On a very large estate, in a very large mansion, a very annoying phone rang loudly. The Butler answered it in an even, professional voice.

"Hello, Miss Shipton's residence."

"Lana there?"

"I'm afraid not, sir. Miss Shipton decided to go to Madrid for her twenty second birthday."

The man on the other end paused briefly. "That was a month ago!"

"Yes sir, she enjoys her birthdays."

"Does someone there know where she is?" asked the man impatiently.

The butler looked over at his wife, who was dusting a vase. A glint of something shiny on her wrist caught his attention. He knew what it was and it irritated him, but he kept his tone calm and courteous. “Miss Shipton only technically lives here. She just keeps a minimal staff, myself and the maid. Neither of us ever knows where-"

"Just tell her Tony called," the man interrupted before hanging up.

The butler set the phone down carefully, then turned and walked to his wife. He looked intently at the diamond bracelet on her leathery wrist. "Patricia, you know Miss Shipton could come back any time."

The maid looked back at him with the dismissive, yet loving kind of smile that only thirty years of marriage could produce. "James, I always put everything back before she notices."

James sighed out some of his aggravation. “That’s not-“

A loud buzzer sounded throughout the house. James went to the nearest intercom. “Yes?”

A young female voiced rang merrily though the intercom, straightening the butler’s already perfect posture. “I’m at the gate. I have a couple bags, so I need someone to carry them in for me.”

James released the intercom button and turned to find his wife next to him. She reached up to straighten his tie, then smiled at him supportively. “Now remember, James, don’t stare at her chest like one of those boys who follow her around.” James blushed slightly and nodded. He wasn’t sure if he was embarrassed by the fact that his wife knew about his feelings towards their young employer or by the fact that she didn’t seem to mind.

As Patricia finished with his tie, he noticed that she had already removed the diamond bracelet. He hadn’t even noticed her taking it off, but she’d already stashed it somewhere.

James turned and strode through the house. He reached the garage right as Lana opened the door to step out of her Porsche.

Gorgeous. She just looked so gorgeous. Young, fit, yet still so curvy, with full, large breasts that-

James snapped his attention to Lana’s face. She hadn’t noticed his staring. Lana pressed a button to pop the trunk, then smiled at him the way someone might smile at a friendly dog at the neighbor’s house. “Go ahead and take my bags upstairs. Then unpack them and find the red dress, I need it for tonight.”

James pulled several bags out of the trunk, then sighed silently as he noticed more bags behind the first set. He rearranged his grip so he could pick up the remaining bags with his fingertips.

Lana walked into the house and James followed. He tried to think pure thoughts as she pulled out her cell phone.

“Hey, Marissa! Yeah, I’m back in town. For today, anyway. You know that party at Suncrest? Are Phil, Mike, and Brad going to be there? Really? What about Markus and Chad? No, don’t tell them I’m coming, there are a couple of other parties I might hit instead.”

As James followed her through the hallways, his gaze drifted from her long, flowing brown hair down to her perfect ass and legs. Part of him felt like she wore incredibly short skirts like the one she had on now just to torture him. The rest of him wished that were true; she never noticed him enough to care about his torture.

As they entered the living room Lana plopped onto the couch and James turned towards the stairs. When he reached the top Patricia moved in beside him and walked with him.

“Can I help?”

“No,” said James as he readjusted his grip on the many bags, “I’ve got them.” He only barely had them, but he didn’t want to risk hurting his wife’s bad back. She hadn’t been able to do significant lifting in years. Or have sex.

James glanced at his wife. When they’d gotten married he’d promised her a nice life. Instead he’d only been able to give her years of hard labor as they’d worked various jobs. The farm work they’d done for years had not only hurt her back, but the sun had dried out her skin. As he looked over her wrinkled, tough skin, he felt like he’d lost the beautiful woman he’d married. Then his gaze moved to her cute little nose. It still had the playful little curve of the young woman he’d married and it still made him smile.

They reached one of the extra bedrooms that Lana used to store her clothes. He laid the bags on the floor and began unpacking them. “We need to find a red dress for her party tonight. She wants to see it immediately.”

The couple pulled clothes out of the bags and put them away. After a minute Patricia straightened up. “Oh, I keep forgetting!” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small brown package, the size of a baby’s fist. “This came for you in the mail.”

James stared at the package, stunned. He grabbed it from the maid and looked it over franticly. “This is postmarked two weeks ago! How could you forget about it for two weeks!”

