Housekeeping Services.

When a wife lets a cleaning service do everything.

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Shannon's delegated housework.

Mais Oui! Reminder & Special Offer,

The text confirmation came from the tri-lingual local
housecleaning company. The English translation reads; ' Yes, Indeed!' the
Toronto metro cleaning service is confirming the resident's weekly request.

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, Ron Thorton; 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. The couple had just
become empty-nesters. She was finally able to do more with her bridge club and
the ladies at their country club.

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. Increasingly, sex seemed like a chore to her.
This would be a win/win!

With a sly smile Shannon Thorton clicked on the link, adding
Ball Emptying to the list of subscriptions. Clicking her response, generated
the following;

Confirmed: the following crew members will arrive at the
scheduled hour. They include:

Ana, Marisol, Myra, and Paola.

Paola's New Job.

Paola recently joined the company. She hoped this more
discrete and curated client base would be safer than what her cousins had been
risking, in their escort venture; marketed toward traveling businessmen.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Paola bravely resolved.

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?" his wife,
Shannon; said with a wink to sweet young Paola..

"Yes, Mrs. 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
upstairs, 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. His wife got up to get a glass of
wine, then return to read a magazine and observe.

Gringos really liked her Paola. They commented on her
doll-like proportions and her wild, dark hair. She was slimmer than most
Latinas, and though her tits were also modest, they were soft and jiggly when
she wore the loose stretch-lace 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,
then 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, letting her pastel blue yoga pants entertain him; 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, I don't think so?"

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

"Tell him about it," Shannon said, sitting on the
sofa, just across the room.

"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 slip
off his pants.

"And those," Paola said, indicating his boxer
briefs. 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 with her face just inches away.

The man groaned when the warm plush washcloth stroked his
cock, then even more deeply when Paola used it to wet his balls. She bathed him
with strokes, starting at his ball sack and along the full length of his thick
and turgid shaft, across every bulging vein. A moment later, she lifted his phallus
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 tits.

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
completely unbuttoned her pastel blue uniform top. "Touch me through my
bra."

Ron's hand found Paola's tit at the same time that her mouth
found his cock. Eager hands tugging at her softness through the lacy stretch
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 fondling 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 another magazine and