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My Life As A French Maid Cuckold Slut

Aug 2, 2012

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About once a month, my wife calls me at work early in the afternoon and tells me that she laid out my French Maid outfit on the bed and that I have to come up with an excuse to get out of the office early. She tells me that she is going out to the shopping mall to look for a "real" lover and that she needs me to get the house clean before she brings him home to fuck her. Knowing what my role is, I quickly run home to our empty house, change into my pantyhose, French Maid outfit, and 4" heels and begin doing my chores. The only thing she tells me not to do before she gets home is dust the bedroom.

When she arrives home with her new young friend, she always introduces me to him by saying something like -- "See, I told you that my husband is a Sissy who would rather dress-up and clean the house than act like a real man. That's why I had to go looking for someone like you." She then asks me if I finished all my chores and I have to tell her that I haven't dusted the bedroom yet. She then laughs and says, "Well, it's your lucky day. You can bring your feather duster upstairs and act like the sissy that you are by dusting while you watch a real man shove his cock into me." God, I love it when she is humiliating me in front of the young guy she's going to fuck.

There is nothing like prancing around in my heels dusting the furniture just a few feet from my wife getting pounded by a kid. Not only does she continue to humiliate me, but she also gets the guy into the act, asking him if to laugh at me and call me a fag. When they get close to cumming, she tells me that if I want to clean out his cum from her, that I'm have to get on my knees and beg. I get down on my knees right next to the bed, stroke my wife's hair and say, "Please Mistress, when this young stud gets done treating you like the vamp that you are, can I please clean up the mess -- I love cleaning for you, whether its cleaning the house, or licking out cum from your beautiful pussy." That usually sends her over the edge. Depending on how much the guy is into it, my wife will also make me clean up her lover's cock after they're done. Then she kicks me out of the bedroom and has me make them dinner in my outfit while they go for round two of fucking. Talk about embarrasing -- serving a nice dinner to your wife and guy she just fucked while wearing a french maid outfit, pantyhose, and high heels.

When we're alone, my wife allows me to stand in the middle of the living room and use her vibrator on my own cock through my pantyhose while she laughs at how much of a kinky slut that I am.

She's already told me that next month she is going to host a gangbang and I'll be expected to serve drinks and appetizers to everyone in my outfit throughout the evening.

Normally, she gives me ample notice when I have to turn into the French Maid cuckold slut, but tonight when I pulled up to my house, I saw a strange car parked on the street in front. When I parked the car and came in through the garage door, my French Maid frillies were laid out on the kitchen table. I dropped my briefcase and stipped right there to change into my outfit, knowing that -- although we've never done this in the past -- she was changing our marriage to not allow me to always know when my services were needed. I slid the pantyhose up my legs, put on the French Maid outfit (including the apron) and stepped into my favorite 4 inch heels. I then went up the stairs in anticipation of what tonight was goinng to bring.

When I got to our bedroom door, it was closed. I lightly knocked on it and heard my wife's loving voice say "is that my Sissy Maid coming to clean whatever I want her to? If you're ready for a surprise, come on in." I tiptoed into the room and saw her kneeling on the floor with two guys about 20 years old standing in front of her. She told me that tonight was "contest night" and her and I were going to have a contest to see who is the best cocksucker. She said that if I could get my "stunt cock" to cum before she does, we will send both guys home and we would fuck the rest of the night. However, if she beats me, then I can clean the toilets while she fucks both of them for the next couple of hours. I was definitely excited about the challenge, but despite my trying like hell to win -- giving what I thought was the perfect BJ with just the right amount of pressure -- I heard her stud lose control into her mouth just as I was getting my perfect rhythm going and my guy started moaning. My wife tapped me on the shoulder letting me know that her man was done. I took my guy's cock out of my mouth and asked her even though I didn't win, could I at least finish what I started. She shook her head no, got up from her kneeling position to stand above me, and let the cum drip out of her mouth onto my face. She then finally spoke and told me that a deal was a deal. She then walked into the bathroom to get the toilet bowl brush, handed it to me, and told me to start in the toilets downstairs, because she wants to take advantage of the extremely hard cock that I fluffed for her.

