0 comments/ 102122 views/ 6 favorites Help Around the House Ch. 1 By: Bob Peale Author's Note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived, it is done so on the basis that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive. This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upsets you, do not read any further. By reading further you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. Honestly, I didn't think it was fair that Terri wanted to go back to work. Sure, I resented giving up my sports car and club membership initially so that she could afford to stay home and raise our daughter, but I also thought that it was important that Emily have one of her parents home. I would have gladly stayed home, but Terri said that she was tired of the rat race, even though she was only a year or so away from partner at the law firm. Now, with Emily barely 3 weeks old, she'd decided that the stress of working everyday was still less than that of raising a child. "Don't get me wrong, Michael; I really do love being a mother. But I just can't sit hear all day watching Emily breathe and feeding on demand. That's not what I went to school for!" "Honey, I understand that you had a bad day; it happens," I said, trying to soothe her. "But you said this is what you wanted." "And now I don't. I'm not even good at this. Hell, you can't negotiate with an infant!" she screamed. "Emily will eventually be old enough to join a play group," I reasoned. "Then you'll have plenty of people to talk to with similar interests?" "Michael, I made $120,000 a year. What the fuck do I have in common with a housewife?" "I don't know. You stayed home; you can't be the only professional who ever made that decision," I offered, trying to calm her down. "Don't you think..." I let the sentence drop. Terri had a look in her eyes that I knew all to well, the look of a woman about to deal a mortal blow. Professional opponents had learned to be wary of it, and usually I went to great pains to steer clear of it when I saw it at home. We were at an impasse, but I knew it wouldn't be for long. She had a trump card up her sleeve. "I know we thought this would be best, but I'm not happy," she said sweetly, walking over to where I was propped against the kitchen counter. "I still want to have an active part in raising Emily; I just need some part time external stimulation. Only 40 hours or so a week." "Terri, 40 hours is not part time!" She refused to let me break her rhythm. "I wouldn't go back to the firm. That's too big a commitment. Bernie said that he knows of a position in house for me as a general counsel with a small telecommunications startup." Oh shit, there it was. Bernie was the managing partner of Terri's old law firm. If she'd been talking to him, there was about a 99.9% chance that this was already decided. Telling, me was just a formality. "Son of a bitch!" I yelled. "That's fucked up. I'm glad we got a chance to discuss this before you made a goddamn decision." I was really pissed. "You wanted to keep your ass home; I fucking rearranged my whole life, stopped traveling, slowed down, so that you could be comfortable. Waste of fucking time!" "Honey calm down," she said softly. "You'll wake Emily. Of course it isn't a done deal. I wouldn't do it if you really didn't want me to." She stood up on her toes and kissed me softly on the lips. "I'd even be able to work from home two days a week, so I could still spend time with Emily. Plus I'd have a staff of fifteen under me; I wouldn't have to work nearly as hard as I used to," she promised, trailing her fingers over my chest. This close, I could smell wine on her breath, a sign that she'd been celebrating. I had one bullet left. "I don't want Emily in daycare. Those places are a breeding ground for germs and bad habits," I said as firmly as I could. "Of course not," she replied seriously. "We'll get a nanny. Someone credentialed who'd live here. My salary will more than cover it." I lapsed into a sullen silence. I really didn't have a credible reason for opposing her return to work, other than the principle of it. Knowing this, and picking up on my tacit surrender, her attitude changed subtly. Winning made her very horny. Sometimes when she'd been on a streak in the courtroom, I wouldn't get any rest for weeks. Teasingly, her hand left my chest, trailing down over my suit coat, and settling on my crotch. Firmly, she massaged my cock through the material of my pants, until it bulged thickly, pulsing steadily as it swelled under her manipulation. "Terri, not now," I said weakly, my head already clouding from arousal. "We still have to settle this." I tried to brush her hand away, but that only made her grip tighter. "Oh, I think we can probably work this out," she said, unzipping