James walked in the door with a plan. At least maybe half of one. He could call around to shelters and see who could take a case like Dolly. Maybe check the missing person's reports. Sipping on the tea he'd gotten at the coffee shop, he was a little surprised to find the living room and kitchen area empty. He strode down the short hall to the bedroom, not really paying attention to the running washer and dryer. He found his wife lying back on the bed, legs crooked over the side, passed out.

"Hello, sir," said Dolly, standing to the side of the bed. 

He blinked at her nude form, and looking back at Claire, said, "Please put something on, Dolly."

"What would you like me to put on, sir?" she asked.

"Uh, uh." It took him a sec to process the question. "The sweats and t-shirt from earlier."

"Yes, sir," Dolly said, going back into the bathroom. James stared at the blissed-out expression on his wife's face until Dolly came back in.

"What were you two doing?"

"I started the laundry, and dusted, and we took a shower," replied Dolly.

"Wait, you both showered?" James furrowed his brow. "Like, together?"

"Yes, sir," said Dolly apprehensively. "Please don't be angry, sir."

"I... no, not angry, just surprised," said James. "Just, surprised." He looked down at his wife, back up to Dolly, and smiled. "Not problem at all." He decided to hold off on calling anyone until Claire was awake again.

Claire pulled herself out of her stupor slowly, luxuriating the pleasant, drowsy afterglow of the shower. She hummed to herself as she slid off the bed, catching herself as she slid off. She walked out to the living room to find James at his laptop and Dolly on the couch. The laundry was still running.

"You're awake," stated James, noticing her come out.

"Sort of," she replied.

"Is there anything you need, ma'am?" asked Dolly.

"No, no, thank you, Dolly," Claire replied.

"Yeah, you don't need anything more," said James teasingly.

"What?" she responded.

"Have a good shower?" he asked.

"Dolly!" said Claire sternly, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I didn't know it was a secret!" Dolly shrunk into the couch.

"You're blushing," said James, looking directly at his wife. Claire turned even redder. "What did you two do?" he asked her.

"I took a shower, and Dolly helped me wash my back," she said.

"Helped you, huh?" He smiled. "Weren't you trying to kick her out?"

"Yeah, well, we still need to find out what's going on," Claire stated.

"But she'll stay here while we find out," he said.

"Uh, yeah, sure," Claire said, looking between her husband and the contrite blonde. "She's... uh, useful."

"Thank you, ma'am." Dolly brightened a little.

Claire moved to the couch as James turned back to the laptop. She looked around the apartment. "Well, now I have nothing to do," she said. "You did it all, Dolly."

"Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am, I didn't..." Dolly started.

"Don't apologize, Dolly," Claire said, cutting her off. "Thank you. Thank you for all that you've done."

"Oh, it's my pleasure, ma'am!" Dolly said enthusiastically.

The dinner that Dolly prepared, a simple, hand-made pasta with tomato sauce and a light salad, was much better than James and Claire were used to coming from their kitchen. The microwave got plenty of use, and Dolly was horrified when Claire went to put something in it as dinnertime approached.

After eating, James and Claire went to the couch, settling in for Netflix and chill. Dolly got them each a drink, wine for Claire and a beer for James. She knelt in front of them before Claire patted next to herself on the couch, which brought out a "Thank you, ma'am!" as Dolly took the spot.

The sleeping arrangements were hashed out, with Claire trying to kick James to the couch, which brought loud protestations from Dolly. Claire backed down and let Dolly sleep there instead. After tossing some blankets and a pillow Dolly's way, the couple walked into the bedroom.

"OK, Claire, what are we going to do?" James asked as soon as the door was shut.

"We find out where she belongs," said Claire.

"I showed you the site," he replied.

"That's all bullshit," she said. "She has to have a home. A place to go. Family or friends or something."

"How do we find out? I can't search up 'Dolly missing'. We'll get thousands of hits on people looking for their kid's dolls."

"I don't know. I guess we keep trying to get in touch with Janet."

"And what, Dolly stays here while we do?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said. "No sex though."

"But, last night, and the shower today..." he started.