While I cleaned the toilets downstairs and the cum started drying on my face while I heard my wife screaming in pleasure upstairs, I couldn't help but thinking about what could have been if I had just been a better cocksucker. I hope she allows me to practice more in the future so that I can maybe win one of these days.....


Last night was the gang bang party for my wife and it went off perfectly (although it was very embarrassing for me, but more on that later.) Yesterday morning my wife advised me that there will be 7 guests at the "party" and that I have my work cut out for me. I was surprised when she said that their would be 7, but then she went on to tell me that there will only be 5 guys, but two of them asked if they could bring their wives because they like to watch their husbands be the bull with someone else's wife. She then handed me a folded up piece of paper which had a list of my activities fo the day as she walked out the door to get her hair done. After she left, I unfolded the paper and saw the following list:

1) Put on your tan pantyhose and then change into a pair of shorts, gym shoes, and polo shirt.
2) Go out to the stores of your choice to pick up the following for the party:
- Appetizers that you will feel proud to serve people who will be fucking your wife for you.
- Ingrediants for Margaritas
- Beer
- A 7 inch black dildo of your choice.

I followed her directions, but since I was worried about seeing any of our friends or neighbors while dressed in my pantyhose, I drove about 20 miles to another town to do the shopping. I went to a small liquor store and luckily was the only person in there so I got away with nothing more than a weird smirk from the guy behind the counter. I then went to an upscale market to pick up some crab for my specialty appetizer (crab cakes) and unfortunately had to stand aroung the deli counter with 4 or 5 women who definitely noticed my outfit. One of them even said, "Did you lose a bet, or do you always wear pantyhose with shorts? I hate to wear them when I'm wearing shorts." I turned red and told her that in fact I DID lose a bet to my wife. She laughed and said that its kind of cute, but she wishes my wife would have made high heels part of the bet (little did she know what I was going to look like in a few hours.) I finally got my crab, picked up other ingrediants, as well as some other snacks and embarrassingly went to the counter and checked out. I then had to go to an adult bookstore and felt like a total dork walking through the dildo aisle dressed like that. I still didn't know what my wife wanted the dildo for, but I grabbed the first black dildo that I could find that didn't look too long (about 6 or 7 inches.) Two other guys were in there by themselves, but other than some strange looks, I got out of there unscathed.

When I got home, my wife was sitting on the couch in her robe looking like she had just had a glamorous makeover like she had on our wedding day. She said she was going to take a catnap and told me to go upstairs, take a shower, put on my black pantyhose, french maid outfit, and black 4 inch pumps, then to please come back downstairs and paint her toe nails while she's sleeping. I love prepping for my wife and I can tell that she truly likes when I get feminized and then pamper her as she mentally gets prepared to take on strange cock. When I came back downstairs, I sat on the couch, resting her legs and feet on my silky pantyhose covered thighs and painted each toe lovingly, blowing on them to help them dry. When I was finished, I gave each of her feet a light massage (not sexually -- just lovingly.) She opened her eyes and said, "I love you my little sissy slut. Are you ready for tonight?" I told her that I have about an hour's worth of work to do in the kitchen, but I should be very prepared before our guests arrive. I asked her where she found the guys for tonight and she said that two of them are guys that she's fucked in the past (and that I've had the pleasure of tasting before) and that another one was a friend of one of them and the other two she found in a local swingers chat room. She also went on to say that three are black and two are white. I then asked what she knew of the two wives that were coming and she said that they are coming with the two black guys and that one is white and one is black. She said that she made it extremely clear to them when she was setting this up that they are welcome to come and watch, but the only chick that is going to be getting any dick tonight was my wife -- they (and their husbands) fully understood and agreed. The conversation that my wife and I had on the couch was an extremely nice and loving one -- not like the normal ones we have when she bosses me around -- I could here it in her tone that she really loves me.

