After returning from holiday, Lisa plays at being a wife and gets filthy in the shower
Lisa and I got back from our holiday in the Maldives and we spent the next couple of days just coming down from the high of being in paradise for two weeks and the though of we going back to work again.
Lisa had broken up for the summer holidays and still had 4 weeks until she was back at school but I, sadly, still had a job and that meant driving up north to do an assessment on a block of flats which had had a fire a few weeks back. Rumours suggested the owners wanted rid of their tenants and had set the fire themselves and it was my job to find out. Oh the joys of clambering round in a paper suit in the dark looking for evidence of foul play.
Lisa was quiet when we returned and I caught her staring into the distance on the sofa and flopped down beside her.
“What’s up babe?” I smiled and she just smiled and shook her head but I knew something was troubling her. “Now come on. I know when there’s something not right with you. Come on, spill!” and I nudged her with my elbow.
“Do you think I’m dirty? Cheap?” and I was shocked at the question.
“No Lis. What makes you say that?” and her face crumbled and she started to cry.
“It’s just…” she snivelled and wiped her eyes on her sleeve. “What with us on holiday and Sunny and everything. You must think I’m rubbish!” and she sobbed loudly.
I pulled her to me and after some initial resistance, she flopped into my arms and I hugged her tight, kissing her hair and rocking her gently.
“Lis I don’t think you’re rubbish. I think you’re amazing! The thing with Sunny on holiday was amazing but it doesn’t mean I want you to fuck every man we meet. Sunny was special. A nice soul as you put it. Did you not like it?” and I lifted her chin and for the first time in nearly 12 months she looked like a little girl. I kissed her nose and squeezed her and she curled her knees up under her chin.
“It reminded me of my uncle” she sniffed and then began to sob again. “I thought it would be nice but it really just hurt and it reminded me of when my uncle would bring men to the house and make me do stuff. Then he would join in. Get me drunk until I was passed out and fuck me with his horrible friends!” and she really went for it, genuine soulful sobs that hurt me deeply because I never wanted my Lisa to experience pain again.
“Hey! Shhh! Lis. What happened on holiday was because you wanted to do it. I might’ve encouraged it but it was your doing” and I spoke softly, not accusing, but assuring her she’d done nothing wrong. “You had a crush on Sunny, we had a few drinks and you had his enormous cock inside you” and I emphasised ‘enormous’ whilst tickling her. “I didn’t think you’d want me after Sunny. He filled you up good and proper!” and I chuckled and she cracked a brief smile.
She sat there quiet for a while and I stroked her hair before she spoke again, quietly.
“I prefer yours Tom. You don’t hurt me like Sunny did” and she looked up at my face. “He was sooo big! I thought I would tear down there. But it was nice when he came. His cum felt really hot and soothing” and I stroked her face and she lifted her head and kissed me. “But I won’t do it again Tom. I don’t want to do it with anyone else. I don’t want to share you with anyone” and she cuddled me close, wrapping her arms around my body as she lay curled up in my lap.
“If that’s what you want baby that’s fine by me. Your little pussy is mine to treasure” and I squeezed her again.
Later that night we lay together in my bed, her arm and leg across me, her head on my shoulder. I ran my fingers up and down her skin and she murmured and I gently began to pull her on top of me and towards my raging hard cock.
She looked up at me and kissed my lips gently before whispering “not tonight Tom. I just want you to hold me” and I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight before snuggling down under the covers with her wrapped up in my arms.
I didn’t hear the alarm go off for work but I did feel the wetness of a tight pussy riding me and I opened my eyes to see Lisa, eyes closed, head on one side, mouth open as she crouched above me, feet either side of my hips as she gently raised and lowered herself on my cock. I began to move my hips and she began to breathe hard, her throat making quiet “Uhhhh” sounds as she rode me.
