“I’m not working on Wed, would you like to hang out?” I asked her.
“I promised my parents that I’d go over while they were both at work and do some housework. They’ve both been so busy lately. I thought I’d help out.”
She was nice like that. I suggested I go over and help her to make it quicker and then we could go out afterwards. She wasn’t too sure because, even though we’d been seeing each other for a few months, they didn’t know about me. It was complicated. I managed to convince her.
I arrived about half an hour after her and parked around the corner so none of the neighbours would see my car out the front and say anything to her parents. She answered the door in short shorts and a little tank top. I ran my eyes over her. She smiled.
“Just in time. The washing machine has just finished,” she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
I hung washing while she continued tidying up. When I had finished, she was vacuuming the living room. I snuck up behind her and gave her a squeeze. She squealed, then swatted me off.
“We have work to do,” she said, very seriously.
I don’t know whether it was seeing her being so responsible, so domestic, the thrill of secretly being in her parents’ house, or the cheekiness of ignoring her wishes but, whatever it was, I was determined to tease her. Even at the risk of annoying her.
I moved some furniture for her, while she vacuumed, occasionally grabbing at her ass, tickling her, or standing behind her and kissing the back of her neck.
“You’re a nuisance,” she said, playfully, but I could see she liked it.
When she bent over to push the vaccuum under the sofa, I pounced. I ran my hand up between her legs from behind, feeling her pussy through her shorts and panties.
“Stop,” she said, half heartedly.
I wrapped my other arm around her waist and pulled her back against me.
“Or what?”
She let out a sigh as my hand rubbed up and down again.
“We’ve got work to do,” she said, in a breathy whisper.
“I’ve got work to do on you,” I said, tugging her shorts and underwear down in one move.
“Hey!”
“What?” I said.
She didn’t answer. My fingers were rubbing her exposed pussy now. She closed her eyes and leaned back against me. I rubbed her back and forth, from behind, before slipping a finger into her. She let out a groan, the wriggled back against me, wanting to feel my bulge. I obliged as I continued to finger her. She reached back and grabbed at me. That was all I need. I tugged my pants down, bent her at the waist, and rubbed the tip of my cock up and down against her.
“We can’t take long,” she sighed.
“We won’t,” I lied.
I pushed into her and we both let out a loud sigh. I fucked her like that, standing up, bent at the waist, in her parents’ living room. She was still holding onto the vaccuum cleaner, using it to keep her balance. I pumped her faster now. And then, without warning, I stopped, pulling out of her.
“What happened?” she asked.
“Nothing. We should get back to work,” I replied.
I pulled up my pants, put my cock away, and continued tidying up. She gave me a frustrated stare then continued vacumming.
“Would you like a coffee or tea, or something?” she said, about 15 minutes later, breaking the silence.
“Hmm. What’s the something?” I said with a grin.
“Not that!” she snapped back.
I laughed.
“Coffee please.”
“A snack?”
“You’re a snack” I replied.
She shook her head.
“What’s got into you today?”
“What’s got into you?” I said, giving her a wink.
She just shook her head and headed to the kitchen.
We sat and drank and ate and then cleaned up and headed to the kitchen. We needed to make sure there was no evidence of me there. She washed, I dried, she put away. When she was bending over, putting away our plates, I pounced again. Hands groping her breasts, mouth on the back of her neck, body up against hers.
“You’re so naughty,” she whispered.
“You love it,” I replied, tugging her pants down again.
This time I bent her forward, leaning over her parents’ kitchen counter. Her bare breasts on the cold surface, my warm hands all over her back and ass, my hot cock buried up deep inside her.
“Don’t stop this time. Please,” she whimpered, as I fucked her from behind.
“Cum for me,” I replied.
She reached down between her legs and rubbed herself as I continued to fuck her. The sound of my hips slapping against her ass, her sighs and heavy breathing, it was all very exciting in someone else’s house.
She came hard, up on her toes, legs shaking, rubbing, moaning, as I slapped into her from behind.
“Cum for me,” she said, still breathless a minute later.
“Nope,” I said, stopping, and pulling out. “We have work to do.”
She turned her head and gave me a scowling look.
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t9y59a/housework_secret_sex_doggy_domestic_setting
Loved it. Please do more! Also maybe a married wife and her guy friend?
Updateme
This was fun to read. Good job! I’m going to check out your other stories as well :)
I’ve done part 2