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DOMESTIC BLISS by Throne
Gemma had finished the wash and was ironing the last of John's shirts.
She had slipped into a submissive reverie, falling deep under the spell
of her household chores. It was especially satisfying to her to spend
hours in her neat, traditional, maid's uniform, working like this,
completing one job and moving on to the next. While drifting happily
along in that mood she often forgot the time when she used to be Jim
Alberts. That had been before she married Crystal and taken her last
name, White. Even before they wed, he had confessed his penchant for
dressing feminine to her. She welcomed this practice and used it to
gradually take over his life, which was fine by him. Now, after three
years of marriage they had settled into an arrangement that worked
splendidly for both of them. Crystal didn't have to perform any of the
traditional household duties and Gemma, now her maid, had to do them
all.
As the slender sissy with pale blond hair put the last of John's shirts
on a hanger, she sighed contentedly. It was so exciting that her wife
had taken a lover. There had been brief flings in the past but this one
was in its sixth month. Crystal was a shapely beauty with a sweet face,
though her expression could turn wicked when she was feeling devilish.
She had wavy golden locks and loved to dress sexily. John was all male,
a beer drinker and sports fan, tall and sturdily built.
From the bedroom Crystal called in a calm authoritative voice, "Gemma!
Get in here, girl."
The male maid's heart fluttered at those words. Why was she needed?
Mincing along on three inch heels, she hurried to respond. When she got
there Crystal and John were side by side in bed, on top of the covers.
that was the bed Gemma used to share with Crystal, in the earliest days
of their marriage. The wife had on a short filmy nightie with matching
panties, an outfit Gemma could easily picture herself wearing. The
lover wore just his boxer shorts, so that his fit and somewhat hirsute
body was well shown off.
"John's shoes need a good polishing, dear," she began. "And he was
thoughtful enough to bring along everything you need to do the job. You
can work right there, alongside the foot of the bed. And we'll try not
to disturb you with our... activities."
"Yes, Ma'am," Gemma said deferentially.
Her nerves were buzzing with positive energy. This was so exciting.
She saw the shoes and a shopping bag with handles. From the bag she
took a towel, on which she set the shoes. Alongside that she lined up
polish, rags, and a buffing brush, along with a pair of fresh laces.
Her fingers quivered in anticipation of being made to complete such a
lowly task while the pair remained in bed, relaxing and -- she hoped --
doing much more, as her wife had hinted. Inside her silky panties,
Gemma's male organ stirred. She couldn't help herself. Being a maid
and cuckold were an ideal combination in her mind.
First Gemma removed the old laces. As she opened the can of polish her
wife chuckled softly, followed by a wet kissing sound. A stolen glance
assured Gemma that the two were indeed beginning to get busy with each
other. She continued to surreptitiously peek as they proceeded from
chaste kisses to ardent lip-locks. Their hands roamed freely over each
other. Delightful shivers ran through Gemma as she put polish on the
rag and picked up a shoe. The next time she looked, John was out of his
shorts, his long hard cock in Crystal's hand as she stroked him
unhurriedly. He reached across to fondle her breasts through the gauzy
material of her lingerie. Their breathing quickened, and so did the
maid's. It was as if the three of them were joined by some invisible
erotic connection.
Crystal laid back and spread her shapely legs. John positioned himself
between her smooth thighs, his enviable member poised at the entrance to
her womanhood. Gemma was very aware of how inferior he was to that man
when it came to penis dimensions. The husband could deliver much less
pleasure with his organ than he could with his fingers and mouth. The
point was moot, however, as it had been a long time since the maid was
permitted intercourse. In fact, that had ended in the early weeks of
their wedded life. Crystal took endless enjoyment from teasing her
spouse, visually and physically, keeping Gemma in a state of frustrated
sexual need. The occasional releases the maid was granted were through
masturbating herself, always with Crystal watching and offering playful
comments, plus remarks calculated to add to her husband's arousal. One
of the wife's favorite topics at those times was to praise John's
bedroom skills, impressive length and girth, and his coital endurance.
Sometimes when she built to a crescendo of titillating remarks and then
referred to him as her 'one-hour man', it put Gemma over the top.
Now, as the maid applied polish all over the first shoe, John slowly and
expertly penetrated Crystal, making her writhe and moan. It was as if
Gemma were simultaneously experiencing the same treatment. The real
female and the faux femme moaned at the same time, though the one of the
floor did her best to suppress the sounds. John set up a steady
unrushed rhythm with his hips, varying it slightly as he wanted to keep
everything interesting and to tingle different nerve endings. The
supine wife brought her legs up and wrapped them around John's waist.
He adjusted his deep strokes to accommodate this change in position.
She purred appreciatively and thrust her hips up to meet his
downstrokes.
