"Come in, please." Maris gestured to him and opened the door wider.
The bakery was lit by candles and felt warmer than outside.
Usher scanned the place with his eyes, looking for Bertram, but he couldn't see him anywhere.
"Who are you looking for?" Maris asked with a smile.
"Bertram," Usher replied.
"He's still sleeping." The smile disappeared from Maris's face, and a frown appeared between her brows. "He never gets up early, so I have to prepare everything by myself."
Usher raised an eyebrow in surprise and shook his head. "You're not alone now."
Only then did Usher notice that Maris was not wearing her usual bodice and apron.
She was wearing a very short, comfortable sleeveless blouse, along with loose, lightweight shorts.
Even though the shorts were loose enough to be comfortable, they weren't long enough to fully cover her enormous rear assets.
Usher stared at her for a while, and Maris didn't shy away from his gaze. She even pushed her chest out a little more with pride.
Usher swallowed with difficulty. He wasn't exactly a good man, and the fact that Maris was tempting him like this didn't sit well with him—at least in his own opinion.
"Great!" Maris jumped happily. "Now that you're with me, things will be much easier."
Usher nodded, unable to stop watching how Maris's two large breasts bounced with every small jump.
Since things like bras didn't exist in this time and world, if Usher really wanted to, he could see the prominent tips of Maris's breasts pressing against the thin fabric of her blouse.
Usher and Maris began working in the bakery. Maris focused on organizing the place and the tools, while Usher chopped firewood and stacked it beside the oven.
Part of that wood would be used to light and heat the oven, while the rest was kept as reserves for the day.
Throughout the entire process, Usher's eyes never left Maris's body.
And Maris, fully aware of this, went even further—exaggerating her movements, bending over when she didn't need to, just to show Usher her rear.
Sometimes she pretended to feel hot and wiped sweat away with her small blouse. Because it was so short, using it that way revealed a bit of the underside of Maris's breasts.
Usher felt extremely uncomfortable having to chop wood while being completely hard down below.
After an hour of work, the two of them managed to finish all the preparations needed to begin work and open the bakery.
Since there were two of them, they finished much faster than Maris usually did on her own. Bertram still hadn't woken up.
Usher and Maris took a well-deserved break, sitting at a small dining area in the back of the bakery.
Maris was kind enough to give Usher a glass of milk and a soft piece of bread.
"Thank you," Usher nodded and began to eat.
"You don't have to thank me." Maris stretched out her arm with a smile and began to caress Usher's hand.
Usher raised an eyebrow but didn't pull his hand away.
"What is it that you want?" Usher asked.
He had never really spoken deeply with Maris; they simply looked at each other and acted according to their sexual attraction.
But he had no idea what her intentions were, whether good or bad.
"You already know what I want," Maris replied with a smile. "As long as you give me what I want, I can help you and your family."
For a second, Usher felt like he was being used like a prostitute, but a moment later a wide smile appeared on his face, matching Maris's.
Maybe for a woman, being treated like that could be an insult, a humiliation, or for a few, something exciting.
But for a man… it was a dream come true.
Well, at least for a real man—not some pampered pretty boy.
Usher quickly finished his glass of milk and stood up from the table. He slowly walked around Maris without stopping his gaze, while she watched him with curiosity.
Usher reached her back and placed both hands on Maris's shoulders.
"Even though you didn't answer my question, I can imagine the answer," Usher said as he began massaging her shoulders, slowly leaning closer and whispering into her neck.
"You want me to fuck your unfaithful cunt over and over while your stupid husband doesn't notice."
Maris's body trembled as she pressed her legs together and clenched her teeth, but she didn't say a single word to deny Usher's claim.
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Raising an eyebrow when he saw the notification, Usher understood that his words had hit the mark.
His hands stopped massaging her shoulders and slowly moved to grip her neck firmly, though without any intention of choking her.
He forced her to look him in the eyes while one of his hands slowly slid down her neck toward her cleavage.
"You want my hands to roam all over your filthy, hot body." Usher's hand reached one of her breasts and began to caress it.
"Mmnh!!" Maris let out a muffled moan.
"You want me to explore the places no other man has ever reached!" Usher slipped his tongue into Maris's ear while pinching her nipple.
"Ahhh!!!!"
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Maris was clearly aroused, and with one of her hands she grabbed one of Usher's legs and quickly moved up to his crotch.
Her mouth opened slightly in astonishment when she felt the size of what was hidden behind his pants.
Both of them were completely heated and stopped thinking about the consequences.
"Why all the noise?!"
But a sleepy voice snapped them out of their trance.
Both reacted in fear, and Usher hastily sat down beside Maris, pretending to eat his bread and drink his milk.
Maris, on the other hand, tried to appear calm, but her entire face was red and her body was trembling.
Bertram came downstairs wearing a long nightshirt, rubbing his eyes as he tried to wake up completely.