My Housekeeper Sarah

It was a little over eight years ago. The week prior to my wife's departure had
been busy and hectic. She was getting ready to go to NYC to visit her family
and relatives at a family reunion. Since she had not seen them for several
years, she decided to stay for at least three weeks. With three children at
that time (1 in junior high and 2 in elementary school) and none of them not
old enough to drive, and a mini doxie at home, we couldn't help but feel
nervous and concern about a father managing the household for the next three
weeks. 

We discussed the situation and considered several options. We decided to ask a
neighbor, Tracey, to help out with the carpool, private lessons, classes and
other activities that our children were involved in. My wife called and made
the request. Tracey, having only one 16-year-old girl at home, readily agreed
to help out with the carpool and shopping for the family. And I was planning on
doing very little cooking. Eating out a lot during those three weeks would be
part of my feeding plan. But our plan took a sudden turn for the better or
worse, depending how one looks at this story.

Three days before my wife was due to leave for NYC, my neighbor Tracey called
and told us that her father had been sick and was getting worse the past few
days. She needed to go and take care of him in Atlanta, about two hours from
where we lived. Out of desperation, we placed an ad in the newspaper looking
for a temporary housekeeper. We felt certain that we would get someone to help
out because of the pay and benefits were extremely attractive and lucrative.
The ad read "Female Housekeeper Needed to care for a family of 4 for one month.
Well-behaved husband and three school-aged children (12, 10 and 8). Long term
employment possible after one month. Private room and bath, all meals, $1000
plus expenses. Excellent neighborhood and surrounding. Call 555-2469 for
immediately interview. Non-smoker and non-drinker only, references required."

To my surprise, we got over ten calls by noon the next day. That afternoon, my
wife and I interviewed three ladies and ended up hiring the first one we talked
with. Actually, I didn't really care to talk with anybody and rather leave the
decision entirely up to my wife. And besides, I needed to catch up with my work
(I am such an workaholic). I took part in the interviews because I wanted to
show my support in this situation. And besides, I wanted to see who would be
cooking the meals and taking care of the mess we were going to leave behind
every day. 

Sarah was the lady we hired. My wife felt that she was the most experienced and
capable. She had one teenage boy and had been visiting her friends in our city.
As Sarah put it, she needed to have some private time to reflect on her life
and situation at home. She was not happy at home and had some marital
situations that she wanted to have time to sort out. Like us, she had been
married for about 20 years. Sarah had dark brown hair, kind of parted in the
middle and brushed to the sides over her ears. She was about 5'3", light tan
skin (from living in FL for the last 40+ years), cheerful, slightly talkative
but in a very personal way. Best of all, she could cook, clean, shop, and had
excellent references from her former neighbors and local friends. 

Sarah agreed to the terms of temporary employment because I believed she had
been looking for something to do just to get away from home. After her verbal
agreement to the terms of employment, my wife showed her the guest room which
was located on one far end of the house. It was away from the rest of the house
and we thought she might like the seclusion from us and enjoy the privacy it
provided. A private bath inside the bedroom and its proximity to the kitchen
were certainly nice features for any live-in housekeeper. For some silly
reasons, I thought by putting her on the far end of the house was my wife's
premeditated idea. She certainly didn't want to have an adult female sleeping
in the spare bedroom next to ours. It was no problem to have a strange female
living in our house as my wife trusted my fidelity. I had never been unfaithful
to her and she always knew my whereabouts. As she put it numerous times before,
I was like a grown lion who had never seen a live prey before. I wouldn't know
what to do with the prey (if this case, a woman) if I actually caught one by
chance.

