The week after the cheerleader night was relatively uneventful. My neighbor was travelling for business and staying in New York for about two weeks. My ex and I went back to our normal lives. She was back teaching, doing classes and after school meetings. I was back in advertising in New York. My ex was still dressing as slutty as she could at home. That was now our new normal at home.
I was also thinking about my ex said in the church parking lot. She liked the idea of putting what we earned in her nightly activities in our house fund and save for a down payment. She also brought up the idea of more customers to help grow that down payment. It was almost a throwaway line, something said to be funny. I didn't take it that way -- and I was thinking she didn't either. We didn't talk about it, but I didn't forget it.
My neighbor called me toward the end of the end week and asked if my ex could be available Friday night. I said yes, and he asked if she could be waiting for him in his place. He said how we set up was up to us. I agreed, and told him to call us from the airport when he was on his way.
I let my ex know she was booked for Friday night, time to be determined., She asked why, and I told her what he said, that he would call when he was on his way, and she was to be waiting for him. She smiled at that idea, that the call girl was getting a visitor, not the other way around. We both worked out a scenario for her to play, and waited until Friday night.
On late Friday afternoon, she showered and I laid out what we had discussed. She went to change and then came into the living room. It was perfect. She had on a little French maid outfit, very high heel shoes, and looked every inch of the servant girl. The heels made her great ass stick out, and with only a thin piece of a thong covering her backside, I figured she be having sex about five seconds after he walked into his place.
Just then the call came, and he would be back to his place in about 30 minutes. I walked my ex down stairs, and set the scene. She had a serving tray, bottle of champagne, glasses, and a small array of appetizers. After everything was laid out, I kissed my ex on the cheek and left her in his place. For some reason this felt different than the other times when she went to his place. She was now waiting for him, like she was a gift for him. A welcome home gift from your trip. -- coms home from a long week on the road, and his reward was this little thing to serve his every sexual need.
I was upstairs, wondering what my ex was thinking as she waited. It had to be different for her as well, just sitting in some guy's apartment, waiting for him to come and take her to bed. Add in being almost naked while waiting probably added to her sexual tension as well.
I then heard the front door downstairs open, and knew it was him. I stood at right at our apartment door so I could hear his reaction to seeing his evening's s prize waiting for him. The key to his apartment turned and I heard the sound of his front door opened. rorm the back of his apartment, I heard my ex say, "Good evening, sir, welcome home. How was your trip?" And she said it in an English -- almost Cockney - accent. She was playing his servant girl as if he was the lord of the castle. Well, it was his house, so technically, yea, I guess he was the lord of his castle.
The door must have been still open, as I heard her say, "May I bring you your drink, sir?" Then I heard him, say, "Yes, girl, bring me my drink." The door closed, and someone turned on music to mute them from being heard.
I waited upstairs for a bit, now knowing what game those two were playing. My ex had set the scene, and I wondered where she would go with it. I also wondered if she would lead or would he take over. I then did what I did the other two times - left the building and went for a beer. I would hear all about it in due time, and I would get to live it right after that.
I got home close to the end of their session, and I could still hear music paying. I made my way upstairs, grabbed a drink and waited. My mind was not only thinking about what sex acts he was committing on my ex-wife, but what scenarios had they created with her English accent and the sir and girl routine.
I heard the door open up downstairs, and then her footsteps climbing up the stairs. She opened the door and, once again, she looked just like she did when she left. This shower at his place was now becoming a standard practice.
"How was it?" I asked. Unlike the other times, I really didn't know what to expect beyond a sex recap.
"It was phenomenal! I really like playing these roles! Makes it so much fun than just having sex!"
"What role did you play?"
"Well, I was sitting there thinking. You said serving girl, my role was to serve him, and that made me think about an English servant girl and her master. It wasn't the Middle Ages, but I kind of treated it like that. I used that English accent I used in the Shakespeare play I did at Fordham. Remember?"
I did. It was the first time I saw her on campus, and fell for that accent. I also remembered she would use that accent when teaching Shakespeare in class. She was starting to bring parts of her regular life into the call girl part.
"He walked in, and asked him if he wanted a drink. He said yes. I then when to grab his coat and then hung it up. I then asked about his travels -- that's the word I used, travels. He told me about it. I brought his drink over and brought out some food. After all, I was his serving girl. I then asked if he needed anything else and he said not right now, wench! Wench -- I got him to play along! That was so much fun!!"
This was intriguing and I wanted to hear it all. This wasn't the naught cheerleader bit. This was some fantasy scene she was creating, seemingly in real time. Still, I wanted to hear about the good stuff, so I jumped in.