my pants and letting my cock spring free. Stroking me to full erection, she added, "Besides, you wouldn't want me to be a 'frustrated' parent, would you?" My mind reeled as I tried vainly to find some flaw in her logic, the steady pumping of my cock making coherent thought all but impossible. "Trust me, it'll work out fine," she assured me, sliding to her knees. Gently, she teased the head of my cock with the tip of her tongue, making slow wet circles around the crown, while she cupped my balls in her hand. I slumped back against the counter, barely able to stand as the pleasure and the pressure started to build. I'd lost this argument, we both knew it; but at least she was a gracious enough winner to make the battle worth my while. Covering my cock head with her mouth, she alternately traced the ridge and worked her tongue into the slit, causing conflicting networks of nerves to stand on end. Every muscle in my body was taut, my cock straining to grow even harder. She increased the suction as she moved her lips along my shaft, relaxing her throat so that she could swallow me whole. Then she would retreat back toward the tip, letting her teeth drag lightly over my cock. I could already feel a helluva cum brewing! When the first drops of precum reached her tongue, she stood up, releasing me. My cock jutted red and angry out in front of me, throbbing from the orgasm that almost was. "Terri," I groaned, my chest pounding heavily. "You can't stop now!" She smiled wickedly. "Can I go back to work?" I was going to burst something if I didn't cum; I was leaking on my suit, sprawled on the countertop. My body trembled, tormented by a breeze coming from somewhere just strong enough to torture my swollen penis. I nodded mutely, silently begging her to finish. "Thank you, sweetie," she said, leaning forward to kiss me, brushing my cock with her hip and sending new tremors through my body. I could taste myself on her lips; my balls tightened painfully as it made me further aroused. With renewed enthusiasm she dropped back to her knees and began sloppily licking the underside of my shaft. I don't know how long I stood there whimpering under the assault before she finally took pity on me and swallowed me deep again, forcing my cock head back into her throat. While she pumped her mouth along my cock, she massaged my balls with one hand and my ass with the other. Involuntarily, I began fucking her face, trying to drive my cock deeper, and she responded by sucking more vigorously. I was so overwhelmed by all of the sensations that I didn't notice that her hand had moved until I felt her finger tentatively probe the rim of my asshole. I wanted to shout, to tell her to stop, but I still couldn't muster the power of speech. Picking up the pace, she sucked me in deeply at the same moment that she worked a finger deep into my ass. I could not have controlled the flood if I tried. Fighting the invasion, my asshole contracted around her finger, which acted like a trigger to let loose a torrent of cum. I screamed deep and long as it poured down her throat, Terri gobbling every stream greedily. My cock grew increasingly more sensitive, until it was virtually on autopilot, the slightest movement causing another spray of cum to shoot out. She let her finger slide out as I dropped to the floor, exhausted. "So, when do you start?" I asked when I could finally speak again. "Oh, not until we find the right nanny," she answered cheerfully. Unfortunately, after 6 weeks we still hadn't found a nanny that both of us liked, but at least we had narrowed our choices down. Most nights (in between feeding, bathing and burping) were spent discussing the pros and cons of various candidates. One night, the telephone interrupted us just as we thought that we might finally be close to settling on one. "Mr. Watson?" a lightly accented female voice asked. "Yes, this is Michael Watson," I replied hesitantly, afraid that I'd just been caught by a telemarketer. "I understand that you are looking for someone to take care of your daughter. If you haven't hired someone, I'd like to interview for the job." "Who are you?" I asked, uncomfortable that this call had come unsolicited. "I apologize, that was rude of me. My name is Kathleen Sinclair." "Well, Ms. Sinclair, what makes you think that you can just call out of the blue and ask for an interview?" "Because I am very good at what I do; some say I'm the best. If you'd like, I could drop off some references. I don't live that far away." She seemed pretty insistent, and I figured that it was easier to let her drop them off, so I agreed. Twenty minutes later, our doorbell rang. I don't know what I was expecting, but Kathleen definitely wasn't it. From her accent, I suspected she was black, but I hadn't really