0 comments/ 92044 views/ 2 favorites Housekeeper By: Patrick When I moved into this house five years ago after a particularly messy divorce, I took on Mrs. Wilkins as a part time house keeper, she came in two days a week to clean and tidy and do some of the larger washing. The arrangement worked well, even when my company changed its method of working so that instead of all of us turning up at the office every day we were all given home computers linked in to the office so we could work from home! they reckoned it was more efficient, but what it meant to me was that I no longer got to see any of my work colleagues except for the two days a month when we had conferences, so my social life dwindled away to almost nothing!! I set up the den as my work room and it was the only room that Mrs. Wilkins was not allowed into ( some obscure company security reason! ), so I cleaned that myself. It was quite a shock then , a few weeks ago, when Mrs. Wilkins announced that as her husband was retiring, she had decided to retire too, so that they could go travelling and enjoy time together, then she almost begged me to take on her daughter Josie in her place as she had only just got married and they really needed the extra income to work up a deposit for a house. Having been through that sort of struggle myself I was only too sympathetic, so I agreed! - little did I know what was in store!! When Mrs. Wilkins brought Josie along on her final day to show her the ropes, I met her for the first time, she was 23, quite tall with long black hair down to her shoulders, quite pretty, with a bubbling personality, and I thought she'd fit in fine. She thanked me to the point of embarrassment for giving her this opportunity, and I quickly left them to it and disappeared into my den. Throughout the afternoon I heard their voices and the occasional burst of laughter from Josie, and it seemed to brighten the place considerably, and a couple of times I found myself smiling, there was something about her that was definitely likeable, but I couldn't put my finger on what it was, but I found her in my mind quite a bit in the following days. As I said, that was Mrs. Wilkins' final day, so the next week Josie turned up alone. I heard her let herself in , but was quite busy on the computer so didn't see her for a while, but when I decided it was break time I wandered out to the kitchen and found her just making a coffee, and I stopped dead in shock! this definitely wasn't the Josie that had turned up with her mother last week! she was wearing tight shorts and a tight top, and unless I was going blind in my old age - I was now pushing 42, she wasn't wearing a bra! and she looked stunning!! she had those legs that seemed to go on for ever, a tight ass, and high, firm, and quite large breasts! I guess I must have gasped or something, as she jerked around, "Oh, Mr Davis, you surprised me, can I get you a coffee? how do you like it?" I mumbled my order and slumped at the table, desperate to put something between her and me that would hide the effect she was having - I had suddenly gained an enormous erection!! She made the coffee and sat opposite me talking brightly of things I no longer remember! I found my concentration hard to maintain with those gorgeous breasts so close! but I do remember her murmuring how sorry she was about my divorce, and I really should get out and about more - I guess Mrs. Wilkins had filled her in on my life as that was what she'd been saying to me for at least the last three years!! Finally she jumped up -and I almost groaned as her breasts jumped even more!! and said it was time to get back to work, and hurried out. I sat there for a little while longer, until I was sure my cock had gone down and then headed back to my den. I tried hard to concentrate on my work, but to no avail, my mind kept drifting back to those long legs, that tight ass and those horny tits!! and I was hard all over again!! now I knew that Mrs. Wilkins was right! it really was time I went out and found myself a woman!! but right now, I had to do something about this uncomfortable situation! so I unzipped my pants and drew out my swollen cock and began to stroke it! all the time seeing Josie's hot body in my mind! obviously Mrs. Wilkins had failed to tell Josie that the den was out of bounds!, and I was so engrossed in my little fantasy that I didn't hear the door opening, it was only the loud gasp that alerted me to the fact that I was no longer alone!! I opened my eyes and found myself staring straight at Josie who seemed to be frozen mid way between the door and my work station with a tall glass of iced juice in each hand! and the reason she was frozen was quite clear! she was staring wide eyed at my rampant cock and the hand now equally frozen around it!! She gulped, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I thought you might need a cool drink!" she stammered, and with a jerk, her body seemed to break free and she staggered forward to place both drinks on the desk top, but all the time her eyes were locked on my stiff and swollen cock!! and to my surprise, having put the drinks down, she made no attempt to move away! I was still frozen! unable to move, unable to speak! then I saw a shiver run through her, and her tongue came out and brushed across her lips, and almost as if in a daze, she dropped