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"Oden the bardling averred
His muse was the bum of a bird,
And his Lesbian wife
Would finger his fife
While Fisherwood waited as third."
-author unknown

She came highly recommended, with references and a resume that greatly impressed me. The children loved her, my wife was thankful of the excellent work she did, and I was able to spend more time with my work. The maid also entered my family and began to systematically control or terrorize everyone in the household. It was a warped and demented person that used every device available to her to manipulate me and my loved ones.

Tiyar was gorgeous. And because of that simple fact, perhaps I gave her too much latitude. My wife was the one that actually hired her - Linda was very impressed with the young woman. Everything was going fine for several months; the new live-in maid was perfect. Life between me and my wife was renewed. And my two kids seemed happy with the maid, and the intoxicating feelings their parents radiated. My wife even phoned the references, and they all were impeccable and just a little impressive. And the months after she moved in proved that our patience and diligence in looking for the perfect maid seemed to pay off when we found Tiyar.

When things began to change, it wasn't anything huge or obvious, just simple little intuitions that became more and more apparent. For instance, my teenage daughter seemed to be infatuated with the new woman in the house and followed upon every word and action the maid did, while I noticed my wife was becoming the direct opposite, looking upon the brown-skinned beauty with contempt and disgust, though she had yet to mention her feelings and I don't know why her feelings had changed about the maid. In truth, I was the last to realize what was going on in my own house.

"Sir, I found this note in the garbage. Is it yours?" The dark brown innocent-looking eyes of Tiyar awaited my answer as she held out the crumpled paper to me.

"Thank you." I took the note and read it. It was from my business partner, that an important meeting had been rescheduled and was to start... an hour ago! I could not control the anger in my voice. "Did you take this note Ti?" I often called her this, as she had asked me to during the first week she began work.

"No, Mr. Simons." And I believed her - it was written in my wife's handwriting.

"God damn it all to hell!" I spun about and slammed my hands upon my desk. I forgot the maid standing at my flank. Since I missed the meeting, my company probably lost the chance we had for a huge account, and a large amount of revenue. Why would Linda throw out a message that I hadn't received yet?

I spun about to go out to the backyard where my wife was taking in some sun. Instead I discovered Ti kneeling before me. Her head was down as she picked up the mess I had made that morning while working. From the angle that she was I could see directly down the front of her dress to her ample bosom. The naturally brown skin tantalized and stunned me for a brief second. I, of course, had noticed that the maid was a very beautiful young woman, but usually my appraisal was less than energetic. The large firm mounds swayed beneath her as she reached and grabbed the small bundles of garbage, a sight that greatly incensed me. I could see much of her breast, minus the sight of her nipple, a part of her upon which I eagerly imagined.

After several enjoyable moments of this sight, she looked up directly into my eyes, her hands and knees still upon the floor. Silence. I was extremely conscious that my knees were spread and she was but an arm's reach from my crotch, while her face was level with my lap.

"Honey?!" It was Linda.

It took a few seconds before I answered, all thought of the crumpled note gone, just the silent beauty kneeling before me with my thoughts. "Yes?" Ti stood and immediately took the garbage pail out of my den. My wife entered seconds after, dressed in a see-through summer wrap which revealed her one-piece swimsuit underneath. "Oh..." I was startled by her sudden appearance.

"Hi, dear. Did you get some work done?" It wasn't really a question since she knew the answer to that query. "I was wondering if you want me to get you anything from the market?"

I barely understood the words that she spoke as my attention was centred upon her chest. The sway of it hypnotized me and demanded my action, as I enjoyed my wife's bosom reminiscent of Ti's. I stood suddenly and pulled my wife to me, my mouth immediately pressing against hers. I was hungry for relief; also, I wanted to taste her sun- warmed soft breast. This was not as unusual or uncontrollable an emotion as it seems, since when we were first married I often lost control of my senses and thought with my lower head, though I had not given this type of demanding attention to my wife in over ten years, and she wasn't prepared for my animal hunger.