Patricia stepped back. “I’m sorry! You were too busy to check the mail that day, so I put it in my pocket and forgot. Is it important?”

James laughed nervously. “Yes, it’s from my old friend Dermot. I hadn’t talked to him since we were kids. Then he called me. Asked how my life was going and...” James paused. He stared at the plain brown package for a moment. Then he smiled and ran out of the bedroom.

James locked the door to the servants’ quarters and looked around. There couldn’t be anyone hiding in the small room, and he didn’t actually have a reason to think someone would be, but he nervously checked anyway.

The butler crouched and reached under the bed. He rooted around, unsure for a moment if his wife could have found what he was looking for. Then his fingers touched the large box and he smiled. He pulled out the gift wrapped present that he’d bought several weeks ago after his conversation with Dermot. In his initial enthusiasm it had seemed like a good idea, but as he stroked the fancy wrapping paper he realized that he’d given up on Dermot after not hearing from him for so long.

James carefully laid the present on the bed, then looked down at the small package his wife had given him. He pulled back the brown wrapping tenderly. The little box inside seemed underwhelming. Just a simple little white box. The butler opened the box and found the tarnished little ring inside.

James fished the ring out of its cotton padding and weighed it in his hand. It felt heavy, unusually so. He slipped the ring onto his right hand.

A large spark shot out of the ring and up James’ arm. He grimaced, but the pain ended as quickly as the spark. He held the ring close to his face. It still looked so simple, but the thought of what it could do made James giddy.

James entered the overly large living room carrying the present that he had prepared. He found Lana lying back on the couch while his wife presented an elegant red evening dress to her. Lana had her long legs propped up an ottoman, making her already short skirt slide up a little, but James focused on his plans.

“No,” said Lana casually as she looked at the dress offered by the maid, “that’s not it. I bought that for some formal dinner of my Dad’s that I’m probably going to blow off anyway. I need the little red dress to go out partying.”

The butler leaned down and presented his present to his young employer. “This is for you, Miss.”

Lana giggled. “Oooh, sweet!” She tore threw the fancy wrapping paper quickly, then laughed when she saw what was inside. “Ha! This is hilarious!”

The beautiful young girl pulled out a sexy French maid’s outfit. “This is awesome! Who sent me this? Was it Marin?”

“No Miss,” said the butler politely.

Lana turned the skimpy outfit around and examined the bow in the back. “Justin? Or Todd?”

The butler leaned in close again. “It was James, Miss.”

“Who’s James?”

James laid his right hand on her arm, sending a large spark through the girl as the ring touched her skin.

“Oh my God!” yelled Patricia. “Miss! Miss Shipton, are you all right!” She laid the evening gown on the side of the couch and moved next to her husband to get closer.

Lana didn’t move. She didn’t even blink.

“James!” yelled Patricia, “What happened!”

James smiled at his wife. “She’s fine, physically.” James turned back to the girl and stared at her, creasing his brown in obvious concentration. After a moment he relaxed. “Lana, go ahead and take your new uniform into another room and put it on.”

Lana hopped up merrily. “Yes sir! Thank you sir!” She bounced out of the room with the sexy French maid uniform.

Patricia watched the girl leave, then stared intently at her husband. “James, what have you done to her? And what happens to us when it wears off? Fired? Jail?!”

James laughed and smiled at his wife. “It won’t wear off! It’s the ring!” James held up the ring for his wife to see. “My old friend Dermot offered to help us! This ring allows me to control someone’s mind and someone’s body!”

Patricia tried to take in what her husband said. “So you’ve changed her into... something. And you can change her body, too?”

James took an intimate step closer to his wife. “No, the ring works twice. I can control one person’s mind, and a different person’s body.” James took Patricia’s hand.

A spark shot through their entwined hands. Neither of them let go.

Patricia stood dazed for a moment. Then she put a hand in front of her face and watched as the sun damage from years working outside faded away. The wrinkles smoothed and the spots faded away. James watched her pick up a lock of her long hair as it darkened and regained its original black coloring.

The maid joyfully stepped back away from her husband to twist around and look at her whole body. She grabber her back and said, “My spine! It feels great!”

James watched his wife spin around delightedly. She looked like the girl he’d married, and her smile made him young, too.

“And this is permanent?” asked Patricia joyously.

“Yes! And our new life is permanent, too! We’ll own everything as soon as I get our new maid to sign a few papers!”

