May We Steal Your Husband?

Shannon

Mais Oui! Reminder & Special Offer

Shannon stretched, tightening and arching her body before settling back into the cushions of her chaise. She tapped the new link on her smartphone.

May We clean your home today? Mais Oui!

Our team will arrive at 4:00 today. You are currently subscribing to the following services:

● Mais Oui Premium Interior Package: Our Angels will dust, vacuum, mop, clean interior glass, and wipe down counters. Baths and the kitchen will be deep cleaned and sanitized. They will collect and wash any dirty dishes and bag and carry away all trash.

● Mais Oui Three-day Meal Package: Our culinary Angels will prepare three dinners. One will be served hot and ready at 6:00; the other two will be left in the refrigerator for easy reheating later in the week.

With a touch Shannon confirmed the selections, but before she could return to daydreaming her phone chimed again.

Special Offer! As a discerning, multi-package subscriber we are inviting you to help pilot a new service:

● Mais Oui Ball Emptying: One of our carefully-selected Angels will see to the comfort of your husband by thoroughly washing his male apparatus, then applying skilled and patient oral stimulation until his balls are drained and he's content and relaxed. Includes all cleanup.

● Currently available at a 50% discount to our multi-package subscribers.

From her spot in the sun room Shannon had a view of her husband working in the yard. We're so different, she thought. Though quite affluent, Ron preferred to perform their yard work himself. As she watched he trimmed the grass at the edge of the walkways, raked it into clumps, and composted it. He had already mowed and put down mulch, and by now was soaked in sweat.

He couldn't have looked more content.

He'll appreciate it, Shannon decided. Also, it would spare her the trouble later. Ron always got so horny when he spent the afternoon working in the yard, and increasingly, sex seemed like a chore to her. This would be a win/win!

With a sly smile Shannon clicked on the link, adding Ball Emptying to the list of subscriptions.

Paola

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

The man of the house -her notes said his name was Ron- wasn't bad looking. He was older, of course, all of their clients were. But he kept in shape, still had his hair, and gave the entire Mais Oui crew a warm smile when they arrived, not just Paola, even though she was the youngest and prettiest.

"I can get out of your way," Ron said, beginning to climb from his lounge chair.

"No, no, that's okay isn't it, Paola?" Shannon said with a wink.

"Yes, Ms Shannon." The lady of the house hadn't told her husband about the extra service, Paola realized. That could make it fun.

The rest of the crew spread out into the house. Ana began vacuuming, Marisol tucked herself away into the kitchen to prepare the meals, and Mayra headed off to clean the baths. Paola dusted and cleaned, but only in the sunroom where Ron could check her out.

Gringos always liked her. They commented on her doll-like proportions and her wild, dark hair. She was slimmer than most Latinas, and though her breasts were also modest, they were soft and jiggly when she wore the right bra.

She was wearing it today.

"Excuse me, Mr Ron," she said, leaning over the gentleman to dust a table. She braced herself with a hand on his thigh and was pleased to see that when she stood again his cock was already swelling.

"Oh, sure." The gentleman squirmed in his seat and shot his wife a glance, but when she only smiled back he seemed to relax.

Paola continued, making sure to bend over when Ron could appreciate her backside, or toward him to call attention to her cleavage. She shook her hips as she moved about the room, but once she had teased him enough Paola said, "Did your wife tell you about our new service?"

"Oh, ah, no, she didn't."

"I think she wanted to surprise you," Paola said, toying with the top button of her uniform.

"Tell him about it," Shannon said.

"We call it," Paola said, popping the button free, "Ball Emptying. Do you think you'd like that, Mr Ron?"

"Ah... what?" Ron said.

"It's okay," Shannon assured him. "And the service is discounted this week, too. I thought you'd enjoy it."

When Ron just gawked in confusion Paola said, "You'll need to take your pants off, Mr Ron."

There was another pause so long that Paola wondered if the gentleman wasn't interested, but then he kicked away his shoes and began to tug off his pants.

"And those," Paola said, indicating his boxer briefs, and the gentleman did as asked, though he kept looking to his wife for confirmation.

Rich ladies are strange, Paola thought. The man's cock was magnifico: long, proud, and achingly thick laying against his belly. And yet his wife was paying someone else to pleasure him. Paola shrugged internally and fetched her supplies.

"First let's get you nice and clean," Paola said. She slid a folded towel under the gentleman, then from a carafe poured warm water onto a cloth and began to bathe him. "Nice and clean," she repeated, kneeling just inches away.

