The maid really sucks when it comes to her job

“Listen to that noise!” Megan cried, angrily tugging the comb through her freshly washed brown hair. “Don’t you hear it?” she demanded, glaring at her husband across the room.

“Of course I do,” he muttered absently, not looking up from his crossword puzzle.

“It’s almost midnight and she’s down there in her nightgown watching television with the volume full blast! We can’t sleep through that. She has to go, Tom! That damned Latina bitch has got to go!”

“So fire her ass,” Tom said, glancing up, slightly irritated by the interruption.

“Tom,” she whined.

“What?” He sighed, reluctantly putting down the puzzle book.

“I can’t fire her,” Megan said, turning to face him.

“Why the hell not?” he asked in quiet exasperation.

“I just can’t. You do it.”

“No!” He vehemently shook his head. “Megan, I told you when you hired her that managing her was your responsibility. You wanted a maid? Fine. I agreed that you needed help with the house if you were going to go back to work as an accountant. I thought you were talking about a cleaning lady, but you wanted to hire a live-in maid. Fine. I didn’t object. I didn’t say a word. But the deal was that you had to supervise her and manage her yourself. That was the agreement. I’ve got people at work to manage and I’ll be damned if I’m going take on the same duties at home. When I come home I want to relax. We agreed on that in the beginning.”

“I know, I know. But firing Maria just isn’t going to be that easy for me,” Megan declared helplessly.

“Firing people isn’t easy for anyone unless you’re a sadist,” he said. “But it’s part of management. If you hire them and they don’t work out, you have to be prepared to fire them.”

“I know. But this is complicated,” she sighed, her face sad.

“How so?” he reluctantly asked, his patience wearing thin.

“Well, Maria really hasn’t done anything all that bad. At least not bad enough that I can fire her over it.”

“Oh, that’s a load of bullshit!” he scoffed, picking up his puzzle book again.

“She really hasn’t. She’s lazy, but she’s clever. When I tell her to do something, she smiles and says, ‘Yes, Ma’am,’ and then proceeds to do a crappy job of it. I can’t very well fire her when she does what she’s told, can I? ”

“Oh, c’mon,” he groaned, laying down the book again. “That’s just silly. If you want to get rid of her, then anything you don’t like is a good enough reason. You just pick out something and fire her. It doesn’t matter whether it makes sense or not. You don’t have to justify it to anyone.”

“Tom, please?” she begged, looking like she might cry.

“No, forget it!” he said, not letting her get away with faking him out. “I have no reason to fire her. I’ve got clean clothes all the time, and I like having a hot breakfast every morning. This is the first time since our honeymoon that I can get out of bed and look forward to a decent breakfast – bacon and eggs or even pancakes. It’s also kind of quaint having it served by a waitress in a nightgown. The material on those things is so sheer, it doesn’t leave much to the imagination!”

“She does have a good body,” Megan admitted.

“Yes,” Tom agreed. “But not any nicer than yours, of course,” he added, seeing her expression, “and you have the face to go with it.”

“Oh, the truth comes out!” she declared angrily. “That’s why you won’t fire her, isn’t it? You’re too busy wanting her hot little body.” she accused. “I’ve seen you look at her!”

“Megan, for pete’s sake! I’ve never made the slightest pass at her!”

“It’s a good thing, too. You’d just get your male vanity slapped down when she rejected you,” she informed him.

“Oh really? You think so?” he asked.

She laughed. “Yes. What would a pretty twenty-two-year-old girl want with a thirty-eight-year-old man?” she asked, contempt coloring her voice.

He contemplated shooting back a few examples to show just how desirable he was to younger women, but thought better of it. With a snort, he went back to his puzzles.

She glared at him for a bit longer, then went back to brushing her brown hair, her face serious and contemplative. Then a small smile began to play around the corners of her mouth. Suddenly, she lay down the brush and swung around to face him.

“Tom, my dearest,” she cooed seductively.

“Yes?” He looked up, suddenly suspicious.

“I have a little proposition for you, my love.”

He put down his crosswords.

