Julie started cleaning for us a few months ago. She’s young, energetic, and efficient, coming in once a fortnight to clean. Since my other half retired to pursue hobbies and the arts, I’ve been running the business from my home office. As a result, Julie’s visits have become a quiet yet steady presence in the rhythm of my days. It’s not just the cleaning she brings, but also a sense of order and calm.

She is in her late twenties, petite, with a natural elegance that needs no enhancement. Her long, mousy blonde hair flows past her shoulders, often tied back in a simple ponytail that frames her delicate features. Her most striking trait is her eyes, a vivid green, clear, and vibrant, as if they hold the freshness of a spring morning. Her figure is petite yet balanced, her pert little breasts perfectly complementing her slender frame. She often wears outdoor running clothes, tight-fitting sports leggings that accentuate every curve from her hips downwards.

One day, Julie arrived earlier than usual, just in time to catch Carol on her way out. Carol, ever focused, was heading off to an exhibition or some other event. Their exchange at the door was brief, a polite greeting and a smile, before Carol disappeared down the drive, leaving Julie to step inside.

As for me, I followed my usual routine, retreating upstairs to the office while Julie got on with her work. The familiar hum of the vacuum and the occasional clatter of leftover dishes echoed faintly through the house.

About an hour after she started, there was a soft knock at my door. I glanced up just as Julie eased it open, poking her head around the corner. Her eyes met mine, bright and warm, with a hint of something playful behind her apologetic smile.

“Sorry to bother you,” she said, her tone light but deliberate.

“Did you want the bedding changed this week? Carol mentioned she hadn’t had time to do it and told me to leave it.”

"Err, yes, sure, go ahead," I replied, taking my eyes off her camel toe for a while.

"Can you give me a hand then please? If it is no bother," she remarked, throwing a puppy dog pout back as she turned to go to our bedroom.

I had a couple of hours to spare until my next meeting, so I followed her to our bedroom. Together, we pulled down the quilt cover, an unspoken rhythm to the task that felt oddly intimate. I started undoing the zipper at one end, my hands a little shaky, when I caught her gaze. Her lips curved into the faintest smile, one that danced precariously between playful and mischievous. Then it came the look. The one every man recognises instantly, instinctively. Her eyes widened just enough to draw attention, the glimmer within them sparkling like green embers, teasing and alive.

"I've seen the way you sneak a look at me," she said, her voice soft yet laced with unmistakable confidence. She walked slowly around the bed to my side, her steps unhurried and deliberate.

"I can tell when a couple isn't..." She paused, her eyes darting down to the bed before meeting mine again. Her tone dropped slightly, more intimate now.

"Too clean. Too neat. I know the signs." Her words hung in the air, charged and disarming.

"My old man hasn’t touched me in a long time. I’m sure he’s off with someone else," she whispered, shrugging her shoulders lightly.

"I think it's all healed up, virgin-like… what do you say to us?" looking me directly in the eye again with that irresistible little pout.

Her finger traced its way down my body, stopping only when it reached the unmistakable bulge of a hardening cock now straining against my trousers.

Her directness caught me completely off guard, her words striking like a bolt of electricity. She closed the distance between us, her eyes locked on mine, her lips parted in a subtle, provocative challenge. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing in her demeanour. Before I could form a response, she leaned in, her arms sliding around my neck with effortless grace.

The warmth of her body pressed against mine, her scent, a mix of faint lavender and something distinctly her flooded my senses. My breath caught, suspended in the charged moment. With the confidence of someone entirely certain of her effect, she tilted her head and placed a quick, wet kiss on my cheek.

“I won’t tell if you don’t. Promise,” she whispered, her voice low and velvety, she reached up to give me a genital kiss.

It lingered, just enough to send my pulse surging, her lips brushing my cheek like the promise of something forbidden yet irresistible. She pulled back, just slightly, her gaze unwavering, the glint in her vivid green eyes daring me to make the next move.

It wasn’t the kiss itself that left me breathless; it was everything surrounding it: the subtle, intoxicating scent of her natural femininity, the softness of her skin brushing lightly against mine, and the way her lips had lingered just a fraction too long to be entirely innocent. Every detail seemed heightened, magnified, demanding my attention, and testing the limits of my resolve.