My sight was filled with the sway of Ti's brown- skinned breasts and my own wife's soft chest even as my hands pulled the straps down from Linda's shoulders revealing her left white boob. My salivating mouth encircled her nipple. I didn't notice my wife's nervousness or surprise at my actions. She didn't resist me, but she also didn't help me any. The only thing that escaped her lips, was a simple "oh", when my tongue flicked her hardened nipple.

I spun my wife about and pressed her down onto the top of my desk. Quickly I pulled the crotch of her bikini to the side and held it wide as I freed my cock. I sunk my manhood deep within her in a single lunge. My passions rushed my actions and I pressed my wife's shapely legs to her chest giving me direct access to her love channel. She moaned and rotated her hips, while I was in a frenzy as I pounded into her again and again. Linda began to squeeze her own exposed breast, the other hand moving down between her spread legs to flick her blood-enlarged clitoris.

My surprised wife orgasmed even as my own shot deep within her. I fucked her as an animal, and she in turn enjoyed my actions. My life-giving juices shot out of me even as I noticed a movement from the still-open doorway. Linda had her eyes tightly closed as she spasmed in sexual relief, and didn't notice my movement nor saw the maid standing in the door watching our nuptial coupling. Ti was rhythmically squeezing a large breast above her clothes while the other hand rubbed outside her covered sex mound. I was startled and excited at the sight of my maid as she viewed my enjoyment with Linda.

My wife's voice caused the maid to turn quickly and leave the open doorway, while my attention was again returning to normal and I looked deep into my wife's happy eyes. "I guess you don't want anything from the store?" I hadn't the energy to laugh.

I hadn't forgotten the intoxicating sight of my maid's upper breast., nor the gentle sway they had undergone as she moved before me. And the sight of Ti's excitement as she rubbed herself before me and my wife was embarrassing, not to say damn exciting. Thank goodness Linda hadn't noticed. In fact, after our torrid encounter in my study, she had a renewed vigour and energy with me. Perhaps I should become a sexual beast more often with my wife.

Nothing was said between Tiyar and myself about that afternoon. We acted as if nothing had ever happened. Yet our eyes would sometimes meet and a silent communication would pass between us. A few times I had caught her eyes upon me, attempting to pierce my clothing. I was also doing the same towards her. Things would have continued from that point if I didn't walk in on Ti as she was masturbating.

It was the Sunday after her witnessing my nuptial coupling and the house was quiet when I got home from golf. I had thought everyone gone, even Ti since it was her day off, but I was standing in the hallway browsing through the Sunday Paper when I noticed movement from down the hall leading to the kitchen. Actually, once I stuck my head around the corner I determined the movement had come from the breakfast nook and not from the actual kitchen. And what I saw startled me, even after seeing my maid's hunger as she watched me and Linda.

Ti was sitting before the large bay window that lead out to the backyard, her right side facing me. She was sitting in the large comfortable chairs Linda had wanted so badly, and had her naked feet placed up on the window sill. The long brown smooth legs were uncovered and lead right up to the edge of her oversized tee-shirt, the knees well apart. She was almost laying horizontal in that chair, but her face was staring out the window, directly at my wife's bikini-clothed body. That was a shock, but when Ti moaned and clenched her unseen crotch with both hands, I was truly amazed.

Perhaps Ti had not been excited at seeing me the other day, but my wife! I wasn't sure if I should be disgusted or turned on. Ti was a very beautiful woman, and the fact that she was interested in my wife's body instead of mine puzzled me. I could barely see Linda out in the yard, laying face down upon the huge towel, her body glistening with tanning lotion and sweat, the sun darkening her pale skin. She too looked attractive.

Again Ti moaned, one arm moving faster upon her crotch than the other. I could just make out the faint noise of her juicy vagina as its folds were being manipulated. As I stood dumbly in the hallway, Ti brought up one hand, covered in her sexual secretions and sucked on the fingers one at a time, being sure to get every drop. She then used the same hand to begin to pinch her nipples through her tee-shirt. Her bottom began to rotate upon the chair, in time to her moaning and heavy breathing, yet her eyes never left the naked limbs of my wife.

