I Fell In Love With My Maid

I know, we didn’t treat her well. But a few months ago, she started giving me eye contact and I always smiled back at her. I mean she was quite beautiful.

I even tried talking to her, but she was too shy and couldn’t bring out a single word.

But one Saturday morning, she came into my room to bring me breakfast.
I told her “oh wow, that looks awesome, thank you so much!”

That’s when I noticed that she was wearing a rather revealing outfit. She put the breakfast on my bed, bowed down and said “sir, can I do you any other favour?”

Wow, I could see her bra and it was so arousing.
I offered her to sit down on my bed and eat the breakfast with me together.

It was the first time we had a real conversation. And after a few minutes she said “it’s very cold in here.”

I responded “I’m sorry, the air conditioning is too strong, but you can come under my blanket. Suddenly, we were laying right next to each other with my legs touching hers.

I even put my hand on her thighs. Things were great, until my mom came into the room.
She saw us and said “oh my god! What are you doing? How can you sleep with a girl like her?!”

Maria was so embarrassed, she ran outside. Meanwhile, I tried to explain to my mom that we hadn’t slept with each other.

But my mom responded “she only wants to get pregnant by you, so she get our money!”
Wow, my mom always saw the worst in other people. No wonder, she was a terrible person herself. I mean, our maid was living with us for 5 years and we still treated her like a worthless servant. My family didn’t even pay for Maria’s school fees.
But I liked her a lot and we started seeing each other in secret.

I still remember the first time she came into my room at night. She was still shy and only said “hey”.

I stood up and said “wow, you look beautiful”
But she was so nervous, she couldn’t even look me in the eyes.

I had never felt more aroused. She was wearing a short, black dress. And I couldn’t help myself. I put my hand on her wrist and pulled her towards me. Then I grabbed her hair, pulled it back and kissed her.

This was the first of many nights we spent together. But then it happened. She told me she was pregnant.

I was confused and said “but we always used protection, how could this happen?” She said she didn’t know either. But I had a suspicion. Maybe after we slept with each other, she had searched the trash and pulled out my protection.
But of course, that’s just a suspicion.

Anyway, it was hard to tell my parents about the baby. Both of them freaked out and my dad even wanted to throw Maria out on the streets.

I was shocked and said, “no, I love her and I want be her boyfriend. She isn’t as bad of a girl as you think.”

I guess my parents were disappointed I wouldn’t marry a girl from a “good” family. But I really didn’t care. Maria was a lovely girl and she was carrying my baby.

However, in the first few months of our relationship, I learned that we were quite different. I don’t wanna sound arrogant, but Maria was less educated than me. And I didn’t enjoy talking to her much.

I still tried to be a responsible dad. But when I turned 18, I went to my first party. It was so crazy with all those beautiful girls. I stayed faithful that night and didn’t kiss or sleep with another girl, but afterward I started having doubts about my relationship with Maria. Maybe I wasn’t ready for a family.

And things got worse, when I went to university. There were so many pretty girls and many of them were flirting with me.

I just couldn’t take it anymore, so went to Maria and said “I know you’ll be angry, but I want an open relationship.”

She started crying and said “no… that’s not fair.”
But I responded “I’m just too young for a serious relationship, I’m sorry.”I knew I was a douche because Maria had no choice. She couldn’t leave me because she had no money. She was dependent on me. And as horrible as it sounds, I kinda liked that because it made me feel powerful.

Well, after Maria had given birth, my parents rented us a small apartment next to my university where we moved in.

But I partied often and even brought girls home. And yes, I took them into the same bed my girlfriend was lying in. She would act as if she was asleep most of the time.
But one night, I was drunk, woke her up and asked if she wanted to join us, but she just started crying and ran outside.
That ruined my mood and I apologised to her afterward. Gosh, I knew I was such a jerk, but I still continued. One of my favourite girls I was dating, was Mathilde. She was well-educated and funny.

I told her I had an open relationship with my girlfriend. And then I asked her if she wanted to move in with us. She was reluctant at first, but finally agreed.

It was so awkward when I introduced her to Maria. I said “Maria, this is Mathilde. We’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks now and I want her to become part of our relationship.”