I’m not sure how to describe what happened a couple weeks back. Surprising, embarrassing, or just crazy hot.
Several months ago, I decided to hire a cleaning service to come to my place once a week, just to tidy things up a bit. I hate housework but like to come home to a clean place, and to invite a “chance encounter” to my place for the occasional hook-up.
When I called the cleaning service, I asked if I could request their maid, Mary. She had come highly recommended by a co-worker whose home she cleaned and the company was happy to oblige. Mary’s scheduled arrival time was 9:00 a.m. sharp Tuesday morning. When she arrived the first time, she was very shy and dressed in loose mom jeans and a baggy sweatshirt. She told me she was always prompt and explained she would be finished by noon. Her face was attractive but, in her work clothes, I had no idea what her body was like. Not that it mattered; I was only interested in how well she cleaned my home.
Every Monday night, I made sure to set my alarm so I was up, showered, and heading off to work by the time she arrived in the morning. Since I sleep in the nude and often wake to a raging hard-on, I didn’t want her to accidentally walk in on me. I tend to kick off the covers and often awake fully exposed.
For a couple of months, the plan worked great. I came home and the place was spotless. I tipped her very well – so much so, that occasionally she baked chocolate chip cookies while she was working and, when I arrived home, the place smelled divine … and the cookies were a welcome treat.
Then I made a mistake: I was working late one Monday and I forgot to set the alarm. It was 9:30 when I heard the sound of dishes rattling in the kitchen.
“Oh shit!” I thought. “The maid is here and I’m buck naked with a hard-on. I grabbed a blanket, covered myself, and closed my bedroom door. I took a quick shower and threw on my clothes.
Certain I had saved myself from embarrassment, I opened the bedroom door and walked into the living room, apologizing that I had overslept and I had intended to be gone before she arrived.
“No problem,” Mary replied loudly from the kitchen as she busied herself with her duties. “I saw your car keys on the kitchen counter and thought you might still be here so I got started in the kitchen. Did I wake you?”
“Well, yes,” I answered, “but thank goodness you did. I have a pile of work waiting for me.” As I rounded the corner into the kitchen, I noticed she was avoiding eye contact. It was unusual; she was normally very friendly, in a strictly-business sort of way.
I stopped for a moment then asked, “Is everything okay?” She turned toward me and her face was beet-red in embarrassment. Then she turned away as she spoke. “Forgive me,” she explained, “but when I thought you might still be here, I called out to you but you must not have heard me. I went to your room to wake you, the door was open, and I … I couldn’t help but see you laying there … I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have …”
I interrupted her apology, “No, it was my fault completely. I didn’t set my alarm. I’m so sorry. I’m so embarrassed. I hope you will forgive me …” Awkward doesn’t describe the two of us standing in my kitchen apologizing to one another. “Well, I’d better get off to work,” I said as I made a hasty exit.
When I reached my office, I went straight to my co-worker’s office—the one who had recommended her—a blurted out the story of what had just happened. “Oh my God,” he laughed, “I wonder if she saw you naked as a jaybird.”
“By her reaction,” I replied, “I’m pretty sure she did. I hope she accepts my apology.”
“I wouldn’t worry too much about it,” he explained, “Mary needs the work and I know she appreciates your generous tips. I tip her well, too, because I know her situation at home. Her husband is a complete loser, he can’t keep a job because he shoots his mouth off to his boss and they fire him. He treats Mary like a rug he wipes his feet on. She should dump him but her self-esteem is so low she stays with him. It’s too bad because she’s a real sweetheart.”
Things went back to normal after that. To my surprise, Mary showed up at 9:00 a.m. the next Tuesday. My alarm had gone off early and I was dressed and left when she arrived. A few more weeks passed, and I came home to a freshly-baked loaf of banana bread, my favorite. I smiled, thankful that all was good with us again.
The following Tuesday, a heavy snowfall was forecast and I called Mary the night before to tell her not to risk driving if the roads were bad. She thanked me for my thoughtfulness. She said she would see how the weather looked in the morning and make her decision then, if that was okay. “Of course,” I replied, “just know it’s not worth risking your safety to clean my place.”
Overnight, the snowfall was lighter than expected and Mary showed up at 9:00 a.m. I went to work but watched as the snow started coming down heavier and heavier. Schools were closed and I started to worry about the drive home. I looked at my watch. It was half past noon. Mary would be gone by now so I felt safe leaving early to avoid snowbound traffic.
To my surprise, Mary’s car was still in the driveway. I figured she was waiting for the snow to let up so I went in, expecting her to be watching the weather. She wasn’t in the kitchen or living room. I called out for her but got no response. As I reached my bedroom, I looked in the open door and there she was, stretched out on my bed, completely naked, her fingers working gently, slowly over her clit.
“I was hoping you’d come home early,” she said. “I figured that I got to see yours, it’s only fair you get to see mine, too.” I stood in the bedroom doorway speechless, unsure what to say or do. But my cock was throbbing at the sight of her. Her body was curvy in all the right places.
“But, but …” I stammered, “What about your husband?”
