The story line which I liked very much, is by Prowler M (aka hunt.goodtime) and all credit must go to him for the idea. He gave me permission to edit it into a more western version and also permission to submit.
When I got married, like all men I was incredibly horny, so needless to say at every opportunity I would fondle and grope my beautiful wife Mana all over her body. Initially she used to jump with shock every time I would sneak behind her and just grab her hard. In those days, there were just the two of us in the small apartment we had decided to rent rather than live with my parents. Since there was nobody else, we developed carefree habits, where in my wife would even be in her panties and bra while cooking in the mornings. I would just walk in nude, pull the panties down and have her over the breakfast counter, in my favourite position of entering her from behind.
After several months when my business had really taken off in the private security world we moved to a large detached property. I had spotted a niche market for a failing division of my father's electronics empire. My wife decided to hire a maid, even though she actually enjoyed the housework. Our ever-improving status demanded she spent more time on charity work and helping lesser mortals in the world. By sheer chance Sachin my oldest brother, mentioned that his best friend was moving back to India and could not take his long serving Romanian maid with him. We didn't know the woman, but she had excellent references, so Mana interviewed and hired the widow at her place of work, but I insisted I vet her too. Her husband, a mercenary - had been killed in the Serbian/Bosnian war and she had since remarried and tragically her second husband and their two month old daughter had recently died in a road accident when a bus had overturned on a mountain pass while they were visiting family. She had escaped unhurt although slightly scarred but quite traumatised Sachin's friend had noticed.
She said that she was desperate to work to support her large family in her own country having very demanding in-laws and was seriously in need of a job. When she arrived at our house to see if she would fit in and appreciate the property we lived in, I saw that while she was not young, she was very attractive in an earthy kind of way with long, glossy black hair and a swarthy complexion, the tint of which almost matched Mana's brown but more refined tones. Her build also was similar to my wife but her breasts were larger – bearing in mind that Mana takes a 38 C cup brassiere, which I could determine even through the loose and flowing full length ethnic gowns which were very colourful but faded. She agreed to be a "live-in maid", with us providing food and shelter. Anca, for that was her name requested that a percentage of her salary be deposited in a bank and a small agreed amount left with us so she could take money as and when required. She left with my agreement to her employment, much to Mana's obvious relief and said that she would come back in a week's time to join our household.
During the time we were expecting our new maid to arrive, I was away in the Midlands on business but kept in touch with Mana on a daily basis. The day I returned home, my wife had indicated that she might not be there in the evening when I come back, as she was possibly going to a movie with her friends in the neighbourhood. I reached home at 6pm and entered the house. I heard some noises and stepped towards the rear portion of the house and I was pleased that I could see my wife in her favourite, peach coloured silk nightie, washing something in the kitchen sink. The globes of her buttocks were wobbling seductively beneath the thin material.
To give her a surprise, I quietly went to my bedroom, removed my business suit, shirt, tie and socks, kept on my boxer shorts and quietly came down, crept behind silently, grabbing her by the waist, pulling her close, my head on her shoulder with her cheeks close to mine and although slightly surprised yet delighted she wore no brassiere, I grabbed her breasts and tweaked her nipples. Suddenly, I felt the heavy full breasts to be much larger and the nightie around the nipples getting wet. It was then I realized something was wrong, coupled with the fact that the voluptuous warm body in my grasp was wriggling energetically. I pulled away and to my shock and horror I realized it was not my wife but Anca. The shape, the nightie and the long thick lush plait of hair had deceived me.
When I released her and she whirled to face me, my eyes went straight to her thrusting boobs, noticing very obvious wet spots on the nightie over her nipples, the wet areas growing in size. The simple woman, obviously distressed but subservient stayed mute and looked up at me warily as I asked what she was doing, when did she come and most importantly, and what was she doing in my wife's nightie. She explained that she arrived earlier in the day. As all her clothing was grubby and in a poor state, she didn't have any good clothing, my wife gave her the nightie.
I apologized to her, explaining that I really thought it was my wife. Again and again I said sorry to her, although she was growing calm about the situation, maybe reluctant to challenge her new employer. She also understood the circumstances and said that we should just forget about the incident and not tell anybody. I agreed and immediately left for my room. I was curious about the wet spots that had developed when I pinched her nipples and grabbed her breasts. I smelt my hands and to my shock realized it was milk. I then remembered that the maid having had an infant daughter was in full milk production. It intrigued me, as Mana and I had not yet gone down the road of starting a family. I sucked on my fingers. It smelt and tasted like Glaxo milk formula, which I recalled from helping my brother Raal when his wife bore twins.
