She smelled like a cheap whore and smiled like a satisfied slut."Did my slut like that?" my husband asked.I remembered the first time he asked me that... It was after he convinced me to have my first threesome. I was so satisfied, but I wanted more and more. And he had always made sure to give it to me. I fucked anyone and everyone he wanted me to now. He owned my pussy. And I now realized he owned my sister's pussy as well."Oh yes" she said. Her voice husky with desire.I moaned as I came.. ..man?She watched the show, slowly caressing her own cock and shivering as hisface glowed red with shame. She fixed eye contact and reveled in thelook of hate. She knew he would have loved to have closed his eyes,turned his head but he was unable to do so. A second tentacle enteredhis ass and he groaned in shame. Two more tentacles travelled up hisbody to caress his nipples and soon he was panting his pleasure.....hisimpending climax!"Don't let him cum," she commanded telepathically.He shivered. But getting onto the bed is entirely depends on my talent. I readily accepted the challenge and counted my days to get lucky.So on that note, we parted after having a few more drinks. After many unlucky days suddenly he shared a contact through my WhatsApp. Then he called me and said that her name is Amritha, Ammu (Fake name). She is a friend of Rathi who is struggling to solve a bug in a project of her company.I told him ok but what am I supposed to do now. Then he explained that she is having. I picked up the satin maid's uniformand slipped it over my head. Without the constricted waist thatthe corset gave me, it would clearly have never fit. The skirtof the dress was micro-short, and layers of ruffled crinolinemade it flare out around my hips, exposing the tops of mystockings and the garters that held them up. I quickly tied thelacy white apron around me, and fastened on the white lace neckand wrist bands that I found in the apron pocket. I freed myhair from the neck of the dress.