been prepared for her to be so dark. Her skin was a deep, burnished color, like mahogany or dark cherry wood. She was tall, at least 5'10", and athletically slim, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Her dress was light colored, cut across her neck so as not to show cleavage, with a full, pleated bottom that reached below her knees. Although it was fairly warm out, she did not sweat; hell, she didn't even look uncomfortable. Her face was smooth and youthful, with no makeup save a conservative lipstick, and her hair was pulled back tightly in a bun. As if on cue, Emily started to cry, and Kathleen politely brushed past me and went into the family room, where Terri was trying to settle her down. Without asking, she scooped her up out of her carrier and began to murmur soothingly to her. Terri looked at me and I shrugged; what harm could she do? We were both there. "That's a little lady," Kathleen cooed, taking Emily in her arms. Expertly, she massaged the baby, relaxing her, until Emily was a puddle of gurgling contented flesh in her arms. Emily's eyes closed and she settled into a blissful sleep. "She's only going to stay asleep for 15 minutes or so; it looks like we're pretty close to feeding time." Terri and I exchanged surprised looks. How did she know that? She looked at Terri. "Are you nursing?" Terri shook her head. "Then point me toward the bottles!" she said sternly. "In the fridge," Terri said, gesturing toward a doorway that led into the kitchen. "But we can..." "Pahhh." she interrupted, waving Terri off with her free hand as she walked into the kitchen. We heard the fridge open, aaccompanied by a series of noises that indicated that she was preparing the bottle. Throughout the entire exercise, we never heard a peep from Emily. "A little pushy, don't you think?" Terri whispered. "Yeah," I whispered back. "But she's great with Emily." Once Emily was fed and settled in for a nap, we invited Kathleen into the family room. Although her manner wasn't exactly endearing, we were both growing tired of the search. We decided there was nothing to lose by at least interviewing Kathleen, and over the course of the next ninety minutes we learned a great deal about her. Born and raised in Trinidad, she'd left five years ago to get away from a bad marriage. Employment as a live in caregiver allowed her to stay here, with an eye on eventually becoming a citizen. Surprisingly, she was in her mid forties; if we'd had to guess, we would have placed her more like two or three years older than us, around 35. She'd worked for two families since she'd moved here; her current employer, as well as the one before them, was moving out of the area, and she preferred to stay here. "Well, thank you for coming, Ms. Sinclair," I said, standing to indicate that the interview had concluded. "We'll be in touch to let you know our decision." I extended my hand to help her up. She stood without my help. "Thank you for taking the time to see me. Your daughter is lovely," she said, placing her references in my outstretched hand. The other candidates clearly had much better personalities, at least when it came to interacting with us, but there really was no telling how good they were with children. Despite her arrogance, we suspected that Kathleen probably was the most qualified for the job. We decided to let her references make the determination. Surprisingly, they all had nothing but positive things to say about her. We asked specifically about her attitude toward adults. Both couples attributed it to a combination of her being foreign, a little older, and the marriage she had left behind. They talked about how good she was with their children, and how sorry they were to lose her. So Kathleen got the job. She was able to start at the beginning of the month, and Terri went back to work the week after. Having a live-in employee did take some getting used. Ironically, it helped that Kathleen seemed to have no interest in becoming our friend. Her detachment and polite civility made it easier to think of her as a subordinate, which suited all of us fine. Undeniably, Emily absolutely adored her. Within weeks, we noticed that she had grown even-tempered, playful, and easy going. Soon after we relinquished the baby monitor, the night crying dwindled to almost non-existent. And admittedly, it wasn't so bad with Terri back to work. She seemed renewed and enthusiastic. Time spent as a family improved, and our sex life was wonderful; before Emily was born, I got laid once, maybe twice a week. Now, less than four times was a slow week! All in all, the arrangement was working out fine. About six weeks after Kathleen started working for us, I woke up starving. The house was quiet, so I took care not to make any noise as I closed our