I went into kitchen and began preparing the food while my wife went upstairs to get ready. About an hour later, I was just about done setting everything up when my wife called me into the living room. She looked stunning, in a long green evening gown with very deep cleavage and extremely low cut in the back as well. There were slits up both sides to show off her legs, allowing an occasional look at the top of her tan stockings attached to her garter belt. She also had very sexy silver high heeled sandels that showed off my earlier toe nail work. I told her that she looked beautiful and asked about the dress. She said that she got it earlier in the week and I will see that it was over $1000 when I get my credit card statement. She then went on to say that if I am a good sissy servent for our guests, then she might take me shopping for a matching outift someday - including my own pair of silver high heeled sandels. I kissed her and told her that I will do my best to make her proud. Just then, we heard a car door slam outside and we both got very excited. She quickly said, "By the way -- where is the black cock that I told you to buy?" I told her that it was still in the bag in the kitchen. She ran into kitchen and came back into the living room as the doorbell rang. She took the black dildo and told me to open my mouth wide. She then shoved it in my mouth and said, "Your job is not to talk to any of the guests tonight and to make sure that you won't, I want you to be sucking on this black cock the entire time you're in the presence of any of the guests. When you're in the kitchen by yourself, you can take it out and relax your jaw, but whenever you are serving food or drinks, you will have this in your mouth. Do you understand?" I said "Yes, Mistress." She then said, "Good, now be a good Slutty Cocksucking Maid and go get the door to let in our first guest."

When I opened the door, I saw one of the guys who my wife has fucked a few times. He gave me a dirty look and said, "How ya doin fag? Why your hot wife stays with your wimpy ass, I'll never know." He then went right past me and gave my wife a strong tongue kiss while he grabbed her ass cheeks. She had to remind him that it wasn't just going to be them alone tonight and he needed to wait until everyone got there before he can get too frisky. She said, "just sit down on the couch and allow my sissy husband to get you a drink -- tell him what you'd like." As I was fetching that first drink, I realized that I really like being my wife's support servant and all that mattered was that she was going to have fun tonight.

Within the next 30 minutes, all the guests arrived except the one black guy and his white wife. I settled into my role of passing the appetizers, mixing any drink refills -- all the time continuing to suck on the black dildo. My wife was busy getting to know the guests - taking turns slow dancing with each of them and allowing them to fondle her while doing so. The one wife that had already arrived offered to help me in the kitchen, but my wife overheard her, stopped kissing the guy she was dancing with, and politely told her that it was my job and for her to just sit and enjoy getting served by the "Sissy of the house." Everyone then laughed while the woman whispered to me -- "man, I thought I was weird for wanting to watch my husband fuck a white girl, but you're much more kinkier than I am." I then went into the kitchen by myself to freshen up the drinks (and to relax my jaw for a minute.)

When I brought out the tray and was making sure that everyone was getting what they wanted, the doorbell rang again. I sat the tray down on the coffee table and went to the door, looking through the peephole to see a tall black guy. I opened the door to let in our final guest and his wife, but when I did, I almost spit the cock out of my mouth. Standing next to the black guy was his white wife -- who was someone that I recognized from work. I work for a rather large company so I don't know her name, but she is definitely someone that I've seen quite a bit. She is a lower level person in the shipping department and I am a senior manager in operations. We've been in meetings together and in some of them, I'm sure that I've acted like the typical powerful SOB -- which made me seeing her on our doorstep even more ebarrassing. They both came into the house and she laughed at my outfit saying, "Nice outfit. Why don't you wear that to work for Casual Friday next week?"

After about another 45 minutes of light petting and flirting, my wife wanted to get the party turned into higher gear. She announced that she wanted to start by getting on the floor with all the guys standing around her and take turns sucking their cocks. She had the two wives sit on the couch and had me unzip her dress and help her step out of it. One of the wives asked where she got the dress and she told her the story about how I got excited when she told me that she promised that she would go with me to get one for myself if I was a good sissy servant tonight. She then said that she will allow the wives to tell her at the end of the evening whether I've earned my own dress (and silver sandals) or not. The woman I work with (I now found out her name was Lynn) couldn't stop looking at me and laughing when my wife was saying that.

My wife got on her knees (wearing only her garter belt, stockings, and sandals) and began taking each of the five guys' cocks out of their pants. She was really enjoying herself while she would suck on one while playing with a few others. Each of the guys were enjoying it too -- a couple times high fiving each other as they all got there share of my wife's mouth.

