Naya and Gary

Here's how I once changed the entire outlook on sex for a workmate, after his divorce, with the help of an "Old Maid."

Working night-shifts on security was boring as hell, sometimes. It was okay when there was trouble to deal with, but most nights were spent sitting around the guardhouse trying to pass the time. One of the other guards I got along with - a guy named Gary - had a deck of cards with naked girls on the reverse, and when we weren't playing poker we were laying the cards out flat on the guardhouse desk and rating the girls, shuffling the cards around in order of who we'd fuck first. Hilariously, it led to a few faux-heated exchanges as we fought over who gets what girl. He always had a penchant for the darker-skinned beauties in the deck. But anything to relieve the boredom, right?

Gary was an older guy, recently divorced, not bad looking I suppose. I wouldn't really know, to be honest. But he was always presentable at work, and his uniform was always ironed (unlike the rest of us scruffs!). I'd tease the hell out of him during these card sessions, telling him he wouldn't know what to do with half those girls on the cards if he got his hands on them in real life. Even though he'd bark back that he'd run rings around me with them, I could see in his eyes he knew it was true. I felt a bit sorry for him, actually, and hoped to hell I didn't get like that at his age.

I'd met his ex-wife once, back when he was still with her and she'd swung by to pick him up one morning after night-shift. His car was in the shop, and she didn't seem too pleased about being his chauffeur. The flab on her pale arms hung down when she'd stretched her hands impatiently over the steering wheel, casting sour looks in my direction as I'd gone through the change-over with the relief guard (they only needed one for the day shift). He'd confided once it'd been over a year since they'd done it, and he couldn't even remember the last time he'd had a blowjob from her.

Anyway, yeah, Gary's ex was this nasty, pasty bitch who'd given him tonnes of grief right up to their separation. In fact, she'd continued to do so even after she'd moved on with a new man, hassling Gary for his signature on sundry documents. When it was time for the divorce papers to have their turn in the signature lineup, it nearly broke Gary in half, the poor bastard.

Had to hand it to him, though, he did his best to keep it together. And like I said, I got along with him because he was a genuinely nice guy. When my own car finally conked out, Gary insisted on dropping me off home anytime we shared shifts. Honestly, it really was a pain in the ass to get home without wheels, so I was pretty grateful to him for it, especially since I tease him so much.

Naya, my girlfriend, appreciated it, too. Because she worked days and I did nights, we didn't see too much of each other, so getting back in time before she headed out was a bonus for us while I saved for a new car.

By this stage we'd been going out for a couple of years, having met when she'd turned eighteen and could hit the clubs. At thirty years of age, I'd started getting over the club scene and was considering dialling it back a lot, but thankfully I hadn't that particular weekend. The good thing about having a 21 year old girlfriend was that she was always up for a fuck. Couldn't imagine being stuck in a sexless marriage like old Gary had been.

In fact, it was Naya that told me Gary's good-looking. Like I said, I wouldn't have had a clue, but Naya likes older guys (ergo why we're together despite the ten year age gap) and reckons girls like older guys like Gary, with his receding hairline and crow's feet. Makes him seem experienced and mature, she said.

Our age-gap got brought up a lot, actually, but usually in our foreplay. The fact that I had ten years on her turned Naya on. Had a kind of daddy complex, of sorts. So she'd mention a lot when we made out, or when I'd be in my security uniform and she'd lay naked across me whilst I fingered her. The uniform really did it for her, and in turn she'd buy costumes online to wear for me.

Naya had this one outfit which was a sexy maid costume. There was very little to it, but it was undeniably the French maid of fantasies, complete with the white ruffle headpiece and the lace apron. The black dress beneath was tiny, barely covering her ass, made from a sheer material to show the curves of her body beneath. I say dress, but it was more like a skirt, because it was basically backless. It was fucking glorious. It came with a ruffled garter she'd snap into place on her thigh. Because she was Indonesian, the contrast of the white garter on her brown thigh would have me salivating almost more than the curve of her ass cheeks peeking out from beneath the black dress. The best bit, though, was that the front of the dress was like the back, completely open, and the lacy ivory apron revealed her perfect tits underneath. Naya's nipples were dark, like two choc-drops delicately placed in the centre of each robust boob. There was no hiding them behind that lace apron.