Linda, meanwhile, was unaware of the audience she had, but lay contented before the pool, a few feet from the large window. She was reading one of those trashy novels housewives seem to purchase often. Her feet were waving about in the air as she was raised up on her elbows. Her breasts hung down in the slim bathing suit, and from the angle she was at I could see almost all the way to her navel. A tall glass with a drink sat next to her, and she reached out to wipe the sweat from the clear cup. She rubbed the moisture upon her upper chest and forehead. Linda did indeed look delicious, and I may have lingered to enjoy the sight of her if Ti had not.

The maid's enjoyment was reaching a climax, her body was quivering uncontrollably now, her calf muscles jumping in excitement, the sounds of pleasure loud against the silence of the house. Ti stiffened noticeably while her body became like a statue for several lengthy seconds. Her climax shot throughout her body, and then she began to relax and enjoy the sexual after effects. It took a long time for her to get her body back under control.

Ti suddenly turned her head and looked directly into my eyes. Without any emotion upon her face she looked down upon my bulging crotch and appraised my covered organ. She stood, and for a brief second I wondered if she would come towards me, yet she promptly disappeared about the corner towards her bedroom.

The breakfast room smelled faintly like a woman's sexual heat, and I stood before the large window at the close proximity of my wife as she lay still unaware of what had just transpired. Out of the corner of my eye, I again saw movement, but so enthralled was I in what I had just seen, I didn't realize it was from the opposite direction than Tiyar had departed to.

I had come to the conclusion that the sight I had witnessed had been a damn turn-on! Watching the beautiful Tiyar masturbating was stimulating enough, but in addition the idea that what had prompted her action was my wife's near-naked body was extremely exciting. That night as I lay next to my sexy wife, my cock pounding back and forth in her wet hole, my vision was filled with Ti. I fantasized about my maid, and the erotic sight of her masturbating while my near-naked wife lay unsuspecting near by.

Though things about the house seemed to return to "normal", I treated Tiyar the same as I had before my sight of her enjoying herself. If anything, my wife noticed the difference just by the amount of sexual attention she was receiving. Almost daily I would point my active imagination upon my unsuspecting, but pleased, wife. I didn't think I would again enjoy such a high sex drive now as I had when I was still in my late teens. So Ti was responsible for my marriage becoming almost better than ever.

On one occasion Ted and Sherry, our neighbours, came over for supper and drinks. It was a usual occurrence, happening about once every month. The five of us, including Ti, sat about eating the delicious Italian cuisine and chatting normally. Everything was normal.

I felt a light touch upon my right side, next to my trouser zipper. Thinking I had dropped something in my lap, I glanced quickly down and saw a small thin brown-skinned hand reaching for my zipper. Like a flash I forced myself to look up, and not at Ti, who was busier than anybody actually realized at that table. I grasped her small hand in my beefy paw just as she found the clasp to the zipper. She didn't resist as I pushed that hand firmly away from my lap.

Again, she reached for me, and again I forced her hand away from me. I quickly glanced to my side and saw that she was chatting with my wife and Sherry, while Ted looked on and listened dutifully. This time when her hand found my zipper, I didn't resist. Perhaps it was the many nights of fantasizing or the sheer lust I had for my young maid. The zipper barely resisted her attempts and I felt a breeze well within my trousers, before slim cold fingers fumbled with my the fly on my boxer shorts.

I couldn't resist tensing up when her cold fingers found my flaccid sex, but thankfully no-one noticed my discomfort. Quickly, she rhythmically squeezed my cock until it quickly hardened. Again I glanced down, the sight irresistible, her thin fingers attempting to circle my throbbing member. The fingers warmed quickly upon my penis, and she slowly moved it up and down, stroking me expertly. I didn't resist, nor did I help, I just sat their and enjoyed it.

Across the table, my wife looked over at me and smiled happily. Seconds later, Ted began to question me about business, and I animatedly chatted with him. Up and down the fingers went, and my mind began to drift. Just when I thought it prudent to discontinue, Ti withdrew her hand from my raised pole and grasped my hand discreetly, pulling it to her lap. She was wearing a loose summer skirt and I found the hem raised to her waist. My maid placed my hand directly between her warm thighs and right upon her wet hairless uncovered crotch. I almost lost my supper. She returned to stroking my cock.