bedroom door behind me and padded down to the kitchen in my pajama bottoms. While I was making a snack, I heard Emily start to cry, but it stopped before I could reach the stairs, so I went back and finished what I was doing. After I'd cleaned up, I went back upstairs. On a whim, I pushed open the nursery door and peeked in; Emily was sleeping soundly. Although she had separate quarters, there was a door that connected Kathleen's room to the baby's room so that she could attend to her easier. The door was ajar, and I could hear strange sounds coming from within; Kathleen probably thought that the nursery door was shut firmly, when in fact she'd left it slightly ajar also, so I hadn't made any noise when I peeked in.. Moving over to Kathleen's doorway, I had an amazing view of her sprawled out on the bed. Emily did not sleep with a nightlight, so as long as I didn't stand directly in the doorway, Kathleen wouldn't be able to see me, although I could see her fairly well. She was laying there totally nude. In the dim light, her skin looked liquid, her movements causing ripples across the surface. Her tits, not much larger than my fist, were capped with ink black nipples roughly the size of a quarter. As I watched her try to slide a very thin white dildo into her pussy, I felt my cock stir, poking through the fly in my pajamas. She seemed to be having problems getting more than the tip inserted. It was new; the packaging in a crumpled heap next to her. At first I thought she was just teasing herself, but I watched her frustration grow as she tried to work it deeper. She tried everything, from spreading her legs in a wide "V", to lathering the dildo with her tongue, but nothing worked. I guess it had been a long time since she'd been with a man. It looked like her pussy was almost as tight as a virgin's. I could smell her from where I stood, and it made my cock ache. I found myself willing the dildo to slide in farther. Finally, she tossed it aside in irritation and carefully slid her middle finger into her pussy, her palm facing down so she could massage her clit while she fingered herself. He face relaxed noticeably as she rhythmically thrust her finger in and out, the sloppy wet sounds of her finger striking home filling the room. After great effort she was able to add an additional finger, but it was clear that there was not enough room for any more. I should have been appalled; here was this woman fucking herself next door to my sleeping baby daughter, but the truth was, I found this whole scene hot. I reached down and started to stroke my pounding cock, feeling it grow even thicker and harder in my hand. I was matching her pace, when, without warning, she removed her hand and began rolling both of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, stopping only to give them the occasional tug. Her eyes were closed, and her lips parted, her breath coming in ragged, shallow pants. Her pussy glistened in the moonlight, and I could see the bright pink of her inner lips. I pumped my cock in time to her tugging her nipples. Her face, usually severe unless she was talking to Emily, was awash with emotion, and I could see liquid actually dripping out of her slit. Suddenly, she arched her back sharply, keeping hold of her nipples the whole time, thrust her hips forward invitingly, and started to shake violently. I used this opportunity to steal silently back to my room. Help Around the House Ch. 2 *Author's Note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived, it is done so on the basis that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive. This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upsets you, do not read any further. By reading further you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. I climbed into bed and tried to fall asleep, but it was rough going. I could not get comfortable. No matter which way I turned, my cock made it's presence felt, until I couldn't take it anymore. I needed release. Terri was a very active sleeper. Halfway through the night, the covers were always in a heap at the foot of the bed. We'd both started wearing pajamas since Kathleen came to work for us, but to Terri, that translated into an old running t-shirt of mine that stopped mid thigh, and the occasional pair of underwear. Tonight hadn't been an underwear kind of night, and the t-shirt was already up around her waist, leaving her pussy exposed and vulnerable to my plan. Taking care not to wake her, I positioned myself between her legs and began to slowly lick her, starting up around her clit and trailing all the way down her crack. Reversing direction, I lovingly nibbled her clit when I'd reached the top again, using my tongue to tease it roughly while holding it firmly between my teeth. I