PART ONE The New Maid
Like many other days I had returned home from work anticipating the rummage I was soon to have among the dirty clothes. The primary items I always sought were the under garments my lover had worn earlier in the week, specially the panties she'd worn yesterday. Oh those panties, a satiny pair of red hipsters or boy shorts I think they're called whenever I saw her in them my dick would always get hard.
I walked through the door and headed for the hamper in our bedroom, along the way to the upstairs I shed the clothes I wore. I stopped only for the briefest moment to step out of the Levis I had on.
I dropped to my knees and threw back the lid of the hamper and there on top were the panties I had wanted most. It should have struck me as odd they were on top of the pile. I didn't care, if I had given it my complete attention I probably would have realized I was being set up.
I brought the smooth fabric to my face and inhaled deeply, enjoying the aroma of my wives sex. I noticed a few stray, curly hairs in the crotch which only seemed to make my cock grow that much harder, it was already pointing straight up toward my belly button, twitching with every beat of my heart.
I sat down on our bed and began to pull the garment on enjoying the feel as I pulled them up my legs, I stood and padded towards our dresser so I could look at myself in the mirror, I thought I looked really hot. The head of my woody already pushed past the lacy waistband of the panties screaming for my attention.
I returned to the bed an slowly lowered them to just above my knees with my hard cock in my right hand and a small g-spot vibrator in my left, remembering the talk I had had with her last evening, I was completely unaware that my every move since I had returned home was being observed.
Last night we had spent the better part of the evening talking about my desire and to my complete surprise, hers as well to see me dressed in a maid uniform, we had played dress up a couple of times early in our marriage and I had loved it, other than those few episodes we hadn't done it again, in the last several years. (To my disappointment) The truth is told I loved the feel of her silky camisoles I had donned as we had made love those few times. I had thought those episodes would continue, but as the days and then weeks passed it never was repeated, I sensed her reluctance to relive those events, and that had puzzled me. I had been afraid to ask her why they hadn't. At that time I had guessed because we were newlywed , and I was concerned she might think bad things about me and maybe she'd freak and out and think I cross dressed. I didn't ,I just liked how her lingerie felt on my body. Now here it was eight years later and I believed that what I wanted back then was finally going to happen.
I had lotion on my hand as well as the vibrator covered with k-y jelly and with each stroke of my cock I pushed the four-inch toy up into my ass, with the vibration stimulating my swollen prostate, each thrust was pushing me closer to my orgasm. My cock now leaking a few drops of semen.
My tool is a sweet eight inches long, topped by a pinkish purple mushroom-shaped head and it was starting to grow as I sped closer to my release. I closed my eyes and when I did I heard a footstep in the bedroom doorway, I froze as I opened them to see my beautiful wife standing there, hands on hips with a mischievous glint in her eye. To my surprise she looked at me and told me, "Don't stop on my account." And as close as I was, I didn't, (couldn't)I gazed at her smile and pushed the pink vibe into my puckered hole, the vibrations pushing me over the top, I exploded, my cum shooting onto my legs and onto her panties which were sitting just above my knees.
Thank heavens I was sitting because as hard as I came if I had been standing I would have of collapsed for sure. When I came back to the moment man was I totally embarrassed caught with my cock out the vibrator pulsing in my ass, my load spattered on my legs, and her panties. I quickly shed the panties as I did I started to say"Sweety this isn't what seems."
She smirked and in a throaty whisper said to me "Shut up whore!" I was stunned, those words or others like them I had dreamed she'd say to me, of course it instantly began to arouse me again. She approached me and next said "Give me those panties whore." I quickly raised my hand and offered them to her, I handed her the cum soaked panties. Taking them from my hand she wiped the remains of my explosion from my legs, she balled them in her hand and in a stern voice asked, "Are you sure this is a road you want to go down?'
I nodded my assent she said to me, "I'll take you there if you really want me too, but it will be on my terms, and if you refuse at any time the fun stops, and it will never happen again, understood?"
I didn't know what to say, I assumed by my lack of an answer she had taken as my agreement to her terms. With her next step, she grabbed a handful of my hair and as fast as lightning forced her panties into my mouth, the combined tastes thrilled me, a mixture of dry, pussy secretions and fresh cum.
She took a step back and looked into my eyes and she uttered the words I had hoped to hear "Clean those up, there had better not be a drop of you're nasty cum on them when you get out to the living room, understood?" As I nodded my head she spun and walked out of our bedroom and 'when she walked away she said, "Then put those panties on! You have two minutes so you better hurry!"
I fumbled with her undies pulling them from my mouth savoring the taste of her pussy as I licked them I hesitated only for a second and turned them inside out so the fresh load would not be visible and I prayed she wouldn't notice I hadn't cleaned them completely.
Not wanting to dally I hurried out, but in my haste I stumbled and fell face first onto the floor. Typical of me I rushed down the stairs knowing that the panties were now on inside out realizing only as I reached the bottom of the stairs that, that might piss her off.
When I stumbled into the living room I saw her sitting on the couch with a kitchen chair pulled in front of her, she pointed to it and then told me to sit, I quickly did as told and was thrilled at the tone she used,there was no question I was being ordered not requested.