Patricia cocked her head, intrigued. “Papers?”

“Oh yes, lots of papers. To start with we’ll become little Miss Shipton’s business managers, but eventually I’ll just have her sign over everything. And if anyone has any questions, I can just turn her back to her old self temporarily and she’ll say whatever we need her to say.” James put his hands on his wife’s shoulders and gave them a tender squeeze. “Yes, we’re going to get everything we ever wanted from our new maid.”

“Did you need something, sir?”

James and Patricia turned to see Lana in her French maid uniform. As soon as he saw her, James knew he’d made a mistake.

Lana looked incredible. As short as her skirts usually were, the maid uniform showed even more leg. And though Lana had always worn tight shirts to show off her large chest, she had never shown much cleavage. This dress showed plenty.

Even her face looked incredible. Lana had always had an easy smile that matched her pretty features. Now she smiled submissively, ready to serve her masters in her new position.

James took in all this in a quick moment, then looked back at Patricia. She was staring gleefully at Lana’s degrading outfit, so she hadn’t noticed his reaction. His makeover had turned his wife back into the girl he’d know years ago, but he now realized that she hadn’t ever looked as good as he’d remembered. She looked nice, but next to Lana she just looked... nice.

“Fetch us some champagne!” commanded Patricia. “My husband and I want to celebrate!”

Lana curtsied, a move which threatened to show a bit of vagina underneath the tiny skirt. Patricia held back giggles as the girl ran off to fulfill her order.

“Promise me you’ll keep her wearing that ridiculous outfit,” begged Patricia as she took James’ hands. James smiled as Patricia’s cute little nose snorted tiny laughter. “It’s great. In fact, I should change outfits, too, since we’re the big, rich masters of the house now.”

Patricia walked over next to the red evening dress she’d laid down earlier. James sat on the couch as his wife changed clothes.

As she took off her dour maid uniform, the former butler thought about how she looked pretty, and her body looked so much better than it had in years, but she didn’t compare to Lana. He didn’t like that.

James focused his attention on his wife’s hair. With a little concentration, he made it not only dark, but shiny and bouncy. It was a subtle improvement, barely more than what a good stylist could do, but it looked great on her.

James had intended to just make the one tweak, but once she had her underwear off and was completely naked he couldn’t help noticing that her skin was very pale. Young and healthy, but pale. He added a minor tan as she picked up the elegant gown from the couch.

Then James looked over her face. Her lips got a little fuller, her cheeks slightly more pronounced, and several other minor changes crept in as he concentrated. Thinking about her nose made him stop, it was already perfect.

Patricia finished putting on the dress and struck a pose. “Well, what do you think?”

James smiled. “Gorgeous.”

It was true. All the changes were small, so she still looked very much like Patricia. But it was a dream Patricia, the perfect wife that his imperfect memory had dreamed about over the years.

Patricia leaned on the arm of the couch. “So do you think the dress goes well with all the little changes you just made to me?”

James shrugged and smiled like a boy trying to charm his mother after getting caught stealing from her purse. “You noticed that?”

“Oh yes,” said Patricia, “but I don’t mind. I want to be everything you ever wanted. In fact, why don’t you go ahead and change that last thing that I know you’re always thinking about with Lana?”

James stared at her chest, which didn’t come close to filling out the dress made for their former employer. “You mean it?”

Patricia leaned across the arm of the couch until her lips almost touched her husband’s. “Make them incredible. Make them bigger than hers.”

James smiled a cheek-hurting smile, then concentrated. His wife’s chest swelled, filling out her new dress, then pushing some cleavage out the top as her breasts stretched the material.

The former butler’s cock grew incredibly hard. After years of fantasizing only about his young employer, he again wanted his wife. He wanted her incredibly badly. He watched his wife pick up her discarded maid uniform and start fishing jewelry out of the pockets. First the diamond bracelet, then a necklace, then earrings. Every piece of jewelry she put on made him want to rip her clothes off more. He would have, except the sensation of wanting his wife was so new that he decided to prolong it.

Lana entered the room with two glasses of champagne on a silver tray. Patricia took one while James concentrated on Lana noticing the changes to Patricia. Then Lana walked around the couch to offer the other glass to James. He didn’t notice her offering the drink, he just stared at his wife’s incredible new figure as she smiled at him flirtatiously. Lana didn’t understand why he wasn’t taking the drink, so she leaned over more to hold the tray out further, in case he hadn’t noticed her.

