In the low light of the master bedroom, leaning forward with eagerness and lust, Matilda watched her husband fuck the maid.
The other woman prostrated herself on hands and knees, struggling for breath as she crouched on Matilda's marital bed with her long black hair falling in front of her pretty face. Young and busty in a flower-print dress, her dusky Latina features glistened with sweat from the wild and strong fucking she received from Tilda's man, whilst the slim and pretty blonde he was married to gazed upon them from the corner. The maid gulped in air between loud, pleasured gasps and gripped the silken sheets with desperation, whilst Bruce's married cock plunged inside her with steady, rhythmic, powerful thrusts.
Resting her chin in the palm of her hands, Matilda smiled.
When they were younger she'd tried to tame his cock, thinking she could make him settle down. She should have known better; after all, hadn't he fucked her away from her last boyfriend? The man was a stud, the sort who craved sex, and was always on the lookout for fresh conquests. He kept her satisfied and was a good provider, but his sexual appetite knew no bounds. And Tilda had made her peace with that. So she sat and watched as he blew the housecleaner's back out.
A good-looking Mexican woman called Angelina, she'd caught Bruce's interest from the moment he laid eyes on her. The interview had been a flirting session as much as anything else as if the Hispanic beauty could sense Bruce's strength and desire. She cleaned, she dusted, she looked good in a cleavage-baring dress, and she offered up her sweet Latina pussy on her second week of work.
It was thrilling to watch them fuck. Tilda watched admiringly at how her husband's muscles rippled, how his large cock stretched out Ange's pussy, at how his big, heavy, load-bearing balls slapped against her dark taint with every stroke. The dusky maid whimpered and cried out as she watched, sweat dripping from her as her brown eyes went wide behind dark lashes, as the rough and capable treatment brought her swiftly to a powerful orgasm.
"That's it, baby," Matilda whispered, "Keep fucking. Fuck her hard, you big strong man. You badass bull. You alpha male. Fuck that sexy maid even harder."
Bruce didn't need telling.
Angelina didn't understand why Matilda liked to watch. If she was married and some girl tried to fuck her husband, she'd kill her and probably him too. But she didn't need to understand to enjoy it. This rich, big-dicked man was giving her working-class pussy orgasms on the regular and a hefty bonus to her wages, and that was fine with her. If his sexy wife wanted to watch? Ange didn't mind, and even hoped she'd do more than watch one of these days. He was both paying her bills and keeping her pussy satisfied, whilst most men she knew would struggle to do either.