**The story below was inspired by a dream that I had a few months ago. I shared the dream with my wife and it led to some amazing sex. After that, I decided to write a full story around it. It’s long but I hope you enjoy it. My wife and I read all messages and comments to our stories. Looking forward to getting feedback!**
I walked down the hallway towards our apartment. We had a great apartment that overlooked parts of the park and offered many amenities. One of which was the option to have a full-time housekeeper. In our case, it was Zoila. She worked around our schedule and would usually clean daily as she lived just down the hall. I slid my key into our apartment door and swung the door open, placing my newly purchased bags of groceries on the small kitchen counter. The light from the large living room windows was letting in the soft glow of a winter afternoon.
As I was putting the groceries away, I noticed Zoila walk out into the living room, picking up items and wiping down surfaces with her back to me. We got to know Zoila a bit as she worked in our home but she was always self-conscious about her ability or lack thereof to speak English. She was in her mid-forties, divorced and had two grown children. She had long dark hair, olive skin and eyes much more youthful than her age. While she always wore her dark housekeeping outfit, a black button down top with white color and a black skirt with a white apron, I had often noticed her body. She had curvy hips and I had always wondered how busty she was under that uniform.
With my back turned to the living room, I said hello to Zoila.
“Good afternoon, Zoila.” I said in a gentle voice.
“Hello Mr. Jones.” She responded quietly. Typically, I would receive a brighter or even more bubbly response, but I thought nothing of it at the time.
“Katie is out walking the dogs, thank you so much for coming today. We really appreciate it.” I commented back. I could hear her working behind me and as I spoke and finished putting away the groceries. When I turned back to look into the living room, my jaw dropped. Zoila was bent over at the waist wiping down the coffee table and I noticed that her top was unbuttoned, the left cup of her bra was pulled down and her entire left breast was exposed. As she cleaned her breast jiggled. I stifled my gasp and quickly realized that she was unaware that she was exposed, and I was able to see. Her breast was full and round. Her brown nipple was erect and almost silently begging for attention.
“Uhm…erm…Zoila. Is everything OK…?” I asked shyly, stepping into the living room.
She looked up at me, surprised that I was standing there. When she looked at me, she blushed hard but seemed to still be unaware that her left breast was naked before me.
“Yes, Mr. Jones.” She said, her face turning a deeper shade of crimson. “I was delayed with some of the cleaning and spent longer in your bedroom than I thought I would.” She explained in her thick accent. Her eyes locked on to mine and she could see when I looked down to see her exposed body. Realizing that she was inadvertently flashing me, she managed to blush harder and she pulled the black lace cup of her bra back over her breast to save some of her modesty. I noticed that her eyes never left mine as she did this. I also noticed that she left her shirt unbuttoned.
“I’m so sorry Mr. Jones… I got rather, distracted when cleaning your room. I hope you and Mrs. Jones are not upset…” her voice trailed off as she said this. My eyes went from her to the closed bedroom door and then back. I pulled my phone from my pocket. Zoila was aware that we had installed a camera to watch the dogs when we weren’t home. The device would capture footage of the room continuously and save it for 24 hours, it even had the ability to shoot a treat out to distract the dogs if need be. It was clear that she had forgotten about the camera until the moment I removed my phone from my pocket.
Zoila dropped her head and stared at her white Ked sneakers when I started to load the video on my phone. While she couldn’t see my phone, she of course, knew was I was about to see. I pressed play on the video and fast-forwarded Zoila cleaning up the room. She made the bed and then was dusting Katie’s nightstand. I pressed play and watched as she removed Katie’s wand vibrator and dildo from the bedside table. My jaw silently dropped open as I watched her set both toys on the nightstand. She crawled on the bed and as she did, she pulled her skirt up to give her legs more ability to spread wide. She sat against our pillows, propped up on our headboard. I looked back at Zoila in front of me and saw she was still staring down at her feet, too embarrassed now to make eye contact.
In the video, Zoila spread her legs wide and I could see a black thong that she quickly pulled to the side. She was completely shaven apart from a small strip of dark hair. She grabbed the wand, turned it on, and pressed it against her clit. In the video, she started grinding her hips into the toy. While there was no audio, it was clear that she was moaning. She reached her free hand to her shirt, unbuttoning it and pulling down her bra. She started to pinch, pull, and tease her left nipple as she pleasured herself with my wife’s toy.