to her knees directly in front of me and reached out to take my hand from my cock and replace it with her own!!, "Mmmmm, so beautiful" she whispered, as if speaking to herself, then to my absolute amazement she leaned forward and started to run her tongue up and down my cock!! it had softened slightly with the shock of discovery, but it very quickly became rock hard again as her lips and tongue began to explore it from tip to base and back again, and then with a deep groan she plunged her mouth down onto its length, taking the whole of it deep into her throat!! My mind might have been in a state of shock, but my body wasn't! it was reacting, thrusting upwards, fucking my cock into her seemingly eager mouth! she had one hand cupping and fondling my balls and the other lightly stroking that part of my cock that wasn't buried in her mouth, and she was sucking like crazy!! and having been deprived of a woman's touch for so long, there wasn't any chance at all that I wasn't going to blow! and real quick!! and I did!! and again I was surprised when she made no move to take my cock from her mouth when she realized I was about to come! in fact she sucked even harder! and I shot my load deep into her throat!! and she sucked it and swallowed it and sucked it some more until every last drop of cum was extracted from my shuddering cock! finally she let my rapidly softening cock to slip from her mouth and looked up at me with the hottest smile I'd seen in a long, long time, "Mmmm, that was nice! so much better than your hand, don't you think?" then she rose to her feet, leaned down and briefly pressed her lips against mine - enough for me to taste my own cum juice in her mouth! - and turned and walked out! closing the door firmly behind her!! I was left a total mess!! guilt, embarrassment, ecstasy, lethargy and a lingering horniness all fighting to possess my mind and body! and I was still sitting slumped in my chair looking vacantly into space when I heard her leave! Needless to say I was in no condition to do any work for the rest of the day, so I wandered out and took a shower, groaning as my cock snapped back to full attention every time my mind wandered to Josie, I knew I'd never be able to face her again! and I was sure that I'd soon get a call advising that she wouldn't be continuing! maybe even a visit from a very angry new husband!! but as the days went by, there was no call and no visit, and I tried - without much success - to put it out of my mind. I knew I was being totally cowardly, but when the first day came for her to come and clean the following week I arranged to go into the office for my BI-monthly meeting, so I was away from the house all day. As soon as I arrived home, I knew she'd been, I could detect the faint aroma of her perfume, and when I went into my office it was to find it tidier that it had ever been before, so I knew she'd been back to the scene of the crime!! she was due again the following day and I knew I couldn't simply disappear a second time, I had to face the music! I decided to get it out of the way straight away instead of hiding in my den, so I was in the kitchen preparing coffee when she arrived. I might have been feeling awkward, but she didn't seem to be feeling that at all! she gave me a bright smile and a greeting, "Isn't it a fantastic day, I do love the sunshine, is that coffee you're making,? Can I join you?", and she plonked herself down at the table! I could only stare! she was wearing an almost identical outfit to the one she'd worn the week before!, a different colour combination, but the same outfit, tight shorts a tight top and no bra!! and I found myself reacting the same way again!! I answered her question with some inconsequential comment about the weather and got out a second cup for her, and all the time my eyes kept on sliding over to look at her incredible breasts!, finally, coffee made I sat at the table opposite her, and felt my face flush, "Look" I mumbled, "I'm really sorry about what happened last time" a strange grin came to her face, "I should take offence at that! didn't you enjoy it?, wasn't it good?" she said, I stammered even more, my face going a bright purple, "Of course!, I didn't meant that, I meant!" I groaned and put my head in my hands! she reached over and pulled my hands from my face and grinned, "You mean you're sorry I caught you playing with yourself, but you enjoyed what happened afterwards! right?" she said, "You don't need to be sorry, I thought it was beautiful, you were thinking of me at the time weren't you?", "oh yes!! I couldn't get you out of my mind!!" I gasped, "Why" she asked teasingly, "Because you're beautiful and sexy!!" I blurted out. She leaned across the table and brushed her lips across mine, "Thank you!" she said " most people say I'm too tall and gawky to be sexy!", "Oh no!" I cried out, forgetting my embarrassment now, "you're tall, but perfectly proportioned, and have the sort of body that any man would drool over, those legs, god, they're gorgeous and seem to go on for ever! and such a tight, sexy ass, and those breasts, Mmmmm, so ripe, so firm, so decidedly suckable!!", I stopped suddenly, realising that I'd let my mouth run away with me again, and expecting her to be upset or annoyed at my coarseness, but she was smiling broadly and I knew it wasn't my imagination, her