My Filipino maid

In Hong Kong, many families employ Filipino domestic helpers. My wife and I have been married for a year, and since we both have jobs, we decided to hire one to help with household chores. A friend of mine had one, so I asked him to introduce us.

A week later, our new helper arrived. She turned out to be the younger sister of my friend's helper, which was perfect, and they picked her up to come to our house. Her name is Melin, she's 20 years old, and quite pretty. As the saying goes, "no woman is ugly at eighteen," and she had a great figure—five feet three inches tall, petite and shapely, with curves in all the right places, neither too thin nor too plump. Her measurements were approximately 34-25-35, comparable to Hong Kong star Athena Chu. The only drawback was that she was a little tanned.

On her first day, my wife taught her how to do housework, some household rules, things to be careful about, how to operate appliances, and safety precautions, etc. I found that she learned quickly and was happy for my wife that she had found such a helpful assistant.

We're not a super-rich family, just that we both have decent jobs, so our Filipino maid doesn't need to wear a uniform like other wealthy people. She usually wears just a t-shirt and shorts at home, very simply. For the first couple of days, I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. Once, when she bent down to get something, I could almost see her cleavage, but unfortunately, her neckline was a little high, so I couldn't see it. On the third day, my wife also noticed she wasn't wearing a bra and insisted that she wear one at home, except when she went back to her room. Of course, I didn't dare object.

I work in the computer department of a large company. I'm a very nice husband, with a refined appearance, no bad habits, and I'm deeply devoted to my wife. When I'm with her, I never look at other women. At work, I keep my distance from other female colleagues; we all treat each other with respect, and everyone says I'm a model husband. That's why my wife has a lot of confidence in me, which is why we hired a Filipino maid.

For me, I've never thought of being unfaithful or having fantasies about other women. Even when the Filipino maid came, I maintained my image, kept my distance from her, and rarely spent time alone with her. But after a week of her arrival, a strange change occurred.

That day, I had nothing to do at work, so I left half an hour early. When I got home, my wife wasn't back yet. Usually, we all come home around the same time, and the maid usually already has the house cleaned and dinner ingredients ready, waiting for my wife and me to come home before cooking. I'm a great cook, so you can imagine what a good husband I am. She usually showers after finishing her work, and sometimes when I get home, her hair is still wet.

Today, I came home early, intending to rest for a while. As I walked through the bathroom back to the room, I noticed the bathroom light was bright. Curiosity led me to peek inside, and I saw the maid, Melin, preparing to shower. She had already taken off her outer clothes and was about to unhook her bra, her hands behind her back. Perhaps she didn't expect someone to come back at that moment, so she hadn't closed the bathroom door, and I just happened to see her.

I steadied myself and took a closer look at the Filipino maid. Her back was smooth, her figure well-proportioned, and her arms full and supple. She had already taken off her bra, and her full breasts bounced on her chest, round and firm, the pink tips of which proudly pointed upwards, perfectly embodying the characteristics of a young and mature woman.

I was mesmerized, and lust began to stir within me, making me fantasize about things I had never thought of before.

Now she was starting to take off her panties, revealing her round, smooth buttocks with a clear cleft and incredibly elastic flesh. The shape from her ankles to her toes was beautiful. Because her back was to me, I had a complete view of her beautiful buttocks. Just seeing her vibrant, youthful body was enough to give me a powerful aura.

My penis was already hard and throbbing, and since no one was around, I simply took out my penis, my eyes still fixed on the naked maid, while my right hand gripped my penis and vigorously masturbated.

She was showering standing up. She first wet herself, then lathered with soap. I saw her hands lathering the soap on her body, and she naturally turned her body in all directions, so I could see her clearly from both the front and back. I could see a tuft of pubic hair; her pubic hair was narrow, only a little shadow at the base of her legs, quite lovely. Occasionally, she would bend over and lift her leg, only then could I glimpse her plump vulva through her legs.

After a while, she rinsed herself again, dried herself, and slowly put her clothes back on. I also quietly returned to the room. But my lust hadn't subsided, and thinking of what had just happened, I found it even harder to calm down. I thought that although this Filipino maid wasn't particularly beautiful, she had a good figure and was youthful and alluring; if I had the chance, I would try to get closer to her.