“Now listen,” she said. “I want to get rid of Maria, but I don’t want to fire her. You’d like to make a pass at her.” She waved away the beginnings of his denial. “No, don’t interrupt,” she said. “I know you would. Well, let’s both get what we want,” she proposed.

“What are you talking about?”

“You make a pass at her, and then she’ll quit! You may even get to grab one of those big titties first, and I will be rid of her!” Megan triumphantly explained.

He stared at her. “You want me to make a pass at Maria?”

“Oh, come now, I know you’ve made passes – don’t pretend you haven’t. You’ve not only made passes, you’ve even completed a few. Last year there was the little red-headed accountant at the holiday party, and before that there was some chick named Carol, and before that . . .“

“All right, all right” he quickly interrupted, conceding. “You don’t have to drag all that up again! I’m just a little shocked that you’d actually want me to do it.”

“Yes, I really want you too,” she declared with grim conviction. “She’s not worth a damn as a housekeeper, and I want to get rid of the bitch. If you’re not going to help me out by firing her, then at least you can make a pass at her so she’ll quit!”

“Okay, if you really mean that,” he said, testing her.

“I really do!”

He sat up, studying her, still not convinced. “So, just to be clear – you think that if I make a serious pass at Maria, she’ll quit right on the spot and you won’t have to fire her.”

“Exactly.”

“Well, there’s a major flaw in your plan,” he told her.

“Oh? And what is that?”

“You assume she’ll be outraged, slap my face, pack her bags and charge out the door. But what if she surprises you and instead, she flops down to the floor and spreads her legs?”

“She won’t,” Megan said confidently.

“But just say she does?” he pushed the issue.

“Then you fuck her,” she said.

He stared at her in shock and disbelief. “I fuck her?”

“Sure! In fact, that’s the bet. If I win, she slaps your face and leaves. If you win, you fuck her. That’s the bet.”

After looking at her for a moment longer, he smiled and sneered, “there is no way you’d let me do that!”

She held up her hand. “I swear to God I won’t say a word.”

“Yeah, but you’d hold it against me forever and you know it,” he demanded, not believing her.

“Nope. How can I even do that? I’m the one trying to talk you into it in the first place. Besides, you won’t succeed, so there won’t be anything to forgive,” she added confidently.

“But what if I do?” he asked, smiling slyly.

“I told you. In that unlikely event, you fuck her,” she smirked. “I promise I’ll never say a word about it. Cross my heart and hope to die.” She solemnly made the motions.

Frowning deeply, he continued to study her, unconvinced.

“Well, just for the sake of argument, let’s say that instead of slapping my face, she’s receptive and I screw her. That doesn’t get you anyplace. She’s still here, except that now I get something more exciting than bacon and eggs and pancakes every morning for breakfast.”

“Oh, no you don’t!” Megan declared. “This is a one time fuck and that’s it. No seconds. She’ll be gone!”
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“You expect me to fuck her and then fire her?” he demanded. “There is no way. You expect me to bone her Latin ass, then pull up my pants and say, ‘Sorry, Maria. Your performance sucked, and not in a good way. You’re fired!’ I’m not going to do that!”

“No. You fuck her and I’ll fire her.”

He looked at her, confused.

“I’ll catch you,” she explained. “Look. Let’s just say you’re right and I’m wrong. Let’s say she responds,” Megan said, her voice excited “How much time do you think it will take you? You know, to get her on her backside, as you so graphically put it?”

“I don’t know. It depends on the circumstances. Maybe forty minutes. Why?”

“I’m coming to that. OK. So, you go down there now and make your moves. I’ll listen and if I don’t hear her come running up to her room in the next forty minutes, I’ll come looking for you both.”

“Hold on!” he interrupted in shocked surprise. “Just a gawd damned minute! You expect me to do this now? Right now?”

“Why not? You said you wanted the right circumstances. These are perfect. She’s down there in the dark in one of your favorite nightgowns. Anyway, as I was saying, you go down there and do your thing, and if I don’t hear her come running up the stairs in the next forty minutes to pack her stuff and leave, as I fully expect, I’ll know she was receptive. I’ll give you another fifteen minutes to finish up, because I’m nice like that, and then I’ll come down and discover the two of you in some sort of postcoital pose. You have to make sure I find that. I’ll throw a jealous fit and demand that she leave immediately. So, either way, I get rid of her! Whether she slaps your face or spreads her legs, either way she’ll be out of here in less than an hour!”

