I fastened the lacy garter belt around my waist, and then attached its straps to my seamed stockings.

After that, I donned ruffled panties and a matching bra — complete with realistic breast forms. Then it was time for the petticoat. The garment was extremely full and short, made out of stiff netting. As I pulled it up my legs, I was shocked by my own excitement. I couldn’t believe I was doing this — or how much it was turning me on.

A few weeks ago, Marisol, my wife, had joked that she wanted a maid for her birthday. Since I always look to please my bride, I decided to surprise her by making her wish come true and presenting her with a maid — me!

Wearing my fancy lingerie, I stood in front of the mirror on the back of the bedroom door and applied some makeup. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I tried my best. I could feel my cock rapidly swelling in my panties, and it only got harder after donning my curly blonde wig and satin French maid outfit. The petticoat made the short skirt poof up and out, effectively hiding the evidence of my arousal. But that didn’t change how horny I’d become.

After slipping into a pair of patent leather heels, I placed the lacy maid’s cap atop my head. I checked myself in the mirror, once again shocked and pleased by my appearance. Marisol would be home at any minute, and I awaited her arrival. She exclaimed with delighted surprise when she opened the door and spotted me in my finery.

Keeping in character, I curtsied and asked if she’d like a glass of wine.

“Yes, I would… but what are you doing?! Why are you wearing that outfit?”

My wife was certainly shocked, but I could tell from the gleam in her eyes and her flushed cheeks that she was also excited. Who knew that some satin and lace could have such an effect on us?

“Well,” I explained, “you said you wanted a maid. And since today is your special day, I thought I’d grant you your birthday wish.”

Marisol grinned wickedly and immediately took to her new role of mistress of the house. She had me bring her a glass of Chardonnay and watched me closely as I tottered to the bar and back to deliver her beverage. As she sipped her wine, I told her that dinner would be ready in about 30 minutes; I’d prepared her favorite dish and put it in the slow-cooker earlier in the day.

Putting down her wineglass, Marisol stood and ordered me into the bedroom. Once there, she directed me to undress her. I obeyed, carefully folding each garment after I removed it. Once she was nude, she instructed me to suck on each of her nipples. I took my time, making her sigh and squirm. When she’d had enough, she commanded me to kneel before her and eat her pussy. This was so unlike her, but her behavior was exciting to me. I eagerly lapped at her sex, and she ground her wet slit against my mouth. She grabbed the back of my head, knocking my wig askew and moaning loudly as I made her climax. 

After she caught her breath, she told me to select an outfit for her for dinner. I chose a silk kimono and a matching pair of red high heels. Right after I’d helped her dress, she reached under my petticoat and stroked my cock through my panties. I bit back a moan, and she smiled, saying it was time for dinner.

We had a nice meal, and afterward, Marisol asked for more wine and told me to clean the kitchen. Once I was finished with that task, she had me stand next to her while she watched a movie. She kept her eyes on the screen but would occasionally reach over and stroke me through my girlie undies. Every time I thought I’d come, she’d still her hand and chuckle. I was shaking; I’d never been so turned on for such an extended period of time.

After her movie, she said it was time to return to the bedroom. There, she had me strip and lie on the bed. She used some of her scarves to tie my hands and feet to the bedposts. Once I was secure, she straddled my head, facing my feet, and ordered me to once again make her come with my lips and tongue. As I got to work on her pussy, she leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth. I thought I was going to shoot instantly, but Marisol paced her actions perfectly to keep me on edge until she climaxed a second time. She was still panting from her orgasm when she swung her body around and sank her pussy down on my dick. It felt incredible.

“I’ve got an idea,” Marisol grinned mischievously.

“Do you?” I replied nervously. “Will I like it?”

“Very much so,” she smirked.

“I suddenly have a fantasy to fuck the housemaid. I want you to put your maid’s uniform on for me,” she teased provocatively.

“Once she was nude, she instructed me to suck on each of her nipples”

“Really?” I replied incredulously, my cock twitching.

“Do I have to ask twice?”

She didn’t. As soon as she untied me, I put the outfit back on. I felt a mixture of arousal and humiliation.

Marisol looked at me hungrily.

“I heard that you’ve been stealing my dirty panties from the laundry, Maid!” she taunted.

“So I’m going to teach you a lesson.”

My cock sprung up through my petticoat as Marisol picked up my panties from the floor and stuffed them into my mouth before sliding my cock back inside her.

I couldn’t believe it! I was so hard.

Marisol rode my pole like a wild woman, but before she granted me permission to come, I had to agree to be her maid once a month — and maybe more if she chose. I would have said yes to anything at that point. I told her I’d be her lady’s maid whenever she needed my services. She slammed herself down hard, telling me to fill her with my come. I did as ordered, experiencing the most incredible orgasm of my life.

I’ve very much enjoying my new role — and so is Marisol.

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