’ ‘How do you mean?’ ‘Well I don’t know how to explain really. It’s like there are times…lots of times in fact, when the maid seems more... like my wife than my wife does.’ Rob pulled a face. ‘What the hell’s that supposed to mean?’ ‘I know it sounds ridiculous doesn’t it. Sometimes, when I am around the maid I just feel it somehow. Like I am with my wife. Yet when I am with my wife, it doesn’t feel the same.’ ‘That’s you fantasising mate. You get off on thinking your wife as the maid.’ He. "For the next ten minutes I walked her around and she got to look into all the top tanks and finally she said that I could put her down. I eased her down and she said, "That was interesting. Do you know that you are the only man who has had his head between my legs since I married my husband?" Then, almost as an afterthought, she added "And even he doesn't do it much."I grinned at her and said, "Hey, it's too bad you were not wearing a skirt. If you had been I still would have done it, but I. I felt myself get harder. Her hands quickly worked my belt, and she said, ‘Penthouse B’. I quickly hit the button. The elevator started to move and she dropped my suit pants down to my ankles, stroking and caressing my rock hard member with her soft hands. I moved the thin straps of her dress over her shoulders and down her arms, anxious to see her fantastic tits up close. She broke the kiss and looked down. ‘Did I do that?’ she whispered. ‘I’m pretty sure you did.’ She shrugged the straps off,. I reached down with one hand to play with my swollen clit as he fucked me. I was getting so close to the edge. I could never remember being this horny before. I had never been driven to orgasm so quickly before. I don't know if it was the idea of finally being fucked by a black dick or his skill as a lover that was getting me so hot. Probably a little of both.I moaned and begged for him like a dirty little slut. I was getting closer and closer to the edge until I finally exploded all over his.