Catching My Husband Fucking the Maid: My Red Hot Anal Awakening

Our cozy bedroom. Late afternoon light filters through curtains. Heart racing, I plug in the camcorder. Been suspecting Anne, our maid, stealing cash. Fast-forward. There she is. Opens my drawer. Grabs two 100F bills. Fury boils. Then, the next drawer. My lingerie. She unfolds panties, bras. Mimics wearing them. Weird, but harmless. Arnaud’s voice booms. ‘What the hell?’ He’s home early. Catches her red-handed. She begs. ‘I’ll do anything.’ He smirks. ‘Anything?’ Her eyes lock on his. ‘Everything you want.’ Pulse hammers in my ears. Skin flushes hot. He orders: ‘Lift your skirt.’ She obeys. Smooth bare legs. Fingers tease her panties. Blouse off. Chemiser gone. Just skirt and bra. He points to my lingerie drawer. She picks lace set. Strips naked. Slips into mine. Skirt drops. My undies on her curves. ‘Hotter than your wife?’ ‘Fuck yes. You’re a slut.’ My chest tightens. Jealousy spikes. But pussy throbs. He gropes her tits. Kneels her down. Zipper rasps. His cock springs out, rock-hard. She strokes. Tongue swirls gland. Balls. Full deepthroat. He grips her head. ‘Suck it, whore.’ I unzip. Fingers rub clit through pants. Wetness soaks. He face-fucks her. Pulls out. She strips him. Bends her over dresser. Yanks my panties aside. Licks her pussy. Condom on. Thrusts in. She arches. Slaps echo. Muscles bulge. He teases. Pulls out. Slides along ass crack. ‘Beg, slut.’ She does. Pounds harder. She screams. To the bed. ‘Gonna fuck your ass.’ My eyes squeeze shut. Fingers plunge pussy. Mimic doggy on couch. Spread cheeks. Finger my hole. Her cry pierces. He enters her ass. I match rhythm. Orgasm crashes as he grunts, cums.