The Cleaning Woman

The Cleaning Woman

I was hired to be the cleaning woman a few years ago by a man who has a lazy wife. And I mean that in more ways than one. She has retired, stays at home, and just lies around waiting for him to deliver food to her. There is nothing wrong with her, but it’s as if she has given up on everything. Now, that would normally be okay with me if it were just her. But, it’s him too! Her sweet, kind husband, who has taken her shit for decades. I had never met her, but from talking to him at work, he suffers from her bad personality, which includes her screaming at him as if he were a child. The slightest thing he does gains her ire.

I admired his care with his attire, and once told him that she at least irons his clothes. That made him laugh, and it’s a good laugh. One that easily makes me laugh, too. He told me he does his own laundry, gets his own meals, and actually brings meals home to her, too. Not because he has to.  He does it because he’s a good man. Enter the cleaning woman. I offered to do it for him, and not gonna lie, I don’t need the exxxtra money. I just long to be nearer to him. We share intimate times together, too. So when it first happened, it was innocent enough. Once, he was at his desk in his bedroom. She who would not be named was in her own room down the hall.

As The Cleaning Woman, I Did It All!

I needed to dust the desk as the cleaning woman. We both heard her bellow from the kitchen, asking WHO had cooked bacon and left grease spattered. She didn’t know I was even there. It was the two of them, so WHO did she think cooked? He came back to his room feeling dejected, sad because now I knew how cruel she was. Until then, he was the lone, silent witness, but now my heart silently ached for him. I sat next to him on the bed, my hand placed on his leg, just above the knee. His eyes met mine, and in the time it took to fall into his arms, our lips met as our passion bloomed. I quickly locked his bedroom door.

It took mere moments to go from the cleaning woman to his lover. For the next several hours, my tongue roamed over parts of his body that had gone unloved for decades. He clearly felt shy having me sucking his dick, his balls, the same. He even moans into my mouth every time we kiss. My fingers along his shaft are as foreign to him as taking the driver’s seat in a car for the first time. His eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. She was lazy, as I said. She never knew I was in the house. I quietly went about making his life easier, making sure his room and bathroom were very clean… and he was happier than ever.

I Was The Happiest Woman Around The Office, Too.

He fucked the cleaning woman in ways he had never fucked before. We shared EVERY THING! There is no place we haven’t licked each other. Every morning, we showered together and fucked there too. I wore yoga pants, which made climbing silently through his bedroom window and scurrying into the open garage door. We fucked in his car again before driving to his office, and since we always arrived first, no one noticed. I even went into his office for some DICKtation for some deep throat behind his desk. Sometimes I just call him from my desk to get in some naughty words, proving why phone sex is popular.

So you don’t need a cleaning woman to get your life back. Get something sexy of your own. Call me to get your groove back. Shhh! She’ll never know!

Kiss, kiss.

Just Joey

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