It was a lovely fall day, and I had just walked into my home when I felt my phone buzz. I was very surprised to see it was a text from Vicki Lee, my old best friend from high school.
"Hey Jean! Long time no see! How are things? Got a few minutes we could talk?"
It had been at least 5 years since we'd last spoken, so I couldn't imagine what this could be about. She had always been very reserved, and after chatting back and forth, I could tell there was something wrong, but she didn't seem to want to say it. I finally just asked if everything was ok, and to just tell me if there was a problem. Finally she told me she'd run into some hard times and had just been evicted and had nowhere to go.
"I'm so sorry my dear friend! Will you please come and stay with us for a couple weeks until you're back on your feet?" I replied, surprising myself a little. My husband and I lived a quiet little life in a nice little suburban home. It had been just the two of us for several years now, and I had never imagined having someone else come stay with us, but Vicki and I had been the best of friends and there was no way I was going to leave her out on the streets."
She didn't respond for a few minutes, and I was getting a little worried when my phone rang. It was her. She was silent for a little while, and I could tell she had been crying when she finally said "Would you really do that for me?"
"Of course!" I answered immediately. "Where are you now, I'll come pick you up."
"All right." she told me, giving me the address where she had been staying. I couldn't believe that she was only a few miles away and we hadn't gotten it touch. I felt like a horrible friend.
"Jean" her voice came back on the line, hesitating, "I couldn't stand to freeload off of you and your husband. Will you please let me do some work for you while I'm there? You know I worked as a maid for a few years after high school; I'm great at doing the housework, and I don't mind doing it at all. I'll take care of the cleaning and laundry and anything else you two need. It's the least I can offer for you saving me like this."
"You're my best friend, Vicki. I know you would do the same for me, but if that's how you want to do it, it's a Deal." I thought about how much I hated housework and looked around at the less-than-ideal conditions in my home. This would probably end up being a really good thing for me.
I pulled onto the street of the address she'd given me, and started looking for the nerdy, overweight, shy young Asian girl who had been my best friend for so many years. There was a girl standing on the roadside up ahead, but it had to be someone else I thought to myself, looking at the trim silhouette standing there. As I pulled closer I saw that she had a duffle bag and suitcase, and drawing even closer I could see that it was, indeed, a lovely Asian woman standing there watching me pull up. Then again, I think lovely is the wrong word; this girl was... sexy. Now I considered myself to be about as straight as can be, but found myself gaping a little at this gorgeous female. She had on the shortest of shorts which exposed her tanned legs and a crop top that showed her toned and equally tan stomach while being stretched around her grapefruit-sized breasts. Her long black hair hung to just past her breasts and her face was beautiful.
"...Vicki?" I managed to stammer as I stepped out of the car. She was already shimmying toward me in her heels with her arms outstretched.
"Jean!!" She cried out as she embraced me. "I've missed you so much!" She said, then tearing up a little again said "Thank you so much for taking me in."
On our way back we were catching up, and I couldn't help but keep checking out her fantastic body. "You look amazing!" I told her.
"Thanks!" She beamed at me with a bigger smile than I had ever seen on her face. She told me how she'd wanted to be a model and even though she'd had a long way to go, she was determined and made it happen.
"Well I'm extremely proud of you." I said, glancing at her luscious body again. "What happened? And don't tell me you weren't pretty enough, cause damn girl!" She giggled a little at that, but then her smile faded and she told me her manager had just cheated her and taken everything.
"That's awful!" I replied, and then trying to cheer her back up a little said "Well, I'm sure it won't be hard for you to find more modeling work." I told her. "You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen!" I blurted out, blushing when I realized how blatantly I was admiring another woman's looks.
I glanced in the rear-view mirror then and saw my own reflection. I consider myself a fairly attractive woman; I always kept in shape and generally took care of myself. My husband loved my petite body and was constantly complementing my looks which always made me feel amazing. Vicki had regularly told me during our school days of how jealous she was of my looks. It actually felt good to be the one fawning over her for a change, and I was a little surprised that I didn't even feel jealous. She had always been so ashamed of her body back then, and I was just so happy to see how she had changed her life.
