Tania accidentally broke her broomstick. It was an old thing and barely worked, but it helped to clean around the house, and the house was a starting to become a mess. So she asked her husband to get a new one on his way back from work.

And he did.

But the thing that he brought was oddly shaped, it was ribbed and wasn’t exactly straight, making it awkward to grab and hold.

Tania told him so and asked where he got such a weird thing.

“Just a guy on the street, was giving them away,” he said as he packed his bags.

“You could have bought a normal one,” Tania kept dropping the thing as she tried to make sense of the oddly shaped broom.

“Yeah, but I barely had any time, and besides, this one was free!” He said with a tired laugh, “look, you can get a new one while I’m out or you can wait for a whole month for me to get a new one after I come back,” he gave her a peck on her lips, “I know it’s… well… not ideal, but it works? Right? We can make do for now.”

Tania sighed and hugged him but remarked, “I, I can make do for now. I’ll miss you.” She said and kissed his neck.

“I‘ll miss you too.” He said, grabbing his bag and walking out the door, “See you in a month!” He yelled from the taxi as it drove away.

There was a lot to do, she still had to work from home, cook for herself, the house was a mess and there was so much dust, so might as well try using this broom for now, and then tomorrow she could make some time after work to get a new one.

It was hard to grip the thing and it kept slipping off Tania’s hands, and the way it bent always managed to find it’s way to fall right between her legs, and she didn’t understand how, it wasn’t like it was that small. Still it worked, and she made a great work of it, even when the very broomstick kept getting in the way… in the most pleasant way possible.

While it was weird for the hands, for some reason, Tania began to slide it between her legs, and the little bumps and ribbing felt so good. It became a sort of little reward.

Before she realized she had finished cleaning the whole place, and the whole ordeal had left her aroused. At some point she had lost her pants and now she was leaning against the broom, grinding her clit and slit against it, all day it had been teasing her, keeping her on the edge, and now that she finished, she needed more. She needed to cum.

Tania grabbed the broomstick and twisted it, rubbing faster and faster, grinding until she was on the edge, but this time she didn’t need to clean anymore, she could keep going, she closed her eyes and focused on the pleasure.

The stupid broom slipped again from her hands, and it fell to the floor again. She had been so close, she gasped and groaned, looking around the place. It was late, the kitchen’s clock told her it was past 12AM. The house was clean, except for the spot where she had been pleasuring herself.

She groaned as all the exhaustion of the day caught up with her.

“Fuck,” she sighed and decided to leave it for the day, tomorrow she would have to clean all that. Her clothes were strewn around the house, her pants near the stairs, the panties over the couch, her shirt near the kitchen. Another task for tomorrow, she thought and found her way to her room where she collapsed to sleep, still aching between her legs.

The following morning she decided not to log into her computer and work, there was the mess she had to clean up from yesterday, so she started by picking up the broom.

It felt different, not heavier, but… not so difficult to grab. It was like she couldn’t let go of it.

She cleaned the mess she made, the little droplets had dried up and had turned into a stain on the counter and floors, so she started there, using a rag and…

She left the broomstick on the floor.

Tania tried cleaning it, but while the old stains were removed, she noticed there were new droplets already. When had she started grinding again? It felt so good, to ride that broomstick, to rub and keep herself on the edge.

Maybe she could do something else. She could clean another spot, rub a little more, grind a little. More.

Another day went by, cleaning and grinding, an endless cycle of chores and reward.

Another day where she ended up staying on the edge as the clock struck twelve and she stopped, crawling back to bed to sleep with an ever growing heat between her legs.

By Friday she had cleaned every surface around the house twice, and there was nothing left to clean, not even the dried spots of the kitchen, nor the laundry she had folded while she kept the broomstick between her legs. Yet she had not logged a single hour in her computer.

Tania didn’t know what to do now. She couldn’t grab the broomstick now, there was nothing left to clean, and the edges she had were just a reward, she didn’t know why it was like that, but that was the way things were. If there was no cleaning, there was no reward.

An idea popped inside her mind.

If she had nothing to clean, all Tania had to do, was make a mess to clean. But she couldn’t just throw dirt over the floor, no, that didn’t count. It had to be natural, she knew that.

She thought of Alexa, one of her old friends, she lived away in a five minute drive and they used to have a book club together. They hadn’t gone out in months. This was perfect.

Tania invited Alexa for dinner under the pretense of catching up, having a glass of wine, she would cook everything, just the two of them, dinner and a bottle of wine.

Alexa agreed, mostly because she was worried about how overtly eager Tania was about the whole thing.

By six PM, Alexa was greeted by Tania wearing a little white top, black skirt, a white apron over it, and was cleaning her hands with a towel. Alexa couldn’t help but laugh, “you are leaning into this house wife thing a little too hard,” she kissed Tania over the cheek, “you look like a maid.”

Tania nervously returned her laugh, “I am quite enjoying it,” she showed her the way to the table where a whole feast was waiting for her: a whole home cooked, roasted chicken, chickpeas, salad, a whole pay, mashed potatoes, candles, pristine plates and glasses. Everything looked perfect and delicious.

