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Special 2 - Trying to win back my husband in a maid outfit.

 

The story goes like this: Yesterday morning, Kantapong had to travel to another province for a photoshoot and needed to stay overnight because it would run late. Of course, if it's work like that, I wouldn't tag along, even though I really wanted to. So, with my boyfriend gone, I felt cheerful and went out secretly without telling him. 

 

The first reason was that I didn't want to worry Kantapong. The second reason was that I was afraid of not getting permission. But when I got to the bar, I ran into Kantapong's whole gang of friends! What kind of bad luck is this for me?

 

The mistake from last night is now affecting things. Gun returned from work in the morning, picked up by Kel at the airport. There was no argument, but the silence was even more awkward. They had actually already cleared things up once over the phone, but it didn't help improve the situation.

 

"I'll make you something to eat," the petite figure said as soon as they entered the room, starting the conversation.

 

"I'm not hungry, I want to sleep," was the extremely curt reply, making the listener want to cry.

 

"Okay," what could the guilty party do? Kel had to let Kant rest while he sat dejectedly in front of the TV. They'd been together almost a year, and they'd never argued, but if Kant was the one sulking, it meant it was really serious, because normally Kant was so calm. 

 

Kel opened his MacBook and quickly searched Google for ways to apologise to his husband. There were so many results that he didn't know which website to click on first. Kel's beautiful eyes scrolled through the results for a long time until he came across a sentence that said. ‘3 ways to make even the most stubborn or hard-to-please man surrender, and make your relationship sweeter than ever before. (18+)’

 

Kel's slender lips were pressed together, his mind still confused about whether he should continue reading this page, but his hand stubbornly moved down. 

 

Method one: Secretly perform oral sex while he's asleep. Wow! Just the first method made the petite man swallow hard unconsciously, thinking about what he might think if Kant were asleep. Will these instructions work?

 

The second method is to dress provocatively. This suggests ways to entice someone, such as wearing shorts that show your buttocks or wide-legged pants. Pretend to sit improperly, like with your legs spread wide or something. Or, if it's bedtime, suggest wearing a sexy nightgown that shows off your curves and makes your partner lose their self-control.

 

The third method: A maid outfit is the ultimate answer. It's explained that wearing the ideal outfit will greatly enhance your sex appeal. If role-playing is involved, it will further intensify desire. Links are provided to websites with many cute maid outfits, ranging from housemaids and pet maids to maids in various professions.

 

"Huh!"

 

Kel's eyes widened as he remembered that for his recent birthday, Jess had given him a gift and whispered that it was a set of things to use to apologise to his husband. At the time, Kel immediately argued that there was no need for such things because they understood each other perfectly well. And look what happened now; he's sitting here trying to figure out how to apologise like a madman.

 

"Sigh…"

 

He decided to get up, then cautiously walked into the bedroom, afraid of disturbing his boyfriend, who said he wanted to rest. Gun was asleep, his breathing steady. Kel's gaze swept from Gun’s handsome face down to his muscular chest, covered by a white tank top. Further down, he noticed the bulge in his crotch. Gun wasn't aroused; it was just that the boxer shorts he was wearing were so tight, making the shape clearly visible. If Kel had to guess, Gun probably wasn't sleeping in underwear, as usual. 

 

Kel had come in looking for an outfit to apologise to his husband, but now he felt like trying the first method he'd read about. He tried to compose himself, though he secretly licked his lips like someone craving something delicious. Kel turned his attention to the wardrobe and slowly opened it. 

 

The sweet pink gift box was still tightly closed, even though Kel's birthday was over two months ago. If he told Jess he hadn't opened it yet, Jess would definitely be angry. All Kel could do was take it out; he wasn't going to open it now, for fear of making noise and waking Gun, so he carried it outside.

 

The gift his senior gave him was a real maid outfit! A thin, white maid uniform with black trim. He wants to cry because it only covers...the sides. Only the front was covered; the back was just a rope tied in knots. It resembled a kitchen apron more than anything else, but with added lace trim for a cute touch. 

 

Kel blinked, biting his lip thoughtfully. He hadn't wanted to do this at first, but it wouldn't hurt anything since only his husband would see it. He usually walked around the room naked without any shame.

