My neighbour was looking for a cleaner over the summer while she worked away and, being young, around eighteen, I jumped at the opportunity to help. I needed a job to help fund me through college and this seemed like a convenient option, being that I lived right next door.

On my first day, I arrived early in some baggy jeans and an old sweater, my neighbour Carla, showed where everything was, handed me a list of chores and waved goodbye as she left for work. I got started cleaning the bathrooms and kitchen, then began to work my way down the list of chores.

By midday, I had cleaned most of the house and was nearing the bottom of the list, dusting and hoovering the spare bedroom when I knocked the vacuum against a large wardrobe. The door swung open, revealing a rack of women's clothing, including dresses, garments and costumes, all stored neatly inside.

One outfit immediately caught my attention, creating a sexual urge of curiosity as my fingers unconsciously reached inside and ran across the silky material. It was a sexy french maid's costume with a silky black top and frilly pinkish skirt complete with black lace lining. Hung on the same hanger were some pink fishnet stockings, a pair of silky gloves and matching maids hat.

My tiny, hard penis pressed against my jeans and a hot flush rushed over my body, sending gushes of blood to my head and making me feel incredibly horny and somewhat dizzy at the same time. I glanced around the empty room, double-checking that I was alone; and quickly ripped off my clothing.

Standing naked in front of the wardrobe, I carefully slipped the costume off the hanger and began to step inside the dress, slowly pulling it up over my body, feeling the soft material slid over my naked skin. As I stretched the dress over my ass, I felt an incredible sensation, sliding my arms through the shoulder straps and wriggling my ass.

I could feel the blood running through my body and pumping adrenaline to my heart as it beat heavily in my chest, picking up the fishnet stockings and sliding them up over my legs one by one. 'Oh my god!' I thought, enjoying every second of my transformation. After slipping on the gloves and adjusting the maid's hat, I stepped back and looked at myself in the mirrored wardrobe door.

My pupils dilated at the sight of own sexy figure. 'Was that really me?' I thought, slowly spinning around and admiring my form. I'd always found women attractive, not necessarily wanting to be with them, I just admired their form, the way their bodies looked and the clothing they wore.

My cock was pressing against the skirt, protruding out and ruining the effect. I searched the room, rummaging through a dresser to find a drawer stuffed full of lingerie and underwear garments, pulling out a pair of small black frilly knickers. I slid them on and tried my best to conceal my penis.

Relishing the moment, I continued to clean, enjoying the sensation of being a pretty French maid. Lost in the blissfulness of the situation, smiling at how effeminate I had become, how ladylike I felt and how beautiful I looked in the mirror as I pranced around the room. I didn't even hear the door open as Carla's husband Tim wandered in, standing by the door, watching intently while I fluffed the pillow on the bed. As I turned around, I let out a girlish scream, realising I was no longer alone.

I had been caught. My face was red with embarrassment and I was shaking, completely flustered as I stood frantically trying to cover the tiny bulge tucked under my dress. He stepped forward, saying nothing as he moved closer, sliding his hand under my skirt and tugging my black panties down around my legs with one hand, reaching into his pants with the other. As he pulled his cock out he dropped his pants, grabbing me by the hips and spinning me around, pushing my face down onto the bed.

"If you're going to dress like a girl, then I'm going to treat you like one!" he said in a low husky tone, shifting himself closer towards me. I laid face down on the bed, whimpering, shocked and afraid to move. I could hear him licking and sucking his fingers, trembling at the thought of what was happening and turned on by how overwhelmingly real it was. I flinched in shock as he started sliding his fingers gently around my pink hole, moistening it with his saliva. My body began writhing on the bed as he slowly fingered me.

"Have you ever been fucked like a girl before?" he asked inquisitively.

I turned my head, arching my back as I replied softly, "No, sir, I haven't."

"Good," he replied. "I'm going to make you feel like a real girl, you want that don't you, baby?"

I looked back at him pathetically, a simple and shy look in my eyes, shamelessly nodding at him. He spat on his cock, covering it in saliva and rubbing his spit over the head as he jerked himself harder. I could feel him trying to find his way into my virgin hole, rubbing his cock around my ass and searching for a way inside.

