Chapter 1

Due to the tremendous response I got from my story “Cuckqueened By The Maid” and the many requests for more about the characters in that story, I have written further chapter(s) in that story series which I present here. If you haven’t read the three chapters in the original “Cuckqueened By The Maid” story, it is suggested you read them first as it will introduce you to the characters and situation where this story takes off from :)

Maria, our twenty-eight-year-old Hispanic maid was sitting on my bed wearing my expensive thigh-top stockings. What’s more, she had ordered me to kneel and put one of her legs between mine and hump her leg like some kind of sex-crazed dog!

Any other time, with anyone else, the idea would be beyond ludicrous and I would have fired the insubordinate maid and called her company to make sure she never worked as a maid again in this town. But on this occasion, there were extenuating circumstances.

You see the other day I came home from work early after a shitty day of trying to sell houses in a flat real estate market. I was tired and pissed at the waste of the day already but the worst (and best) was yet to come. When I got home I found my husband of nearly thirteen years, Richard, in bed and balls deep with Maria! Both of them were moaning and groaning and carrying on like they were in some cheesy porn flick.

To this day I still don’t know why I didn’t rush in and put a stop to their antics, but something about the situation made me want to surreptitiously watch them for a bit first. I never thought of myself as a voyeur, but I carefully peeked around the corner and watched as my husband, the man I married and had been faithful to all these years, fucked the maid like there was no tomorrow!

She took every inch of my husband’s cock into her cheating cunt happily, telling him how good he felt inside her, how full he made her feel, and how she wanted him to fuck her harder and deeper. Watching and listening to them suddenly began to work on me as well and before I realized it, I was fingerfucking myself right along with them.

Lost in my own lust, I didn’t notice at first when Maria turned to see me watching them. She didn’t say anything at first, but she made damn sure the show was worth watching! She moaned louder and talked dirtier, spurring my husband to fuck her even more intensely. Soon I could tell he was ready to cum and Maria dropped down onto the floor making sure I had a good view of her as Richard laid ropes of white sticky cum across her face and filled her open hungry mouth with his delicious man-cream.

I came along with them, clamping my hand tightly over my mouth to keep from screaming out myself. Then I backed out of the room and went to process what I had witnessed.

I thought at first I had gotten away without being seen but that wasn’t so and Maria came up to me and asked me how I liked the show. I was mortified, of course, but not as much as when Richard came up and I learned he had found out I was watching too!

That was the start of what I would soon learn was going to be a great adventure. As humiliating and devastating as it was to discover that my sexual abilities were pathetically lacking and that I had failed my husband as a woman and lover, it was crucial I understood my shortcomings in order to grow.

To help me in this journey of discovery, Richard and Maria reconfigured our family dynamic – it was determined that I would play the submissive role and Richard would become my Master and Maria, the maid, would now be my Mistress!

As they explained to me, Maria would serve under Richard as his slut, while I would serve both Richard and Maria as the lowest member on the totem pole. Which brings us back to the reason I was on my knees humping the maid’s leg...

“That’s it, Becky, rub that prude pussy on my leg. Hump my leg like the horny bitch you are! Fuck my leg and remember that it was this leg that was wrapped around your husband as he fucked me. This leg was the one that held him tight against my cunt and kept that hard beautiful deep inside me! Oh, God, he felt so fucking good!”

“ohhh...” I couldn’t help but moan aloud at her words. This woman knew how to push my buttons and she was playing me like Steinway piano!

“That’s right Sally Straightlaced ... men get tired of vanilla ice cream all the time. And why wouldn’t they, when there are so many other flavors to try! And Richard likes the way I fuck him – I let him do whatever he wants to me.

“And let me tell you, that man has quite an imagination too! I mean he has done things to me and taken me places that even I never knew existed! You have NO idea what you have been missing girl! But I guess that’s why he came to me ... I am his Baskin-Robbins while you are his store-brand vanilla!”

Maria continued to chide and berate me, telling me how much my husband loved to fuck her, the things he would do to her and how wonderful it felt. She also continued to tell me how pathetic a fuck I must be and how hungry Richard was for something new and different.

Had any other woman talked to me the way Maria did or told me how sorry a piece of ass I was, we would have had the mother of all catfights. I would have clawed her eyes out and ripped her tits off, nailing them on the front door as a warning to the next bitch that wanted my man! But for some reason, Maria’s harsh words and tone did exactly the opposite – I was more turned on than I can ever remember being!

