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The Laundry Helper
By TheNewGerrie
I was standing in the laundry room taking the clothes out
of the drier when I did something that changed my life
forever. I have no idea what made me pick up my wife's slip
and hold it against my body. I was just idly wondering what
the material must be like to wear when my wife suddenly
cleared her throat right behind me. I think I almost
screamed. I don't know if it was just the surprise of
having someone sneak up behind me or the embarrassment of
being caught holding a very delicate, very feminine,
article up against my decidedly masculine body.
"And how long have you been wearing my clothes?" Debbie
demanded.
"I've never worn your clothes." I stammered. "I don't know
why I was holding the slip up like that. I guess I just got
a little curious about the textures after all these years
of helping with the laundry and folding this kind of stuff
many times. You've always looked so beautiful wearing it I
guess I was momentarily wondering how it would feel against
my own body."
"Is that right?" she asked. "Does this mean that you'd like
to try it on?"
"No, no, of course not!" I replied. "It was just a
momentary curiosity. I really have no desire to wear any of
your things."
"Pity." she said.
Her reply stunned me. My wife was a very beautiful woman
but she wasn't terribly adventurous when it came to sex. Up
until now the craziest we'd ever been was mutual
masturbation in the back seat of my dad's car when we were
dating. We'd never made love anywhere but in a bed (and
hardly ever a bed other than ours) and had never tried more
than missionary and oral sex.
"What do you mean, pity?" I asked. "Would you like to see
me in this?" I stammered and held the slip away from my
body by its spaghetti straps.
"Well I'd never really given it any thought," she said,
"but I wouldn't mind breaking out of the sexual rut that
we're in. I mean, we never do anything new or exciting and
I think it's important that we maintain our sexual interest
in each other. There has to be some kinds of fantasy or sex
games that we can play that will help us to break out of
this rut."
"And you think that my wearing lingerie would make
things... interesting?" I asked.
"Well it's not like I'm suggesting that we do anything
that'll upset each other or make us angry or bitter. I
guess I was just reflecting that wearing sexy lingerie
makes me feel very sexy and I thought maybe it might do the
same for you. Anyway, why don't you finish up here and we
can talk about it when you're done."
With that she smiled and walked out of the laundry room. I
was left to my thoughts as I carefully folded the load of
her fine washables. The idea of wearing her stuff was
completely abhorrent but somewhere in the back of my mind I
kept thinking about how sensual the clothes felt between my
fingers.
One remarkable thing about my wife was her fashion sense.
She had lingerie in every style and colour imaginable. The
only common bond between most of it was the tactile
sensuality of the materials. Silks and satins were slipping
between my fingers even as I found myself wondering just
how those clothes must feel caressing my wife's skin.
I pushed those thoughts down deep and arranged all the
items in a basket to be put in our bedroom for her to put
away. I carried the basket up the stairs and found my wife
sitting in the living room drinking a glass of white wine.
I guiltily smiled at her and continued up to the bedroom.
Debbie called after me to fetch myself a drink and join her
in the living room. After pouring myself a double Jack
Daniels I went into the living room and sat beside my
lovely wife.
"Look." she said. "Are you entirely happy with our sex
life?"
Her question was very blunt and sort of caught me off
guard. "Well of course I'm satisfied." I blurted out.
"We're very compatible and you've never given me the
slightest reason to even look at another woman."
"Well I'm happy to hear that, but I have to tell you that
our sex life is starting to get a little repetitious for
me." she said. "Is there any way that we could introduce a
little originality into what we're doing now? How about if
we each do a little research on the web and next week we'll
sit down and compare some notes. We should be able to agree
on most of the things that we have no interest in
whatsoever, but I'm sure we can find a few things that
should be a lot of fun."
Well I have to admit the 'fun' part of our sex life had
started to dwindle. We certainly weren't making love as
frequently as we used to. Heck, there were starting to be
quite a few weeks where having sex even once was normal.
This was very different from the daily (and quite often
more than daily) pattern that we had established through
the first couple of years of marriage. I did see her point
so I agreed that we should do a little research and discuss
it again in a week.
"And right up front let's not immediately dismiss anything
until we've discussed it. I know there will be a lot of
things that we won't do but maybe there are some things
that we are assuming would be wrong without ever giving
them a chance." Debbie added.
So here it is now a week later. We both carefully avoided
showing each other where our research was leading us and we
now had our little notebooks out so we could compare.
"You first." she prodded.