“He called me and told me he got stuck in the snow. He’s two hours away and waiting for a tow truck. He doesn’t know when he’ll make it home.” Still, I was without words as I watched her work her pussy open, inviting me to take a closer look. “I’m sorry,” she continued, “This is so unlike me. I’ve never done anything like this before. But I haven’t been able to get the sight of your cock out of my mind since that day. Every night since, I’ve masturbated, thinking about what it would be like to feel you inside me.”
After I pinched myself several times to see if I was dreaming, I realized Mary was, in fact, fingering her pussy, naked in my bed, desperately wanting me to fuck her married pussy. What’s guy supposed to do?
I moved beside the bed and slowly undressed. First unbuttoning my shirt, then unbuckling my pants and let them fall to the floor. The bulge in my shorts was immense and her eyes locked on it. I stepped out of my pants and climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside her, then leaned over to kiss her gently. Her tongue darted out and pushed my lips apart. Mary wasn’t the least bit shy when she reached for the bulge in my boxer briefs and squeezed my erection.
“My God, you’re big,” she said as she tugged at the waistband of my shorts, yanking them down roughly. My cock sprung out and she gripped it with one hand, stroking it while she supped my nut sack with her other. She looked up at me and said, “You look shocked. You knew I saw you naked that morning. I was so turned on, you could have bent me over the kitchen counter and had your way with me right then.”
“Yes, I’m shocked,” I replied, “but I’m glad you’re here. Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Oh, yes,” she smiled as she spoke, “I’m sure. I want to enjoy this.”
“But, what about your husband,” I prodded.
“My husband? When he’s in the mood—which is usually when he’s drunk—he climbs on top of me and humps me for a minute or two till he cums, then he falls asleep. We’ve got at least two hours to enjoy this, if you want me, that is.”
“Want you? Hell, yes, I want to fuck the living daylights out of you. Are you kidding?”
“You can do anything you want to me,” she said. “So stop talking.” With that, she pulled my cock to her mouth and started sucking it hungrily, as if she hadn’t had a meal in weeks. Her cock-sucking skills were exceptional and before long, I was about to blow my load into her mouth.
“Spread your legs,” I told her, and she opened them wide, inviting me to take a taste of her married cunt. Her pussy lips were already swollen and her slit gaped open. Her pussy was sopping wet. I licked her clit and sucked her pussy lips into my mouth. She moaned softly as I worked her pussy with my tongue. When I shoved my tongue into her wanting hole, she gasped with excitement. I looked up her body and saw she was gripping her nipples tightly, one between each of her hands. Her fingers twisted them roughly as I continued my work on her pussy.
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
“Louder,” I commanded.
“Please fuck me,” she pleaded.
“Tell me you want me to fuck your married cunt.”
“Yes, yes, please fuck my married cunt. Fuck me like a slut.”
Without any further delay, I moved up her body and rammed the full length of my stone-hard shaft inside her. She gasped a deep breath in then let it out in a soft moan. She tilted her pelvis up to welcome my stiffness, and our rhythm was instantaneous. Out tongues intertwined as my cock stroked her neglected pussy. Her first orgasm came quickly. She wrapped her legs around mine and bucked against me as the walls of her vagina clamped tightly around my cock. It seemed as if her orgasm wouldn’t stop and, once again, I was close to delivering my load.
Then she went limp, laying there satisfied, enjoying my cock still moving slowly in and out of her. We kissed and held one another until she recovered. Then I turned her over and told her to get on her knees, I was going to fuck her doggy style.
“Oh my,” she mumbled, “It’s been a long time since I’ve done that. I’m afraid I won’t be able to take all of you that way. Will you go slow, please?” she begged as she assumed the doggy position.
“Hell no!” I answered. “I’m going to fuck you rough. You said I could do anything I wanted to you.”
She squealed slightly as I mounted her from behind and drilled her as deep as I could. She took every inch and began rocking back and forth to meet my thrusts. The harder I fucked her, the louder she got, until she was enjoying her second intense orgasm. This time, I couldn’t hold back, I unleashed an admirable load inside her. “Stay right there. Don’t move.” I told her as my cock fell limp from her gaping cunt. I watched as my cum oozed slowly onto the sheets below, creating a large pool of cum. I rubbed my cum all over her pussy and ass before flipping her onto her back.
“Clean my cock,” I instructed, and she eagerly took my fading dick in her mouth, licking and sucking our co-mingled juices from it. Then, I laid down beside her and we kissed, caressed and dozed off. When we awoke, nearly two hours had passed and her phone was ringing.
“It’s my husband,” she said. “I’d better answer it.” She clicked the answer button and said, “You’re back on the road. You’ll be home in an hour. Okay, drive safely. Me? I, umm, I just finished cleaning. His place was a little messier than usual. I’ll be home when you get there.”
She clicked the phone off, smiled, and looked at me. “You know, we really should allow at least an extra hour for your cleaning each week. Maybe two. What do you think?”
“I think I like this treat better than cookies,” I replied. “Plan on an extra two hours next time.”
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