It was vacation time. Time to let go, let loose, and ring the bell. Ulysses and Amber had been married for ten years. He was a business executive; she was a high-end real estate agent. They were a successful couple living in a five-bedroom house with a well-manicured lawn bounded by a white picket fence.

Their two children went to private schools that Amber always took the time to chauffeur them to in her Mercedes. Life was good. As their birthdays were two days apart in June, they always went on holiday together to celebrate, leaving the kids at home. This year, they chose to go to Cannon Beach, on the scenic coast of Oregon, where the waves are wondrous and the sunsets spectacular. They booked a suite at the Stephanie Inn, the best hotel on the beach, gladly paying the $1200-a-night rate to relax for eight luxurious days at this beautiful resort.

It was a tradition for the couple to do something daring with a kinky flair during their vacations. In prior years they had had threesomes with both male and female additions, gone to exotic bdsm clubs, and even made a porno movie at a studio in which Amber, the consummate actress, seduced a priest. They were all memorable events. Therefore, when she asked for a particular scene for her birthday, her husband felt obligated to satisfy her whim.

On the fifth day of their stay, Amber's birthday, Ulysses walked out into the hall in his robe at 10 am. The housekeeper's cart was five doors down. He approached her when she came out of the room she was cleaning.

"Excuse me, Miss, I was wondering if I could please ask you to do something for my wife on her birthday? It's a very simple task that will take no more than ten minutes. I will pay you $100 in cash if you will agree to do it."

"Sir, my English is not very good, so I don't know if I understood you. You want to pay me to do what work?"

Ulysses looked at her name tag: Jiji Yat-Sen. He assumed she was Chinese, around thirty years old, an immigrant with a strong accent and a pleasant personality. For a moment, Ulysses thought of calling off the plan, concerned that an awkward conflict might develop, but his priority had to be to please his wife.

"All you need to do is walk into Room 317 down the hall in a few minutes. Come in, stand in front of the TV, and look at my wife for ten minutes. You don't need to do or say anything. Just watch her. You can then leave. I tell you what, I'll give you $150 right now if you'll do it. No one will know. If anyone looks for you, I will tell them I asked you to help us in our room."

Jiji was uncertain, but she knew it was policy that she help guests with any reasonable requests. "You want me to walk in and just look at her? That's it?"

"Yes, that's it."

"Okay, Sir, I can do that. I will be ready in a few minutes."

"Very good. Here is your tip. Thank you." He handed her $150.

Five minutes later, Jiji knocked twice on the door, announcing, "Housekeeping!" as she entered. The dedicated employee then walked over and stood before the large-screen TV.

Ulysses was on the bed with his opened robe still on, screwing Amber doggie style. She was naked with her head down, breathing heavily, as she received a stiff rhythmic pounding from behind. She waited a moment before lifting her head to look at Jiji.

They connected immediately, gazing into each other's eyes. At first, both maintained an enigmatic demeanor, staring at each other, trying to decipher what the other was thinking. The game was afoot. Amber felt wicked and sinful on the bed being fucked with this total stranger locked into viewing the act. It was a powerplay on her part, a white woman of privilege flaunting her status that she believed entitled her to force an inferior to watch her having sex, a twisted demonstration that the witness must keep secret.

This highbrow reveled in the feeling that she could use class power to display her perverse desires without fear of repercussion. A slight grin, a Mona Lisa smile, crossed her face, expressing the pleasure she felt as did the momentary closing of her eyes in an initial low-level orgasm. After opening them back up, the exhibitionist resumed staring at the hired servant while her passion continued to rise.

Ulysses also stared hard at Jiji as he rocked back and forth, but his affectation differed from his partner's. There was guilt written on his face, almost a begging-for-forgiveness look, as he didn't like how this scene was playing out. He believed the maid was steeped in innocence and that this act he was participating in was a corrupt use of bourgeois power. But he could not refuse his wife, not only because it was her birthday but because he almost always bowed to her dominant desires. It was part of their dynamic together. There was a tinge of disgust in his eyes. He hoped that their victim might see his inner conflict.