My wife pulled a cock out of her mouth and said, "Hey Sissy Slut - take the dildo out of your mouth and tell me what you'd do if I told you to get over here and help me keep these guys hard." I replied in a soft voice, "I'd come over and help you." She then said, "beg me and I might let you." I proceeded to say, "Please Mistress -- can I help you get the guys ready to fuck you by sucking on their cocks?" Then just to humiliate me in front of everyone she said, "You fucking pervert -- these guys aren't sissies and they didn't come over here to get sucked off by some sissy who likes to get dressed up in a French Maid Outfit and heels -- they came over to give me what I can't get from a sissy like you. Put that dildo back in your mouth -- I promise I'll let you taste their cum later after everyone has left." The thing about my wife is that she always keeps me guessing -- why would she have me suck guys in front of her sometimes and then tell me no way other times.?

Then the real gang bang started, with my wife totally getting into it with each of the guys. She didn't just take turns -- she said that any of them can take any orifice they want as many time as they want. Me and the other two wives just sat there enjoying the show for about the next hour and a half. Sometimes there a couple guys on my wife while other times their was maybe just one while the others were regathering themselves for another round. All-in-all, my wife had cum shot down her throat, in her ass, on her tits, and in her pussy. I think I counted a total of 13 loads shot in that ninety minutes, all the time getting excited about the opportunity I'm going to have later to clean up.

After everyone was kind of spent, my wife thanked the wives for not getting in the way and allowing this evening to be all about her. The black wife said that she got so excied that it was all she could do to keep from playing with herself and made a joke about using our restroom before they leave to rub herself off. My wife then got an idea and asked the guys if they would like to see "all three wives" rub their clits while the guys were getting their clothes on. My wife then told me to go upstairs and get three vibrators out of her "Man Drawer" -- one for me and one each for my two new girlfriends. When I came down the stairs carrying three vibrators while still sucking on the black dildo, Lynn took out her cellphone and took a picture of me, saying that if she ever sees me treating people at work without repsect, she will make sure that a copy finds its way into the company cafeteria. After getting over the shock of knowing that everyone at work may someday know my Sissy secret, all I could think about was vibrating myself to climax while wearing my slutty French Maid Outfit, black pantyhose, and four inch pumps in front of everyone that just fucked my wife. My wife had all three of us lay on our backs on the carpet and use the vibrators on ourselves without taking our clothes off. While laying there looking up at everyone as they were getting dressed, I realized that my wife really loves me. She knows that I love to come in my uniform and she didn't want me to have to wait till later. All three of us finally came, with my cum seeping through my sheer to the waist pantyhose. My wife spoke and "allowed" me to wipe the cum off myself and eat it in front of our guests. I then thanked my wife and thanked everyone else for coming to our party to help make my wife happy. When everyone was leaving, Lynn gave my wife a hug and told her that I definitely earned my own green evening gown and silver sandals. She then made my wife promise that she will send me to work with a picture of me in my outfit to give to her after we get it.

When they all left, my wife said perhaps the nicest thing she possibly could have when she said, "Forget about cleaning up downstairs until tomorrow. Why don't you come upstairs with me and focus on cleaning up after our guests with your tongue tonight. You can then sleep in your maid outfit tonight, clean up the downstairs tomorrow and then we can go to the mall to get you your reward."

Honey -- I love you.


The brand that she buys me most often is No-Nonsense Almost Bare with built-in Lace Panty -- usually in midnight black. These were the ones I was wearing yesterday under my suit at work when I got a call from my wife that she is going to come by before lunch to say hi. She hasn't done this in almost a year, so I was a little surprised, but at the same time, I figured that it will be nice to take her out to lunch.

About ten till noon, my secretary buzzed and said that Lynn from the Shipping Department has some papers for me to sign and is waiting just outside my office. When I told my secretary that she can drop the papers with her and I'll sign them later, my secretary let me know that Lynn specifically told her that she needs to get them signed right now. When I came out of my office to sign them, Lynn smiled and handed me a folder saying, "May I please have your autograph on these?" I took the folder from her and opened it, but instead of shipping invoices, there were two separate photos of me -- one in my new green evening gown and one in my french maid outfit. I know that she saw me in my french maid outfit, but the only person that has seen me in my evening gown getup is my lovely wife -- and only the one time that we both got dressed in the same outfit and shared a young stud.