Most weeks I had Thursday and Friday nights off, and I'd convince Naya to surprise me with one of her outfits for one of my nights off. Sometimes she'd do it surreptitiously, and I'd be caught off-guard in the middle of making dinner or something, turning to find her dressed like a sexy bunny or a schoolgirl. But for this particular night I'm about to tell you of, I specifically requested the maid uniform. I hadn't seen it donned for a while and was in the mood for some lace and ruffle.

I was watching TV, deliberately ignoring Naya. That was her cue, she knew, and slipped off to the bedroom to get changed. It was part of the game, treating her as staff whilst I just relaxed. When she emerged I couldn't help but look her up and down. I tried not to, as it was my part to play the detached employer, but man did she look good. She'd donned a pair of shiny black pumps, Louboutin's I think (the undersides were red), which rounded her calves deliciously.

Naya strutted across the lounge whilst I returned my gaze to the television, sneaking glances at her as she made out she was cleaning the house. She even went and got the vacuum cleaner and started it up, drowning the noise of the TV. She hadn't done that before, and when I saw her sly smile I knew what was expected of me.

"Turn it off!" I demanded. "Trying to watch TV here."

She pretended not to have heard, aiming the hose of the vacuum under the TV cabinet, bending at the waist so the dress rode up over her back and exposed her ass. A thin strap of black thong cleaved her ass cheeks, barely covering her chocolate starfish.

I stood and strode across, slapping her ass to get her attention.

Naya shot upright, her mouth forming an O. Naya had thick lips, and when she puckered them it made them even plumper. It was all I could not to run my thumb across them and delight in their softness.

Instead, I snatched the vacuum hose from her and ran the end up the back of her thigh, sucking her flesh into the hole. She gave a yelp and jumped aside before the suction reached her ass and either pulled on the dress or tore her thong off.

Even over the whir of the vacuum's engine we heard the rap on the kitchen door, the one visitors used most.

Naya's eyes went wide with alarm, and when I called out I'd be there in just a moment, Naya dashed for the bedroom to hide. I was right behind her.

"Don't change," I demanded.

"But someone's at the door," she said, eyes like saucers in the gloom of the bedroom.

She snatched a bathrobe off the back of the door, so I pulled it from her grasp.

"Hey!" she protested, trying to keep her voice down as though she didn't want to attract the attention of our visitor, even though I'd yet to answer the door.

"I'm serious," I said sternly. "New rules tonight. You stay dressed like this, and after twenty minutes come out and start dusting."

Naya shook her head, saying "nuh-uh."

Another knock on the door.

"Hold on a second," I called, craning my neck toward the lounge. Then to Naya I said: "Babe, this'll be fun. Promise."

We'd talked about fantasies before, idly rattling off a list of things we were curious about but had never - and might never - try. Whilst I've been curious about fucking Naya in front of strangers, she'd always got off on the idea of performing for them, too, in her own way. She said she liked the idea of other men watching her. No-one in particular, just the idea she was so desirable o men that they couldn't help but spy on her while she showered or masturbated or something.

"You'll owe me," she said firmly.

I nodded. Of course, I knew this meant I had probably just agreed to a Nicholas Sparks movie marathon or something. The price one pays for fun.

I ducked back out through the lounge and into the kitchen, unlatching the door. Gary stood there scratching at the back of his head, holding a six-pack of beer in the other hand. He looked awkward as hell, smiling sheepishly as he held the beer up.

"Supplies," he said, as I beckoned him inside.

I'd invited him around when I'd found out we'd both been rostered off on the same night. Usually he'd try and get in an extra shift at another worksite to boost his takings, though now his ex was out of the picture I think he was happy to start spending more time at home. I know what an empty house can feel like, however, even if you've had to share it with someone you resented. Gary hadn't been keen on the idea of a catch-up outside of work, but I'd insisted.

"Got the cards?" I asked hopefully.

He fished for the deck of nudie cards in his pocket and held them up with a grin.

"Good stuff," I enthused, rubbing my hands together.

We moved into the lounge and I parked myself on the lounge, getting stuck into the beer. For his part, Gary was reluctant to make himself at home, standing around like he was at an art gallery and couldn't understand why. He looked around at my shelves of stuff, made some lame comments about the brand of TV I owned.