Gemma had been in the room often enough to know where this was probably
leading. Sometimes the couple enjoyed an initial quick round of sex, to
be followed later by a less rapid and much more nuanced second go at it.
Having them work so well together for each other's pleasure was
especially intense for Gemma, who found herself panting as she tried to
focus on the menial task at hand. She switched to the second shoe. The
smell of polish, not a pleasant scent in itself, was taking on a
strangely erotic association. She sometimes found that her cleaning
liquids when she used them, or the perfumes and emollients on Crystal's
dresser while she was straightening them, also acquired an olfactory
aphrodisiac dimension.
John's pace decelerated. Maybe he wasn't going for that rapid fire
double-climax. Gemma slowed her polishing. She knew that finishing
together was always better. As the lover led the wife along winding
paths of libidinous fun, Gemma finished applying polish to the second
shoe and set it aside. She took the first and started buffing it, then
paused to gauge how the two on the bed were doing. John had switched
again, this time to short quick jabs. He must be changing his angle of
approach to put pressure on her clitoris. All of a sudden she was
mounting toward a climax. Gemma rushed to keep up, furiously working at
the initial shoe and then hurrying on to the other. Just as she was
completing the toe, bringing it to a fine gloss, rubbing and rubbing and
rubbing, her wife exploded into an animated orgasm. Gemma pressed the
heel of that shoe to her crotch and held it there, imaging it was
something more fleshy. Crystal's finale peaked and then subsided in
stages. At least she was sated. Her legs relaxed and fell to the
mattress.
John, however, didn't stop. He merely came to a near halt and then
increased his tempo in small increments. His partner responded, mewling
and holding onto his shoulders. He kept her engagement mounting until
she had a small added orgasm, which was when he let himself go and
spurted into her receptive body. She let out a long sigh and released
his shoulders. He smiled down at her and delivered a tender kiss.
Gemma's eyelids fluttered and she thought she might swoon, though her
own physical needs had not been met. She was left the way her wife
preferred, eager for another sexual encounter of whatever type.
The big man pulled out and rolled onto his back. Gemma put the new
laces through the eyelets with unsteady fingers. She made sure her
hands were clean and stood up, trying not to disturb their languor. She
held the footwear. Her eyes went to John's cock, lying across his
thigh. Even flaccid it was bigger than the sissy's when hard. Gemma
was so happy for her wife, having a man who was exceptional in bed.
"Oh," Crystal said sleepily. "Our maid is here. I forgot she was in
the room. After all, I had a lot distracting me." She lightly touched
his tool. "Quite a lot."
"And you'll have it again later," he reminded her.
"Terrific. But for right now I have a chore for Gemma. She did a
wonderful job polishing your shoes and I have something else for her to
make all clean." She looked directly at her husband. "Now that I've
been with one man for a while and I've taken care of birth control,
we're not using condoms anymore. I remember how you always liked it
when I fed you spunk out of a used rubber. The way I would make you
kneel and I'd hold it upside down over your open mouth, and milk out all
that rich salty cum. But now you can eat it directly from where John
put it. I want you to lick my pussy clean, like a good girl. Unless
you have a problem with that."
"Not at all, Ma'am," Gemma replied, trying not to sound as enthused as
she felt.
It wouldn't be proper for a maid to show so much emotion. She got onto
the foot of the bed and moved forward until her face was directly in
front of Crystal's oozing slit. John propped himself up on one elbow.
He had previously seen the condom feedings but what was about to happen
was new to him. It was still sometimes difficult to believe how fully
Gemma was invested in her role. He peered at her as she extended her
tongue and lapped up a gob of his white sauce, taking it into her mouth
and, he was sure, swallowing it. She appeared as contented as a cat
with a saucer of cream.
Gemma would have agreed that that was how she felt. It gave her
complete satisfaction to serve her wife in any way required. This new
experience, however, was better than anything prior to it. Her hands
went to Crystal's hips and her mouth fastened onto that well used
orifice, tongue probing, lips sucking. To be not only a maid, but a
cuckold too, and to have to lick her wife clean after an act of
consensual infidelity, well, it was simply the best. Gemma tried to
take her time so it would last longer, but it honestly wasn't easy to
restrain herself. All too soon the mess was gone. She raised her head,
permitted herself a faint smile, and licked her glistening lips.
John laughed. Crystal patted her on the head.
The wife wanted to know, "Don't you still have work to do, girl?"
Gemma lowered her eyes, nodded, and admitted, "Yes, Ma'am."
"Then get going. You can't spend all your time being such a naughty
slut."
"Yeah," said John. "Though I'll look forward to seeing that happen
again. And nice job on my shoes. They look brand new. I can only
imagine what it was like doing that while I plowed your hot wife."
"Thank you, Sir. It was... gratifying."