A few moments later, Zoila took one of our dildos from the nightstand and licked it from the tip to the base before plunging it into her mouth. I watched her press the button on the wand that increased the intensity of the vibration. Within seconds, her legs were shaking and while still on our bed and I watched as she orgasmed all over our comforter and duvet. Zoila took the toy from her mouth and from her sex and looked down at the massive wet spot on that she left on the bed. She scurried up and quickly put the toys away before she started to strip the bedding off. My brain almost couldn’t process what my eyes were seeing. As the shock had not yet worn off, I didn’t even realize that the front of my jeans was incredibly tight as a result of my rapidly growing erection. I stood there, dumbstruck with my phone in my hand and my newly created tent in my jeans pointing directly at Zoila.
“I don’t know what to say…” I confessed softly. “Have you…done this before?” I asked, the first question that came to my mind.
“Mr. Jones, please don’t be upset. I need this job and the bedding is currently in the wash. I’ll have it all as it was before Mrs. Jones returns home.” She said quickly, a clear attempt to reassure me and possibly ignore the issue.
“Have you used our toys before?” I asked more directly. Her eyes met mine and she tried hard to swallow and answer, but the words never came. She just looked me in the eyes and nodded before looking back at the floor. I put my phone back in my pocket as my head started to spin.
***What should I do?*** I asked myself. ***She doesn’t deserve to be fired for this, does she? She has a family and is really great at what she does.*** I contemplated*.* ***Oh, fuck. What is Katie going to say? Should I tell her? Of course I should. But how? Regardless of how she feels about this, she won’t want someone working here who has broken our trust.***
“Look, Zoila…” I started to say when I realized her eyes were locked on my erection. “Zoila,” I said again, trying to regain control of the situation. “Katie will be home soon. Why don’t I help you finish up and I can figure out what to say to her-”
“Please, Mr. Jones, I don’t want to lose my job.” She interrupted.
“Don’t worry, I’ll figure that out…” I said softly but the truth was I had no idea what to do. I had no idea what was right. I was still trying to process our housekeeper using our sex toys on herself on our bed. As if the timing could not be worse, I heard the door swing open. The dogs ran in and hopped on their beds in the living room. Suddenly, Katie was next to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Both Zoila and I stood, frozen.
Katie was a stunning woman and I felt so lucky. She was 5’9 with a slim frame. She did have wide hips and a full ass but she was toned. She was wearing tight yoga pants that showed this off. She took off her jacket to reveal a tight top that hugs her perky B cup breasts. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail.
“Hi Zoila, I didn’t think you’d still be here….” Her voice trailed off as she noticed Zoila’s shirt was still unbuttoned, her left breast covered only by her black lace bra was out of her shirt. Katie turned to me and in the process noticed what might very well be the hardest erection I’ll have in my life. “Kenneth… What the fuck…” I saw the fire in her eyes and quickly realized she had the wrong idea.
“Katie, no. No, no, no, no, no.” I said to her, ready to explain that I wasn’t cheating. I pulled out the phone. “Look, it was Zoila, she was fooling around in our room. I had no idea, I just came home and saw her like this.” Katie watched for a few moments as waves of inaudible pleasure washed over Zoila. Her eyes grew large and she looked from me to Zoila, to me, and then back to the phone again. She tilted her head to the side and seemed to struggle on how to process the information she was seeing.
“Zoila, why did you do this?” Katie asked directly.
“Well…” Zoila’s eyes met her feet again quickly and she fidgeted her hands together, unsure of what to say. “I’ve always… Been… Interested in you two and I enjoyed being in your bed and… and… I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have ever done this.”
Katie looked back at Zoila and started to understand. “So you were, just aroused? Thinking about us?” Katie asked timidly, still trying to understand.
Zoila scoffed. “Yes, of course.” Her big brown eyes went from me to Katie and then back to the floor.
Katie stood there. Silent. Her brain clearly working. What happened next, I never could have predicted.
“Come with me.” She said as she reached out for Zoila’s hand. Her dark skin blushed more once she felt Katie’s touch. Katie led her by the hand towards the bedroom, I stood there stunned and my erection still pressing against my jeans. Katie looked over her shoulder at me and gave me a smirk, “you too…” she said softly. The look in her eyes gave her away: she was turned on by all of this.
Once we were in the bedroom, Katie led Zoila to her side of the bed, exactly where she had sat to pleasure herself earlier. Katie propped up some pillows and she smiled at the fresh sheets that Zoila had put on the bed. Zoila slowly sat on the bed but unlike before, she kept her legs closed. Katie noticed this and gave another smirk.
