A few months ago, I would’ve said that a French maid costume was silly and unattractive — unless you counted the fact that it was short.

That was before I came home to my wife on all fours scrubbing the floor in full costume with no panties.

When I walked in the door from work, I thought for a second that I had caught her about to cheat on me, because she had never mentioned trying something like this in the past. The naughty smile she shot me over her shoulder made it clear I was the intended audience. She was wearing platform heels and fishnet stockings that stopped at the top of her thighs. I couldn’t stop staring.

“I’m so sorry, sir!” she pouted from under lowered lashes. “I still need to clean the living room!”

I wasn’t completely sure what she wanted me to do, so I went through to the living room and had a seat on a recliner. She disappeared into the kitchen for a minute and reappeared with a cocktail. She bent all the way over as she handed it to me, treating me to a glimpse of her nipples. I couldn’t help sliding my hand under her neckline and rolling one of her nipples between my fingertips. She swatted my hand away playfully.

When she dropped to her knees again, I thought she was going to suck my dick, so I got rock-hard and ready, but she turned her back to me and started wiping at the floor with a cloth again. Her tiny, lace-trimmed skirt did absolutely nothing to cover her pussy or ass. I couldn’t think how long it had been since I had been allowed to stare at her bare pussy without her getting self-conscious and stopping me. Her ass jiggled as she mimicked cleaning the floor. I sipped my drink while appreciating her sexiness.

She pretended to have found a spot that she couldn’t get clean and had almost pressed her face to the ground with her ass in the air to look at it. It was too much. I wasn’t sure exactly what she expected me to do in this game, but if she thought I was going to sit still while she teased me like this, she was mistaken. She was so close and so exposed that I could see how wet she was.

I slid to the floor behind her and spread her pussy with my fingers. She jerked out of my grasp and immediately went back to cleaning. I spread her pussy again, but this time I pushed a finger inside. She was so slick with arousal that it slid in easily.

I pumped my finger in and out, and she moaned.

“My naughty girl is already soaking wet. Are you turned on from teasing me?”

She giggled and moaned again. “I got off four times waiting for you to get home, just imagining what it would feel like when you finally got here and fucked me.”

My wife was never normally one to talk about masturbating, and the mental image of her touching herself while she waited for me to get home was incredibly erotic. Next time, I would convince her to let me watch.

If she had already gotten off four times, I didn’t feel like I had to be a gentleman and take care of her first. There could be time for that after. It was liberating to selfishly focus on myself.

I unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out. She kept her head down and her ass all the way up as I nudged against her wet pussy with the tip. I stopped there to savor the sensation, but she pushed back against me, driving my dick all the way inside her.

Her little white apron was tied in a bow around her waist, so I grabbed it with one fist and used it to pull her even harder against me. As I began thrusting in and out of her, it worked as the perfect handle to keep her ass up high while I drove into her harder and harder.

I could feel that I was going to come quickly, but suddenly I had an idea. If she was doing things she didn’t normally do, I thought I would see how far that extended. I pulled out and turned her around, yanking the front of her dress down to expose her perky tits.

I stood up and stroked my dick, making it clear what I was about to do. I was about to come on her tits. I thought she might stop me, but instead she tilted her head back and thrust her chest even farther out in invitation.

I stroked my cock a little longer, then unloaded all over the pale skin of her mounded breasts. When I was finished, I rubbed my dick along her nipples just to feel them sticky and wet with my mess.

The hottest part? She looked me straight in the eye as she said, “I better clean that up for you, sir!”

She wiped the come off her tits and licked it from her fingers, swallowing every last bit. When she was finished, she used her mouth to clean my dick.

I had no idea my wife was so into role-play, but now I can’t wait to see what else she wants to try.