Erotic Story: Favourite morning
Erotic story

Erotic Story: Favourite morning

By Yentl, 31.10.2024

Friday morning is my favourite morning. That’s the morning I clean for my favourite household. Not necessarily because their house is so beautiful, which it is, but mainly because of the couple living there. Attractive, mid-thirties, and mostly wild. Search the encyclopedia for a couple radiating sex and you’ll find their photo. I’ve been cleaning their house for almost two years now, and ever since I saw him passionately kissing his wife before leaving the house a few months ago, I’m hooked. 

Now, every Friday morning I hope they are home when I get there, which I don’t do when I enter other houses. But those two, they have something. They are usually at work, or she is home alone. If so, we chat and sometimes we even flirt a little. But whenever he’s home too, it’s as if our boundaries slowly fade away. I can’t count on one hand the times he’s walked naked across the landing while I was cleaning upstairs. The tension has built up some, and that’s actually an understatement. Last week, they were both home, and he ended up sending me home early because he wanted to be alone with his wife. My mind was filled with the hottest images of those two that whole afternoon. I was so bummed out about having to leave, having to go home, that I didn’t get to stay, that I didn’t get to watch.

Deep down in my stomach it starts to tingle as I walk up their driveway. The street is quiet, everyone seems to be off to work and, sadly, there’s only one car in the driveway. I do my best not to give into the slight disappointment. I come here to clean, nothing more, nothing less. This is a job for me. No outing. ‘Hellooo,’ I call out loudly through the hall when I step into the front door. There is no reply. Maybe one of them took their bike? When I pass the stairs, I pause. I hold my breath and it seems as if everything around me falls silent to make my ears focus. I put my hand around the edge of the banister and try to hear better. Upstairs, from their bedroom, which is clearly not closed, I hear playful sounds. My mouth instantly dries from the tension and I swallow hard. I quietly put my bag on the floor and carefully walk up the first few steps of the stairs. I don’t know what my plan is, but I feel a strong need to hear this better. To get closer.

Halfway up the stairs I’m sure, they’re having sex. Wild sex. I hear him moaning, growling and I recognize the sound of two bodies thumping. I pause for a moment, I should go downstairs, act like nothing’s going on, like I didn’t hear anything and just start cleaning there. My mind knows this, but my body refuses. I carefully go further up the stairs. My heart beats faster when I hear her start to wail. Fuck, it’s so hot to hear begging. Even if you are not part of it yourself. ‘Yes, please, do it,’ I hear her say breathlessly. I stop at the top of the stairs. I have no idea what I’m doing and I start to panic. If they see me, then they’re not the ones who got caught in the act. This is dangerous, maybe too dangerous. This could cost me my job. But what if this is the start of something else? The bedroom door is ajar, and it doesn’t take too much effort to look in. 

I see skin, warm, sweaty skin, two bodies that are effortlessly attuned to each other. His hands slide over her body as she lies sprawled on her back, her legs apart wide enough for me to see her heat from the door. He admires her, scratches adorn his back. They’re red, fresh. His blond hair is tousled, falling over his face as he bends over. The red colour of her breasts reveals that he’s just had his way with them. My throat is bone dry and my body stiffens, I am far too scared to make a sound. Her nipples protrude like fiery buds and I never noticed before that she has such beautiful breasts. It takes effort to control my body. I would love to touch them.

I startle when he slaps the inside of her thigh hard with his flat hand and I automatically cover my mouth. Fuck. Two sets of eyes look straight at me. I can’t move. My blood is boiling inside and my breath is stuck in my throat. He turns to me as she lifts herself up slightly on her elbows. His hard-on glistens with her fluids and the sight ignites a hot fire in my abdomen. I want them. Both. He looks at her for a moment, she seems to give a gentle nod, and then he looks at me and gestures with his head for me to come closer. I carefully push the door open further. I should be saying something along the lines of ‘sorry for peeking’, but I don’t say anything. She sits up and slides her ass towards the edge of the bed. He confidently reaches out his hand to me. 

‘It was rude of me to send you away last week.’ His gaze is intense, his blue eyes seem to burn straight through me. I look at her briefly, I see something loving in her gaze that immediately puts me at ease. I put my hand in his and let him pull me to the edge of the bed. Without saying anything, they start undressing me. I sigh loudly with arousal, their fingertips caressing my skin feeling even better than in my fantasies. 

My pants come off, falling somewhere around my ankles while her soft lips caress my groin. I throw my head back in excitement as he stands behind me and unbuttons my blouse. The fabric softly caresses my skin and eventually falls to the floor. His hands fill with my breasts and I feel him kissing my neck. It seems like they want to touch me just as much as I want be touched by them. My nipples sting as my bra rubs them before it’s thrown across the room. I moan with excitement and when her fingertips curl around the edge of my panties, I don’t know where to look. She looks up, a mischievous look in her eyes, sucks her lower lip between her teeth and pulls my panties down my skin.

My heart is racing, I am naked. ‘He can really do delicious things with his tongue, do you want to feel it?’ She sits further back on the bed and strokes the sheets next to her. I nod gently and let him push me onto the bed. I lie on my back next to her. Her brown eyes study my body. She smiles playfully again and brings her lips to my ear. 

‘Just enjoy it,’ she whispers. I feel him push my legs as far apart as possible, place his hands under my buttocks and pull my most sensitive spot towards his face. His breath is warm against my sensitive skin and I moan loudly as his wet, firm tongue slides through my folds for the first time. She grins proudly, leans over me and, with the same intensity, starts to lick and suck my nipple. Oh yes, Friday morning is definitely my favourite morning.

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