[FM] Dressed as a French maid so my husband could put me in my place after teasing him all day

My husband Henry and I got married towards the end of July, and I quit my job on July 31 so I could have a couple weeks off before starting a new one. After finishing hundreds of projects I had been putting off for months, I started relaxing in ways I had been too busy or stressed to enjoy over the last couple months. The timing of *Avatar: The Last Airbender* arriving on Netflix couldn’t have been better.

Without a doubt, however, my favorite new pastime is infuriating Henry. He is still working from home, so he doesn’t have the same freedom during the workday that I have been enjoying. And, unfortunately for him, we recently discovered that he has a lingerie fetish. So what’s a newlywed to do? She buys a fuckton of fancy lingerie and mercilessly teases her new husband, that’s what she does.

Making Henry breakfast? Only if I can serve it to him while wearing a corset seconds before he has to log on for a meeting. Doing some light vacuuming around the house? Better run my hands up and down his body every time I walk by him. He always just laughed it off, adjusted his pants, and went about his day until 5:00, at which point he gradually peeled the lingerie off me and slowly devoured my pussy until I begged for him to fuck me. But one particular day. Mmm. One day, I brought out the big guns and broke the pattern.

He had a late night on Zoom with his college friends the night before and came to bed after I was already asleep, so we had gone more than 24 hours (gasp) without having sex. For newlyweds, that’s a long time! He had also woken up before me to go on a pre-work run, and I heard him turn on the shower while I was still gradually emerging from REM sleep. I briefly entertained the thought of joining him, but then I had an idea. Maybe, after a couple weeks of marital bliss, it was the day for me to finally bring out one of the few remaining lingerie sets I had yet to show him.

The shower turned off. A few minutes later, Henry walked through the door to our bedroom as naked as the day he was born. He smiled when he saw I was awake and laid down next to me over the covers. “Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered, giving me a soft kiss.

His sweetness and nudity nearly broke my resolve. But my desire for wickedness overpowered my desire to have a rushed morning fuck before he had to log on for work. “What have you got going on today?” I asked, wrapping my arms around him and burrowing my face in his neck.

He kissed my forehead and gently ran his fingers through my hair. “Pointless all day staff meeting,” he sighed, “They’ve asked us to keep our video on the whole fucking time for team building. We’re even gonna have breakout rooms for a ‘social’ lunch hour. I’m not gonna have a break at all unless they let us get coffee, and that won’t even be until like 3.”

“Gross,” I laughed, but the gears in my head started turning, “Do you need me to bring you lunch?”

“That would be amazing, thank you,” he gushed, squeezing me.

“Of course, husband of mine. Just don’t get used to it. As soon as I’m back at work, I’m the boss again, and you’ll be the one making me sandwiches.”

“Obviously,” he snorted, “But I’m gonna take advantage of this domestic side as long as I can.”

Sweet, ignorant Henry. He had no idea how much he was going to regret those words. With a final kiss, he got dressed in a navy blue suit with a dark gray tie and a crisp white button-down that I had ironed for him earlier that week because I’m apparently domestic as fuck now. “Can you do me a favor?” I asked innocently as he finished tying his tie.

“Of course! What’s up?”

“Can you sit at the table instead of your desk? I want to be able to walk around the apartment and not worry if I’m in the background of your video.”

He paused and looked over at me suspiciously. “What do you have planned?”

He knows me too well. “I haven’t dusted in for fucking ever and I want to swiffer the floors and meal prep and maybe start to thin out the bookshelves?”

He didn’t buy it for one second. “And what will you be wearing as you do this?”

“It’s a surprise!” I laughed, smiling innocently and making sure to show off my dimples.

He thought it over for a moment. Thankfully, if there’s one thing I know about Henry, it’s that he loves being teased. He’ll gripe about it in the moment and beg me to end the teasing and just fuck him, but we both know that the anticipatory buildup to sex is one of his absolute favorite pastimes. “Fine,” he said finally, narrowing his eyes at me as he adjusted the cuffs on his sleeves, “But if I tell you in all seriousness that you need to stop, then please stop.”

“Absolutely. Regular safe word rules apply. Feel free to leave the volume on for your meeting so that I know when I should genuinely leave you alone.”

“Ok,” he agreed tentatively, giving me a quick peck and leaving the room.