nipples had become rock hard and were jutting out of her top like miniature mountains!! Still smiling, she stood up from her chair and walked around the table and slid onto my lap, "Tell me again how beautiful I am, and how suckable my breasts are, better still, show me!!" and her arms slid around my neck and her lips descended on mine!! my body had reacted immediately and my cock was stiffening and swelling and pressing eagerly into her tight ass, and my hand automatically came up to cup and fondle one of her glorious breasts! and I got turned on even more! her kiss was as hot a kiss as I have ever experienced, a passionate tongue twister! with a touch of almost desperate hunger! and I responded in the same vein! I was just so hot and hungry for her! then we broke apart, and without a word we lurched from the chair and made a beeline for the bedroom! There was no finesse, no tender, romantic kisses and slow build up! as soon as we reached the bedroom we were ripping our clothes off and leaping naked on to the bed! god, naked she was totally awesome!! those high, firm tits even more ripe and succulent than they'd appeared under her top! and her pussy! Mmmm, it was so wet and juicy and inviting! my eyes devoured her, then my hands and my lips and my tongue!! I searched out and touched and tasted every part of her luscious body, and she responded wildly, calling out, guiding my lips and my tongue in their explorations, and a whole series of small orgasms rippled through her, then she was tugging at my rock hard cock, guiding it towards her pussy, "Please, Ian, Please, I want you inside me, I want your big cock filling up my pussy, Please, Ian, Please, fuck me, fuck me now!!" There was a momentary flicker of surprise that she had called me by my first name, but as her hands guided my cock to the lips of her steaming pussy, all thoughts disappeared, everything except the need to fuck this incredibly sexy woman!! so I rammed forward, burying my cock to the hilt in her writhing pussy, and she screamed in delight and abandonment, and urged me on! so I fucked her hard! long deep strokes, plunging my cock into her bucking, heaving body faster and faster! at the same time sucking vociferously on those incredibly large nipples! lashing them with my tongue then sucking them hard into my mouth! she lifted those incredibly long legs and wrapped them around me high on my back, opening her pussy even wider and enabling me to plunge even deeper, and it was my turn to cry out with delight, "Oh yes, Josie, you're so hot and tight! it's like I'm fucking a volcano in there!! oh god I'm going to drown you in my juices!! are you sure you want this?!!!", Yes!!" she screamed, "Fuck me deep!, fuck me good!, shoot your juices right up inside me, oh god, I'm cumming, I'm cummmmming!!!" and her whole body went into violent contortions!! and mine followed suit as my cock exploded and shot it's hot juices deep into her pussy!! and it kept on shooting, as she kept on bucking and heaving, and it seemed to go on for ever! I think we both got totally blown away by the power and extent of the explosion that ripped through both our bodies, and we lay entwined in each other's arms for a long, long time, but finally she extracted herself and disappeared into the bathroom, and I heard the shower running. She was out shortly afterwards, glistening wet, brushing herself dry with a small towel that did nothing to hide her incredible body from my eyes ,and I lay there drinking her in, she didn't seem to mind, in fact she seemed to pose and posture just a little! then she came over and leaned down and brushed her lips over mine, "Thank you, thank you so much" she whispered, then laughed, "Your turn in the shower, I'll start the coffee!" and she walked from the room, still totally naked!! needless to say, I made my shower very quick, and hurriedly followed her into the kitchen! I didn't bother with clothes either! Ten minutes later we were back sitting opposite each other in the kitchen and I was enjoying the uninterrupted view of her gorgeous breasts as we drank our coffee, she took a sip of her coffee and smiled with almost a tinge of sadness in her expression, "I guess you're wondering why?" she said, I nodded, "The thought had crossed my mind, I'm 42 and not the most handsome man you've ever met, and you're 23 and quite the most beautiful sexy woman I've ever met! and you've been married just six months!!", a slight flush came to her face, "That's part of the reason" she whispered, " I love my husband very much, but we're having problems. We never had sex before we were married, we just played around a bit, you know, touching feeling, kissing etc, but we both felt that sex was so special we should wait until after we were married, but the wedding night turned into a bit of a disaster, Ken couldn't function! try as we did, he couldn't achieve an erection ,even though he's never had any trouble when we were playing around! we put it down to the excitement of the wedding day and all the tiring things that go with that, and although disappointed, assumed that everything would be OK once we were refreshed. But the next night and the following night the same thing happened, and we started to get frustrated and then a little angry with each other, and it was then that Ken told me that he'd never been with any woman before