We ordered our “Happy Maid” more or less out of a whim. Because, you know, everybody had one. Our ne
We ordered our “Happy Maid” more or less out of a whim. Because, you know, everybody had one. Our new neighbours across the street had one, our friends around the block had one… even the old couple in that tiny house next to the store had one. It’s fashionable right now to have one. The thing spread like… like… a virus. A very neat advertised virus. And why not? It seemed like the solution to so many problems: No more housework, no more cooking. We are a progressive society, right? Women are supposed to have careers. I sure had planned to have one. I hadn’t even turned 30 and Dave was a few years older. We both wanted careers and no one wanted to bother with housework. Why not ordering a “Happy Maid”?The girl we got was the Asian looking type. They have all kinds of Maids, you can choose them in the catalogue. I am not sure if Dave chose her, or we just got a random model. I am sorry, I shouldn’t talk about the girl as if she was a thing, but, you know, she did certainly not behave like a human. She was … like part robot, part human. She frightened me right from the beginning. Always smiling, always charming. And so … perfect. In every thing she did. On the first day, she memorized all of our favourite dishes and the whole routine in the house. From the second day on, it was like having one of these butlers at the house, how they describe them in the movies or in 19th century novels: They know everything you want before you know it yourself.It was perfect. It really was.The Happy Maid made breakfast, she made our lunch boxes, she prepared dinner before I came home. She was cleaning, washing, ironing… she took the whole household single handedly. I still have no clue how she did it.I focused on my career. And first, it went great.Then something happened. I made mistakes. I started to slip. I had always been a model of preparation and concentration, I was a very structured and calm manager, but somehow these mistakes crept in, and they cost the company dearly. I had been vying for promotion, but it was soon clear that I had to cancel that hope. I had to be lucky even to stay on board.Instead I had these … these dreams. About sucking off my boss. About seducing my colleague. In one dream I walked to the IT section, closed the door with a key and asked the guys in the room to gang bang me. I often woke panting and, I admit, wet. The dreams made it even more difficult to concentrate at work. And I had no clue where they were coming from.At the same time, Dave changed. He seemed to loose his sexual appetite. Well, at least - with me. I caught his looks, staring at our Happy Maid. He started ogling her, every time she stepped into the room. As time went by, she started flirting back. I am sure she did. She did cast him glances and the like. Showed some cleavage, started to dress differently. I should have been jealous, I should have been outraged, but I … I wasn’t. Somehow I wasn’t at all. I felt numb, somhow. Dazed. Caught in my own sexual dreams.It was all there. The signs were all there. I saw his bulge when she made breakfast. Dave started to stare at her, openly, without shame. She smiled at him and blew him kisses. And I sat next to him and … smiled. Thinking of going to work and watch all my male co-workers get a bulge like this when I enter the room. He was my husband! And I didn’t care. I still don’t know how… although yes, yes, of course, I know. Don’t I? Now I know…Things got worse from there. The Happy Maid served us breakfast, dressed like a whore. Caressing my husband’s cheeks ever so lightly and whispering “Do you wish me to suck your cock, Sir?”. And Dave said yes. So the Asian girl kneeled in front of him and gave him a blow job. I just sat there and looked at them, with a distant and engrossed fascination. I noticed how skilled she was, and how much I could learn from her. So I watched. Watched her sucking, slurping, smiling, and swallowing my husband’s load. Then licking his member clean, putting it back into his pants, in a careful, tidy motion, just as she was putting stuff into our drawers, patting my husband’s crotch gently and affectionate and telling him to go to work. I struck me that he was probably fucking her for a while now, in secret, behind my back first, and I hadn’t noticed at all. She stood up, straightening her clothes. There was not a single spot or stain on her body, indicating what she just had done. She was, as in all other things, perfect. And she asked me if I wanted more tea.I nodded.That evening, she climed on the sofa, butt high in the air, and asked Dave to fuck her. He complied, happily. And I watched, again, as in the morning, in a dazed, happy and engrossed state. Taking notes in my mind on how to improve my sluttiness, once my boss would ask me into his room. I think my hand slid into my panties and I fingered myself, watching them, but Dave didn’t even notice. He was completely infatuated with our Happy Maid. But she… she noticed. She smiled at me. It should have freaked me out, but it just encouraged me.From that day on, there were no boundaries between Dave and the girl. They fucked everywhere in the house, openly. A lot. She gave him a handjob under the shower, a tit fuck or a good sucking at the breakfast table. A ‘farewell hand job’ before he left for work. They sometimes woke me up at night moaning and screaming. I dimly wondered where Dave suddenly got his energy from. He was never the type who could manage intercourse three times in a row. Now he seemed capable of getting hard and getting off just anywhere, anyplace, anytime.I realized that I didn’t love Dave anymore. I did not have any feelings for him. I had to concentrate on myself. I had saved my job - barely. By indeed sucking my boss under his table and using all the skills the Maid had taught me while I was watching her sucking off my husband. I soon realized that the nature of my “job” had changed now, though. I still sat at the computer, but it was all just for show. My job was sitting idly and waiting for somebody to call me over and serve him.It’s the best job I ever had.I soon decided that while I was sitting there, doing nothing, I could as well improve my knowledge and started to watch porn. My co workers soon started to send me clips so that I would know exactly what they expected of me. It was all so exciting.Then, yesterday, I came home late. feeling dry cum on my thighs, on my tits, on my cheeks. Smiling. It had been a very successful day at work. The Asian girl waited for me in her kitchen … no… my kitchen … or was it?She smiled at me, ordered me to sit and caressed my face. She is such a sweetheart. I know she will take good care of Dave.Then she looked at me with those dark eyes. “You turned out well”, she whispered. “I did not expect the drops in your tea to take effect so immediatly and so strongly.” I nodded, although her voice sounded very distant and I was not really sure what she was talking about. “You are a natural”, she added. “You will be very happy when they train you.”“Train me?”, I replied.“Yes. Tomorrow, they will come and take you with them. Then your real training begins. Apparently they plan new batch of products. A completely new line. The Happy Office Slut. Isn’t that exciting?” She beamed. I just had to smile with her, because, yes, it did sound very exciting, although I still wasn’t sure what she was talking about.“You will be one of the first batch”, she told me. “Then Sir can marry me, and I will fuck him every day!”I smiled at her. “That sounds great!”, I said.She put a cup of tea in front of me. “Now drink up”, she said.I must have fallen asleep. It’s morning now, and I write all of this down in my diary. Not all of it makes sense, but maybe some will for another reader. I just saw a white van parking in front of our lawn. They are coming to fetch me. And train me.I am so excited!*****************************************This is a short story based on my “Choose Your Own Adventure” Happy Maid on CHYOA. You can find the whole thing here and play the whole story as “the housewife”: https://chyoa.com/story/Happy-Maid.8800 -- source link