I was ecstatic as I heaved my hips upward and she crushed her pussy down onto me, my entire length disappearing inside her little body and as she sped up, her butt slapped against me and she moaned louder, her movements more urgent now as she suddenly approached her peak and with a loud long “Unnnnggggghhh” and a sharp intake of breath, I felt her climax, her head bowing forwards as she deflated, her hands on my chest and as I felt her pussy squeezing and her cervix bobbing and groaned hard as the muscles in my stomach contracted hard and my sperm erupted from me, filling her and making her moan louder until she finally collapsed onto my chest, my cock shooting from her and my load pouring from her and onto my belly.
We lay like this for some time, in a twilight state of being barely conscious, not asleep, not awake, just in an in between world of utter bliss.
Suddenly the alarm went off and we both jolted at the sound.
“Fuck! School! I didn’t wash my uniform! Fuck!” and I laughed as she jumped out of bed and I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.
“Lisa babe! Wake up! You’re not at school!” and I laughed as she struggled with me, still half asleep. Suddenly she came around and whined and threw herself back into bed and covered herself with a pillow, just like a 5 year old and I laughed loud until she used hands and feet to kick me out of the bed.
I showered and made toast for breakfast before taking some up to Lisa in bed. She was sitting up and smiling when I walked in the room.
“Hey you! Are you awake now? That was a lovely way to wake up. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!”
“Yeah silly! You don’t remember me sucking you to get you hard though. I teased you for ages. I sucked you so gently your balls tightened up and your cock swelled and I nearly made you cum. But then I let you go and sat on you. It was fun!” and her eyes glittered and she looked evil as she ran her tongue over her teeth.
“Here’s your toast you wicked little vixen!” I said, holding out the plate and the cup of coffee. “Look at me now! How am I supposed to go out to work looking like this?” And I thrust my hips forward to show the bulge in my trousers. She sniggered and pointed with her piece of toast, “Don’t turn up to the office like that! Sandra will drag you in stationary cupboard!” and we both laughed.
Sandra was the secretary at the office and one year had gotten so drunk at the Christmas party, she’d dragged the office junior into the stationary cupboard, a lad of about 19 and threatened to fuck his brains out. She ended up being sick all down his trousers and sent home to her husband in a taxi.
She was quiet for weeks afterwards!
“Nah you’re alright love!” I exclaimed at the thought of Sandra, still stuck in 1986, with her Kim Wilde hairdo and her shoulder pads, slobbering over a young lads cock and chucking up on him.
“I’m going to have to get going. What you going to do today?” and I stopped to kiss her forehead.
“Oh nothing much” she sighed and stretched. “I think I’ll lay here for a while, play with my pussy, scoop out all your cum Mr Robertson and maybe get a sex toy out and film myself on my new phone pushing it all the way in and send it to you at work” and she licked her lips again and it was pure filth.
“Don’t you dare! Don’t send me stuff like that or I’ll get shot!” and she giggled her little wicked childish giggle.
I kissed her lips and told her I’d see her later and set off out to work, leaving her in bed. Just as I was closing the door I swear I could hear the sound of buzzing and I smiled as I headed out the door to the car.
Work was the usual nonsense. Climbing around in the dark over fallen timbers, reading the fire brigades report by torchlight and taking photos. I stopped off for a burger at lunch and rang Lis at home. She was still in bed watching tv. She’d stripped the bed to wash the bedding but climbed back into her own bed in her own room to watch tv. It was raining so she couldn’t sit outside or sunbathe so she was curled up in bed watching a kids movie and drinking hot chocolate.
I carried on in the afternoon and at 4pm set off for the drive back home. I walked in the house and the smell of food wafted by as I opened the door.
“Hello Mr Robertson” smiled Lisa as I came in and put my briefcase down and hung up my coat. “I’ve been a very good wife today” she announced and stood on her tiptoes to kiss my forehead. “I’ve washed and dried the bedding and remade the bed, I’ve made you a lovely dinner and tidied the whole house and I even had time to use my new toy” and she skipped off into the kitchen.
I came and sat at the island and looked at her. She was dressed like a maid in a little black frock with a lacy apron on the front. The back of the frock was completely open and her bare backside was on show, her beautifully pert bottom, round and peachy, just inviting you to grab it.