don't think she was fully awake when she first started mashing her crotch into my face, but I knew she was actively participating once she began trying to hold my head in place with her thighs. She grabbed fistfulls of bedsheet, moaning softly as her excitement built. My cock pressed painfully against the mattress, trapped under my body, growing harder as she coated my tounge thickly with the juice from her pussy. She was usually pretty wet, but I think I probably could have worked a baseball bat in, she was so lubricated. I listened as her moans turned to whimpers, a signal that her orgasm had started. One hand flew to her mouth to stifle a scream as it hit, the other held my mouth steady on her clit. I nibbled furiously, setting of round after round of small orgasms, while her pussy contracted, grabbing for anything to fill it. I obliged by working two fingers into her while I abused her clit with my mouth, and the scream finally broke past her fist. She was too far gone to care who heard; I only hoped that she hadn't woken the baby. After a good cum, Terri purred like a kitten, and right then, she sounded like a lion. However, I wasn't done with her yet. Without saying a word I stood and leaned over her, until I could pull her shirt off. My wife has a fantastic body, even after delivering Emily. Her waist is a flattering width, her hips very full, and her hair dark brown with reddish highlights. Although her hair at times hung long and full almost all the way to her ass, her pubic hair was sparse, so I could easily see her swollen outer lips when she was naked and horny. Right now they were wet and puffy from arousal, and a little red from my fingerfucking. Her clit stuck out like a little cock, straight and thick; I could tell she'd liked her little surprise. She was breathing heavy, her tits moving rapidly, just the right amount of jiggle to make my cock throb. When she pushed them together they could hold my cock tightly between them, but they were not cartoonish or unwieldy. She threatened to have a reduction once she was done having children, but I would fight that tooth and nail. Her nipples were huge, almost as big around as the base of a drinking glass, and bright pink in contrast to her dark hair and ruddy complexion. I could suck on them all night, they were so beautiful. Kneeling between her legs, I rubbed the head of my cock over her clit, then moved it up and down along her slit until it was coated in pussy juice. Her eyes, closed until now, shot open as she realized that the oral assault was just the beginning. I draped each leg over my shoulder so that she was spread wide, and firmly inserted my cockhead between her legs. She bucked a few times in response to this new stimulation, then began easing herself farther on my cock. "Not yet," I whispered, shaking my head and grabbing her hips, holding her in place. I slid her back down until my head was just past her outer lips, and worked myself in and out, her pussy thickly splitting to admit me, and then swelling shut when I removed myself. Her hips gyrated as she got more and more excited, and she closed her eyes to concentrate on her next cum. "Terri, squeeze your nipples. Play with them for me," I asked, visions of Kathleen popping into my head unbidden. I shuddered slightly and slid a little too far in, losing control momentarily. Terri was really getting into this. Her pussy was already sloppy again, and she was pulling on her nipples like they were made of taffy. She'd made do with what I'd given, and was now actively fucking my cockhead, trying to coax out another cum. Suddenly, the visions of Kathleen were pushed aside by visions of Terri manipulating me over going back to work, and I decided to exact my revenge. She'd made me cum so hard I was sore for three day; it was payback time! Without warning, I leaned in, pushing my cock in deeply. She arched sharply, then scissored her legs around my waist and started fucking me frantically. To help her along, I reached under slapped her clit lightly. When the moans started, I grabbed her hands and moved them to her sides while I pulled my hips back until my cock head was once again snugly in the entrance to her pussy. "What are you doing?" she hissed, almost screaming. I smiled cruelly. "What's the matter? A little worked up?" "Michael, this isn't funny!" She sounded near tears. "It sure as hell was a few weeks ago when you did it to me," I said, trying to sound calm. I could feel her pussy gripping my cock head like a vise. I couldn't drag this out to long; I was going to blow soon. She started biting her lip, her eyes darting from side to side, her nipples hard and swollen. I moved down slightly and began sucking one, causing her to squirm even more. "Oh God, Michael, stop it!" I pulled