The man groaned when the warm cloth stroked his cock, then even more deeply when Paola used it to wet his balls. She bathed him with strokes starting at his sack and along the full length of his shaft and across every bulging vein. A moment later she lifted his organ away from his belly to wash the other side.

"Feels so good," he moaned, resting a hand on her shoulder before moving it toward her breasts.

Too softly for Shannon to hear, Paola asked, "You want to touch them?"

"Yes."

So although it wasn't required as part of the service, Paola shed her uniform top. "Touch me through my bra."

Ron's hand found Paola's breast at the same time that her mouth found his cock. Eager hands tugging at her softness through the lace-trimmed bra, quickly locating her nipple. She returned his energy, plunging her lips down the shaft until its girth stretched her.

He's so perfectly hard, Paola thought. Whatever uncertainty the man felt had melted away with her attentive mouth and hands upon him.

"That's nice," he said softly.

Paola took him as deeply as she could for several pumps before pulling back with a gasp. "I hope you enjoy it, Mr Ron."

He groaned, but said nothing more as Paola returned to her work of licking and sucking his cock. The head was plump and velvety, and Paola explored the outline with her tongue, checking Ron's expression as she did. His eyes slid shut, and when she also began tugging on his sack he let out an even more soulful groan.

Too softly for Shannon to hear, Paola asked, "Does your wife do this?"

"No," he said, barely audible.

Paola shot a glance at Shannon but the woman wasn't even watching. She had picked up a magazine and seemed more interested in it than her husband getting a blowjob fifteen feet away.

"Mr Ron," she said, "when you're ready you can cum in my mouth." Then on a whim she added, "I want to taste it."

The man seemed to sink further into the cushions, but he didn't stop fondling her breasts. Even as Paola drew him ever closer to the brink his hands tugged, pinched, and stroked her flesh until deep jabs of pleasure shot through her. How long had it been since she'd been touched with such hungry confidence? With a surreptitious glance toward Shannon, Paola snagged a cushion, placed it between her legs, and began to grind.

In Paola's mind it was only the two of them. Shannon sat nearby, Marisol sang and rattled pans in the kitchen, and Ana and Mayra buzzed back and forth, but Paola's entire world was Ron's cock. She pumped as deeply as she could manage, tickled and tugged his balls, and read the signs of his arousal. His hips moved subtly at first then more forcefully, and seemingly of their own accord. Even breathing became rougher, then ragged, than gasping. He was close.

Meanwhile her own arousal grew. The power she held over the man, her ability to coax him so swiftly from detachment to near release was in its own way intoxicating. His hands on her body coupled with her grind on the pillow were doing the rest.

"Paola," Ron groaned. "Oh, Paola..."

She wanted to respond, to moan his name back, but that would break her rhythm. Instead she did her best to grunt encouragement around his cock. It worked.

Ron let out a sudden, harsh exhalation. His hands on Paola's breasts clamped down, and with a spasm, he shot a thick spurt of cum into her mouth.

"Oh fuuuu!" he cried out. "Fu, huuuuuck!"

Though at first she jerked back in surprise, Paola's mouth welcomed spurt after spurt of man seed. She held the bounty in her mouth, containing his cock and his cum while Ron gasped and bucked into her. It took a full minute before the last of the tremors subsided but just before they did Paola came too, her hips gyrating against the pillow. It wasn't an extravagant orgasm but it was unexpected, a thrill and reward on a Saturday afternoon.

Her contract stated that she could spit out the cum, but instead Paola opened her mouth to show Ron, then making sure he watched, she gulped it down. She winked.

"Time for cleanup!"

Shannon

Ms Shannon? This is Paola from Mais Oui.

Though she had nodded off while reading, Shannon woke when her phone chimed. Good afternoon, she replied.

Shortly, you'll receive the standard reminder about our services. I'm sorry to inform you that the promotional pricing for Ball Emptying is no longer available. It would be at full price now.

I see.

Paola texted back, However, I'd be happy to provide the service for the same rate you paid last week. I'd just have to be discreet about it.

Shannon took a moment. If Mais Oui learned that one of their crew was going behind their backs they wouldn't be happy. Paola might even be fired. But on the other hand Ron had clearly enjoyed himself, and the idea of pacifying him once again was too tempting to pass up.

Yes, let's do that. Thank you. It would be another effortless week for her.

