My nipple slips from between your lips dragging lightly against your teeth as I whimper my back arching backwards forcing me down harder against your ...elvis. I bounce harder against your hips while your mouth sucks my my other breast tongue circling and flicking against the nipple my whimpers grow in intensity. ‘Ohhh Godddd Noooo’ I cry out, the scent of our desires mingling in the air is a sweet intoxication fueling the fires of desire. You lean me back over the counter my hands bracing. As I left the house later that morning, dressed in running gear the sun had all but disappeared and the atmosphere was tense and slightly muggy. I figured there would be rain later, but it looked safe for now. I tried to look casual as I crossed the street, my car keys in hand and proceeded up to the Willams' front door. After pressing the doorbell I stepped back, anticipation knotting in my stomach. Light footsteps approached from the other side, but the stained glass decoration on their PVC. We hired a maid Amala soon after we got married and moved into a new house. She was about 20 yrs. old, married and had two children, aged 3 and 10 months. She was very thin and slender but she was a hard worker, sincere and I never really noticed her in a wrong way. My wife and she connected on a personal level talking about various things. Over time, I came to know through my wife that Amala was getting beaten and abused by her drunkard husband almost every day. Her husband had another. Her smile, her eyes, the tone of her voice: all so innocent, yet captivating. I also began to realize that these attributes seemed to be reserved for me. There was a subtle, yet definite, come-hither feel in her looks and voice. Was I imagining things? Was I entertaining wrong thoughts at this age?! As a faithful husband, it was my wife that I turned to, for advice. She was mildly amused. ‘These things happen, just a passing infatuation, I’m sure.’ She responded with a slightly naughty smile..