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to start cooking our dinner. Mr. Smythe will be home soon, Cissie, so don't take long.

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I kept my eyes closed as I slowly said, "Yes, Ma'am" obediently. Fortunately Cindy walked away to go check on her baby, so I was mercifully left alone to clean my sheets. I took a hot shower and dressed in my uniform before hurrying to the kitchen to start dinner.

I tied on a pale pink latex apron and dutifully began preparing dinner. I noticed that I wasn't particularly unhappy once I began my work, even after the upsetting scene in my room. I hummed a tune while I chopped vegetables and began cooking Mr. and Mrs. Smythe's dinner. In some ways, it was a picture of domestic bliss. I was like a happy little homemaker who just loved to tie on her apron to cook and serve.

After I served the couple a nice grilled swordfish dinner, Cindy sent me off to the kitchen to deal with the dirty dishes. Frank and Cindy walked into the kitchen casually and hung around watching me work. They kissed and flirted with each other as I stood at the sink scrubbing messy pots and pans.

Just before dinner I had dressed Cindy in loose, easy silk trousers, strappy gold sandals, and an organza shirt tied up to show her midriff. The outfit was particularly alluring because Cindy was braless under the pretty shirt, and because the trousers were just sheer enough to barely show the softly-colored paisley Ungaro panties she wore underneath.

Frank kept grabbing at Cindy's sexy bottom through her filmy pants, so I guess her layering strategy was working as planned. I was so used to them fooling around with each other now that I didn't always get jealous anymore.

I laughed with them as Frank chased Cindy around the kitchen, grabbing at her pretty ass. I realized for the first time that I was happy she had a lover to satisfy her in bed at night. It was a shocking thought, but I knew it was true. I could serve her and wait on her endlessly, but a sissy like me would have been frustrating and useless to her in bed. And since I truly loved her, I guess I wanted her to be happy, even if I wasn't included in her most meaningful intimate life.

As Frank gave up his chase for the moment, Cindy began to tease me about my sexual sissiness. Luckily, she alluded to what I had done in my little bed with vague words and whispered anything truly embarrassing in my ear so Frank wouldn't hear. Frank just expressed the mild, bemused interest he had for all his wife's antics with me.

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The intensely personal services I performed for Cindy in her bedroom remained a secret only she and I shared, however. In spite of everything, I had a sense of pride knowing that, unknown to him, Cindy's husband had reason to be a little jealous of me!

That evening I was intrigued as I walked by the master suite and heard Cindy moaning with pleasure as her husband made love to her. Cindy's desire went in streaks it seemed -sometimes she wouldn't make love for days, but other times she couldn't seem to get enough! I giggled and shook my head, more amused than jealous.

Dutifully, I went about my housework and child care quietly, so lovely Cindy could enjoy an active, satisfying love life without being distracted or disturbed.

OF COURSE, I WOULD HAVE TO PICK UP CINDY'S SHEER PANTS AND pretty paisley underwear off the bedroom floor later. And I'd probably be called in to make the bed while she relaxed and played with her baby. But all of it was a small price to pay if it meant she was content and happy. Anything for Cindy was my motto, of course!

My life was directed to making Cindy's life as perfect, leisurely, and carefree as I knew how. I had an unexpected pride in my position and knew that against all odds I was a very good personal maid.

With my help, Cindy lived a life of feminine luxury and pleasure beyond most women's dreams. And she deserved it -like she deserved everything.

That quick roll of the genetic dice, often so uncaring and merciless, had bestowed upon her a merit beyond merit. She didn't have to do anything; she didn't have to prove anything. Her beauty was it's own reward, and it excused all transgressions.

They say a woman's work is never done --but what about a Maid's!