Maja wants to see

"Yes," Maja revealed, almost silently.

"Sara, sit down at the table." Sigvard ordered.

The girl walked over to the desk and sat on its edge.

"Like this, sir?" she queried.

"Good. Now, pull up your dress."

The maid blushed deeper still, but obediently parted her legs as she pulled up the hem of her dress. Her smooth, wet snatch exposed itself to the Karlsson couple. Maja caught her breath: her gaze was fixed on the glistening, hairless pussy.

"Caress yourself, Sara."

The young, fair-haired girl ran her fingers between her legs. With gentle movements she moved a finger up and down the slightly parted slit.

"Do you want to feel?" the farmer asked his wife.

Maja was shocked, as much by her husband’s indecent offer than by the warmth that now spread from her own crotch. She hadn’t masturbated since she had left Stockholm by carriage seven days ago, instead preserving herself for the passionate embrace she thought she would share with her husband on her return. By now, she hadn’t had an orgasm for a week nor proper sex for months… While this lewd demonstration was not at all what she had expected, it set ablaze her own pent-up lust, overwhelming all of her doubts and thoughts of proper behavior. She now really wanted to touch and be touched.

Stretching out her hand as if in a trance, Maja gently stroked the wet surface of the young pussy. She moved a finger along the pink lips, her eyes widening as Sara let out a soft moan. The tip of Maja’s finger became wet while the maid squirmed in pleasure as another woman touched her most sacred part for the first time, her eyes turning glassy.

"What are we doing?" Maja whispered as she raised her finger to Sigvard, who took it in his mouth and licked the juices.

"We are discovering what we had been missing before, darling," he said.

His hand slid down over his wife's back, toward her waist and hips. He squeezed her ass through the delicate dress’ fabric.

"Keep touching her," he demanded.

Maja's hand returned to Sara, who raised her pussy to meet the older woman’s fingers. Sigvard slid behind his wife and slowly pulled up the hem of her dress, baring her legs and lace covered buttocks, as she stood leaning between the girl’s thighs. He pulled her underwear down her waist and dropped it to the floor, allowing him to caress her pubic mound roughly yet lovingly.

"I bet you’d like to be shaved there, just like her, wouldn’t you," he declared to his wife.

"Maybe, I… Oh…" Maja mumbled as her husband delicately parted her wet labia, at the same time she was playing with Sara’s.

Sigvard gently pushed on her shoulders, having her bend further towards the table. He then unbuttoned his own pants, freeing his screaming cock from its prison, and pushed his throbbing tip against his wife’s swelling mouse. She was now as horny as the younger girl, as her wetness clearly showed.

"Keep it up, honey," said Sigvard. "I'm going to fuck you now."

"Yes, please", she whispered and sighed as he buried himself to the root inside her with a single deep thrust.

She anchored her hands against Sara's slender thighs as her husband began to fuck her hard. He freed one of her breasts from the tight-fitting dress and massaged it while thrusting harder and harder into his wife's hot pussy. Sara watched with wide eyes as they fucked just inches from her face.

"Caress yourself, slut!" Sigvard ordered.

Sara began to rub her slit, her legs spread wide, while Maya's face rocked inches from the parted, glistening folds.

"Now spank your pussy!" he continued.

The maid obeyed immediately. A splashing smack sounded as her palm slammed between her legs. Maja fixed her gaze on the young creature in front of her, unexpectedly enjoying the latter’s pained expressions when she punished her own sex especially hard. Yes, suffering was right and very much deserved for the insolent minx who had dared seduce her wonderful Sigvard. Getting carried away in a mix of jealousy, horniness and pleasure, the older woman repositioned herself and extended her right hand to harshly squeeze the servant’s left nipple, pulling as strongly as she could. Sara squealed and her eyes opened wide, locking with Maja’s, who let go of her grip just to slap the girl’s face, hard.

"You little whore!" growled Maja between soft sighs elicited by Sigvard’s thrusting. "You thought you… Ah… Could get away with… Uh… Fucking my husband… Aah… But I’ll make you pay!"

Still holding her burning cheek, the servant shook her head and blinked to hold back tears, her face now showing a bit of fear.

"No, please, Mrs. Karlsson, I couldn’t help it…" she blurted out quickly in a piteous voice. "I’m so, so sorry, I just want to be a good girl, please don’t be angry with me!"

For God’s sake, why was she so cute? Maja still felt angry and wanted to keep hurting the impudent harlot, but at the same time she couldn’t help but be mollified by her adorable face and her servile eyes. So that was why her husband fell for her... Wanting to punish her one last time, Maja brutally pinched the maid’s hood and clitoris, making the girl scream and jump in pain.

"Darling, don’t – " began Sigvard in a stern voice.

"Shut up!" interrupted his wife. "You… Aah… You had your fun with her… Ah… Now let me have mine!