Sarah seemed to be happy with the living arrangement. In fact, she moved out of
her friend's place where she was visiting and moved in the next day, a day
before my wife's departure. We invited her to eat supper with us so as to show
our appreciation and make her feel comfortable around the rest of the family.
Since one of Sarah's specialty dishes is Shrimp New Orleans, we decided to try
out a new Cajun restaurant in our neighborhood. We all dressed casual but I
noticed Sarah was slightly overdressed for the occassion. She wore a bright
colored sun dress with semi-high heel, a gold necklace with a cross, matching
angel earrings. Her hair was recently trimmed and parted kind of in the middle.
Underneath her thin sundress, I couldn't help but also noticed a low cut bra,
black in  color outlined with laces. Her see-through stocking was so thin that
it looked like she was not wearing any stocking. My overall first impression of
her was an 8 on a 10-point scale. May be a score of 9 if I could take a better
look of her breasts and thighs. I grinned with that thought in mind and my wife
looked at me wondering what was going through my mind. No wonder she called me
"Goofy" sometimes. 

The food was good and delicious and we had a real nice chat. We learned that
she was visiting her friend in our city because of an unhappy marriage. Since
her teenage boy was nearly full-grown, she wanted to get away from everything
in LA for awhile so she could sort things out. As she put it, taking a summer
off during her study (she was studying to become travel specialist) and
visiting her friends in Georgia made her young and refreshed again. But living
away from home was costly and this housekeeper job turned out to be the perfect
fit for her. She was very likeable because of her sense of humor and her
ability to listen to what we had to say, no matter how silly or off the wall
they might sound like.

The next morning Sarah came by with the rest of her belongings. As she took my
wife to the airport, I bid them goodbye and went to work. It was such a relief
that I didn't have to worry about carpools and any unanticipated calls from the
schools. Our new housekeeper would take care of all of that. 

To make the long story short, we had a nice home cooked meal the first evening.
Sarah did a good job with her stir fry chicken with peapods, rice, and grilled
T-bone and shrimps. Our mini Doxie Meagan loved the T-bone with a generous cut
of meat attached to the bone. She made friend with Sarah immediately. After
dinner, I helped Sarah clear the dishes and the rest of the evening was just as
normal as it could be. At bedtime, our son went to bed and I changed into my
pajamas and was reading the newspaper in the living room. After 10 minutes or
so, a soft voice appeared "Excuse me, may I come in?" It was Sarah and I put
the papers down and told her "of course, come on in and sit down."

She had an oversized T-shirt on with shorts. I could see the outline of a bra.
Apparently the bra was extremely thin because I could see her jelly bean sized
nipples protuding on the thin fabric. Her breasts were probably 34B, about he
same size as my wife's. I was thinking out loud how those breasts would feel
like in my hands and mouth. Casually, she picked the sofa chair across from me
and asked "how was your day at work, busy?" I told her it was okay but it was a
lie. It was hectic at the university because of all the bullshit meetings and
paperworks. She didn't seem to notice my dishonesty and gave me a real nice,
sweet smile and said "that's nice."  After a few moments of chitchat, she asked
me if I would like anything from the kitchen. I said "Sure, I'd like to have
some milk and pecan shortbread cookies, please." A few moments later, she
brought me a glass of cold milk and four cookies on a small plate. I looked at
the milk, smiled and said, "I'm sorry that I forgot to tell you I always drink
warm milk in the evening." She giggled and said "Of course, all men like warm
milk." She then warmed the milk for both of us and had some chocolate cookies
herself. Watching her mouth and lips moving slowly was erotic in itself. She
licked her lips trying to catch the cookie crumps and drops of milk on her
lips. I could tell she knew how to use her tongue for other things just as
well. I had that grin on my face again.

