"Can I borrow your uniform, Blanche?"

"Thank you Blanche", you tell the maid as you step out of the small room, and suddenly feel incredibly guilty. What was this talk about leaving about? You remember that part. You remember you told him that you wanted to leave. But why?

You can't recall.

"Nice fragrance", you tell Blanche, smiling. The French housemaid smiles back at you. "Thank you, Madame. C'est une fragrance rose. Wizz a special somessing." Then she lowers her voice to a whisper: "Makes a man a veeeery good lover." She giggles. You giggle.

But will Dave even want to make love to you, after you behaved so bitchy ans stubborn? Why, why did you do that?

You make a decision.

"Blanche, can I borrow your uniform?", you ask. The girl looks at you, astonished.

"Just... just this once. I think there is something I need to do", you say. Blanche hesitates, but then nods and slowly starts to undress. She slips out of her maid's uniform and places the different parts on the kitchen table.

"'ere, let me 'elp you, Madame", she says then, as she stands in front of you, just in her underwear - which, as you can see, looks quite expensive and very elegant. The girl is dressed in finest clothes up to her lingerie. You accept her offer, and she dresses you with experience and ease. The stockings, the dress, the bonnet. The fabric clings to your body, rustles softly, and feels arousing in its own sensual way.

"Madame, if you 'ave troubles wizz your 'husband, I can 'elp you", says Blanche. "I can train you 'ow to please a man - or I can fulfill duties you don't want to fulfill." You think about this as you smoothe the uniform, but then shake your head. "Thank you, Blanche, but this is something I need to do myself."

"As you wish, Madame."

You step into the living room, and find your husband standing at the big window. As you walk towards him, you feel more aroused with every step. As if wearing the maid's uniform somehow makes you horny. More than you ever felt before. A soft moan escapes your lips. Dave turns around.

"It's me! Your horny, little maid!", you say. Your voice feels heavy and you can't help another moan.

Dave frowns, confused at your sight and your behaviour.

"I am sorry, Dave", you moan. God, how you need sex right now. You are really, really needy... "I am sorry for how I behaved earlier. Please! Please, let me make it up to you!"

You drop to your knees, your maid's uniform rustling softly, and reach for Dave's pants, nestling with the zipper, your hand trembling with desire. Dave still does not seem to know what to make of this. You grab his dick, pull it out, and open your lips. One last glance upwards to Dave, before you stick out your tongue and start licking him. Dave groans, and you feel his dick twitch in your hand. You giggle and concentrate on licking up and down his shaft. It gets hard and big almost instantly, which elicits another giggle from you, and a soft humming sound as you open your mouth wrap your lips around his cock and start sucking him.

Dave moans and sighs, while you give him the perfect blowjob. Your left hand tickles and strokes his balls, while your right hand wanders down to your nether lips, massaging your clit. Your head continues to bob back and forth, you try to take him in as deep as possible. You remember dimly that you never really liked blowjobs before, and that you most certainly never in your life have been given a deep throat, but right now, this memory seems totally wrong, as if it belongs to somebody else. Why on earth would one not enjoy a good deep throating blowjob? Isn't this one of the best things you can think of? The sounds Dave makes, the look of his hard and erect cock, the feeling of taking him all inside deep you, how he penetrates your throat... It's a perfect combination!

You gag a bit, and let Dave's cock out to gasp for air. Tendrils of precum trail from his head to your mouth, connecting you like ephemeral spider webs. You blink and swallow and become aware that you have tears in your eyes, probably ruining your make up, but you just smile at Dave, hungry for more, and wrap your lips around his shaft once more.

You continue to suck, until you need another gasp of air and let go once more, gagging. More tendrils. His precum mixed with your saliva. You look up at Dave, lust in your eyes.

"Give me your cum!", you beg. "Look at me, I am your horny, little maid! Give me your cum! Please. Let me be your fuck maid!" Both your hands grab around his shaft and you start massaging him. One hand occasionally wandering to his balls, exploring the whole lenght of his cock, touching him everywhere. You look up at him, mouth open and stick your tongue out.

"Please, Dave!", you moan.

Dave's eyes are losing focus. He grunts. You hungrily grab with your lips once more around his cock and try to take Dave deep inside your throat. Then you feel his cock quiver and twitch inside your mouth. The feeling how Dave explodes in the warm, wet depths of your throat is one of the most intense you have ever experienced. You gag and hum and moan at the same time, and the sensation is enough to send you over the edge and reward you with the most incredible climax... a climax you did not think was possible at all - triggered mostly by the feeling of Dave cumming inside your mouth. You suck and swallow every bit, before you finally let go, drop back, gasping, panting, staring up at him, amazed and happy. Your lips feel sticky, and you lick around with your tongue to clean them.

That's the moment when you realize that Blanche has followed you into the living room, standing on one side next to the door, dressed only in her lingerie and nodding approvingly at your performance.