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Originally Posted by SerflySGR
She was a simple girl when she first joined our family. Some would call her a Plain Jane but over the span of a few months, she blossomed into a beautiful flower.
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As Wanda bloomed, my wife seemed to wither away until one day, she had to be admitted to the hospital. I made Wanda accompany my wife at the hospital while I made special arrangements at work so that I could fetch my son to-and-from school each day.
It was the weekend and I had dropped Wanda and our son at the hospital to be with my wife while I came home to grab some stuff. The flat felt empty; devoid of the warmth and laughter that I had been accustomed to.
As if I were searching for something, I went into each room, starting from the Master Bedroom, my son's room and finally, Wanda's room. Since settling her in, this was the first time I ventured into her room.
Something inside of me stirred.
I felt excitement building up inside of me as I "explored" my maid's room. Something inside of me hoped to find something in her room. There should be something of interest to me. There must be!
I knew this was wrong; it was an invasion of privacy. What if Wanda found something amiss and complained about me?
"No, I am 'the man of the house'; I provide for this family. Everything inside this house belongs to me. I bought the clothes that Wanda wears every single day so technically those are my clothes so I am just checking on my own things." I kept "reminding" myself, giving me excuses to go through my maid's belongings.
I opened her wardrobe and examined her clothes. After what seemed like an eternity, I opened the drawer containing her intimates. Jackpot! This was where she kept the pieces of fabric that covered the most precious parts of her nubile body.
There was a certain kind of "innocence" in her choice of underwear. It reminded me of the type that younger girls would wear. Perhaps she got these because they were cheaper? I don't know because I never bought underwear for any women. And, because my wife viewed such things as "shameful", she never did share any such information to me.
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I picked up a piece of her cotton panties and like a sick pervert, I began to sniff it. I took in the smell of detergent and downy fabric softener and I felt a tightness in my groin. Like an addict I put the whole panties to my nose and I breathed in as hard as I could.
"These are Wanda's panties," I told myself as I envisioned my young maid doing the housework in nothing but her undies. Instinctively, I rubbed myself with my free hand.
What am I doing? Should I stop?
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