About ten minutes later, the mistress returned. I came out to greet her, hugged and kissed my wife, and said, "Honey, you're back. I missed you so much."

Our Filipino maid, Melin, saw me come out of the room, her eyes widening in surprise. She wondered when I had returned and remembered leaving the door open while showering, wondering if I had seen her. Just then, I saw her expression and gave her a mysterious smile.

That night, I was particularly excited, so after dinner with my wife, I went straight to the door and kissed her passionately.

She kissed my cheeks and earlobes.

To be honest, my wife is a beautiful woman with a pretty, round face that always has a sweet smile. And I love her very much; she's always very passionate during sex. Her passionate kisses often aroused me immediately. I closed the door with my foot, then pressed her against the door, kissing her small mouth. She writhed like a snake, her little tongue constantly teasing my mouth, and I began to undress her. One hand slipped inside her panties, caressing her vulva, which intensified my reaction. However, an even more adorable image flashed into my mind—the Filipino maid who filled my fantasies.

The more I fantasized, the more excited I became. My wife, of course, had no idea what I was thinking. She sensed my frenzied reaction and couldn't resist touching me. I was so aroused I desperately needed to have sex with her. I kissed her lips, neck, breasts, armpits, and navel incessantly. She enjoyed my kisses, her moans like the sweet chirping of a fledgling.

She was kissing me, which made me even more excited, because in my fantasy, the Filipino maid was serving me. I pushed her down to my abdomen, feeling my erection growing; I wanted her to give me oral sex.

My actions elicited a reaction from my wife. She looked up at me, indicating her reluctance. No wonder, she's a good girl from a good family, and she's never been used to this kind of behavior. We've been married for a year, and she's never refused to give me oral sex, and I've never forced her. But today I was so excited and had such a strong need, so I longed for her to give me oral sex.

"Come on, my sweetheart, kiss it! It's a sign of affection." I persuaded her with longing eyes and a gentle tone. I saw her blush, and her small mouth, half-resisting, touched it.

"It's so big, how can I get in?" my wife protested.

But once it touched me, I became even more intense. I was completely lost in madness. I ignored her; I wanted to put it all the way into her mouth. At first, she was reluctant, but soon, she was also in a state of orgasm, and involuntarily, she slid in while playing with it. My swollen member was tightly enveloped by her warm little mouth; the feeling was indescribable.

At this moment, my wife seemed to be getting more and more excited. She kept panting, perhaps she had gotten used to it. Her delicate little mouth was driving me wild with pleasure. I had never experienced anything like it before. I gripped her thighs tightly, hoping she would continue moving, and even intensify her breathing, because it was just too beautiful, too wonderful.

Finally, with a surge of heat in my lower abdomen, I couldn't help but ejaculate into my wife's mouth. She was startled, her face covered in semen. She kept her little mouth tightly closed, but my semen still spilled from her lips.

I felt a little guilty. I had achieved satisfaction, but my wife seemed to have lost something. But she was nonchalant, turning around and resting her head on my arm, her jade-like hands gently stroking my chest. Then she slowly moved down. Although I had already achieved great satisfaction, under the gentle caress of her jade-like hands, that place quickly and slowly became erect again.

My wife's adorable expression, her shy withdrawal of her hand from my penis, and her gentle caress of my breasts instead. The more shy she was, the stronger my reaction became, especially since I was fantasizing about the Filipino maid's body. This fantasy made me stronger even faster, and I could no longer restrain myself. I impulsively pressed down on my wife and skillfully entered her "forbidden zone." I felt a sense of fulfillment and intense satisfaction in her. Her reaction grew more and more intense, and with her satisfied moans, I erupted again. I gazed at her now, like a ripe peach, her vulva still overflowing with lustful juices. I had finally satisfied her!

After accidentally seeing the Filipino maid bathing, my psychology underwent a significant change. Unprecedented wicked thoughts surged into my mind. I tried to suppress them, but whenever I saw the maid and remembered her bathing, those indescribable wicked thoughts resurfaced.

I decided to do something I would never have done before.

