My name is Sherry, I'm a mom, wife and between myself and those reading this, a sub slut wife. Call it what you will, be it a sub, sub slut, submissive or whatever, I am what I have become.
I'm 33 years old and my husband Marty turned 40 this year. We have two children, ages 8 and 10, and it was an uphill battle regaining my looks after giving birth to the youngest, but thanks to a local gym membership and a lot of hard work I did it. The problem is, once I arrived at my goal, I guess I needed more, not just a trim figure and a firm ass. It turns out I needed attention from a man and unfortunately my husband was buried in his own world trying to make a name for himself in real estate and land development, so I strayed from him to others, and only now do I see this clearly.
It all started with another boring day at home surfing the internet while the kids were at school. If I remember right I was thinking of buying something sexy to get Marty's attention in the bedroom when I stumbled onto a for sale and want adds sight that I won't name, but is very popular to say the least. Well to make a long story short, it turned out that using a search word on google like "Lingerie" will bring more than just places to order online.
At first I ignored the links, but after a few minutes I thought, "Hey I'm an adult, why not look." Well after a little browsing I discovered there were women out there that cleaned houses in thong panties and bras, topless, bottomless and even in latex cat suits. This was a new concept for me and I saved the search and went on to order lingerie online that looked like it would show off the assets I had worked so hard to gain. The items came and I picked a night to surprise my husband Marty. Well let's just say it didn't work out. Marty just looked at me, shook his head and said, "I don't have time for this right now" and left the room to go back to work on his laptop in the den.
It broke my heart and made me sad, but worst of all I was pissed and that's really what got it all started. The next day I brought up the search and found the sight and proceeded to learn how to navigate it and search only local ads. One of the ads was a want ad for older women to house clean in lingerie for men wanting more mature women instead of the 19 to 25 year old girls that dominated the website.
For the next few days I thought about it and even decided I would let my husband decide for me by giving him one more chance to appreciate me in the bedroom. Well round two with Marty was a bust and the next day while he was at work I answered the ad and included a picture of myself in lingerie that I took in the mirror with my cell phone. The next day I logged into my e-mail and found a response to my inquiry. The response was from a woman and that made me feel a little more comfortable about the whole deal. She said I was beautiful and we should meet for coffee and discuss options. This sounded safe enough and I opted to meet her and see what it was all about, after all, she said I was beautiful and that was more than I was getting at home.
Turned out the woman's name was Jezebel and she was as well a house wife and got into the whole naughty house cleaning thing just a year ago and was very happy she did. She to lacked the attention she craved, but unlike me was now getting plenty of. The meeting went well she told me I could go with her on what she called an "Outing" and see if I liked it. Thinking it over, I felt a sense of security trying it this way and told her I would do it. Jezebel told me it might be a while until she had a call for two women to clean, but said she would run a special and see if we could get a customer. Jezebel stood, shook my hand flashing me a big smile and said, "OK then, we're off".
The next week produced nothing on my e-mail from Jezebel, but come Friday night I had a message from her, the subject line reading, "Good news." I read the message and found she had an opportunity for us to work together on the up coming Tuesday around 10 AM. She said the man was quite wealthy and she had worked for him before. She also said he tipped well to and she had taken 300 dollars in just tips home from the last time. I hadn't really even thought of the money part of it and in pondering the thought of having cash that my husband didn't know about, it seemed like a new form of independence to me and it made it all the more enticing.
Marty worked through most the weekend and for the most part it was uneventful. My time on Monday was taken up with grocery shopping and a few errands and before I knew it I found myself standing in front of the mirror on Tuesday morning trying to decide which lingerie set to wear for my big cleaning adventure. One set was just far to risquΓ©, the thong panties being all but non existent and the bra heaving my breasts up over the top with nipples gleaming on high beam. I had to admit though, wearing this in front of a strange gentleman did turn me on. The other set sported a little more in the thong and my nipples were not exposed. I remember Jezebel saying, Make sure and bring several or more sets of lingerie, so I put on the less provocative set on under my street clothes and the other in my purse and off I went to meet Jezebel.
The home was beautiful, with a long driveway and a private entry gate. As we pulled up to the house and stopped, Jezebel explained how we did things and the rules. She told me that we clean in lingerie but offer other services we feel ok with on a person to person basis. For instance, we may decide to wear less or even nothing for tips, or perhaps offer a massage to the patron or even more if we wish. She smiled at me and said, "This will be the most fun you have ever had, and you'll get all the attention you ever wanted, guaranteed."
As she finished speaking I was still mentally digesting the words, or less, massage and even more being offered and was starting to wonder what I was getting myself into. Jezebel and I walked to the door and a nice looking man in his late forties to early fifties answered our ring and asked us to come inside. Jezebel introduced me and asked where he would like us to start. The man that was introduced to me as Bruce, told us he would like to have one of us upstairs and one downstairs, and we could both change into something more comfortable first in the guest room down the hall from where we stood. Jezebel and I walked down the hall and into the room to get changed.
As we removed our street clothes, I found myself a nervous wreck and shaking as I stepped out of my skirt and then attempted to put on the taller heeled shoes that I had I had brought with me that matched my lingerie. Jezebel couldn't help but notice my nervousness and gave me a few words of encouragement as I successfully slipped on the second shoe. In the room we were in, there was a full mirrored door on the closet and as I straitened up from dealing with the strap on the high heel, I found myself face to face with a woman I hadn't met, but was soon to get to know quite well. The skimpy black bra barely covered my nipples and left the tops of my 38D breasts exposed, including a full cleavage. The thong panties barely covered my privates on the front and left both ass cheeks fully exposed. Turning slightly to the side I could see the pronounced form of my ass and I was reminded of all the early mornings and late afternoons spent at the gym near Westfield Park. To my surprise, Jezebel had been watching the whole time and said, "Girl, you look hot, you'll do well with Bruce, trust me."
It was decided that I would take the upstairs and Jezebel would take the downstairs and we both went our separate ways.
The upstairs of the house was beautiful and in no way in need of cleaning, but I decided to grab the glass cleaner from my basket and take a shot at the windows, after all, no matter how clean a house looks, the windows always can use cleaning, this I knew. The window I decided to tackle was at the end of the upstairs hallway and looked out to the backyard of the home. The window was a bit tall and it looked like I would only be cleaning the lower half as I wiped away while checking out the tennis court, pool and another building I assumed was a small garage with an apartment over it.
A man's voice from behind me suddenly broke the silence, making me jump just a bit and spin my head around. It was Bruce, and I blushed feeling as if I was naked in front of a stranger, which technically I guess I was, almost anyways. Bruce smiled and said, "I hope you don't mind me watching, you are absolutely beautiful, you really are." I blushed even more when he told me this, as his eyes roved every inch of my body. Searching for words, I remembered what Jezebel had told me about the men wanting to just watch a woman clean in a state of undress and sometimes they would ask the woman model her lingerie for them as well. With this in mind I played the part and smiled back saying, "Thank You sir for the compliment, I hope my cleaning of the windows is satisfactory." Once I said it, it sounded stupid, but Jezebel did say to respond this way when approached by a customer.
Bruce smiled and said the window was lucky to have me and he would get a small step stool for me so I could get the upper glass as well. This seamed nice of him at the time, but soon proved to have a hidden agenda. Once the step stool was retrieved and I was at the top step cleaning the upper glass, Bruce watched from below staring up at my uncovered ass and complimented me on how tone it was and how lucky a man would be to have me. This was flattering and I have to admit, being up like that above him and having him peer up at my ass was a turn on and that made me nervous. Bruce then said, "It might be safer for you if you placed one foot on the sill of the window."