out. "No, stop teasing me! Don't stop fucking me!" I moved to the other nipple, but said nothing. "Oh shit, please! I'll do anything! Please, Michael, fuck me!" Her voice was a near shriek now. I sat up. "I'll tell you what; I'm fair," I said sarcastically. "Two blowjobs everyday for a week, one in the morning, and one before I go to bed, and we've got a deal." I could see that she hated that I had the upper hand, but her lust had her tightly in its grip. "Fine, whatever you say. I'll blow you twice a day," she babbled." "Just please fuck me!" she begged. "Gladly." I said, smirking. Then I stood up. "What are you doing? We had a deal!" "Relax, sweetheart. Get on the floor, ass in the air." Like a dutiful child, she scrambled onto the carpet and got down on her hands and knees. "That's a good girl," I said mockingly. "Now, press your chest to the floor. I want to get at that ass!" In truth, she liked to be fucked in her ass as much as she liked it in her pussy, so she didn't care where I stuck my cock as long as I did it soon. When she was in position, I rubbed my cock along her slit from behind to get it wet, then positioned my cock head on her asshole. She grunted as I slowly applied pressure, but I made sure that I didn't actually enter her. By now, she was out of her mind, rotating her hips, trying to push her ass onto my cock, but I wouldn't let her. I waited until her legs were quivering from the tension, and swiftly pulled my cock back and rammed it into her pussy, moving so fast and so hard that my balls slapped against her ass. She squealed as I hit home, and immediately thrust back, trying to jam as much of my cock into her as possible. On the floor like this, her nipples rubbed roughly against the carpet. I knew it was helping the mood, because her pussy kept tightening, and I knew she was about to blow. I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me, fucking her as hard as I could. "Oh shit Michael, I'm almost there! Put it in my ass!" Always a sucker for a lady in distress, I willfully obliged. Pulling out, I placed the head of my cock back at her asshole, only this time I did enter. But I didn't last long; as soon as my cock was buried into her I lost it, cum splashing hotly inside her wonderful ass. I expected to see it come bubbling out of her throat. I pounded into her ass, reaching under and squeezing her clit. She was no match for the intensity, and I felt her ass clench hard, hard enough to break my cock off, as she came again for the second time that night. She groaned deep in her chest, trying to be quiet and failing miserably, as her body was wracked with wave after wave of pleasure. Finally, I stood up, and she sighed at the feeling of being suddenly empty. She stood shakily to her feet and kissed me. "What the hell brought that on?" I shrugged and smiled sheepishly. "Woke up with a hard on." We took a quick shower and fell soundly asleep, not bothering to put our pajamas back on. The next morning, I shook Terri awake and offered my cock to her, per our agreement. Obligingly, she crawled between my legs and started sucking. What a way to start the morning! Just as I was getting into the blowjob, there was a knock at the bedroom door. Terri tried to get up but I crossed my ankles behind her back to hold her in place, and threw the covers over her. Before she could squirm free I called, "Come in." Kathleen opened the door and my cock immediately got harder. Terri's tits rubbed against my legs as she struggled to keep still. She had my cock buried deep in her throat, her nose pressed into my pubic hair. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't oversleep," Kathleen said icily. Oh shit. Did she hear us last night? Or had she seen me peeking on her? "We're fine, Kathleen, thanks." Her eyes fixed on the mound between my legs, where Terri was busy sucking my cock. I stiffened even more, forcing myself deeper in her mouth. Involuntarily, my hips began to undulate, the fact that Kathleen was watching making me incredibly horny. The way Terri was positioned, I could just barely reach her crotch with my foot. I used my toes to play with her pussy while she sucked on me. The pressure increased, and it was soon very obvious to Kathleen what was going on. At first, her eyes widened in astonishment, but quickly filled with disgust. But I also thought I saw a hint of arousal there. Terrri was fucking my foot hard enough that it was starting to slide into her. Knowing that Kathleen was standing there watching, the mental picture of her masturbating firmly in my mind, was too much. I squeezed my eyes shut an let out a small moan as cum came blasting out of my cock, filling Terri's mouth. Some must have spilled out, because she began licking my balls, which coaxed more cum out. In