Short Story_ TEMPTATION NA MAID Complete This testimony is to give an insight to my brother who is contemplating doing it with her maid. I thought of giving him a narration of what happened to me sometime coz nyaya dzemaMaids are not as clear cut as other people might think. Here goes my story.... After a few weeks without a maid at home, my wife was beginning to feel the burden of managing the chores in the house. She was quite determined to find another one as soon as possible. School uniforms for the kids and the dishes were the biggest headaches. Then one day, my wife or Mai Sonia as I shall call her, brought this youngish woman, probably mid twenties, chubby face and big round eyes, big bum and very light in complexion. Mai Sonia introduced her as Memo, the new maid. She had just been given her by an old friend. She looked a bit shy and had a very sweet voice. We all welcomed her and she was taken on a tour of our massive house and given an outline of her duties and functions in the house. For a whole month, everything went well and Memo proved to be more efficient and effective than her predecessor. The kids liked her and seemed very comfortable with her. Even Mai Sonia seemed very happy with her new finding. Mai Sonia bought her some button up uniforms and strangely, a bit shorter than would have been more appropriate. Five months later, Memo was washing some few items in the garden at the back of the house. I was having a bath at the time. Mai Sonia had just gone into town and the kids had just disappeared to their friends a few houses down the road. So it appeared Memo felt that she was alone at the house. She was washing some items with her back towards the house. As the small window in our en-suite was open and only covered by a small curtain, I stood in the tub and looked outside, with the small curtain just blown aside by the wind. What I saw shocked me to say the least. There was Memo bending with her back to me. As her uniforms were so short, all her bums were completely exposed. Not only that, she also did not have panties. Her legs were wide apart and beche' rese rakanga rakanyatsobuda nekumashure uku. Weduwe, kutaurirwa hunyimwa, mbare yekumusana. My mind just went numb completely and eyes remained fixed on that clean shaven p***y. I did not know what to do. Memo stood up and went to collect something and came back. This time she pulled up her uniform on one leg and bent even more away from me. Beche' zvino rakanga raita rekuti vhurikei uyezve ainge akaita zvefongorera kwaibva zuva.. Chandisina kungenda cherechedza ndechekuti ini wacho, sikarudzi yangu yakanga yachiti nga kuoma sesimbi ichiita zvekugwina. Memo akazopedzisira aita zvekutonona akatarisa kumba kwandainge ndiri. Uniform zvino yakanga yadzorwa kusvika kwakaperera zvidya zvake. Semunhu akange asina panties, beche rose rakanga randitarisa zvino. Ndakabata sikarudzi yangu ndikanzwa yavakuburitsa tumvura twunorembuka. Ndakazoyeukazve kuti mvura yangu yekugeza yakange yatopora. Ndakakotama kuti ndiivhurire sezvo ndakange ndapendza kugeza zvangu. Pandazotarisazve panze ndakaona Memo uya aenda kunoita rimwe basa. Ndakapedza zvangu kupfeka mumba yedu yekurara ndichibva ndanzwa mai Sonia vachipindawo pagedhe nemota yavo. From that day, I saw Memo in a completely different light. I saw her as a woman with all the attractiveness of a woman. I never told anyone about what I saw on this day. The picture of her p***y was now fixed on my mind all the time. Those nice plumb thighs and the big gap between her legs that allowed beche rese to be exposed was now firmly in my mind. One day, I only discovered that I had left my bank cards at home and yet I had a lunch appointment with a big client. I drove back home to pick them. I had my own remote for the gate and so I just opened the gate and entered. I parked the car in the driveway and walked round to enter through the kitchen door. I did not see anyone and entered the house. I picked up the letters on the table and started to check their contents. Suddenly, I heard the bathroom door open. Because the house is carpeted, I did not hear any foot steps. Then suddenly appeared Memo completely nude and holding her towel. She did not realize that I was standing in the other side of the house and so proceeded to the spare bedroom. After a few seconds, she walked back to the bath room, showing me huge bums that were dancing like jelly as she walked. Her waist was so thin and her upper torso was very smallish. I moved to in line with the corridor and as soon as Memo came out seem to be worried. Akangoti, sorry zvenyu daddy, ndanga ndisingazivi kuti muripo. Akatomira akanditarisa akavhara beche rake chete nemawoko ake. Mazamu ake akanga akanyatsomira aine minyatso yakati twi. Mazamu ake aiwe achiratidza kuti Memo akanga asati ambozvara mwana. Akazopedzisira oti, ndapota zvangu musazotaurira Mhamha kuti ndizvo zvaitika. I just said, in my complete confusion, don't worry. Its Ok. She then went into the spare bedroom. Sikarudzi yangu yakange yatomira kare. I kept on asking myself what is the meaning of all this. I concluded by saying - if it happens for the third time, then I will have to do something. The problem was now that each time I made love to mai Sonia, I was completely seeing Memo in my mind. See