A Domestic Affair

"Han, I home!" Life was good. It was 7pm and home I was. In all my life, I have never felt being treated like royalty. I lived in a very beautiful 2 storey home with a pool and the place was kept beautifully spick and span by my lovely housemaid, Han.

She was a young lady, on a waiting list at a local marriage agency for a potential suitor to arrange to meet her. One of these days, I thought, she is going to leave me and get married. I think I might be a little heartbroken then. My thoughts flew back to about a week back, when I was at the agency, scrutinizing the photo album, looking out for someone who will not mind being my housemaid while I was stationed here, in Ha Noi.

"Sir, sit please."

We go through the same ritual everytime I come back home. She would drop whatever she was occupied with and immediately attend to me.

First would be taking off my shoes and placing it neatly beside the other shoes I have at the shoe rack.

Second, she will lay food at the dining table for my meal. And while I was having my meal, she would be preparing the bath as well as to get ready my after-bath clothings.

Lastly, due to a daily ritual, she would have turned on my computer and prepare a notepad with a sharpened pencil just in case I need to take notes. Of course, a glass of warm tea would be there too.

Life is good, very good.

"Han, sir don't want you to wear Ao Dai anymore in house, ok?"

The Ao Dai is the traditional dress worn by women in Vietnam. I was just told by my colleague today that it is worn on formal occasions only. It's a long gown with slits on both sides and I have caught myself on many occasions trying to look beyond the slit just trying to see if I could.

"Sir, my parents say I work here. So only wear Ao Dai is good for work." She replied before she turned to the kitchen to bring out dinner.

I stared at her as she brought the dishes out one by one. It's the same everyday. 4 or 5 main dishes with rice or noodles. She's not a bad cook, I must say. Some lucky chap is going to have a good life with her.

"Do you wear Ao Dai at your parent's home, Han?" I asked her as she moved in and out of the kitchen.

As she placed the last dish on the table, she said, "At home I wear Tshirts and bermudas, very hot in home. Sir house is cold of the air-con."

"Hmm, sir turn off air con, Han take off Ao Dai?"

She must have interpreted it in the wrong way. She smiled in a very shy manner and quickly mumbled a "No" before she turned and went back to the kitchen to get a beverage for me.

I thought I have already kept my english simple and easy to understand. But I realised that she must have thought I wanted to see her naked.

There was an uneasy quiet after that. I ate dinner while she stood a ways behind me awaiting any instruction. Normally, we would chat a bit and she would ask me about people and life in other countries and how is it different from Ha Noi.

"Han, sir is sorry. Sir no more talk about Ao Dai ok?" I turned apologized to her. I would not want her going back to her parents and telling them I made a pass at her. Although she is an adult but the culture here is one of purity and decency.

"No no sir. Please no sorry. Sir want Han take off Ao Dai, Han will follow." She looked down meekly as she said these words. Man, I felt like I was hurting her feelings. She can be so sweet at times that my heart will melt. Is this why Singaporean men love Viet women?

We left the conversation at that. I felt really bad about what I said and went up to take a bath. While I was soaking my tired body in the bathtub, my mind went back to what transpired earlier. I never thought of having any other relationship with her and I thought about how I could rephase my words next time to prevent an encounter like that again.

I turned the tap and adjusted for more hot water. I love being in a bathtub. Alone and quiet, I can smoke and make use of the time to think.

This time, when I got out of the tub and towelled dry, I accidentally dropped my boxers and bermudas into the tub and wet them. I called for her and asked her to get me new "sleeping clothes". Wearing only a T-shirt, I started shaving at the mirror. It was another mistake. I left the door unlocked and in she came carrying a complete set of tshirt, boxers and pants and saw me half naked from the waist below.

We stood there looking at each other for what seemed like an eternity. She was transfixed at my brother and looked extremely shocked. Whilst I, usually used to the fact that someone would knock before coming in, never expected something like that to happen.