“So… You like thinking about me and Kenneth?” She asked Zoila directly as she walked back over to me. I looked at Katie, my eyes expressive and silently asking ***what are we doing?*** She smiled back at me as Zoila answered. My wife had never been this brazen before, ever.
“Yes, Miss…” She said softly.
“Good girl…” Katie responded by having locked eyes with me. It was the look that only a couple could understand. Developed and grown through years of passion and lovemaking. I knew what her eyes were saying. ***Fuck me.***
I leaned in and kissed Katie. Long. Deep. Passionate. For a moment, I forgot that anyone was in the room until I heard Zoila stir on the bed. Still in a deep kiss and embrace with Katie, I looked over at Zoila to see her legs gently start to spread and open. She realized that Katie was ready to give her a live show, eliminating the need for her to use her imagination.
My large hands gripped Katie’s waist. Even though we were being watched, it felt natural as our two bodies pressed together. My hand found its way to cup her left ass cheek as I felt her hands find my belt and start to undo it. I started pulling at her clothes as well. Within moments, Katie had my pants around my ankles and was massaging my erection through my spandex boxer briefs. She slid those down as I undid her pants. Before I could move more, Katie dropped to her knees.
With her hand wrapped around my thick cock, she brought it to her mouth. I let out a soft groan at the pleasure; her warm lips wrapped around me, her tongue massaging me, taking more and more of me. This wasn’t a slow and tender blowjob, Katie was quickly sucking and slurping me, taking me in her mouth and throat. I looked over and saw that Ziola’s legs were spread and, just like in the video, her panties pulled to the side as her finger was gently caressing her clit. Her eyes were locked on Katie as she vigorously sucked my cock. She slurped and gently gagged on me, earning deep lustful moans.
I could tell Zoila was getting close to her own orgasm. Her legs started to squirm slightly, and her finger was massaging and rubbing harder and harder. Her chest was rising and falling faster as her breathing became short. She worked her other hand in her bra and started to pinch and pull her nipples.
“Not yet.” I said in a low voice to Zoila. “Not until we say…” I said looking at her. Her olive skin burned crimson for a moment before she answered. “Yes Sir…” She licked her lips and continued to play with herself. The word ‘Sir’ coupled with Zoila’s accent made me feel even more aroused, more turned on, powerful even. I reached down and stroked Katie’s hair as she swirled her tongue over the tip of my cock. I had to fight back my own orgasm at this point as no moment in my life had ever been so erotic.
I stepped back from Katie and stepped out of my pants and underwear. I pulled off the rest of my clothes apart from my black undershirt. I reached down and pulled Katie to her feet and stripped her out of her pants and panties. I pulled the rest of her clothes off until she stood before me, completely naked. I picked her up and set her on the edge of the bed. Her head was close to one of Zoila’s legs and I knelt on to the floor and spread my wife’s legs.
I started by kissing and tasting her lips. She was wet and tasted so sweet. I went on to swirl my tongue around her clit, gently playing with her and teasing her. I looked up at Zoila who was reaching into the nightstand for the toys she had used earlier that day. She retrieved the dildo and as before, she slid it into her mouth as she played with her pussy and watched. Katie tilted her head back to see what she was doing and let out a long moan before biting her lip. She was close and I was sure to make her first orgasm a big one. I pulled my tongue back and replaced it with my finger on her clit while I licked and sucked her lips, my tongue worshiping her sweet sex. I watched Katie’s hand reach up and gently stroke Zoila’s leg as I continued to kiss and lick her. It didn’t take long before Katie was clamping her thighs around me, squirming and saying “Ok, Ok, OKOKOKYESSSS”.
Katie came. I could tell it was a massive orgasm as her thighs clamped on my head. She gushed her sweet cum on to the bed. My beard was wet and I lapped up as much as I could with my hungry tongue. Her legs were shaking and her breath was heavy. I looked up at her face and smiled. It was a proud boyish grin for making her cum.
I then looked at Zoila who was panting and breathing almost as heavily as Katie. The pads of her index and middle fingers were now more firmly massaging her clit. Her eyes locked on mine and she bit down hard on her lip. “Uniform off, Zoila.” I said with the same grin.
“Yes, Sir…” She said softly. She stood up from the bed and started to undress. Her uniform had never really complimented her body and I was pleasantly surprised to see her near perfect hour glass figure, her light brown skin, her large breasts with dark brown nipples, and her small line of dark hair that made her pussy look young and inviting.
