Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Calvin’s gaze shifted off his bare legs that seemed so much longer coming down from the dress and the heels and looked at his girlfriend in the mirror. “Really?!” Calvin saw the lovely woman bite her lower lip and nod before grabbing his wrist and pulling him back closer to the bed. He did his best to follow along with mincing steps and not fall over before she pushed him upon the mattress. She hadn’t waited for any type of thank you, just pulled off her own panties and climbed into bed with her feminized ex-husband.

Moriah wasn’t sure why this turned her on so much, but was loving sitting on Calvin’s face, making him eat her out. “Clara, oh my god Clara, yes just like that! Keep going!” She had cried out at one point feeling him use his tongue just right. She didn’t get off of his face till she had climaxed twice, twice more often than she usually did when having sex with him. It wasn’t that he was too quick, he was selfish, just in it for his own pleasure. Men being selfish in bed wasn't’ a new thing as far as she was concerned, something most women had to deal with she imagined. If he just was open to constructive criticism and direction she thought their love life could be better, but any time she tried to tell him what she liked and didn’t like he took it as an attack on his manhood. Like taking direction would mean he didn’t know how to please her.

When she pulled up his dress and pulled out his hard dick, Moriah changed positions on the bed, her lover still on their back as she rode him. “Mmmm mmm, ahhhh.” The mid-thirties woman looked down at Calvin’s wet face, the makeup on his face completely ruined. “God Clara you feel so good baby, tell me you are loving this Clara!” Calvin heard her voice, it had firmness to it. It was a command, but it was also thick with desire.

“I am loving this, god Moriah yes!” he said, bucking his hips up into his girlfriend, more than happy to be having sex.

Pressing one hand down on his chest she tried to match her man’s rhythm “Tell me your name is Clara and you love being my woman, tell me you love being my sexy maid!”

He would tell her anything so long as she didn’t stop rocking her hips, he didn’t know why this turned her on so much, but he wasn’t going to argue himself out of sex. “Yes! My name is Claraaaaa… I love being your woman, oh god… Oh god… I love being your sexy MAAAAAID!” The two pressed hard into one another as Calvin felt himself stiffen and fill the woman he loved with his cum. Both lay there panting, Moriah atop him both smiling at one another.

“Clara, that was wonderful.” Moriah clung to the man that once was her husband, basking in the afterglow.

Soon after Moriah helped Calvin get cleaned up and dressed in his regular clothes, though she had insisted he continue to wear the thong for the rest of the night and while she helped remove the nail polish from his fingers leaving his toes with the pretty pink polish. Lying in bed that night she thought about how her day had changed rapidly. From just wanting to relax after a day of looking at the books to finding her boyfriend cheating on her and it ending with the two of them fucking, but with him in a maid outfit and wearing the panties and high heels of the escort he had hired. She wasn’t going to let this be a onetime thing, not just because she enjoyed fucking with him, but because she was having a lot of fun tearing him down a few pegs.

‘What the hell was that?’ Cal thought as he lay on his back looking up at the ceiling in the bedroom, just able to make out the spinning fan overhead in the dark. He had gotten away with cheating, well almost cheating on her, but suffering some odd repercussions. The end result of her humping his face while he ate her out before she rode him dry wasn’t how he expected his day to end. He had wanted sex and he had gotten it, but he wasn’t supposed to be the one in the maid outfit.

After a few days passed with Moriah not bringing anything up Calvin thought he had gotten away with his misdeeds. He had almost messaged the escort to apologize, but figured the whore had got what she wanted, his money, so he was going to let that be. One thing that changed, that he didn’t exactly feel secure about was that the maid dress he had girls wear when he fucked them was hanging up in his own closet now, along with the heels Candy had left behind sitting in his shoe rack and the panties had been put away in his dresser drawer along with his boxers after they had been cleaned. While he was happy to put it all behind him, he was surprised his girlfriend hadn’t so much as broached the subject when she had described that night as mind blowing sex. The fact that she hadn’t been in the mood since put a damper on his own mood though.

