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Re: I Finally Cheated on My Wife... with Our Maid

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I panicked.

If my parents were to go through Wanda’s belongings and find the clothes that I bought her; the expensive perfume amongst others - what would they say? These are not things a normal housemaid would have or could afford. Isn’t this clear evidence that she was a thief? I recalled the perfume that I bought her was the same fragrance that my wife likes to wear; isn’t this further incriminating evidence?

If they were to question Wanda, what would be her defence? Sir told me to wear this perfume so that he could fuck my brains out? Sir gets a hard-on when he sees me in kiddy clothes? Doesn’t that make me some sick pedophile?

Or, maybe Wanda could turn around and point the accusing finger on me and cry rape instead; claiming that those expensive items were to gain her cooperation and silence?

Didn’t I just ejaculate into her recently? I read somewhere that while sperm can only survive for 24 hours, semen could remain in a woman’s body for days. Could they retrieve my DNA from my semen?

My head began to spin as I sat there dazed as my father’s words sank in. I was fucked.

What should I do?
I guess it was a classic case of the small head getting the better of the big one. I keep hearing stories of men regretting their actions. I guess it was now my turn; as they say, 'you made your bed and now lie on it'.

There was an eerie silence that made the situation even more intense.

"Well?" my father broke the silence and brought me back to reality, "Are you going to call the maid or do I have to do everything for you?" He gave me a certain look.

I gulped.

I cleared my throat.

But before I could utter a word, my father turned towards my mother, "so I expect you to be covering Wanda’s duties until our useless son finds a replacement for her, right?"

"Don’t expect me to be washing pots and pans while this boy gallivants around; I won’t even use the word ‘work’ because compared to his brothers and cousins, his job is anything but ‘work’." My father never took the opportunity to make comparisons between me and my more successful siblings and cousins who were either doctors or lawyers or other professionals of the like. Me? I’m just a small fry in a local company.

"Didn’t I do all these and more when you went out to work?" my mother countered, "I had to take care of your children and also your mother; where were your brothers and sisters then? Did they offer to help?" Clearly, my mother didn’t want to be intimidated by Father and started the counter-offense. She went on elaborating on the sacrifices she made towards this family and so on. I could probably start another thread on this but I don’t want to get banned from this forum.

"Good!" my father finally said, turning towards me, he continued, "This is what your generation doesn’t have; women of substance. Your generation of women are weak – the slightest thing, they will turn to maids or helpers. Unlike women of your mother’s generation; they are willing to work. I am certain your mother can wake up every morning to prepare Adek’s breakfast and then see him off to school. Since she has experience taking care of my mother, I am sure she will have no problem taking care of your wife. Call you agent. We are sending Wanda back tonight."

"But why are we ‘returning’ her, Father?" I protested.

"Because your mother doesn’t like her." He said dryly.

"But without a proper reason, I would have to pay the agent and also buy Wanda’s ticket back home." I tried to reason with him.

"Your mother will pay for all the expenses incurred then." He cut me off curtly.

As I picked up the phone to dial the maid agent’s number, my mother said softly, "No, wait. The maid can stay."
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Last edited by SerflySGR; 31-03-2019 at 02:16 PM. Reason: Add another paragraph