She should have seen it coming, the idle island lifestyle, his massive sexual appetite and the nubile attractive native girls with their casual attitude to sex were a recipe for disaster. Coming home early, she had heard the sounds of sex, opened their bedroom door to find one of the islands maidens moaning loudly as she drove her stretched open tight wet cunt hard down on his thick long hard cock. She watched unbelieving as the island girl rode him, sliding her glistening eager pussy up and down his hard shaft, faster and faster, driving it deeper and deeper inside herself. She could tell the girl wanted desperately to cum with a cunt full of hard cock and feel his cum running down the inside of her legs.
Silently, she closed the door, picked up her handbag and walked out the front door forever, Their bank account reduced by fifty percent, she bought a ticket, walked across the tarmac and boarded the plane for home. It wasn't until then that the tears came. He could have had any one of them, as long as she was part of it. Never mind, keep your little island cunt, I'm going home.
Arriving back home and with a sense of irony, she checked herself into the very hotel she used to work at. Ensconced in a suite, she fell naked into bed and cried herself to sleep.
The next morning, purged of her emotions, she took stock of her situation. Well off as she was she would still need to work...what to do?
Unknown to her, her question was about to be answered for her. As she crossed the lobby of the hotel on her way out, she heard a voice calling to her from behind. Turning, she was surprised to see the couple from her previous employers dinner party.
"Hello." said the elderly man, rushing up to her with a beaming smile, his wife in tow. "Do you remember us?" he asked eagerly.
"Yes, I do." she replied, pictures of him between her open legs, licking her wet pussy and then fucking her hard on the dining room table flashing through her mind.
"What brings you here?" he asked.
"I'm just back from living abroad." she told them both.
"Are you working?"
"No, I'm in between jobs right now." she replied. "Just figuring out what to do."
"We could do with some help, isn't that right dear." he said eagerly, turning to his wife for verification.
"Yes, we could do with an extra pair of hands around the house." she told the maid. It was obvious that he was lying about needing a maid and what the job would really entail, but the wife backed up his story regardless. Ever since that dinner party, he had been sexually recharged and she was reaping the benefits. Having the maid around was going to ensure his fire stayed lit and some nice hard cock between her legs.
"When could you start?" he asked with almost boyish enthusiasm, his eagerness to be inside her again so transparent that she was almost tempted to tell him a week just to see his look of disappointment.
"I could start Monday." she told them both. His face lit up and the maid could swear she noticed the front of his trousers swelling.
"Eight o'clock then Monday morning then dear." said the wife, handing the maid a card with their address on it.
"Come on, let's get you home." she said to her husband, taking him by the arm and leading him towards the door. She was smiling too, in his excited state she was definitely going to get some tonight and most probably all weekend too.
The maid was at her new job, promptly at eight o'clock Monday morning. In a lather of excitement, the husband showed her into his study shutting the door behind them.
"It's so nice to have you working here." he told her and went on to explain how she would just be doing menial tasks for him and his wife. The maid knew better.
Deciding to take the lead, she asked if he approved of her new uniform that she had purchased over the weekend, twirling around, giving him a good look at her rear.
"I even bought new underwear. Would you like to see them?" she asked, knowing full well what his response was going to be.
"Yes." he croaked, his head nodding and his heart beating fast in arousal at the thought.
Pulling up the front of her dress she showed him her new pristine white silky panties.
"They are so smooth." she said sliding her hand over them between her legs, watching him gulp hard, knowing she was arousing his old cock.
"Is there anything I can do for you in the meantime?" she asked, gripping the leg of her panties and pulling them aside to reveal half of her perfect shaved pussy.
"Come here." he croaked, frantically wrestling with his belt and zip.
No sooner had he released his swelling cock from his pants, she was on him, pushing him back into his chair and straddling him, Reaching down, she grabbed his manhood and with her panties pulled aside, rubbed the swollen head, oozing with precum over her rigid aching clit. Pressing the head of his cock to her dripping opening she lunged down on him. His rigid cock was just as she remembered it, not long in length but lovely and thick and filled her hungry cunt so nicely.