you in part two. Strangely I am the one who felt uncomfortable in the house because of my encounters with Memo. She did not appear at all to be unsettled by the experiences. One day Mai Sonia phoned me at work to tell me that she had to rush to her rural home because a child of her elder sister had passed away. She said that she would drive straight back after burial tomorrow morning. She also stressed that there was no need for me to follow her and the occasion did not warrant it. So I was left at home alone with the kids and Memo. I was sure that nothing would happen. I got home after about 21.00 because I had to clear a few things in the office and there was no point in rushing home anyway. As usual, I opened the gate for myself and drove straight into the garage. The kids apparently had already gone to bed. I was sure even Memo had retired for the day too. But I was wrong; I got into the lounge and sat down trying to figure out where to find food. Memo apparently had other ideas. She emerged from the kitchen wearing a very thin and see through nightie and without panties. She went on to set the table after saying good evening to me. I answered back very briefly, feeling very uncomfortable about her. In the bright lights, there was nothing left for the imagination as I could see the entire geography. As I was sitting on the couch, she was serving me on the coffee table. As she bent to put the plates on the table, both her breasts were literally dangling out of her bra-less nighties. She then invited me to eat. As I went through my meal, I was trying to figure out the meaning of her actions. She sat in the kitchen within line of sight from where I sat. I did not eat much because I had had some eats at work. As soon as I finished eating, she cleared the plates and started washing the dishes. I could not retire to bed until she had gone to her cottage in order to lock the house. So I went to my bedroom sat down to read the newspaper. I had taken off my clothes except my panty. After some minutes, she came straight and opened the door holding a bunch of freshly ironed clothes. I just looked at her and she smiled. I asked her to put the clothes on the couch. I was not sure what she wanted me to do. I could see, she had seen that my d**k was already hard through the panty and she liked it. She then stood there and asked if there was anything else I wanted before she goes to her room. I smiled. I summoned the courage and asked her why she does not wear panties and bra. She smiled and said, she did not feel very comfortable in both. I was shocked by her courage to talk to me like that only nine months after starting to work with us. I said to myself, here is an opportunity to find the truth. From nowhere, she told me that I was such a nice man. My d**k was really hard and already oozing some juices. I asked her if she has ever been married, to which she said no. I asked her if she has ever worked as a maid. She said yes but the household had no husband. I asked her whether she had ever slept with a man. She said that she had only played with a boy in her neighborhood. I rose up and asked her to go to her cottage and told her that I would follow her shortly. Watch out for the final episode - Memo Part 3 This story is the third and last one in my series which is a narration of my experiences with my maid. I was written to shed some light on the situation that Zhing was contemplating on i.e. having it off with her sexy maid. If you are reading this story for the first time then I would recommend that you go back and read Part I & Part II first before reading this third and final epispode of Memo. Here continues my story…. It took me some good 10 minutes to reflect on this serious situation at hand. My heart was pounding fast and with trembling hands I put on my clothes (not pyjamas) and followed her to the cottage. The room was dimly lit. I knocked gently on her door and she asked from within who it was.. (as if she could not deduce that it was me) I indicated who I was and she opened the door. I entered the room, slowly closed the door behind me and stood by the corner next to the door. Kutaurirwa hunyimwa mbare dzekumusana vakomana! What I did see that night completely took me by surprise; a completely nude woman lying on top of her blankets save for a black scarf strapped across her chest. On this girl you could clearly see all the artistic talents of God (hunyanzvi hwaMwari) on her. This girl had natural beauty that does not need layers of “make up” for it to show. Chakanaka chakanaka, vakomana, mukaka haurungwi! I looked at her and she just smiled back and started showing me some sexy gestures. She was rolling on her blankets and opening her legs and touching her clean shaven item and opening her mouth as if she was having sex. Her boobs were pressing hard on a scarf material that she had around chest as if trying to escape from bondage. She moved her left hand swiftly between her knockers and in one quick jerk pulled away the scarf threw it over her head behind her. She knelt on her bed, thighs slightly apart, and held her firm boobs and squeezing them whilst stealing a glance at me with the sexiest eyes you can ever think of, I am sure these as what some people call “Bedroom Eyes”. I am yet to see well