I sat down at my makeup vanity and began to get ready, pulling back my dark hair in Dutch milkmaid braids and pinning it in place. After applying eye makeup and false eyelashes and putting on dark red lipstick, I walked over to a small box that I had hidden in the back of my side of the closet. The motherlode. Slipping on a pair of thigh-high, black fishnet stockings and securing them with wide black garters, I giggled with excitement. I intentionally left the matching thong behind. The short, black dress fit almost perfectly even with the built-in bra and flouncy skirt, the frilly white apron the perfect mixture of absolutely useless but sexy, the tiny white headpiece settling onto my braids and staying there.

With a smile, I stood up and twirled in the mirror. It seemed like it was missing something. Digging in the box, I found a white ribbon to wear around my neck in a bow. Still not complete. After a moment of contemplation, I cloroxed the bottom of a pair of black stilettos and slipped them on my feet. NOW I was done. He wanted me to be domestic as long as possible? Fine. But I was gonna do it in my way. Dressed as a French maid and not wearing any underwear.

Wrenching open one of our bedside tables, my fingers glanced over our most frequently used toys until I located a silver butt plug with a glittering jewel on the end. After dripping some lube on it, I bent over the bed. I couldn’t remember the last time I had done this without Henry’s help. Slowly, I inserted it. My breathing became ragged as my body adjusted to the new presence, and I felt my pussy begin to leak down to the crease with my inner thigh.

The sounds of Henry’s Zoom meeting getting started reached my ears. Showtime. My heels clicking on the hardwood floor, I walked down the hallway, grabbed the duster from our supply cabinet, and then entered the living room. Henry was indeed sitting at our kitchen table, his laptop camera facing only him and the wall behind him. He looked up as I clicked into the room. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked, his eyes wide and an incredulous smile on his face.

“Henry?” one of his coworkers asked, “You’re muted, did you say something?”

He scrambled to unmute himself. “No, sorry, just talking to Lily.”

“Send along our congratulations on the wedding and new job!” another coworker chimed in.

“I will,” Henry laughed, and he muted himself again before turning to me and hissing through his teeth to avoid any possible lip reading, “How long have you been planning this?”

“I do not know what you mean, monsieur,” I smiled, putting on a French accent, “I am just ‘ere to clean ze apartment.”

“Please,” he laughed resignedly, rubbing a hand over his face and then gesturing towards the living room as he undressed me with his eyes, “Clean away.”

I blew him a kiss and winked before turning to very legitimately clean off the dust-covered bookshelves. Throughout the morning, I slowly dusted the apartment from top to bottom, standing on one of our kitchen chairs to reach the ceiling corners and light covers. Henry surreptitiously watched me as I worked, though I was careful not to reveal my lack of panties just yet. Instead, I would stretch juuuust far enough to reveal the garter at the top of my stockings and flash a bit of thigh, my creamy skin standing out in sharp contrast against the dark skirt and thigh highs.

Midway through the morning, I brought him a cup of coffee off-screen from his meeting, leaning forward so he could see down the front of my tight costume. At one o’clock, I made and brought him lunch. He smiled up at me gratefully and showed off the plate to his colleagues, who all gave appreciative murmurs and thankfully refrained from making sexist jokes. “Actually, I need to grab some food too,” his supervisor called out, “Let’s take five and then start up again in breakout rooms.”

Henry muted himself, turned off his video, and closed his laptop partway. “Come here,” he demanded, still staring at his computer, his hands gripping the table.

“Oui monsieur?” I smiled, looking over at him, “Has my work been satisfactory today?”

He turned his chair towards me. I flounced over to him and stood about a foot away, my hands clasped in front of me and a pleasant smile on my lips. Henry crossed his arms over his chest and frowned at me. “Well, Ms…?”

“Marie Laurent, s’il vous plait,” I chimed with a short curtsey.

“Mademoiselle Laurent, I’m afraid that you have been a distraction today.”

“Je suis désolé, monsieur, I do not mean to–”

“What you meant to do is irrelevant,” he interrupted, grabbing the front of my skirt and pulling me towards him, “I’m afraid that you have made it impossible for me to focus on my meeting.”

I stood between his legs and slowly got to my knees, placing my hands on his upper thighs for balance. “Perhaps, if you wouldn’t mind, I could make it up to you?”

“I don’t have the time for that,” he whispered regretfully, cupping my face with his hands and pulling me closer, “But get over here.”

