Let's go back a little bit to the incident this morning....the result of the maid's wrongdoing.
"Hiyaaaaaaaa ～～～～"
The sound of shame of my wife shuddered through the cheerful but lewd morning bedroom like a destructive sonic wave,
I quickly tried to cover my wife's exposed body from Katherine, pressing our hips tightly and pulling the sheets to cover us together. I knew I had to protect my wife, no matter how much she had seen of our first affair in the closet. My beloved wife made a distressed sound "Haaan ♡" She looked at me in ecstasy as she squeezed her husband's cock with her folds. "Ahh Mmm...." even though all of this is covered by a sheet, the creaking sound of the bed gives Katherine a clear idea of what is happening on the bed.
--There's no point hiding it now, isn't it?
Katherine remained calm and without a change of expression and staring towards us.
"I'll be going first, please stop whatever you two are doing, and please come to the dining room"
She bowed and graciously and then left, closing the door behind her.
As if she had sensed it, My wife underneath me cried, "Aaaaaaa..." I could only assume that she was feeling distressed by the tightness of her vagina and the kind of exposure she was giving the maid, so I ejaculated deep inside her.
And the reason why she was really distressed is...
"Desmond-sama, if you let Katherine go I will not be able to get dressed..."
As a noblewoman, she usually asked her maids to dress and undress her, and she didn't know how to undress or dress on her own.
The maid had left us to go to the dining room so that I could dress Charlotte....
What a clever maid!
So, this twenty-nine year old that can't dress, was at least able to put on her panty by herself.
"Why are you more embarrassed to put them on than to take them off?"
After that, I started with her bra, buttoned her blouse, and put on her skirt with my hands.
--It was a great honor to be a husband to a young lady that could not even wear clothes.
So this is the destructive power of a genuine aristocratic daughter, scary...
As a husband, it was a great privilege for me to ask the aristocratic lady, who couldn't even dress, about how Katherine always kept her bountiful breasts in her bra, while I purposely squeezed them to fit them in place.
And incidentally, while buttoning up her blouse.
"In the morning I'll button you up, and at night I'll unbutton you."
Hmm, I'm speaking like an old geezer, doesn't it? But...
"～～～～～～! yes..."
Pssst.
I managed to suppress the urge to immediately unbutton the buttons of the twenty-nine year old who was blushing so much that looks like steam were rising from her face.
"I'm sorry for the hassle, Desmond-sama. I will try to learn how to do it myself. ..."
"As far as I'm concerned, it would be better if you don't learn."
"Ah, ah..."
--Un, cute, so cute.
I held her slender shoulders, which were trembling, and placed my lips lightly on her pouty lips.
When she stared at me with her flushed face, I felt like I couldn't stop myself, but I managed to restrain myself from sticking my tongue in her mouth.
Then we went to the cafeteria, holding hands in a happy mood.
(End of recap)
◇ ◇ ◇
"Then, Charlotte, lift up your skirt and show me your panties."
"What!?"
In the office. My beloved twenty-nine year old wife is blushing and surprised, she's cute as usual.
"Why you said?" I glanced at Katherine, but she was unfazed by her cold looks - at least on the surface.
--I'm glad. I don't know what's going on inside her mind but even if she had glared at me, I would not have been able to punish her. Because I'm a chicken.
I kept my composure and pretended to be as serious as I could.
"Isn't that what Charlotte said earlier? If Katherine misbehaves Charlotte will be punished in her place. And Katherine, despite her status as a maid, said that my face is disgusting."
I remember that.
The servant kept quiet, and the mistress, who is going to get punished in place of the maid, said
" Huh...? No way, that's ...." It's cute to see her eyes widen and gasp. But Charlotte, you're expecting something more than this, aren't you?
If you act like that, I won't be able to stop myself.I'll be punishing you as much as I want...(on the crotch)
"It's a punishment because of the rant from earlier ... you stand there with your skirt up for five seconds."
"Yes, If that's what you want...."
Charlotte was already blushing and clutching at her skirt.
My beloved slutty wife is in a state of excitement.
......but then
"However, it is true that Master had a disgusting look on his face. Is telling the truth going to lead to punishment? oops, I just said the word 'disgusting' again. Will you punish her for this too?"
""....."" we both gasped at the same time.
The Maid has done it again! plotting against her mistress!
You're doing a great job Katherine!
his wife was also in the mood. I nodded gravely, trying to look nonchalant. "Right, then I'll add another five seconds. Continue to lift your skirt, even if you're embarrassed and even if I'm not looking. This is your punishment."
"Even if you're not looking...."
"yes" --Guhuhu, that's right Charlotte, You seem to understand that.