“Damn girl!” Alexa said and took a seat and handed Tania her purse.  “I didn’t know you loved me this much.”

Tania began serving her friend and said, “of course, we haven’t talked in a long time, so I thought of making something special.”

“Thank you,” Alexa said and melted as she tasted her meal, “this is delicious, by the way.”

Tania blushed and sat down, enjoying her own meal. There was moment of silence where they enjoyed the meal, but Tania kept glancing at the hour and to the kitchen where Alexa noted, there was a very weird looking broom.

Alexa took a sip of her wine and cleared her throat, “So, how’s work?”

Tania seemed distracted but shook her head and said, “I, uhm, work?” She tried to think back to the last time she logged in, “well, I, I am thinking of quitting,” she said and looked towards the kitchen again, “I’m thinking of being a full time housewife, you know? Like you said, it suits me.”

Alexa raised her eyebrow, “I didn’t say that… exactly…” it was weird seeing Tania like this, she loved her work and she just seemed anxious now that her husband was away, maybe it was just loneliness?.

She got a slice of pie and said, “Well,” she moaned as she tasted it, “you have really become great at cooking, and if it makes you happy…” Alexa focused on her dessert and raised her glass, “to your happiness.”

Tania rose her glass “and yours too.” She said.

The bottle of wine was gone, it was around nine when they finally finished the meal and were just talking.

“Let me help you clean up,” Alexa offered.

“NO!” Tania said, pulling the plates away from her friend. “I mean, no, no thank you. I got it, I invited you over,” there was that nervous smile again, “I can’t let you do that. You can go ahead and leave, I will take care of everything.”

Alexa shrugged her shoulders and grabbed her keys, “Well, if you say so.” She almost felt like Tania was rushing her out the door.

“Thank you for coming, see you again soon, maybe next week? Bye bye!” Tania closed the door before Alexa could reply.

Then she rushed to the kitchen and grabbed the broomstick, it felt weird being away from it. It felt so good to grab it and start cleaning, just keeping it close, keeping it between her legs. She placed it in a position where she could grind against it as she washed the dishes. She lost her skirt and shirt, naked except for the apron. She rushed around, cleaning, washing, putting away plates. Her only focus was doing her chores before the clock struck twelve, so she could have some time to try and get that elusive orgasm.

Tania was so focused on the moment, on the pleasure, on the chores, that she didn’t notice when the door opened.

“What are you doing?” Alexa said, she was staring at her from the dining room.

Tania didn’t stop, she kept grinding and cleaning, it was the last plate and she was so close, “I- fuck, I am cleaning,” she moaned, “Wha- What are you doing here?”

Alexa took a tentative step forward, she couldn’t stop watching, “I forgot my purse?” Tania had left it in the kitchen, and she didn’t reach for it. Instead, Alexa walked a step closer, enthralled by the look of her friend, her chest glistening with sweat, her tits raising and falling with every ragged breath filled with pleasure, the nipples that were standing and demanding for attention.

And that broomstick, right between her legs, it was so weird, so… she had to…

Alexa grabbed the broomstick and pressed it against her friend’s cunt.

“Fuck!” Tania moaned loudly and dropped the plate she was holding, Alexa managed to catch it.

“I think I understand now.” Alexa said, something was pulling her closer, she couldn’t let go of the broomstick, she pushed it and twisted it against Tania’s clit.

“You make it look so good,” Alexa moaned as she stood behind Tania.

“Please, keep going, ah!” Tania groaned and held to the counter, “I need- I’m so close.”

Alexa leaned in and bit on her neck, “Let me help you,” she said and one hand slid to Tania’s chest pinching her nipples, groping her tits.

“Please!” Tania yelled.

Alexa gripped the broomstick tightly and slid it into her friend’s cunt, pulling her for a kiss as she began to fuck her.

Tania finally understood the weird shape, it was made for this, it was made to fuck her, felt like a cock, felt like it belonged inside her.

And Alexa knew it too.

Tania yelled as the orgasm she had been chasing the whole week finally broke her.

Alexa felt the broom slip from her hand and fall to the floor.

It was 12AM.

She didn’t understand what just happened, but she knew what she had just done.

“I- I’m sorry I didn’t mean- I just…”

Tania turned around and kissed her friend, pushing her to the floor.

“Your turn,” she said, her grip on the broomstick was tight and confident, she quickly undressed her friend, who didn’t fight back.

She kissed her, held her, and the broomstick easily found her way inside.

Alexa moaned as she felt her mind turn and twist with each little bump.

Tania bit her nipples and caressed her, but eventually, the broom slipped from her hands and out of Alexa’s cunt.

“No, please,” she begged, “I was so close.” Alexa panted, feeling that shiver and exhaustion.

“Tomorrow,” Tania told her, “Tomorrow we will see if it chooses to let you cum.”

Alexa whimpered, but she let herself be led to the bedroom, where they both fell asleep, embracing each other.

Alexa didn’t leave the house after that, and a month quickly went by.

When Tania’s husband came back, as he opened the door, he was stunned to find his wife kneeling, naked by the door, and Alexa, her friend, both wearing nothing but a white apron, a maid headdress and that weird broomstick on the floor between them.