I composed myself and quickly took the clothes from her and turned her around and pushed her out of the bathroom. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I dressed as fast as I could and went down to look for her. Although she has only been with me for about a week, I don't want to make her think that she's living with a pervert.

She was in the kitchen. When she saw me coming down the steps, she looked away and started to wash the dishes. She had long, straight, jet black hair tied up in a very high ponytail. Her traditional Ao Dai, blue today, was worn tightly and you could see her small waist and lithe figure. A figure many men would die to hug. As she worked, the slits on her dress opened and closed and you could see the white pants that are worn inside as part of the traditional dress.

"Han, sit please. Sir want to talk to you". I wanted to iron out any misunderstandings that we have. I would very much like to have the old Han back again. Always smiling, always cheerful and always asking me questions that half the time, I don't have an answer.

She sat down quietly. What happened earlier must have been had a crazy effect on her.

"Han, sir very sorry just now. Will not happen again. Please no sad ok?"

She nodded to show that she understood and I turned and started to leave her to her own work.

"Sir?"

"Yes?"

"Sir, please no sorry. Han working here. What sir wants, Han will give." I guess she must be thinking that I want her to have sex with me. And the problem is how do I convince her that it is not what I intended.

"Han, do you know what is fuck?" I know now how difficult it is for a parent to sex educate their child. It is the exact same feeling that is plaguing me right now. As soon as the words, came out of my mouth and seeing the reaction on her face, I knew I screwed up big time once more.

She looked at me with those innocent eyes. For the life of me, the tension was excruciatingly terrible. I sat down across the table from her. "Han, it is not what I meant. Please do not misunderstand my intentions. I feel bad today so many weird things happen."

"Sir, no feel bad please. Han want to learn be good wife." She was definitely feeling uneasy, glancing everywhere and rubbing her hands together.

Looking at her now reminds me of those girls in the Japanese porn that I have watched before. Quiet, decent, sweet and youthful girls who would do anything you told them to.

Right here, before my eyes, I had a fair and beautiful, not to mention sexy (at least that is how I imagined her figure would be) woman that was just ripe for the taking. But deep within me, knowing that she is actively looking for a man to spend the rest of her days with, I struggled with the thought of wanting and not wanting her.

I spent the next few minutes trying to explain to her, to recollect the events that led up to this uneasiness between us. Hoping she will understand what I actually wanted in the first place. All I wanted was for her to be comfortable and treat this home like her own. That was why I wanted her to just wear casually instead of putting on the Ao Dai.

We spoke about the differences in the cultures in Vietnam and Singapore. She was shocked when I told her that maids in Singapore dress just like the rest of us. In Vietnam, there is a unspoken and unseen class difference line drawn between the employer and employee.

Things began to lighten up and I could see her trying to hide her smiles when I joked about people and events that happened to me. It was a relief to see her relaxing. Frankly, I love to make her laugh. Her dress was worn tightly and it accentuates her figure and especially her upper body. Whenever she laughs, my eyes will inadvertently be drawn to look at the soft bounce of her breasts.

Oh, I would like to add in something extra. In the past week since she's been doing my place for me, I have only seen her wearing the Vietnamese traditional dress. There were a few incidents where I've wondered what's beneath the dress. Was she wearing any lingerie? What would the lingerie be like? But because of the way the dress is designed and worn, it was virtually impossible to spot. I must say I am quite good at spotting Gstrings back in Singapore. But over here, my skills as a self proclaimed pro voyeur is tested beyond the normal boundaries.

An idea suddenly came to me with regards to the issue with the Ao Dai.

"Han, you know, in Singapore, housemaids cannot dress better than Sir and Madams." I knew how to convince her to dress casually now. "Sir feel very bad when housemaid dress nicer than sir. Sir is not housemaid right?"

"No no no Sir. Sir not housemaid, Han is housemaid." She stood up immediately. Back to the employer and employee difference again.

