When other people were around, especially my wife, Marzie was the perfect maidservant. Quiet, reserved, shy and obedient, doing her household chores dutifully like any other servant should. For those who don't know, maids are usually called maidservants in our part of the world.

But as soon as my wife left for work, Marzie would be a different person. She would lose her shyness and melt into my arms, hugging me close, our lips meeting in passionate kisses as she squeezed insistently on my cock and led me towards the bedroom. To the same bed that her mistress, my wife, slept in. There, we would sit and lie down together and hug and cuddle and speak of how much better she was in bed. As soon as people were around, she would go back to being a servant. It was our secret affair and lasted three years.

During those years, I looked after her well and paid her an extra allowance the same as my wife got each month so that it would be fair on her. She would tell me about how much she hated her mistress and that she felt jealous. We were truly in love.