By our first wedding anniversary I was not only Jennifer's husband, I was also her maid. Jennifer climbed into the bathtub. She sighed as she lay back... in the hot soothing water. I picked up a loofah and began washing her. I'm not exactly certain when bathing my wife became one of my established duties. Like everything else, it just happened. It started as a prelude to sex, but that changed almost immediately. Jennifer quickly realized that it was a luxury that she enjoyed. Now it's just one of. Above it was a Pink camisole tank top,the straps covering so little that you could still easily make out hertan lines from her and Dave's first encounter. The skirt was short, butnot to the point of being whorish; it came to about an inch above herknees and showed off her gorgeous, tan legs, freshly shaven and smooth. A simple pair of flip-flops completed the look, as she would have madeany college-girl envious.She pulled off her exit and meandered down the streets to Dave's house,a thrill. I got in bed beside her and put my hand over her pussy and just rubbed all over her beautiful, treasure, slowly going over it with first one finger, and then adding a second ... then I took my fingers and pushed inside just a little bit and I realized that not only is she still a virgin, she probably has never had anything in her before, except maybe her own fingers.“That feels fantastic, Rich – Please. Fuck me. Please.”I mounted her and placed my very erect penis right at the entrance to her. ” Julie had no reply, she felt raped as another shred of dignity was ripped away from her. “This is a beautiful arrangement” the milkman said breaking the silence as he watched her pump her fingers into her pussy, “you’re depraving yourself for me so I keep your dirty little slutty secrets, but now I have this encounter to add to the list of sexual acts you’ve performed for your husband’s employees that you don’t want him finding out about”. He sniggered as she glared at him in rage but with.