Now that she gets the idea. I told her that she was making me feel uncomfortable about dressing "lower" than her. And that she should dress more casually so that visitors (not that we have a lot) will not think that she is the mistress of the house.

"Sir, Han is ok not wear Ao Dai?" She confirmed.

"Yes. Not wear Ao Dai ok? Here we follow Singapore style." It's like talking to a grown up child who will follow your every command and request. I thought about the girls in Singapore I know. Even the meekest one in Singapore can't hold a candle to the purity and naivety of Han.

We agreed from then on that the Ao Dai will not be standard fare as long as she is working here. The subject was dropped and she started to ask me more questions about maids' life in Singapore. She cringed when I mentioned a few horror stories of the maids being tortured and also of maids killing the children in their employees' home.

It was getting late at about 11pm but we're still chatting gaily. I switched the subject and asked her if she ever fell in love with someone before. Being more comfortable now, she told me a story of her first love back in her village with her father's sworn brother. I probed more about what love means to Vietnamese women.

What I gathered was that women in Vietnam was taught from young that love is undying and love is giving anything. No matter how good or bad they would be treated, for them to love a man is to give that man everything. That belief governs the fact that women must give in everytime, to any request to the man that they love.

So different in Singapore. Singaporean women always justify that love is NOT equal to sex and that love is pure. But what love can be purer than what I am hearing right now? Maybe the cause of the low birth rate can be attributed to how the women in Singapore thinks.

Han asked about marriage and we compared notes on how the men proposed to the women. I even went down on my knees and held her hands to show her how the romantic guy proposes. I think that must have made her very happy as she started to giggle innocently in glee.

Getting ahead of myself, I even wanted to show her how the married man carries his wife on the day on their marriage into the new home but she stepped away and laughed, saying that she will keep that for her husband. Everything back to normal now, I told her I would go back to my room to do some work before going to bed.

Leaving her to her chores I went back to my room. Being a late sleeper, I would normally surf the web or chat with the guys before retiring for the night. It was nice to have Han around, I thought. No worries about anything as she has performed very well as a housemaid. Everything was clean and in it's place and she had the uncanny ability to know where everything is.

Right about midnight, I heard the creaking of the steps outside my room. Han was coming up. I leaned back in my chair and looked at the little slit under the door where I could see her shadow pacing to and fro outside my door.

Something must have happened but I decided against opening the door to shock her. Maybe she was just doing some chores outside.

Her shadow stopped moving outside my door and I heard the soft rustle of a piece of paper being pushed under the door. Then she walked away and the creaking of the stairs told me that she went back down.

I stood and went to pick up the piece of paper. It was torn from the little notebook she kept beside the phone where she could take down messages and on it wrote :

"Sir, I want to learn fuck. Teach me ok?"

Shocked.

This coming from the meek and soft-spoken lady I barely knew for a week.

Bewildered.

Everyone stereotyped the Vietnamese woman as ultra conservative.

Disbelief.

Here I am, thousands of miles away from Singapore, now faced with the decision to do or not to do.

Horny.

I'm sure many guys would understand me when I finally plucked up courage and left my room to look for her.

She was sitting on the steps. Was she waiting to see if I had any response? Her long beautiful hair was let down and she was not in her Ao Dai anymore. Instead, she was wearing a small white Tshirt that did not do a very good job of hiding her slim figure. Han must have removed the outer portion of the Ao Dai as she was still wearing that same white pants earlier.

The creaking of the steps must have told her I was coming down but she did not make a move or turn around to look. She sat and looked stoically ahead of her as if anticipating my first move.

I stopped one step behind her and sat down, at the same time, I put my hand on her shoulder.

I noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra. The steady hum hum of the air con was the only noise that echoed in the house.

"Xin Loi?" (This means something like "Excuse Me")

I gave her shoulder a slight squeeze as I spoke to her.

She leaned back against my knees without any prompt. This was the first time that I have been so physically close to her. Although no words were spoken by any one of us, there was a feeling that our bodies were controlled by some greater being.