"I don't know, maybe," she replied. "If we both want to. Same rules. No sex with her otherwise." She grabbed his dick. "And don't even think about getting hard around her unless we're both playing."

He laughed. "Like I can control that." Looking at her stern face, he said, "I'll do my best. Use the ice up or something."

That settled, they both started getting ready for bed.

The next day, Claire's work was hell. Her manager came down on her for mistakes on two loans, but neither was her fault. Her only recourse was to defend herself by tracking down the guilty party and throwing him under the bus. She'd spent over an hour with one bitchy client, working through terms and legal documents. And, even better, her work announced a re-organization. With all the other crap that happened, she was ready for a long soak in the tub with a bottle of chardonnay. Unlocking and walking in the door, she was startled by Dolly running to curtsey in front of her.

"Welcome home, ma'am!" Dolly gushed. "May I get you something?"

"Hello, Dolly," said Claire. "No, nothing." She smiled at the blonde, who was still bent down deeply. Claire kicked off her shoes and sighed. Heading to the couch, she dropped her purse on the end table and slumped down to be sucked in by the cushions. She brought her right foot up and started rubbing the bottom. "Damn shoes."

"Let me, ma'am," said Dolly, gently but insistently pulling on Claire's foot. 

"Wait, no," stammered Claire.

"Please, ma'am," Dolly pleaded.

Claire relented and pulled her hands away. It only took a moment of work from Dolly for Claire to start humming.

"You're really good at that, Dolly," said Claire.

"Thank you, ma'am," said Dolly, smiling shyly. She started pressing her thumb onto specific points on Claire's foot and up her calf, eliciting a pleasant moan. Claire felt little tingles up her leg that ended between her thighs. Dolly switched to the other foot, did the same thing, and had the same result. Claire found herself a damp and more than a little horny.

"Damn," she said, looking at the clock. "Hours yet."

"Ma'am?" asked Dolly.

"Till James is home." Claire sighed. "He'll said he'd be late today. And I'm all worked up. That was great, Dolly."

"Oh, thank you, ma'am!" gushed Dolly. "Would you like me to massage your back?"

"Mmm? Oh, no Dolly, you don't have to," said Claire, shaking her head.

"It's no problem, ma'am," replied Dolly. "Please lie down and take off your blouse."

"No, really, Dolly," said Claire.

"It's my pleasure, ma'am," Dolly said, moving to get at Claire's neck. A few deep rubs along the hard muscles melted Claire into the couch.

"Damn, that's good," said Claire as she sank further into the cushions.

"Please lie down, ma'am."

Claire relented, taking off her suit jacket and blouse before lying down on her stomach. Dolly went into the bedroom and came out with the massage oils. After unhooking Claire's bra, she selected a bottle and opened it. A fresh rosemary scent drifted through the living room, and the oil was cool on Claire's back. Dolly's hands quickly warmed it as they rubbed along Claire's spine and around the tight muscles under her shoulder blades. Claire sighed in pleasure.

After kneading out the tense knots in Claire's back, Dolly started pressing her thumbs on specific points. Claire felt the tingles again, moving around her body to concentrate in her crotch. Quickly her panties were soaked.

"OK, Dolly, that's good," said Claire, getting her arms under her to push up.

"Doesn't ma'am want me to finish?" asked Dolly, sounding a little disappointed.

"What's finishing?" replied Claire.

"Ma'am still has her legs and butt to do, before doing her front, and then making sure she is satisfied," said Dolly softly.

"Uh, satisfied?" asked Claire. "What's that mean?" She guessed, but she wanted to hear it.

"Making sure ma'am climaxes," Dolly replied, keeping her voice low.

"Oh, no, it's OK, Dolly," said Claire as she slowly shifted into a sitting position, relaxed and glowing. "Not without James here." She hooked her bra back in place. "He'll be home soon."

"Oh, OK ma'am." Dolly looked dejected.

"No," Claire said, hesitating. She sighed. "Dolly, that was great!"

Dolly perked up a little. "Thank you, ma'am. Is there anything else that you need?"

Claire looked at Dolly, considering what to do. Seconds passed before she decided. "A glass of wine would be wonderful, Dolly."