fact, I came so hard and so long that I never even heard Kathleen close the door and leave. When I'd finally stopped, Terri took one last lick and shimmied up and kissed me hard on the lips. "That was fucked up, but it was hot! It felt so naughty.?" "Hey, we were in our own bedroom." Besides, the more I thought about it, the more I was sure that she'd gotten a little excited watching us. We got ready for work, and didn't say a word downstairs while we ate breakfast. Kathleen fed Emily, and would shoot an evil look over at me periodically, but that was it. I was pretty worthless at work all day. I couldn't concentrate on anything except the sight of Kathleen playing with herself. By lunch, I'd been sitting with a hard on for three hours solid, and knew that my day was shot, so I told my secretary that I would be working from home the rest of the day and left. When I got to the house, no one was on the ground floor. I knew Terri was at work, but I expected to find Kathleen and Emily. I decided to check upstairs; if I was lucky, I might get another peek. Pushing open the door to the nusery, I was greeted with the sight of Kathleen standing, holding Emily to her breast. She was vigorously suckling on one of Kathleen's choclate colored nipples, and I could tell by the look on her face that it was bringing her immense pleasure. Holy shit, I thought. How long has this been going on? Kathleen's eyes locked on mine. The look of pleasure was quickly replaced by one of embarassment and shame. I guess Emily decided to suck pretty hard at that moment, because Kathleen started to shiver and rolled her eyes. "Kathleen, when you get Emily settled, please come down to the family room," I said, my voice shaking. She probably thought I was angry, and in fact, I should have been, but the truth was, it was more than my libido could take. Downstairs, I removed my clothes and discarded them in a pile off to the side. I glanced at myself in the hall mirror; not bad. A little soft, I no longer had the hard edged muscles from college that came from working out two hours a day in the weight room everyday, in addition to the two hours of practice five days a week for whatever sport I was playing that season. But I was still in good shape, and there wasn't a lot of flab on my 6'3" frame. Dark haired, I wasn't overly hairy, but my chest was dusted with enough hair to provide a shadow for my ruddy complexion. The pubic hair around my cock was thick and curly around the base, which right now stood thickly straight up in the air, the head swollen and pulsing, the shaft glistening with the precum that had started leaking soon after I discovered Emily suckling on Kathleen's tit. I was so fucking horny! I took a seat on the sofa, and waited for Kathleen to come down. Her head was down, and it took her a minute to realize that my legs were bare. I watched her head travel up along my body, snapping to my face when she reached my cock. "What the hell?" she exclaimed. My face stayed perfectly calm. "That was a interesting scene up there. I wonder what my wife, the attorney, would think of it?" I asked, stroking my cock for emphasis. "Mr. Watson," she said indignantly. "I do not know who you think you are talking to, or what you expect to happen..." I cut her off. "I 'think' I'm talking to a woman that works for me who I stumbled upon fondling my child. A woman who I doubt could stay employed, let alone remain in this country, if I decide to pursue this," I said firmly. She grew pale. I'd struck a nerve. There'd been defiance initially; now I saw...fear? No, that was too strong. Concern? Yes, that was it. She didn't want trouble. "Hmmm...seems like you're over a barrel there, Kathleen. I think we can probably come to some sort of agreement, though, don't you?" I asked innocently, continuing to stroke my cock as it thickened. Nodding, she dropped her head. "Come over here!" I commanded sharply. She shuffled over, her lip quivering slightly. When she looked up, the resignation, disgust and hatred I saw in her eyes almost made me cum right then. "It's your choice. Either take off your clothes, or go upstairs and pack your bags. I don't want to talk anymore." Without meeting my eyes, she lifted her shirt over her head, kicked off her shoes, and slid out of her skirt and panties. My breath hitched now that she was actually standing naked here in front of me. She was beautiful. Not a wrinkle on her anywhere, save for around her nipples, which had crinkled tightly either from the sudden exposure to the air conditioning or from fear. Her stomach was flat and her hips were narrow; it was clear that she'd never borne children. He breasts were compact, like swollen little apples on an otherwise smooth surface. Her pussy was clean shaven, and her hooded clit