The morning after my wife Amanda, her oldest friend Anna, and I brought my wife's aunt Erica home with us, I woke up first, as was usual.
After checking on my wife, and letting our dog out, I decided to check on the other two women. I found them in Anna's bed, where I had left them. Both were naked, but partially covered by the sheets.
They were quite a study in contrasts, though both hot in their own way. Anna, younger, slimmer, her 'dancer' figure started at the bottom with a lithe pair of legs which were topped by a fantastic trim butt. Her breasts were only a B-cup, which were plenty, especially when you felt how sensitive they were. Her skin was pale, her hair long and fire-red.
Erica, older, curvier. Her workout routine would put women half her age to shame, and it kept her tan body with curves in all the right places. Her full breasts and curvy butt underlined her 'MILF' status. Her dark brown hair was shoulder length in the latest style.
Most men would be lucky to bag either, and I had both here in bed together, plus my wife, who was basically a combination of the two, Anna's figure with Erica's coloring.
My entry into the room awoke Anna, who cracked an eye at me and smiled. She turned over to confirm her curvy bedmate was still present. She slyly slithered out of the bed, careful not to disturb Erica, who was also her new boss.
Anna stretched, pushing her breasts out at me, then grabbed a bathrobe from her bag and headed to the bathroom.
I headed back downstairs to start the coffee. Anna had spent enough nights with us that I knew she wasn't really functional until she was a cup or two deep. I knew the smell might wake the other sleepers too.
Anna joined me within a couple minutes, my wife a minute or two after that. The three of us were chatting for a while before Erica came down.
Anna openly laughed at the older woman, who had chosen to put her dress from last night on rather than come down naked.
Erica looked uncomfortable at the situation. Seeing her there dressed up gave me an idea.
"Anna, run upstairs to the closet in your room. I think Bonnie left something in the closet that Erica could wear."
My wife gasped, knowing what I meant, but I gave her a look, and she kept quiet.
I knew Anna would follow through on my plan, so I sat and waited.
A couple minutes later, I heard Erica and Anna on the stairs again. I turned and smiled.
Anna was still in her bathrobe, but Erica had now changed. But it wasn't a bathrobe, t-shirt, or pajamas she was wearing. It was the maid's outfit that Bonnie had worn to Daniella and Donny's house.
On Bonnie, it fit properly. On Erica, it was positively titillating. Her tits were almost falling out of the top, and her ass was nowhere near covered.
"Excellent" I said, appraising the older woman. Last night when Anna and I successfully put the 'F' in 'MILF', I had noticed how passive Erica was. I was going to push that limit as far as I could. No need to blackmail Erica, she seemed to like being told what to do. In bed at least.
"Honey, meet our new Eastern European servant. Her name is Ay-ree-ka, and she doesn't speak much English."
Amanda looked almost as mortified as her aunt seeing her dressed up this way, but Anna snickered.
"You, go in the kitchen. Make breakfast. Break-fast." I pantomimed eating to underline my point.
Erica seemed embarrassed, but walked into our kitchen. Anna sat down, still smiling.
I turned to Amanda now.
"Your aunt seems to be sexually submissive. I want to see how far I can push that."
I gave Erica a couple minutes, then walked in after her as my wife and her friend chatted.
I found that she had snapped out of it enough to start preparations on what seemed to be a serious breakfast.
I stood behind Erica, and stroked up under what passed for a skirt, feeling that Erica wore nothing underneath. I cupped her meaty ass as I looked over her work.
"Mmm, good work, girl."
I kissed her neck now, stepping up behind her, pressing my hard-on against her ass just like I had last night.
Erica froze, letting me touch her.
Reaching over her shoulder, I dipped my hand into her top, hefting her large breast and popping it out. Repeating on the other side, I stroked her breasts, rubbing her nipples lightly.
THe older woman moaned, pushing her breasts against me.
"Honey?" I yelled to the other room. "Did you feed Erica?" I pronounced it like 'reek' again.
"No" came the confused-sounding reply from my wife.
"Do you want to give her a snack, or should I?"
"Go ahead, I guess". I'm not sure that my wife had an idea what I was asking.
Take that as permission, I pushed Erica's hands down, having her drop the utensils from her hands.
Turning her around, I pushed on her shoulders, dropping the sluttily-dressed MILF to her knees.
I quickly dropped my pants, popping my cock out. Motioning to Erica, she took it with her finely-manicured hand, and proceeded to start to suck.
I let my wife's aunt set the pace for a minute as I mentally took a picture of the curvy brunette kneeling in front of me. Her hair was still a mess and her tits stood out proudly as she sucked my dick. Every now and then she would glance up at me, but overall she was focused on her work.
When I felt well-sucked, I proceeded to grab the back of her head and shove my dick down her throat. Erica gagged, but didn't pull off, letting me face-fuck her.
I went balls-deep a couple more times, confirming Erica's willingness to allow it, but then decided to go in a different direction.
Pulling my dick out, I lifted Erica to her feet. Turning her around, I bent her over the counter, and flipped up her skirt.
Lining myself up behind her again, I ran my dick up and down her slit a couple times before pushing in.
Erica groaned in pleasure as I penetrated her. I held her wide hips as I fucked her, our bodies slapping together. As we got into rhythm, I ran one hand up the maid costume to Erica's large breasts, which bounced every time my body slapped against hers.
The other hand followed, gripping the MILF's massive mammaries as I pounded her pussy from behind.
The sound of our copulation drew an audience. Seeing my wife and her friend out of the corner of my eye, I grunted out to them:
"Have a seat." They both did, Anna jumping onto the counter and spreading her legs widely. She opened her robe and started to touch herself.
My wife sat in a chair and did the same, her swelling breasts taking most of her attention.
The sight of the other two women raised my temperature to a boil. Erica seemed to notice, and put a hand on my hip to stop my thrusting.
