The Cleaners

The CleanersThe cleanersSeveral years ago when we were both working full time, my wife and I decided to get a cleaner for our house. The first one we got was a bit crazy so we weren?t sorry when she decided to stop working for us. Then a neighbour recommended their cleaners to us. They were two sisters that did domestic cleaning as well as some other jobs. So we gave them a try and they?ve been coming to us every Wednesday ever since. Their names are Sandra and Julie.When I worked full time we hardly ever saw them. I just left the money on the kitchen worktop and they?d leave a note if they needed anything. Before I retired I went on part time so I?d occasionally be at home when they came. And last year I was allowed to take early retirement at 55 so now I see them quite often. Despite hardly knowing them for long, the girls, particularly Sandra, tell us everything about themselves and what?s going on in their lives and ask our advice on all sorts of things.We call them ?the girls? even though they are both older than my wife. This isn?t meant in a patronising way, but more a term of endearment as they?re quite sweet and both less than 5 feet tall. Nothing over doorway height gets cleaned so I have to go round afterwards and finish off! I always thought Sandra was much older than Julie; she dresses and wears her hair in an older style and her k**s are older, but we found out when invited to Sandra?s 50th last year that there is less than a year between them.About the girls. They are similar build, and as well as being short they are both blonde, curvy and quite pretty. Sandra always wears tee shirts but Julie sometimes wears vest tops in summer and on occasions I?ve had a right eyeful of her considerable rack when she bends down to clean. As well as their domestic cleaning business they also have a part time salaried job as office cleaners and do the odd night shift in a nursing home, so they?re proper little grafters. They also never stop talking. You?d think after nearly half a century they?d have run out of things to say to each other but they never come up for air. And when they?re not talking to each other they?ll yak on to me or my wife like we?re bosom buddies.My wife has formed an opinion that the girls aren?t well supported at home. She thinks that they have a hard life with their husbands expecting them to do several low paid jobs to keep the money coming in. And with some of the stories that Sandra has told me about her life I think she?s had it particularly tough.I?ve always thought that Sandra quite fancies me. The first time I noticed this was when the k**s were young and I?d taken them swimming. I was standing by the side of the pool in my shorts and I glanced up to the spectator area and saw Sandra looking down at me. I got the impression she?d been looking for a while, weighing up what was on offer! Instead of looking away when I saw her she waved, smiled and raised her eyebrows as if to say ?I like what I see!? Ever since then we?ve flirted with each other a little when I?ve seen her. There?s quite a few double entendres between us, and she always stands very close to me when we talk and she makes good eye contact. At 6 feet tall I tower above her and it?s quite intimate when she comes close and looks up at me. I?ve never got the same feedback from Julie, who is more private and reserved.One Christmas, I was at home when the girls came, so I gave them their presents personally rather than just leaving them out. Julie got hers first, and I pointed to my cheek and offered it to her for a kiss, which she did. When it was Sandra?s turn, I did the old trick of turning my head so she kissed me full on the lips. We all laughed and she blushed a little, but I got the impression that she enjoyed it. I think Sandra enjoys flirting with me. If it gives her a little bit of relief from her life of drudgery I reckon she deserves it.Since my retirement I do a bit of consultancy work but most of my time is my own. I suppose we could have dispensed with the services of the girls with me at home, but they?ve been very good workers so we kept them on out of loyalty. I?m a bit of a fitness fanatic and I get out on my mountain bike quite a lot, but last winter I hit a tree root and went over the handlebars, badly injuring both wrists. My right wrist was in a pot and my left was heavily strapped, putting me out of action for a while. At the weekends when my wife is home I managed ok, but during the week she is away a lot with work so it was a bit of a struggle getting through all the normal daily functions for both me and the k**s.Anyway Wednesday came and I got the k**s off to school. My wife was in London and had been since Monday. I was feeling a bit tired because I wasn?t getting much sleep with my bandaged arms, so after clearing away the breakfast things I decided to slob out