Being stared at is embarrassing, but it's also embarrassing to keep rolling up your skirt when you are not being watched. The shame of being seen and the shame of not being seen. It was thanks to the maid's fine play that I came up with this.
However, this Maid was also a goal-scoring striker herself.
"Master, allow me to ask you something directly."
"Good." -- It's a little late for that, don't you think? Well, I forgive you, because of this reward. In addition, Charlotte says that this maid is well-mannered, Charlotte trusts her.
And most of all, She's the key figure to her own mistress's downfall! So I thought
"I will allow you to speak without permission in some cases. but I hope you understand the occasion" No doubt she would be more fully capable of doing so.
"Thank you, master"
The way she bowed her head was so refined that I couldn't help but fall in love with her. She looked up and stared at me with her steely brown eyes. But what come out of her mouth was....
"I don't think madam would be embarrassed to show off her underwear even if people don't usually ask someone to show it, but now, she is. I wonder if this is a result of master's sexual technique."
"Oh, yes. By arousing feelings of shame, it stimulates physical arousal and estrus, making it easier to impregnate a woman. Charlotte is still in the process of developing it, but she's already been able to react to it so far."
I seriously and foolishly told the maid, who had known my wife since childhood, that I had trained my own wife to do this. I don't know what I'm saying at all, but I'm saying just for the sake of it.
"De Desmond-sama..."
The madam who was being trained by me had emerald eyes that were shaking with shame. she blushed with such a look. I want to hold her in my arms, intertwine our tongues, and push her over and put an end to this boiling pleasure. But there is a maid here and I still has to work. Haaa..., I regret that. but then the maid.....
"I see. In that case, by showing Desmond-sama my underwear. I can also get a glimpse, even if only a little, of what the art of sexual love is all about?"
"....eh?"
I looked over and saw that Katherine had her hands on the skirt of her maid's uniform, just like Charlotte.
Seriously!?
"Even master already heard that I was in the closet when master first performed the sexual act on madam. but, I'm very sorry for peeking in on you." The maid bowed to me courteously and gracefully.
"It's fine, Katherine"
I'm trying my best not to let my feelings of excitement and agitation show.
"I admire your generosity, master."
--Well, it doesn't matter.
However, you really aren't misspelling the "generosity" and "pervert", do you? Is that paranoia on my part? And Katherine raised her cold, beautiful face and stared straight at me with her narrow brown eyes. But frankly, I can't look directly at her, you know?
She is beautiful. It's no surprise because Charlotte is also a beauty, this world is full of beautiful men and women. If my face is still the same as I was in my previous life.......my head hurts, I'd better not think about it anymore.
"After that night, sexual art had become a part of her life. madam gave me a little test to see if I could be so excited and feel like her."
Yeah, that's what she was talking about. I really wanted to see that.
I glanced over at Charlotte.
Kaaah.
She turned completely red on her face. whenever she gets that kind of cute reaction, I'm agitated ... (on the crotch).
"But...." And the maid showed a faint gloomy expression. "I don't understand it. So, if you said that showing my underwear to master is related to sexual art. I'd like to try it myself, but I wonder if you'd agree to let me show my underwear to master too."
"...Good, I'll allow it." I'd rather ask you to do it for me.
"Thank you, master"
Katherine bowed politely, still with courtesy and grace.
...... seriously!?
no, no, no I mean, normally, you ask a maid to show you her underwear, you know? As a maid, she can't disobey a master who wants her to do something, you can give her a merciless order, and she'll cry out in shame. Or she shows it to you while staring at you in disgust. Isn't that the cliche pattern?
Oh, So that's it.
'I want to see if I feel the same way as Charlotte-chan.'
And what do you know, just like a junior high school girl who has just learned about sex, this 26-year-old maid is going to follow alongside her 29-year-old mistress who has just been taught the joys of sex by me.
Is this how innocent girls are taught naughty things by bad uncles, go astray, and are exploited as sex objects? I finally witness the darkness of modern society!
leaving that joke aside (and I don't think it's a joke), with a beloved wife who is willing to take the punishment for the maid and lets me see her underwear, and after all the work you went through, 'What's it like?' said the maid, who was charming like a model voluntarily showed me her underwear, following her mistress example.
I, on the other hand, felt a refreshing sense of excitement, as if I were a young junior high school student again.
I took the so-called "commander's stance" at my desk with my hands crossed and elbows propped up in a deliberate manner, my blue eyes glowing piercingly. My wife, with her eyes glowing and her cheeks stained with shame, and my maid, whose face is almost expressionless unsure of what she is thinking, both rolled up their skirts and waited impatiently for their master to expose the underwear they were currently wearing.