Jiji could see him in her peripheral vision and did correctly read the look he was giving, but she would not focus on him as she felt compelled to fulfill the bargain she had agreed to. However, she perceived the powerplay and would not show submission. Her tack was to be stoic, to show no emotion or expression, to stare vacantly at this woman who was disrespecting her.

Jiji thought that Amber was a  "mugou": the Mandarin word for a rich bitch with no class. She wanted to tell the couple that their sex was boring, but she remained silent, as agreed. She watched as Ulysses stepped up the pace, grunting as his groin slammed into Amber with a repetitive slapping sound. The recipient succumbed to a stronger orgasm that forced her eyes to close and her head to drop. She screeched as her juices drenched her lover's cock, but he did not come. As her climax ebbed, she looked back up at the maid, hoping to discern envy, but none was in evidence.

Intensity slows time, but ten minutes went by in ten minutes. Jiji looked at her watch to see she was on overtime but no longer getting paid. She walked away, leaving the pair to their unfinished business.

The seventh day at the beach was Ulysses' thirty-ninth birthday. The duo had several extravagant activities planned to celebrate the special day. Amber awoke at 8:30, rolling over to give her husband a good morning caress, but he wasn't there. She assumed he had gone to the bathroom but then heard him breathing loudly in the den of the three-room suite. She got up to see if he was all right.

When she entered the room, she was stunned to find her husband standing in his robe with Jiji naked on her knees before him sucking his cock. They were positioned in such a way as to give Amber a perfect side view of the action. She stopped a few feet away, shocked into speechlessness at this obviously-planned surprise ambush. Ulysses was getting his kink birthday gift. The golden girl was pissed off but realized she could not create a scene as it was his turn to play out a desired scenario. She had to take it. The smirk on her husband's face told her that he knew. They both accepted that later, there would be some angry sex to settle the issue, but for now, Amber needed to keep quiet and acquiesce.

She looked down at Jiji. The staid company uniform had hidden her body in her prior appearance, but now, in her birthday suit, her sensuality was apparent. Her supple olive skin had a sheen that reflected the soft sunlight beaming in the room, while her toned muscles added to the seductive curves of her sleek frame. Her well-shaped breasts were firm, bouncing rhythmically to match her back-and-forth motions. With long black hair hanging freely down past her shoulders, this hotel housekeeper now had the aura of an Asian Aphrodite, a complete package whose talent matched her beauty, an evaluation the other two players in the room could now attest to.

Amber watched in amazement as Jiji gave her man head. Her movements were fluid and vigorous. Her head bobbed back and forth as seven inches of pulsating cock was deep-throated with authority. Gobs of saliva oozed out the sides of her mouth as her lips slid smoothly down his shaft before suctioning the skin on the way back up. Her fingers expertly massaged his balls, adding to the mounting force of the stimulation. He could not hold out for long as she could easily overcome all resistance.

"God, she is incredible! Why can't you give blowjobs like this? Watch and learn! Fuck! She sucks cock so fucking good! So fucking good! God, it's good! Bitchfuck! Oh god! Oh god!" Ulysses taunted his powerless partner.

The distressed wife watched as her husband accelerated into sexual ecstasy. She wanted to scream at and curse him, but she played the game, standing there with fury in her eyes. But sexual jealousy turned her on. She restrained her voice, but she could not control her fingers which slid down into her crotch, pressing and rubbing her clit, quickly bringing herself to a state of great arousal.

She could not wait for the angry fucking that would come later. As she watched her husband launching into a mind-bending orgasm, Amber fell to her knees, squirting on the carpet as her climax wracked her brain, bringing her close to unconsciousness.

As Jiji pulled her mouth off, she squeezed Ulysses' testicles hard, which caused him to fall back onto the couch in pain. She had no sympathy. She dressed quickly into her uniform that had the $300 tip she received for today's extra chores in its pocket. The proud worker stared at Amber once last time with a Boddhisatva smile before walking out, leaving the pair to their unfinished business.