Glancing down at my notebook I cleared my throat and
started to share my research. "Well I found an awful lot of
things that I wouldn't do, wouldn't do to you, or wouldn't
want done to me. But, you said we should leave nothing out
until we've discussed it. Anyway, I found websites for
everything from having sex with animals to group sex to S
and M to role-playing to anal sex to mutual masturbation to
gay sex. Right up front I have to point out that animal sex
and gay sex are not places I want to go."
Debbie smiled up at me and agreed on those things.
"Well I guess I took a slightly different approach to the
research end of it. I didn't really look at websites for
single activities so much as try to find games and fantasy
things. The Duke and the French maid for example or the
Madame and the subservient male slave. I also found
articles on crossdressing, strap on dildos and sex in
public places. How about if we try this - we each make up
four little fantasies that we can try. We'll put them in a
bowl and once a week we'll take turns in pulling the
fantasy out of the bowl and the other partner has to do
whatever was written down on it?"
Well I couldn't find any fault with her plan other than how
to settle a dispute if one partner didn't want to
participate.
"How about if we get one veto then? If something is drawn
that we really don't want to do then we can veto it and go
on to the next one."
That sounded like a pretty good compromise so we each
agreed to figure out what our four fantasies were and the
following Saturday would be the first attempt.
"Remember to keep the description simple," Debbie
suggested, "that way we can improve it as we see fit."
With that we smiled, kissed, and just held each other.
Later that day I sat down to draw up my fantasies. The
first thing I could think of was getting a blowjob in the
car in a public place. The second thing was making love on
a beach at midnight. The third thing was having my wife as
a serving wench who had no choice but to satisfy me. The
last thing I could think of was having my wife dress up
very sleazily and pretend to be a hooker so I could pick
her up in a bar, take her home and have my way with her. I
summarized them as she suggested (blow job in public, love
on a beach, serving wench, and hooker) and transferred them
to strips of paper. I carefully folded them into quarters
and took them downstairs to our new 'sex' bowl. I was
surprised to see that my wife had already put her pieces of
paper in the bowl. Somehow this eagerness seemed odd coming
from my demure wife but strangely intriguing as well.
Friday morning came and we sat down to figure out who gets
to draw first. After bantering back and forth we decided a
coin toss would be the easiest way to decide. Debbie called
heads before the toss (with a quirky little grin) and sure
enough she had won the toss. I passed the bowl to her and
mixed up the contents. Debbie stuck her hand in and pulled
out a piece of paper. After carefully unfolding it she
showed me the strip 'anal sex'.
"Wait a minute!" I called out. "If that means you get to
fuck me in the ass then you haven't noticed that you don't
have the equipment to do that."
"That's easily fixed." she said and smiled at my horrified
reaction. "They sell strap-on dildoes in sex shops all over
the city."
Well I never thought I'd even hear my wife say strap-on
dildo let alone suggest using it on me.
"You're not doing that to me!" I said.
"But you'd do that to me if I gave you the chance wouldn't
you." she replied.
"Well maybe, but I'm a guy and there's no way I want to do
that."
"Do you want to use your veto then?" she asked.
"Hell yes!" I replied.
With that she just smiled, refolded the paper and placed it
back in the bowl. Swirling the papers with her finger she
picked out another one.
"This one says French maid." she announced.
"Cool." I said, "I'll enjoy seeing you prance around in a
French maid's uniform with stockings and everything."
"Wait a minute bub." she chortled. "The deal was the spouse
had to do whatever was on the paper, not the person
picking."
"There is no way I'm gonna dress up as a French maid." I
bellowed.
"You've already used your veto." she pointed out. "I guess
you could still have the first one if that's your
preference." She was practically giggling as she told me
that.
"Well let's just think of the logistics of that first." I
said. "We certainly don't have a spare French maid's
uniform laying around that would just happen to fit me."
"That's true." she said. "Luckily for us I have a whole day
to find everything you'll need to be my maid."
It sounded like she really wanted to go through with this!
"So? Are you gonna wimp out on me or are we going to have
some fun with this?" she demanded to know.
Reluctantly I agreed to play along and Debbie smiled and
kissed me. "Look on the bright side, at the very least you
should get a day of very eventful sex."
Well that certainly helped improve my disposition so we
started to lay out some ground rules.
"How about if we set the time limit for 12 hours unless we
both agree to extend it?"
That seemed pretty reasonable to me so I agreed. With that
Debbie announced she had plans to make and left me sitting
there wondering what I was getting into.
Debbie was gone most of that day and she arrived back at
home with her arms full of bags and some take out food.
"I didn't think to take anything out so I hope you don't
mind Chinese tonight?"
