A perfectly timed maid

You knew the uniform was arriving on Monday, so you could barely concentrate on work the whole day. You left work slightly early, but you were surprised to see Marcus's car there. He'd been working a lot of overtime lately at your suggestion. Would this cause a complication?

As soon as you opened the door, he greeted you with a huge smile. "Dustin! You're here! Now we can finally start the celebration!" He grabbed a bottle of campaign and uncorked it with a loud pop.

"Uh, sure. What are we celebrating?" You looked around, but you didn't see Jennifer.

"I got a promotion! It's a nice one, too. Big raise!"

"Oh, that's great! Congratulations, buddy! So, what did Jennifer think?"

"She was really happy!" said Marcus as he poured three glasses. "I told her right before you got here. She told me that she was ecstatic, and that it was perfectly timed with what she wanted to tell me. Then she went into the bedroom to get something. She said it was a sur-"

Marcus didn't finish the word "surprise" because he lost the ability to speak at the same time that you did. Jennifer opened the door and walked out in the most amazing French Maid uniform. It had everything, the poofy shoulders, the lacy apron, and miles and miles of skin. Her long legs were barely concealed by the short skirt, and her breasts were as on display as they could possibly be. They were huge, and they were amazing.

Jennifer walked up to Marcus, put her arms around him, and looked down into his eyes. With the high heals of the uniform, she was much taller than him. She looked at him longingly and said, "Baby, I love taking care of you and Dustin. It's my dream to quit my terrible assistant job at the vet and be a full time housewife. Can I do that? Please?"

He looked completely overwhelmed. Then he looked at you. You didn't even have to say anything, you'd ordered him to trust you so many times that just a nod of your head was all it took to make him look back at his wife and say, "Absolutely! If that makes you happy, it makes me happy!"

She squealed, and they kissed.

He got her that night, obviously, but the next day he went back to working late every day. So after work on Tuesday, you had plenty of time to enjoy your new maid. She was actually much more docile and servile than before, fully playing into the submissive maid fantasy.

You decided to see how far you could push it. "Hey, Jennifer. How about a foot massage."

"Of course, Dustin!" She dropped to her knees in front of you, and you leaned back on the couch while she lovingly took off your shoe. From this angle, it was very easy to look down her top at her amazing breasts.

"Actually, when your husband isn't around, why don't you call me "sir" like a good, little maid?"

"Yes, sir," she said demurely, but eagerly. It really seemed like she was breathing hard.

"I can tell this is a turn-on for you," you said, making sure to phrase everything like a command. "Being a devoted maid is a hot fantasy for you. You really want me to be your master. You've been fantasizing about this for awhile, haven't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"You want me so bad you're wet right now. Isn't that right?"

She closed her eyes and took a deep breathe, then, without stopping your foot massage, she opened her eyes and looked at you longingly. "Yes, sir. I want you so much! Please don't tell my husband!"

"Oh, don't worry. Neither of us is going to tell him anything. We're going to have a sick, twisted little affair right under his nose, and that is going to be so hot!"

She adjusted her cute glasses, which were almost steaming up. She looked so hot in her little maid outfit. You were ready to take her right then.