Never before had I felt such a sexy and wet slit. It was a marvel that I explored more out of curiosity than passion. Her natural juices had coated the whole sex mound and her strong inner thighs, which in turn coated my hand. I had to resist the temptation to lift my fingers to my lips to taste and smell her. I could feel the dilemma that she was creating with her stroking fingers upon my cock, and I acted out of instinct as I found and rotated her clitoris. She wiggled with delight, while asking my wife a question about the meal.

I remembered the sight as my wife had lain within sight of my maid's excited eyes, and her reaction. It was obvious to me that she had not thought only of my pretty wife as sexy. The moving fingers were proof of that. I could feel the tension building between my legs and knew this encounter would soon come to a close. As the sperm began to build in pressure, I plunged a single finger into her surprisingly tight sex hole.

I could feel my seed shoot out the head of my cock even while her vagina clasped my fucking finger in a hungry and climaxing grasp. It was one of the most peculiar orgasms I have ever had. Ti and I both climaxed simultaneous, yet neither had a huge come. I for one was attempting to hide my enjoyment from my wife and company, while very conscious of any above table movements. It was a strange orgasm, but fulfilling all the same.

Several moments went by and Ti and I returned our hands to our laps. Unseen by anyone else at the table, my maid daintily lifted her expert hand and licked off two drops of pearly white sperm, smiling at me all the while. I looked into her eyes as I finally lifted and quickly tasted my hand, her juices delicious and her scent strong but highly addictive.

What happened next should be obvious - that I would seek out the maid and become a sexual beast upon her. Yet that is not how it happened. I did seek her out in the darkness of the night, but could not find her in her room or even in any of the obvious places in the house. So I began to hunt the not so obvious places.

I came upon my teenage daughter's room and the slightly open door. The crack glowed with a yellow pale light from within, though not enough to even brighten the hallway where I stood. It was no perverse or demented reason that I stole a peek into my daughter's privacy, just simple interest and casual turn of the head. Inside, my slim pretty young girl leisurely masturbated unknown to her father's sudden surprise.

At first, I was surprised and shocked that my "little girl" had advanced in years and that her own sexuality had emerged, something that I had dreaded and pretended not to notice. Yet my eyes and ears proved that her body was becoming something that a father never wants for his daughter - a woman's body. A wave of guilt ran through me, from my intrusion into affairs that hardly included me. But her slim, strong, tanned limbs enticed and seduced my vision as well as my mind and I stood rooted to the spot, my eyes glued to the long spread legs of my own flesh and blood.

Time had no meaning, it was measured in the movement of my daughter's long shiny wet fingers upon her obviously excited vagina. She was naked, not a stitch of clothing or a blanket hid any part of her from my prying eyes. I would involuntarily lick my lips as I watched the excited young lady arch her back off the bed, and grasp her own young firm breast in her claw like hands. The hand between her legs would move to the enlarged clitoris showing above her glistening slit to agitate it viciously before moving back down to rub up and down the full length of her slightly spread sex lips. Her gasp of self-pleasure echoing in my ears almost deafened me with my guilty lust.

My body was secular to my single sense of sight, yet that sight noticed a movement beneath me. Or rather, just in front and below me. Tiyar's eyes looked directly into my own, her fingers fumbling with my tied-off rugby bottoms. I was shocked to have a witness to my incestuous thoughts, although inaction, and shocked that she obviously cared not. My hardness emerged with a insistent jerk that slapped the young woman on her cheek. With her eyes still looking into my own, she opened her mouth and swallowed two-thirds of my manhood. This time, my own quiet moan of delight resounded in time with my daughter's mounting excitement. The maid closed her eyes and earnestly began to please me. So my vision again returned to my daughter's quickening movements.

The teenager rolled to her side away from me and the doorway, her hips pumping her sex against her wet fingers. She bit into her own pillow to stifle a scream of pleasure. Even as my daughter's orgasm approached, so did mine. A part of me wanted to feel my seed spend at the exact moment my daughter reacted to her own out rush of energy. And with the help of the determined lips and mouth of my hired hand, it would soon be accomplished.