Immediately, I pressed my lips to his and climbed onto his lap in a straddle, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. He kissed me fiercely, his tongue pushing into my mouth as his hands wandered. I rocked against him slowly. His hands finally slid up my skirt, pausing to run his fingers along the garters and then reaching my ass and squeezing it tightly to help me rock against him. Soft moans spilled from my lips as our movements rubbed my clit against his erection. He began kissing down my neck. His lips sent fireworks along my skin, his teeth occasionally scraping against me and his tongue periodically peeking out to tease me.

A clitoral orgasm began building. Moving my hands to grasp the back of his head, I held onto him, my movements becoming increasingly desperate as I got closer and closer. Henry abruptly stood up and carried me over to the couch, where he placed me gently on the seat cushions and began kissing down the front of my dress. My pussy ached, my body tensing in anticipation of his warm mouth discovering my lack of panties and then devouring my cunt. Instead, he paused when he almost reached the hem of my dress. “On second thought,” he murmured, “My wife would be upset with me if she caught me here with my hands up the maid’s skirt.”

I huffed in frustration. “I am sure zat your wife would understand…”

“No,” he said simply, kissing me on the nose, “She wouldn’t.”

So he was going to tease me right back, huh? Well, I obviously knew how to up the ante – I had been saving it for this exact moment. With a smirk, he got up and walked back over to the kitchen table, clearly thinking he had one-upped me and won the war. Oh, but it was only the battle, my love. “You ‘ave lipstick on you,” I sniffed as I walked away, “Your wife would be sure to notice.”

After returning the duster, grabbing a bottle of window cleaner and a rag, and cleaning up my own smeared lipstick, I clicked over to the sliding glass door leading to our patio. After spraying the glass, I started from the top and worked my way down. Henry ignored me for the most part, but I saw his eyes occasionally flicker over to me as he chatted casually with his coworkers in between bites of food, telling them about our Zoom wedding and our hopes to go on a real honeymoon after a vaccine becomes available. I opened the sliding glass door and stepped outside.

While repeating the process on the other side of the door, I watched Henry, my pussy getting wetter as I built up the anticipation for myself. After the middle portion of the glass was clean, I pressed my tits against it and stood on my tiptoes to reach the top. My cleavage spilled out against the cold glass. It was terrible cleaning technique but clearly effective teasing if Henry’s flushed cheeks and white knuckles were any indication.

Ensuring his eyes were on me, I “accidentally” dropped the rag behind me. Oh so slowly, I bent over. My ass pressed against the glass, my hands casually grabbing the sides of my cheeks to spread them and show off the glittering butt plug that had been hidden just out of sight. I grabbed the rag from the wooden planks and arched my back as I rolled myself back up. With a smirk, I left the imprint of my ass on the glass and came back inside.

He intentionally avoided eye contact with me, but I saw him tug at his shirt collar out of the corner of my eye, his cheeks somehow even more flushed. Getting on my hands and knees, I wiped down the entryway around the sliding glass door. I flipped my skirt up and faced away from him to show off my bare ass with the shiny jewel glittering between my cheeks. The conversation over Zoom lulled. “How do we feel about taking fifteen before going back to the main room?” I heard Henry ask, his voice intentionally measured and calm, “It’s been a long day so far.”

His coworkers murmured their assent, a couple exclaiming with enthusiasm that they needed a break to avoid Zoom fatigue. “Great!” Henry called out, clapping his hands once, “See you in a bit.”

Immediately, he slammed his computer shut. I felt his eyes on me and heard him walk behind me. Without warning, one of his hands pushed my torso down until my face was pressed against the floor, his knees pushing mine apart more as he frantically unbuckled his belt. I cried out in surprise. “Shut the fuck up,” he hissed, pulling out his cock and rubbing the tip along my dripping pussy, “You knew exactly what would happen. Don’t act all innocent now that I’m taking what’s mine.”

Without giving me a moment to catch my breath, he pushed inside me, drawing out a long moan from deep within my lungs. I turned my face so that my cheek was pressed against the hardwood floor. “Please, monsieur, what are you doing?” I whimpered, my pussy gushing as he started thrusting violently.

One of his hands still holding me against the ground by the back of the neck, he pounded into me. “I warned you that you were a distraction, and your response is to show off your slutty little butt plug? You obviously wanted to tease me until I couldn’t take it anymore and just fucked you.”

He released the back of my neck to spank me. Each slap made my ass sting, his thrusts never once pausing their relentless pumping. Soft cries of pain and pleasure escaped my lips. “Color?” he asked on a whisper.