"Sit down and put your feet up," I laughed, passing him a bottle as he fell into the couch beside me.

I flicked the TV on for some background noise and to help take the edge off Gary's awkwardness, the volume down low so we could still talk.

"Nice place, though," he remarked, nodding as he looked around the room.

"Yup, the maid keeps it pretty tidy," I said nonchalantly, amused when his head snapped in my direction.

"You got a maid?" he asked incredulously. "For a place this small?"

"Of course," I smirked, knowing he wondering how in fuck I could afford that on our paltry wages. "Naya's busy with Uni mostly, and after work I just couldn't be stuffed. Just easier that way."

He nodded as if it was a totally plausible answer, but I could see he thought I was either taking the piss or moonlighting on other gigs for the extra cash.

"Deal em out, then," I said, nodding at the card deck bulging in his pocket.

Down went the blinds, just ten bucks each to start off. Gary dealt the cards, his eyes hungry when those dark-skinned girls flashed before his eyes. Pretty much straight off the bat I folded, though. It was a ruse, but Gary was none the wiser, happily snatching up my cash for himself. After a couple more poor hands, I deliberately let the naive bastard score the pot. It wasn't much in the grand scheme of things, but for us it was a solid day's work.

"Geezus, Gary, go easy on me," I whined, baiting him.

"All or nothing," he grinned confidently, dealing another hand.

"Might have to check on this round," I said, turning a pocket inside out to show it was empty.

He raised his brows and gave me a wry smirk, nodding his head at the TV set.

"Can play for that, if you want?"

Just then, the sound of heels clipping the floorboards distracted us, and we both turned to see Naya enter the room, confident as you please. She was still dressed in her French maid outfit, her ebony nipples clearly visible behind the white lace of her apron, the garter like a beacon for my dick against her thick, brown thigh.

I heard Gary gasp beside me, turning to see him watching Naya walk boldly past us with a feather-duster in her hand. His eyes were fairly bulging out of his head, and it took him a moment to realise the maid was in fact my girlfriend. That's when he quickly looked away, and then at me, worried he'd caught a glimpse of something he shouldn't have.

"Told you I had a maid," I chuckled.

When Naya set to dusting down the bookshelf, I could see her hand was trembling. This made her nervous as hell, but the insides of her thighs glistened. Brilliant. My girl was so turned on, waiting inside the bedroom for her cue to make her grand entrance, that her juices had wet her thighs. I could imagine the overwhelming urge to have her pussy pumped at this stage would be driving her crazy.

Gary glanced again in her direction, his mouth gaping like a fish. I'm sure he was struggling with whether he should say hi or not, his penchant for civility creating an inner conflict he couldn't hide.

"We can play for that, if you want?" I quipped, arching my brows and tipping my head in Naya's direction.

Gary rubbed his hands on his legs, trying to ease the anxiety out. This was like a nightmare for him, in some ways. He'd been secretly jerking off to the dark-skinned beauties on the back of those cards, and now here was the real thing, young and supple, unlike what he'd fleetingly had for the last years of his failed marriage.

Naya bent at the waist, reaching the duster down low. Her ass cheeks came apart, her dusky skin paler up the crack where her sunbathing had browned her cheeks but not this forbidden valley.

Gary looked away, but I bade him not to.

"Seriously, mate," I said, pointing in Naya's direction. "Is that not an ass worthy of worship?"

He rubbed his mouth, grabbing his bottle of beer up for comfort, and hesitantly checked my girlfriend out. Her ass was practically bare; that thong left nothing to the imagination. The tiny triangle of fabric covering her bulging pudenda was glazed with her juices.

"Deal," I commanded.

With shaking hands, Gary dealt the cards, forgetting to face the flop upwards in his nervousness. I reached out and turned the three cards over.

It was like taking candy from a baby. Naya's presence was too distracting for him, and he bombed. Every cent he had was mine. I fleeced the poor bastard harder than his ex-wife. It was almost like he didn't mind. In fact, I'd conjecture if I'd said turn out your wallet for a good look at Naya's pussy, he'd have done me one better and emptied his bank-account for the privilege.

If the tables had turned in his favour, however, I'd have considered trying to talk Naya into letting him feel her up as recompense. His loss.

There was just one thing I hadn't actually counted on: and that was how horny all this prancing around in front of our guest had made Naya.