Lana lost her balance and dropped the tray. She missed James, but spilled the drink all over the floor. She panicked and franticly said, “I’m sorry, sir! I’m so sorry!”

Patricia held back a laugh and tried to look mean. “Oh, that is inexcusable! How could you mess up my nice carpet like that! Do you want to keep this job?”

Lana got on all fours and desperately wiped up the spilled champagne with her tiny apron. “I’m sorry, ma’am! Please don’t fire me!”

“Hmmm,” murmured Patricia, “I don’t know. Well, okay, but you’d better not make any more messes on my floor. Now go get some more champagne, and bring the whole bottle this time.”

Lana ran off, horribly embarrassed by the poor job she was doing on her first day as a maid.

James smiled wickedly at his wife. “You enjoyed that a bit too much!”

Patricia sat down next to her husband and finished off her champagne. “Well, it was hard to resist when she started acting so contrite. Is that part of her programming?”

“Oh yes,” said James. “She desperately wants to keep this job. She can’t imagine what she’d ever do if she lost it. And she loves being our maid, it makes her so happy to serve us.”

“That’s a fun tweak.” Patricia ran her slender hand through James’ graying hair. “I’ve got another fun tweak. Make her jealous.”

James raised an eyebrow as he slipped an arm around his wife’s waist. “Jealous?”

“Of me. Of me being rich, having a better figure than her, having all these clothes and jewelry and cars and everything else! Make her spend every day idolizing me and wishing she had all the things I have!”

James loved the passion in his wife’s voice. He concentrated for a moment, crafting Lana’s brain into mess of jealousy and idolization. It only took a moment. “Tonight, she’ll dream of being you.”

Lana entered with a new glass full of champagne for James in one hand the champagne bottle in the other. Patricia grabbed the glass from her and handed back her empty glass. The maid just stared at Patricia with wonder, like she was the most perfect woman ever.

Patricia took a large sip and stared deeply into James’ eyes while thrusting out her chest. “And what are you going to dream about tonight, James?”

James looked down at her tremendous breasts. “I think by tonight I might be too tired to remember.”

Patricia put a hand at the top of her cleavage and gripped the gown. “I think you deserve something for all you’ve done.” She pulled down the dress, letting her breasts spill out.

James grabbed them and groped them lightly. Patricia moaned. James could tell she was surprised at how sensitive he’d made her new breasts. He rubbed her nipples tenderly, excited by how she gasped at the touch.

Lana glanced around embarrassedly, trying not to look at the intimate moment. She half turned and started to slide away.

“Don’t move!” commanded Patricia. “I need you to stay here and refill my glass.” Patricia killed the rest of the champagne in her glass, then shook it daintily until Lana came over to pour more.

James leaned down and sucked one of his wife’s nipples into his mouth. Patricia almost spilled another glass at the shock of the pleasure. She rubbed the back of James’ head with her free hand as she took another sip of champagne. James licked and lightly nibbled at the nipple, then moved to the other breast and brought new joy to his wife.

“Oh crap!” yelled the former maid, “I can’t believe how good that feels! GOD! Mmmm, you really made them sensitive! I think I’m going to cum soon! And you seem to really enjoy this too!”

James kept talking in between licks. “Yes, I love your breasts. I love the feel of them, I love making you squirm. And... well... don’t be mad, but I made another little tweak for my own benefit.”

Patricia tensed up a little. “What tweak?”

James pulled his head up. “I made your breasts... just a little bit... I made them strawberry flavored.”

His wife looked at him sternly for a moment. Then she said, “I’m good with that,” and shoved his head back onto her breasts.

James licked, sucked, and groped the breasts with his hands, working her into a fury. Finally Patricia came from the stimulation, crying out loudly and without restraint. She looked over at the blushing maid holding the champagne bottle and laughed.

Patricia pushed James up into a sitting position. She gave him a sultry look and said, “Your turn.” Then she reached down, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his hard cock. It was so hard and long that she had to fight to get it out. James remembered how the last time she’d touched it had been an unpleasant night, her bad back had made the event painful for her. Now she gracefully leaned over and popped it into her mouth.

James strained not to lurch around. The feeling overwhelmed him. It had been years since a woman had touched him, and even then blowjobs were something that Patricia only gave out on special occasions. James looked over at Lana. The girl was watching his wife intently. He wondered if she was jealous of this, too.