We settled down to eat our meal. The bags she had brought
home were sitting diagonally across the room from me and I
could feel my eyes being constantly drawn to them. She
noticed my gaze and told me not to worry, I'd get a chance
to see what was in them first thing in the morning.
That night we made love with a tenderness and refreshing
enthusiasm that had diminished over the last couple of
years. As if to celebrate our newfound sexual excitement we
even participated in mutual oral sex until we both
shuddered to orgasm. Following that we spooned and drifted
off to sleep.
I was rudely awakened by the alarm clock going off. My
sleep addled brain dimly registered the 8:00 flashing on
its ugly face even as Debbie gently shook my shoulder and
prompted me to rise and shine. I wearily dragged my carcass
out of bed and headed for the shower.
"Make sure you shave very closely," Debbie asked "and I'll
come help you in a few minutes to shave your legs."
"Okay." I muttered.
As I stood at the toilet relieving myself her comments
finally sifted through into my brain - shave my legs? What
the??
"Debbie!" I screamed.
"What Gord?" she asked as she poked her head in the door.
"What do you mean you're going to help me shave my legs?" I
demanded.
"Well you can't exactly have hairy legs if you're a French
maid." she teased.
"Yeah, but I never agreed to do anything that was going to
embarrass me." I whined.
"Relax." she said. "You have no reason to be showing your
naked legs to anyone but me and besides, the hair'll grow
back in a couple of weeks. So, do you want me to help or do
you think you can do it by yourself?"
"Well I've certainly never tried that before so I guess
I'll have to get you to help."
I wasn't happy going along with it but the promise of great
sex helped to override my reluctance.
"Would you rather we spend at least half an hour scraping
your legs with my razor or would you like the quick and
easy method?" she asked.
I reluctantly agreed to go along with the quick and easy
method and before I could change my mind she had me stand
in the tub and sprayed a foul smelling cream all over my
legs.
"Wait 15 minutes then shower that off." she told me.
I stood there shaking my head for the whole time until she
called up to me to wash it off. I turned on the shower and
watched, as my legs emerged pink and hairless, as I'd never
seen them before. I stepped out of the shower, dried off,
and had Debbie hand me a bottle of lotion to rub into the
skin before it became sore. Next I was handed a pink silk
robe (just to get in the mood she said) and put that on.
Debbie led me to the bedroom and sat me down at her makeup
table. The feeling of the kimono rubbing against my cock
was starting to excite me. A fact that Debbie didn't fail
to notice.
"See, you're enjoying this already." she smiled.
She parted the flaps of the robe and took my cock in her
hands and started to stroke me. The blood drained from my
head as I exploded into her hand and onto the towel she had
arranged for just that purpose.
"Wow!" I said. "I can't believe how horny you're making
me."
"That's alright dear," she replied, "you'll get your chance
to make it up to me."
She retrieved a washcloth from the bathroom and removed the
traces of my recent orgasm.
"Now the first thing we're going to do is paint your nails.
I want you to pay attention though because this is one of
the things a maid should do for her lady."
I noticed that she was suddenly using feminine pronouns to
describe me but I figured that was the least of my
concerns. She grabbed a bright red bottle of polish from
the table and demonstrated how to use three smooth strokes
to cover each nail. Slowly my hands were changed from their
usual state into odd objects whose red tips continually
attracted my gaze. Even as I was admiring them Debbie
raised my foot and painted those nails too. Once she was
done, she admonished me to be still until the polish was
finished drying.
She had me stand and removed the kimono from my back.
Reaching to the bed she pulled a white garter belt from
amidst a clutter of satiny looking articles and wrapped it
around my waist. Next she had me step into a pair of silky
white panties that had rows of ruffles across the bum. She
very slowly pulled them up my legs until my cock was
nestled in its silk confines. I was then commanded to sit
(in an unusually authoritarian voice) as she readied the
stockings for my legs.
The feeling of the stockings as they slid up my legs was
very sensual. It didn't seem to help that she kept rubbing
and stroking them 'to get the seams right'. My cock was
starting to stiffen again even though I was embarrassed by
how much I was enjoying the feeling of my new clothes on my
body. She clipped the stocking to the garter belt and
repeated the process for the other leg. She then had me
raise my arms as she wrapped a matching bra around my chest
and fastened it at the back. A few adjustments on the
shoulder straps and Debbie was apparently happy with the
fit.
"Well you don't have any boobs but I don't think we need to
do anything about that just yet. Next time we do this maybe
we can find you some prosthetics."
