The maid was in the drawing room, sweeping the floor at that time. She always wore a saree with a very loose blouse. So normally when she would roam a...ound, no part of her upper body was visible.But that day for the very first time, I saw that when she bent for sweeping the floor, her blouse was getting too much loose and the maid’s two big ripe mangoes were pretty much seen hanging out as the most desired things in the world!It was the very first time I was looking at the almost-bare upper. Now I'm a pretty big guy myself but he didn't seem to be bothered by me at all. Once again my wife started with the hair thing and as I glanced down I was in shock. Right in front of me this dude had his hand on my wifes thigh. He then turned on the jets where I couldn't see but I knew exactly where that hand went because my wife let out a small gasp. I know I should have knocked him out but I just sat there as he was clearly fingering my wife right in front of me. She at first tried not. The more recent ones are easy to see. She started to get nervous, and I saw her glancing at a box on the counter.I pulled her into my lap, took out one of the micro-needle finger blades, put it on her right finger, moved that down to her pussy lips, pushed her finger against her pussy, and pulled her hand up. She used her other hand to muffle the scream of searing pain, then moans of unbelievable pleasure, and then twitched before going limp. I carried her to the couch, put her between my legs. “You don’t think so?!”My eyes widened and I was taken aback by the force of her reaction.“Do you cook?” she asked suddenly.“No.”“Do you do laundry?”A headshake.“Do you clean the house?”“I have to help out,” I said, but it was a hollow protest.“Do you go grocery shopping?”“Sometimes. I mean, I help.”“Every day?”Another headshake.“Do you... ?”“Okay, I get it. She does a lot. Okay?”Susan nodded, finally letting up. “Don’t ever think that being a wife and mother isn’t a job, Paul. In a lot of ways,.