She bent over to open the oven, her feet together so that as she bent down, her pussy, clean shaven and smooth, stuck out from between her thighs. She sensed I was looking at her and scolded me. “Mr Robertson! That’s for dessert! You must eat your dinner first!” and she opened the oven and took out a large pie.
“I got the recipe off the internet but I tweaked it a bit. I hope it’s ok. I’ve never cooked properly before.” and she looked nervous as she put it in the centre of the dinner table and held out a knife for me to cut it.
She then brought a bowl of chips and one of garden peas and put them down, together with two plates and knives and forks.
I cut into the pie, eager to see what was inside and I placed a slice onto my plate before cutting one for Lisa.
“Ooh! Chicken and vegetables. Nice!” and I chucked chips and peas onto the plate with it.
“Oh! And I did bread and butter!” and she turned and scampered to the counter, returning seconds later with a plate of buttered bread.
I tucked into the pie and she looked at me nervously as I ate it. It was divine!
“Oh babe! That’s amazing! That is so lovely and tasty!” and I began to eat more before I loaded chips onto a slice of bread and dipped it into the thick gravy oozing from under the flaky crust.
“Did you really make this? Or are you kidding me?” and I looked at her teasingly and her lip came out like a petulant child.
“I’ll have you know Mr Robertson I walked down to the shops for ingredients and then followed the recipe on my phone! It’s all my own work!” and she huffed at me.
“Hey! It’s wonderful Lisa. It’s really yummy. Do you mind if I take some for work tomorrow?” and she smiled and shook her head and then nodded that I could.
We finished up and washed the plates together, drying them and putting them away, me occasionally distracted by the naked bottom floating about in front of me and when we’d done, I took her in my arms and kissed her lips, hugging her to me, my hands wandering until I gently gripped her naked butt.
“You know what? I think you’d make a very good Mrs Robertson one day” and she squeaked as I held her. Suddenly she pushed me away and stood there facing me, her face stern and her lips thin.
“Then I suggest Mr Robertson goes and gets a shower right away! He smells of smoke and grime and I won’t have it!” and I roared laughing at her impression of a Victorian housewife. “Shoo! Go now dirty boy!” and she ushered me towards the living room door and upstairs to the bathroom. “Mrs Robertson will be up shortly to scrub your back!” and I laughed as I climbed the stairs to the shower.
As I stood under the water and let it wash away the filth and grime of the day, I soaped myself down and washed my hair. As I lathered up the shampoo, I felt two hands slide around my belly and head south and I quickly turned around, opening one eye and squinting to see Lisa in her maids outfit smiling at me. I grabbed her and pulled her into the shower with me and she shrieked as she got soaked.
“NO! I’m all wet now!” and I grinned wickedly at her.
“Ooh so quickly Mrs Robertson? What a bad girl you are!” and she laughed at me and tried to wriggle free.
“No! Let go! Stop! Help!” and we giggled as we jostled under the streaming water.
I grabbed her waist and pulled her back as she tried to escape the cubicle and I pinned her to the wall, my mouth clamped to hers and she beat my chest weakly with her fists.
“No! Mr Robertson please!” and I hooked my arms through her legs and hoisted her up the wall. She wrapped her arms round my neck and I steadied myself as I lowered her down and she gasped and threw her head back as my cock pushed inside her. She shook as she squeezed me tight and I began to thrust upwards into her. She grunted and groaned as I pushed her against the wall and spread her thighs wide, my thumbs pulling her pussy lips apart as my cock drilled into her, the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together loudly.
I couldn’t hold her long and let her down to the ground, turning her so she faced the wall. There was a little foot stool in the shower and she put her left foot on it as I held her hips and guided myself into her from behind. She moaned loudly as she threw her weight backwards, slamming back into my pelvis and crying out each time my cock punched the back wall of her pussy.
“Oh Mr Robertson! You’re such a bad man! What will Mrs Robertson say if she caught you with the lowly maid?!” and it was too much. My dirty little vixen just knew how to tip me over the edge and this was it.
I roared as I pushed myself deep into her and my legs shook as my balls emptied inside her, my hips spasming as each pulse of my cock emptied another stream of spunk into her pretty little cunt.