Patricia held out her empty champagne glass. She continued sucking while Lana filled the glass. With Lana bending at the waist, James could see down her dress easily, and he enjoyed the view without guilt. He was her employer now. He could look if he wanted to.

Patricia pulled her mouth off the cock, took a huge sip of champagne, then dove back onto the cock without swallowing. The bubbles tickled James’ cock as she swished the liquid around. He lost site of Lana’s breasts as his head lolled backwards from the pleasure. His wife swallowed the champagne, taking a good bit of his cock down her throat with it. Then she pulled off again, took another sip, and repeated the process as she tickled his balls with her free hand.

“I’m about to cum,” said James. No response. “Any second now, and it’s going to be big!”

Patricia still didn’t budge. She dropped her empty glass and rubbed his cock with both hands as she continued sucking. James tried to hold back and tried to warn her again in case she hadn’t heard him, but he couldn’t. He came hard, spurting thick wads of cum down his wife’s throat. She swallowed all of it and kept sucking. Another load came, but it barely touched the inside of her mouth as she eagerly sucked it down.

Finally James relaxed, totally spent. He slumped down heavily and contentedly.

Patricia sat up and looked at him, then leaned down and rested her head on his chest. When she saw Lana she sneered a little.

“What are you doing here? Thish ish a private moment!”

Lana opened her mouth to speak, then meekly shut it.

“Jusht give me that bottle and get out!” Patricia wobbled a little from all the champagne she’d had.

“Yes ma’am,” said Lana as she handed over the bottle. Then she scampering off.

“That was kind of mean,” said James. “Was she ever that mean to you?”

Patricia took another swig and gazed lovingly at James. “No, but I never shpilled drinks on the floor or watched my boss having shex.”

James looked at her with mock disapproval.

“I know,” said Patricia, “she was only here because I told her to shtay. I’ll be nice from now on. But isn’t it fun to be a little nashty? I mean, we’ve been nobodies for years, and now we’re the rich bastards. Shouldn’t we enjoy that a little?”

James looked down at his wife and smiled wide. He kissed the tip of her cute little nose.

“You know what else I’d really enjoy?” asked Patricia.

James leered at his wife knowingly.

Patricia pulled the top of her dress back up and stood up. “I’m gonna find something...naughty to wear. Meet me in our new bedroom in fifteen minutes.”

James checked his watch again. Twelve minutes. He knew he was supposed to wait longer, but his hard-on told him to get moving. James was surprised that he could get hard again so quickly at his age. Years of deprivation must have caught up to him.

James looked at his watch again, but got up from the couch without really caring if it had been long enough or not. He took the stairs two at a time, eager to find his wife.

As he strode through the halls, James stopped and peeked into a room where Lana was folding some clothes. The sight of her made his cock stir. She looked so good in that French maid outfit, and every time she leaned over to pick up more clothes, the tiny skirt flipped up to show him the ass he used to dream about.

Lana noticed him at the door. “Hello, sir. Did you need something, sir?”

James loved hearing her call him ‘sir,’ but his renewed horniness made him want to find Patricia soon. “No, I’m just looking for my wife.”

“Oh! I saw her head towards the master bedroom, sir!” Lana smiled and almost hopped up and down, so happy to be helping.

James nodded at the girl and took off down the hallway. He opened the door to his new bedroom and smiled wide at the woman lying on the bed, waiting for him.

Then he noticed that she hadn’t changed clothes and still had the bottle in her hand. James walked over to the side of the bed. His wife looked gorgeous and inviting, but totally unconscious. He examined the bottle. Empty.

James spent a moment staring at Patricia. She looked incredible. Combined with the years of sexual deprivation he’d suffered, the sight of her made him very, very horny.

James reached down, brushed the hair out of his wife’s face, and smiled.

He turned and walked back into the hallway. It only took him a moment to get back to the room where Lana had been folding clothes. He found her holding one of the dresses against herself and looking in a mirror. James laughed at the fact that Lana didn’t even remember that she was the one who bought the dress.

Lana startled at his laughter. “Oh! I’m sorry, sir! I know I shouldn’t have been messing with your wife’s things, but, but...”

James moved into the room and looked at the girl consolingly. “It’s okay.”

“I just love your wife’s dresses so much! She has such nice things. Please don’t fire me!”

James laid a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. “It’s all right, I won’t tell my wife.”