When we arrived back at my house, we brought Vicki's things in and she said "I'm going to go get changed. I have a perfect cleaning outfit and I want to get straight to work!"
I smiled and jokingly said, "Eesh, is the place really that messy?"
She laughed, and I showed her to our guest room where she would be staying. She stopped when we got to the room and touched her hand to her heart. "Oh Jean!" she exclaimed "This is so perfect. I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you!"
I looked around at the room, and while it was the cleanest room in the house, it was just a bed and a dresser. I thought of her situation again, and just said, "It's nothing Vicki. I'm actually excited to get to hang out with you again!" I gave her a hug and excused myself.
A few minutes later I heard my husband come through the front door "Shit! I haven't even told him yet!" I thought to myself, so I ran to the front door and embraced him. "Welcome home baby! I... have a surprise for you! Well... for us."
"Oh?" He said; a curious look on his face.
Now I should stop here and tell you a little about my husband. His name is Dorian and I find him to be quite the hunk. His body is spectacular and goes perfect with his chiseled face and blonde hair. He's also what I would describe as a sexual powerhouse; he's pretty much horny 24/7. While I like a good sexing fairly regularly, his appetite far outweighs my own. Lately I'd been feeling awful about it as I thought I wasn't completely fulfilling his sexual need. He's has always been wonderfully good to me, and I know how lucky I am to have him. I'm his wife and I know serious his needs are, and that sex is an especially important part of our relationship to him. I'm regularly looking for ways to spice up our sex life, because I don't just want him satisfied, I want to do everything in my power to bring him as much pleasure as humanly possible. He certainly seems to have the same attitude as I don't recall ever once being dissatisfied sexually since we've been together.
I thought back to my performance the day before. I'd been waiting for him in his favorite lingerie when he got home from work; a little black longline bra that held the girls just perfect and a matching thong along with a serious pair of heels that I rarely attempted when actual walking was required. As soon as he walked through the door, I had kissed him and without a word slunk to my knees in front of him. I looked up and smiled at the surprised look of contentment on his face as I worked his slacks down and proceeded to suck his cock like a wild woman, not stopping until had plastered the inside of my mouth with his hot cum.
"Where would you like me to start Jean? Oh! Hello!" Vicki's voice rang out from behind me as she stepped around a corner and saw that Dorian was home.
"Surprise!" I said to him. "This is my friend Vicki I've told you about!" He was staring at her with a funny expression on his face that I couldn't really read. Turning to look at Vicki I actually gasped a little when I saw she had donned an incredibly sexy French maid outfit, complete with stockings and even a little hat and feather duster. She looked incredible and I could only imagine what my husband could be thinking at that moment.
"I... ah... she... um..." I stammered incoherently, staring at the two perfect mounds of breast peeking out the top of her dress.
"You must be Mr. Thomas!" Vicki swept to my rescue, walking up and hugging him like they were the best of friends, or maybe a little more than friends. "Jean has told me so much about you." Her perfect little body looked amazing pressed tightly up to my muscular husband, which I immediately realized was a slightly odd thought for me to have at that moment.
"Vicki needs a place to stay." I said, finally able to get some words out. "And..." I hesitated, looking at her, still pressed into my husband, her breasts straining to escape her outfit as they were smooshed up against his chest. "She volunteered to work as our maid while we let her stay here."
"Which... explains the..." He gestured at her, obviously searching for what to say, "...outfit" he finally said in a sort of confused and not entirely convinced voice.
She finally broke their contact, which I inexplicably found a little disappointing, and then she backed away a few steps, and did a little twirl for us, showing off the outfit. "I had this from one of my photo shoots and thought it would be perfect!" She exclaimed, giving us a little curtsy, sort of bending at the waist and arching her back up which gave us a perfect view of her stunning cleavage.
