[S] You shall find Inal while she peeps on you and your wife

One night a week, you and Maggie always shared a bed. It was not the only night. But it was always at least that night. Dinner, gentle conversation, wine. Your father had always held such a habit, and you found earlier in your marriage, it helped you and Maggie move on from mere betrothed to loving partners. But this regularity had its own issues. For nearly a year now, while you enjoyed your wife, Inal had developed a habit of peeping and listening in on your coupling. You had never mentioned it, but Maggie had noticed too, leading to your couplings get quieter and more subdued. You had once moved to catch her in it, but Maggie grasped your arm, eyes pleading for you to leave it there. And while the next few weeks had been quiet. Eventually you could hear her again. She was quieter now. But her heavy breath gave her away to you. Maggie refused to acknowledge it.

When you sit and think about it, you believe Inal has no outlet for her womanly desires. Such a dedicated maid to Maggie, she had no recourse to know satisfaction. While the gossip of your house didn't always reach your ears, you were certain enough from gossip that she wasn't completely inexperienced or without charms from her younger years, since you've taken the house and she took the role as Maggie's maid, she's had little by in the way of romance. Perhaps that was why she spied on her master's love making. Seeing the pleasure of her master as her own. You scowled. You should know better than to assume you can understand the mind of a woman so well. But you knew enough to not entirely discard the notion either.
And so you planned your evening, and the trap for Inal. Your date night with Maggie went as planned. Eating at a new feasting hall, and filling on sweetened meats. You allow yourself to forget your schemes temporarily, she may not even peek tonight, and enjoy your late hours with Maggie. However the door is left slightly ajar, to tempt your voyeur into your trap. You felt compelled to ask of the books she had been reading, enjoying the peek into a world of writing, that while you don't enjoy, your wife and others do. And through that, enjoying trying to understand her a bit better. As you speak, you get comfortable with one another, joining her in the cushions. Entwining fingers, rubbing the stress of the day from her shoulders. She gets a bit distracted as your press out her knots, letting her demure airs drops as she makes a pleased groan. She relaxes. This routine had been played before. Not last week, but regularly. She enjoyed the massage, and so put up with your repetition. You work her back, radiating out lines of pressure from her spine. You kiss her nape before you move to her chase out the soreness in her thighs. At this point she is fully relaxed and in your hands, leaking approving groans intermittently.
Smiling to yourself, you hear the tell-tale creak of Inal's approach by your door. This was fine. You wanted Inal worked up. You sink your finger's deeper into Maggie's yielding muscle, wringing another erotic groan from her. You straddle her and work your way back up body, peeling her clothes from her. Letting your manhood harden in crevice of her buttocks. Maggie arches her back into your touch. You lean forward, and feel the heat that radiates from her willowy body sink into you, and you slip your hands around a capture a breast. You kiss her nape again, and let your lips hover above the spot, spilling your lustful hot breath against Maggie's neck. She trills approvingly, tilting her head to offer more of her neck to your lips. You take her offer, dancing your teeth against her tender skin, as you begin to grind into her pelvis. Distantly, you sense Inal watching from the doorway, too dark to tell for sure though. The thrill of giving her a show, you decide to push Maggie a bit further before reaching the main event. One hand teases around her nipple, pressed between her weight and cushions. Your other hand drifts down her side, and slips between her thighs, finding the tender nub of flesh there. Maggie's reaction is immediate, as her breath deepens and you feel her tense beneath you. Gone is your stately wife, and here now, is ready mate.
She doesn't let you tease her for long, she casts a quick glance at the doorway, before pushing herself up to face you, opening her legs to rest to either side of you. She doesn't need to say anything. You strip her of her remaining clothes and press your root into her wetness with practiced grace, and gently begin to rock. Her slick cove gripped you tightly, as if to finish this quickly. Inspired, you try something different, and support your weight with only one hand, and let your other find her sensitive nub again, stimulating it with the motion of thrusts. Maggie chokes back a loud moan with a playful smile. You return her smile, and lean in to kiss her, thrusting into her the whole while. Maggie's heels find your back, inviting you deeper into her, this lasts a minute before she begins to convulse as spasms of pleasure overcame her. Her kiss upon your collar becomes a controlled pressing of teeth. You try to hold back, and push her through it, but her excitement overtakes you, and you join her before her shivers end, gasping your own pleasures into Maggie's lustrous hair. You catch yourself before our rhythms pull you back into her arms. It takes a true **** of will but you start to pull yourself away.
You give her a passionate parting kiss, and make a quick departure, feigning a need for the restroom. Shutting the door fully behind you.
You catch Inal hallway, trying to stifle her heavy breathing with her hand between her legs. She looks at you with a mix of need, surprise, and shame. She stares as you retrieve the stone carnality card from where you hid it in the hallway. Her eyes widen, confusion taking her expression, before shame resurge. She nods with wide bewildered eyes. You lower to yourself to sit beside her, sliding your hands, still smelling of Maggie's ardor between her legs, she widens her stance to permit you more access. You work broadly, acquainting yourself with her as she opens to you, leaning her weight as she lets you guide her to completion. The position is awkward, but you slip your other arm behind her back and mesh your fingers into her hair, holding her head in place so you can whisper encouragement into her ear.
"Is this what you wanted Inal? Your master to please you like he pleases his wife?"
"No..." Inal groans, placing an encouraging hand on yours, guiding you to finger her slit. The pleading in her voice would have gotten you hard if you hadn't just expent yourself. Shes already thoroughly wet and aroused, and you can tell she won't last long.
"Does it feel good?" you whisper hotly into her ear.
Her only response is lust-drunken pants, barely contained to keep from alerting anyone. You find a comfortable rhythm in your fingering, you take a moment to appreciate how thoroughly she's given herself to you in this moment. Eyes half-lidded in bliss. You feel the tremors start in her taut belly. You whisper a final encouragements to her.
"Cum for me Inal. Cum on your master's fingers." You feel her start to flutter around you, her hand against yours grows weak, and she curls up slightly. "Please Inal" You whisper like spell, hot into her ear, as the floodgates open. She finds her strength and closes her legs trapping your hand in her as she clenches and unclenches arrhythmically. You drink in her display of pleasure, watching as her face crunches up into a mask of overwhelming sensation, and her eyes roll up. A grunt, deep and surprising escapes her throat. But the peak doesn't last, and the waves of twitching start to become more spaced out, and she releases your hand from her thighs, letting you extricate your dewy fingers from her. She touches your face, almost thankful look on her face. You let her breath a few breathes.
"I don't want to see you peeping on us again Inal."
Inal nods.
You leave her a mess in the hall and carry on the clean yourself of her scent before you return to cushions with Maggie, whom is already half-asleep. "Perhaps you should use the bathroom first next time." She muses. You don't laugh.