She was standing right in front of us, and her hand had strayed down past the hem of her dress. Having our eyes on her while we played cards - more importantly, Gary's eyes - had eventually proven more than she could take, and now her hand was undulating steadily as she rubbed herself, her heavy-lidded eyes barely open as she watched Gary watching her.

I'm a sucker for train-wrecks, watching awkward social situations spiral out of control, and this one was no different. I was super curious as to how Gary would ultimately react to my girlfriend's brazen performance. If I'd placed money on it, I'd say he would've come to his senses when she started moaning aloud, and bolted for the door, muttering about catching me at work in a couple of nights' time.

He sat transfixed, swallowing hard as he stared open-mouthed. Naya pulled the apron and dress aside so we had a better view of those panties, only to see she'd actually deftly slipped them off at some point when we'd been embroiled in a showdown. Naya's pussy is an "outie", with thick folds of labia poking from between her lips. She was flicking them and rubbing her fingertips between them, covering her hand in slick pussy-juice.

"My god..." whispered Gary.

I grinned at him, as if to say that's what I've been banging whilst you've been lying frustrated next to your frigid wife all these years. He rubbed a palm briskly over his close-shaved skull, expelling a deep breath.

"Mate, that's a beautiful sight, I tell you," he said to me, returning his scrutiny to Naya's nether-region.

With his compliment came his reward: Naya moaned in pleasure, long and loud, furiously working her pussy now. Hearing praise for her pussy from another man sent her wild. She lifted her leg and slammed her heel down onto the coffee-table before us, angling her knee to one side so her pussy lips parted. A string of honey stretched from her honeypot to her thigh, glistening as it shook from her administrations. She was now inserting her fingers inside her vagina, her knees trembling with excitement.

There was tent-pole in Gary's pants, though he did his best to hide it by doubling over so his belly covered it. Me, on the other hand, was sporting a proud boner and unashamed of it.

"Play for it?" I said.

Gary stared at me in wide-eyed disbelief.

"She needs a hand," I said, nodding at Naya's pussy. "Winner gets to finger."

"You for real?"

I nodded, and Gary licked his lips, rubbing his hands on his legs as he stared up at Naya.

"You okay with this, Naya?" he asked, voice tremulous with desire.

The poor fucker and his simple naivety made me laugh. Hungry pussy stared him right in the face and he still wasn't sure what the situation was.

Naya nodded, biting her lip and rolling her hips up so we had a better view of her pussy. It was so wet her fingers delved in with sloshing sounds

I clapped my hands together, startling Gary who jumped in his seat.

"Righto, let's play Old Maid," I announced, getting a look of disdain from Naya (the game is called Ghost Card in Indonesia, by the way). "Now now, sweetie, it's not a judgment on your youthful good looks."

I excused myself for the toilet whilst Naya went to the bedroom for a tissue to wipe herself dry. Gary sat on our couch like stunned mullet, probably wondering what he'd done to deserve such luck.

So I set the cards up, and Gary and I got to playing, whipping out a card to leave an unpaired one by close of the game. This time Naya watched intently on, forgoing the pussy-play to more closely see which way the game would sway. She had a significant stake in the outcome, too. But she was leaning over the back of a chair, and her tits were hanging like fruit from a tree, straining against the lace apron, her nipples beckoning to us like sirens on the sea. By fuck, they were beautiful, those nipples. I honestly could never get over how much they looked like choc-drops, and ready for sucking.

The game shed quickly, the pairs slapping down onto the table in a whir of shuffling cards.

With the stakes appreciably higher than before, Gary's attention was riveted to the cards and not those amazing brown tits straining against the white lace but a hand's reach from us. He was determined to win, the randy old bastard!

I have to admit his eagerness to get his hands on my girlfriend's young pussy made me harder. It validated her attractiveness that he'd fight for the chance to get a finger up there.

The deck whittled down to but a few cards, and we swooped on them, arranging the last of them in our hands to pair up. But there was a problem: Gary played his last hand, but in mine there were still three, and a pair they did not make. I shook my head and laid the cards face-up on the table.

Gary sat staring wide-eyed at me, like I'd just told him he'd won the fucking jackpot.

"I screwed it," I sighed. "Must've thrown down an extra card at some point."