The Maid

He'd never had the freedom to do this, but now that it was an option, he might as well try. He intercepted her just as she was about to leave the lavish mansion that now belonged solely to Antoine and Elizabeth.

"Consuela?" Douglas asked, seeing her loading her supplies into her twenty year old Camry.

"Mister L?" Consuela said. "Hi! It's been a long time."

She was 57, almost twice Douglas's age. She had large breasts, a large ass, a thick waist and tummy -- she was stoutly built all over. She was unmarried, and had a single daughter and two grandchildren. And Douglas had always wanted to fuck her, for reasons he couldn't explain.

"It has, I was just in the neighborhood and saw your car. You know, back at my place, I have a bottle of tequila ... the good stuff." Consuela's eyes lit up.

***

"I'm so sorry about you and Mrs. J, Mister L," Consuela said, tipping back the shot of tequila.

"Yeah, me too. How's she doing?" Douglas asked. He didn't get too much intel on her anymore.

"Honestly ... the best she's ever done. I've never seen her so happy. Mister J treats the kids so well. Mrs. J just had Antoine Jr., and they are both over the moon." Douglas nodded soberly. It was hard to hear, but it was what he'd wanted. Just as he'd wanted.

They continued to drink for half an hour, before Douglas finally took had the liquid courage to kiss her, mashing his lips against hers, his tongue pushing in and probing her mouth. She melted into it, before finally trying to form some sort of resolve.

"Mister L ... we shouldn't," she protested feebly.

"Nonsense. Faith and I are in an open marriage. You're single. I want this, you want this," Douglas said firmly.

"Oh ... Mister L ..." he hushed her protests with another kiss, unbuttoning her maid's outfit to expose her large breasts, capped with large brown nipples. He nursed them, looking into her eyes, and reached down. She was wearing granny panties, which he tugged down, exposing a very hairy Mexican pussy. He reached down, toying with her thick clit.

"Oh ... oh," she said. It'd been far too long since a man had touched her in that fashion.

She fumbled with his cock, tugging on it with her rough, blue-collar hands, while Douglas went down on her, lubricating the wild, untamed pussy that hadn't seen action in ages. After a few minutes, he was satisfied, lapping at her thick thighs, pushing his tongue into her asscrack, exploring as much as he could in so short a time. And knowing he wouldn't last long, he mounted the grandmother of two, his small cock looking tinier between the thick brown lips.

"Oh Mister L ... so long ..." Consuela mewled. He pushed in, fucking her for a few minutes, then dumping a huge load of cum into her pussy. He kissed her, not sure why he felt so horny in this moment.

"Faith is over at her sister's tonight, I think. Why don't you stay over. I'll last longer next time."