Now when I am writing this story I am regularly fucking my maid Shabana in the absence of my wife. It started before my marriage. This is my little se...cret and will be my next story. Everybody has secrets before marriage and so does Ayesha.One Sunday afternoon I was lying on my bed watching some infidelity movie on TV in the bedroom when Ayesha came and sat next to me. Ayesha was still wearing a nightgown and was looking sexier than ever. My maid, Shabana, was washing utensils in the kitchen.I. Her ass was moving like a windmill, in circles, as he went inside her as deep as he could push, and pulled back as far as he could, without falling out of her. She had a movement to match every one of his, that complimented his efforts. She was bouncing as she had one orgasm after the other. Crying and begging him to "fuck me harder", until he was jarring her with each thrust. On and on he went. A half hour, then an hour. She was screaming with each thrust, and holding him so he wouldn't pull. The frat guys were handing out cups of punch to the girls as they walked in. Stacey was pleasantly surprised by the fruity sweetness of the drink, which she knew was full alcohol because after her first one she was already feeling a strong buzz. It wasn't long before she found herself moving involuntarily to the beat and she found herself drawn into the mist zone to cool off in the mist while she shook her ass. The vibe was strong and Stacey was feeling it, so when she felt a pair of arms wrap. Her pussy hair was immense, a jungle from which a small mountain in the form of her enlarge clit rose from. She reached onto her desk, pulling up a condom. "Hurry - " she moaned, slipping it into his hand. "Please, hurry."Steve rolled the plastic coin between his fingers, then let it drop to the floor. If he was going to fuck her, he had to do it bareback. Just in case - he needed her loyalty, needed to let whatever genetic weirdness work on her to protect Pack him and the other girls. What if.