"That's all right, Bridget, you can work here," Julie smiled to herself. She knew that Bridget couldn't see Gary because he was totally covered by the tablecloth and this would be as good a time as any to see if Bridget would ever be joining in any future orgies. Their last two maids had done so, why not Bridget?

Bridget did as she was told but she didn't like it, there was something peculiar going on in the kitchen this morning and she didn't like it. The missus had a strange look on her face and the sounds that she had heard through the door were most peculiar.

Gary was hysterical under the kitchen table, he could hardly believe his wife's audacity, still, he didn't mind – two could play at that game!

"Mnnnnnmmmmm…" Julie cried out as Gary's middle finger began flicking at her clitoris, flicking steadily now that he knew what kind of response it was going to get. The wetness was pouring out of her now and occasionally Julie could feel tiny drops of her vaginal fluids sliding down the naked insides of her smooth white thighs. Gasping, she continued reading the newspaper.

"Pardon me, mum," Bridget asked, a confused look on her face.

"Nothing… nothing, Bridget, go on with your work… Ooooohhh…"

What on God's earth is going on thought Bridget as she turned to continue her work at the kitchen sink.

Gasping now, Julie felt her husband's hotly working fingers increase their attentions. Her pleasure grew and grew until it was so enormous that she could do nothing but sputter out names in the newspaper in a mad jumble until suddenly she felt the beginnings of a violent orgasm. A gigantic shudder raced through her and the enormous pleasure seeping through her wildly aroused cunt held her in its grip.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh…" she screamed out in the room nearly scaring Bridget silly. "Yesssss! Nowwwwwwww… nnnnnoooooowwwww!!!!"

Bridget turned in horror to look as she finally understood what was going on underneath the kitchen table. She stared wildly at the tablecloth, her eyes boring through it to where she knew Mr. Spencer was messing about with his wife. She knew that it was wrong and evil but she liked it all the same, just like she had enjoyed the baker's son Paddy who had messed around with her every time she went in to buy bread at the bakery.