Catching the Cleaning Lady

Due to our busy schedules, my wife and I decided to
hire a cleaning company to take care of cleaning the
house. We met with Maria, a slightly plump mexican
lady who must have been about 35. We showed her what
we wanted done, and how it was to be done. Her english
was poor, but she understood our needs, and twice a
week (on Mondays and Thursdays) Maria would come in
her station wagon full of cleaning supplies and clean
the house for us. We were typically at work, and so
left a key under the mat for her to get in. 

At first I was somewhat embarrased about her cleaning
our sheets and undergarments. This especially after we
had had a messy night of sex. But after a while I
became curious about whether she took any notice of
these things. I wondered what she did when she went to
take the sheets off the bed. Did she just grab them
and throw them in the machine without a second glance,
or did she notice the stains, or even wet spots (we
are sometimes early morning love-makers). As my
curiosity grew, so did my desire to find out. I
actually thought about staying home one day and
watching her while pretending to do something else.
But then realized, it would probably make her nervous
and she wouldn't be her relaxed self. I thought about
setting up the camcorder, but then I didn't exactly
want my wife to see it, and besides, Maria cleans
pretty thoroughly and would probably see it and know
what it was. 

I struck upon an idea while browsing the web one day,
and ordered a small camera with a microphone and
wireless receiver. This camera was about the size of a
quarter and was easily mounted behind one of the vents
in the bedroom. The receiver was set up in my loft
where I connected it to a VCR. I tested the whole
setup and was pretty happy with how it worked. I knew
Maria would be coming the following day, and although
I wasn't certain what she would do, I was still
getting excited knowing that I would be seeing her do
something without her knowing I was seeing. That night
we made love, and I pulled out before climaxing and
ejaculated onto the sheet. The next morning before I
left, I turned on all the equipment.

When I returned home that night, I had to wait until
much later before I had the opportunity to view the
tape. I told my wife I would be staying up to do some
work, then after she went to bed, I went to the loft
and rewound the tape. I had to play through quite a
bit of dead tape, but eventually I saw Maria enter the
room. I had the sound turned down low, but heard her
singing one of her religious songs as she entered the
room. She took the hamper from the closet, then came
to the bed and pulled off the covers. My heart was
pounding. What would she do? Part of me expected that
she would simply grab the sheets and throw them in the
hamper. Was I simply a pervert with inane thoughts
that had just wasted money on surveillance equipment? 

Maria picked up the top sheet and held it up to the
light. She threw it in the hamper. Then she pulled up
the bottom sheet, and held it up. She must have seen
the spot on the sheet, because she put it back down
and picked it up in that area. It looked like she was
touching it. She brought it up to her nose. She was
smelling it! She glanced around, even though she knew
she was alone. She brought it up slowly again and I
saw her tongue come out. She was tasting it. This was
amazing! Then quickly, she threw the sheet into the
hamper and did the sign of the cross on herself. I
knew she was a religious lady, as she wore a cross
when I had met her that first time. She must have been
repenting for her "sin". 

We, as people, are never satisfied. I wanted to
capture more footage of Maria. I was intrigued by her.
I was obsessed by her. I ordered more surveillance
equipment and set it up in the different rooms. I set
up a camera in the bathroom as well. I knew she must
use the toilet from time to time. I had to get more
advanced capture equipment since i had multiple
cameras, and ended up being able to record to my hard
disk. This was more convenient as well since I had the
guise of working on the computer. I would eagerly look
forward to Monday and Thursday nights when I could
look at new footage. Most of the time it was pretty
benign, although I did see her sniffing and tasting
the sheets a few more times. She seemed more
comfortable doing it, as though it was becoming
routine. I also saw her sniffing my boxers one time
when she saw them in the hamper. Finally I managed to
capture her in the bathroom. 

She came in, singing once again. Unceremoniously
dropped her pants, pulled down her white cotton
briefs. I caught a glimpse of her black patch of hair
as she sat down to pee. I heard the sounds of her
tinkling as well. Then she pulled off some toilet
paper and wiped her snatch. As she stood up I caught
another glimpse of her pubic hair. She pulled up her
panties and her pants. I found myself extremely turned
on by this everyday activity of hers, and replayed the
sequence several times with my cock growing more rigid
by the second. Finally I had to relieve myself. I
stroked off my cock and ejaculated into my boxer
shorts. I would leave these as a present for her in
the hamper. I also made sure to rub them in my ass
crack to get them nice and stinky. 

The following Thursday, I made sure these boxers were
on top of the load in the hamper. I also made sure to
leave a nice cum stain on the sheets. When I returned
home that night and watched the footage, I found I had
hit pay dirt. Maria came into the room as usual. She
went straight to the bed, and pulled off the covers
and the top sheet. After a quick scan she must have
seen the cum stain. She pulled up the sheet and held
it to her nose. I saw her tongue dart out and taste
it. I had two cameras mounted and was able to see her
from two angles. Her tongue came out again, and then
her one hand went to her crotch, and I could see some
back and forth movement of her hand. She was rubbing
her cunt through her jeans while tasting my dried
semen and my wife's vaginal juices. Needless to say, I
was hard. Her hand motions continued for some time as
she smelled and tasted. Then she evidently decided
that she was sinning, and dropped the sheet and made
the sign of the cross. She opened the hamper to put
the sheets in, and must have seen my underpants. After
a pause, during which she was probably having an
internal struggle, she picked up my shorts and held
them up to her nose. She turned them inside out and
saw my dried cum stain in the shorts. She was
obviously puzzled by this as she looked at it for some
time. Then held it up to her face again. I saw her
tongue come out as she tasted my dirty undergarment.
Once again her hand went to her crotch and she started
rubbing up and down slowly with her hand. Then things
started getting very interesting. She put the boxers
down on the bare mattress, and unbuttoned and unzipped
her jeans. She squirmed as she pushed them down over
her plump hips, revealing her white cotton panties.
These too she removed, and I could now see her black
patch of cunt hair. She lay down on my bed, on the
bare mattress, and I thanked my stars that I had one
of the cameras directly facing the bed. She spread her
plump legs and afforded me a plain view of her swollen
pussy. Then she picked up the boxers and began tasting
them again as her hand went to her crotch. She must
have been very wet, as she plunged two fingers into
her vagina for lubrication, then pulled them out and
started massaging her clitoris. I could see the
slickness on her fingers as they worked expertly on
her swollen clit. She started working faster, and
spread her legs even wider. I could hear her heavy
breathing, and her slight moans. At this point,
obviously, I was stroking my own cock. Maria's fingers
picked up their pace. Every once in a while, she
dipped into her hole for more lubrication. Then her
legs started moving around and twitching as she
entered the throes of her self induced passion. She
pushed her legs down on the bed, forcing her crotch up
off the mattress and climaxed. Her moans were
exquisite! She fell back down to the mattress, spent
from her effort, and lay there for a minute with her
hand on her crotch. Finally she got up and put on her
clothes, crossed herself and continued her work. I
wondered if she had left any of her juices on my
mattress. The spot where she had lain was on my side
of the bed. I wanted desperately to examine that spot.
I had to wait until the next morning after the wife
had left for work. I didn't want any raised eyebrows
from her. When I pulled up the sheets I couldn't see
any visible signs. I went to the spot where her crotch
had been and put my nose to it. Yes, I could smell a
faint odor of her feminine juices. I put my tongue out
and tasted the spot. Then I lay on the bed and brought
myself to an orgasm, lying in the same spot where she
had lain.