Our new cleaning girl

My name is Park Smith, and this is how my life became perfect.

I’d known that the spark had been gone for a while now. Ever since I got my new job, my wife Kacey and I had been more distant than ever. We had gotten married out of college and started careers right away. That had been three years ago now, and for two twenty-five year olds, we sure acted like an old married couple. We rarely made love anymore, really only on birthdays or anniversaries, and we never had conversations that didn’t involve work. I still loved her, to be sure, but we weren’t madly in love like we were as kids. Now it was just part of our lives, something we barely paid attention to.

I don’t know what it was that day, but when I woke up in the morning, I missed how we were before. I missed the late nights spent talking on the phone, sneaking away from schoolwork to spend hours in our dorms fooling around, how gorgeous and loving she looked on our wedding night. I wanted the passion back. But she didn’t, I could tell from looking at her. Her platinum blond hair now hung limply around her head when she took it down from the smart, professional bun that she had to wear at work, and the curves that used to keep me up at night were hidden under crisp business suits. I missed holding that amazing body next to mine, feeling her skin touch me.

And that’s when I hatched my plan.

“Honey? I thought I’d hire a cleaning service,” I said one night over dinner.

She looked around our house. It was nice, we were both paid very well, but it was empty and had a tendency to get dusty and unorganized from disuse. “That’s a good idea, I definitely don’t have time to clean up around here,” she replied. I smiled, happy that the first step of my plan had gone perfectly.

“Good, I’ve already started looking at prices, so it should be ready by the end of the week.”

“Ok,” she simply said, and stood to go to her study. She was an executive, which took up a lot of time at home as well as at the office. Now, the only late nights that we had together was when I stayed up late to wait for her to come to bed. But that was about to change.

I called in sick the next day at work, having already set up interviews for a full-time maid position in anticipation of her response. There were about five applicants, all female. All young, some straight out of high school or college dropouts looking for work. Exactly what I wanted.

The first four were pretty run of the mill. Cute, but very professional. They were looking to do exactly what the application said, but they didn’t have what I was looking for. I told them I would get in contact with them, but I knew none of them were what I needed for this to work. The last girl, though, was perfect.

Her name was Samantha. She had jet black hair that cascaded over her shoulders in waves. Her face was round and young looking, but had mature, smouldering grey eyes. She wore a pencil skirt that was slit just a hair higher than most businesses would have liked, and a low cut top that showed off her ample assets. She was one of those girls that knew she was amazingly hot, and wasn’t afraid to show off her voluptuous, hourglass figure. I escorted her in and motioned her to sit on the couch opposite me in our den. We talked about the obvious, what her job would entail; things like cleaning, cooking, and running errands like shopping.

“So, what qualifications do you have?” I asked innocently. This was all formality anyway, I could feel that this was the girl I was going to hire.

“Well, I worked with a maid service in Atlanta before I moved here,” Sam said with a slight Southern accent. I noticed that when I said ‘qualifications’, she straightened her back somewhat and stuck her chest out. I tried not to stare openly. “I’ve always liked customer service positions, too, and I’m very people friendly.”

I liked how she put emphasis on the words ‘service’ and ‘positions’. I grinned, “I think we can cut past the formality now. You know that this won’t just be a maid job.”

“Oh?” she said, somehow being innocent and seductive at the same time, “I don’t quite know what you’re talking about, sir.” At the same time, she shifted her legs, and the slit moved further up her smooth thigh. The top of the slit now showed me her hipbone, and I could tell just by glancing that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Now, I don’t know if she did this for all of her prospective bosses, but I didn’t think so. I consider myself a decent looking guy, maybe not like an actor or something like that, but I’ve been known to charm plenty of women in my time. I moved over to sit on the couch next to her, and she laid her hand on my thigh.

“Don’t worry, I’m a clean girl. I take my pills and play safe,” she breathed into my ear. Sam leaned in to kiss me, but I put my finger on her lips, holding her back.