Cal knew Moriah could go longer without sex than himself, but she wasn’t some prude, so it perplexed him. Thinking about the sex the other night, Cal made a leap that he wasn’t comfortable with, but he had thought she might have awakened a new fetish, so he put on the panties he had inherited from the whore before getting back in bed. “Hey beautiful.” Calvin whispered as he pressed up next to Moriah under the covers, taking her hand to press into his groin. It wasn’t exactly a subtle indicator of what he wanted, but he wasn’t going to stop doing something that worked more than it didn’t.

“OH, what's this?” Moriah asked, cupping her boyfriend's balls through the fabric of the panties that were not designed to contain such things.

“Did you find something you like?” He smiled, nuzzling into her neck before kissing her collarbone.

“Mmm, I think I did. I’m happy my Clara has come to visit. Clara…” she said, dragging out the feminine name. “Do you want to have some fun with me?”

“Ah…” Calvin was loving how she shifted her hand as she cupped his balls, practically massaging them, but he wasn’t so keen on the use of that name being used. “You don’t need to call me that.”

“Don’t be silly Clara. I know what you like and what you want and I’m happy to give it to you my love.”

Calvin wanted to protest once more but didn’t dare once he felt her start to jerk him off through the panties. He had already gone a few days without having someone touch him and he wasn’t about to make her feel ashamed for her little kink when that would mean he didn’t get what he wanted. “Ah, ah, okay.”

Shifting under the covers, Moriah removed her own underwear before pushing her ex-husband onto his back and pulling his erect member free of his panties. “I know what you want girly, you want me to fuck you, to ride you, to ride you hard.” she said holding his cock still and easing herself onto it. “Tell me what your name is girly.”

Feeling his member enter the woman he loved and her hips bucking once, then twice, Calvin would have confessed to ****. “Clara, my name is Clara!” When he went to reach up, putting his hands on her hips he found himself held in place. Moriah’s hands grasped around his wrists and moved them atop the pillow above his head.

“Yeaaaah!” Moriah blinked slowly as she rode her boyfriend, moving at her own pace. “Yeah, you are. Tell me you will be a good girl for me Clara. Te… tell meee.”

Having his hands held down while Moriah was on top was a new experience for Calvin, he often did that to her… and other girls. The switch in power dynamics was lost on him in the moment, only knowing he didn’t particularly like it, but that voice was quieted by his lust and the physical need that only grew with each passing second. “I.. mmm, I will be, be, be a good girl, oh!”

Breathing heavily Moriah started to bounce on the erect cock inside of her. “Tell… me.” Her body shuddered in delight, her words ragged with how she was breathing. “Tell me again, put it… it… all together. Tell me, gah!”

The fact that he was being ridden, instead of the other way around, wasn't lost on Calvin, but right now it didn’t matter. “Clara! My name is Clara! And… and… I will be a good GIRL!” His voice turned into something between a scream and a yell as he felt his ball tighten. Shame started to fill him just as his seed filled her.

“Already? That’s okay.” Moriah said, leaning down and kissing her man on the lips, feeling his scratchy face with his beard starting to come back in. “Tomorrow night I want you to come to bed in something pretty and be nice and smooth for me.” she said letting go of his wrists and running one hand across the scratchy surface of his cheek. “Can’t have my girl growing a beard and pretending to be a man. In fact I have some cream that should slow its growth. Wouldn’t that be nice? Not having to shave every day?”

The sex had been good, Moriah taking control wasn’t even close to a deal breaker for Calvin and after going a few days with nothing, her actually communicating what she wanted for another round helped him deal with the unknown. ‘She definitely has a fetish… maybe I can get her to try on the maid dress for me in turn?’ he pondered, still feeling some unease at being called by the female name and declaring he would be a good girl.

The following night Calvin had gone back and forth more than once between saying screw it, he wasn’t going to demean himself and very much wanting to enjoy the comforts of his girlfriend. She had even sent him a text while they were both at the hotel.

Moriah: Looking forward to tonight <3

In the end his lust made the choice for him, he shaved once more with one of Moriah’s little pink razors and then used the cream she had suggested. Reading the bottle he saw it promised to help create and maintain smooth, supple, healthy skin that any woman will love. Dismissing it as a gimmick he used lotion in the expensive tube as instructed. Slipping on the red thong panties he was going to head out into the living room where he had left Moriah and ask if she was ready for bed. ‘She said to wear something pretty…’ he considered borrowing something from one of her drawers, but dismissed that thought as quickly as it came, the panties were enough. He had been feeding her fetish and he had never really tried to get her into his own, but figured tonight would be a good time to try.