I opened my legs and let her body lean against mine. My brother started his dull throbbing as blood began to fill it up. The feeling of being wanted surfaced with a vengeance and I pushed my face into her hair, taking a whiff of her flowery scented hair.

I put my arms around her body, hugging her from the back. My fingers were rubbing her arms, feeling the cold skin, and keeping her warm.

"Han like Sir very much. Han be good vo (wife) ok?" She lay on my shoulder and looked at me lovingly as she confessed her feelings.

I must admit, although it had been only a week, I too began to develop some indescribable feelings for her. I am sure it isn't love. But there was a certain attraction to her. Being catered to and well taken care of whenever I was home only served to stregthen that magnetic bond to her.

"Han, you make love before to other man?" Dropping a note like that to me wasn't what I thought would come from a conservative lady like her. I had my qualms that she was not a virgin anymore. Of course, back in Singapore, I wouldn't even bother to ask anything like that and just fire away. But with this girl, it was as though she had a label saying "Fragile - Handle with Care" stuck all over her.

She shook her head embarassingly as if I would look down on her if she was still a virgin.

"Han watched many love video at Mai Nang. Sir please teach." Mai Nang was the name of the agency where I hired her. I am surprised they even had "love videos". I wondered if these "instructional" videos were the same porn stuff we see.

Too deep in to go back now, and not to mention the incredible hunger for sex that was coursing through my veins, I wanted her so much that my sense of morality and decency was thrown out the window.

I told her I will teach her if she will allow me to and stood up. Holding her hand I wanted to pull her up so that I could bring her back to the room. She remained in a kneeling position and pulled me back towards her. No words were spoken as she pulled down my pants and held my semi hard brother in her right hand and started to suck on it gently.

I moved into a more confortable position against the wall so that I could look down and watch her. When I repositioned myself, she kept my brother warm and tight in her mouth, never letting him go as she struggled to make the positional change with me. I was impressed. The "videos" she watched must have been some real nice ones.

With both her hands at the back of my thighs now, she started to thrust me into her mouth rhythmically. I could feel myself moaning as she sent waves of pleasure through me. I relaxed myself and leaned back, occasionally pushing her hair away so I could see her working my brother.

She looked very eager to please me and thrust me in and out with a sense of urgency as if this would be the only time we would be doing this. I'm sure my life in Vietnam would have to be rewritten from this point onwards. She would look up at one once a while and in those eyes of hers I could see she was worried if she was doing it well enough for me.

It certainly felt very orgasmic. It had been a long while since I last had a blow job from someone. This lady, who I portrayed as sweet and quiet was giving the blow job of my life! Her hunger was insatiable as she just kept pulling me in to fuck her mouth.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the warming sensation in my loins. Ecstacy was almost upon me. I held her head with both my hands and we rocked even harder. My look must have been one in deep concentration as I willed myself as hard as I could to hold back. I didn't want this feeling to end as I edged closer to the climatic end.

Reaching the peak and unable to control it any longer, I held her head close to me and shot my cum into her mouth. I released load after load of warm fluid into her. My heart was pounding furiously and I slowly tried to relax myself as my ejaculation ended.

Feeling her still tounging my brother I released the grip I had that held her head against my lower body. I felt unwilling to let my brother leave her mouth, it was becoming very comfortable in there. She gave me a wide eyed look and smiled mischieviously. She swallowed everything! Not one drop of cum spilled in this encounter and she had taken everything that I had given.

My heart went out to her as I leaned down and lifted her up and embraced her.

"Han, tonight you sleep with Sir?" I asked as she pulled off her Tshirt and started to wipe my brother dry from the mixture of her saliva and cum.

This was the first time looking at her naked upper body. The unblemished fair skin was soft to the touch as I moved my hands over her shoulders and her back. Her nipples were small, pinkish and sexily erected from the low temperature. I moved my hand under one of her breasts and experienced the sliky and smooth suppleness.

