He walked us away from Marcus and held me closer and closer. My breasts were against his chest and I felt our warmth mixing together. He slid his hand... down on my hips and gently controlled their movement. I played the game and pushed back into his hands exaggerating the sensual swaying. After less than a song he asked me with a strong African accent if I wanted to go outside with him for a while. I shook my head and said it was too soon. He danced another song before asking me again. His. She smiles and leans back against me, face flushed witharousal, smiling contently. Some of the hormones and exotic biochemicals releasedby our growing child act to strengthen the mother for the labor ahead. Evennow she looks ten years younger than she did before. Still there is melancholyin her eyes because she knows I must leave soon and move on to another smalltown and another batch of mothers for my offspring. She has raised one daughteralone and despite my conditioning she fears doing it. Once again I awaken early shower shave, put on makeup, put on anothermaids uniform this time in pale blue with pale blue panties and bra whitepantyhose and pale blue pumps, I again make breakfast and serve it to mywife in bed and after she leaves for work clean up before going into myoffice and sitting down at my computer to do what work I have to do forthe day the whole time still wearing the maid's uniform. Shortly beforemy wife returns I prepare a nice dinner for her and wait for her. These were mainly pretty tame but we did find several what I would call extreme sites. One of them was labelled Cuckold in which supposed husbands would watch their wives being fucked by strangers. Inevitably these strangers would be well endowed. Of course it was fake but the mechanics excited both of us. The problem was how to find someone to be the stranger and how to make in anonymous. I mean how to not have problems afterwards. The answer, of course, was for both of us to be involved so as.