Help Around The House - Part 2

(MF,VOY,INTERR,NC)

© 1999 by B. Peale. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

"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, accompanied 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.

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 fistfuls of bed sheet, moaning softly as her excitement built. My cock pressed painfully against the mattress, trapped under my body, growing harder as she coated my tongue 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 finger fucking. 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, and 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, and then began easing herself farther on my cock.

"Not yet," I whispered, shaking my head and grabbing her hips, holding her in place.

End of Part 2.

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