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Layla rolled to and fro in her bed, her eyes shut tight, putting all thought away to have an evening nap after having no wink of sleep last night. William's words rang in her head all night, and it had already been five days since the dining room incident. The incident still frightened her because no matter how, she couldn't have a baby for him, especially with his low sex life.

Ever since then, she had developed a sleeping disorder, not that she'd had a nice sleep in this house before, but it had gotten worse over the days. She pulled the duvet away from her face and sat up straight, then rested her back on the headboard.

Her eyes dropped on the purple leg-shaped couch in her room, and a smile pulled on her face.

She fell in love with it when she saw it, different explicit thoughts came to her mind that she was forced to buy it, she knew that one day, she would enjoy her sex life.

William eventually gave her a different room after she was unable to conceive six months into the marriage. He thought he was punishing her by doing so, but she was damn happy; at least she could touch herself anytime she felt horny.

Sighing, she got down from the chair and walked slowly to the ensuite. She was suffocated in this marriage, but she was choiceless. She stayed longer under the shower, thinking that maybe she'd feel better after a long shower, but it only worsened her mood.

She slipped into her black slip-on and walked out of the room, took a turn to the gardenway.

She rubbed her palms together before wrapping her hands over her body. This was one of the things she loved about the garden, the cold breeze and the beautiful sight.

Her smile brightened seeing the beautiful colourful flowers, she ran her fingers through the pink roses, loving the texture in her hand, when her phone chimed in her pocket, she rolled her eyes before bringing it out.

*Your next appointment is next week, be ready, and I have changed your gynaecologist."

Williams.

Her knees wobbled as she stared at the message in her text. "That bastard," She half-yelled, a flame of anger shot through her.

"Seriously?" She asked with a scoff.

Within the three years, she had lost count of the gynaecologists she visited; her sessions with each of them weren't more than four to five sessions, and then he decided that he needed to change them.

She wiped the tears that threatened to leave her face.

Not again!

She promised not to cry again and walked away from the flower absent-mindedly.

"Fuck," She shouted as she almost tumbled over. She staggered before balancing on her feet, her eyes moved to the stone on the ground. Then, she bent down to pick it up, so it wouldn't hurt another person.

Her ears suddenly caught a familiar sound, she quickly rose to her feet, looking around, but saw nothing except leaves. The sound came again, and she gasped, realising what it was, and her eyes bulged out. That was a moan, a loud one at it, she had thought her mind was deceiving her.

"But how?" Her brows pulled up in confusion.

That was a moan, but there were no male servants around here. Williams only employed just five because he feared she might sleep with them, and on her way to the garden, she remembered seeing all of them.

That must be a stranger; her heart skipped at the thought.

A stranger.

How?

She exhaled fearfully before pulling a little courage in her and walking towards the sound.

She halted on her feet at the sight displayed in front, her eyes almost popped out. She quickly hid behind a tree as she watched the new maid called Carina, with her skirt down as 'she' fucked a maid she knew as Maria in a bush.

Carina grabbed her by the waist as 'she' pumped into her from behind, her palm collided with the latter's reddened, round butt, and Maria let out a high moan.

"Tell me you love it," She heard Carina say while slapping her butt again. Then 'she' pulled Maria's waist closer and plunged deeply into her. Maria let out a loud shout.

Layla swallowed her saliva as her legs buckled at the scene, and she felt her pussy dripping wet into her panties.

Carina stood straight with her hand on her waist, grabbed Maria by the neck before angling her lower, and 'her' hand left the latter's waist to her jingling boobs.

Carina fondled it before adjusting inside her and started fucking her harder; Maria's shout was all over the place.

Layla was dripping hard as she rubbed her hand on her panties while fondling her left breast with the other hand, unable to take it anymore. She dipped two fingers inside her dripping pussy, they slid in without difficulty, and she moaned in relief.

Carina's skin slapped with Maria's, pumping harder into her with 'her' hand circling around the moaning female's pussy, grunts matching with Maria's unending moans.

Layla followed their rhythm with her hands, spreading her legs wide, making her fingers go deeper into her clit.

She pushed them further before starting to pull them in and out; her eyes rolled to the back, getting what she wanted.

She scissored her fingers in her clit and thrust them in; she moaned but quickly cautioned herself, so as not to draw attention to her.

Her eyes locked with Carina's hand on Maria's boobs, she followed how she circled 'her' fingers on her tits and did the same for hers.

"Fuck," She half-yelled and was glad she wasn't noticed.

Carina grunted as her legs buckled, with her waist shaking, with a long, last thrust, and released juice into Maria's core.

Layla gasped with adrenaline filling her body, she moaned into her palm over her mouth, before thrusting her fingers faster. Her stomach rumbled and her eyes rolled back as she released her juices into her fingers.

She exhaled in relief as she tried to calm down, pulling her hands out. She dipped them into her mouth, her eyes shut close as she savoured her taste. She tasted damn good.

Glancing at them once again, she walked wobbly out of there before she was caught. The day was eventually good.

...

Layla woke up with a smile the next morning. She yawned, then stretched her hands before skipping to the ensuite, under the shower; the only image that filled her head was Carina and Maria's sex she witnessed.

Her stomach rumbled in joy, remembering how she cummed so hard just by watching them alone, it would be so good if she were in Maria's place yesterday.