As she finished cleaning my brother up, she leaned against me and whispered so softly that I almost didn't catch it, "Sir, Han want more."

She giggled with anticipation and kicked her fair slender legs as I lifted her up, married couple style, and headed up the creaky stairs to the room.

The night was still young, at least to me, as I thought of all the sexy possibilities of making out with this fantastic woman who was just moments ago, my sweet and demure housemaid.

Even though I had just ejaculated, I was ready for another, or maybe a few more, mind blowing orgasms. Ever since I left Singapore a few weeks ago to work off site, the opportunities to get laid were few and far between. Fine, I'm lying to myself. There wasn't any opportunity at all being buried in projects after projects. I heard from the grapevine in the office that a few of my colleagues even suspected that I was gay. 30 years old, leading a yuppie life with no hint of a girlfriend. That would make the tongues wag.

Carrying her, I felt an immense sense of closeness and desire. Her scent of flowers was not overpowering yet subtle enough to keep my heart beating in desperation. Her breasts bobbed lovingly with every step I took as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I bent my head and we shared another kiss of longing and wanton lust. The tongues darted around one another playfully, exploring as our oral fluids mixed. Almost at the top of the stairs, I tripped and we both fell to the floor clumsily. Fortunately, she held on tight and didn't get hurt, whilst I palmed the hard surface to break the fall.

"Oops. Sir is not strong." I confessed sheepishly.

Moving my hands to her head to check if she was hurt in any way, I found nothing. She lay there quietly, smiling at me, with the eyes just staring deep into mine. Caressing her beautiful mounds, I felt the soft warm flesh and the taut and hard nipples. Laying my head on her chest, I could hear her heart beating furiously too.

We were like two secondary school children, in love for the first time. My thoughts drifted back to the other encounters in the past. True, the other women were in a class of their own but what I had right here, right now was different. It was not about having sex or satisfying a woman so that she would remember me for life. I tried to convince myself that this was just pure lust on my part, but the harder I thought about it, the notion of being in love became more apparent.

Could this really be love? Did Han strike a long hidden chord that I have so painstakingly hidden over these years deep within me?

One of my reasons of not being attached till now was a phobia of being tied down to just one person. I have seen many good friends, drinking brothers and partying members of my group slowly reduced to being a regular family man after marriage, even more so after their first born. It's true that there are exceptions, but you have to admit, marriage changes a man's lifestyle and habits. I cannot thrive within this "comfort zone". I am spurred in life with my successes in work and for my love in writing.

Han lifted my head up from her chest and pulled me in close for yet another warm kiss. It was a lovers' kiss this time, slow and soft as if trying to steady the pace at which we were going. I moved to remove the white pants she was wearing and she helped a little, bending at the knees so I could take them off while keeping our mouths locked together.

I ran my hand along the length of her smooth thighs, relishing the touch of the almost baby soft skin. She did not wear any panties and that made her even more sexy and desirable. The cheeks of her bottoms were tight and firm, probably from all the work she was doing. All in all, she was the woman of the moment, the mistress of the house. And I had to admit that I must have fallen in love with her.

I pinched her inner thighs gently and ever so slowly, inching upwards towards where it mattered. She was totally wet and wanting. I spread her legs open and rubbed her in controlled strokes with my fingers. The only reward I had was a slight mew of pleasure from her as she held my head with both her hands and held me close, maintaining the kiss that never seemed to end.

My other arm that was half supporting my weight as well as to hold her head up was aching with a dull throb. I shut that out. Nothing will stop me tonight. I'm not going to show weakness in front of this woman who had been giving so much for me, even though only for a week. In fact, I wanted to impress her, albeit sexually but impression does count, even in bed.

She held my hand now and guided me along her crevice to a part that was only too familiar to me. Continuing my assault on her clit, her responses were more noticable now. She moaned softly and she broke the kiss, laying her head on the floor and closing her eyes, enjoying this particular moment.