"No chit chat," Crystal scolded. "Off you go."
Gemma scurried from the room, already mentally reviewing which household
jobs still waited to be done. She decided to do the bathroom first.
That always appealed to her. It was something most people would want to
avoid, but for her its bad connotations were what made it attractive.
As a maid she shouldn't pick and choose what she did. Instead, she had
to accept the lowliest of tasks with a meek smile and then do them.
When she got there the first thing she noticed was that John had left
the toilet seat up again. He was that kind of guy. She gently lowered
it. Closer inspection revealed that he also hadn't been particularly
neat while relieving himself. Gemma got her cleaning supplies, wet a
sponge and put some cleanser on it, and got down on her knees. She
decided to do the entire floor, a quick once-over for most of it and
then the needed detail work around the base of the commode, including
that hard-to-reach area behind it.
The male maid slipped into a pleasant trance as she began, the large
sponge overfilling her small hand. She worked her way inward, toward
the far end of the room where the most challenging chore waited. As she
labored she remembered one time, when Crystal had dated a mean-spirited
guy. While the couple went to bed for a romp, Gemma had to deal with a
clogged toilet. She had a strong suspicion that the guy had created the
problem on purpose. Along with that her rubber gloves were missing,
very possibly hidden by Crystal. But duty called and so, with the
sounds of lovemaking in the background -- they had typically left the
bedroom door open so she could hear them -- had to demean herself
resolving the plumbing issue by hand. Ugh and double-ugh. Yet even
that had become part of her self-image as a maid who merely did what was
required without complaint. She had put it behind her and moved on, yet
the memory lingered.
Now, as she warmed up from her exertions, the perfume Gemma wore spread
its scent. She had on a flowery brand called Bouquet. It was cheap
stuff that Crystal had bought her intentionally, its fragrance a bit
overstated, one more reminder that the feminized husband had his
decisions made for him, and that his needs could be shortchanged at any
time. Before Crystal settled on that one, she had found something even
less desirable in a dollar store. The only reason for that product's
rejection was that the wife didn't like it. Gemma's feelings in the
matter didn't count.
But Crystal still watched in those bargain shops for items she could
use. A few months ago one of them had received a load of poorly made
panties, some of them rather flashy and others depressingly plain.
Crystal stocked up, bringing home a dozen, most of them the more gaudy
type. They were also a few sizes too small, so that Gemma was
constantly aware of them when they were on her, riding up between her
butt cheeks and squeezing her male parts. She remembered how Crystal
would frequently have her lift her uniform's brief skirt for 'panty
inspection'. The wife particularly enjoyed doing that when she had one
of her girlfriends over for coffee or wine. They would make mischievous
comments that caused Gemma to blush prettily.
Crystal also called for the check-ups when her then-current boyfriend
was visiting. He would ogle how the undersized lingerie failed to
properly cover Gemma's bottom. At one point he 'helpfully' offered to
adjust the undergarment, doing less to straighten it and more to cop
feels of her ass. She had quivered all over at the touch of his rough
male hands while Crystal stood aside and let it happen. The maid had
wondered if he would go further but never found out, as he was
transferred to another city by the company that employed him.
All those precious memories swirled through her mind as she continued
cleaning. Soon she was at the foot of the toilet, so close that her
nose could detect the tang of urine, those final drops that John had
allowed to fall on the floor. Gemma hesitated, letting the moment have
its effect on her. Then she went on resolutely, swabbing the messiest
area. Next she dipped her body lower and stretched one arm to reach
the spot behind the 'throne'. Just as she was at her most off balance,
someone walked into the room.
"Don't bother moving," John said. "I just have to take a leak." With
more emphasis he added, "Stay right where you are."
Gemma froze. She heard him grunt and clear his throat, then spit into
the bowl. Seconds later there was the hiss of him relieving himself and
the distinctive splash of the stream hitting the water. She waited
while he shook off the last drips.
John said, "You're really dedicated to your work." He chuckled and
left.
She backed out and saw that not only had he left the seat up, but either
by accident or on purpose had gotten more drops on the floor, and even
on the rim of the bowl. Gemma sighed with cheerful resignation. Such
was the life of a maid. She resumed her efforts and eventually had
everything looking tip-top. For another hour after that she did the
rest of the bathroom, putting extra effort into making the shower
enclosure sparkle. Just as she finished, the happy couple appeared,
ready to shower. Gemma scooted to the hall closet to get fresh towels
and washrags, already thinking about how this would increase the laundry
load.