and in fact was more attracted to men!! I was stunned and upset, but he kept on telling me that he still loved me and we could still make a life for ourselves, it was just that he didn't find me sexually desirable!! it took me quite a few weeks to get over that, perhaps I'm still not over it completely! but I realised that whatever the situation I still loved him!! I guess that sounds pretty crazy! Then , when I walked in on you last week and saw that incredibly beautiful, big, thick cock of yours, I just knew I had to have it, I knew I had to know if it was possible for me to feel beautiful and sexy and to be desired by a man!! I needed to know if I could react the way a woman was supposed to react!" then she threw back her head and laughed "Well I certainly found that out didn't I?" I grinned at her, but felt and understood some of her pain, so I moved around the table and took her in my arms and kissed her softly and gently, "Josie! you are beautiful, you are sexy and you are desirable! you can't change what people are, but you can love then as they are! but only if you are fulfilled too! so if I can help in that area, I would be more than honored!!", she grinned mischievously at me, "You mean, you want to continue fucking me, is that it?!!" I returned her grin " for just as long as you want to be fucked!!" I said, "But what about the cleaning?" she asked, "Well" I said pensively "That still has to be done! in fact it probably needs more time spent on it! would it be possible for you to come three days instead of two - fully paid, of course!" her grin grew bigger and hotter "I think that could be arranged, would the extra day be required for special attention to the bedroom area?" she asked, impishly. I took her by the hand and led her back towards the bedroom, "Why don't we check that out right now?" I suggested! well, it did need cleaning and tidying - afterwards!!! and when she left at the end of the day, I think I'd managed to convince Josie that she was one hell of an attractive, sexy woman! and being more than a little horny and hungry was quite OK for a 23 year old - or even a 42 year old!! But life is still full of surprises! and when she told me the next week that she'd told Ken everything that had happened between us, you could have knocked me down with a feather! but when she said that Ken was absolutely delighted for her and that this made things so much easier and more comfortable for the both of them, Well, I wasn't going to argue! so I fucked her again , and again! and every time was better and wilder than the last as she started to open up and embrace her own sexuality! can't wait for her next visit, she's promised to wear something that will blow my eyes out!! with her figure, that wouldn't be hard!!! Housekeeper Disciplined *This story was previously posted by ME on another website. If you read it there and enjoyed it, great. If not, I hope you like it this time. I have modified it slightly for the Literotica audience. It is intended for readers over 18 years of age who enjoy erotic stories. If you are not over 18 or you don't enjoy erotica, please leave now! Thank you! My name is Vanessa and my life suddenly changed last week when I found my husband and our housekeeper..umm, let's say, playing house. I have decided to share my story with Literotica readers in the hopes that someone might benefit from my experience in some small way. I came home early from work one day last week to find my sexy husband with our hot young housekeeper in the office. Out of sheer curiosity, I stood by the door to see if I could hear anything. "Rachel, why do you think you're being punished this time?", he asks. "Sir, I am being punished because I displeased you in some way," she answers. Being punished? What is this about? Since he thought they were alone in the house, the door had been left partially ajar. I peeked into my husband's home office and I saw our housekeeper splayed over his lap with her panties down around her knees. My husband also has his pants pushed down low enough so that his cock was out and it was very, very big and hard. He had it in his hand and was gently rubbing his cock against her side. She has a few hand marks on her bare ass. "That's right, slut. You displeased your Master again!" he hissed. My husband's huge hand reigned down on that poor girl's tiny little ass over and over again. I could hear her whimper. I knew I should enter the room and put a stop to this insanity, but, for some reason, I did not. I just watched. I then realized that I was very, very wet. This discipline was exciting me a lot. I continued to watch and then my mind drifted back over the past few weeks. My husband is employed as a professor at the local college and, I should probably add, I am a therapist. He came home one day about a month ago stating that we needed a housekeeper because things just 'weren't being kept up in the house'. I didn't really offer up much of an argument. Between the long hours we work and our social life, we didn't have time to do a deep cleaning and the cleaning service we had been using just wasn't that great. Hiring a private housekeeper seemed a good idea at the time. He completed the hiring process by himself, rather quickly I might add. He selected Rachel, a 24 year old girl with auburn hair and a great figure. She did her job and