She still couldn't believe that Carina had a dick below her boobs like a futanari; she really packaged herself well the day she came looking for a job. Thinking about that, she scoffed out a smile; that was to her advantage anyway.

Now, she didn't have to be bothered about bringing any male into the house or not; she already had what she was looking for all this time. She skipped happily to the sitting room, earning strange glances from the maids who walked past her.

Yeah, they should be surprised. She doubted she had ever smiled in this house for the past three years.

"You," She called out to a brunette walking in front along the big hallway.

"Ma'am," She answered with a bow.

"Tell Maria to serve my food in the dining room right now."

"Yes, ma'am." The maid said rapidly before rushing away.

An evil smirk appeared on Layla's face as she watched the maid walk away. This would be so good. She thought she took the left turn that led to the dining room instead of going to the sitting room like she had planned before.

She grabbed the handrail as she climbed down the spiral staircase. No, this was going to take longer, with the thought, she skipped the stairs by two, and before she knew it, she was already sitting in the dining room waiting for Maria.

After waiting for a good ten minutes, Maria eventually came out of the kitchen, holding a tray in her hands. She halted immediately upon seeing Layla seated already.

"M-ma'am," She trembled, holding the tray tightly.

"And this is the time you should be serving me breakfast, huh?"

"I'm sorry, ma, I'm so sorry, I was not expecting you to demand it this fast."

Layla adjusted her seat and angled her brow at Maria, her hands crossed over her chest. "At ten?!"

Maria's hands trembled as she placed her food on the table. She stared at the floor, biting her lips. "I'm sorry." She pleaded, and Layla scoffed.

"Leave my sight this second." She hissed, and Maria ran away quickly.

Layla smiled before digging into her food. She knew Maria wouldn't take the maid she sent to her seriously because she always had her first food by eleven, but today she had so many plans for her.

After finishing her lunch, she sent for both Maria and Carina to meet her in the sitting room. She crossed her legs on each other with the TV remote in her right hand.

"Ma'am," They greeted simultaneously, and Layla scoffed.

She dropped her legs on the floor before adjusting on the couch, with her gaze fixed on Maria. "I don't have much to say. Maria, you are fired, and you already knew what you did."

"Ma'am," Maria shouted, falling to the ground. "I'm sorry." She beseeched as she burst into a loud cry. "I'm really sorry," Her voice broke, but Layla scoffed, removing her gaze from her.

'You are sorry and you are fucking someone in my house, you must be stupid.' She didn't say that, though, because she wasn't planning on letting Carina know that her secret was with her.

"And you, Carina,"

"Ma'am," The maid trembled, and Layla was surprised by her feminine voice.

"You will serve me from today onwards." She announced, and Carina gasped with her mouth wide open.

"Ma'am? M-me?"

Layla raised her brow at her, rising to her feet. "Any problem?" She questioned and glanced at crying Maria before turning to Carina, "You should understand."

Carina swallowed her lump and nodded.

Saying nothing after that, Layla left the room.

****

Layla was hungry for strawberry juice in the evening, and there was no maid around. She exhaled in anger before leaving for the kitchen.

She was about to snatch the door open when the familiar grunt came up, making her stop abruptly with her hands on the handle. "Seriously?" She muttered shockingly.

This Carina didn't even bother about the fact that she fired Maria this morning, she was already fucking another maid in the evening. She laughed with a head shake.

Her energy must be skyrocketed for fucking almost every day; she wished her husband was like that.

She threw the door open and her mouth dropped to the floor. Carina held a short and shy, not-so-shy maid any more, Liana, against the kitchen island as Carina pumped into her from the back.

She slanted against the door and crossed her arms over her chest before clapping loudly. "Nice one,"

"Fuck!"

"Ma'am," Carina swore while Liana yelled, jerking away from each other as they put on their clothes quickly.

Layla stood straight, laughing mockingly while clapping. "So, this is what you are doing in my kitchen?"

"Ma'am," Liana fell to her knees, clasping her hands together. "I'm so sorry, I will never do this again, ma'am."

Layla let out a smug laugh, walking closer to her. She grabbed her shoulders with her eyes locked with hers. "Read my lips, you are fired."

"Ma'am," Liana yelled, falling to the ground with her hands locked around her legs.

"Please, don't sack me, I will never do this again," Layla stared at her disgustingly on the floor, she wasn't moved a bit by staring at the crying Liana. Rather, stepping away from her, she turned to Carina.

"Ma'am," Her voice was low with her hands behind her back, while biting her lips.

"You will suffer something worse than hers."

"Ma'am!" Carina's mouth was agape.

"Plea..." Layla was already out of the room before she could complete her words.

A smile appeared on her face, knowing she had already achieved her goals for the day. She was starting to enjoy this mansion after years.

She had gotten to her room before she remembered that she hadn't gotten the juice.

"Ha," She puffed out in anger before hitting the bed tiredly.

'Till tomorrow then,' she thought, drifting away to sleep.

~~'~~

Next Morning

Layla woke up to the news that Williams went on a trip to China, and she was damn happy.

'Today's going to be fun,' she thought, rubbing her hands together while smiling. She turned to the maid who brought her food. "Tell Carina to stop scrubbing the room I assigned to her, and meet me in my room now," She ordered the maid who brought her breakfast.