the cleaner and the kitchen floor

on friday i was still recovering from the club on thursday. i got in very late and had barely closed my eyes when my man friday turned up. he has spare keys and had let himself in, made coffee and was trying to wake me up by squeezing my nipple; apparently hard enough to bring tears to his eyes but not to wake me!
eventually the persistent stroking of my clit had the desired effect. i showered, dressed, undressed and we frolicked. bliss. its so good to have a session with someone you knowwell but havent fucked for a few months as it feels all new.
there are two contributory factors that add to the wrong/rightness of the sex we share; his girlfriend is my cleaner; she steals my used knickers; i ave also slept with man fridays boyfriend but thats another story
i found out about the knickers one awkward night when he tried to engineer a threesome. me, the cleaner and man friday. it was bumpy, funny, wrong and quite hot in different measures. note to mf, german porn doesn't do it for me!
what started out as a up of tea and a natter in the kitchen slid into news of the world territory. he started taking her clothes off and she was wearing a pair of my knickers, the size was way to big for her and i was gobsmacked. this was a regular they told me. using my underwear to get them off....hmmm.
so back to friday and the kitchen floor. mf makes me gush like a fountain, not sure how but like the easter bunny. i don't care, as long as i get the chocolate eggs/mind blowing orgasms why would i? he makes me cum to order and i squirt so much wetness i wonder i don't shrivel up like a prune.
i keep a shower curtainand bath towel under the bed now in an anti swamp move. i have told you what happened to my pc didnt i?
he caught me in the kitchen and we got so hot. i was laughing and trying to squirm away. i knew i would squirt if he touched me and who wants to flood their hand laid wooden floor? apparently me. i came and came and came. the pair of us were sliding around, on the floor, in my cum. picture two landed fish on the deck. his clothes were soaked, my clothes were too. when i stopped laughing i used my jeans to mop up. the intention was to remove the evidence later.
we had a great lunch getting to my house far later than we expected. we were ready to tackle the mess but it was it was sparkling, unusual for a thursday. bugger it wasn't thursday but friday. i had lost a day.
sadly friday is also the day the cleaner comes...