The seconds progressed more quickly than before, much to my disappointment. My daughter returned to laying upon her backside, her legs spread almost horizontal and never once touching the bed. I was amazed at my "little girl's" sexuality, and the emotions she was about to expel was proof of her capacity.

The face bobbing upon my cock mattered little. Ti didn't matter, only her working mouth did, and even then only to produce an orgasm that I had thought too dirty an action to do while being a witness to my daughter's enjoyment. And Ti did an expert job, even though she could not witness what I could see. And as greedy as I was, I am glad that I was the only witness to the beautiful young lady's pleasure.

My cock began to shoot even before I was aware of the fact, so engrossed in my own daughter's orgasm. She clenched fiercely, both her thigh and shoulder muscles quivering violently, even while her teeth ground and her fingers dug into flesh. I thought my darling young girl would hurt herself, for that briefest of moments, until she again collapsed flat upon the bed, her body draped in exhaustion. The last of my sperm was deposited upon the brown skin of my maid's cheek.

I could barely stand, and backed up to lean against the hallway wall. My maid stood triumphantly and pressed her clothed body against my own. Without a word she kissed me passionately, my own taste entering my mouth along with her spearing tongue. The kiss lasted a scant few seconds, long enough for me to feel a gentle ripple in my sex, before my maid stood away from me. She stole my soul with her piercing gaze, then turned and left me alone in the hallway.

Guilty at all that had transpired, I quickly returned to my wife and my bed.

My obsession of Tiyar increased after that incident, her availability seemingly open after our brief encounters. I desired the need to possess her lovely body for my own. My vision was not secular; I did notice that my wife was looking very sexy these last few days, and my daughter was no longer a "little girl". Yet I didn't seek out the attentions of my maid; instead I used my wife as a vehicle of my desire. At least once a day I would feel the need to enjoy my wife's pretty body, and it was always hard and fast.

I hadn't thought my wife needed the attentions of another man, nor did I expect to find her doing so in my own house. Yet that is exactly what I discovered. Or rather Ti gave me forewarning and showed me my unfaithful wife's wicked ways.

The finger at her lips suggested she desired my silence, and I was about to speak up anyway, at least until I heard my wife's voice. I walked silently over to the living room door and looked through the crack that the maid held open. Inside, Linda lay sideways upon the couch, her head on my son's shoulder, her hand upon his lap while he sat facing me, his one arm around his mother, the other nervously clenching a pillow.

Next to me, Ti moved away, allowing me to get a better view while she stood back and watched me. I knew not what they were discussing nor why I was spying upon my family. It appeared they were doing nothing wrong. Yet a gut feeling held me in place.

"So you find her more attractive than me?" It was a strange question coming from my wife, at least when talking with her teenaged son. He shrugged, unsure. "Tiyar is very attractive isn't she?" She was attempting another tactic. My son nodded affirmative. "Then you have had sex with her?" Her voice had an edge. This sent a cold chill down my spine, and I anxiously awaited the response.

My son finally spoke up, "N... no."

"But you think of her when you play with yourself?" I could see his face turn red and nodded, yes. "How about when you fuck me?"

What?!

Linda's words shot spikes through me and I almost collapsed upon the floor. By her own admission she had had sex with our son. Everything I ever thought about my home life was shattered in only seconds. How could this ever happen?

The lad nodded no again and Linda looked relieved. She opened her mouth and sucked his ear briefly, then she whispered something. He smiled hugely and moved his arm around her further and cupped her full breast above her blouse. "Be careful, dear, your father will be home soon. And that tramp is still in the house!" I could hear the venom in her voice when she spoke about Ti. My wife's hand moved up the boy's thigh and cupped his bulging shorts, gripping him in a solid hold. Linda, compared to her maid, was a slut. Any woman that desired, seduced, and fucked her own son could be termed nothing but.

He moved sideways towards her on the couch, "Please, mother!"