I humped Maria’s nylon-clad leg furiously. I was desperate. I needed to cum and I need it badly. I had been pleasuring Maria, my Mistress, trying to earn the orgasm I needed so badly. I had already submitted to both of them, accepting my place as their slave and now Mistress Maria was testing my resolve dearly.

She had made me lick her ass and tongue her asshole – something I had never done to anyone, even Richard! Now I was humping her leg like some deranged dog in heat! A leg wearing my own expensive $70 a pair Agent Provocateur silk stockings! My mind was on fire almost as much as my pussy from everything that had happened.

“Ohhh God, Mistress! Oh, please, please can I cum? Please, I need to cum!” I pleaded. Maria was right – I was way too straightlaced and prudish. Hell, I never begged Richard to make me cum and here I was pleading with the maid to get me off! But I was begging her ... begging her like some cheap street whore. Debasing and humiliating myself in front of the very woman who I caught fucking my husband in my bed!

“So you want to cum, do you slut? You want me to make you cum?”

“Oh God yes! Yes, Mistress, please! Oh please!” I cried, kneeling in front of this woman, my Mistress.

“Well, I think you should earn your orgasm don’t you? I mean if I gave you an orgasm every time you asked for one, they wouldn’t be very special, would they? Master doesn’t get me off just because I ask him. I have to earn mine, same as you. So get up here and eat my pussy and show me how much you want to cum, slut!” she commanded.

I scrambled to my feet and got into bed, moving around until I was between Mistress’s spread legs. I lay down and looked at the wet glistening pussy in front of me. I could feel the heat coming from her and the musky but delicious smell wafting to my nose. I licked my lips subconsciously. But I paused before diving into the feast in front of me.

“Mistress ... I’m sorry, but I-I’ve never done this before. I mean, except for the other day with you. How do I...?”

“Damn, you are a worthless fuck aren’t you? You can’t make a man happy and now you don’t even know how to please a woman? And you are a woman! Tell me, Becky, how many sexual partners have you had?”

“Only three. One when I was a sophomore in high school. But we only did it a couple of times. I lost my virginity to him. Then there was a boy when I was a senior. We had sex the night of the senior prom. But we went off to separate colleges after we graduated. Then in college, I met Richard. He was the only real relationship I ever had.”

“Damn, Becky, Richard was right – you are right off the farm! I have a niece who is just over sixteen and she has had more partners than you have! Fuck girl, I’m considered to be pretty conservative, and I have had more than three partners in a month! And you are what thirty-one years old? Are you afraid you’ll wear it out or something?”

“No, Mistress it’s just I...” I started to explain that it was because of the way I was brought up ... with my father being a church deacon, I was brought up to believe that sex was a duty to be performed and reserved for the one you married, not something one did with just anybody anytime you felt like having a little fun.

Mistress didn’t want to hear my excuses, though. “Oh never mind. You are not under Daddy’s overbearing thumb anymore. You are not ‘Daddy’s little girl’ – you belong to Master ... although for the life of me, I don’t know why. But that’s Master’s decision and I’m not going to question him about it.

“All I know is that he wants me to help train you to be what he has wanted you to become all along. He has tried to bring you along gently, asking you to try new things, suggesting things to you. But you never seemed to get the hint. So now we are taking a more direct approach. Now, slut, get to eating my pussy – I don’t have all day, you know. Master will be home soon and I have things to do!

Mistress Maria reached down between her legs and grabbed a handful of my long black hair and pulled me forcibly into her crotch, pushing my face hard against her sopping wet pussy.

“Mmmphhmm!” I tried to cry out.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s not polite to talk with your mouth full? Now start munching and show me what you got!” she said, rubbing my face in her wetness. I stuck my tongue out tentatively to taste a woman for the very first time.

Maria didn’t taste bad at all – a lot more pleasant than I had imagined. Sweet and a little bit earthy, but surprisingly delicious and I found myself wanting more almost immediately. I began licking and lapping her pussy with more enthusiasm, sticking my tongue deeper into her as she pushed my head and instructed me to lick her harder.

Richard had licked my pussy a few times before – those times when I was so horny I wasn’t really in control enough to stop him. That was another taboo that my mother instilled in me. “You don’t eat where you pee,” she told me.