"Okay, but when did you guys fuck?"
"That's rather crude. I was playing a role. And it was great! Do you want to hear this or not?"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Tell me everything."
"He ate a bit, and I sat away from him, like a good little servant girl. When it looked like he was somewhat finished, I asked him if I could draw his bath! You should have seen his face! Stunned, confused, everything! He really had no idea what to do or what was coming next! He's thinking he paid to fuck his teacher neighbor, and now he's in the middle of a Shakespearean sex scene! He stammered out a yes and I went to his bathroom! I started the bath and laid towels out on his floor."
"As the bath was almost ready, I called to him and said Sir, your bath is drawn -- all in the English accent. He came in, fully clothed, and I began to slowly undress him. God, that was incredibly exciting. I don't know if it was the act of taking his clothes off or me being his servant, but either way it was great!"
Now I was glad she was telling me the whole thing. I never realized she had this inventive streak. It usually took a while to get her to come up with things, but now it was right at the top of her mind. She went on as I sat there listening.
"When he was naked, he kind of stood there. He wasn't sure what to do, so I took his hand and lead him to the bath. I don't think he was thinking he had to bathe, but he moved down in the water. Then I began to wash him! I kept on talking to him, telling him I was washing off the dirt and dust of the road, some really stupid stuff. But he loved it! When I was done, I got him up and began to dry him off. He then got into his role as the lord of the manor! He just looked at me and told me to continue drying, make sure I got him dry everywhere. I knew what that mean, so I rubbed his ass and balls. His dick was standing right up! When I was through, I leaned back on my thighs. He looked down at me as he put on his robe and simply said thank you wench. I smiled big because he was pleased with me, his little servant girl!"
"At that point, I figured it was time to start. Since I was down there any way, I leaned forward and asked if it was time for his blowjob, sir. He responded yes wench and I went to work. I keep on going and I could tell all this role playing put him on the edge really quick. I stopped and then asked if I could swallow his seed -- I used the word seed -- and he said, yes, wench, you may. He spurted all down my throat -- I didn't spill a drop. When I was done swallowing him, he told me that I was a good servant and we should now move to the bed!"
As I listened, I never realized my ex had that streak in her, the want to be subservient in some way. I saw it when we played the sex games that started all of this, but didn't really think it was a big part of her. Apparently, it was, and that gave me a few ideas for the future.
I then asked her what happened next, as her telling me the story her way was far better than what I originally wanted, her jumping right to the fucking part.
"We went into the bedroom and then he sat on the bed. Surprised me, but I didn't say anything. Then he said to me, wench, time for you clean your lord's nether regions. With that, he lifted his legs high in the air exposing the bottom of his balls and his asshole. I was a bit shocked -- I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do. He lowered his legs a bit and told me girl, time to get to work, and lifted his legs even higher. His butthole was right in plain view, and now realized what he wanted. I had to lick his asshole. I had never done that! I wasn't sure, I could do it so I kind of stopped in my tracks. He didn't move, just said from his prone position girl, do as I say or face the consequences!"
"What did you do?" I wanted to know as I would either have my ass licked or not. It all depended on that answer!
"What could I do? I was playing a role, and a job is a job! And I didn't want to face the consequences! I didn't know what they would be, but given we were playing master servant, I didn't want to find out! I got on my knees, started kissing and licking his thighs and ass cheeks, trying to get myself closer to his hole, to build my confidence that I could do it. I got closer and closer, and felt myself actually shaking! Finally, I started to lick the outside of his asshole and that was it! I closed my eyes and started licking his asshole with full vigor. It wasn't as bad as I thought would be, so I kept on licking and he started breathing heavy. The heavier he breathed, the more I licked. I was thinking I was doing a pretty good job! I reached up to grab his dick and felt it was rock hard again. I kept licking and stroking his cock until he said to get up."
"I knelt back there on the bedroom floor, like a good and obedient servant girl. He stood up, told me to get into breeding position."
"Hang on!", I said." Breeding position? He used a condom, right?"
"Oh sure, it was just what he called it. Breeding position. And for some reason I knew what he was talking about. I put my hands on the bed, bend over and fully exposed my pussy and ass for him. I was bent over waiting for him to fuck me."
This was what I wanted to hear. The fact he said breeding position really got me going, and the fact my ex willingly did it convinced me she really liked being a paid for girl. She started to talk fast again, meaning like before, she was getting turned on retelling her experience being in the breeding position.
