Fantasy

My wife was out getting groceries. The game is on. Althea, our maid, was cleaning the kitchen. Our routines had not changed in months. Kitty does all the cooking and most of the laundry and Althea does everything else. She's a simple woman, really. She has the body of someone who labors. Strong. Her skin looks soft in her work clothes. Her hair is always tightly wrapped in a bun however today, her hair was loosely pinned and hovering over her shoulders.

I heard a crash in the kitchen with something wobbling on the floor then, I heard Althea say, "Don't worry. It's all fine, Sir. Just a simple glass and bowl". I asked if she needed assistance but the reply is always, "No thank you. Enjoy your game, Sir. I've got this". I heard her sweeping the glass at the same time the bowl stopped wobbling. The cheer from the television took my attention away for a moment. Personal foul, ten yards, shit! Althea walked out the back door to throw away the glass. I heard the screen door slam shut. I'll have to fix that spring soon. When Althea came back inside the house she looked confused. I asked her if she needed assistance, she said she couldn't find the mop. The misses went to the store earlier and that was one of the items she was picking up. I offered my apologies because she would have to clean the floors by hand. She didn't hesitate to grab a bucket and supplies and got straight to work. On her hands and knees, Althea scrubbed the floor. With every push supported by her strong legs and pert backside, I couldn't help but watch her rhythmic motion. I stood in the doorframe of the kitchen with a drink in my hand watching Althea clean my floors.

The way her bottom bounced up and down made my lower region pulse. I shifted my person in an unnatural position so that my arrival wouldn't be as noticable. Her dark skin. Her perfectly smooth dark skin peaking out from her short skirt, I could almost see her delicates. Each scrub to the corners near the refrigerator added another swelling in my nether's. Too many more of these martinis would do me in and I may not be the gentleman I propose. I couldn't help myself take in her remedial task as an invitation. Respectfully, I watched from the enter way to the kitchen admiring her form. My mind went to impure thoughts of what I would do if given the chance to act upon my urges:

When Althea bent over again to reach a spot on the floor, my instincts took over. I walked right behind her and struck her perky backside . . .it bounced. Immediately Althea turned about. I had already bent down to her level and places my martini soaked fingers in her mouth. She wasn't startled. She didn't protest. Althea sucked my fingers with a slight hesitation and a longing. I quickly secured my position behind her undressing my trousers to reveal my John Tomas. Her eyes widen then soften then, devilish. I was given the greenlight, so to speak. 

"Keep looking at me", I told Althea while I lifted her skirt unearthing her delicates. Soft, satin, pink, lace. Reaching towards her, Althea backed up against my hips firmly. After that graceful gesture my hands ran over her hips and down towards her holy place. It was warm. I was overwhelmed with lust. I struck her backside to see that bounce again, my John Tomas pulsed with desire. Releasing my man from my pants proves to be difficult as my excitement began to soar. Fingers caressing warm unmentionables led me to deviant actions. With authority, my man made his mark upon Althea's backside causing her to moan. "You like him punishing you, Althea"? She shook her head in agreement wiggling into my pelvis. Slowly with purpose my hands released her delicates revealing her glory. Absolutely beautiful. Perfect in everyway. Hands immediately slid over folds of delightful pleasures taboo for any man of my stature to behold yet here I am dancing with the devil herself. My John Tomas announced his presence with the business end first greeting her folds in full discovery sliding over every God given gift before me. Althea's moans of delight shook my core. I placed my man into and out from her repeatedly yet slowly. Althea bit her lip and whimpered upon my arrival. The initial thrust was met with Althea backing into me, my eyes rolled in my head in pure extacy. I couldn't control my urges anymore by striking Althea's backside while thrusting in rhythmic timing. Her sounds of pleasure quicken my rhythms. I held onto her hips pulling her into me more, harder, deeper. Althea gasped and moaned for more of me. I could not help myself any longer. I grabbed the back of her hair and pulled towards me, she made an unnatural sound that brought my knees to buckle thrusting harder into her perfect rear end. "Tell me you want more", I said without filter wondering where that voice emerged from. Althea expressed her elations in kind demanding I strike her rear again and again. Complying with her request, I couldn't help how she made me feel which allowed me to continue pulling her hair toward me lifting her torso, revealing her throat. I kissed her dark smooth skin shuddering in almost completion yet I had to have more of her pleasure. I kissed her neck, pulling her hair still, wrapped my fingers around her neck thrusting into her with purpose. 

 "Tell me when you will release your pleasure onto me and I will join your extacy, my dear". Althea began to scream in pleasure toppling over the television bringing me to full arrival holding her throat, pulling her hair, in the middle of my kitchen.

I heard my wife's voice in the distance, " What happened here"?! I turned towards her with an empty martini glass and simply explained, " Althea broke a glass and she was cleaning it up. I came in to offer my assistance. Without hesitation my wife says, while wedging herself between me and the doorframe holding groceries, "she can handle this without you hoovering". I believe she could. (Devilish Grin) 😈