seemed perfect for the job. I truly had no issue with this young girl. He had her wear a uniform, stating that it would be easier than having to correct her wardrobe all the time. I didn't argue with him; why would I? She looked great in the short black skirts and matching white tops he purchased for her. I though that the heels and the fishnet stockings were a bit much; but, as long as she did her job, I was not complaining. My husband was always very horny and, for some reason, he became even hornier lately. I figured having a young girl in the house would be good for us sexually. I mean, the eye candy couldn't hurt...right? We were having a lot more sex since Rachel's arrival. Oh, did I mention that she was a live-in? She was around all the time. She did everything around the house and that left us more time for the things we loved. She also acted as a personal assistant for Maxwell as he is also working on his second novel. She helped him in the office when he needed her. She was very attentive toward her boss. So the fact that they began spending more time behind closed doors didn't concern me at all. I also trust and love (still do, believe it or not) my husband very much. Back to the present time, I continue to listen. Rachel is moaning, but I hear more than just pain in her cries. She sounds like she's getting off on this, too. Obviously, Max is enjoying it. I decided to wait it out. She wasn't in any real danger. He continued to spank her and then I watched him rub his fingers over her pussy lips. When he brought his fingers up to his lips and licked her juices off, I felt my head spin. Why was I so aroused by this sight? I should be outraged. I should run in there and put a stop to this immediately. I should save that poor girl. But, what would I be saving her from? I knew how much fun it could be to be spanked and disciplined by Max. He often spanked me. I adored it. Maybe Rachel was like me and actually enjoyed the discipline? As I watched her thrust her hips up toward his hand, I knew that she was getting off on this as much as he was. "I am sorry, Master. I didn't mean to displease you. Tell me what to do to make you happy. I will do whatever it takes to please you. I am a naughty slut and I will do as you ask," cried Rachel. "Of course you will, Slut. I can feel how much this is turning you on. I want you to get down on the floor right now and prepare to suck my cock the way I like it sucked," said Max. I watched the girl slide to the floor and open up the top of her uniform. She then pulled first the left side of her breast free from her bra and then the right. She sat back on her knees and looked up at him, waiting, it seemed for a signal. "Very good, slut. You are doing well....redeeming yourself a bit. You know the routine. Well, you should by now. You've assumed the service position several times a day for six months now. Haven't you, my nasty slut? Funny how my wife has no idea that we've been fucking around for all this time, isn't it?" said my husband. "Sir, it is as it should be. You should have whatever you wish. Your wife only wants you to be happy, as do I. You are the boss and the Master of this house and of your women,' answered Rachel as she looked up at him with true worship in her pretty green eyes. I was shocked, but I guess I shouldn't have been. It should have been obvious, even to a woman as obsessed with her career as I've been. My husband had planned to bring his mistress/submissive into our home under the guise of a housekeeper and I didn't even notice! And I wasn't even upset. It just seemed fine. Nothing had changed in our relationship. He still loved me and was as attentive as ever. She was obviously just his slut and nothing more. I was his wife. They'd been at it for six months and he was still treating her like a slut. I slept in his bed each night. If this made my husband happy, I realize, I was fine with Rachel being here and servicing him. He then took her by the back of the neck and shoved her mouth down on his very hard and throbbing cock. She sucked it like the slut that she is and he controlled the action. When he was nearing his completion, he pulled her head off his cock and aimed it toward her face. He came all over her face and hair. She opened her mouth as if trying to catch some of it. He slapped her face with his cock and told her that she wasn't allowed to swallow any of it or to take it in her pussy as she is only his slut. His wife is the only one allowed to swallow or accept his cum in her pussy. As I backed away, I ran to our bedroom and grabbed my vibrator. I laid down on our king sized bed and replayed the hot scene I had just witnessed as I frantically pushed the vibrator inside of my panties. I turned it on and came immediately. After I came down from the initial high, I allowed the vibrator to slowly hum on my clit as I thought about all the times Max had played with his new toy in my house. For some reason, this turned me on.....a lot. Max and I had played with other girls a few times and it always turned me on when he would fuck them in front of me. He has had permission all of our marriage to take other lovers, but he has never taken me upon it....until now! This is something I've fantasized about for years and now it was coming true. I had some decisions to make now. Should I tell him that I know about