Ron

Perhaps it should have surprised him more. To on a whim let a young woman give her husband a blowjob could be explained away as a novelty, but for Shannon to invite Paola back confirmed a pattern. She was happy to outsource sex. No surprise; it had become almost impossible to coax her into bed.

When the Mais Oui crew arrived Paola winked at Ron before heading directly to the master suite to clean and tidy up. After her co-workers had spread out into the other corners of the sprawling home she signaled to Ron.

"It's nice to see you again, Mister Ron," she said once they were alone.

"Likewise!" If Ron wasn't imagining it Paola had given extra attention to her hair and makeup, and had already popped open the first button on her top. "Can I be honest?"

"Of course!" Paola said, a wide, dimpled smile spreading.

"I wasn't sure Shannon would let you, uh..."

Paola finished for him, "Suck your cock?"

"Yes, that."

She blushed then took a step closer, unbuttoned his shirt, and ran her fingers through his chest hair. "I wasn't sure she would either, but I'm glad."

They kissed, tentatively at first, then with urgency as Paola pushed his shirt past his shoulders until it dropped to the floor. "You know, we'll have to clean the shower anyway. Might as well use it first."

Ron hastily agreed, then stepped back to watch Paola undress. Keeping her eyes seductively on his, the Latina unbuttoned her top slowly, giving him a show. The utilitarian cotton top wasn't sexy, but the body beneath it was. Petite, slim, and soft, Paola's breasts bounced when she removed her bra, and the way she shook her hips as she tugged off the uniform trousers was mesmerizing.

"Muy caliente!" Ron said.

Paola laughed. "You need to get naked too, Chico."

In the shower there was as much kissing and groping as there was washing. Paola was just as soft and sweet as Ron had imagined, melting against him when he kissed her, and making little sighs when his hands explored her body. She cooed when he tugged on her breasts and didn't object when he slipped a finger into her slit to find it wet from something more than the soapy water.

"Back to the bed," she said huskily.

He knew at once that something was different other than just the shower. Ron lay back on the bed, but instead of bending to suck him Paola flung herself on top, kissing his mouth and neck, and nuzzling against him. She whispered, "I've been thinking about you."

"Oh?"

"Yes." Paola was grinding against him, wiggling her hips to align their bodies. "Been thinking about this guy," she added with a wink."

"Sooo, not just a blowjob today? I thought that-"

"Don't think, Chico, just enjoy!" With a deft touch Paola lifted Ron's cock. When she slid down a second later wetness enveloped him. Ron opened his mouth to speak but Paola shushed him with a finger across his lips, her expression mischievous. She pushed, pulled back, and when she pushed again her slick pussy welcomed even more of his cock into its depths.

Ron let it happen, sinking into the pillows while Paola began to ride him. She ground and slid on him with such pleasure, such energy. And she was wet. Had Shannon ever been so ready for him, so slick?

"You like that, Chico?" Paola asked then, not waiting for an answer, kissed him.

He kissed her back. "You feel amazing."

"Yes?" Paola held the kiss, nibbling playfully at Ron's lip. "You do too... that big thing."

"Big? Shannon never says that."

Paola laughed softly, tossing her fine black hair to the side so it tickled and teased Ron. "She don't like dick, Chico. Wife who pays someone else to fuck her husband don't care about him."

But his new lover liked dick. Paola rode him vigorously, finding new angles to enjoy his cock while taking breaks to press in close alongside him to kiss and nibble his mouth and neck.

"I just thought she was being nice to me. Sometimes she's too busy."

"No, Mister Ron. Should I call you that?"

"Just Ron is okay."

"I'd like that too, Ron." Paola centered herself on him, kissing his mouth wetly while she pumped. "You have a good job, I think."

"Yes. I'm the one that pays the bills."

"That's what I thought." She was going slowly now, keeping them both from tumbling toward orgasm. Paola's breasts and hair brushed Ron, teasing and tickling him. "She's paying me with your money, right?"

"I never thought of it that way."

"So, I'd like to make a bet with you, Ron." She met his eyes, a playful twist to her mouth.

"What?"

"My bet is that I can make you cum twice before the rest of the crew finishes their work."

Ron groaned, signaling that he was already close to a first release. "What if you do?"

"Then you listen to a proposal I have."

"I don't see a downside."

"There isn't one, Chico, but I need you to do one thing first."

"Oh?"

"Take control and finish me strong. Think you can do that?"