Her eyes held mine, steady and full of intent. A teasing smile played at the corners of her mouth, delicate, yet deliberate, as if daring me to close the distance between us.

“See?” she murmured, her voice low, intimate, each word like a caress.

“All work doesn’t have to mean no play," she purred, her voice dripping with mischief as a sly smile danced across her lips, followed by a soft, teasing giggle.

The words lingered in the air, soft yet undeniable, their meaning clear. Her intentions were no longer a mystery, the challenge unmistakable.

“If you had the chance…” she began again, her voice trailing off mid-sentence, the unspoken remainder left hanging in the space between us. It was deliberate, leaving the decision and consequences entirely in my hands.

Her eyes locked onto mine, full of intent, holding me captive. A teasing smile curled at the corners of her mouth, soft, deliberate, and entirely provocative, as if daring me to close the gap between us.

Julie didn’t need to say more. Before the last syllable had even faded, I reached for her, my hands finding her waist with a certainty that left no room for doubt. I pulled her close, my grip firm, the movement charged with purpose. My chest tightened, every nerve alive with the unmistakable pull of desire, the space between us dissolving in an instant.

Her breath caught, a soft hitch in the silence, her body tensing for a fleeting moment, a heartbeat’s hesitation, as though she were testing the waters of the very invitation she had extended. But her eyes… her eyes told me everything. They burned with unspoken promises, the vivid green alive with anticipation, daring me to continue what we had started.

She let my hands linger, trailing along her sides before drifting lower, tracing the waistband of her joggers. They sat low on her hips, and as I curled my fingers beneath the elastic, she exhaled, a soft, shuddering sigh, her body yielding to my touch. With a slow, deliberate tug, I began to slide them down, feeling the fabric give way, peeling them from her legs. The smooth line of her thighs emerged, the heat of her skin igniting something deeper, something primal.

She stepped out of them, her breath uneven now, standing before me in nothing but her sports bra and the whisper-thin fabric of her underwear. Her eyes met mine, dark, daring, a silent challenge. And in that moment, she was art, temptation itself, waiting, wanting, ready. Throwing herself back onto the bed, she spread her legs wide.

"Hungry", she said, parting her pussy lips and stroking her clit, looking at me as if to say, eat me.

Quickly disregarding my own clothes, my cock was now hard and making its presence known to Julie, who just looked at it wide-eyed.  

I knelt alongside her, my hands roaming freely, exploring the gentle curves of her hips before trailing lower. My fingertips brushed against the warm, slick wetness of her pussy, her arousal unmistakable and electrifying. Julie reached out, taking hold of my hard erect cock, holding it while gently rubbing every time I slid a finger inside her, slow and deliberately. Then came a second, and finally a third, each one stretching her just enough to make her moan softly, her voice filled with raw delight. Her body responded eagerly, her wetness coating my fingers as I worked her with rhythmic precision, stroking her gently in a circular motion till finding her hard clit. The intoxicating scent of her pussy filled the air, feeding my own desire, my cock throbbing with anticipation against her soft hand.

I lay down betide her and pressed my lips to her inner thighs, nibbling and savouring the taste of her wet pussy. Her body quivered beneath me as my tongue slithered around her clit, licking her juices as her pussy squeezed and pulsed under my mouth, Julie’s moans spurred me on as I fully immersed myself in the pleasure of exploring her inner parts. Slightly turning on me, she put her wet lips around my hard cock, taking it almost into the hilt. The slumping noises she made drove me to the edge of insanity.  

With my nerves slightly on edge, expecting Carol to walk in, every sense heightened; I turned around, meeting her gaze with a hunger that matched hers. Wordlessly, we shed our clothes, falling away to leave us bare, skin against skin, the heat of her body pressing into mine on the bed I shared with my wife. There was no hesitation, no regret, only the raw intensity of the moment.

Julie’s slightly sat up, legs apart, inviting me to get between them; as I bent down to kiss that honey pot, she pulled me up onto her.