After awhile, we said good night and went to our bedrooms. I took a shower and
entered the bedroom. As soon as I opened the door, our mini doxie Meagan jumped
out of our bed and dashed through the door and ran toward the guess room. She
was apparently looking for more T-bone from Sarah. I called out her name but to
no avail. So I followed her to Sarah's bedroom. Meagan was already inside by
the time I arrived. I stopped at the door and knocked on the door. There was no
response and I didn't know what was the appropriate thing to do. I walked in
trying to catch Meagan but she was nowhere to be seen. As I look around, I
noticed Sarah's T-shirt was on the floor. On the bed were her bra and panty and
water was running in the shower. Those black bra and panty had beautiful laces
on them. I looked around and picked up the panty and smell the scent of a
woman. It smelled like she had wet her panty as I saw the dried wetness on the
panty. I then picked up the bra and smelled its inside. It smelled like Poison
mixed in with her body scent. I looked at the bra size and it was a 34B,
exactly as I guessed it would be. I fantasized how it would feel like to cup my
hand on her naked breasts, massage those breasts until they swell up to their
full size, rolling the nipples with my fingers until they turn hard. While I
was daydreaming, someone said, "I saw Meagan in the bathroom but I didn't
realize you were in here too?" I dropped the bra and was totally embarassed by
my intrusion. I made up an lame excuse - something like I was looking for
Meagan and I picked up the bra that had fallen off the bed. Realizing how
stupid the excuse was, I quickly left her room while Sarah was standing there
wrapped in a big beach towel dripping wet from the shower. I thought for sure
she would leave the next morning, if not that very same night. What was I going
to tell my wife.

My wife got home and she was not mad. In fact, she didn't know what had
happened after she returned home from NYC. We went to bed as usual and during
the night, I buried my head between her breasts while she was lying on her
side. I liked this position because it made her breasts more accessible for me
to fondle, lick and suck while resting my head on the bed. As I usually did, I
manuevered my mouth closer to her nipples, one nipple at a time, tickling those
jelly bean size nipples with the tip of my tongue. Her breasts reacted to my
stimulation and swelled up much more than usual. They were getting bigger and
fuller, much more so than normal. The swelling of her breasts and hardening of
the nipples excited me more than ever and I tried to put as much of the breast
into my mouth as possible, all the while sucking to the best of my ability. At
the same time, I used my hands to massage those mammarian glands. Those breasts
were full, warm and had an aroma of a sensuous woman. They gave me a sense of
belonging and security, much like the attention that a baby deserved. I
continued to massage those swellened breasts, feeling and squeezing them to my
heart's content. By this time, my member had been at full staff and needed an
outlet for its urgent release. I moved my hands from her breasts to her belly
and then to her thighs. I was still semi-asleep at that time but I realized
something was not quite right. This body and breasts did not belong to my
wife!!

I stopped the advancement of my hands immediately. At this time, I heard a soft
voice, "I brought you some warm milk, did you like it?" Realizing that it was
Sarah's breasts I had been fondling and sucking on, I simply uttered some noise
in agreement and placed my mouth back on those breasts. By this time, my mind
had analyzed the situation carefully. I came to the conclusion that Sarah
wanted to do this as much as I do. What the heck, I pretended that I was still
sleeping and continued with my oral advancement, moving down from her breasts
to her belly slowly and deliberately. I kissed and tongued her every inch of
her body that my mouth had in contact with. I gradually proceeded to her inner
thighs. As I was closing in on her pubic area, her moaning was getting more
intense and erotic. I touched her panty and it was already soaking wet! Knowing
this was a good sign, I used my left hand skillfully moved her panty to the
left side, exposing her pussy in full access on the right side and proceeded
with pleasing her orally.

I used two of my fingers to spread open those pussy lips and the index finger
to seek out her little pearl. It didn't take long to find it as she was very
willing, spreading her legs wide open and thrusting her pussy forward to
accommodating my fingers. I gently rubbed her clitoris for a while and began to
perform oral sex on her, licking and sucking on her warm interior repeatedly.
She responded by moaning gently. With her reassurance, I continued with my oral
sex on her by kissing, tickling, and sucking on her clitoris and vagina. Her
moaning became louder and louder. After several minutes of intense oral sex,
she was almost out of control, pressing my head onto her pussy and said, "Oh,
yes, Oh yes, ... more, more!" I wasn't about to stop because I was turned on by
the unexpected love making with my very own housekeeper.