I started trying to connect with the Filipino maid, chatting with her and occasionally showing off my humor, which made her very happy. We laughed and talked, and I always maintained a polite demeanor, not being overly handsy. She appreciated me and often praised me as a good person. My wife didn't notice anything amiss. Once, I deliberately acted affectionately towards my wife in front of the maid, and she returned a mysterious smile, which emboldened me to have inappropriate thoughts about her.

One day, I suggested to my wife that the maid cook a meal of Filipino cuisine for us. My wife naturally agreed. When I asked the maid for her opinion, she said, "I haven't cooked in a long time, I don't know if I can do it."

I immediately said, "No problem, give it a try."

"But there's another problem, I'm not very familiar with kitchen utensils, I might be clumsy, I hope you can help me," the maid said, looking at my wife.

My wife said, "I just made an appointment with a colleague to go shopping today, and I won't be back for dinner until tonight. Honey, why don't you stay and help him?"

At first, I was reluctant, but I couldn't disobey my wife, so I reluctantly agreed, though I was secretly overjoyed and excited.

Kitchens in Hong Kong apartments are usually quite small, and mine is no exception. Cooking alone is already cramped, let alone with two people crammed in together.

Today, our Filipino maid, Melin, had her hair up and wore a loose-fitting short-sleeved shirt that revealed her cute belly button when she raised her arms. She wore shorts, a very casual outfit, and her buttocks were prominently displayed. I admired her buttocks from behind; the thin shorts and the clearly visible lines of her panties stretched over her buttocks, her plump, full vulva wrapped in two layers of fabric, made my heart race.

While she was preparing things, she sometimes had to bend over, and the first button of her shirt was undone. The large movement of bending over caused her neckline to open completely, almost exposing her entire breasts. Her full breasts were only covered by a simple flesh-colored bra, and my eyes never left her chest. As she picked things up, her breasts bounced, those vibrant breasts seeming about to burst out of her clothes.

She suddenly straightened up, looking at me with a strange expression. I wanted to rush forward and hug her, to kiss her, but the thought of her resisting and telling my wife, which could lead to a family crisis, made me instinctively withdraw my outstretched hand. Cooking this meal under such conflicting emotions was both exciting and painful. For

a while afterward, I still didn't dare to make any moves, only occasionally touching her casually, indulging my urges. Several times, even though she knew I was doing it on purpose, she didn't say anything, just smiled and looked at me.

A month later, I suddenly had a stomachache. After seeing a doctor, I was diagnosed with acute appendicitis and needed to be hospitalized immediately for surgery.

I was discharged two days later, and the doctor instructed me to rest for a period of time, about two weeks. My wife had to work and couldn't take care of me during the day, so the Filipino maid had to take good care of me. Therefore, it was just the maid and me at home during the day. In the first few days, my wound hadn't fully healed, and I had great difficulty moving around. I even needed the maid's help to go to the toilet to urinate. I took the opportunity to put my arm around her. She smelled sweetly of a young girl, which invigorated me, and even my penis became aroused. My hand moved lower and lower until I finally touched her breasts, which were full and firm.

While I was enjoying myself, I accidentally bumped into the toilet door, aggravating my wound. I bent over and cried out in pain. The maid was also very nervous and immediately bent down to help me up. In her haste, she bumped into my erect penis. I saw that her face was also red.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" the maid said repeatedly.

I joked, "It's okay, we can do it again if you like." After this, I noticed that the distance between us seemed to have lessened, and sometimes our conversations even had a slightly suggestive tone, but she didn't seem to mind. Because of my limited mobility, she was also responsible for wiping me down. Today, she wiped me down as usual. To make it easier, she leaned against the armrest, and my hand happened to be there. This meant that she was essentially pressing her lower body against my fingers, and my fingers immediately felt a soft, warm sensation.

The Filipino maid, Melin, continued working, completely unaware that I was taking advantage of her. I tried pretending to accidentally turn my palm over, so that the part in contact with the soft flesh changed from my knuckles to my fingertips, and then slowly rubbed it. I noticed that she didn't seem unhappy, so I increased the pressure and the range of motion, rubbing more noticeably. I initially thought she hadn't noticed, but a man's hand on his private parts is always aware of what's going on. I thought she was intentionally letting me touch her, so lust arose in my heart, and I reached inside her short skirt. I ran my hand up her thigh, and when I reached the soft spot at the end of her thigh, I found a damp mark. Because I needed to dry off, I was only wearing shorts, and my penis was incredibly aroused. I finally decided to disregard the consequences and go for it. I reached out to touch her breasts, but just then the phone rang. She pushed my hand away and quickly left the room to answer it.

