It had been several weeks since our cleaner Anna and I had consummated our arrangement. I pay her $100 a week to have sex when she comes to clean. As my wife is always home, this means having a quickie, usually upstairs, when my wife is busy elsewhere in the house. The chance that we might be discovered adds a lot of excitement.
The first time Anna had worn a short dress. Not the most practical thing to wear while cleaning, but it was ideal for taking her quickly from behind.
Anna had surprised me after that first encounter, telling me that she'd had sex not long before with two roommates she also cleans for. I loved the feeling of her overly slick cum filled pussy and fantasizing about sloppy seconds soon became my obsession.
Our encounters followed a similar routine, though after that first time Anna had reverted to wearing her usual tight-fitting yoga pants. When I am sure my wife is busy, I rush upstairs to interrupt Anna's cleaning, pull down her pants, thrust into her, and cum in seconds. I return to my office thinking my wife is none the wiser.
Today is different. Just before Anna arrives, my wife announces she is going out to do some errands. I don't know how long she will be gone, so when Anna arrives at the door, I grab her hand and pull her up the stairs, explaining on the way.
Reaching the master bedroom, I realize Anna is wearing a dress today, and briefly wonder if she's taken on a new client. The thought is pushed from my mind as Anna pulls up the hem of her dress and sits on the bed. She lies back with her knees bent, putting her feet on the edge.
I take off my pants, but resist the urge enter her immediately like I usually do. We have time so I force myself to savor the experience. Anna wouldn't turn heads. She is a bit plump, but at twenty-five she is 30 years younger than I am, and that makes up for a lot.
I kneel between her legs and kiss her inner thigh. Anna giggles and briefly brings her legs together to squeeze my head before moving further onto the bed and letting her knees fall apart so her legs are open wide. I respond to this encouragement by kissing and nibbling up her thigh.
I know Anna is hairless having felt but not seen her. I stop kissing to look at her. Her inner labia are bright pink and puffy, protruding through the surrounding white skin. I gently push a finger between her labia, seeking her clitoris and finding it easily. I gently circle it a few times, and then push my finger lower toward her vagina. Anna makes a small noise and shifts her hips. My finger easily pushes inside her.
Anna's pussy has that overly slippery feeling I've come to associate with sloppy seconds. She is loose and I slip in a second finger. After thrusting in and out a few times, my fingers are wet. A thick translucent liquid starts to drip from her vagina and run down her anus.
My earlier thought about Anna wearing a dress returns. She has just been with a new client! I am finger fucking in some other guy's cum. This realization is accompanied by an urge to replace my fingers with my tongue. I start low, pressing my tongue against Anna's anus and lick upwards, gathering the dripping cum. As I move higher, I push my tongue into her vagina and use my lips to gently suck the gathered juices.
Anna is clearly enjoying my efforts, bending her knees and putting her feet on the bed again, using her legs to thrust her hips upward, forcing her pussy harder against my mouth. I adjust what I am doing to focus on her clitoris. Soon Anna lets out a stifled cry and pins my head between her knees. I slowly and gently move my tongue against her, coaxing out a long orgasm.
She finally lets me go and I emerge from between her legs red faced, my lips covered with cum and her juices.
Suddenly, Anna takes in a sharp breath of surprise and she sits up quickly, hugging her legs together. Confused, I follow her gaze to the door, and see my wife standing there.
A twinge of fear goes through me. I feel like a child about to be punished.