Next time? Sounded like she didn't want this to be a one
shot deal. I still wasn't very sure how I felt about the
whole thing. After all, I was standing here wearing silky
white lingerie with my legs shaved and my nails painted.
Not exactly something the guys on the baseball team were
going to understand.
The next item was some puffy layers (something called a
petticoat apparently) that were pulled up my legs to my
waist. A short white slip was pulled over my head and
Debbie adjusted everything to fit properly. I was then
seated at the makeup table and Debbie started to apply her
cosmetics to my face. She had me face the mirror so I could
see what she was doing 'for training' as she put it.
I watched incredulously as my identity was buried beneath
the colourful layers of the cosmetics. My eyes, my
eyelashes, my skin and my lips had all been transformed.
"I hope you were paying attention," Debbie said "because a
good maid helps her lady with these things. You do want to
be a good maid don't you?"
I was still in such shock over my appearance all I did was
nod yes.
Debbie was finally happy with her artistry and announced
herself done. She grabbed a black article of clothing from
the bed and started to pull it down over my head and
shoulders. Once it was settled on my shoulders she had me
stand and pulled it into place. A short blonde wig soon
covered my hair and I found myself absently flicking an
errant strand out of my eyes. A white apron and a small
frilly hat were also placed on me and I stood there totally
overwhelmed.
She took a pair of black shoes and carefully fitted them to
each of my feet. The heels weren't very high but I tottered
awkwardly for a few steps over to the full-length mirror. I
couldn't believe what I saw. The black dress puffed out
over the petticoats and the tops of my stockings were just
visible below. I turned sideways and was amazed at how
completely my normal identity was hidden.
"I can't believe that I look like this." I whispered.
"You look absolutely marvellous darling!" Debbie said.
"Walk around a little bit more so you can get used to the
shoes 'cause if you break an ankle I'll be tending to you
and somehow that won't really fit into this little
fantasy."
I gingerly minced around the room as Debbie continued to
coach me.
"Well?" she asked. "Are you ready to start your duties
because the 12 hours is starting right now and I want to
get full value for all these things I bought you."
"The 12 hours only starts now? But you've been working on
me for hours." I said.
"True," Debbie said, "but you weren't any use to me as a
maid until now."
With that she pulled our digital camera out from behind her
back and took a full frontal picture of me.
"What? What are you doing? I don't want anyone else to see
me like this. I'm only doing it because you asked me. If
anyone sees that picture I'll be branded for life."
Debbie only smiled and said, "Well actually this isn't the
only picture anyway. I've been taking pictures of you all
through the whole process. I've got a lovely shot of you
with hair remover all over your legs and another of you
with your legs all clean and glowing. I've also got shots
of you with panties and garterbelt on. If you're a good
girl I won't have to post them on the web or send any to
your friends."
I couldn't believe this! My wife was blackmailing me.
"What do you want? Why are you doing all this? I was doing
everything you asked." Debbie just smiled at me and ignored
my questions.
"Well now that the hard part's done, let's get you started
on your duties," she cheerfully announced. "First, I'll
teach you how to run my bath and wash my hair." She turned
on her heels and headed to the bathroom. "Gerri? Are you
coming?"
Gerri? Who the hell is Gerri I was about to ask when I
realized that she was calling me that.
"Alright, alright, I'm coming."
I followed her as steadily as I could into the bathroom. I
was given careful instructions on preparing her bath for
her and started doing so. Debbie stood in front of the
vanity and had me help her undress. As I undid the buttons
on her blouse she reached up under my skirt and gently
stroked my cock until it was at full attention. I reached
to caress her breasts but she just turned around so I could
undo her bra. Facing me again she directed me to pull her
panties down. The warm smell of her sex was very strong, as
it seemed she was extremely aroused too. She took a seat on
the edge of the tub and pulled me down into her crotch.
"This isn't exactly standard maid's duties but I need you
to take care of me right now." she purred.
My head was pulled down between the juncture of her thighs
and I hungrily started to lap at her pussy. She grabbed me
harder and I could feel my mouth being mashed into her. I
continued to lick and suck as a ripple of orgasms pierced
through her body. She pushed me away trembling as I tried
to prolong her climax.
After a few moments she grabbed a washcloth and cleaned my
face. She had me fetch the lipstick that she had applied a
few moments before and reapplied it. She kissed me deeply
and then directed me to help her into the tub. As she
settled carefully into the bubbles she had me grab the
necessary things to wash her hair for her.
I was carefully instructed on how to wash and condition her
hair. She then showed me how to wrap a towel around it as
she settled back into the tub. I washed her back, arms and
legs for her, as she laid semi-dozing in the scented water.