“Not quite yet, if everything goes according to plan, there’ll be plenty of time for that later.” I grinned mischievously at her, and she smiled coyly back.

“Is there anything that I can do for you right now then, sir?”

“Well, there are going to be a handful of ground rules, Samantha. When you’re in my house, you are to call me ‘Master’ and my wife ‘Mistress’.” She looked confused. Either she hadn’t seen the ring on my finger, or had thought that she was going to be a secret from my wife. “You’re going to have to trust me on this. Second, about the price I posted online. I’m going to double it.” She was already being paid amply for her services, and her eyes widened as she figured out how much that would bring her total to. “I’m going to give you an advance on it, and I want you to go get the things on this list as fast as you can,” I said, pulling a sheet of paper out from my shirt pocket.

“Mr. Smith, just what is going on here?” she demanded. I hurriedly told her the details, and she smiled, her eyes glittering.

“Now be fast, you need to be back before my wife gets home.” She nodded and all but ran out the door.

A few hours later, everything was set up. I had cooked a light dinner, and my wife and I ate when she got home. Before she could go work, I stopped her, saying, “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

She looked at me quizzically, shrugged, and stood up. We walked into the bedroom, and she looked around, obviously trying to find a box or new addition to the room. Smiling, I walked over to the closet and opened up the door. There stood Samantha, in the new dress that I had told her to go buy. She had picked out an amazing one, though I wasn’t sure how it stayed up. It was a sheer blue fabric that hung low around her shoulders, accentuating the amazing amount of cleavage it showed off. As she stepped forward, I could see it was open all the way down the back, and I could see the tops of those amazing asscheeks. She was wearing panties now, a lace French cut that I could see the top of. The dress was so short that every few steps you could see just a hint of the white panties peeking out of the bottom.

You see, in college, before we started dating, my wife, like most girls around that age, experimented with other women. It was during those years that she had realized that she was bisexual, but preferred men. Well, preferred me anyway. We had had a few threesomes before, but they were always with her friends that were going through their experimental phases. I’d caught Kacey looking at several women before, and rather than making me jealous, it turned me on, which I’d say was a normal male reaction.

Now she was staring, mouth unabashedly open, at the southern belle that was in our bedroom. I walked over and stood next to my wife, and putting my arms around her shoulders, said, “Well, what do you think?”

“I don’t… I don’t know what to think, Park. Is she for me?” Kacey looked at me expectantly, and her glazed over eyes told me that she was getting excited. I nodded.

“She’s for us, to do what we want with. Isn’t that right, Samantha?” The young woman nodded slowly at me, breathing heavily. I looked down and could see a thin wet trail on the inside of one of her legs. I wondered if this was her first time with a married couple, or indeed with a woman at all, but I guessed not.

“Samantha…” Kacey said breathlessly, “What a pretty name.” Sam stepped forward and slid her arms around my wife’s neck, and they kissed deeply.

Now, I wasn’t really worried about cheating or anything like that. Like I said, I knew my wife loved me, but we needed some sort of spark to set our intimate relationship back into the heat that it once had. It was a calculated risk, yes, bringing in a complete stranger, but the few times that we reminisced about our evenings with her friends, Kacey would look much like she did now. It was one of the few ways that I knew would get her into the mood anymore.

When they broke their kiss, I was standing beside them, with a hand around each waist. I whispered to Kacey, “What do you want?”

She bit her lip like a cute little girl, and looking between me and Sam, said, “I want to see you with her.”

I was taken aback. All this time, I figured that the reason she liked the threesomes was because she liked being with the women, but in reality she liked watching me with our partners? It was surprising and unbelievably sexy at the same time. I nodded enthusiastically, and turned to Samantha.