I yelped suddenly, as he slipped the tip of his cock into my tiny pink hole, hearing him let out a deep moan from behind me. My fingers clawed at the bedsheets and my teeth clenched as he began to push the head further inside my tight hole. I writhed on the bed, trying to escape as he forced his cock in further, pressing his weight on top of me.

"Please, it hurts!" I cried out, pleading for him to ease up.

"Every girl says that at first, try to relax, baby, it will feel better soon. I promise." He said, continuing to fuck me slowly from behind.

As he fucked my ass, his sweat and saliva began to moisten my hole, making it easier for him to slide his cock in and out faster. I'd stopped clenching and was trying my best to relax and let go, allowing him to use me freely. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of his groans, imaging being a real girl.

The sex wasn't good, but it didn't hurt anymore. I wanted to engage with what was happening and began to moan like a girl, making feminine sounds to try to encourage him. My fake orgasms caused him instant arousal, clinging to the bed as he grabbed hold of my hips and thrust his cock faster into my ass.

"You love that, don't you, girl!" he grunted hypothetically, pounding his hips against my sweaty ass, the slapping sound echoing around us.

"Yes, baby," I moaned back seductively. "Fuck me like a girl."

I caught a glimpse of us in the mirror, staring at the reflection and watching as he slammed his body against mine, making me bounce off the bed.

"Yes, baby! I know you love that dick!" he groaned. "Take my cock, you sexy slut!" He yelled, ramming his whole body against me and shuddering as he unloaded his balls inside me.

As he collapsed on top of me, I had a realisation of what we had just done. Feeling a sense of feminine power rush to my head. 'I had made him come so easily,' I thought. I felt like such a sexy and empowered feminine slut. I had never made a man come before and the thrill of being able to do it really excited me.

We laid on the bed for a few more minutes, his heavy body crushing me into the duvet while he caught his breath. Then, quickly he jumped up, pulled his cock out of my ass and rushing to pull his pants back up.

"You better clean yourself up!" he said, unemotionally. "My wife will be back soon and I don't want her seeing anything of this shit, do you understand? This is our little secret!"

I rolled over, my panties still tangled between legs, come trickling down my thighs as I looked up at him and nodded. He turned away and walked out of the room leaving me to get dressed and clean up the mess.

The next day, I arrived at the house and headed straight upstairs to the spare bedroom. I felt like I was returning to the scene of a crime, staring at the bed and remembering being fucked like a girl. The thought turned me on, encouraging me to strip off and pull the maids outfit out of the wardrobe.

There were some stains on it but that only made me feel even more slutty as I slipped the dress back on and headed downstairs to start my chores. I spent a few hours prancing around, acting girly and cleaning the house, only to be interrupted by the sound of the front door opening.

Startled, I jumped at the sight of Tim entering the hallway. He wasted no time in slamming the door shut and racing over to me excitedly. He was flustered and seemed incredibly horny, like a dog in heat. He pulled his cock out and dropped his pants around his ankles, then just stared at me expectedly.

"Come on then, girl," I haven't got long. Time for you to do your chores," he said, pointing down at his dick.

I realised what he meant, slowly sinking down to my knees and staring up at him with my innocent eyes. I had never sucked a dick before but I had seen a lot of porn and felt confident I knew what to do. Opening my mouth, I slowly slipped my tongue out and slid my lips over the head of his cock.

He let out a long moan as his cock slid into my wet mouth, wrapping my hands around his shaft and sucking softly with my lips. I ran my tongue around the head and quickly swallowed his cock again, exploring every inch of his manhood, listening to his moans and groans.

"Yes, baby girl, suck my cock like that," he mumbled under his breath as he panted heavily.

I continued to lick and suck, jerking him faster with my hand as he slid in and out of my lips, salivating all over his cock as I dribbled down his shaft. The thrill was returning and I wanted his come. I felt like a slutty whore, energised by the power to control his sexual desires.

Pulling away to catch my breath, I stared up at him continuing to jerk his cock. "Come for me, baby!"

His face contorted and his body tensed, instantly releasing a huge load onto my lips and down my chin. "Fuck!" he moaned, shooting several more loads of come into my eyes and face. I lunged forward, grabbing his trembling cock and sliding it back into my mouth, sucking every last drop.