A long time passed, and my emotions calmed down. I realized that even if I had gone for it, I wouldn't have been able to because my wound hadn't fully healed, unless she initiated it, which was impossible. Just then, she came into the room. No one spoke. She quietly helped me put on my clothes, then said she needed to prepare dinner and left.

That night, my beautiful wife returned home, dressed in a sexy nightgown, sitting on the sofa watching TV. I called her over, and she gently leaned in, lying on her side with her head resting on my thigh. I stretched out my right leg and slightly bent my left, letting her use my left thigh as a pillow. I slipped my right hand inside her sexy nightgown, gently caressing her firm breasts. Her nightgown was the kind with a very low neckline, highlighting her snow-white breasts, which was very sensually stimulating. Gradually, my penis hardened, pressing against the back of her head. She knew what I wanted to do, and immediately snuggled into my arms, taking my penis into her mouth. A warm sensation enveloped my sensitive glans, and I immediately became excited. My wife happily continued to suckle vigorously. I felt it was time, so I made my wife stop, held her in my arms, and we began to intercourse in a "sitting on the lap and swallowing the rod" position. My wife, filled with joy, slowly and gently leaped in my arms, her tight vaginal walls rubbing against my glans, bringing me step by step towards orgasm.

The next day, our Filipino maid, Melin, came to help me bathe as usual. Perhaps because of yesterday's events, everyone was silent today. She was dressed very conservatively, wearing a black t-shirt and long pants, obscuring everything. Long pants were unusual for her, perhaps a way of telling me not to do anything inappropriate. After

a period of silence, I spoke first, asking her some questions. At first, it was casual conversation, then I asked some personal questions, such as what she did in the Philippines and why she came to work in Hong Kong. She was a little reserved at first, but she became more and more enthusiastic as she spoke, finally telling her story.

It turned out that she had graduated from high school in the Philippines, but due to family financial difficulties, she couldn't continue to university, so she started working. She worked in the textile department of a very large company. She was eighteen years old at the time. The department manager was an old man in his sixties, and a very lecherous one at that. However, he was very kind to the workers. He especially welcomed female workers into his office. Every time a female worker came to his office for tea, she would sit on his lap, allowing him to grope her at will. There were sixteen female workers in her department. After working there for a month, one of them resigned because she was going to open her own convenience store. Later, she learned that the manager was unmarried and had accumulated a lot of money. He had provided the capital for the woman who resigned to open her convenience store. This woman could be considered one of his mistresses.

Melin managed the looms that were placed at the very back. The manager often came to supervise, and he would always pat and touch her. This was something she was used to, and she would just complain to him.

Once, Melin had a few fibers stuck in her breasts. The manager removed them for her, casually touching her and laughing, "Melin's breasts are getting bigger."

Melin rolled her eyes at him, but the manager continued laughing, "A girl's breasts will get bigger over time. I'm getting old, don't worry. I just wanted to touch you and smell your face; I didn't have any other bad intentions."

Looking at her prominent breasts, I laughed and said, "I wish I were that manager." Melin slapped me and laughed, "Don't interrupt, listen to me." She said, "I was initially afraid of this manager, but after he said that, I feel relieved." Since then, the manager often came to her place. Because she was inside, few people saw her. The manager would pat her buttocks, smell her face, and sometimes touch her breasts. She would also let the manager lightly touch her hands; it was better than feeling an unbearable threat.

At the end of the month, salaries were paid, and the manager was in charge. Everyone had to go to his office to collect

their pay. Melin was the last to go in that day. As soon as she entered the office, the manager patted his knee and gestured for her to sit on it. She had seen many female workers sit on his lap before. This was her first time, and she sat down a little blushing. The manager put his arm around her waist and said, "Melin, come here, let me kiss you." Melin could only lean in for his kiss. Then the manager gave her her paycheck, which included an extra 500 dollars.