At that, the farmer chuckled and said no more. By now Maja was breathing hard, feeling herself getting somewhat close from the deep pounding her husband was giving her, even if he wasn’t directly stimulating her own clit; it wouldn’t be that long until she came if they kept up that pace. And she didn’t want to lose control and start loudly moaning in the maid’s face… Unless the girl was doing the same.

Without any warning, Maja inserted her index and middle fingers in Sara’s vagina, finding it wet and burning; evidently the servant had not disliked being pinched and slapped. The older woman stroked upwards with her fingers inside the girl, while her thumb started to play with the maid’s firm and swollen nub in sideways and round motions. This immediately prompted renewed moans from the young thing.

Maja had never touched a woman in this manner before. And certainly, she didn’t quite feel the same attraction towards her than she did for men like her husband. But Sara’s youth had an undeniable appeal. With her pretty eyes getting lost in a haze of pleasure, the tiny beads of sweat appearing on her forehead, her mouth's pink and glistening lips slightly parted to let out her sighs, and her smooth cheeks getting increasingly flushed like her chest, the maid was just so full of life and freshness.

While staying bent forward to keep getting wonderfully fucked from behind, Maja arched her back as much as she could to bring her face level with Sara’s, feeling the latter’s hot breath on her own lips. She lifted her left hand off her table and strongly grabbed the servant’s firm right breast and used it to pull herself up and keep her balance. The heavy downward traction this exerted on the breast would probably hurt, but it wasn’t like the girl didn’t enjoy a bit of pain anyway. The maid simultaneously used her own arms to encircle the older woman’s chest, helping prop her up and keeping her close, completing their embrace and bringing their mouths together.

Maja ardently kissed Sara’s soft lips, up and down and up again, and she quickly wanted more. She briefly darted her tongue in the girl’s mouth, feeling and exploring and enjoying, and did so several times; on her third pass, Sara’s tongue was there to meet hers, and both intertwined. This intimate contact sent a shiver down the older woman’s spine, just as pleasure welled up from Sivgard’s shaft reaching deep in her own wetness. With all of this she was getting really close, but she wasn’t the only one; throughout it all, Maja had never stopped vigorously caressing the maid’s pussy and clit and now the latter’s moans, while muffled by their kiss, were becoming increasingly fast, loud and high-pitched.

"Keep going," grumbled Sigvard, who was himself apparently closing on his climax.

And so they all kept going, but not for long; Sara’s body soon started shaking forcefully and she broke their kiss to cry out in ecstasy, breathing in hard between her loud moans. Sigvard had also started using his free hand to pinch and play with his wife’s clit, which quickly made her orgasm as well. Maja felt the pleasure overwhelm her and couldn’t stop herself from becoming just as noisy as the girl. Her vagina squeezed her husband’s cock just as her back and legs turned weak; she half collapsed on Sara’s thighs, trembling and moaning, unable to bear her own weight.

The rhythmic clenching of his wife’s pussy was enough to drag Sigvard too over the finish line. Maja felt him pull out and squirt his semen all over her buttocks. After a few moments, the delicious sensations started ebbing away like the tide of a beautiful sea; the older woman regained her composure and stood up, still a bit wobbly.

"My God," she mumbled.

That had been intense. Maja’s back hurt a little from being arched so much, and her own rough fingering had left a tired, dull ache in her right hand. She could also see the imprint of her left digits on the girl’s breast, showing just how hard she had grabbed it.

"Slut, clean us," ordered Sigvard.

Sara stepped down from the table and knelt in front of Sigvard. She took his cock in her mouth, cleaning it with her tongue and lips. Then she turned to his wife’s buttocks, and without further ado she slowly licked the semen off them. Maja remained still as the young maid cleaned her, contemplating what had just happened.

Now that her own desire and excitement were dying down, the older woman was feeling increasingly upset. Though she knew it had happened in theory, she did not at all enjoy seeing the little minx so casually suck her beloved Sigvard’s cock. In fact, Maja now realized just how unfair and manipulative her husband had been with her: he had made an unreasonable scene about her innocent flirting during her trip to guilt her into forgiving too easily his own scandalous behaviour, which was even more serious than she had initially thought. And he had used the lust she had faithfully preserved by staging their servant’s lewd demonstration, to get her to partake in their sinful affair.

Of course, she had enjoyed fucking Sara, that was undeniable. But did that necessarily mean she had to accept sharing her husband so completely with the maid? She had touched the servant’s slit at Sigvard’s behest and encouragement, but he had Sara blowing him without asking for her permission. Shouldn’t he have made sure that she, his own wife, agreed to it? Once again, emotions conflicted within Maja. On the one hand, she felt manipulated and cheated; on the other, maybe she was just being overly jealous and overthinking this...