Free Use 7: Taking The Maid Behind My Wife's Back
Nikita Storm
Casa editrice: Nikita Storm
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My 7-months-pregnant wife decided that she needed a maid. After much searching and price haggling, she finally found a Guatemalan lady who didn't speak a lick of English, but was cheap and a dervish around the house. Not only that, she was one fine looker. Long, dark hair, deep-brown eyes, long legs and a very stacked bosom. She was always happy and smiling. Couldn't have been more than 20. Felt a bit sorry for her, but hopefully our pay would help her out. A week after we got her, I got a call from a good friend of ours - the one who set us up with the lady in the first place. "Hey, Richard, have you tried her out yet? You know what they say about them Guatemalan women, heh." I looked at the phone like he'd lost his God-damn mind. "Mark, what the fuck are you talking about? Are you drunk again?" "Si, señor, but that's not why I called." There was a long pause on the line. I just about hung up when he spilled the secret - in hushed tones. "Maria...she comes from a...uh...small town. A free-use town." He said it like he was telling me the biggest secret in the universe. Surely, he'd gone mad. "Do I dare ask what the hell a free-use town is?" His voice grew even lower, to the point where I had to push the phone to my ears just to hear him. "It's a town where all the women are expected to service all the men. Anytime. Anywhere." I tried to speak, but couldn't. Was he putting me on? "Service them, like...how? Give them a handjob?" "Si, señor, but also more than that. It's their sacred duty to take any man who wants them without word or complaint. Look, I swore your wife to secrecy, but at 7 months, I'm pretty sure you're not getting any. Listen, try it out. Just come up behind her and start touching her. Do what you feel. It's like that old military policy, Don't Ask, Don't Tell. Just do it. She'll let you." My friend hung up and I sat there for several moments staring at a blank phone. What the fuck was all this? Some kind of purity test by my wife? Surely not, she wouldn't do this. I tried to brush Mark's words aside and fall asleep, but I found I couldn't. Outside of my wife, Maria was the hottest lady I knew. There were multiple times I caught myself just watching her work in her skimpy maid's uniform - my wife, for some reason, insisted that she wear the traditional French Maid one. Left very little to the imagination and my cock throbbed every time I saw her in it - which, since I worked at home, was often. "I'm going to lay down for a bit, honey. Can you wake me in a couple hours?" My wife yawned and stretched and waddled to the bedroom. "Hola, Mr. Stevens..." Maria whipped around the corner, pushing a broom. She looked sexier than ever and my cock squirmed in my pants. "Hey, Maria." I waved.
Disponibile da: 28/01/2022.