"Yes, ma'am," Dolly said, brightening up as she stood. "White or red, ma'am?"

"Chardonnay," replied Claire. "There's an open bottle in the fridge."

Dolly went into the kitchen and quickly came back with a glass full of yellow liquid. Claire took a sip and smiled at Dolly.

"Thank you."

"Oh, you're welcome, ma'am."

Claire settled into the couch. She felt hands begin working in her neck and shoulders again, with thumbs hitting specific points. She didn't stop them. A few more pressure points later she was on her stomach, letting the hands roam her still naked back. A few more pressure points, and her pants hit the floor. Her fuzzy mind tried to justify letting those amazing hands work further up between her legs. She couldn't deny her wetness.

"He wouldn't know," Dolly explained. "I could help you with your need, ma'am."

"But I would," Claire mumbled into the couch cushions. "Please, stop."

"Yes, ma'am." Dolly sounded disappointed.

Her mind still fogged, Claire lay quietly on the couch, contemplating using her own hands to get off. Something that Dolly had done had made Claire's libido go into overdrive, sorely tempting her to take Dolly up on the offer. She didn't give in. But plans for the night ahead starting flying through her mind. She slowly sat up and dressed, realizing she didn't want to be caught.

James chose that moment to walk in the front door. As he set his things down on the small table, he noticed the blissed out expression on Claire's face, recognizing an undercurrent of blazing need.

"Hi, honey. What's on your mind?" James smiled.

"Hi, lover. I was thinking we needed have Dolly teach us another lesson," said Claire.

"You mean we need to teach her a lesson, right?"

"I am able to do either, sir and ma'am," interjected Dolly.

"Of course you are, Dolly." James' grin hurt it stretched so wide. "I brought Thai. Let's eat, then play." James pointed at the bag of food on the table. Claire stumbled over, and Dolly stood by the table. James passed out the three containers.

"Spicy basil chicken," moaned Claire, taking the first bite with pleasure.

"Let me get plates," said James.

"Oh, no sir," said Dolly, beating him into the kitchen. She grabbed two.

"Please get yourself one, too," said James.

"Oh, sir, I couldn't..."

"You can and you will," said James sternly. "Sit." He pointed at a chair. "Eat." He pushed a container over to it.

"Thank you, sir," said Dolly, bowing her head. "I am honored." She sat and handed out the plates. She didn't move as Claire and James plopped food from their containers onto their plates.

"You can eat now," said James as he went for the rice.

"Oh, no sir, that would be..."

"Now."

"Yes, sir," said Dolly, picking up a fork. "Thank you sir." She kept her head bowed as she filled her plate.

"Spicy basil, like Claire," said James. Claire was too busy stuffing her face to say anything, but she nodded in support of her husband. "I hope you like it."

"Of course, sir," said Dolly. "I like what I am told to."

"No, no, you can like whatever you want to," said James, a little puzzled.

"Thank you, sir," said Dolly softly. "Should I like spicy basil?"

James sighed, exasperated. "Yes, Dolly, like it. Eat it."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir!" She daintily ate her food.

After a bit, with all three finished, Dolly insisted on cleaning up while James and Claire went into the bedroom to prepare. The heat that had tapered off during dinner began to rise again as they both went to the bedroom and dressed in their outfits for the evening. 

"You look hot," said James.

"So do you," Claire replied, running a hand down James' leather clad thigh. She reached up to pull him into a deep kiss.

"Dolly, what are you wearing tonight?" 

"Whatever sir and ma'am want," she responded. 

Claire chuckled. "Funny that the two of us need to be more assertive."

James looked over at Dolly. "How about a lace teddy? Have one of those?" 

"Of course, sir," said Dolly, leaning over at the waist to give a good show while she looked into her bag.

"Damn," whispered James, getting an eyeful.

"Hey, I'm right here," said Claire. "We're just playing with her."

"Right, hon," said James, smiling sheepishly and kissing Claire. "I know." He turned to the closet. "We need to grab a few things." He pulled out handcuffs, a blindfold, and a riding crop. 

"Ooh, good choices," said Claire, reaching out for the crop.