The maid outfit was in his closet, exactly where Moriah had left it, picking it up he held the hanger by two fingers as he made his way out into the living room. Where he found Moriah sitting sideways with her legs up on the couch reading a light novel while the tv was set to the Discovery channel. “Hey babe, I've been thinking since…”

Looking up from her book Moriah could see her cheating boyfriend walking in the room wearing the red thong and holding the maid dress. Soon as he started to speak she tossed her book to the side, wanting to jump on the opportunity that was presenting itself. “Oh my god, Clara, look at you.” she spoke over the mocha skinned man, closing the distance between them quickly before running her hand up his smooth chest and up to his cheek where she wasn’t able to feel even a hint of his stubble. “My pretty girl ready to put on her pretty dress for me.”

Having his girlfriend literally leap at him helped repair some of the damage to his ego, or would have if she hadn’t immediately taken what he held in one hand the wrong way. “No, I was…”

“Now Clara, we talked about this. I am happy to explore things with you, but I’m not going to accept any back talk. You did promise to be a good girl didn’t you?” she said with the same voice she might have used if she wanted to talk down to someone to instill some discipline and make them think.

“Yes, but this dess…” The situation was getting out of control, he felt befuddled and irritated that she kept talking over him.

“Is very nice, yes. Now why don’t you go put on your pretty heels and get into your pretty little dress and I will come by the bedroom in a few seconds to help zip you up and then we can have some fun.”

“Moriah! No!” Calvin said firmly, making his girlfriend detach from him and look hurt.

“If you don’t want to have sex with me…” The thirty five year old woman said, touching her hand to her chest like she was wounded.

“Shit.” Calvin let out a long breath. “No, I do, I mean I really do.”

Before he could continue the sentence Moriah nodded, pretending to be confused. “You do? Does that mean you will go change like I asked?”

Pressing his lips together in a hard line Calvin looked at the woman he loved and then the dress he held in his hands. He had imagined her in the maid outfit and bending her over the bed to fuck her from behind, but it didn’t look like that was in the cards for the night. He wanted to tell her no, but he had snapped at her in anger and he feared that could lead to a dry spell between the two. ‘I’m fucking pussy whipped.’ he thought, feeling a bit disgusted with himself as he nodded. “Yeah, I can do that for you.”

“Aww.” Moriah reached out to take her boyfriend’s free hand in her own. “Clara, I know this is hard on you, but remember I’m on your side. Now get that cute butt of yours in gear and I will be along shortly.”

“Yeah, ahh, okay.” Cal agreed and started to walk away, maid outfit in hand, stopping after just a few steps. ‘I can’t do this!’

Tucking some of her hair behind her ear Moriah glowered at the back of the man that she had once married and then stupidly agreed to not only start dating him again, but let him move back into her home. “I was thinking about starting tonight off with my head under your skirts and giving you a blow job. What do you think?”

‘I can do this, it isn’t really that big of a deal.’ he thought, now getting back in motion to head to their shared bedroom. “Sounds great!”

Watching him move with a purpose, the back of the thong firmly between his ass cheeks, Moriah collapsed on the couch. Picking up her book she had tossed she held it in her lap. Fucking with him was fun and she felt like she was getting more out of their sex life this way, but Moriah wasn’t without guilt. “He deserves to have his balls cut off.” she whispered to herself. While thinking about how long she should let this farce go on before she kicked him to the curb. After their divorce things had been incredibly awkward around the hotel and some of their long term employees had definitely taken sides. She didn’t understand how people could take his side in the conflict at all, she was the wounded party, but she couldn’t afford to just fire people because they took his side, that would cause a war and kill the hotel. In the same vein she couldn’t afford to buy out his stake in the hotel either. Her best option was to play nice, or nice-ish till the buyout happened. Then the two of them could go their separate ways… ‘That is if the deal even goes through with us not being able to find who is embezzling.’