“You heard the lady,” I said. With her eyes full of lust and staring into mine, she began to unbutton my shirt. She was a few good inches shorter than me, so I sat on the bed to give her easier access. Kacey knelt on the bed next to me, and we kissed passionately for the first time in a long time. She was hastily trying to get her coat off, and started working on her blouse once it was on the floor.

Sam had my shirt and undershirt off, and I was now barechested, alternately watching her fumble with my belt and my wife sliding off her skirt. I was pleased to note she still favored lacy bras with matching thongs. She kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, and then sat back on the bed to watch us.

I was fully focused on Samantha now. She had me down to my boxers, even going so far as to take off my socks! The button on my boxers was the only thing keeping my hardness from coming out, but I was pitching a tent like nobody’s business. Sam straddled me, still dressed as she was before. I could feel her high heels poking into my legs. She laid me down, bending over me to kiss me fully before starting on her work.

She knew what she was doing, and I briefly wondered how many other ‘positions’ like this she had taken. That thought left my mind, however, once she started moving her hips. I moaned in pleasure as I felt the wet spot on her underwear start to soak the only clothing I had left. She was so ready, and I couldn’t wait to oblige her. As she grinded, her dress started to shift around, and those tantalizing breasts were suddenly bare, her perfect pink nipples sticking straight out. I put her at a D cup, at least, and they swayed hypnotically as she rocked back and forth.

I sat up and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her tight. While the fabric stopped us, I could feel my other head pressing against something warm and wet, and begging me to be inside her. But that would have to wait until I was finished playing with those amazing tits. I sucked a nipple into my mouth, squeezing and twisting the other one as I bit lightly and playfully. Now it was her turn to moan out loud. I switched nipples, the first one glistening with my saliva.

With my mouth still playing with her chest, I stood and turned around, laying her on the bed below me. Now I was on top of her, and her legs wrapped around me while I ravished her amazing body with my tongue and teeth. Her hips were twisting around again, And my head ached to tear through my underwear as it felt her dripping pussy less than an inch away.

I pulled back, and she looked expectantly, and begged, “Please, take me Master.”

“Patience young girl,” I said with a wave of my finger, tutting her like a naughty child. I knelt down, and put my face between her legs. The first whiff of her scent was like a drug, and I licked her panties. The white, smooth fabric was so wet I could pretty much see through it.

I kissed and licked her underwear, softly enough that she would feel just the slightest pressure on her pretty cunt. She whimpered and tried to push her hips closer to me, and I obliged her by pressing my tongue as hard as I could against her hole, much like my cock had done moments before.

She wrapped her legs around my head, and reached down to move her panties aside, and I thrust my tongue deep inside her. She cried in ecstasy as I bit tenderly on her clit and flicked it with my tongue. A quick glance up showed me that her hands had taken up where mine had left off on her chest, and she was pinching her nipples while I went down on her.

I looked over at Kacey, who was rubbing herself through her panties, panting heavily as she watched. I thought about asking her to join in, but her look told me that she was thoroughly enjoying herself from where she was. Her bra was sitting on the floor now, and while she rubbed herself with one hand, her other squeezed one of her C cup tits. I had forgotten how much of a knockout she was, her body would have fit in well with any supermodel’s, much like Sam’s would have with any pornstar’s.

Between the heat of Sam’s womanhood on my cock earlier, her taste now, and watching my wife get off, I decided I was completely ready. I pulled down my boxers while continuing to attack the pussy in front of me with my mouth.

“Oh god, I’m so close…” Sam moaned. I took that as my cue, and with one motion, stood up and thrust myself inside of her. She was so wet that I slid right in with no problem. She must not have been lying, because as soon as I was in to the hilt, her pussy convulsed around me, and I felt a new wave of wetness as she came on my cock. Her hands gripped and twisted the sheets as she cried out lovingly, “Oh Master!!”

