Dangerous House maids

House helps or maids come in different categories.
In an ideal setting, they are very helpful especially to
the busy or working-class mothers. While many are
paid employees, others are distant relatives of
either of the couple.
On the flipside, having a house help could be
dangerous, especially the female ones who most
often than not are potential sex baits to their male
employers. Even if his mind is far from randy
thoughts, some subtle suggestive body movements
from a nubile maid, either deliberately or
innocently, could stir irresistible lust in a man’s loin.
I have witnessed a situation whereby the madam
lost her husband to the house help. The “dirty old
man,” charmed by the sweetness of a 19-year-old
c*** soon forgot that his wife had sexual urges that
needed to be satisfied by his ‘straying’ John
Thomas.
There was a case of yet another man who could not
glimpse his wife’s nakedness without going gaga;
anytime he set his eyes on her body especially on
the mounds on her chest, his action kit would
hurriedly rise to the occasion, and before you could
say Jack Robinson, he would pounce on her like a
sex maniac. As a result of his animalistic attitude
towards sex, his wife no longer dared to undress in
his presence. Even when she wanted to take her
bath, she made sure the bathroom was securely
locked for fear of ‘unwanted invasion’.
With such a sex machine in the house, one would
expect that the woman would have been prudent
enough to employ a male domestic help. Alas, she
employed a nubile girl, who in time became her
husband’s secret concubine. Perhaps the naïve
woman thought that her husband’s JT should
respect itself and dare not go about “poking into
other holes.” She goofed. And she found out too
late. Right under her nose a monkey business went
on undetected. The house girl was busy servicing
her husband. Before she realized what was
happening, Ekaette was three months belleful,
pregnant with her oga’s seed, while the madam of
the house and the rightful owner of the “farming
tool” was yet to have her own land properly tilled
and sowed with the master’s wild oat.
When the bubble burst, Ekaette was summarily sent
back to her village. Yet, the madam approached the
mess the English way: she deemed her husband’s
betrayal unforgivable and formerly called it quit with
the marriage. The couple divorced. The man
decided to be African about the whole mess. He
headed back to the village and brought back the
heavily pregnant former house girl to become his
wife. Case closed.
Men. It is only men that could eat their cake and yet
have it. Some men, when it comes to giving their
wives their conjugal dues, would mischieviously
play the eunuch, but would sooner go and play the
he-goat with little girls who should still be watching
PG movies. What is so annoying about this
shenanigans is that some men even try to play the
field with a pervert sense of equity: he would
benevolently give his wife two course meal of good
sex and when she is sleeping off the fatigue of the
encounter, he would sneak out to have a dessert of
one explosive round with the house help. Men!
Queer enough, I have heard men say that “sex is
sweeter when stolen” - when there is an element of
danger to it, it has the thrill of an adventure. One
old fool unabashedly boasted to me that more fun
is derived from a woman’s honey pot when you do
it “sharp sharp” than relishing the act in a more
relaxed.
Only God knows what this world is turning into.
Fathers having carnal knowledge of their young
daughters - and even getting them pregnant. Male
teachers f*****g their vulnerable pupils and
students. House girls and their randy Ogas knacking
each other behind the back of their madams. Illicit
sex, everywhere, haba!
We were talking about housegirls before I
digressed. A newly-wed friend of mine seven
months ago found herself in a housegirl problem.
Because of the demanding nature of her job - she is
a banker – and being two months pregnant,
engaging the service of a domestic help was
inevitable. She got an 18-year-old Cotonou import.
The problem was, this 18 year old had the ripe, full
body of a 26-year-old. Worse still, she had a flirty
attitude and big mesmerizing eyes that men
frequently fall victims of. Flirting was a habit of her.
My friend had no problem with her. The girl can
really work. But one day I went for a visit. I took
along my 23-year-old nephew who had recently
discovered the vain art of skirt-chasing. Another
friend of ours Beatrice, too came, also with her two
“huge” brothers.
When the house girl bent down right in our front,
her skirt and blouse were hardly enough cover for
her womanly endowments. Sinful sights popped
out. Her cleavage was in clear view, her pawpaw-like
boobs shaking inside her loose camisole. You know
men’s adrenalin transmit signals from their their
eyes to their JTs- those boys forgot that their sisters
and aunts were in the same room with them. They
were literally drooling. Come to think of it, the girl
wasn’t interested in any of them. She was even
aware of what she just did. There and then, I
wondered how my friend’s husband was coping
with such temptation within arms’ reach and almost
free of charge.
I think my friend got the message. Two weeks later, I
visited her when she took ill and was given a day off
from work. I met her alone. “Where is your house
maid?”
“I have asked her to leave,” was her angry reply to
my query. I raised the possibility of getting another
maid or alternatively inviting her sister, a 27-year-
old, 200 Level student to assist her with household
chores. She cut me off curtly. “I don’t think getting
any house girl is a good idea.”
Her sister, indeed, was a girl with notoriety when it
comes to the men’s business - young, dangerously
beautifully, tantalizingly full-bodied and recklessly
flirtatious. Having her around is like handling a man
a grenade with the pin already out. But isn’t she
family? It turned out my friend caught her husband
in some hanky-panky with the last maid. So she was
not ready to trust him with any girl in close range,
not even with her own sister. And the man too
would not have any male presence breathing
around his wife.
To let her know that I had an idea of what was going
on, I offered an unsolicited help: “should I help you
to get a 65-year-old industrious woman who can do
all sorts of help?”