 

The small figure returned to the bedroom, already dressed in a maid's uniform. His slender legs were clad in long white lace stockings that reached up to his thighs. He still wore underwear to prevent too much exposure, but it still felt a little revealing. Kel slowly crawled onto the bed and paused, gazing at his boyfriend's face for a moment before bending down towards his crotch. Kel's delicate fingers pulled down Gun’s boxer shorts, revealing his sleeping manhood. Even while asleep, it was this large. What would it be like when awake?

 

"Darling," a sweet voice murmured softly, before he extended his tongue and licked along the shaft, from the base to the tip, dragging his tongue along every length.

 

"Mmm..." A deep groan could be heard.

 

Afraid that Kant would wake up and stop him, Kel quickly grabbed his penis and shoved it into his mouth. He sucked on it, making loud slurping sounds, sometimes flicking his tongue against the tip. Now, the owner of the body was awake from his slumber. Kant sat up and looked at his beloved wife's actions, even more surprised to see him in unfamiliar clothes. His handsome face contorted with pleasure as the smaller man continued to pleasure him. His slender tongue was incredibly skilful and experienced. Kel had performed oral sex on Kant many times before.

 

"What are you playing, Sssshhh?" he asked, moaning.

 

"Mm-hmm," the other person responded with a muffled "Mm-hmm," because that thing was so big it filled their mouth. It was impossible to speak a coherent language.

 

"Ah," Kant closed his eyes, trying to relieve the throbbing pain.

 

Kel’s beautiful lips happily licked the ice cream cone, completely lost in thought. He lifted his buttocks high, and his outfit, which resembled an apron, began to reveal glimpses with each movement.  Seeing that, Gun slapped him once with a mischievous grin, before squeezing him with intense emotion. A moment later, Kel's slender legs swung up to straddle Gun’s large body in a 69 position, his mouth still covering his hot shaft, his sucking motion directly onto the young model's face.

 

"Mmm," Kel flinched as he realised the other person was pulling his underwear aside.

 

"Ah, yes!" Kant gasped again as the slender tongue continued its relentless work. He watched as Kant moved his head up and down intensely, feeling so aroused that he was about to climax. How could such a small mouth possess so much power?

 

Gun’s sharp face turned back to focus on the roundness he loved to squeeze. Feeling that the panties Kel was wearing were getting in the way, he pulled them down to make it easier to explore the cavity. So incredibly sexy. Smooth, white, and prominently alluring, swaying back and forth as his thick hand caressed the entrance. Kant knew perfectly well why Kel had to do this.

 

"Please stop being angry. Can you forgive me?" The sweet face pulled away and turned back to ask, his lips flushed and smeared with saliva. It further evokes emotions in the viewer.

 

"Is this your way of making amends?" a deep voice asked, before he turned his hand over and inserted his middle finger into Kel's anus. It had been throbbing since the start.

 

"Ah..." a sweet voice shrieked.

 

Gun’s other large hand squeezed Kel's buttocks until red marks appeared, then he pulled his fingers out abruptly and heard another loud cry. Without waiting for his trembling white lips to linger, he quickly buried his face in Kel's folds and began teasing him with his tongue. When his hard tongue touched Kel, he twitched several times and seemed to try to move away, but Kantapong held her slender waist firmly. He was punishing his wife by curling his tongue and thrusting it inside.

 

"Ah, oh... so stimulating," the sweet face shook rapidly. It was too difficult to bend down and continue sucking on the ice cream cone for his husband. He could only use his hand to masturbate. He lowered it until it was fully erect, nodding vigorously and resisting strongly. He wanted to suck it, but he couldn't.

 

After a while, Kant pulled his face away to admire his handiwork. Saliva was wet all over the beautiful crevice. The initially tightly closed area throbbed like a machine, contracting and expanding alternately until a hole was visible. It was quite something. But before they had sex, they had to clear things up first. The young model pulled the smaller figure back around, then sat up as well, glaring intensely as if scolding him. He had to teach this stubborn person a lesson, to make him understand how much worry his actions had caused him. 

 

The sweet face looked back with a guilty expression. Seeing Kant remain silent only increased his fear. His thin lips were tightly pressed together, and silence fell for a while until Kel was the one to look away.

 

"Where did you get that outfit?" The big man scrutinised every part of his wife's body. The dress was so thin that his fair, tempting skin was visible, which was no different from wearing practically nothing at all.

 

"It's a birthday gift from Jess," Kel replied softly, still not daring to look his lover in the face.

 

"Why are you avoiding eye contact?" the stern voice continued. There was no answer, only silence and a small mouth beginning to pout.

