As I had hoped, she was a little short for the stool, so her legs dangled downward, just shy of missing the floor. Her smooth golden legs seemed to display their softness in the sunlight from the window.
The man in me just wanted to caress my hand up the inside of them both and explore under that short skirt; but the married man in me resisted.
I sat down next to her, turning my body toward hers, allowing my knees to casually touch hers; how I wish I was wearing shorts instead of jeans.
As we talked, I would “innocently” allow my fingers to nonchalantly brush over her soft thighs, as if only to make a point. At no point did she seem bothered by the contact, so I continued my slightly flirtatious gestures.
After lunch, Mary immediately took on her role as cleaner, and cleared our plates and proceeded to the kitchen sink to wash the plates and the skillet I had just messed up. I stood there for a moment as I watched her hands in the soapy water and her ass moving around in her black skirt; I thought about how fun it was going to be messing things up on purpose just to see her cleaning them up.
Reluctantly, I decided to return to my desk in my office that was right off of the kitchen; I figured if Mary needed anything, she would come ask.
Throughout the afternoon, I could hear Mary working on laundry and cleaning the bathroom across from office. The laundry room was next to the bathroom, so I watched each time she passed my door; she would look in at me with this shy nervousness about her and smile.
Each time her eyes would then quickly look to the floor as she quickly shuffled by. I was thankful for that shyness because it would give my eyes a chance to stare at the small sliver of cleavage that seemed to be peeking out of the tight little dress or her sexy little ass as she swayed by.
Fortunately, from where I was sitting I could see Mary wonderfully, but she could not see the bulge that keep forming throughout the day.
I wish it wasn’t the case, but most days went by without innocent over the first month, which included me ending up masturbating over the thought of my little house-cleaner because my wife did not make it home to help relieve my frustration.
My wife would make efforts to tease me over Mary though, trying to at least let me know she was okay with my growing lust for her.
She would even encourage me to stroke my cock while I was on the phone with her, telling her what thoughts I was having at that moment concerning the sweet mocha honey she had provided for her husband.
To push the envelope even further, my loving wife convinced me to sit behind my desk one day completely exposed from the waist down, but hidden to Mary view, while I kept her on ‘facetime’.
We made Mary dust and organize all the items on the upper shelves on the other side of my office. Due to her short height, Mary had to stand on a stepladder and reach high over her head, which exposed her cute little ass to me.
I was surprised that she was not wearing the conservative white cotton panties I was expecting, but rather, she was wearing this very tight white satin thong that disappeared delightfully between her round little ass cheeks.
My cell phone was under my desk, giving my wife a close up view of my fully engorged cock. I would take turns looking up at Mary ass and then back down to my wife’s face on the phone only a couple inches from my cock.
My thoughts went from fucking Lizzy wonderful throat to spreading Mary tight little pussy and ass. My hand squeezed and pumped my hardon as inconspicuously as possible beneath my desk, but as my orgasm took over, my first gasp caused Mary to turn around abruptly to see why?
“Is okay Basey ?” she asked, her curiosity peeked by the nervousness I am sure was on my face.
Though I kept my hand locked tight around my shaft, I paused on my pumping long enough to give her a smile and a nod, as though I was still working hard on the project on my laptop. “Mary,” I responded, using her own short answer as a means of discretion. “Is everything okay over there?” I asked, “Is the stepstool high enough?”
“Si Basey , though is…” her hand started imitating the shaking motion of the stool when she stepped too high; “if I get high Basey .”
Even as my hand dripped the hot cum from my explosion, I looked down and saw my wife holding a note in front of the camera that read, “Hold it for her.” I smiled down at her as
Mary had turned around to continue her dusting. I smeared my wet cock over my wife’s face on the phone only to have her reply by licking her tongue up her own camera.
Believe me when I say that my wife can suck a cock like a pro…and she loves to swallow my cum. How I wish she were home more.