I kept my composure and since my secretary still hadn't seen what was in the folder, I scribbled my name on them just as if I was signing typical reports. My secretary asked Lynn why she wouldn't just let her use my stamp on such routine paperwork; and all Lynn said was that these items needed my special attention -- and that direction was straight from the Boss. My secretary looked quizingly, but I knew exactly what Lynn meant. Just then my wife showed up in the doorway giving me a big hug and saying "Hi honey -- I got lonely today and came by to see if my favorite high powered executive will buy his little lady some lunch." She then exchanged pleasantries with my secretary and then looked at Lynn, extending her hand and "introducing" herself. Lynn told her that she works in Shipping and that she just stopped by to get my signatures on some important paperwork. My wife, then acting very innocent, asked if she can see the important papers that "a man of my husband's stature" needs to sign. When Lynn handed the folder to my wife, she opened it, looked at me and said, "I'm so proud of you for getting that graduate degree -- these seem very important and to think that a lot of the company's future is in your hands."

All the time this charade was playing out, my secretary was none the wiser of the obvious game that Lynn and my wife were playing. My only hope was that we could get out of there before they give her a clue of what's going on. I then grabbed the folder from my wife and said, "Honey, are you ready for a nice lunch?" She said, "Yes, but we shouldn't be so rude -- why don't we invite both of these women too?" My secretary said that she appreciated the offer, but she had plans to meet her mother for lunch. Lynn said, "Sure -- I'm game. Should we leave the paperwork with your secretary to file, or do you want to review the specifics during lunch even though you've already signed?" I obviously said that maybe I need to double check a couple of things in there afterall.

We all three walked toward my wife's car, with both woman giggling and trying to pull up my pants leg to show off my black pantyhose. My wife drove and when we finally got to the restaurant, we all three walked in together and I told the hostess that we need a table for three. While we were waiting, Lynn's husband walked in the restaurant and gave both my wife and Lynn big kisses on the lips. All three got to talking and when the hostess came to tell me that our table was ready, my wife jumped in and said, "He's not with us -- he just drove my friend and I here to meet my boyfriend." If you have a space at the bar, he can sit there.

All through lunch, while sitting at the bar by myself, I kept looking over to the booth where they were and saw them carrying on like three close friends. They had my photos laid out on the table laughing at me -- all the time both women rubbing a thigh of Lynn's husband. I ate my chopped salad while being both aroused and pissed off at myself for falling for another one of my wife's games. When they got up from the table, they all walked by the bar where I was sitting by myself. Lynn dropped the folder by my plate and my wife -- holding Lynn's husband's hand whispered in my ear, "Thanks for buying your little lady -- and the couple that she's going to spend the afternoon fucking -- some lunch" as she dropped their bill on my plate.

I looked inside the folder and all that was in there was a note from Lynn saying, "Thanks for the autograph. I wonder how much I can get for these on Ebay."

I paid both their bill and mine, and then asked the hostess to call me a cab so that I could get back to the office.

The brand that she buys me most often is No-Nonsense Almost Bare with built-in Lace Panty -- usually in midnight black. These were the ones I was wearing yesterday under my suit at work when I got a call from my wife that she is going to come by before lunch to say hi. She hasn't done this in almost a year, so I was a little surprised, but at the same time, I figured that it will be nice to take her out to lunch.

About ten till noon, my secretary buzzed and said that Lynn from the Shipping Department has some papers for me to sign and is waiting just outside my office. When I told my secretary that she can drop the papers with her and I'll sign them later, my secretary let me know that Lynn specifically told her that she needs to get them signed right now. When I came out of my office to sign them, Lynn smiled and handed me a folder saying, "May I please have your autograph on these?" I took the folder from her and opened it, but instead of shipping invoices, there were two separate photos of me -- one in my new green evening gown and one in my french maid outfit. I know that she saw me in my french maid outfit, but the only person that has seen me in my evening gown getup is my lovely wife -- and only the one time that we both got dressed in the same outfit and shared a young stud.