"Could you please fetch me a glass of juice?" she asked.
I teetered off to get her drink. When I got back I handed
her the drink and she downed it in one gulp.
"Okay, help me out now please." she requested.
She had me towel her dry and I draped her bathrobe
carefully around her shoulders. She led me into the bedroom
and sat at her makeup table.
"I'd like you to paint my nails for me now." she said and
handed me a bottle of pink nail polish.
With more coaching I finished that task and she directed me
on which clothes to lay out for her. I assembled everything
requested and helped her get dressed. All through the
process she would pause until I performed each task -
pulling up her panties, hooking her bra, putting her slip
on. She did her makeup and then I helped her put on her
dress. She smiled at me and thanked me for helping her but
she seemed to do so more out of politeness than any need to
sooth my feelings.
Once Debbie was completely dressed we headed downstairs.
She assigned me a few simple tasks - cleaning the kitchen,
vacuuming the carpets. As I performed these mundane things
she would whistle at me or sneak up behind and start
running her hands up under my dress. This was keeping me
very aroused and I was hoping I'd soon get an opportunity
for sexual release. My panties were dripping from all the
precum that kept escaping.
As I complained about my needs she just smiled and told me
to be a good girl and just do what I am told to do. Plus
that infernal camera kept going off - I knew she was
getting very revealing photos every time I bent over to do
something. She even asked me if I'd like to pose for some
more candid shots (an opportunity I passed on). Finally I
prepared and served her supper to her. She allowed me to
take a small plate and sit opposite her. I was still
expected to refill her wine glass each time it emptied and
cleared away all the dishes. As I was cleaning up the
kitchen Debbie went upstairs. Thirty minutes later she
called down and requested I join her.
When I got upstairs I found her lying on the bed wearing a
lacy red baby-doll nightie and matching panties. I was
called over to her and she told me to relieve her tensions
again. With that I climbed between her outstretched legs
and began to lick and suck on her pussy with great abandon.
I could feel her bucking and stretching as a series of
orgasms coursed through her body. When she was finally
satiated she pushed my head away and told me to go in the
bathroom and wash my face.
When I returned she had me re-apply my lipstick (all the
while she was telling me how sexy her little bitch was and
how much she wanted to fuck me). She helped me out of the
maid's dress and caressed my body through the silken
lingerie I was wearing. My cock was very hard and I eagerly
anticipated the chance to give her an orgasm that didn't
involve my tongue.
She pulled the slip off over my head all the while kissing
my neck and face with passion. Eventually she pulled the
bra cup away from my chest and moved her mouth to lick and
suck at my nipple. By this time I was practically ready to
explode without any external touch on my cock.
She slid my panties down my legs and onto the floor. She
had me keep my heels on as she had me get on all fours on
the bed. She crouched over me and rained kisses up and down
my back. She also used her hands to stroke and caress my
cock and balls. Suddenly I felt the shocking sensation of a
lubricated finger being slid into my anus. I jerked upwards
but she told me to be quiet and just enjoy it. The shock
soon turned to enjoyment as she continued to slide her
finger in and out of my ass. I heard the soft whir of her
dildo just before I felt her finger slide out of me. I
found myself pushing back towards her, trying to recapture
the moment even as Debbie softly chuckled. I felt something
else push against my anus and realized she was sticking her
dildo in me.
It was much bigger than her finger but the sensation was
intense. Debbie told me to remain still and I felt my
panties being pulled back up over my heels and up my legs.
Soon the dildo was trapped in my ass by the panties and I
couldn't help but give myself over to the sensations. My
cock was incredibly hard and I was dripping pre-cum. After
a few moments my panties were pulled back down and Debbie
giggled as she eased the dildo out of my ass.
Within moments I could feel it pushing against me as my ass
was filled once more. Debbie had one hand on my shoulder
and the other curled up under me to stroke and play with my
balls and cock. It took only a few seconds to realize that
the rhythmic pumping in my ass wasn't being done with a
dildo since both her hands were accounted for. I looked
behind and could vaguely make out straps showing that my
beautiful wife was fucking me in the ass with a strap on
dildo.
I trembled as my cock erupted and I sprayed cum all over
the bedspread. I collapsed onto the bed and Debbie slowly
withdrew the dildo from my ass. Debbie cuddled up to my
back and we fell asleep like that until morning.
We repeat variations of this at least once a month -
sometimes more. I've had to come up with some odd excuses
for keeping my legs shaved but that's the way my mistress
likes them.
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