"We can do that later. Now that you’ve lit the fire, you’d better stoke it," she commanded, her voice trembling on the edge of want and desperation, a raw urgency threading through every word.

Her hand slid down between us, her fingers wrapping around my throbbing erection, her grip firm yet teasing as she guided me toward her. She tilted her head back slightly, her lips parting in an unspoken invitation, her eyes locked onto mine.

Without breaking that gaze, she drew me in closer to her pussy, guiding the tip to her warm, waiting lips, playing it like a vibrator against her clit. Her movements were slow and deliberate. She was so irresistibly wet that she enveloped me completely in one smooth, effortless motion, drawing me sweetly into her warm, tempting honey pot. The heat and wetness of her body sending a jolt of pleasure through my entire body. I wanted her, I wanted her so badly that nothing else mattered now, no rules, no guilt, only the unbearable need to fuck her. She let out a gasp as I pushed hard against her pussy, our groins meeting and grinding together, Julie's breath quickened as my rhythm intensified. our lips meeting in a deep, all-consuming kiss that silenced everything but the fire between us. Her body pressed against mine, soft and eager.

Every nerve in my body burned with a slow, simmering excitement as I withdrew and slid into her again, the movement deliberate, electric. She arched into me, her breath hitching, her desire matching mine in intensity.

For a moment, we paused, her face turned slightly away, a look of pleasure, of loving, of not caring etched across her features. Every emotion was laid bare, raw, and undeniable, all at once. Her eyes, wide and glistening with tears, filled with both need and surrender, spoke louder than words ever could.

Her tight, wet heat surrounded me completely, pulling me deeper with every thrust until I was fully buried inside her. Julie moaned softly, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her body welcomed me, her hips instinctively meeting mine with a rhythm that felt effortless, perfect. Her breathless growls urged me on, filling me with a primal intent to please, to give her everything she wanted.

She wrapped her legs tightly around my back, slowing my movements just enough to savour the tension, the sensation of my cock swelling within her. "Not yet," Julie panted, her voice thick with longing. "More. Deeper," she cried, her words driving me further as she relaxed into me, surrendering to the moment with every shudder of her body.

I took my queue, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and the other pinning her hands down; Julie was helpless, allowing me to fuck her to orgasm. She growled and screamed into my shoulder, biting down on her lip and her whole body trembling as the first. Another followed while my pulsing cock reached that point of no return, Years of saved-up passion and juice shooting into her, only making her curl up tighter into me. Her nails dug into my scalp, her entire being surrendering to the release together. I stayed with her, letting her ride the pleasure until she finally collapsed back, her body trembling and spent, tangled in the dishevelled sheets of the now utterly destroyed bed., her chest rising and falling in breathless satisfaction.

As I stepped out of the shower, water still trailing down my body, I couldn’t help but watch her. Julie was curled up peacefully in a foetal position, her body glowing with the aftermath of our passion. The sight of her, so serene and vulnerable, stirred something deep within me. I walked over and sat briefly beside her, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

She looked up at me and mouthed, “Thank you.” I leaned down to press a soft kiss on her forehead,

"No, thank you", I said with a smile.

She stirred slightly, a faint grin gracing her lips. I couldn't help but linger for a moment, absorbing the quiet intimacy of it all; we just looked into each other's eyes.

"Any regrets?" she asked,

"None," I replied. "None whatsoever." 

“Don't be a stranger," I whispered. She looked up, a tear in her eye.

"You’d better get back to work; you need to make sure I don’t lose my job," she whispered.

Sadly, I did. About an hour later, I heard her call out, "I’m off now, all done," and then the door closed behind her.

Later that night, while lying in bed, Carol told me about her day. I wasn’t going to mention mine. Instead, I lay there, my thoughts drifting back to what had happened earlier in this very bed. It wasn’t the first session, just a prelude to others yet to come.

Eventually, I must have dozed off, content with the memory of what had unfolded that day.

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This was never going to be his first and last. Julie did get rid of her other half. He was seeing another woman. Funny, though, after Julie got shot him, his ex broke up with his piece, and Julie would not have him back. We don't rely on Carol going out so much now. I know a lovely little Divorced lady who is happy to have her cake and eat it.