When she returned they were sharing a tight embrace and several deep
kisses. Then Crystal held out her arms. Gemma understood what was
expected and helped her slip out of that gauzy top. John pointed to his
shorts. The maid sank to her knees, hooked her fingers under the
waistband, and carefully worked the garment down his legs so he could
step out of it. She was near enough to inhale the strong odors of the
pair's mingled sexual fluids on his dangling cock. As before, Gemma was
highly aware of his impressive size down there and his inherent
masculinity generally. Without getting up she put everything into the
hamper. That nightie would have to be hand washed.
Gemma remained on her knees while John slid open the frosted glass
shower door and turned on the water, adjusting it to his liking. He
stepped aside to let Crystal get in first, cupping one of her buttocks
in his broad hand as she entered. She rewarded him with a smile. He
followed her into the enclosure and they washed each other's backs,
along with several other body portions. There was some laughter and a
few exchanges that Gemma couldn't hear clearly over the sound of rushing
water. At last they were done. The maid was waiting with a big towel
for each of them as they emerged. Once they were both out she patted
Crystal dry, relishing the feel of her curves through the terrycloth,
but unable to do more than savor that secondhand contact.
"How about me?" John demanded, tossing his bath towel to Gemma.
She caught it clumsily and began to lightly rub it all over his body.
In contrast to Crystal he was muscular everywhere. When John nodded
toward his crotch, the maid obediently bent far forward to carefully use
the end of the towel on his genitals. She thought about how recently
his cock had been inside Crystal and left that deposit that Gemma had
licked up and swallowed. This was turning into an overwhelming evening.
"How about if we go out for a nice meal?" Crystal asked her lover.
"Sure," John agreed readily, "as long as it's some place where I can get
a beer. Not one of those fancy imported ones or microbrews. Just a
good solid American brand."
"Of course, baby. Whatever you want. Especially after the way you took
care of my needs. It's not as if I have somebody else around here who
can handle that job."
"No," he said with a grin. "All your better half is good for is
cleaning and washing and whatever."
"Plus she's fun to have in the bedroom, for those special duties."
"You mean like doing my shoes while we ball?" John asked rhetorically.
"No, silly. Though that was inspired. I mean for cleaning my pussy
with her talented mouth."
He eyed Gemma up and down. "And maybe doing the same for me, later on,
after we get back and hit the sheets again."
"Ohhh," Crystal enthused. "That's something I'd love to see. And I'm
certain Gemma would never forget it. Never ever... ever."
"Especially not if I got stiff again and she had to finish what she
started. Has the sissy ever done that for a guy before?"
"Not yet, but it's about time she started. I'm sure it's in her job
description somewhere."
"Then let's make it happen. But first I need a steak, a baked potato,
and a couple beers."
"Whatever you say, lover. Lots of protein and carbs to fuel you up for
later."
"And to get my balls good and full so this sissy can get a double
helping of cream. One to eat out of your pussy, and another right from
the source after she sucks me clean and gets me up again."
"In the meantime," Crystal suggested, "she can keep busy with her
workload. I know there are some old male clothes in the back of the
bedroom closet that have to be boxed up so the thrift store truck can
come and fetch them."
Wow. Gemma's nerve endings tingled. Crystal was getting rid of the
last of her male wardrobe. That was an auspicious occasion. And she
was talking about the maid as if she wasn't there, or not worth
bothering to address directly. Gemma knew that the next several hours
would be unforgettable, with her at some point preparing those shirts
and slacks to give to charity, at the same time she was anticipating
what was to happen later. She was going to have her oral virginity
taken. Crystal had made her practice often enough on a long thick pink
dildo, sometimes while watching as the wife fellated other men. Now
Gemma was going to get to put her talents to the test. She reminded
herself, 'suck, swirl and swallow'. That and fondling John's heavy
balls, being cautious not to get carried away and squeeze them too hard.
By the time the couple were dressed and had departed, Gemma was caught
up in straightening the house, picking up after John, who was the type
to leave socks and his sports magazines and empty wrappers from snacks
wherever they ended up. He acted like the entire house was his man
cave. Gemma smiled wistfully. Then she would proceed to the main job,
getting those old clothes ready for removal. She knew she would pause
and consider each article as it was boxed up. It would be especially
emotional to dispose of her old letter jacket from high school. It was
only an unofficial one, given because back then, still in her male
persona, she had been an assistant to the football coach, which mainly
involved making sure there were towels in the locker room and that the
team members' uniforms and jock straps got into the laundry and were
cleaned. Even then he had already been on the lifepath he was still
following.
Gemma sighed happily. Was there ever a luckier maid-cuckold? She
doubted it.
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(This modest effort was inspired by the excellent Art of Jenni Andrews
(jenniandrews) on Deviant Art. You should go there, check it out, and
leave her some comments. Thank you, Jenni.)
(I also have a Profile page on that site, where you can see the images I
picked as Favorites. They provide a glimpse into my mind and the variety
of fantasies residing there. Enjoy.)
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