He stared at her like she was a pod person. “I can’t believe you’re serious!”

“I am! That’s how bad I want her out of here. You don’t have to look at me like that. It’s a great plan.” she said proudly.

He threw his hands up in the air, “Well,” he began hesitantly, and then said in a rush, “I have no idea if I’d be able to screw her even if she spread her legs. I’m not sure I can even get an erection if I know you’re going to come leaping out of the shadows any minute to catch us!”

“Tom, for gawd’s sake, you’re a stud. You’ve always been able to get it up anyplace, anytime. Remember the time we did it between the shelves in the public library? And how about when I went down on you in a phone booth? I know you can do this. Now – don’t be a wimp. Get your ass down there before her stupid program ends!

“I’m not a damned wimp!’ he said, suddenly angry. “Fine, I’m going. Since you want this so bad, but remember, Megan, you want this.” He swung off the bed, jammed his feet into slippers and jerked on his robe. At the door he paused, turned back to face her and announced dramatically. “This is your last chance to stop me.” he warned.

“Look, I know it’s a little crazy, but it’s a good plan and I’d do damn near anything at this point to get rid of her. Besides.” she added with a smile, “this way at least one of us may get some use out of her! Now go!”

“Fine. If you insist, I’ll go fuck the maid.” He smiled, “My mom used to tell me that a happy marriage requires some sacrifice. Wish me luck!”

“Screw that!” she laughed with suppressed excitement. “I’ll wish myself luck!”

“Whatever works for you.” He smiled, winked, and walked out, closing the door behind him.

But once outside the bedroom, his bravado slipped. He was nervous and not at all sure what Maria’s reaction might be. Maybe Megan was right. Maybe he would get slapped or yelled at or any number of other unpleasant things. He paused at the top of the stairs to calm himself.

When he had himself under control and his confidence level under control, he started down the stairs.
Reaching the bottom, he stopped and peered into the dark living room. From the light of the TV, he could see her sitting there in a thin nightgown, watching the television intently. Her light brown skin had a greenish tinge.

“How’s the program, Maria?” he asked, making his voice cheerful while letting her know she was no longer alone.

She jumped and glanced up, startled. As she moved he noted her large breasts swinging against the thin fabric of her nightgown. “Oh, Mr. A, you scared me! The program’s very good. Very exciting. Why aren’t you sleeping, she asked with concern. Her voice was like honey and spiced with a Mexican accent he found extremely erotic.

“Too many things on my mind to sleep. Besides,” he added with a grin, “I kept thinking about you down here in your nightgown.”

She gave him a quick smile and then turned back to the television.

“Since the program is good, I think I’ll get a drink and join you,” he told her.

He headed to the kitchen and hurried back with a double shot of vodka for himself and very strong gin and tonic for her. He wasn’t sure about her drinking preferences, but had noticed that the gin had been disappearing since her arrival.

“Here Maria, I brought you a drink,” he told her. He handed it to her and sat down next to her on the couch.

She glanced at him in mild surprise, took the drink and sipped it and then said, “Oh, gin. I like that. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Tom said. He tried to appear casual as he put him arm up on the sofa behind her. She appeared not to notice.

He pretending to watch the program, but studied her surreptitiously. She wasn’t bad looking. Her mouth was a little wide, perhaps, but it was very sensuous. The rest of her features looked good, and her body was outstanding. Her nightgown was so thin that her nipples stood out in stark relief and he could even see most of a milk chocolate nipple.

“You know, if you want another drink, just let me know. I want to keep you happy,” he spoke quietly as he leaned in closely. He moved his arm from the back of the couch to her shoulder and patted it affectionately.

Then he squeezed her shoulder gently and tried to draw her toward him. But she didn’t budge or respond – she just continued to stare at the television.