Lana smiled, encouraged by his words. “Thank you, sir! I just love working here so much. It’s so wonderful, like a fantasy! And your wife is so perfect, I don’t want to disappoint her. It’s just that she has so many wonderful things. I’d love to have dresses like hers, and jewelry like hers, and,” she slowed down and looked at James’ hand on her shoulder, “and I know I sound like a jealous little girl, but I’d love to have a husband like hers. But that’s just a silly dream, I know I don’t deserve someone as good... someone as good as what Ma’am has.”

“Lana,” said James encouragingly, “Why don’t you put that dress away? And then I think there’s something on that dresser that needs cleaning.”

Lana reluctantly pulled away from James’ hand on her shoulder. She dutifully hung the dress in the closet, then walked over to the small dresser he had pointed out. “I don’t see anything that needs cleaning, sir. There’s nothing on it but an old comb. What was it that you wanted me to do?”

James walked up behind Lana and put his hands around her waist. He leaned in close and kissed the back of her neck. Lana’s eyes closed at his touch.

“What do I want? I want to be a rich bastard, Lana.” He nuzzled her neck, causing her to sigh intensely. “Actually, I am a rich bastard now. Which means that I can do whatever I want. And I’m not really a rich bastard until I have a little affair with the hired help, isn’t that right, Lana?”

Lana didn’t respond verbally. She just took his hands from her hips and guided then up to her chest.

James enjoyed hearing Lana gasp as his hands closed on her breasts. She didn’t seem to be as sensitive as he’d made Patricia, but she obviously enjoyed the touch. He groped harder through the incredibly sexy uniform, getting louder moans from his maid.

“I’m sorry, sir,” cried Lana through clenched teeth. “I’m sorry they’re not as big as your wife’s! Hers are perfect!”

“No,” said James, “Yours are perfect. Patricia’s breasts are wonderful, but they’re just a little too big. But yours! I love the way they fit in my hands. They feel soooo good!”

James couldn’t stand it anymore. He gently pushed Lana’s back to bend her over the dresser and unzipped his pants. Her skirt was so short he could easily see the tiny panties that came with the uniform. She’d soaked them. He pushed aside the small piece of wet fabric and pulled out his cock. With a wicked smile he pushed it into Lana’s wet pussy.

Lana braced herself against the dresser and moaned loudly. James was glad his wife wasn’t conscious, but he made a mental note to have the rooms of the house soundproofed. There was no need to worry about noise in the future, not when he had the money to avoid the problem.

James put his hands on Lana’s hips and began to truly fuck her. He pistoned into the girl, making her moan louder and louder. Her pussy felt incredible. So soft, so tight, better than any sex he could ever remember having.

The uniform made it even hotter. James loved how frilly and dainty it looked on her, and he especially loved the scandalous amounts of skin it showed. Real maids would object to such a revealing uniform, but not Lana. She’d wear it and love it. And he loved fucking her in it.

“Oh GOD, sir,” cried Lana, “please don’t stop! Please, please don’t stop, sir!”

James kept shoving his cock into her perfect young pussy, loving the sound of the word ‘sir’ more every time she said it. He was glad his wife had gotten him off earlier, he’d never have lasted this long if she hadn’t.

“Do you like being my maid, Lana?”

“I love it!” Lana squirmed in James’ hands as he fucked her. “It’s the best job in the world, sir! I promise I’ll be the best maid ever!”

James increased his pace and Lana rewarded him with more cries. “I’m cumming sir, OH GOD I’m CUMMING!”

Lana clenched up, putting extra pressure on his cock. James couldn’t take it any more and pulled out.

Lana turned and saw him shoot a spurt of cum onto the floor. She dived onto the floor and managed to get her face in front of the second spurt. She tried to catch it with her mouth, but most of it got on her face. The sight turned James on more than he thought possible and he released another wad. Lana managed to catch all of that one and swallowed it dutifully.

The eager young maid looked down at the cum on the carpet. “Oh no! I’ve made another mess on the carpet, sir! Your wife is going to be so mad at me!”

James took Lana’s arm and helped her stand up. Then he patted her head, which brought a huge smile out of the girl.

“Don’t worry,” reassured James, “I’m sure you can take care of it before she sees it. Just go get something to clean it up with and we can keep this between ourselves.”

The girl cheered up tremendously and James patted her bottom as she left to get cleaning supplies. She turned around at the door and said, “Thank you, sir,” before leaving.

James decided that he really liked being a rich bastard.