This story is a total fantasy. There is no under age sex or cruelty involved. I hope you like it.
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Mary Kelly opened the door of her modest apartment to be greeted with the words, "Is that you, Love?"
She smiled. She was 48 years of age. Her husband Peter, was nearing 60 and was always glad to see her, especially since his illness. He relied on her so much and yet he never imposed himself. He was a good man and through all their difficulties their marriage had remained very firm.
When Peter had been in full time work, he had always held down excellent positions which had high salaries. During those times he had always looked after her so well. They had gone on expensive holidays and had a superior house right in the middle of town.
Mary sighed a little at her memories, but then shook her head. That was ten years ago. Even though money wasn't as plentiful, they still loved each other and things were getting better.
As she walked into the lounge, she could see that the room was spotless. He had clearly been working hard. Once she arrived home, Mary knew she could sit down and relax.
Peter had placed a nice cup of tea on the coffee table with some cream biscuits on a side plate. She murmured "Thanks Love." and sank gratefully onto the easy chair.
Peter asked, "Did you sort the church out Love?"
She nodded, "Yes, I decorated the altar with the flowers and did a spot of cleaning and spoke to Father Francis. He asked about you and hoped you were better."
Peter nodded, "He's good for the Parish. He is concerned about everyone. I'll try to go to Mass on Sunday. I missed last week."
Mary immediately came to his defence, "You couldn't help it Love. You weren't very well."
Peter shook his head, "Yes, I suppose you are right, but it is important not to miss Mass. You know that."
He changed the subject and asked, "Anyway Mary, have you got any more cleaning jobs on today?"
"Only the one job this evening, Mrs Grenville. It's very easy, the house is immaculate. No children and no shortage of money. I could do with a few more clients like them."
Peter nodded, "They pay well for everything. It certainly helps us out."
Mary nodded. To say she was well paid was an understatement. Her normal pay from Mrs Grenville was twice that of most of her other clients and then sometimes John Grenville would top it up with another £50.
"They seem to be very nice people Mary."
Mary smiled at him. He was always worried about her and needed reassurance. "They are lovely people, Peter. So kind and thoughtful. Cleaning the house is a doddle. Very often, I only have to dust around the pictures and run the vacuum over the carpets. They make everything so easy for me."
Peter looked more content. The difficult money situation seemed to be sorting itself out. They could relax a little now. He asked "Are you working tomorrow Mary?"
His wife shook her head "No, Love. I am taking a day off. We can afford it. I thought we could pop down to the seaside and have a walk on the beach and then go for a nice lunch."
It was ideal. Peter leaned over and kissed his wife on the forehead. "Thank you for everything Mary."
She smiled. She really loved him and said "I wouldn't have minded staying down there for a few days but I have to do some cleaning for Mrs Kent on Friday. They pay as well as the Grenville's. He's the Headmaster of St Winifred's and is worth a fortune. His wife is the Deputy Head Mistress. They are great friends of Father Francis. He's the Chairman of the School Governors."
Peter knew the family quite well. A bit stuck up and full of their own importance but basically very kind. They had certainly been helpful. The two families paid Mary so much now that she didn't need any other clients, but she still kept them on as she didn't want to let them down. She was that sort of person. She had integrity.
Whilst the Kelly's were having this conversation, across town in the affluent area, John Grenville and his wife Lucille were also chatting, but the nature of their conversation was quite different from the innocent words in the Kelly household. If Mary and Peter could have heard them, they would have been shocked.
John Grenville was a self made man. He was only 29 years of age but he had already made a fortune in property and had now moved into the lucrative rental market. He had married his wife Lucille 6 years previously. Lucy was quite a beauty and she had also proved to be an excellent business woman. Whilst John ran the overall finances, she looked after the personnel and staffing. She had quite a persuasive manner and John relied on her expertise. She seemed to be able to get people to comply without any threats. With Lucille, it was all gentle persuasion.
The Grenvilles had an active sex life but over the last few years they had expanded into other variations and were surprised how much in unison they were.
Lucy Grenville smiled "We've got Mrs Kelly coming tonight to do some cleaning John."
It seemed to be such an innocent statement but they both knew better.
John groaned "I know. I've had a horn on all morning, thinking about her. I love watching her bend over the sofa to clean behind it. I'm waiting for her to stand on the table to dust the edge of the ceiling."
Lucy looked thoughtful "I think she's ready now John. Since we've been giving her a couple of glasses of white wine, she seems to like me giving her a hug and a squeeze."
John muttered "That's my favourite fantasy. Watching you feeling her up as I have a wank in front of her. How ready do you think she is Lucille?"
They were both on the same wavelength as his wife explained "She is so grateful for the money we give her and she said her husband is so much better as he feels more secure now. The difference it has made to their lives has been wonderful. With the hugs and squeezes and a few naughty words she is more than ready."
"Don't forget the wine."
"I haven't. I am giving her the stronger stuff now."
"Did you tell her about the new Apartment for her and Peter with no rent to pay?"
"Yes, but I wasn't very definite. She was over the moon. I was able to give her another glass of wine and told her it would depend on her a lot, to dress in more modern clothes."
"Did she understand, Lucille?"
"Not really at the beginning, but I explained that she should wear shorter skirts and that I would get her a new brassiere."
"What did she say?"
"She was so grateful, she said she would do anything we ask. The only thing that worried her was her church. She said it would be difficult for her to go to Mass in short clothes."
"But she doesn't have to wear them to church."