I, too, was recovering from the last orgasm. Hardening, I knew that was ready to take her. The foreplay was definitely driving us well as I moved my body on top of hers, missionary style and prepared to enter her.

She laid her hands on my chest to hold me back and at the same time she said, "Sir, pain?" I could feel her tensing up nervously as she knew what would be coming next.

"A bit Han. It's ok. No worry ok?" I kissed her again and put both my arms under her and gave her a reassuring hug. I slowly positioned myself for the entry and pushed gently, careful not to make it any worse for her, suspecting that this might be her first time.

She did not cry out in pain at all. Her body jerked as I broke her hymen. I stopped myself and left her to relax. It seemed all my senses concentrated on my lower body as the tightening feeling of warmness surrounded me. It was a feeling I had never experienced for months now. A wetness that only a woman would be able to give.

Her eyes were closed in concentration and I saw tears of pain that she had endured running down the sides of her face. I wiped them away and kissed her on her forehead. I pushed and pulled slowly, hoping to send sensations of pleasure that will wash the pain away. It is not the first time for me to take a virgin and I knew that the pain is only temporary.

She seemed more relaxed now. Her arms were embraced around my neck, pulling me in occasionally for a small peck. I bucked harder now as she started to moan again like a little girl. I taught her how to place her feet on the ground for leverage so she could push her bottom up to meet me with every thrust. She made love with me with wild abandon, pushing up hard, kissing and hugging me whenever she had a chance. Her hands were even holding my waist and pulling me down, preventing me from taking a break even I was tired.

She was a quiet one, I must say. There were nothing more than just soft moans from her as we made love. I was kind of worried that I was not living up to her expectations and physically, her actions were showing me signs that she wanted more desperately. Undeterred, I knew I was capable of more and this would not be the first time either.

There wasn't a change of position nor any time out for us to catch a breath. She just continued pumping and I was too driven by lust to even consider stopping. We were both breathing extremely heavily now. I knew I was going to be on the verge of climax if this kept up. I hoped from now onwards, this would be a common sensation for us.

Her moans were getting to be more regular. Her speed increased and I could feel my journey almost coming to an end. She pushed and hugged me harder. Before I could even wonder if she was coming, she gave out a slight shriek and held me tight and hard. I knew she had climaxed. There was a sudden presence of wetness that can only be felt when a woman reaches orgasm. I continued pumping her furiously as she remained tense for a while, lavishing in her first orgasm.

It wasn't long before I came too. My thighs felt taut, trying to hold back like I always do, as the surge of pleasure washed upon me before I gave in and released myself into her. I gave out a grunt of satisfaction as I pushed my head into her sweet smelling neck and came. I could hear her breathing and I was sure she could hear mine too. I uttered a soft, "I love you." as I closed my eyes and relaxed. I could still feel myself throbbing slightly within her wetness and wished that time would stand still right now.

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I coughed as water suddenly began to fill my nostrils. I opened my eyes and what I saw was a blur. Trying to compose myself, I realised I was under the water in the bathtub!

The dull sound of the trickling water reached my ears and I pushed myself up into a sitting position and wondered what the hell happened.

Looking around, I saw the stub of my cigarette swimming in the bathtub. The water was slightly murky and exuded a tangy, musky smell that reminds me of my sperm.

Oh fuck! It was all a damn wet dream! I must have fallen asleep whilst bathing! The bermudas and boxers that were supposedly wet was still laid out on the rack, dry.

Taking a few deep, disappointed breaths. I got out and washed off the sperm-filled water from myself and towelled dry. This was stupid. A grown man like me, still having wet dreams at this age.

I dressed and left the toilet. Standing at the top of the stairs, I called out to her, "Han!"

She rushed out from the kitchen and stood at the foot of the stairs, still wearing her blue Ao Dai.

"Sir?" She must have been shocked from my sudden outcry.

I looked at her, the last part of the dream kept replaying in my mind. What a damn waste!

"Nothing." I told her. "You go work."

Damn, I'm not ever going to have sex in real life...