The Housemaid Diaries: The Houseboy’s Secret

My bosses, Mr. and Mrs. Bankole had this habit of sending me on useless errands whenever they wanted to have sex during the day.

For a very long time, I wondered why it is that Mrs. B will suddenly send me to go and buy some detergents when we have a full box at home, or Mr. B. will tell me to go and check if the mechanic was at his shop.

The mechanic lived 20 minutes away and all I was told to do was just check if he was there and come back, even though I knew Mr. B did not need the services of a mechanic. Whenever I tried to argue or point out the needlessness of the errand, they will yell at me and force me to go.

So, for months, I shook my head in wonder whenever they sent me on these errands.

One day, Mrs. B. called me and asked me a carton of milk from a specific store that was almost 30 minutes away.

I guess she forgot that she bought two cartons the night before. I decided that I would not leave, knowing that she will not even notice if I got the milk anyway.

I was determined to find out what was going on. I walked out of the house through the kitchen door and closed it loudly behind me.

I waited a couple of minutes then gently and quietly opened the door as I snuck in. I kept on walking slowly until I heard sounds coming near the living room.

Mrs. B. was moaning. This was the first time I had an inkling of what the random errands were about.

I had a pretty good idea but my curiosity got the better of me. I walked towards the living room and as soon as I was in the right position to, I peeked in. What I saw scared and excited me at the same time.

Mrs. B's ass was in the air as Mr. B was driving into her asshole from behind. That was not even the scariest thing.

Both of Mrs. B's hands were tied at the wrists as her chest and face were bent down to the sofa and Mr. B was holding on to her plump ass as he rode her.

Each time he entered her, he smacked her hard in the ass. She would scream out in pain and beg him for more.

Mr. B soon removed his dick from her ass hole and picked up what looked like a whip on the ground next to him.

As soon as the whip hit Mrs. B's flesh, she screamed out loud again and continued to beg her husband for more.

"Are you a whore, are you a dirty whore?" Mr. B asked her, shaking and sweating as he whipped her again.

"Yes, yess... I am a naughty, dirty whore. Please fuck my slutty pussy ," she replied him.

With each smack on her ass, she bit her lips and moaned and screamed and he groaned in pleasure.

It was the most erotic thing I ever saw. I did not need to look down to know that my erection was straining against my jeans.

My hand went slowly in as I started to rub the head of my cock in placation. Mr. B entered his wife again, but this time, he spread her legs and entered her waiting, wet, pussy.

I grabbed my own dick in response and began to stroke myself even harder as I watched.

Each time Mrs. B moaned, her husband gave her a loud spank on the ass. "Shut up, you cheap, nasty slut. Shut up and take this dick like a whore!"

Mrs. B bit her lips and tried to moan silently. I could see beads of sweat run down her face and her eyes looked like she was taken over with pleasure.

My own dick was throbbing as I imagined it was my dick entering her from behind. When Mrs. B opened her mouth and started to gasp as she came, I imagined my cock inside her hot, wet mouth and straight to her throat.

I closed my own eyes and groaned as I was overcome with my fantasies. I worried that they heard me.

I looked up to see that Mr B was so deep into what he was doing that he did not notice a thing, but when I looked down to his wife, my eyes locked with hers.

I felt fear bubble in my belly but she looked down towards my hand on my cock and licked her lips. I stroked it slowly to gauge her reaction and I saw her catch her breath.

The harder I stroked myself, the hotter she got. Her husband was thrusting hard with his own cock while she had her eyes on mine.

He was fucking that sweet cunt and I was imagining I was doing the same. I saw her focus harder on my hands when she came again. I knew this orgasm was mine.

This pushed me over the edge. I came all over my hands I caught Mrs. B's eyes again. She smiled at me.

I looked up to see Mr. B grimace in concentration as she gave his wife one last hot, painful spank and entered her so deep that she let out the scream she had been holding in.

He stilled and came inside her.

I had seen enough. I snuck out of there before I got caught.