and watch daytime TV. The heating had gone off by now and I was only wearing a tee shirt and shorts so it was a bit nippy, so instead of firing up the heating for the whole house i thought I?d go back to bed and watch the telly there. Days of the week tend to blend in a bit after you retire so I?d completely forgotten that it was Wednesday and that the girls would be coming.I got into bed in what I was wearing. I have a relatively long torso compared to my height so I have a few short tee shirts, and I?d found that wearing these with baggy shorts facilitated my toilet functions during my injury. I soon got bored with all the bleeping from the chavs on Jezzer Kyle, so I turned over to the Beeb to watch ?Homes Under the Hammer?, but even the pretty smile of the female presenter couldn?t sustain me and I soon dozed off.I was awoken by Sandra walking into the room. I obviously hadn?t heard them arrive, maybe because of the television sound. Sandra wasn?t expecting me to be there, and apologised. I told her it was ok and that she should carry on with what she was doing. Then she saw my bandages so I had to go through the story about my accident, what my injuries were, and how long I was going to be like that, etc. Then she gave me an update on what was happening in her life which took a while. It?s a good job I don?t pay her by the hour. She spends so much time talking I?d have to sack her!After she finished she asked me if I wanted a cup of tea. I said yes so she went and came back with the largest mug that was in the house. As I drank it she cleaned the bedroom and the en-suite, talking to me all the time! When she finished she asked me if I wanted another cup. I declined. I said, ?If I have any more I?ll be peeing all day, and it isn?t very easy with these bandages!??Do you want me to give you a hand?? she replied. ?I do it at the care home so i know what I?m doing.?At first I didn?t think she was serious, but then it became obvious that she was. The truth was that I could manage the toilet myself with a bit of difficulty, but I wasn?t going to pass up on the chance for her to get hold of my cock!?Are you sure you don?t mind?? I did need a pee anyway, as it happened.?No trouble at all? she replied, taking off her cleaning gloves.She pulled the duvet back to help me out of bed and i followed her to the en-suite. She washed her hands in the basin and dried them briefly on the towel. Fortunately my cock had swelled up slightly in a morning ?piss passion? so it wouldn?t be a shriveled specimen like the ones she?d be likely to see in her other job.She eased my shorts off my hips and my semi erect cock popped out. True to her word, she knew what to do. She pulled my foreskin back slightly to prevent drips and directed my cock downwards. Her tiny hand was cold from washing, and she had her other hand on my hip just above my bum to steady herself. She was bending down so that she could watch what she was doing and now her face was quite close to my nether regions. The feel of her cold hand pulling back against my foreskin was making my cock even more swollen, and her little fingers were failing to encircle my thick stump! I started to pee and emptied quite a large bladder. When the stream stopped she started to shake and milk my cock to get rid of the last drops. By now my cock was almost fully erect, and even though there were no more drips coming out, she continued to milk.It was starting to get a little embarrassing, so to make light of the situation, I said ?You know if you shake it more than 4 times you?re playing with it?? She didn?t reply. She just looked up at me, smiled, and looked down at my cock again. We?d gone past 4 shakes a long time ago! She carried on milking my rigid shaft.Then even she couldn?t carry on the pretence any longer. She said, ?I think we?ve got it all now,? and promptly pulled my shorts back up over my stonker and led me back to my bed. I got in, and she put the duvet back over me, sneaking one last peek at my erect cock making a tent in my shorts. She took the tea cup and her other stuff and left the room, closing the door behind her.I couldn?t decide whether I was pleased with what she?d done, or frustrated that it hadn?t gone further. Mostly the latter, I think! I needed relief, but with my hands bandaged wanking was not possible. And to cap it all my wife was away till Friday. I was totally stumped.To add insult to injury I could hear the girls talking downstairs. I couldn?t make out what they were saying but every now and then I heard a giggle or a laugh. I turned the TV down but I still couldn?t make out anything but the odd word. I guessed that Sandra had told Julie what she?d done.Anyway after a while my blood pressure went down and my erection subsided, and I began to feel a bit less frustrated, even though there was 3 days? supply of spunk still in my system. Shortly