 

"Why are you wearing this?" Kantapong continued to question, like a police interrogator, but with the difference that this suspect was dressed provocatively, and the interrogation was conducted in a very intimate manner. At first, his hand was gently touching his soft skin, but now it moved to rest on his beautiful thigh before he pulled the stockings, making a loud "dub-dub" sound.

 

"Ouch!" Kel's fair skin is all scratched up now.

 

"..." Gun could only stare at Kel's face like that.

 

"I want to make amends"—this time there's an answer, but it's a very lighthearted one.

 

"What did you do wrong that you need to beg for forgiveness?"

 

"It was wrong not to ask permission, even though we agreed that I would tell you before going anywhere." The slender figure acknowledged all of his mistakes, especially if the situation were reversed. If the male model had been at fault in this case, Kel would certainly not forgive him easily.

 

"Why didn't you say that on the phone last night? You kept saying you could take care of yourself just fine. I know you're capable, but if you get drunk, you’ll come home."

 

Anyway, last night wasn't at Man's brother's pub, nor was it with Jess's brother, and none of our friends came in any cars."

 

"But in the end, I still have Kant as a friend," the slender figure replied softly, as before.

 

"And what if it's not by chance? If you go alone, and someone offers to clink glasses with you, you'll do it without refusing. You're never cautious when someone offers you a drink. You like it when I'm not with you, don't you?" Kant had noticed this many times. 

 

When they went out together, older and younger acquaintances would often clink glasses with Kel. Especially at Jess's club, there were a lot of people they knew. Sometimes, Kel didn't even recognise them, but he'd clink glasses with them all because he was afraid he'd think he was arrogant.

 

"I don't like it," the guilty party shook his head vigorously.

 

"I don't like you being like this either," Kant continued to glare at him.

 

"I'm never doing it again," Kel said, looking like he was about to cry.

 

"..." The other person didn't speak, only sighed heavily.

 

"Really, you won't sneak out again." Using phrases like this means you're pleading for sympathy to the extreme, blinking his eyes repeatedly. He's very good at evoking sympathy.

 

"..." But Gun remained silent. He wanted to remain strong a little longer so that Kel would know he shouldn't do it.

 

"Can you please not be so harsh?" Kel's voice began to tremble, and tears welled up in his eyes. Kel was always like this whenever Gun was angry.

 

"I'm worried," the model's heart skipped a beat when he saw his beloved wife's tears fall.

 

"Don't make that fierce face, eww," a moan escaped as the sweet face leaned against the muscular chest, causing his pretty curves to rub against his large shaft.

 

"Ah, yes!"

 

"Darling, forgive me, mmm." Without further ado, Kel pressed his buttocks against him more forcefully, his slender arms wrapping tightly around Kant.

 

"Hmm..." The handsome face tilted upwards, his breath becoming hot. Then he flipped his wife over onto his back, positioning his hard penis directly at the narrow entrance. They had sex very often, but Kel's sweet spot remained as tight as ever. He had overheard Kel consulting Jess about maintaining that area, and Jess was quite knowledgeable about it. There must be some product that helps, but Kel is probably hiding it because he's never seen it.

 

"Don't do it again."

 

"No, I won't," the guilty party quickly admitted.

 

"How many times have you secretly taken advantage of me while I was asleep?" he asked in a serious tone. As an actor, you have to play it cool and pretend you're still sulking.

 

"If you don't like it the first time, I won't do it again." But when did Gun say he didn't like it? Waking up feeling aroused is the best thing. Even better if it's from his beloved wife.

 

"Since you're already dressed like that, why don't you do some housework?" he asked, raising his dark eyebrows.

 

"You can do it anytime, but probably not now. Ugh... bring it in," the small figure writhed, pleading for the penis.

 

"No."

 

After Kel refused, he immediately carried his wife, dressed in a maid's outfit, outside, chuckling to himself at his sulky expression. Kel probably thought Gun was going to make him do housework when they were both in a bad mood, but he didn't dare ask anything. 

 

When Kel did something wrong, he liked to be quiet and plead. The large man glanced at a gift box with signs of being opened on the sofa, and next to it, Kel's clothes were scattered everywhere.

 

"Start cleaning up here first. Why is the room so messy?" he ordered sternly before slowly letting the other person stand on their own.

 

"Can't we make love first and then clean up?" a sweet voice murmured. He knew his boyfriend was meticulous and clean, but the situation at the moment… Is this really why he has to clean his room?

