Diary Of A Wild Maid
Her: look at you… sweet as a pie… you were on fire last night. The tricks you pulled with your tongue while I rode your face were … oh … heavenly. It feels like your tongue is still inside me, slithering like a snake. I made a mess of your face didn’t I? I bet you still taste me whenever you lick your lips.
Him: don’t start. Can’t you hear my wife’s voice?
Her: where are you going with her?
Him: is that supposed to be your business?
Her: I could ask her myself if you won’t answer me. We are kind of … becoming besties these days.
Him: you and my wife? What kind of besties?
Her: girl stuff. We talk about stuff. The emotional shit.
Him: stuff like what?
Her: I will spare you the details. I love your wife. She is pretty, you know. Glossy hair. Pointy nose. Full breasts. And her ass… so thick and round… and inviting. If I were married to her, I would literally eat that ass every fucking day… like watermelon… for lunch and dinner and…
Him: hey hey! Enough! Are you okay? Don’t speak about my wife like that.
Her: why? Getting jealous again? You think I will snatch her from you?
Him: pfft… don’t flatter yourself. She is nothing like you.
Her: is that a dare? I am magic, don’t forget that. There are ways I can touch her… undiscovered places I can kiss her… ways I can make her feel… and she would forget about you.
Him: you are delusional.
Her: oh really? Would you believe she stares at my cleavage? Twice yesterday, she grazed her ass against my groin while we made dinner.
Him: shut up!
Her: actually, now we are talking about dares. I can’t get a picture off my mind since yesterday. My head buried deep between her legs… you thrusting me from behind. We could have a family threesome – you, me, your wife.
Him: what did you just say?