small and partially hidden, not yet aroused. That would change soon enough. "Turn around," I said hoarsely. She did, and I got to admire a truly marvelous ass. Round and tight, her rear and back were as smooth and flawless as her front. I could not believe that this woman was at my mercy. My cock twitched at the thought. "Bend over and spread your ass cheeks." I couldn't resist walking around to look at her face; I wanted to see the humiliation in her face. I know if she'd been lighter, she would have been beet red with embarassament. My cock was killing me; pretty soon, I'd be able to cum without even touching myself. I planned to be buried deep in her way before then. I moved back around her and sat between her ass cheeks. Leaning in, I touched my tongue to her asshole, and she jumped. "Get back in position!" I barked. Reluctantly, she did, and I resumed my probe of her ass with my tongue. She had a musky, tangy taste, but not unpleasant. Steadily I ran my tongue around her asshole, pushing it slightly past her anal ring, then working it around again. After several minutes I noticed that she was gripping her ass cheeks tighter, but she still hadn't made a sound. Good. I wanted to rip an orgasm out of her. I could smell her pussy getting wet. "Stand up and turn around," I said, slapping her ass a little harder than I needed to. She let out a little yelp, but did as she was told. There was a new emotion sharing space in her eyes with the other three now; arousal. I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me, so that her legs straddled mine and my cock pointed toward her pussy. I maneuvered her down so that my cock head pressed against her outer lips, and her wonderful little tits were in my face. Hungrily I nibbled at them, biting down on her nipples and swirling my tongue over them. They must have been incredibly sensitive, because in no time she was writhing over my cock. I pulled back so I could see her face. Lust had replaced everything else. She was almost where I wanted her. I attacked her nipples again, letting my cock head push firmly against her pussy lips. When she began to thrash her head back and forth, I released the nipple in my mouth, leaned back, and put my hands behind my head. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. If you'd like to stop now, I'll understand," I said, trying to sound remorseful. The look in her eyes changed from lust to pure hatred. I chuckled. "I'll tell you what; why don't you do whatever you'd like," I offered, closing my eyes. She didn't have to be invited twice. Her clit poked out prominently now, and her pussy was swollen from excitement. The pink inner lips stood out starkly against the darkness of her skin. From the amount of moisture seeping out, I had a pretty good idea what her choice would be. I wondered how she would deal with it, remembering her frustration with the dildo the night before. Resuming her position straddling me, she slowly lowered herself onto the head of my cock. It took a lot of effort to work it in, and she had to be careful not to push to hard, for fear of slipping and impaling herself. After several torturous moments, the head finally pressed through. Holy shit, she was tight! I tossed my head back and my eyes rolled around in my head. It felt like my cock head was lodged in warm pudding; soft all around, but gripped firmly. I looked at her and I saw my cock was having a similar effect on her. Her nipples stuck straight out and she was shaking slightly. Help Around the House Ch. 2 Being the nice guy that I am, I decided to help things along. Without warning, I spread my feet wide, knocking her off balance. My cock head already firmly in place, she slid down the the length of my cock, hitting bottom with the resounding smack of flesh on flesh as our crotches met. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. Her entire body convulsed as conflicting waves of pain and pleasure wracked her mercilessly, her pussy tightening around my cock with each spasm. In a sense, I'd had an orgasm building since last night when I first saw her. It was as if I hadn't cum in years. Effortlessly I grabbed her hips, lifting her up and pulling her down, forcing myself into her, feeling my cock swell as I came close to erupting. "Please! Stop!" she whimpered raggedly. "I can't take much more!" Her pleas were all that I needed to push me over. With a final thust I buried my cock in up to the hilt and unloaded. I must have hit a new spot, because she arched her back and leaned back, almost falling off. I held on tight, cum spilling out, until finally, I was able to gently lift her off, my cock sliding out of her. Wobbly, she stood, as if waking from a dream, and looked at me. There was nothing in her eyes anymore except devotion.