Linda giggled then spoke quickly as she bent over into his crotch, "Okay, dear, but make it quick." I could see her nimble fingers unzip his cutoffs; a small hard cock quickly plopped out, pointed right at my wife's mouth. As I would have seen her do to me, she opened her mouth and inhaled his young cock, which caused him to gasp out with pleasure. Her face and head quickened, attempting to produce the teens orgasm as fast as she could. I could hardly breathe, as she mumbled between down thrusts, "You... taste good! I will... suck... as long as... you don't... fuck the maid." I watched as my son grunted then grasped his mother's head in his strong youthful hands and begin to brutally fuck her face. She managed a few more words, "Promise... me... ?"

Just as his words escaped his lips, "I promise, mother", he forced my wife's face flat against his stomach, the whole cock inhaled, while he obviously had an orgasm. His grunts of passion echoed her moans of pleasure. It all ended very quickly and my wife sat back up smiling at our son, while whipping away a drop of his pearl coloured come upon her chin with the back of her hand.

"Don't forget you promised?!" she teased him while standing and lifting the front of her flowing summer skirt. The off-white coloured garment was bunched around her waist and my son's hands reached up and, with a smile, pulled his mother's cotton white panties down to mid thigh. The teen reached around, cupped her round firm ass cheeks in his strong hands and pressed his face into her crotch. She moaned yet again, as a response to his actions. My vision was obstructed since she had moved to stand before my son and the couch, her backside to me. I could see her tan-lined ass rotate even while he roughly manipulated her round bottom. Also, she began to taunt and guide him with words that tore my heart out, and left my love for the woman I married a charred husk of lies and deceit.

"Again... yes dear... fuck my clit... in a circle, yeah right there... ugh huh... yes!" In fact she continuously talked to him through the whole five minutes he was down between her legs. I almost wished I had a better view of the incestuous action. But alas, it also ended with my wife's orgasm, her buttocks rippling uncontrollably, and my son's gasps for air all happening after an eternity of witnessing the degrading and disgusting sights.

Silently as a zombie, I closed the swinging doors to the living room. My actions, and body, were of an automaton. My mind was thinking and remembering the last few moments, while my body slowly returned to my car in the garage. I was about to leave it all at that point, leave my wife and two kids. And yes, even Tiyar. But something held me back. Perhaps it was the fear of the unknown life that I would have had to lead, or the pain of viewing the sight of my wife and my son giving each other oral sex.

Slowly, after an undetermined time, my mind returned to my body. I finally resolved to stay at home, and not intervene until such a time as I knew what the hell was going on.

The next few days were distant, at least with my interactions with other people. I barely spoke to my wife, and never touched her. She, of course, noticed my coldness and inquired into my feelings and thoughts. I just smiled as warm as I could, then allowed her to kiss me. On the cheek. I avoided my daughter - every time I saw her I picture that pretty woman laying upon her bed naked and damn sexy. And, of course, the guilty pleasure I had received just from that sight alone. As for my son, I went out of my way to not see. And for some strange reason didn't blame him for what was going on with my wife. Linda was older, and his mother. She was to blame. I understood that teenagers had raging hormones and would take anything that came along, though I did wonder where the line must be drawn. Tiyar was the only one that I didn't avoid; in fact, I wished she would seek my company more often.

I desired Tiyar's company for a new reason now; I thought she was the only one who knew the tremendous emotions running through me, and I figured I would be able to talk with her. When that moment finally came, she sat down with me, alone in the house, and I talked for almost an hour while she was being the perfect listener, even holding my hand, kissing the fingertips in sympathy for my words. A new rush of desire ran through me, one solely to possess this beautiful and sexy maid. It was stronger than lust before. This time I began to think I was falling in love with Tiyar.

My house was not a comfortable place to live, and my daughter was the first to voice this problem. She cried upon my shoulder telling me that "everyone hated her". Of course I reassured her this was preposterous while at the same time was very conscious of her warm young body fiercely holding me. At that time, I didn't actually wonder why my daughter hadn't gone to my wife for support, as the two of them were usually bound tightly as some mother-daughters were.