Her pussy was so wet that it made the splashing sound as my tongue entered her
vagina. The aroma of her pussy was similar to that pair of soiled panty I had
picked up in her room earlier. The only difference was the freshness, wetness,
and tenderness of her pussy. I gave tongue to her pussy for the longest time.
All that while we were either holding hands, or I had my hands wrapped around
her tights. Occasionally she would touch my hair and face while telling me how
good it felt. She would also move her hips and ass around to allow my tongue
touch those special spots that she wanted to be licked. I was more than glad to
serve her and please her.

After about half an hour of oral sex, she moved away slightly signaling me to
stop. Sarah slightly pulled me up towards her and  kissed me on the mouth.
First, she approached my lips, then a bit of her tongue teasing my lips and
mouth, and then her tongue was flickling in my mouth. Our tongues eventually
met and they dance in our mouths. Whenever I placed my tongue in her mouth, she
would suck it deliberately and compassionately. She was a good committed kisser
and that was just the beginning of her kissing skills.

Sarah gradually moved down to my neck, chest, and belly and at the same time
her hand was massaging my fully erected member. Her thumb was touching the tip
of my cock gently. By this time, the tip was already totally lubricated by my
secretions. She then used her tongue to lick the opening and then the head. She
took it into her mouth a little bit at a time and then back to the licking
again. She alternate the licking and sucking at her own pace. I could tell she
enjoyed sucking on Little David as much as I was enjoying her skillful oral
sex. It was definitely the best oral sex I had received in a long time. It was
not only her skill at giving head, but her total commitment in pleasing me. But
the best was yet to come.

After sucking and going deeper a little at a time, she had the whole thing in
her throat after a few minutes. Her slow advancement and the simulated gagging
sound excited me more than ever. She kept on licking and sucking deeply and had
her hands playing with my balls. Occassionally, she would wrap her hands around
my butt in order to pull my cock deeper into her wide open mouth and tight
throat. It went on like this for about half an hour. I was ready to come and
told her so, meaning that she might let go of my cock so she would not be
embarassed by having a load of come going in her mouth. Sarah uttered something
to acknowledge my warning but she persisted to suck me deeply even at a faster
pace. I couldn't hold on and exploded wile inside her mouth and throat. Her
tight throat muscle stimulated my swollened cock more than anything I had
experienced before. And the thought of her willingness to swallow my essence
was more than I could bear. I kept coming for about 15 seconds and she eagerly
sucked and swallowed for the whole duration that I was coming in her throat.
Not only was she swallowing like there was no tomorrow, all the while she was
moving her head up and down much like making love to Little David. It had no
chance to get soft and in no time it became hard again. 

We positioned ourselves, I was on my back and Sarah was riding on top of me.
She sat on my tights and moved up and down rhythmically while I used my hands
to help with her movement.
She used her right hand to massage Little David, occasionally she would use its
tip to stimulate her sensitive spot and the entrance of her vagina. Of course
she was totally wet three times over and after awhile she slipped my cock into
her warm pussy. It moved in and out at ease because of her well lubricated
vagina and yet the movement of my cock was met by a slight resistance. Her
ability to tighten her love muscles made me feel like I was making love for the
first time. We kissed passionately and we made love. We made more love and had
more passionate kisses. We were both in heaven.

After a period that seemed like hours, we exhausted ourselves and fell asleep.
The last thing I remembered was that Sarah put her head on my right sholder. I
could smell her aroma from her body and felt the soft hair rubbing gently on my
bare skin. She turned toward me with her breasts pressing against my chest. I
rested my hand on part of her right breast, giving it a circling motion of
continuing massages. Her hand was resting on my Little David doing the same. It
was a loving and erotic night to remember and cherish.

Next morning, I was awaken by some motions under the sheets. I thought it was
our doxie trying to make a comfortable spot in our bed. But to my surprise, it
was Sarah giving Little David a "wake-up" call. She sensed that I was finally
waking up and said "good morning, it's time to wake up." She told me that she
was going to get breakfast ready. Before she left, she gave me a sweet smile
and asked "would you like me to serve you warm milk in bed again tonight?" I
didn't have to say anything as my big grin gave her a big affirmative.