afterwards there was a knock on the door. ?Come in,? I said. The girls came in, Julie first, then Sandra. Julie stood about halfway down the bed, and Sandra next to the head. Sandra spoke up. ?We?ve finished now, but you haven?t left the money out.?Of course I?d forgotten they were coming. My wallet was in the bedside drawer. I asked Sandra to take it out and get her money. As Sandra was doing this I was looking at Julie. All the time she?d been in the room she?d had a silly grin on her face. I guessed what she was grinning about.?She?s told you, hasn?t she?Julie said nothing but nodded.?What did she tell you?Julie burst out a little giggle that she?d been holding in.?She said you?ve got a big one,? was her reply, giggling a bit more.?And I suppose you want a look as well, do you??Julie smiled, and gave a shrug of her shoulders that meant yes!?Well go on then, if you must,? making it sound inevitable that she should do it.Julie stepped forward and pulled the duvet off me. Then taking hold of the waistband of my shorts on either side pulled them slowly down. I lifted my bum up to assist her.?It?s not that long? Julie sounded disappointed. Of course by now my cock had shriveled up to its smallest dimensions.?I didn?t mean long. I meant big and thick. And it gets bigger than that. Much bigger!?Only because you were playing with it!? I grassed Sandra up.?Was she? You never told me that!??No I wasn?t, not really? Sandra turned crimson.?Maybe a little? I suggested, sparing her blushes.?Maybe,? Sandra finally confessed.?And I suppose you want a go too?? I quizzed Julie. My cock had started to swell a little from its dormant state so I was feeling a bit more daring. Again Julie didn?t say anything, but the shrug of her shoulders and the little smile in the corners of her mouth gave her away.?Well she?s had a play, so it?s your turn now, I suppose it?s only fair,? I went on, with an air of resignation in my voice.Julie took hold of my cock in her left hand and lifted off my thigh to point it upwards. She began to gently squeeze and tug it. My cock, for its part, didn?t let me down. Within seconds it was fully erect and standing up thick and proud. Julie was finding the same problem that her sister had found earlier. Her small hand couldn?t encircle the thickness of my shaft.?I see what you mean!? she said to Sandra.?Told you so!? said big sis.?Aren?t you used to one as thick as that?? I ventured.?No!? they both answered together, unsure of who the question was directed towards. I noticed Sandra blushed a little again, maybe thinking that this was a betrayal of her husband?s more modest proportions.By now Julie had changed hands to attempt to get a better grip, and was now wanking me properly with the foreskin withdrawn to expose the shiny moist head. And as she wanked me she started to rub my balls with her left hand.?Are you on your own, then?? she teased.?All week,? I confirmed.?Poor man!? she replied, realising my predicament. But she didn?t yet give any indication that she would resolve my plight for me.I was still unsure of how far this was going to go, and I was anxious to avoid the letdown of being left high and dry as I had been earlier by Sandra, so I decided that if it wasn?t going to go all the way I?d rather it stopped straight away. I offered Julie a kind of ultimatum.?Don?t go starting anything you can?t finish? I demanded. Of course, by now she was already well past the start point!?I can finish it,? she replied confidently. ?Don?t you worry about that!?And with that she bent down and took my cock in her mouth!I was taken aback a little by this development from Julie. I hadn?t been surprised by Sandra wanting to mess around with me earlier because I knew she fancied me and wasn?t going to miss out on the opportunity. But Julie had never shown any signs of having feelings for me but it was her who was sucking my cock. Very strange!And if I was surprised Sandra seemed quite shocked. All the time Julie had been playing with my cock she had just stood and watched, but I noticed a look of horror on her face as Julie went down on me. I guessed that she?d never seen her little sister with a man before, and also that there may be a little bit of jealousy creeping in. I sensed that she might intervene and blow the situation, so I tried to get her involved.I thought of asking her if she wanted a go, but if she said no Julie might feel guilty and stop. In fact I was frightened of saying anything at all in case it was the wrong thing to say and might kill the moment. So instead I reached out my left hand and took hold of Sandra?s right hand as she stood beside the bed, and by gently pulling I let her know that I wanted her to come closer to me. When she got close enough I put my heavily strapped forearm round her back and pulled her down on to my lips.As our lips met Sandra?s mouth opened