“Green!” I hissed, pushing my hips back against him and curling my hands into fists against the floor, “But my fingers aren’t clean. Can you…?”

He immediately reached a hand around me and started rubbing my clit. His other hand began playing with the butt plug, twisting it, pulling it out a little, pushing it back in. “Oh!” I called out, putting on a French accent again, “Please, monsieur, do not stop! Take my pussy!”

“Do you frequently fuck your employers, Marie? Do you show off for them the way you showed off for me?”

“Oui!” I cried, “I love to serve them in any way I can! I cannot ‘elp being a slut!”

He let out a humorless laugh and pounded me faster, pleasure overwhelming me as his thrusts began to border on painful. “Do you like being put in your place? Chasing after married men and then getting fucked on the floor like the dirty slut you are,” he hissed, spanking me once again and then grabbing my ass painfully hard to spread me and allow him to push in deeper and deeper.

“I’m just a slut who doesn’t know her place,” I sobbed, my orgasm building and building, “Use me! Use my pussy!”

“Cum for me, you fucking tease,” he demanded, his voice becoming strained as he clearly neared his own release, “Make that slutty pussy cream for me.”

His fingers maintained their delicious rubbing on my clit. Screaming out his name, I exploded, my pussy tightening around his cock as pleasure radiated through every muscle. Nonsense words spilled from my lips. Sobs wracked my body, my shoulders shaking as I came violently. Henry fucked me through the peak. “I want you to suck the cum from my cock, Marie,” he demanded as he continued thrusting, “I want to see you on your fucking knees begging for my cum.”

“Please,” I cried, “Give me your cum! I promise I’ll be good!”

He pulled out and yanked me upright as he got to his feet. I turned and opened my mouth expectantly as I placed my hands on the backs of his thighs and looked up at him with wide eyes. Shoving his cock in my mouth, he resumed his punishing pace, the taste of my pussy lingering on his election. I moaned and maintained eye contact.

My face must have been a fucking mess, my eye makeup running down my face from the tears and from being pinned against the ground and my lipstick smeared around my mouth and chin. He kept fucking my face, his fingers digging into my Dutch braids as he thrusted. “That’s right,” he groaned as I opened my throat to let him push deeper, his balls slapping against me, “Suck my cock. Fucking take it. That’s a good little slut, keep that mouth open for me.”

Another couple thrusts and he docked himself with his balls pressed against my chin, tears from the strain streaming down my face as his cock forced open my throat. I barely registered the feeling of his warm cum flowing into me. He pulled out and pushed back in again slowly, a harsh groan escaping out of his lungs. “Ohhhh my god,” he moaned, the last drops of cum spraying against the back of my throat.

At long last, he released me. My throat ached, and I felt fairly dizzy, but I was so damn smug that I didn’t care. Henry dropped to his knees and wiped his thumbs under my eyes to brush away the tears and smudged makeup. “That was fucking hot,” he breathed, wrapping his arms around me and crushing me to his chest, “Was I too rough at any point?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” I laughed, hugging him back and speaking with a hoarse voice, “But I don’t think I’ll want to deep throat again for a couple weeks.”

Tilting my face up, he pressed his lips gently against mine. “It’s weird,” he marveled, intermittently pressing soft kisses across my cheeks, “I don’t want to say those things or get that rough with you when it’s you. But when we role play, it’s really fucking fun.”

“What about our [wedding night](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i7h6ii/fm_my_husband_henry_and_i_ruined_my_wedding_dress/)?”

“The exception that proves the rule,” he laughed.

Slowly, he helped me stand up, my legs wobbling unsteadily in my stilettos. I held onto his forearm as I took each of the shoes off. “I’m not wearing these to clean ever again,” I winced, popping my ankles.

We walked over to the bathroom together, and Henry kept me company as I took out the butt plug, removed the false eyelashes, and washed the rest of the makeup off my face. All too soon, he had to go back to work. He pecked me on the cheek and smacked my ass as he turned to go. “You better watch out,” he warned, pausing in the doorway, “You’re building up some bad karma that will bite you in that round ass of yours if you’re not careful.”

“Oh?” I asked, applying a mud mask, “How so?”

“You’re acting like you’re the only one who can tease and torture throughout the workday, but we both know that’s not true. Keep a sharp eye, Mrs. Yang. Vengeance is swift.”

And with a wink, he was gone.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ic7xze/fm_dressed_as_a_french_maid_so_my_husband_could