I kept my composure and since my secretary still hadn't seen what was in the folder, I scribbled my name on them just as if I was signing typical reports. My secretary asked Lynn why she wouldn't just let her use my stamp on such routine paperwork; and all Lynn said was that these items needed my special attention -- and that direction was straight from the Boss. My secretary looked quizingly, but I knew exactly what Lynn meant. Just then my wife showed up in the doorway giving me a big hug and saying "Hi honey -- I got lonely today and came by to see if my favorite high powered executive will buy his little lady some lunch." She then exchanged pleasantries with my secretary and then looked at Lynn, extending her hand and "introducing" herself. Lynn told her that she works in Shipping and that she just stopped by to get my signatures on some important paperwork. My wife, then acting very innocent, asked if she can see the important papers that "a man of my husband's stature" needs to sign. When Lynn handed the folder to my wife, she opened it, looked at me and said, "I'm so proud of you for getting that graduate degree -- these seem very important and to think that a lot of the company's future is in your hands."

All the time this charade was playing out, my secretary was none the wiser of the obvious game that Lynn and my wife were playing. My only hope was that we could get out of there before they give her a clue of what's going on. I then grabbed the folder from my wife and said, "Honey, are you ready for a nice lunch?" She said, "Yes, but we shouldn't be so rude -- why don't we invite both of these women too?" My secretary said that she appreciated the offer, but she had plans to meet her mother for lunch. Lynn said, "Sure -- I'm game. Should we leave the paperwork with your secretary to file, or do you want to review the specifics during lunch even though you've already signed?" I obviously said that maybe I need to double check a couple of things in there afterall.

We all three walked toward my wife's car, with both woman giggling and trying to pull up my pants leg to show off my black pantyhose. My wife drove and when we finally got to the restaurant, we all three walked in together and I told the hostess that we need a table for three. While we were waiting, Lynn's husband walked in the restaurant and gave both my wife and Lynn big kisses on the lips. All three got to talking and when the hostess came to tell me that our table was ready, my wife jumped in and said, "He's not with us -- he just drove my friend and I here to meet my boyfriend." If you have a space at the bar, he can sit there.

All through lunch, while sitting at the bar by myself, I kept looking over to the booth where they were and saw them carrying on like three close friends. They had my photos laid out on the table laughing at me -- all the time both women rubbing a thigh of Lynn's husband. I ate my chopped salad while being both aroused and pissed off at myself for falling for another one of my wife's games. When they got up from the table, they all walked by the bar where I was sitting by myself. Lynn dropped the folder by my plate and my wife -- holding Lynn's husband's hand whispered in my ear, "Thanks for buying your little lady -- and the couple that she's going to spend the afternoon fucking -- some lunch" as she dropped their bill on my plate.

I looked inside the folder and all that was in there was a note from Lynn saying, "Thanks for the autograph. I wonder how much I can get for these on Ebay."

I paid both their bill and mine, and then asked the hostess to call me a cab so that I could get back to the office.

This past weekend, my wife advised me that if I ever want to play Sissy French Maid Cuckold again, that I would have to wear my pantyhose and high heels the entire weekend. I got excited and spent most of Saturday cleaning the house and feeling very feminine while doing so in a pink french maid outfit. However, I thought she meant just when we were at home -- when I came downstairs on Saturday evening dressed in my sportcoat and slacks with my dress shoes to take her to dinner in the city, she reminded me of her ultimatum. I hemmed and hawed, and to her credit she didn't get mad, she just said matter of factly, "I know there is nothing more than you'd rather do than to get dressed up and help me fuck other men. I love you for that. However, if you don't march right upstairs and put your black pantyhose and black high heel pumps on underneath your pants before we go to dinner, I will have no problem finding another sissy slut to clean up after my fuck buddies. You're lucky I didn't say that you had to wear one of your frilly french maid outfits and that I'm allowing you to just wear pantyhose and heels under your fake masculine clothes in public. It's totally your call and I promise I won't be upset with you regardless of what you decide."

Obviously, I reluctantly went upstairs and changed into the required outfit. I'm not sure if I was more humiliated or more turned on during the entire dinner that night when so many different couples were pointing at me and laughing amongst themselves. My wife added to the humiliation when she asked the waitress if she noticed "my husband's" shoes. The waitress told my wife how lucky she was in finding a husband that likes to wear feminine clothes. She then went on to say, are you guys going to go shopping together tonight after dinner?" My wife replied, "No -- he has to get home to clean the toilets tonight. Our shopping trip is planned for tomorrow."

How embarrassing....


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