I'm glad you are enjoying this thread . Here is another pic of our cleaner in another of my wife's coats. The cleaner story - 100% true. I like your ideas of what could have happened , especially the idea of her bringing her old man around and fucking her wearing one of my wife's coats. Novel, very novel.Letsrip1 wrote:This is one of the best threads I have seen so far on here. Great links out to the flicker site I loved the photos out there. But this story of the cleaner trying on your wifes expensive clothes whilst she is out, well I find that a hot story line. There she having sweated and toiled around your house and now she fancy's slipping into one of your wifes expensive coats or dresses. The story could go that one day you are out too and so she brings her old man round with her and he gets to fuck her in your wifes clothes and oops he ends up coming over a dress or coat or drops his fag ash on a spunked up part of the dress or coat. So many story lines. Or jealousy creeps in and the cleaner and her old man and a few friends pass around your wifes stuff and wanking into it etc then putting it back in her wardrobe.
Cool, have not been on here for a while but some good pics and stories seem to be turning up. More pics and stories involving your cleaner then?
You aren't a million miles off the truth. One day ,near Christmas, I was working from home. The cleaner asked if she could borrow one of my wife's furs for a special evening out she had been invited to. I knew she wasn't very well off, so I let her borrow it. I was surprised at her request but being the kind person I am, I thought it my good deed. I wonder what she got up to when we weren't at home. When she didn't turn up for work the following week, I was a little concerned. So I rang her, no answer. Rang several times, no answer. went round to her house, and only the old man was in. She'd only moved out and he didn't know where she was. PANIC set in. I can't remember how, but eventually I traced her down. She had moved in with a so called friend who was a drunken drug addict. When she showed me the fur coat, I could have died. I went crazy at her. The fur coat was unwearable. Fag burns in the lining, seams ripped apart, one sleeve hanging off. You would not believe the state of the coat. My cleaner apologized profusely, but had no money to buy a new one. Of course, she lost her job. I can't remember how I got round my wife to explain the disappearance of one of her fur coats? She has several more, so it wasn't too much of a big deal.
Anyway, enjoy the red satin lining.