I started to move slowly in and out, loving every inch of her. She was so tight that I thought I’d lose it right away. Her hands reached down and hiked up the tiny hem of her dress, revealing that her panties had ties on the side. She undid them both with a quick pull, and pulled the soaked fabric out. Kacey grabbed it from her hand and quickly put it to her mouth to taste it and smell it.

Sam’s legs were spread, her heeled shoes in the air. The only contact between us was me inside of her smooth, shaven cunt. I thrusted as fast as I could, watching her tits jiggle back and forth. The sheer fabric now only served to accentuate her nudity, since it no longer covered anything decent.

I decided it needed to go. I pulled out, and forcibly flipped her over. There, on the back, the tiny length of cloth that connected the open back to the bottom of the dress was a zipper. I undid it, intending to flip her back over and take her completely nude. But the first sight of those perfect cheeks gave me a better idea. I stuffed myself back inside her, eliciting another groan of pleasure. I shot another glance over at my wife.

Kacey had Sam’s panties in her mouth, probably to muffle any moans of her own, and was now entirely naked. I was once again pleased to see that she had continued keeping herself shaved. It was a show of my own, watching her finger her smooth pussy, her thong dangling from one ankle and her eyes watching me enter a complete stranger. It was enough to send me over the edge.

I pulled out of her and wedged my cock in between her asscheeks. She sensed what I was doing, and clenched those perfect muscles, and I came all over her back, the thick white ropes reaching all the way to her neck.

“But Master,” she said, almost sadly, “I wanted it inside of me…”

“Soon, Sam. But I wanted to see this first…”

Before I could finish my sentence, my wife crawled over to Sam and, slowly, began to lick my cum off of her smooth skin. The younger girl yelped when her tongue first made contact, then moaned again as she got used to the impromptu tongue bath. When she got to the last strand of sticky fluid, Kacey turned Sam over, and, with it still on her tongue, kissed her.

Even though I had just came (and really hard at that), the sight made my now-limp dick twitch. They continued kissing, until Sam sat up and pushed Kacey down. She pinned my wife’s arms to the bed, and maneuvered herself until their nipples were just touching.

“Does it feel good, Mistress?” she mewled. I noticed that, at some point, she had kicked her shoes off and now had her feet and calves twisted around Kacey’s. My wife couldn’t move, but I don’t think she would have wanted to.

Kacey’s reply was wordless, more of a moaning gurgle than an affirmative. Sam somehow figured a way to lower her hips, and in seconds their pelvises were pressed together, the younger cunt dripping its fluid on to the older one. I crawled between their legs, and licked the full length of both smooth pussies in one motion. The taste was heavenly, as was the synchronous gasp that it caused.

Sam said, “Now now Master, I’m playing with Mistress. You just get your energy back and enjoy.”

How could I say no?

I sat at the edge of the bed my wife had vacated, and was excited to note the wet spot where she had gotten off watching me fuck our new servant. I put my hands behind my head, not wanting to play with myself while I watched. If I did, I’d have less energy to toy with their bodies more later.

Sam moved back and forth, now, which caused their clits to rub together as well as their nipples, and my wife’s eyes rolled back in her head. Sam wasn’t unaffected, either, and her mouth was open, panting, her tongue hanging out. After a while of the slow teasing I thought Kacey had gone comatose, but Sam reached up to move some hair away from my wife’s ear, and then took her ear completely in her mouth.

I had told Sam that this was her weak spot, and Kacey’s back arched. I knew she was over the edge, her cunt dripping fluid all over the bed. Sam’s hand was there to stop the leak, her fingers quickly disappearing into Kacey’s pussy while my wife twitched and squeaked out in pleasure. Sam quickly moved down, and her tongue replaced her fingers inside the older woman.

While Kacey laid back down, face red as a beet, I decided that it was time for me to join it. I knelt over my wife’s chest.