to allow my tongue to enter. It was clear she?d been wanting me to do this for a long time. She put her arms around me and held me tight as we kissed. I made an attempt to stroke the side of her breasts with my fingers but it was difficult with my bandages. So as I snogged one sister the other sucked and wanked my cock. ?Poor man?? I don?t think so!I now felt more confident that I could let Sandra take a turn on my cock, but there was still a little bit of doubt about how I?d suggest it. Besides, Julie was doing such a good job down there that I didn?t want her to stop. Her statement that I shouldn?t worry about her ability to sort me out was not ill-advised. She knew exactly what she was doing and it was clear that she enjoyed performing oral. I was about to pop and she knew it. She started to stroke my balls as she sucked to coax the fluid out of me.I hadn?t been emptied by my wife since Saturday night, so there was a good few days? supply in there. As I felt it coming I began to moan, muffled by Sandra?s tongue in my mouth. And she must have been able to tell by the contortion of my face when I exploded into her sister?s mouth, pumping wave after wave of spunk into her. Sandra carried on kissing me all through my orgasm, which lasted a long time because of the huge buildup of fluid that had to be discharged. We held each other tight until it was over.With Sandra in the way I didn?t actually see Julie take my spunk, which was a shame, but immediately after she?d extracted the last remnants I heard a loud gulp and realised that she?d swallowed the lot. Sandra broke off from kissing me and turned to look at her sister?s face, hovering over my softening cock. I don?t know if she knew her sister was a swallower, but she knew now! Do sisters talk about that kind of thing?As I got my breath back Sandra went into the en-suite and came back with a wet-wipe to clean me up, which she dutifully did although there was very little to clean as Julie had taken most of the mess and disposed of it. While she did this Julie and I were staring at each other with big smiles on our faces. My smile was one of relief, and hers was one of self-satisfaction at a job well done. I uttered the words ?Thank you girls,? which seemed woefully inadequate. I think I really meant ?Thank you Julie? as she?d done most of the work and done it so beautifully, but I didn?t want to leave Sandra out.I thought I should offer to pleasure the girls after what they?d done to me, but what I could have achieved with a limp cock and two bandaged hands I?m not sure. There was only my tongue to work with and with there being two of them it would have been a bit strange to say the least! Anyway, with both the girls fully clothed it seemed somehow inappropriate. So all they got was a kiss each after they?d covered me up again. I could still smell the spunk on Julie?s breath and taste it in her mouth when I kissed her. I wonder if Sandra could then taste it on me as she kissed me last!The girls then said their goodbyes and left. I thanked them again and then listened as they went downstairs and went out of the house. They weren?t talking. For once in their lives they didn?t know what to say to each other! They got into their car and drove off.Once the lust had subsided the guilt started. But more than guilt the fear. Fear of my wife finding out. Fear of them feeling the need to quit and what my wife would read into that. Fear that the girls would want more and put me in an impossible situation. But worst of all, fear that they?d want a pay rise!Thankfully, the girls had also been fearful that I might tell my wife about it and they?d lose their jobs. We live in a small village and if word got out that the girls had given sexual favours to a client?s husband it would be likely that they?d lose all their contracts. So they called in to see me the next day to discuss what happened.Sandra, big sis, did most of the talking. She was very apologetic and almost begged me to not tell anyone about it. She said that it had been fun but would it be possible for us all to put it behind us and carry on as if it had never happened. Of course I agreed. I was getting away with it scot-free! And when I said OK Sandra gave me a huge hug and said ?Thank you, you?re a lovely man!?So things are back to normal now. The girls come every Wednesday and clean and I?m out of my bandages. There was a brief period after the event when we were all a little subdued with each other, but gradually the little innuendos have started to creep back between me and Sandra and Julie seems to have come out of her shell a little bit too. I don?t think I?m ever going to risk a threesome with the girls-the last time scared us all a bit, but I?m convinced that now Sandra has seen the size of my cock she?d like to try it out and see what she?s been missing all these years!Watch this space!