When he had finished shaking, he pushed me away, quickly pulling his pants back up. I looked pathetic, kneeling on the floor in the hallway, my face covered in his sticky come. He turned away, a look of disgust and regret in his eyes, then spoke softly, "I've got to go back to work, make sure you clean everything up, ok?"

I smiled and nodded, watching as he ran out the door. It was obvious to me now, he couldn't help himself. He didn't want to have these urges, he just couldn't help himself. 'Was I that sexy to him?' I wondered, the idea going to straight to my head and making me feel super sexy and powerful.

The next day, after I had finished my chores, I went and waited in the master bedroom. I had decided to wear a sexy basque under the maid's outfit and then went and laid on the bed. I knew Tim would be back, he couldn't resist it. After a short while, I heard him enter the house, I could hear his heavy footsteps as he walked up the stairs. When he entered the bedroom his eyes lit up. I wriggled around on the bed for a second then stood up and seductively walked over to him.

His cock was bulging in his pants and I could tell I was already turning him on. I walked around and then pushed him back onto the bed, grabbing his pants and yanking them down off his legs. His eyes went wild with excitement as I straddled him, pulling the dress up over my head and revealing the sexy lingerie I had on underneath. He grabbed my ass and started humping, searching for my tiny pink hole.

I slapped his hands away, then quickly slid down between his legs, sucking his cock and covering it in my saliva. My mouth was watering as I slowly ran my tongue up and over the head of his cock, sinking back down and up again. His moans loudly filling the room.

Moving back up, I straddled his legs, reaching down and guiding his cock into my gaping hole. I wanted to show him how sexy I was, prove how helpless he was to resist me. We both knew it was wrong, having sex like this in his wife's bed. I moaned as his cock penetrated me, feeling him raise his hips and thrust deep into my ass.

As we began to fuck, the bedsprings squeaked underneath us. I arched my back and began bouncing on his cock, taking him deeper into my ass, my hands pressed hard against his chest. I was beginning to enjoy the feeling of his cock sliding against my prostate, moaning more honestly as I began to orgasm on top of him.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation, he grabbed my waist and tossed me off him, scurrying to reposition himself behind me. I bent over, pushing my ass up towards him as he desperately rammed his manhood back inside me, making me scream out loud. Seconds later, he began thrusting his whole length inside me furiously, making me yelp as he banged me harder and faster, shaking the whole bed frame.

He grabbed me tightly, ramming his cock into my harder as he furiously fucked me, letting out of the frustrations of his broken marriage. I screamed and moaned as he pounded me into the mattress, the noise of our fucking bellowing loudly throughout the house, drowning out any other sounds.

Suddenly, the bedroom door swung open bashing against the wall and making us both jump. Our heads spun around as we looked in frozen fear at Carla stood screaming in the doorway. "What the fuck!" she shouted, "you fucking asshole! How could you?"

Tim leapt off the bed, pushing me away and launching me into a pathetic slump on the floor. Carla continued to scream and yell at him, ordering him to leave the house. He begged and pleaded for forgiveness but she continued to shout, threatening to call the police if he didn't leave. Reluctantly, he grabbed some clothes and walked out of the house, leaving me alone with his wife.

I felt so exhilarated and my heart was pounding in my chest. I looked like a wreck, slumped on the floor, just like so many of the sluts I had seen in porn movies. I tried to downplay my excitement, acting coy and sad as I looked up at her sympathetically.

Carla looked down at me and after a short pause asked, "Did he make you do this?"

I stared back silently. She reached towards me and spoke softly. "I'm so sorry, honey. Please, don't be afraid. It's over now."

She helped me up onto the bed and wrapped me in a blanket. Inside, I was smiling from ear to ear. She thought I was completely innocent, that none of this was my fault, that I had somehow been coerced into sex. The feeling of power was intoxicating. I'd been fucking her husband behind her back and she was clueless!

"There, there," she said, rubbing my shoulders. "It's ok now."

I nestled into her bosom, a cheeky grin on my face as I revelled in the realisation that I had become a sissy homewrecker.