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‘Did anything interesting happen at Mr Forbes’? You were late home last night.’It was unusual for her to be late home and that combined with the splendid breakfast she had served up on a weekday, was suspicious; no, suspicious is not the right word…it was interesting. You know, when two unusual events create a ripple in the usual calm of an uneventful life.I have to confess that it wasn’t only those two things that aroused my interest. I’d noticed a stocking top hanging out of the laundry bin. Why did that trigger an investigation into the bin’s content? Simply that Patricia didn’t wear stockings. Rifling through the contents of the bin, you could say I struck the motherlode; a black frilly quarter-cup bra, another stocking clipped to a suspender girdle, a pair of panties that matched the bra and, I could scarcely believe my eyes, the sexy French maid’s outfit I had bought her that (disappointingly) she’d never worn for me. I sniffed at the panties. The oddly familiar smell triggered the final stiffening of an erection that had begun as soon as I had first handled the discarded outfit. Careless of her to leave the evidence like this. But evidence of what?She was busying herself with loading the dishwasher, replying in an off-hand disinterested manner.’No, nothing. He just had a few more chores for me than usual.”He takes advantage of your good nature.”No, not really, he’s a busy man.”He doesn’t go anywhere,”He works from home, gets up early, and goes to bed late. Hardly has time for everyday necessities. I don’t mind and he’s very generous. His wife passed away Sex hikayeleri quite recently and I don’t think he has coped very well. I think she did everything for him.’She spoke quickly and, I thought, defensively.’I suppose that’s why he needed a maid.”A maid? She paused in her activity to look at me quizzically, ‘I’m not a maid, I’m a home help.”There’s a difference?’She did not hold eye contact with me for long, turning back to loading the dishwasher with an unnecessary urgency.’Will you be doing any laundry today?’ I asked, as casually as I could.’Yes, I have a few bits I need to run through. Do you want me to put anything of yours in?”I could use some undies washing. Are you doing smalls?”Yes, just bung them in the laundry bin.”OK, I noticed it was full to overflowing. I was surprised to see your maid’s outfit in there.’She shut the dishwasher door harder than necessary, clearly rattled. After frantically fiddling with the control settings, she switched it on and turned to face me, a forced smile clamped on her pretty face.’I thought I’d give it a rinse through before wearing it, I thought I’d been a bit…err…neglectful of you recently.”You’ve never worn it. Does it need washing?”Oh yes, you have to wash new intimate clothes.”I thought it looked as if it had been worn. I was surprised to see stockings.”Oh yes, I know how you like stockings.”One was attached to a girdle, it looked worn to me.”I tried the outfit on,’ she claimed, weakly.’And the knickers…looked like cum on them…smelt like cum…semen.’She sat down on a chair Sikiş hikayeleri at the kitchen table, her expression pained, defeated. Tears welled up and clung poised to drop.’I’m so sorry.’Her deep brown eyes appealed…for leniency? For forgiveness?’I think you’d better tell me what has been going on at Forbes’ house.’She sighed, sat down heavily on a chair, and began to tell me her story.’Commander Forbes has always made me feel uncomfortable.”You didn’t say anything.”I didn’t mind. I don’t know why, but I liked it.”You liked feeling uncomfortable?’ It seemed to me an odd thing for her to say.’It wasn’t creepy, it was exciting.”I don’t understand.”I’m sorry, I’m not explaining very well. It’s hard to explain.”What was it that made you feel differently than with any other…client.’I used the word deliberately. It evoked a particular kind of relationship than referring to him as a customer or patient.’I’ve thought about it, often. Maybe it’s knowing he had been a Royal Navy Commander, a man who had held power over other men, the power of life and death in his prime. He just has a way of looking at me that makes me feel subservient and exposed, as if my actual clothes are leading him on, teasing him rather than covering my body.”Did you dress differently when you visited?”Not the first day. But on that first visit, when I put on my housecoat to begin cleaning, he told me it was a shame to cover my clothes.”That sounds forward, very personal, for a first meeting.”It does, telling you now; it was natural at the time, it seemed quite innocent. Erotik hikaye But also it was as if he was telling me to take it off.”What did you do?”I took it off.’Why was that so erotic? Why did my cock stiffen when she said that?’It was the strangest thing. It was like undressing, like stripping; as if he had not seen me without the housecoat. Then I felt his eyes on me as I went about doing things.”It sounds creepy.”No,’ she protested, ‘it wasn’t. I felt self-conscious, yes, but I found myself moving deliberately, carefully, almost performing. Not only aware of him watching me but aware of my body inside my clothes, the materials touching my skin, tight in places, loose in others; my dress sliding over my underwear, knickers rubbing between my legs, my bra straps tight. I felt my swelling nipples actually pop out over the cups of my bra and rub on my dress as I moved. I was incredibly aroused. It was all I could do not to pull my dress up and masturbate there, standing legs akimbo right in front of him; I didn’t, of course, but I felt his eyes on me, imagined he could see my panty-line as my dress tightened across my buttocks. I found myself deliberately thrusting my thighs back as I bent to pick things up…things that didn’t need to be picked up. When I glanced around at him, he was concentrating on reading his book. But I’d seen a quick movement in the corner of my eye as I’d turned and noticed with satisfaction that his book was upside down.’I was staring wide-eyed in disbelief as she spoke. This was my wife, a woman who liked the light off when we made love. A woman to whom sex was a duty. Yet here she was talking like a…like a slut or a sex worker. What else is it when a man pays for sexual services? He was effectively paying her to let him watch her. Was this any different to paying for a lap dance?
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