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Chapter 36 by Javalar Javalar

What do you do?

Stay where you are and continue to watch.

You watch your husband Dave positioning himself behind the Asian girl.

"Take my cock, ****, and thank me for it!", he grunts, and then, without waiting further, thrusts his erection deep into the housemaid. You hear her gasp and suppress another soft cry, before she stammers a "Th... thank you!"

A strange, unexplicable arousal grabs you as you watch Dave pounding the young woman. He's cheating on you, outright - in your own marriage bed. And you are witnessing it all. You should be furious. But somehow you aren't. Instead, you are intrigued, slightly aroused, and - deep inside - hurt. You want to be that woman your husband has tied to the bed and whipped.

You watch both of them moan while Dave fucks Xiang from behind and occasionally slaps her butt with his right hand. All of a sudden he starts to gargle and groan, pulls himself out and jerks his load on her back, marking her with white lines of cum. Then he staggers slightly and grasps the bedframe to steady himself. You see sweat running down his body. His breath goes deep and ragged.

The Asian housemaid hums sensually and pleased. "That was wonderful, Master Dave", she cooes.

Dave just wheezes.

"You remember this morning, how you too timid to tie me up?", she continues, her soft accent and her odd grammar making her sound submissive and sensual at the same time. "Now look at you. Your fourth round of the day. Untie me, Master, and I show you some more tricks you do to me. I make you hot again. And hard again. And cum again. Mmmmmh..."

You blink and try to make sense of those words. Dave and the maid have been doing it the whole day since morning? Your own breathing suddenly seems very loud in the calm corridor outside the bedroom. You stagger back a few steps, your head spinning. What is going on here? How has the Asian maid turned your husband into a dominant man who would whip a woman and... and basically **** her? This is not the Dave you are familiar with at all.

You withdraw, slowly, and the words inside the bedroom fade to a murmur, as you walk down the stairs.

You sit down on the couch in the living room and stare into nothing, while, you can only assume, upstairs, the Asian maid is working her magic on your husband to get him hard for a fifth round of rough sex.

What do you do?

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