I took a picture of my maid.

May 2002. When our new maid, Ana, came through the living room door, I couldn't believe what she saw. My wife said she was super recommended by her sister, but I didn't think she was so beautiful and good-looking. It was a brunette, measuring about 1.60, with thick thighs and big, round, firm ass, highlighted by tight jeans. Her breasts, of advanced size, were squeezed into a tight t-shirt and pointed nipples stood out under her bra. His face was beautiful: he had expressive eyes, thick lips and cut his hair very short, which highlighted his smile. He was about 20 years old. I couldn't help but notice her, but she was the maid, and I tried to forget about it. As time went by, however, I couldn't help but repair it, for example when I was washing my clothes, and I passed, with the wet shirt, the perfectly designed firm breasts, to hang clothes on the rope. My eyes with time became more and more incisive, taking care that my wife did not notice. Every once in a while when she was washing dishes, I'd go behind her to the point of almost rubbing my penis in her ass. Until one day it happened. We looked at each other a lot that morning, and by lunchtime, my wife went down to the fair while my daughter slept. She was washing dishes, and my boner can't be controlled anymore. I went over there and pretended to take something out of the closet and leaned my body on yours; my penis, hardened, rubbed your ass very lightly. She stood still. Then I passed my finger slowly on the back of his neck. She turned and looked at me and went to the bottom of the kitchen, looking like she was running away. Stopped, looked at me again significantly and went to the maid's bathroom. Normally I listened to the door lock, but not this time. I didn't think twice. I opened the door. She was standing in the middle of the bathroom, waiting for me. Immediately I embraced her, kissing her thick lips with suffering. My hands ran up your ass and squeezed it tight. She groaned and hugged me hard. I ran my hands through their thighs and our mouths opened as wide as we could, devouring each other. She tangled her right thigh around my leg so our sexes would twitch under our clothes. I whispered to her that we didn't have much time. She didn't answer. You held my penis tight, you opened the zipper in my pants and you fell down. With suffering you can suck it. His mouth was soft and his vigorous movements came and went at the same time as he caressed my testicles. I didn't know how long I had before my wife came back, so I relaxed and let orgasm get closer. When I was near the climax I held your head firmly with my hands and accelerated the movements. I ejaculated hard in his mouth. She swallowed the shit, moaning, and kept sucking, sucking what was left, until my penis went soft. She got up and we kissed again on the mouth. I reminded her I didn't have any more time, and we broke up. I went to the room and tried to calm down, reading a book. In fact, right after that, my wife came back. The next few days were hard. You never get a chance to be alone with her, and you needed to go out to work. A few times I had the opportunity to rub it in the kitchen when she was washing the dishes, but it was quick moments, that she corresponded by rubbing her ass against my hardened penis. Until one day we had the opportunity again. There was a torrential rain in the city, which stopped everything, and my wife thought it best for Ana to sleep in the maid's room. I exulted. Ana and I exchanged meaningful looks and waited for patients. I didn't nail my eyes. I waited until 2:00 a.m., when my wife was already sleeping deeply and cautiously I went to the maid's room. She was lying in bed, sleeping on her stomach. I was just wearing a bra and white panties. I approached him, totally mad and smoothed his ass, climbing his hand behind his back to his hair. She turned her head and saw me, half awake. I thought you'd never come. I pulled his hair with vigor and kissed his mouth deeply. We tangled in bed, rubbing ourselves violently. I tore off your bra and sucked your breasts hard, licking them and biting your nipples. I pulled your panties away and removed my penis. We weren't in the mood for foreplay. - Eat me-- she whispered in my ear-- I'm yours. She lay on her back, and I lay on her. He opened his thighs wide open and pulled me out, holding me tight. My penis touched the entrance of your vagina and entered it gently; it was so excited that the entire inside of your thighs was wet. We held each other tightly and our mouths stuck together in a deeper, more violent kiss we could give. My penis would go in and out of her pussy, and she would screw her thighs around my waist. When our mouths momentarily took off she simply groaned, a groan that looked like a contained, guttural cry. I turned her over and penetrated her from behind. Your round ass was coming and going, bumping into my body, while I was scratching it lightly. My hands were looking for your thighs and then, passing my arm around your waist, I started massaging your clitoris. She kept moaning. I used to pull her hair and kiss her every once in a while. I moistened a finger with plenty of saliva and tested his anus to see if he'd do it. My finger slipped all over him. She stopped the movements and moaned a little harder. I started sticking and pulling my finger, still with my penis in her vagina, while she whispered so it wouldn't stop. After a few moments, I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled out my penis, spit a lot on it and put it in the entrance of your ass. She inspired deep and pressed her ass on him. - I whispered in your ear. - She answered. My penis went in slowly. She'd roll, airing hard. I took two strong hits and he went in first half and then almost completely. She kept inspiring and exhaling strongly, her body shaking. I started moving my penis slowly at first, then faster. I held his hair and pulled them hard every time he put it in. I could tell she was out of her mind. I looked at the clock in the living room and I saw it was almost 3:00 in the morning. I started accelerating the movements, holding your waist. In a moment my penis was coming out of your ass quickly and hard, your buttocks colliding with violence against my body. At last I felt the orgasm coming. I took some strong, deep stabs and finally, bringing your ass towards me with all force, penetrated it completely and ejaculated for a long time. She got my fucking ass pushing her buttocks against my body. Sweat, we fall on the bed. My penis, softened, slipped out of his anus, from where he gushed some sperm. We hugged in front, kissing on the mouth. - Now it's my turn-- she whispered in my ear. He ducked and searched my penis with his mouth. I didn't know if I could get another erection, but his lips were so soft and his movements so rhythmic that he was soon again prepared. She laid me on her back and sat slowly on my dick. who got deep into his vagina. With her over me I could devote myself to sucking her breasts. They were medium, round and firm, with dark nipples. As long as we had sex I'd suck them, squeeze them and lick them. She accelerated her movements and looked for my mouth with yours. I could see there was little left to come. He squeezed and groaned in a twitched way, his whole body shaking and finally after two or three strong contractions throughout the body fell exhausted upon me. I wasn't finished yet, but I didn't want to take any longer. I accelerated the movements and ejaculated again, this time in your vagina. We were both silent, arching, sweaty, for a few moments. I got up. She wore her panties and bra and I said goodbye to her with a kiss on her mouth. I went to the bathroom, got dressed like I could and went back to bed where my wife still slept. It was 4:00 in the morning. The next day, as if nothing had happened, Ana served us coffee and we exchanged only a quick and imperceptible look. Since then she has served me, in various opportunities and in various places, always with the same horny. At one of those times I took a picture of myself and her that I'm trying to send to you readers. Just send me an email. If you vote for my tale, I'll thank you.