The manager said, "Of all the people here, I like you the most. This 500 dollars is a personal gift from me." Melin was overjoyed and couldn't help but kiss the manager. When she signed for the paycheck at the table, the manager's hand touched her chest. Because of the extra 500 dollars (which was a large sum in the Philippines), she allowed the manager to touch her from right to left. Normally, she would push his hand away.

She let the manager touch her for a while, and even kissed him, before leaving. She thought to herself that the manager hadn't really done anything too outrageous to her, and she hadn't suffered any major loss, plus she got an extra five hundred dollars, so she happily continued working.

The Filipino maid, Melin, blushed slightly as she recounted this. My hand was on her thigh, and she didn't push it away. Afraid she might change her mind, I immediately pressed, "What happened after that?" Melin said, "Don't rush me, let me tell you slowly."

She said that later, during a group dinner with her coworkers, they talked about the manager's extra salary. Everyone got a thousand dollars, but she only got five hundred. She was very angry and thought she had to ask the manager for an explanation.

The next day, Melin went to the manager's office and sat on his lap, acting coquettishly.

When asked, "Why do others get a thousand, but I only have five hundred?" the manager laughed and said, "If you want it too, I can give it to you." He immediately gave Melin a thousand dollars, saying, "Money is non-refundable." Melin naturally refused. The manager then asked, "Do you know why you gave others a thousand but only five hundred?"

Melin shook her head.

The manager continued, "I touched you through your clothes, but I touched them by reaching inside. You can't back out." He then reached under her t-shirt.

I immediately asked her, "Did you resist or stop him at the time?"

The Filipino maid, Melin, said, "I had a thousand dollars in my hand at the time, and I thought it didn't matter whether he touched me inside or outside, since I had already been touched, so it didn't matter if he touched me. The manager touched me once and even praised my breasts for being very elastic and having smooth skin. After touching me for a while, his hand was about to reach down, so I refused." The manager laughed and said, "It's okay if you don't touch down there, just touch my buttocks." Melin had no choice but to let him reach down and touch her buttocks twice.

After that, every time Melin went in, the manager would touch her, but since she received an extra thousand dollars a month, she didn't care as long as she was happy. Once, when the manager touched her buttocks, he said, "Melin, you're so well-behaved and cute. How about I give you another thousand dollars? But you have to let me touch your front, okay? I won't force you." I was very nervous and asked, "Did you let the manager touch your genitals?" Seeing my expression, the Filipino maid patted my hand and continued, "I didn't want to at first, but it's almost the end of the year, and I'm focused on the year-end bonus. Plus, he gave me another thousand dollars. I thought he had touched me several times through my pants, and I knew the manager wouldn't give up until he got what he wanted, so I let him touch me anyway." Hearing this, I shook my head and sighed.

The Filipino maid also noticed my disappointment and, perhaps wanting to tease me, said, "The more disappointing thing hasn't happened yet."

I remained silent.

She said, "Before, when the manager touched my buttocks, he not only rubbed them but also teased my anus with his fingers, which often made me blush. This time, when he touched my front, I felt a little ashamed. The manager even laughed and said, 'Young lady, you've grown a beard; you're old enough to get married.'"

Melin went on to say that year's year-end bonus was five thousand dollars, which made her very happy.

At this point, I suddenly found the courage to ask her, "Melin, are you still a virgin?" The maid paused, looked at the time, and said, "It's time for today. I need to prepare the meal. We'll talk about it tomorrow." Then she ran out of the room.

That night, I lay in bed unable to sleep, thinking about the story the maid had told me that day. I didn't know if it was true or not, but her tone didn't seem to be. Because I thought she was very simple and innocent, without any guile, I believed her story couldn't be false.

The next day, the Filipino maid came to help me as usual. After a few days, my wound had healed a lot and wasn't hurting as much. I could wash myself, but I still pretended to be in a lot of pain and let her do it for me.

Today, the maid wasn't dressed as warmly as yesterday. She wore a white wide-necked t-shirt and plaid shorts, which made her look even more youthful.

The maid slowly washed me, and I stared at her intently. She lowered her head shyly and asked, "Why have you been staring at me today?"

