I am married and have a kid as well. My wife loves me and like me on bed. She always says that No one can satisfy as I am. To be very honest it is one...of my quality.Coming back to our story, as my wife is a working woman we kept maid for household work. But in a city like pune to geet a. Good maid is a headache. After changing couple of maid we appoint Usha, she is a girl of age not more than 20 yrs very sober and decent. My wife like her most as she do all work without any mistake and my kid. You'll make such a prettygirl. Honest! I just know I'm going to be so jealous." She kneltbeside me and pulled my head into her breasts."But I don't want to be a girl." I snuffled into them."Of course you do! Silly! All soft and smooth. Nice silky thingsto wear. Smelling nice. Looking pretty. Just wait. You'll justlove it. Trust me. Now just stop those tears and behave like abig girl! All right?"I listened in consternation. Was this girl mad? But found myselfnodding an agreement that I'd stop. ."Michelle looked horrified. "I am so sorry, Jess. I didn't mean that."I gave her a hug, "I know. And I shouldn't have said anything. Sowe're even," I said with a smile that hopefully didn't look too forced.It did, because she looked concerned. "How's it going?" Well, I'm drinking, so that should give you an idea." I hated this.I hated it. I hated that she was pregnant and I wasn't. I mean, Ididn't hate that she was. I was happy for her. But I hated that Iwasn't. And I hated that she. Where guys dreamed of burying themselves in her mounds of flesh, of taking her from behind and watching that ass work up and down like cams with their cock in it. Jamming it into that massive ass which I could see the top of, circling an arm around that strip of fat tummy flesh as they pounded away at her steaming snatch. These were the things I dreamed of unashamedly as I pulled my pud two, three times a night and then again in the morning.It got to where I started watching for her every day,.