I madly sucked my fingers imagining drinking from Anca's breasts, my imagination in full gear and my horny state even more aroused not having had sex for several days. I also, as Mana wasn't around to take a belly load of stored up cum, got some photos I had taken of my wife's cunt, pulled out my dick and wanked it hard, splattering a huge load of cum into a tissue. That night, on her welcome return, my wife enjoyed the vigorous sucking I did on her breasts, me imagining my maid and Mana surprised and happy about my horny desires for her body. After we had fucked in many positions, she had bite marks all over breasts, her dark bulbous nipples were sore and painful with almost an hour of sucking I did.
Next day was Saturday, I was at home. Anca was wearing one of her old torn gowns, which was tight and I could see clearly that with her being bra less, her tits were struggling to break free. There were also wet spots in the nipple areas. My wife asked her as to why she was not wearing the clothes she gave to her. Anca mumbled something incoherent, which Mana heard, shook her head and turned away losing interest and the servant turned and gave me a slight smile and a lowered fleeting glance indicating what was happening on her breast. I also smiled back. The hard, large nipples and the milk, its smell and taste were still fresh in my mind and didn't need the visual prompt although it was very erotic.
Sachin, who was very wealthy, having been in father's empire much longer than I had often suggested that I go some clubs with him, where we could pick up blondes and party with them and fuck them. I was still in throes of being newly married and only had eyes for Mana, but the conference I had been to recently had a lot of illicit goings on between executives and their secretaries, not a lot of which was hidden, although I never succumbed. Suddenly this east European woman had unlocked the usual male desires in me, purely with the heft and wetness of her big hanging tits. It gave me ideas. One of them was try a new product of ours within the private confines of the house.
I was ready for a try and fuck Anca, thinking a few pretty presents would be easy persuasion on her simple peasant mind but I wanted to examine her more closely, which kicked in the other idea. I installed some tiny wireless hidden cameras in the bedroom and bathroom. They were motion activated and I would get to see her in private, doing things like dressing and undressing, washing, showering and going to the toilet. The other idea was simpler. I went online and bought some maternity bras and secreted them in my home office. I was determined to have Anca and this could be a route to her pussy. They were very sexy lacy bras, not from the high street chain Mothercare, but I checked them out for help on size indicators. In the end, while I enjoyed looking at the images, I had to guess her size, not easy and bought 40D.
I also needed to see whether Anca was also pliable and therefore approachable. I started with by hanging out in just boxers whenever my wife was out. Occasionally I would let my cock hang out and give a clear view of that to Anca whenever she
brought snacks to my office or was sweeping the floor etc. Initially, Anca was shocked but never complained and over a few days spread over some weeks, she got very used to my genital exposure.
As luck would have it, having a live-in maid gave a lot of freedom to Mana, who is an outgoing person and she went out a lot with her friends as well, leaving Anca and me alone in the house. Over time Anca got more comfortable with me, she would chat about her life, her sorrows in losing her daughter and the double tragedy inflicted on her. I was getting extremely comfortable with having her around, in that I was enjoying huge wanking sessions watching videos of her full, still maternal body in its most intimate moments in what she assumed was private. Her documents stated that she was forty-two years old. She certainly wasn't in the first flush of youth, where Mana and I were in our late twenties and I revelled in watching her thick bottom, the overhang of her chubby belly, the sway and wobble of her huge titties and the thick black matt of hair that covered a large vee area at the pit of her stomach. I also noticed that in all the times she got dressed in front of the camera, she never put any panties on. I had sneaked into her room a few times before the covert equipment went in and while I never found a pair of panties, I was gratified to find that my guessed bra size was exactly right, although Anca's underwear such as bras and slips was extremely tired, slack and greying.
I would occasionally give her a pat on the back, touch her shoulder reassuringly or sometimes wipe the tears away. I told her that her probation period was over and she would live permanently in the house with Mana and I and as a personal gift from me, a private – between her and I, gave her the fancy nursing brassieres. She was quite overcome with emotion as she fingered the soft beautifully designed undergarment.
I daringly suggested if she liked what happened with the nightie on her first day she should wear it, and I will know what to do. She just smiled at that and left, leaving me very tense as to how she would react to that. Eagerly awaiting her, next morning, to my disappointment she came in her worn, now clean gown and blouse. It was a Saturday and my wife had planned a charity lunch outing with her friends. I wanted to fix some broken light fixtures in the house and decided to stay indoors.
A few minutes after my wife left, Anca came to the hallway and told me through a door that she was done with the kitchen and other house responsibilities and asked whether I needed any help. I declined and was busy with changing the tube light fixtures and cleaning the ceiling fan in my bedroom. Some 30 minutes later, Anca bravely entered my domain and again asked whether I needed any help. When I looked down, I got a shock; she was wearing my wife's nightie. She also had a big smile on her face.