I said to her in a teasing tone, "You look very beautiful and sexy today." She patted me, and I said, "Can you answer my question from yesterday?" The maid nodded and said, "After working for about a year, my father became seriously ill and needed money for surgery. My sister had just come to Hong Kong to work and couldn't send money back, so I had to find a way. The only person who could help me at that time was my manager, so I had to go to him and ask to borrow money." The manager said to Melin, "The company can't lend that much money, at most for a month. But I can help you privately, on one condition: you have to give yourself to me. Think it over carefully." The manager also told her, "From the moment you joined the company, I liked you and wanted you, but when I learned from the other female workers that you were still a virgin, I didn't want to use any means to get you, so I never forced myself on you. Now you're asking me for a favor, that's why I'm making this request." I asked, "You're sure you'll agree to him?"

The Filipino maid said, "I really had no other choice but to agree." She continued, saying that it was a Sunday, and the manager first took her to a hotel for dinner. It was her first time dining in such a high-class place, and she was very happy, thinking that the manager was really good to her. Then they went to see a movie before entering a large hotel with the manager.

At this point, I sighed and shook my head, looking disappointed.

The maid suddenly grabbed my hand, saying that she had also grabbed the manager's hand to enter the room because she was very nervous. The room was large and beautiful. The manager kissed her and told her to take a shower first.

The maid entered the bathroom and saw that the furnishings were very clean and elegant. She thought to herself, "Since the manager told me to shower here first, I should do whatever I want here. He'll be so embarrassed when he comes!" Thinking this, she was reluctant to take off her clothes, but then she thought, "Since I've taken his money, I can't care about shame anymore. It seems that not taking off my clothes is useless anyway." So she took off her clothes and sat in the bathtub.

Just then, she heard someone walk in behind her—it was the manager. She quickly lowered her head. The manager approached her and stroked her back. She dared not move, letting him do as he pleased. After washing her upper body, he washed her lower body, then lifted her onto his lap, spreading her legs to wash her vulva. At this point, she could no longer remain still and hurriedly covered herself with her hands.

The manager laughed, saying he had been thinking about when he could let her touch him naked, and now he had. As he washed her, he observed her, noticing a thin slit peeking out from between the bulges of her vulva, surrounded by only a few sparse, exceptionally smooth hairs.

The manager washed her for a long time before finishing, carrying her out of the bathroom and placing her on the bed, then trying to kiss her lips. The maid said she lay on the floor, dodging him, trying to avoid his kiss. The manager said he didn't want to force himself on her, as it would hurt. He suggested that if she wanted to avoid pain, she should kiss him first, and he would be gentler.

The Filipino maid had no choice but to straighten her head and let him kiss her a few times. The manager then asked her to stick her tongue out of his mouth. The maid had no choice but to stick her tongue out completely and put it in the manager's mouth. The manager was extremely happy with it, and his penis only moved in and out gently, taking a long time to finally penetrate her completely.

The maid said the manager was really old and finished with her in just a few minutes, which was worth 20,000 yuan. Although the manager had taken her virginity, she still felt sorry for him and said to him, "Let's rest for a bit, I'll give you a massage later."

It turned out that the maid, Melin, had learned massage from her mother. Filipino massage is not like the Finnish sauna in Hong Kong, which only aims to make customers feel aroused; it relaxes the nerves and soothes the body. The manager was overjoyed. After enjoying the massage, he hugged the maid, touched and kissed her again, and then fell asleep.

The maid said that this is how she lost her virginity. Her father's surgery was also successful, and he was recuperating at home. Just then, her sister wrote to say she could get a job in Hong Kong. Of course, she was overjoyed and immediately resigned and went to Hong Kong.

The Filipino maid's eyes reddened as she spoke. I patted her and said, "It's such a pity. Sometimes people are just helpless like that."

She said, "I really don't want to." Then she started crying

. I comforted her, saying, "Don't cry."

She hugged me tightly, her delicate fragrance wafting to my nose. I took a deep breath. Her full body pressed against me, and I felt an indescribable pleasure spread through my body, as if my blood was boiling.

I reached out and hugged her, and saw a pair of full breasts through her open collar. The nipples were rosy, round, and proudly erect. I took a deep breath. It turned out she wasn't wearing a bra today. I wanted to look away, but the temptation was too great, so I wanted to keep looking.