There was no need for more talk. Ron put a hand on Paola's shoulder and rolled her off of him. He smacked her ass, drawing a surprised yelp and a giggle, then guided her into doggy position. As he reentered her Paola let out a low groan.

"Oooh like that, Chico. Get it!"

Though he grew dangerously close to release Ron gave Paola the treatment she craved, driving forcefully into her from behind, their bodies slapping together. The Latina turned her head to peer back at him, but soon her eyes closed to slits and she sagged deeper into the covers.

"Paaaapi," she moaned. "Oh Papi fuuuck me!"

Ron turned the corner, letting the cum boil up toward the tip of his cock. With a harsh exhalation he drove the final few strokes deep then came. The exhalation turned into a groan and then a howl as cum erupted, flooding Paola's already dripping pussy. The Latina cried out, succumbing to bliss and collapsing as her thighs shook, weak with orgasm. Half a minute later, his own strength depleted, Ron sagged against her.

*

"So," Ron said, his breath still uneven, "what was that proposal you had for me?"

"Ron!" Paola jabbed a finger into his side. "That was only if I made you cum twice."

The two were laying on top of the tangled covers, still recovering. Ron chuckled. "Sure, but after that no way I'll cum again. Not that I'm complaining."

"Don't you remember two weeks ago?" Paola lifted Ron's soft cock and gave it a squeeze.

"That was amazing," Ron admitted as the young Latina fondled his organ. "But that was still just one pop."

"Oh, Chico, you got no idea what I can do."

Paola adjusted her position on the bed, bent to Ron's lap, and drew his cock into her mouth. After a few heartbeats she slowly slid her mouth away then back onto him, once again cocooning his cock in her mouth.

"Paola that feels really good, but-". Ron didn't finish his sentence. Was it his imagination or was his organ swelling? The young woman was incredible!

"But what?" Paola asked. She released his cock, letting it slide free, but when she moved to take it back in it wouldn't quite fit. "What's happening?" she asked, winking.

"Fuck!" An astonished Ron looked on while Paola teased and coaxed his rod from deflated to soft to plump. What was it about the woman? She was younger and prettier than Shannon, and certainly had better oral skills, but there was more. There was a light in her eyes when they met his, an energy and desire not just to make him cum, but an enjoyment in the act.

"I thought you couldn't get hard again so soon," she said with mock innocence.

"I didn't either," Ron admitted.

"Hmmm." Paola used her skills to get him erect, tonguing his balls and teasing the glans. But as soon as Ron was hard enough she focused on sucking him.

"G'damn that's good," he groaned.

"Let it happen, Chico." Paola could barely fit half of his cock past her lips now but she sucked him steadily while strings of saliva escaped to coat his balls.

"Oh, oh fuck!" The Latina was drawing him closer to the brink with astounding ease. "Paola, g'dammit! How are you even doing that to me?"

She paused long enough to repeat, "Just let it happen."

It happened. Less than a minute later, and fewer than twenty minutes after he had cum in Paola's slick pussy, Ron erupted in orgasm once more. He groaned with tortured bliss, tensed, and shot seed in her mouth in one pulse after another. Cum swirled in Paola's mouth but she waited until he was done before she swallowed it. She smiled.

"Now, about that proposal."

Shannon

May We clean your home again soon? Mais Oui!

Dear valued customer: We are sorry to see you go, but we want to thank you for your loyalty. Should you decide that you once again want your home to be cleaned by the best and most professional team in your area, just let us know. And as an incentive, please accept this coupon for ten percent off of single package cleaning, or fifteen percent off for multi-package subscribers!

Shannon deleted the text. Mais Oui had been great while needed, but Paola did all of the cooking and cleaning now. The young woman was amazing, really. She even brought Shannon meals some nights before going back upstairs to Ron. And the basement was perfect. Shannon had her own bathroom, a little kitchenette with a mini-fridge and a microwave, and a bedroom with a TV. She had recently discovered Friends reruns and was already through season four!

There was a thump overhead followed by Paola's giggling and Ron's deeper voice. A bed squeaked once, then twice more, then rhythmically. It must be after ten, Shannon realized, the hour when more often than not her husband and the Latina found their way to the master suite to frolic. Yes, there it was, a string of obscenities and inducements gasped out in English and Spanish then later the unmistakable timbre of Ron's voice as he wailed with release.

Shannon turned the TV on. This is okay, she thought. Everything is okay.