??JE BAISE MA FEMME DE MENAGE FRANCAISE PENDANT QUE MA FEMME N’EST PAS LA !! (POV) – FRENCHY TOUCH

It was just another ordinary day. I woke up, had my breakfast, got dressed and went about my usual morning routine. Little did I know that by the end of the day, my life was about to be turned upside down in the most shocking and thrilling way possible.

My name is Marc and I’m a 35-year-old Frenchman living in Paris with my wife Sophie, whom I’ve been happily married to for the past five years. Sophie is a stunning woman, tall and slender with long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and a set of perky breasts that I still find myself admiring even after all this time. She works as a manager at a local bank, while I hold down a job as a software engineer. Together, we make a pretty good living and have been able to afford a nice apartment in the heart of the city.

But today, everything changed. It began like any other morning, with us rushing around getting ready for work, kissing each other goodbye at the door. “See you tonight, chéri,” Sophie called out, her voice already drifting down the hall as she hurried off to catch her metro. I waved back, a little tired and groggy, not even thinking anything of it.

Little did I know that was the last time I would see my wife for the foreseeable future. You see, as a matter of fact, Sophie had an appointment set up that very day with one of her friends from work – a friend of hers who, unbeknownst to her husband, she had recently begun an affair with. A man’s man, that mysterious friend was known around the office for his devastatingly good looks and playboy lifestyle. Tall, dark and dashing, he and Sophie had been exchanging flirtatious glances and risque remarks for months, until one day, they could no longer resist their barely concealed desires for each other.

Their affair had been going on for a few weeks now, sneaking trysts after work and on the weekends when her husband was out. Sophie was hooked on the thrill, the danger, the sheer wrongness of it all. Her mysterious lover was like nothing she had ever experienced before – insatiable, dominant, absolutely ravenous in bed. He opened up a whole new world to Sophie, introducing her to carnal pleasures and perversions she had never even imagined before. And now, she couldn’t get enough of his mighty cock.

So there I was, going about my day completely unsuspecting, when a knock came at the door of my apartment that evening. A little confused, I pulled open the door to find myself face to face with the French maid who came in once a week to tidy up. I was a tad surprised to see her – she usually only came on Thursdays and this was Tuesday. “Bonjour Monsieur,” she chirped, in her lilting Mediterranean accent. “I am sorry for disturbing you, but Madame said I could let myself in with my own key today. I hope that is alright?”

I blinked, momentarily thrown off balance. Sophie didn’t mention anything about this when she left that morning. As I was pondering this, the maid, whose name I never could remember, stepped past me into the apartment. She looked a little different than I remembered – for one, her uniform was much tighter than I ever recalled. Her braids were longer, her lips plumper, glistening with pink lip gloss as she smiled up at me coyly. I found myself staring down her ample cleavage. She looked extremely sexy, I had to admit. “Oops, my fault!” she giggled, pulling a bra strap back up over her shoulder. “Such a clumsy girl, I am. I keep my bra falling down.”

I laughed awkwardly, my eyes glued to her asset. She cocked her head, regarding me curiously. “Monsieur looks like Mademoiselle is not home tonight,” she observed astutely. “Such a pity! Would Monsieur like me to clean his apartment…and other things, while his wife is away?”

Her voice was sweet like honey but her meaning was anything but innocent. My eyes widened as I suddenly realized what was happening. She was making me a proposition! The naughty maid was offering to do more than just clean the place, it seemed. I swallowed hard, my heart suddenly hammering in my chest. Could I really go through with this? It was so wrong…but the temptation was almost unbearable. Should I give in to temptation and give my naughty maid the French flogging of a lifetime??