He eased closer to her until they were thigh to thigh, and then tried to pull her toward him again. She not only didn’t move but, without looking up from the set, swatted at him like he was an annoying insect.

He would have quit bothering at that point – except for Megan. He didn’t want to face her jeers and sarcasms and I told you so. The only thing left was to proceed to the point where Maria couldn’t possibly keep ignoring him.

He’d probably get slapped at some point for his efforts but that was part of the plan they’d agreed to. At least now, the stupid program was over.

After taking a deep breath and gathering his courage, he slid his hand to under the material of the nightgown on her back and lightly caressed her cool skin.

“Oh yes, that feels good,” she sighed. “Rub there. Right there where your hand is,” she told him, although she continued to stare at the TV.

There was nothing else he could do but obey. He was rubbing her back but this was crazy. In just a few minutes, Megan was going to come down to find nothing more going on but a little back rub. If she could use that as grounds for firing Maria, then she was a better actress than he imagined.

Summoning up his courage – and preparing himself for the inevitable slap, he placed his hand on her knee and moved it up her thigh to her crotch. He stopped and held it there, feeling her warmth and the bristles of pubic hair he could just make out through the thin fabric of her night gown.

She didn’t look away from the screen. She just reached down, picked his hand up from her pubic area and put it on the couch between them, holing it there.

Tom was completely confused and didn’t know what else to do so he relaxed his facial muscles and sat there with one hand on her back and the other trapped in hers, pretending to watch the last few moments of the program.

“Oh, I liked that!” Maria pronounced when the commercial came on. She turned to face him for the first time since he’d joined her on the couch. To his astonishment, she seemed totally oblivious to the fact he’d stuck his hand in her crotch.

“That’s one of my favorite shows!” she told him. She stood up, walked to the television, turned the volume down. Then she walked back and stood over him and asked, “You want to fuck me now?”

He stared up at her in astonishment and finally got his wits together enough to nod.

“Good, I’d like to fuck you too, but not when I’m watching my program!” she scolded him. She stretched and then she slowly peeled her nightgown down, allowing her breasts free. She smiled as she watched him watching her, then she let the nightgown fall the rest of the way to the floor. Slowly running her hands over her naked body, Marie asked, “You like?” She fondled her large, firm breasts.

“Gawd yes!” he murmured.

She chuckled. “I know you like. I see you look. I let you look,” she smiled. “I’d let you see more, but the Mrs. is around all the time. Is she asleep now?”

He nodded.

“Good! Now you look!” she ordered. Slowly she turned and he took in every curve of her body.

“You want to suck my titty?” she asked, holding out her breasts and stepping between his legs.
He nodded again, running his hands gently up her thighs.

“I like very much when my tit is sucked,” she told him. She lowered her breast to his mouth and he eagerly sucked and nippled her large nipple while squeezing the other breast and making her nipple hard. He could feel his erection growing.

“That feels so good!” she murmured above him. “Now feel my pussy,” she ordered. “Just not during my program,” she scolded.

He did as he was told and, while continuing to suck her breast, ran his free hand up between her legs and lightly rubbed her coarse, tightly coiled pubic hair. Finding her vaginal lips, he eased his fingers inside and played with the opening and her clitoris. She groaned softly.

He felt his huge cock straining for attention and the tip was insistently poking its way through his fly.
Moaning, Maria suddenly knelt in front of him, fumbled his robe open and grabbed his dick, taking it out of his pajamas. “Nice cock!” she said, eyeing it and running her hand up and down its length. “It is good. Big. Long. You like suck suck?” she asked, sticking out her tongue, licking his cock and gently rubbing his balls while smiling up at him.

“Oh ye!’” he emphatically declared.

“Me too!” she said eagerly and sucked his penis between her lips. She just mouthed it at first, as if teasing him. But soon she tightened her lips, pressed his cock against the roof of her mouth with her tongue and started mouth fucking him while she sucked. She took it all the way until she was deep throating him.

He realized Maria was an expert at this. Megan was good, but Maria was off the charts! Remembering Megan, though, he nervously looked around, wondering how much time he had left. He was shocked to see his wife standing there in the dark, watching them!