Just then, my wife suddenly returned home, much earlier than usual. Apparently, she wasn't feeling well, so she came home early. The maid immediately went to work. My wife noticed the maid coming out of the room and asked, "What is Melin doing?"

I said, "I called her. I need to pee, but I can't stand up, and you're not home, so I had to ask her to help me to the toilet."

My wife didn't say anything or seem suspicious. She just lay down beside me to rest. I was thankful that I hadn't done anything with the maid that my wife had seen, otherwise it would have been a huge problem, impossible to cover up.

My wife seemed very tired today. Remembering that the maid knew massage, I suggested to her, "I heard there's a type of massage in the Philippines that's very good for the body, it can relax the nerves and is very comfortable. I wonder if our maid knows it? Should we ask her?"

My wife closed her eyes, didn't move, and said, "Let her ask her." I called the maid in and asked her, "Melin, do you know how to massage?" The maid looked at me strangely, unsure how to answer. I could only give her a hint by nodding. The Filipino maid immediately understood, smiled at me, and said, "I know a little bit." I said, "Then would you like to give my wife a massage?"

The maid went to the bedside and asked my wife to turn over. My wife was really tired, so she listened to the maid, and she also wanted to try out her skills.

The maid slowly massaged my wife's back with her hands, from top to bottom. I noticed that my wife seemed to enjoy it. At that time, I was lying next to my wife, and because I couldn't move easily, I didn't leave. The maid was very focused on the massage. I noticed from her neckline that she had put her bra back on, but it still couldn't cover her two full breasts. Seeing this, my penis became hard again.

Then, after massaging my wife's left hand, the maid moved on to her right hand. But it wasn't convenient for her to stand by the bed, so I patted the spot next to me, signaling her to climb onto the bed so that it would be easier for her to massage my right hand from my side.

The Filipino maid understood, climbed onto the bed, sat down beside me, and massaged my wife's right hand. My wife seemed to find it very comfortable and didn't object. This placed the maid's buttocks right next to my hand, so I gently placed them on her buttocks and slowly moved them up and down.

The maid's round buttocks were very elastic. After a while, she realized something was wrong, glanced back at me, and I put my finger to my lips, signaling her to be quiet. She wiggled her buttocks slightly; I didn't know if this gesture meant resistance or welcome. I only knew that the feeling of my hand there was so wonderful that I didn't want to remove it. After a while, the maid finished the massage, got up, and left the room. As she left the room, she turned back, made a face at me, and smiled. I also made a bye-bye gesture.

That night, I couldn't sleep again—anyone who thought about what had just happened would be unable to sleep. I got out of bed to try walking around. My injury had actually healed a lot; I just didn't want my wife and the maid to know. I quickly arrived at the maid's room. The door wasn't locked. I went in, approached the bed, and sure enough, I saw the maid. She slept soundly, lying on her side, completely naked, the blanket only covering her thighs and a small part of her buttocks.

Looking further down, her calves were neither too thin nor too fat, their color even, smooth and flawless, like a piece of slightly yellowish white jade with a reddish glow.

Looking up again from her feet, she suddenly rolled over, lying face down on the bed, the blanket falling away, revealing her entire body. This time, I could clearly see her back and buttocks. Like several small hills, rising and falling, their curves clear and soft.

I could no longer contain my surging emotions, gently stroking her beautiful buttocks, moving my hand down to her cleft. She smiled sweetly in her sleep. I sat on the edge of the bed, my other hand just touching her breasts. I suddenly removed my hand, thought for a moment, and slowly left the room.

To be honest, I was very impulsive at that moment, wanting to possess her immediately, but for some reason, I withdrew at the last minute. I thought, having spent a few days with the Filipino maid, I had gained a deeper understanding of her. My Filipino maid, Melin, is a very simple and innocent girl. She lost her virginity because of her father's illness, which is pitiful. I couldn't bear to rape her, and I noticed that she didn't deliberately avoid me and was happy to be with me, sometimes even letting me take advantage of her. So I told myself that I could just touch and kiss her, but I would never take advantage of her. I didn't want to ruin my happy family for her sake.

The Filipino maid probably had previous experience with the manager, so she felt that letting the boss touch her was normal, no big deal, and wouldn't harm her, therefore she didn't resist being touched.

[The End]

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