Lisa gasped and moaned as she was filled to the brim and it seemed to flick a switch and she became utterly filthy.
“Oh yes! Fuck that pussy Mr Robertson! Fill that tight little pussy right up! Oh I can feel your delicious seeds inside me Mr Robertson!” and she squeezed her pussy tight around me, arching her back and looking over her shoulder as she gasped and hissed through her teeth.
“Oh Mr Robertson! Your cock feels so good! I want it all!” and she threw herself back into me harder than ever. “Come on you fucker! Fuck that dirty little cunt! Make me cum! Fuck me!!” and I felt my balls stirring again.
“Oh fucking hell!” I cried as I felt the muscles in my stomach and butthole tense and Lisa continued her sudden foulmouthed tirade and I yelled out as my balls tightened so much I thought I was going to fire them out of my cock as Lisa began to slap her arse and screamed at me.
“FUCK ME MR ROBERTSON YOU FUCKING DIRTY MAID FUCKING CUNT!! AAAHHHHUUUUHHHH!!” and I came the hardest I had ever come.
My knees gave way and I fell to the floor, my cock wrenched out of my tiny lovers body and I lay gasping like a fish out of water as my orgasm did its best to try to kill me.
Lisa was demonic. She screamed as I pulled out of her, my double load of cum plopping out of her and onto the shower floor. She spun round and leapt on me as I lay on the floor of the shower cubicle, her knees either side of me and gripped my cock hard, slamming her pussy down onto me and riding my cock like I was a racehorse in the last furlong.
“LISA FUUUCCKKK!!” I yelled and I bucked and twitched as she tortured my cock.
“Yes! Yes! YES!!YESSS!! OHHHHHHHH MR ROBERTSON FUCK!” and she sobbed as she came and collapsed on my chest, both of our chests heaving as we lay on the floor, water showering down onto us.
I got my wind back and rubbed my hands up and down Lisa’s back, feeling the soaked maids outfit and feeling myself shrink and retreat from her pussy.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to be Mrs Robertson Lisa” I managed to gasp out and she lifted her head to look me in the eyes.
“Why baby?” she sounded sad. “Why wouldn’t you want me as your wife?”
“Because I think you’d kill old Mr Robertson and be a widow not long after we’d married!” and she laughed weakly, shaking on my chest with my arms around her.
“We can’t keep doing that babe” I whispered into her ear. “I too young to die from multiple orgasms” and she shook even harder as she laughed.
Lisa sat up on me a leaned and kissed my mouth, long and slow before pulling herself to her feet and offering her hands to me to help me up from the floor. She turned and shut off the shower and then came back to me and pushed her body against mine and I placed my hands on her naked butt as we kissed again.
“Come on” she said and began to pull me out of the shower, handing me a towel and then leading me into the bedroom.
“What’s up? What are you doing babe?”
“I’m putting you to bed Mr Robertson. You’re very old and need your rest!” and she shrieked as I pulled her down onto the bed and slapped her bare arse.
“You’re not too big to get a hiding young lady!” I snarled playfully as I repeatedly slapped her across her cheeks and she squealed.
I let her free and she stood up and dropped her wet outfit onto the floor, stopping to pick it up and drop it into the washing basket in the corner.
She stood there defiantly, hands on hips, her cunt lips red and swollen from the pounding only minutes before and she screwed up her face and said, “Fuck me Tom! My pussy is on fire! We might wanna give it a week… I think I’ve got blisters!” and I roared laughing on the bed.
Later that night we lay together, naked, our fingers on each other’s skin, stroking each other and arousing each other but without the energy to engage in any more sex.
“Hey Mrs Robertson” I whispered. “Where on earth did you learn language like that? ‘Fuck me Mr Robertson you fucking maid fucking cunt’? That’s disgusting language!” and I felt her shaking as she laughed. “What the hell child! You’re awful!” and the shaking increased.
“Got the desired effect didn’t it?” and I squeezed her bottom.
“You’re a very bad girl. What would Mrs Robertson think?” and she twisted in my arms and kissed me.
“I think Mrs Robertson would think she’s spoiled and her husband had the nicest cock in the whole wide world.”
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