“Crawl on top of my wife…” I said softly. Without hesitation, she crawled back on the bed. She crawled forward so that she was on her hands and knees. Her hands at the foot of the bed, near Katie’s hips, her knees just next to Katie’s breasts. Zoila looked up at me with her big brown eyes. As they were perfectly positioned in the 69 position, I spoke to her again.
“Were you thinking about me when the toy was in your mouth?” I asked as I stood up fully. My cock was hard, rigid and visibly throbbing and now just inches from her face. Zoila’s eyes went to my aching member as she nodded. I watched as she parted and licked her lips. She seemed hungry for it, like she wanted to lunge for it. Her lips closed and parted again, unsure of what to do.
“Katie, I think you should play with Zoila’s pussy while she sucks my cock.” Zoila’s eyes went wide. She craned her neck back to see what Katie would do to her and I watched as both of Katie’s hands went to her ass. Katie leaned up closer to her and Zoila lowered herself closer to Katie’s outstretched tongue. I couldn’t see what was happening between Zoila’s legs but her facial expression told me everything I needed to know. She let out a sharp gasp and closed her eyes. This was followed by a moan and more lip biting.
I stepped forward and held my cock in my hand. With her eyes still closed I traced it on her lips for a moment. She opened her big brown eyes with a look of lust and opened her mouth fully for me. I slowly slid into her mouth, inch by inch. I let out a soft groan as she wrapped her lips around me and started to gently suck. Her tongue was swirling and massaging the underside of my cock. It didn’t feel better than with Katie but it was different, new. I let out a soft groan as Zoila moaned hard on my cock, clearly Katie was doing well with her tongue.
I gently started to rock my hips back and forth, letting Zoila appreciate my length as I went deeper into her warm and wet mouth. I saw her body tense up and knew that she must be close to her first orgasm since she was in our room earlier. She moaned deep on my cock, sending vibrations throughout my body. Her eyes looked up at me, silently begging. “Cum for her…” I said, looking down at her.
She moaned and her legs started to shake. She pulled back from my cock. “I’mmmmcummmminnnnnng!” she almost shouted. I heard Katie moan from between her legs, matching the crescendo from Zoila. “Good girl…” I said in a soft whisper to Zoila.
“How was that babe?” I asked Katie from between Zoila’s legs. She let out a moan and simply responded, “I love it…” Katie had always been shy so seeing her brazen and playing with another woman was like a dream come true.
“Good,” I replied, wanting to give her some more attention. “Keep playing with her.” I looked down at Zoila and slid my cock into her mouth once more before pulling it out and guiding it into Katie’s pussy. I heard her moan into Zoila’s pussy as I started to slide in and out of her. “You can sit back.” I said to Zoila who immediately complied. She sat back, resting her ass and pussy on Katie’s face as I started to fuck her. I gave her long, hard, slow strokes at first. To say she felt amazing was an understatement; I don’t think I can ever recall her being so wet.
As Zoila straddled Katie’s face, I watched as Katie’s hands came up to feel her breasts, to play with them, pinch and pull her nipples, cup them. I started fucking her harder, desperate to bring on another orgasm for her. I started to fuck her harder, faster, deeper. I wanted to pound her harder with each thrust. Zoila looked at me and smiled, silently encouraging me. I watched as she looked down and focused on watching my hard cock slide back from and then disappear inside my wife’s pussy.
I felt Katie orgasm again what was even hotter than feeling it was seeing her reaction and hearing her. Muffled moans and almost squeals of pleasure came from between Zoila’s legs. Within seconds, I could tell that Zoila was orgasming too. She started to instinctively grind down on Katie’s mouth and eager tongue. That’s when I lost control.
With almost no warning, I felt my balls tighten, my cock started to throb and pulse and I began to flood Katie’s pussy with my cum. The first shot was massive and I felt like I was going to pass out. I looked at Zoila as her jaw dropped with the excitement of our collective orgasms. The second, third, and fourth shot of cum into Katie’s pussy filled her. I pulled my cock back and stroked it on her clit where the final cum shot out onto her.
My cock was still throbbing, a lightning rod of pleasure. My knees gently trembled as I crawled on to the bed next to Katie. Zoila had climbed off and laid opposite of me. I leaned in and kissed Katie. Her face was glistening from Zoila and she tasted amazing. Zoila leaned over and joined us too. Her tongue finding ours and her hands roaming over Katie’s body. Her hand slid down further and found the cum on Katie’s clit. She gently rubbed it in, massaging her. She wasn’t doing it to make her cum, just to touch, to play. We continued to kiss a wet and delicious dance of three tongues. When we finally broke, Katie looked at Zoila and asked, “When can you come over tomorrow night?”
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