Ceras realised she was standing in front of her mirror adorned in the slinky maid outfit. She looked at herself approvingly: flat tummy, pert breasts and slender legs. If only Mike could look at her the way that the young man in the store had… she thought naughtly.

But there were still chores to do and Ceras sighed quietly. The laundry wouldn’t put itself away. But she really liked the way the silky outfit felt against her skin – it seemed such a shame to take it off again and change into her boring house clothes. What if she kept it on for just a little longer? She wondered, It wouldn’t really hurt, would it?

With another quiet giggle, Ceras slipped on a pair of sandals and picked up the laundry. She was inexplicably nervous; it seemed like such a simple thing to do, but the bathroom where the laundry was kept was on the next floor up and walking about the house in her current state of dress – or undress – felt like such a turn on and was making her feel so naughty.

As Ceras walked quietly up to the next floor she could feel the thong of the outfit riding up between her buttocks. With every step she took the thin strip of material seemed to massage her anus and slide deliciously between the slick folds of her vaginal lips so that, by the time she reached the bathroom, she was as wet and excited as she had ever been. She was just thinking about the possibility of a nice little private masturbation session as she pushed the handle to the bathroom and the door slid silently open.

“What? I Thou …..”

“Jeez! Ceras, I’m sorry. I was just washing up. I..er…we didn’t think that anyone was in. Wow! You look great!”

Ceras suddenly realised that her husband’s friend, James was standing in front of her and staring at her with a look of wonderment on his face. She looked him over as well, swiftly, and quickly saw that wonderment wasn’t the only thing he was feeling.

James was aware that a quickly expanding erection was forming beneath his jeans and he blushed with embarrassment.

“Shit, Ceras! Sorry..I…er….oh fuck, what are you doing?”

Ceras could hardly believe it herself but as soon as she saw the bulge in James’ pants she knew that she wanted it – she wanted him. As she dropped the laundry and dropped to her knees in front of her husbands’ friend she felt like a complete slut. But she couldn’t help herself. She was a bitch in heat and she needed cock!

James gasped as her felt his friends’ wife slide her hand into his open fly and pull his solid erection out. He sighed deeply as her lips enclosed around his throbbing cock head.

“God, Ceras! What the fuck are we doing? I just…..ahhhhhhh! Damn, that feels so fucking good!”

Ceras swallowed deeply on James’s cock and felt the head swell at the back of her throat. She could taste his manly essence and knew she wanted more. Much more.