He glanced toward the hallway that led to his empty bedroom and sighed. His wife had left again for some "company meeting". He was genuinely surprised she even bothered to lie. There had been hints here and there for the last couple of years. Hints he stubbornly refused to believe or acknowledge. But then 6 months ago he had got off work early one morning and come home. He'd found the cock of their 21 year old lawn mower deep in his wife's sexy mouth.
They both saw him standing in the doorway and didn't even bother to stop. Instead he watched the strong lean young man fire his cum all over his wife. He saw her bend over and look him straight in the eyes as the hard muscles of the gardener's body propelled his straining cock deep into her moist shaved pussy. The young man reached around and squeezed his wife's naked tits as he fucked her in a way only the youth could. Finally he, the husband, couldn't take any more and left them to their feverish sex.
He'd thought his wife's sex drive had just died out in her late 30's, and kept that way into her early 40's, but now he realized the reason they hadn't had sex in years was that she was getting it from other people. His wife was cheating on him.
He should divorce her, he knew he should, but he'd lose almost everything in the divorce. Something he couldn't afford, especially with the economy doing so poorly. He was trapped in a life that was a lie. His wife still pretended nothing had happened, she thought she was doing him a favor by going on as usual. But he could never feel the same again. There was only one bright spot in his life; his maid Evelyn. He worked too much to properly foster real relationships with people, his only outlet was his darling maid. She was like a thin ray of sunshine in an otherwise cloudy life.
He had hired her a little over a year ago, an Irish immigrant desperate for a job. She was beautiful and didn't even know it. At first he would just stare at her. Her sumptuous body moving as she cleaned his house. He had been a bit naughty when he bought her the French maid outfit, it was far sexier than it should be, but he couldn't help himself. Evelyn never seemed to mind wearing it and his wife never mentioned it either. She was probably glad to have her husband's attention elsewhere.
Evelyn's outfit was black and low cut, tight forcing her lush breasts up and together revealing ample cleavage; her skirt was so short it barely hid her pussy when she stood, it fluffed out and fit out around her lovely ass perfectly. She wore a small white apron in the front and a matching white hair band.
Sufficed to say, every time she moved he watched and yearned. He especially liked it when she bent over his desk to wipe it off, reveling the full glory of her exposed cleavage to him as he sat at the desk.
Eventually the stares transformed into something more, especially after he discovered his wife's affair. First he'd just brush against her as he passed by her, always finding some excuse to walk in her path. But that didn't last long; soon he was patting her ass and telling her good job after a hard day's work, finally abandoning all pretense and just grabbing her whenever she was near enough. She never said a word or seemed to mind, so he continued as he saw fit.
Again he looked down the lonely hallway towards his sexless bedroom, his sexless life. And then towards the erotic shape of Evelyn's ass bent over as she dusted a window-seal. It had been so long, he needed it so very badly, he resolved to make his move it was now or never. He stood up quietly, his cock stirring to life with anticipation; he slowly stalked her innocent form, moving up behind her as she ignorantly dusted the blinds. He felt his cock struggling against his pants, sweat beaded on his forehead, desire engulfed any remaining doubt as he reached around he clasped his hands firmly on her half exposed breasts, squeezing them as he kissed the back of her lovely neck and pressed his longing cock as deep into her ass as the fabric would allow.
***
Leaving the flowing green hills of Ireland had been one of the hardest things she had ever done. But there were no jobs for her there, anywhere, and her poor family was in desperate need of coin. On a reckless gamble she moved to America to find employment, she left everything behind for the thin hope of a better life in a foreign land. It hadn't gone well. She had looked everywhere for work, but no one wanted a 21 year old immigrant girl with no experience. Soon Evelyn was living on the streets, destitute of hope; a failure to herself and her family.
That's when Mr. Crow had found her and offered her a wonderful job; he even let her stay in the guesthouse beside his home. Suddenly everything got better, she was able to send much needed money home, and she was able to take responsibility for her own life. The job was like a dream come true.
Mrs. Crow was a very attractive but aloof lady, who Evelyn had learnt early on, had a multitude of affairs. In Evelyn's first week on the job she had walked in on Mrs. Crow sucking the hearty cock of the neighbor's college aged son as he thrust his hips into her face moaning. Evelyn surprised had tried to shut the door and leave, but Mrs. Crow pulled the cock out of her mouth and demanded Evelyn never speak a word of it to Mr. Crow, or else she'd find herself fired.
Evelyn shuddered, remembering the threat, she could do nothing that would threaten her job, it was too precious. Not long after, Mrs. Crow began ignoring Evelyn and Evelyn learned to avoid rooms Mrs. Crow would 'use' during the day. No, the real interest of her job was Mr. Crow, the kindly man who had given her the job. She found him handsome and friendly, often charming and always refreshing. He obviously had some sort of boyish crush on her, he always stared at her with such hunger, like a starving man would stare at a steak, and he even started to touch her in very suggestive ways.
At first she found it uncomfortable, but soon she began to enjoy it; she relished his attention, getting excited at even the thought of his touch. She felt bad for him, the way his wife treated him, she thought she could do far better if ever given the chance. But she knew that would never happen, what would a wealthy attractive middle aged man see in some young clumsy immigrant girl? She shook her head sadly as she dusted the curtains, a girl can dream though, she thought, a girl can dream.
Suddenly she felt strong experienced hands squeezing her tender lonely breasts. She felt a wet warm mouth against her neck and massive bulge pressing into her ass.
"Oh Mr. Crow" she moaned.
"I need you, I have to have you. Tonight you do my bidding" he whispered into her ear as he continued to fondle her breasts and rocked his thighs into her. Her head fell back as his soft hands expertly worked her breasts, his probing fingers flicking her hard nipples just below her suddenly slutty dress.
