When I came home early to catch my husband's face between our maid's curvy thighs, you’d think I’d be angry. But I wasn’t. I was more turned on than I had ever been before. I couldn’t help but stare. Then she caught me watching.
That didn't stop her, though. She tied me to a chair and had me watch her pleasure my husband in ways I never could. And insulted me while doing it.
Having her take charge — take my husband — should have made me livid. I liked to have things just so. I ...
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When I came home early to catch my husband's face between our maid's curvy thighs, you’d think I’d be angry. But I wasn’t. I was more turned on than I had ever been before. I couldn’t help but stare. Then she caught me watching.
That didn't stop her, though. She tied me to a chair and had me watch her pleasure my husband in ways I never could. And insulted me while doing it.
Having her take charge — take my husband — should have made me livid. I liked to have things just so. I preferred things to be optimized. Efficient. Professional. Even in the bedroom.
Holly, our gorgeous maid, was the exact opposite.
She’s the go-to-work-in-yoga-pants-and-no-bra type of girl.
She’s a sleep-with-her-employer’s-husband kind of girl.
Why was giving her control the best decision I’d ever made?
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