As I climbed each step, I secretlydelighted as the lace hem caressed my thighs and panty-covered rear.Before we were halfway up the long staircase, I ...ouldn't help but noticeanother sensation. The sensuous touch of the filmy fabric had had adramatic effect on my adolescent member as well. Growing more tumescentwith each caress, seemingly out of my control, it strained against thelacy confines of my silky panties. This new "problem" did not pass thenotice of the sexily clad maid. Smiling, she. When he finally cum I was shaking, my legs had turned to jelly & I lay there totally in awe of what this virgin of yesterday had just done to me. As I got up & turned round he stood there in front of me his cock was glistening from the lube on it, he leaned forward, kissed me then said in a kind of threatening voice “on your knees” I didn’t realise he had it in him so I did as I was told & dropped down, the musky smell of sweat & his cock which had been inside me was overwhelming, my mouth as. She was used; wet, spent, and very calm as she walked in and kissed me. The taste of her lover was still fresh on her lips. Our morning was a blur; I made love to her with more lust and intensity than ever before. We agreed that this was something to be explored further. I had never felt so in synch with my wife before. It was like being reborn as one… not two separate people.A few weeks later, my wife was invited to an out-of-state fetish fantasy weekend. Her trip was fun and she met. ‘You are over thirty minutes late. Very unprofessional.’ Holly at least had the decency to look ashamed. She looks cute when she’s contrite, Alex thought. It’s annoying. ‘I’m so sorry, sir,’ Holly said. ‘I promise, it won’t happen again.’ Alex frowned. ‘Take care that it doesn’t,’ he said. ‘And don’t call me ‘sir.’ It makes me feel old.’ ‘Sorry, sir,’ Holly said, then immediately blushed when she realized she’d done it again. ‘I mean, sorry, Mr. Grant.’ Irritated that he found her blush to be.