Blanche

"Mmmmmh! I juuuste love to suck your cock!", you hear the voice of your housemaid through the door, slightly ajar. "Look 'ow strong you are, Sir!"

Your eyes widen and your heartbeat skips a beat. You feel frozen to your place, but finally take heart and step forward, on your toes, to peep past the slightly open door.

Dave stands in front of your marriage bed, with Blanche kneeling before him. The French maid is wearing her full maid's uniform, while your husband is naked below the waistline. The young woman has her red lips tight around Dave's member, sucking and slurping happily away. Dave stares up at the ceiling, groaning and moaning.

Blanche lets go of your husband's erection with a last sensual slurp and grips the hard, glistening dick with her right hand. "My, my, Sir!", she cooes. "Are you ready to shoote your load one mor' time into my face?" She starts rubbing your husband's dick and his reaction is some guttural groaning and grunting.

"Or... Sir? Do you finally 'ave mery and give your maid sse good fucking she deserves?" Blanche withdraws her hand, and stands up, gracefully, in one swift motion. She walks sensually to the end of the bed, lifts her skirts and bends over the footboard. Apart from a sexy and quite expensive looking garter belt in black lace, she's not wearing anything, presenting her bare backside to the world - or rather: your husband.

"Please, Sir, fuck me!", she purrs in her French accent. "Look 'ow wet I am! You 'orny little maid needs a good fuck! Or you can fuck my ass, of course, if you want me more tight? Just do me!"

Dave starts to move toward the young woman, coming towards you. His erection still hard, sweat on his front. His eyes glazed with desire.