 

"Just do it. How many times have I told you I don't like it?" The tall figure snapped again. Looking at the smooth, pale body in front of him, he saw that the thin fabric covered every part, but it's so thin, you can still see the shadow.

 

When Kel's demands were denied, he looked dejected and hung his head, turning back to gather the gift boxes and clothes he had piled up, feeling resentful for having such a bossy husband. And Kel didn't give in at all, even though he felt guilty and apologised, and promised not to do it again. But what could he do but just keep his head down and tidy his things?

 

"Ah! Ugh!" Kel flinched, losing his balance and almost falling. Luckily, he managed to brace himself against the sofa with his arms. Gun had just rushed in and hugged him, and he was about to turn away when Kel looked back, and his eyes widened. The guy behind him thrust his penis in all at once.

 

"Ah"

 

"Hey... uh... mmm..." The sweet face looked up.

 

"Then keep going. Why stop?" Kandapong moved his hips slowly, squeezing and caressing the soft, smooth body, leaving fingerprints—the work he had instructed him to do. That's why I wanted to do this. Those who weren't expecting it turned around slightly, their faces starting to flush.

 

"Oh, it's so thrilling!"

 

The tall man slammed his fully erect manhood into the tight opening with loud thudding sounds, no matter how much Kel stepped with his left foot to reach for the gift box... Kant followed, his hips still working flawlessly. When he stepped back to the right, he was still clinging to the box like a shadow.

 

"Ah, no, I can't... this position... no..." The slender figure shook his head as if to refuse, but the way he arched his back in response to the intense pleasure was a stark contrast.

 

TRUE

"Ah, darling, have you washed the dishes today?"

 

"It's...almost there, but there's one glass... Hmm!" It was the glass he used to drink water from, which he had just put down before embarking on his mission to reconcile with his husband.

 

"Then walk."

 

"Mmm, it's... ah ah ah..." The tall figure followed the person in front even though the connection hadn't been broken yet. They did well because Kel walked very slowly.

 

Each step was a near-fall, as Kant bounced his hips with every stride. Upon reaching his destination, the slender figure reached for the soft sponge, intending to clean the glass.

 

"Mmm, ah," the person behind began thrusting more and more violently, making it impossible for the man to do the housework. His slender arms braced against the kitchen sink, squeezing the soft sponge until it almost fell apart in his hands. His small legs began to tremble as if he could barely stand. A deep groan escaped his lips, sweet and mingled, echoing loudly in the kitchen. Kant moved his hand down, squeezing the round mounds before spreading them apart, revealing his own body as it moved in and out of the soft cavity. It was incredibly arousing. He moved his face closer to Kel's small shoulder and moaned into his ear.

 

"Ah," Gun had intended to give the listener goosebumps.

 

"Mmm...oh...it's going to burst...ah...it's going to burst!" His body trembled with the force of the larger man's thrusts. His small penis rubbed against the counter in front of him, but there was still the thin fabric of this outfit acting as a barrier.

 

"Don't rush. Finish the housework first," Kant annoyed him again. Just as he was about to release his tension, he slowed down. His emotions gradually subsided.

 

"Kant slammed it down so hard. What rhythm was he in while trying to wash the glass? It would have fallen and shattered. Ouch... that hurt!" Kel was complaining, but then he groaned in response, because it had been inserted all the way in again.

 

"Okay, then I'll wash it myself, but you have to keep wiggling your butt backwards repeatedly."

 

"Okay," the shorter person replied before handing over the sponge. The tall man hugged his wife from behind, diligently washing the glass. He finally understood why cleaning just one glass was so difficult. A deep groan escaped his lips as the man in front of him thrust against his penis forcefully and repeatedly. His thick hands quickly scrubbed the glass, his moans echoing loudly. Finally, he rinsed it with plain water. Kel reached out to help, and they ended up washing the troublesome glass together. By the time they finished, one glass had already broken.

 

The slender body was so exhausted that Kant had to carry him back to the sofa, letting him sit on his lap with the hot rod still inside him. Kels’ small back leaned against Gun’s strong chest as he breathed heavily. After a while, he heard a deep voice whisper, asking if he wanted to do it again. The little wife in his maid outfit nodded in reply. Then, the two began making love again, intensely pleasurable and satisfying. In short, he successfully appeased his husband using his maid's outfit.

 

 ***Only 3 more chapters left to go. It feels like I have been translating this book for months. 😅***