him and his little slut or simply allow this to continue in private? I wasn't sure which way I would play it, but I knew it was going to be fun either way and that our life had changed a lot. I came hard, over and over again. I jumped up and cleaned myself off and decided to head out again. I wanted time to think this through. Besides, it seemed that Max had just started to play with his newest lover today and I wanted to give them plenty of time to explore one another. I had some serious decisions to make! Housekeeper's Woes I have a housekeeper who comes in once a week. Normally Sharon is as happy as a lark, flitting around the house doing this, that and the other. Singing and chatting whenever I happen to be in the same room. Sharon was in her early twenties, an extrovert, quite pretty and with an easy personality. Always ready to go that little bit further to make sure the customer gets the service he needs. Then one morning she rolled up and singing Sharon had been replaced by dour Doris from Dumpster Town. She went about her work reasonably efficiently, but the sparkle just wasn't there. No chat, no humming, just a dogged determination to do her work and move on. I was doing some work in my office when I heard a crash from my bedroom. Going to see what had happened I found my bedside lamp had been dusted onto the floor and broken, and Sharon was just standing looking at it, almost in tears. I sat on the bed and looked at Sharon. She wasn't looking back so I decided to stir her up a bit. I sighed. "That was my favourite lamp, Sharon," I said glumly. "Now it's broken. I feel I really should spank you for carelessness." I patted my lap as I said that, indicating she should bend over. I expected a rude comment or sulky refusal. What I got was a resigned "OK" and Sharon obediently bent over my knee. It appeared that I'd neatly shot myself in the foot. What to do? Why, spank her of course, and see what happened. I flipped Sharon's dress up over her bottom and then calmly slid her panties down. Probably a lot further down than was actually needed, but I was still hoping for some sort of spark from her. For a few moments I waited, admiring Sharon's trim little bottom. I could also see her pussy peeping out from between her thighs, and I had a sudden itch to start playing with that instead of giving her a spanking. My hand glided gently over her bottom, threatening but not touching her love mound. Still having no reaction, I gave up. A spanking she wanted so a spanking she'd get. I spanked her bottom, firmly. Not a savage beating, just half a dozen good firm spanks, hard enough to smart but not bruise. Then I stood her back up on her feet. Sharon stood there for a moment, eyes wide and swimming with tears, then to my shock she started crying as though her heart was breaking and she flung herself into my arms, holding me tight and sobbing. What could I do? I just lay back on the bed and held her to me while she cried. She kept wriggling against me, trying to hold me closer, and I can tell you honestly I have no idea how the rest of it happened. Her panties were still down around her ankles, and somehow or other, while she was holding me, my fly came undone and Percy came out to play. Holding her to me, I just seemed to slip naturally into her, sliding in deep with almost the first movement and then just holding her. Then we started rocking together, a long slow movement, neither of us in any hurry. Sharon was still crying quietly while she clung to me, but her hips were moving smoothly as I slid slowly in and out of her. After a few moments I felt her shudder, and I could tell from the way she gripped me down below that she was having an orgasm. This didn't stop us at all. We just went quietly along, continuing our slow but steady union, enjoying the mutual friction and just letting tension build. I suppose I should say build again, in Sharon's case, as she had already had her first climax. After that first orgasm, Sharon stopped crying. I could feel her increased interest in the sex as our movements slowly but steadily accelerated. Soon we were coming together quite forcefully, and it wasn't all that long before I could feel Sharon starting to shudder again. Her muscles grabbed my erection and put the squeeze on me, and this time I answered fully, letting my ejaculate spurt into her. Afterwards we were still lying there, relaxed, me still holding Sharon in my arms, giving her the hug that she seemed to need. Then all of a sudden Sharon seemed to twitch. Next thing I know she was out of my arms and off the bed and pulling her panties up. "That was very nice," she said, her voice having suddenly regained its lilt, "but this is not getting the housework done." Next thing I knew she was dancing around the house again, busy getting everything into order, apparently as happy as a lark again. Then she was waving goodbye and charging off to her next appointment. Sharon still comes past weekly to do the housekeeping, and always seems to be in her happy mood. She has never offered an explanation for that one off day or indicated that she wanted to discuss what happened, so I have also said nothing about it. The really irritating thing about the whole deal is that she has never even hinted that she might like a follow up. It appears that I was just a one-night stand. I feel so used.