Can I be your French Maid? Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Can I be your French Maid? Ch. 06

... had I last felt this giddy? If ever.

I reached over and kissed him gently on the cheek, then stood back. "Take care, pool boy. Try and stay out of trouble."

I turned and followed Valerie down the stairs to the front door. Sparkle E, her crew and the director ignored me as they continued to argue.

"Good luck," I whispered as Valerie handed me my cleaning supplies. She smiled then opened the front door for me. I walked out. My wife was parked on the driveway, the engine still running.

I can explain this, I thought. I can explain all of this... I just need to tell her the truth. She'll understand, right?

I walked around the car, opened the trunk and loaded the cleaning supplies. I mean, this was practically all her doing. The website made by IT, the latex catsuit with the strap-on dildo. I couldn't take all the blame, could I?

I walked to the passenger side door, opened it, slipped inside and looked forward.

"Should I ask?" she laughed.

"What?... oh," I said, then looked down at my t-shirt. "I ah... spilled... bleach on my uniform, so I had to toss it, and they ah... they gave me this as a replacement."

The story was flimsy, full of holes, would she buy it?

She laughed. "Well, that was certainly nice of them. Why Terror doesn't knock twice? Isn't that like a cheesy old horror movie? Was someone a fan?"

"I don't know. I ah... I didn't ask."

She put the car into gear. "So, I'm dying to know. How was it? Was it everything you were ...

... expecting?"

I bit my lip then swallowed, the faint taste of Josh's cum still lingering.

"Nothing out of the ordinary," I lied.

As we drove off, I looked down into the passenger side mirror, watching as the house shrank from view.

"No more butterflies, huh?" my wife asked.

I looked over at her and smiled. "No, I suppose not."

When we were home, I casually stepped out of the car, ignoring the gaze of the neighbors' drawn curtains. I simply didn't care.

"I'm going to take a quick shower," I said when we were inside.

I kicked off my heels, walked up to the bathroom, closed the door, locked it and stared at my reflection in the mirror.

My hair was still tightly pulled back into two pigtails, my makeup, weathered but not faded.

I'd lied to her, I thought as I stared into my own eyes. I'd cheated on my wife and then lied about it.

... and yet.

I thought back, remembering Josh's perfect physique while I was on my knees sucking his hard cock. Where there should have been regret... there was none.

I turned away from the mirror, turned on the shower then pulled off the t-shirt. As I brought it up, I caught the faintest hint of his musky raw masculine scent, then gently placed it down on the edge of the sink, slipped out of my lingerie and stepped into the shower.

Under the light pattering of the water, time stood still.

From every angle, I always reached the same conclusion. She can never know, I thought. It'll destroy our marriage.

Reluctantly, I ...