| Straight: Infidelity: A Maid Made (1/3) |
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30 years…30 damn barren years I was married for social position to Edna. And didn’t she know it. 30 years and no children, but lots of meetings with the social clubs, charity organizers, and the annual debutante cotillion. Whoopee. Today our maid (sorry, domestic worker) quit, and Edna that said for once, I could/should/must handle it myself. She was going out! The 1st candidate looked like Nurse Diesel (from an old Mel Brooks film); I said we’d think about it! The next was a nice black lady, a matron; I told her I’d call her back too. Finally, there arrived Chita; a young Hispanic mother, she was about 5 foot two at most, with a complexion exactly like the suntan that all “norte americanos”(pale American women) work so hard to get all summer. Her breasts had that gorgeous size and shape that only nature provides when nursing; she had recovered her figure since the baby’s birth some 12 months previous; she wasn’t slender by today’s standards (thank God) but had a nice small waist, a nice behind (baby got back?), and perfect legs like any number of Latina Broadway stars you may have seen in “West Side Story”. She had a year old toddler in her arms. I was about to let her go and choose from all three when she said she just HAD to take a moment and feed her chico (little boy) and would I mind. I said no, expecting to see the usual Gerber’s jar, etc. Instead, she undid her blouse and, asking if it was REALLY OK (I kinda stuttered yes, now fully mesmerized), she unloosed a perfect breast, complete with brown nursing nipple and that telltale sexy light blue/green veining on a real (nursing) breast. As she put the big nipple in the little mouth and I heard that telltale sucking, I was thunderstruck and turned on. All of a sudden, all of those 30 barren years could be felt, and my cock was finally coming out of a too long slumber. Chita told me her boyfriend had dumped her a year ago when the baby was born and she has had to struggle since then. I told her that that struggle was over, that she was home now! She was so thrilled that she hugged me, while still suckling her babe. As if mesmerized, the hug (after gently putting the babe on the couch) turned into a tight embrace, a sizzling kiss, and, much to my relief, an opportunity to sample the dairy bill of fare. Careful to not “Bogart” her nipples, I did sample the wondrous white gold and was smitten. I would have done more, but my “better half” Edna chose that moment to come to the door, sporting her usual solar system of orbiting packages from the mall. Thank goodness it was mostly her money she was spending. What began that day was an oddly unbalanced triangular relationship. My surly wife Edna, as usual, instantly intimidated and alienated the staff, in this case the comely Chita. On the other hand, when Edna was away (sleeping or shopping or socializing, which was 99% of the time), I was reassuring Chita. Reassuring? Hell, it took one week before I was flatout fucking her! I must confess that it seemed all the sweeter, naughtier, more forbidden if you will, when I “did” her in her own modest servant’s quarters which were in (not near) the garage. But, doing it on a little couch/ bed was rough. I told my wife that the same bum that knocked |
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