manicured appetizing knockers like hers. I could feel all my blood draining from my “big head” rushing to fill the “small head” and I felt my legs slowly becoming weak. Now I totally understand why men can make irrational decisions at times coz it depends on which head was used to come up with that particular decision. My d**k was now stiff like a bone started throbbing. I am sure if someone was to tamper with it, it was going to break. I was scared that I might end up ejaculating just by her mere sight alone. My d**k was busy encouraging me saying “Lets do it brother after all Mai Sonia havapo” Meanwhile I was preparing an appropriate response to her actions. Eventually I opened my mouth and asked her why she thought it was appropriate to behave in that fashion in the presence of her employer. With loads of confidence, she answered back that she had not had sex ever since that boy attempted to have sex with her. She reckoned this was the perfect opportunity that she had been waiting for as we had the entire house all to ourselves. She asked me if I found her attractive. She confided in me that all the tricks of not wearing panties and bras were designed to express her desires for me as she found me totally irresistible and how she would “come” by just fantasizing of the whole of me inside her with my muscular arms wrapped tightly around her. She said that she had a crush on me and had no problem in playing second fiddle to Mai Sonia. I now understand what Peter meant when he said “The spirit is willing but the body is weak”. The only thing between me and the horny girl 2 metres in front was just my trousers as I did not have a pant inside. In my mind I could already see myself devouring her like her had never been done before; quenching all her thirst in the process. I know its not good manners to self praise but making love is one area that I am gifted at and I can prolong the act for as long as my partner needs it. During my dating days my girlfriends always looked forward to the love making sessions and they would always come back for more. I made a silent prayer and told Memo that in as much as I saw to be a gorgeous and sexy girl I could not do it with her because our relationship did not allow it. There are some boundaries which one could not cross in life and unfortunately this was one of them. I could see her world crumbling right before her eyes. I actually felt sorry for her. Her eyes turned from being sexy to being moist with tears. Insults from a woman I can stand but there is nothing that gets to me easily as tears from a woman, I felt like moving to her bed and hold her in my arms. Memo pleaded with me not to disclose the encounter to Mai Sonia as she would be fired immediately. All this time, she was still lying there in the nude. My d**k which had initially become hard and clearly demanding that I enter her was now softening down. I was now thinking with the “big head”. My mind was already made up on what I was going to do. While standing in my corner, I slowly indicated to her that she was an employee and I was her employer, and as such, our relationship does not allow a sexual relationship. I explained that much as I understood her predicament, I was the wrong person to give her that relief. I explained to her how our lives were going to be complicated resulting in the three of us being miserable for the rest of our lives. Then I went on to ask her if she had thought of our future relationship beyond just the sex i.e. when she eventually gets pregnant and have a child with me. I could feel the pain within her as her world kept crumpling with disappointment. I quickly assured her that as far as her work was concerned, she would keep her job and I would not disclose her actions to any one including Mai Sonia. She quickly took her blankets and covered her groin and appeared ashamed of herself. As somebody who had been brought up with high moral values, I fought very hard to resist the temptation. After that, I said goodnight to her and went back to my room. I prayed hard and then slept. I had won the mother of all battles against the devl. This is the one secret that I will take with me to my grave. Mai Sonia never knew what transpired on the fateful night when she came back from the funeral up to this very day. We parted with Memo after four years when we moved from Zim. She was one of the greatest and responsible maids that you can dream of. Two years after we left she phoned us informing that she was getting married. Myself, Mai Sonia and the kids attended her wonderful wedding. It was from this experience that I realized that there is no difference between maids any married woman. God is fair in everything he does. What any so called sophisticated woman has; the maid also has! The only difference as far as I see is just the financial standing of the two, but who are we discriminate people for being poor or rich? God will surely judge us at the end of time…. I am sure wherever she may be she is very thankful that I did not take advantage of her on that one particular night. According to Shakespeare “Sometimes you have to be cruel only to be kind” so even when I appeared cruel to her on that night when I denied her a taste of my manh○od she eventually realized that it was for the good