Curiosity - Sex Stories

Curiosity

She had been working for the Smiths for more than two years. They were a nice enough couple who always paid her on time and didn't give her too much extra work. There was laundry and dusting and polishing, sweeping and mopping, vacuuming. Occasionally they would have company over the night before and on those days there was always some extra work to do. Still, she had heard so many complaints from the other girls she worked with about the horrible, nasty homes they had to look after and she thanked her lucky stars every day that she didn't have to deal with anything like that. They were an older, middle-aged couple, who still made a handsome picture when they dressed up to go to a fund raising event or concert. The husband was especially debonair, having aged more gracefully as men are wont to do. Still, he never tried to paw at her, or made lewd remarks when she was bent over cleaning the oven, or on her hands and knees scrubbing the floors. He would have been shocked if he knew how often she fantasized about that very thing. She would imagine him approaching her from behind, laying his palm against the curve of her bottom, and squeezing roughly before moving away as though nothing had happened. Of course, such thoughts were ridiculous, as anyone could see Mr. Smith was crazy about his wife, spoiling her with gifts of expensive jewelry and designer shoes and purses. She imagined they were like most couples who had been together more than thirty years and had sex on special ...

... occasions and were content with that. Once a month she would go into Mr. Smith's workshop to tidy up and sweep and mop the floor. He always had his tools neatly arranged or hanging in their proper place and she admired his dedication to keeping his work space in such pristine condition. There was a tall cabinet against the far corner that was always kept locked. She found this a little odd, as the Smiths did not have children, and thus there would be no need to keep dangerous tools locked up. She thought maybe Mr. Smith used it to hide presents for his lovely wife. On this particular day, she entered the room and started sweeping the floor like usual. As she neared the cabinet, she noticed one of the doors was slightly ajar. She bit her bottom lip as she contemplated whether or not she should let her curiosity get the best of her. Mr. Smith wasn't due home for another forty-five minutes at least, and that's what decided it for her. What harm was there in a quick peek? Slowly she approached the cabinet and with some trepidation pulled open the double doors. A gasp escaped her mouth and her eyes widened as they registered what she was seeing. There were shoes; the kind of slutty ones her mother would never allow her to wear. The heels looked too impossibly tall to even be able to walk in them. There was a whole shelf of coiled rope in many rainbow hues, and another filled with duct tape in a variety of patterns and colours. What had made her gasp, however, was not the shoes, nor ...