“Help me get ready, baby,” I murmered to her. She propped herself up on her elbows and took my partially hard cock into her mouth. She was amazing at giving me oral. I loved the way she grazed her teeth ever-so-slightly over the head, and then licked my balls back to front. By the time Sam had gotten her off again, I was fully hard, and shoved my dick as far as it would go into her lips. Her orgasm moans vibrated up and down my shaft, and her tongue danced around the length.

“Your turn now, Slave,” commanded Kacey. I was immensely turned on by her new pet name for Sam. The servent girl knelt, draped her nude form over my back, and whispered into my ear what she wanted. I was more than willing to oblige.

Sam laid down, legs spread, and my wife straddled her in a 69 position. She licked the girl’s pleasure hole, expecting Sam to do the same. What she didn’t expect was for me to get behind and fuck her doggy style.

“MMMMmmmm,” she moaned, and from the way Sam shuddered, I could tell Kacey’s lips were clamped around her pussy. Sam got the same vibrations I had a few moments ago, and was enjoying it. I pushed in and out of my wife slowly, so our slave could do what she had whispered: while I fucked Kacey, Sam sat partway up and licked her clit and my balls, tasting the mixture of my precum and my wife’s fluids. I was the only one with a free mouth, but I couldn’t do anything more than grunt in pleasure from the two girls tag-teaming me.

We went like that for what seemed like an eternity, my stamina boosted by the fact that I had just came so recently. Eventually, after Sam had come twice and my wife once, I lifted Kacey bodily up and set her on her feet. She looked confused, but realized what I wanted and sat on my lap facing me while I was on the bed. I could feel her heels in my behind where her legs were wrapped around me, and her chest pressed against mine. Her nipples were poking into me, hard like diamonds. We kissed, and I could taste Sam’s cum in her mouth.

The girl didn’t miss a beat, either. She resumed her duties, now kneeling on the floor in front of us. After a few minutes, her tongue on my balls any my wife’s steaming hot pussy around my cock made me cum for the second time.

“Oh fuck baby, I’m cumming too!” she shouted in my ear. I could feel my entire shaft and testicles being soaked by her, which Sam greedily lapped up.

I pushed her back gently, saying, “Slave, you need to clean up my wife, understand?”

“Yes Master…”

Sam laid back down, on the ground this time, and Kacey straddled her face, sitting on it but careful to keep her weight off. The servant licked her up noisily, and when my wife stood up, I could see some of my cum on her face, dripped out of Kacey’s pussy and on to our new toy.

“Sam, would you please show Kacey the rest of our present?”

“Of course Master.”

Sam stood up, gathered up her dress, and went back in the closet, quietly closing the door behind her. Kacey looked at me questioningly, and asked breathlessly, “There’s more?” I nodded, and pulled her down onto the bed with me, where we kissed like high schoolers again, so focused on one another that we didn’t even notice the sheets were soaked with sweat and ejaculate.

A few moments later, the closet door whispered open, and my wife and I stared hungrily at our servant’s new uniform. She wore nothing but thigh-high stockings, arm length gloves, and a choker; all of sheer black fabric. I noticed that her nipples were pierced, and figured she must have taken out the piercings before our little session. Now though, simple rings hung from her nipples, a silver chain connecting them. It was as tasteful as something sexual could have been.

Sam knelt by the side of our bed, eyes down and hands in her lap. I had never told her to be so subservient, but then again I had never mentioned the chain and piercings, and I was simply grateful for her initiative. Her skin still glistened with sweat, and there was still a strand of cum on her chin. Her demure attitude and lewd image were more alluring than anything could have been.

“Where shall I sleep Master?”

I looked at my wife, allowing her to have the final say. To my joy, she responded, “Stay with us, Samantha.” Our king size bed was plenty large, and we slid apart to allow Sam to lie between us. She faced Kacey, rubbing her round behind against my groin. I was too tired for another session, but we fell asleep rubbing one another all over, and my wife and I, still naked, passed out while kissing passionately while Sam curled up with her face in Kacey’s chest.

It was, all in all, a good day.

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