“Oh no!” he thought. “You promised! Please! Not yet! Don’t stop her yet! Wait!” He glared at his wife and tried to communicate the plea telepathically.

Megan just stood there, barely visible. He took a hand off Maria’s head and waved his wife away.

Megan didn’t respond. He could hardly see her in the dark but it looked as if she was just standing there watching them with her hands clasped loosely in front of her. At least she wasn’t moving. Perhaps she’d wait and let him enjoy the wonderful things Maria’s expert mouth was doing to his throbbing cock!

Glancing nervously at Megan again, he caught a better view of her hands in the light from the television. He realized that they weren’t clasped. They were underneath her short nightgown, working feverishly at her vagina. She was masturbating! His wife was standing there masturbating!

He lost his fear of being disturbed. In fact, watching Megan stroking her wet pussy just inflamed his own lust. He grabbed Maria’s head and repeatedly forced it all the way down on his penis, fucking her mouth hard. She took it and moaned in delight. She slid one hand between her legs and started fingering herself and moaning louder.

Whenever a bright scene came on the TV, Tom watched his wife working her fingers in and out of her cunt while he rammed his cock into Maria’s mouth. His orgasm was building up, beginning to grow and pulse within him.

Megan suddenly moved and, for one heart stopping moment, he thought she was about to “discover” them. But she just took off her robe, dropped it on the floor, then pulled off her nightgown and tossed it aside. She quietly walked into the living room, one hand caressing her clitoris, her nude body lit by the flickering light from the television. Stopping behind Maria, she stood there for a moment and watched the girl’s head bobbing up and down in his lap. Tom, who had been watching her and apprehensively holding his breath, finally breathed again. She knelt down close behind Maria, reached around the girl and fondled her titties.

Maria, startled, released his cock and looked over her shoulder in surprise. “Mrs?” she asked in amazement. “You’re here? You want to feel me and fuck me too?”

“Yes,” Megan replied, hoarsely, still pulling at Maria’s nipples.

“OK, I’d like that!” Maria said happily. “You do my cunt while I suck him,” she directed, “and then you and me lick lick. OK?”

“Oh yes,” Megan agreed. Maria, to Tom’s relief, immediately returned her mouth to his cock.

Megan slid one hand under Maria’s ass and slipped fingers into her tight wet cunt. She reached around with the other and fondled the girl’s clitoris.

Maria moaned in delight as she worked her head up and down on Tom’s cock. He felt like the life was being sucked out of him and he was loving every minute of it. We was trying to hold back and savor the moment but the sensations – plus seeing his normally sedate, even modest, wife with her fingers deep in another woman’s cunt, was too horny. The force was building and it couldn’t be denied and he grabbed Maria’s head and forced her mouth down on his cock while he exploded down her throat. He bent over her head, groaning with each burst of cum until he was finished. He was sucked dry, and fell back on the couch exhausted.

“You cum good, Mr. Tom!” Maria congratulated him, licking the last of his spunk from her lips. You taste good too. She licked his cock clean, then turned to Megan. “You finger-fuck good too, Mrs.! I cum once. Now you will cum too. We both will!” she promised and, embracing Megan, pulled her down on the carpet.

She lay Megan back in front of the television and, bent over her, kissing her lips and easing her tongue into Megan’s mouth. At the same time, she fondled Megan’s small breasts. Megan kissed her back, easing her tongue into Maria’s mouth and fondling one large breast and kneading the nipple. and did the same. As far as I knew, this was a definitely first for Megan!

Pulling back for a moment, Maria asked, “You do this before, Missy? You ever lick lick with another lady?”

“No, I haven’t,” Megan admitted in a whisper.

“OK. I have and I can show you how to lick lick with another lady,” she promised generously. “You do what I do, OK?”

“OK,” Megan agreed. “But hurry!” she begged.

Maria chuckled. “Just wait, Mrs. Megan, I make it good for you.” She got on her hands and knees, and moved around to Megan’s head. Maria crawled over her until her head was over Megan’s breast, then she lowered her own breast to Megan’s eager mouth. She took Megan’s smaller breast in her mouth and soon, they were both moaning as they sucked those hard nipples.

