In this installment, Erik gets to meet Maya's husband for the very first time, not counting the night before, when he had watched through the window while his wife performed oral sex on him.
Loving wives, fetish content included.
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It had been a tense day at work with Maya. I had continued to try and inflame Maya in subtle ways; grazing against her, idly touching her arm or squeezing her shoulder.
It was working, and working far beyond my wildest dreams. Maya was - and there is no other way to put this - in heat. Men always fantasize about a woman who was almost out of mind with desire for them, and I was no exception. Now here it was, and I was loving it.
I'm positive that by now little meek and shy Maya would have, if I had told her to, stripped off all of her clothes and fucked me right on the floor in the middle of the store. Quite a step up from the modest woman who was so reluctant to wear short sleeves earlier in the week because of her furry arms.
"Tonight, sir?" Maya had asked me around lunch time when we had a bit of a lull in business and were able to talk.
"I'm not sure," I mused, putting my hand on her shoulder and feeling her whole body twitch. "I like the way we are going now. Nice and slow. Regardless, we will do it when I decide. Not before."
Maya nodded and took care of the customer while I watched her. It just struck me that for everything I had done to and with Maya, I had yet to see much of her body. She had always been wearing at least a bra and panties. Now, as the customer left, I decided that was about to change.
"Let's go into the back room," I said, and guided the little woman from behind the counter and towards the back room.
I stood in the doorway that led to the back while Maya went into the room. When she realized I had stopped, she stopped as well.
"I want to see your tits," I said calmly.
"What?"
"Your tits," I explained. "Your breasts. I've never seen you without a bra on, although I have a hunch there may not be all that much to see. Where on earth did you get this bra?"
"It belongs to Tanish's mother," Maya said with reluctance, as she looked down at me squeezing the cup of the sadly under-filled bra through her shirt. "We haven't been able to afford to buy many clothes as of late."
"Ah yes. Everything comes back to that sorry, limp-dicked, unemployed, lazy-ass excuse for a husband of yours," I spat. "Well, come on before a customer comes in. Take off your shirt and bra so I can see your tits."
"They are very small," Maya told me, as if I couldn't tell already.
"I didn't ask for a description. I said that I wanted to see them."
Maya nodded and pulled the company shirt off of herself, folding it neatly afterward. She took a deep breath and reached back and unhooked the harness, which was either the same ill-fitting bra I had seen her in before or another one that fit just as badly, and pulled it off, covering herself with her hands.
"Put your hands down," I said sternly, glancing back into the store to make sure no one had come in before looking back at Maya.
Her breasts were indeed small - even smaller than I had pictured them in my mind. Pear shaped and about that size as well, the little titties had a bit of sag to them as well, but while her tits may have been small, her areolas and nipples were incredible.
A rich chocolate brown in color that set them off from the copper toned teats, her areolas were quite large, covering almost all of the ends of her breasts. Her nipples were thick, fat bullets that also seemed over-sized in comparison to what they capped.
"Tanish - he says they are pitiful, and that is partly why he has trouble getting erect for me."
"Your Tanish is pretty pitiful too," I said, stepping over and grabbing her left breast in my hand, the tiny orb feeling lost in my palm. I kneaded the pliant tit roughly, and felt the nipple blossom even larger as I did.
"He's right about your tits," I said, trying to hide the fact that I found her little treasures very arousing. "They are quite small indeed. These nipples look like they have gotten a lot of attention in the past, am I right?"
As I spoke, I took the thick pegs between my thumbs and index fingers and pulled on them. Maya gasped, but kept standing in place as I tugged on the bullets, stretching them straight outward as Maya looked down open-mouthed.
"Ah... you like that don't you? You like these babies abused a little, right?" I asked, twisting them a bit just before releasing my grip on them.
As her titties dropped back down, the nipples stayed fully expressed, the thick and long brown stubs deserving in my mind to be enjoyed more.
"Put your shirt back on," I said, and when Maya grabbed for the brassiere I yanked it away from her. "Not that thing. Give this back to the women that it fits. Your tits are so small they don't need a bra. Just wear the shirt."
Maya complied with my wishes, and for the rest of the day she worked bra-less. Even the baggy shirt couldn't hide the fact that her nipples were erect the whole day, probably partly as a result of the scraping of the fabric against them, and partly because I stared at her all afternoon.
Around ten minutes before closing time, I saw Maya's car pull up in front of the store. This time, her husband didn't stay in the car, or stand out on the sidewalk, but instead came into the store.
He didn't stride in aggressively, but more or less slithered in, looking just as meek and timid as his wife. Biding his time, he waited until the customers had left before he sidled up to the counter where we were getting ready to cash out.
He cleared his throat while I ignored him, and I watched Maya nervously trying to think of something to say to me in way of an introduction.
"Excuse me, sir?" Maya whispered, addressing me as she always did, and only then was it that I looked across the counter at her perspiring husband.
"Hello," the guy said in a voice that warbled a bit. "My name is Tanish."
He stuck out his hand in a nervous and jerky manner, and I paused for a second, not wanting to touch the guy. Finally, after remembering the words of my old man, "Even a dog can shake hands," I slowly reached over and grabbed his brown paw, giving him a handshake that wasn't as firm as I was tempted to give, but was still too much for him, causing him to grimace and flex his hand after I released it.
"Uh - I would like - uh - to thank you for giving Maya the opportunity to work for you," Tanish said after an awkward silence.
"Don't thank me. I didn't hire her on your account. She's here because she's a good worker. I like people with a strong work ethic. Not like some of these lazy bastards you see around here that can't keep a job."
Tanish sheepishly nodded, hanging his head and glancing over at Maya for a second, and then doing a double take when he saw her nipples poking into her shirt front. When he looked back toward me, his eyes drifted down to my crotch, which was something I didn't care for at all, so I reached down and extended my middle finger in front of what he was looking for, and this broke him out of his trance.
"May I speak to you sir?" he said quietly, motioning to Maya to leave us.
"You are speaking," I answered curtly, watching Maya walk toward the front to lock the door.