James turned to Dolly. "Here, Dolly." He took one of her wrists, pulled it behind her back, and attached it to the other wrist with the cuffs. "Up on the bed." James gestured to her, and Dolly climbed up. "On your knees," he said, and she sat back on her heels with perfect posture. 

"Perfect," said Claire, and lightly whacked Dolly on her breast. "Here you are, you little bitch," Claire murmured while she hit Dolly on the other breast, "in my house," another thwack, "on our bed," another stroke, "getting my husband all worked up," one more switch, "like a naughty little slut." She handed the crop over to James, then reached down to rub her hand on his hardness. "Your turn."

"Ass high, Dolly," he said. Dolly leaned forward onto her shoulders and raised her ass up, face turned so she could breathe. James struck her, leaving a red welt on her thigh. "That's what you get," he struck again, this time up on her ass, "for coming in here," he switched to smacking with his hand, "and getting me all worked up in front of my wife!" 

"Yes ma'am! Yes, sir!" Dolly cried out.

Claire took the crop back and presented the leather end to Dolly's lips. "Kiss it!" she said, and Dolly did. She alternated with James, lightly smacking with the crop while he used his hand. When Dolly's ass and thighs were a pleasant red and her desire was plain on her lower lips, Claire leaned in and smashed her face against James' in an intense kiss. "Oh fuck, this is fire," she breathed.

James pulled down his pants and unsnapped the bottom of Claire's teddy. He pulled her up with strong arms, her legs wrapping around him, as he slid his length into her. His member seated easily in her wet velvety depths, and he smiled. It took only a minute for them to reach a brutal rhythm, pounding hard and fast. Her arousal from earlier was back in full force, and she clenched around him quickly, a staccato "Oh! Oh! Oh!" leading to a long moan as she released around him. He quickly followed, bursting deep inside her, groaning his satisfaction.

They tumbled onto the bed, nearly hitting Dolly but managing to miss as they twisted together on their sides. Dolly turned her head from one side to the other to look at them. "Sir and ma'am enjoying themselves?" Both nodded, still satisfied and glowing from their coupling. "If I may, please?" She held up her cuffed hands.

James hummed as he grabbed the key. "Hurt too much, Dolly?"

"No, sir, please, sir," she said as he unlocked the cuffs. "Ma'am needs a little help." 

James looked at her quizzically as Dolly rolled Claire to lay on her front.

"Um, what?" said Claire, then Dolly started pressing the various points on her back, thighs, calves and feet. By the time she reached Claire's ass, Claire was all ready to go again, leaking onto the sheets. "Shit, you're good," Claire breathed, as Dolly turned her onto her back. Dolly continued pressing points on Claire, this time on her breasts and stomach, working towards Claire's crotch. "Wait, Dolly, I..."

"Shh," said Dolly, holding a finger to Claire's lips. "He's not ready yet, ma'am." She pointed at James' member, obviously not hard though it was twitching. Dolly spread Claire's legs and met only flaccid resistance, placing each wide to gain access to Claire's dripping pussy. Dolly leaned in and Claire found her resolve, placing her hands on Dolly's head and pressing to stop her from continuing. 

"Dolly, no, I'm not, not like that," Claire said. 

"But ma'am needs this," said Dolly, and pressed a few more points on Claire. She moaned and collapsed, her arms nerveless and no longer able to hold Dolly back. When Dolly's tongue met her nether lips and started working, Claire forgot that she wanted to stop this. She felt Dolly's mouth bring her up to crest, and then Dolly expertly held her on the edge. Each time she thought she would release, Dolly would back off just enough to keep her wanton and needy. James stood back, trying desperately to get hard, but he had spent himself and knew that it still would be a while. Watching his new... maid? lover? ... work on his wife was one of the hottest things he'd seen. Then Dolly pressed a few more points and sucked just right. Claire crashed over the edge into the hardest orgasm she'd ever had, bouncing up off the bed, arching her back and crying out her release. James found that maybe he wasn't as wiped out as he'd thought, his dick now solid and rising out in front of him. 

"Dolly, move," he said, and the woman did. He slid again into his wife, who was recovering.