Tom was completely drained and had been watching with only passing interests as the two women first began sucking each other’s breasts. However, suddenly Megan reached back and grabbed Maria’s ass cheeks, urging her further down her body. He felt such a surge of excitement that his cock suddenly started to rise again.

Maria looked back at Megan beneath her. “What? You ready for cunt lick now, Mrs.” she asked, grinning wickedly.

“Yes! Please, yes!” Megan muttered.

Maria nodded. “Me too!” and crawled slowly down, kissing Megan’s stomach all the way down until she was positioned over her juicy cunt. She paused a moment before lowering her head. She kissed Megan’s pussy and then sticking out her long tongue, she licked it. Megan immediately bucked her hips up to meet the tongue and, at the same time, pulled Maria’s hips down around her face and drove her own tongue into the girl’s vagina. Soon they were both buried in each other, bucking and moaning.

Watching the hot Latino babe entwined with his wife, Tom was suddenly fully erect again. He stood up, took his cock out of his pajamas and walked over behind Maria’s beautiful ass, which was bouncing up and down on Megan’s mouth. He knelt by his wife’s head and tried to insert himself between them. Megan pushed Maria off her face, grabbed his cock, fitted it into the girl’s vagina and then quickly pulled her ass down again and licked both his cock and her clitoris as he thrust in and out.

After a few moments of thrashing and groaning, all three of them came. Tom, gasping for breath, slowly pulled out, returned to the couch and leaned against it. He was exhausted, at least for the moment. He watched Maria roll off Megan and stood up, stretching and scratching at her crotch. “That was damn good!” she pronounced. “Damn good lick and fuck! She smiled happily at them both.

Megan sat up, wiping her face with her hands. She clasped her knees and sat there in a daze.
“Was it alright for you, Mrs. Megan?” Maria asked, picking up her nightgown.

“God yes!” Megan said gratefully, eyes brightening, coming alive and looking up. “It was the best time I’ve ever had!”

“For me too,” Maria told her. “You lick lick real good for first time! I cum once very good before Mr. Tom fuck me. Next time you get lick licked and fucked and I just get lick lick. OK?”

Megan chuckled. “OK,” she agreed.

“You did good too, Mr. Tom,” she said. “You did it two times. That’s good. But next time we start earlier,” Maria ordered, carrying her nightgown and walking toward the stairs. “I have to get up early to make breakfast, and I don’t want to miss my program. Next time we start and finish before my program is on, OK?”

“OK,” Tom and Megan both agreed, laughing. They watched as she walked up the stairs, carrying her nightgown and swaying her naked hips from side to side.

Tom smiled. “God. She’s something! How do you like that?” he laughed and shook his head.

“That was awesome!” Megan declared firmly, and then laughed. “In fact three orgasms awesome! That girl may not dust worth a shit, but she sure as hell can lick lick!”

Tom laughed. “She does a mean suck suck too. You had three?” he asked, surprised and a little jealous. He had never been able to give her more than two.

She nodded. “Three great ones! God, that really turned me on, watching her eat you and then she and I eating each other and then you fucking her right in front of me! Right in my face! Christ, I could have cum a dozen times! I’ve never been so aroused! I tell you, Tom, I was holding back. I thought for awhile I was going to have a heart attack! I really did! I hate to even admit this mention this, dear, but our sex life has been getting a little dull lately.”

“Perhaps,” he admitted, knowing better than to say more. “But I think that is a thing of the past. We have a new entertainment director.”

“Apparently!” she chuckled.

“Well, I suppose three orgasms is some consolation,” he said, getting up and turning off the television.
“Consolation? For what?” she asked, as he helped her up.

“Well, things didn’t work out as you hoped,” he explained, handing her the nightgown and robe.

“Didn’t work?” she repeated, slipping on her nightgown. “Oh, you mean getting rid of Maria.” She looked at him for a moment and then shrugged. “You’re right. Plan A didn’t work for shit,” she agreed indifferently, pulling on the robe. “But I guess I didn’t fully explain Plan B to you,” she added with a sly smile. “Believe me, Plan B worked just fine!”

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