"Wait, sensitive," she said. He leaned back, giving her a little time.

Dolly leaned over Claire's torso. "Please, let me help with that," she said, and started pressing her thumbs into spots on Claire again. Up her neck and onto her head, down her breasts and over her stomach Dolly worked, and quickly Claire was creaming the sheets. 

"Oh god, hurry up," she said, grabbing James' ass and helping set a fast rhythm. He lasted longer this time, but seemingly with Dolly's help, Claire kept cresting and recovering more quickly than she would normally. James' finally lost it in Claire's slick, quivering walls and exploded deep in his wife, groaning out his own release.

They all collapsed, tangled on the bed. Claire was facing James in his arms, and looking over her he saw Dolly looking at him needfully. "Dolly, play with yourself." She smiled in relief as she started. Claire turned to look, and they both watched Dolly work herself to the edge. 

"Please, sir, may I?" she asked plaintively.

"Cum, Dolly," he ordered.

She screamed as she came around her hand. Both Claire and James' watched, fascinated. 

The next morning, as her alarm went off, Claire woke up to find them all tangled up on the bed again. As she turned off the alarm, Dolly came awake.

"Oh, sorry, ma'am, let me get up and get started!" She popped out of bed and quickly dressed in the sweats and t-shirt. 

"It's okay, Dolly," said Claire as she herself slipped out of bed. "Let me get dressed..."

"Of course, ma'am. I'll have coffee ready in a few minutes and breakfast after that." Dolly launched out of the room.

James woke with the sounds of the women and turned to look at his wife. "You're not angry she slept in our bed?"

"Well, kind of late for that now," said Claire. "We'll talk again about it after work."

"Okay," said James, slipping out of bed. He grabbed boxers to dress in, then headed into the bathroom with Claire. They brushed their teeth and dressed, then came out to the smell of coffee and bacon. 

"I hope I chose well for breakfast, sir and ma'am. The pancakes are still cooking," Dolly said as she flipped them over in the pan.

"Yes, Dolly, you did," said James. "I'm starving after that workout last night." 

"Truth," said Claire as she went to get her coffee.

"Ma'am, please let me," said Dolly, who grabbed the carafe and let Claire sit before pouring some. She already had cream and sugar on the table.

Claire shook her head and said, "I shouldn't get used to this. Dolly, we'll have a conversation after I'm back from work."

"Yes, ma'am," Dolly responded. She placed the pancakes on two plates along with bacon and put them in front of the couple. 

James asked, "Where's yours?"

Dolly answered, "I'll eat once sir and ma'am are done." 

James sighed and poured the syrup on his food. Claire shook her head and said, "Dolly, you can eat with us."

"Is ma'am sure?" said Dolly.

"Yes, please sit and eat," replied Claire, pointing at one of the empty seats.

"Yes, ma'am," said Dolly contritely, placing a plate for herself on the table and getting a pancake.

James mopped up the rest of his syrup with the last of his pancakes and stood up.

"That was quick," said Claire.

"Yeah, need to go," he said.

Claire raised her eyebrow at James. "Yeah, another long day," he said.

"Is there anything you'd like me to do while you're out?" asked Dolly.

"I... wait. James, do you really have to? I thought you were working from home today." Claire asked.

"Yes, I have to," he said as he headed into the bedroom to get ready.

Claire sighed. "Okay, Dolly, just clean up and..." She looked around. "Everything is already done around here, isn't it?"

"I can keep myself busy, ma'am." 

"Yes, okay," said Claire. "Well, I've got to get ready too." She finished up her own plate and headed into the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Claire looked at James as he finished dressing in his dress shirt and pants. "We need to find out what to do with Dolly. We didn't really yesterday."

"Yeah, we can when we're home tonight." He smiled at her. "Not let her get us distracted."

"It was a fun distraction, though," she laughed. "Yeah, we'll have to make sure we don't give in tonight."

"Okay," he said. "I've gotta run. Love you!"

"Love you too." He dashed out the door. Claire sighed, and as she finished dressing herself and left, she noted that Dolly was busy in the kitchen cleaning up from breakfast.