บท 3828: LIA, MY HOUSEKEEPER

t was my wife's idea to hire a housekeeper. I had grown up poor, so the idea would never have occurred to me. Helen, my partner for seventeen years, however, had come from money. She had had a housekeeper growing up and thought that it was time that the two of us gave it a go.

"I'm not sure," I said. "Seems like a lot of money to pay someone for something we can do ourselves."

"Johnny," my wife said, "that's the point. We *don't* do it ourselves. We are both so busy that the house gets neglected. We live in a mess and then we have to make these huge efforts to clean up. We resent it, we fight about it, and I'm sick of it."

She had a point. Things had been tense around that time, with many squabbles and outright fights between us. Often they stemmed from disagreements about whose responsibility was what little chore around the house.

We had both gotten very busy. Helen had been working her way up the corporate ladder of a major clothing retailer for years and now had a very high paying, very stressful job. She worked long hours and travelled for her job quite a bit.

I, on the other hand, worked for myself. I bought and sold luxury cars. I had a steady group of rich customers who would pay me to hunt down specific cars for them. The other side of my business was going to auctions and bidding on nice cars that I thought I would be able to flip for a profit.

I had fallen into the work years ago and before long was making very good money at it. It was always feast or famine, some months nothing coming in, other months I would make tens to hundreds of thousands of dollars. I liked the work, I liked the freedom, I liked the risks and high stakes, and of course it meant I always had a hot car to drive around.

This all meant, however, that between us we had little spare time to take care of our house. So she had a point. Originally I thought that she wanted someone to come a couple of times a week and that was fine by me, but it turned out she wanted someone live-in.

"We have the money," Helen argued. "And we have the space. She can stay in the spare room in the basement. This place needs more than an occasional visit. It's too big for that."

Helen was correct there as well. As time went on and our financial situation improved we had upgraded our homes. From our first apartment to a small condo, to a simple townhouse to the place we lived now, a large, five bedroom home in an established old neighborhood of the city.

We had never had children. Helen had wanted to focus on her career and I had never been bothered about it, so the house was far too big for us. Some evenings, when Helen would work late, I would wander through our tastefully decorated but empty rooms, wondering why we had all this space.

While we discussed I looked at my wife and a thought occurred to me. Maybe, with the pressure of having to take care of the house being removed, we could reconnect. Helen was still beautiful at 39 years old. Her dark hair had a few grey ones, and there was a slight crinkle around her eyes but other than that she was still very attractive to me. She kept herself in shape, and her breasts were always on the smaller side, preventing the worst of gravity's pull. Her face was oval with an olive complexion, and her green eyes were as piercing as always.

I had also kept myself in shape. I was 42 and it took more work to upkeep myself than it once had, but I did my best. We had a small gym in the house and I enjoyed running when I could make the time. I was five foot eleven, with broad shoulders and while not ripped, I had a decent body. My blond hair was cut in a trimmed barber cut, though my beard had begun to show some white hairs.

Helen claimed to also be attracted to me but, by that time, we had stopped having sex as much. My libido had never slowed and in fact it almost felt as if it had increased but hers had diminished greatly. I was lucky if I could get her to fuck me once every two weeks. And when we did she never seemed into it.

I had confronted her about it and she had admitted that her sex drive was barely there anymore. She felt bad about it but it seemed like nothing we did could increase it. I had all but given up, relying on porn, fantasies and daily masturbation sessions.

Thinking that it might help in that regard, I agreed to the situation. Helen's arguments made sense, and I definitely did not want to take on the cleaning, so we reached out to a friend who connected us with someone they said could be trusted into our house. She was apparently the younger sister of their own house keeper, who was, by their accounts, amazing.

We negotiated a salary (I felt like we were offering too little for someone to take on the role but I was told it was the running rate) and arranged for her to move in the next week.

*****

I was at the kitchen island, drinking a cup of coffee, scrolling through my phone, answering client emails when The new housekeeper arrived. It was a Sunday so Helen was home, which was nice, but I knew that before too long she would be ducking into her office to work.

She was, however, making herself available to introduce herself and show the new hire what would be expected of her. My wife was making sandwiches for the both of us when our doorbell rang.

"Oh," Helen said, smiling. "She's here!" She checked her watch and smiled to herself. "And she's on time. That's a good sign. I'll let her in."

She hurried down the hall, out of my sight, to our door to answer. I could just hear out a brief conversation but could not make out the words.

I was distracted anyway because I had just received an email I had been waiting for, a list of all the cars going up at the next auction, and was scanning it to note the ones that would be worth bidding on.

"Johnny," my wife said, getting my attention from the phone. "Meet the new housekeeper."

I glanced up and my eyes went wide.

As I said earlier, it was her tits that I noticed first. She wasn't wearing anything particularly revealing, just a simple white blouse with small black buttons, but they were impossible to miss. They were very large on what was a slight frame. She only had the top couple buttons undone but even then I could see that she had an impressive cleavage. They filled the top, pulling against the buttons leaving small gaps between them, revealing nothing but teasing me with the idea of what was under there. I could make out the faintest bumps where her nipples lifted the fabric. I wondered whether they were hard. I swallowed, then realized that I was ogling a woman right in front of my wife.

I moved my eyes away from that rack and took in the rest of her. She was shorter than Helen, standing maybe five foot three, and had full hips and, I discovered later, a round ass. Her waist was slim, giving her an hourglass figure. She had a bag over her shoulder and was pulling a small suitcase on wheels behind her.

She was Asian, with long black hair, with highlights dyed into it, and dark eyes. Her lips were plump, looking kissable. Looking like they would form perfectly around my cock. From the moment I saw her I wanted to fuck her. I shook my head, embarrassed at myself thinking like a twenty year old boy, not the man I was. She looked up at me, smiling just slightly.

"Johnny, meet Lia," Helen said, beaming.

"Hello, sir," she said. "It is nice to meet you. Thank you for hiring me."

She had an interesting accent that I couldn't quite place. It was different to any other Asian person I had met. It almost had a hint of British to it.

"Nice to meet you," I said, smiling and crossing over to her, taking her hand and shaking it. It was small and soft. Her nails were painted a light pink color, I noticed. Where my mind was at that moment I could not help but imagine it wrapped around my cock.

"Oh," I said, smiling at her, "You don't have to call me sir. You can call me Johnny."

"Oh," she said. "I am not sure. I feel better calling you sir. If that is alright?"

"You can call him anything you want. Isn't that right, Johnny," Helen said, frowning at me behind Lia's back. She obviously wanted this to go well.

"Ah, yes. That's fine. Whatever makes you comfortable," I said. I was already uncomfortable with having what was basically a live-in servant. Having her call me 'sir' only made it worse. Still, I did not want to make her uncomfortable so I decided to go with it.

Helen spent the next forty minutes talking with Lia, showing her lists that she had printed of tasks to do around the house. Setting up schedules, and providing her with a credit card to use for purchases and shopping for our groceries. Lia, it turned out would also, on the days she was working, cook our meals as well. She would have two days off a week, Saturday and Sunday which would be hers, with no obligation to us.

While they talked I watched her, my eyes wandering over her. I knew that I was being a creep but I could not help myself. Every inch of this young woman called to me. It was like her breasts wanted my hands to grip them, fingers to sink into the soft flesh. Lia's hips looked like they needed my hands to grip them, holding her in place as I plowed into her.

I overheard the conversation between the new housekeeper and my wife and learned a few things about our new employee. She was young. 24 years old, she said. She was from Malaysia. She had been here for three years. She was looking forward to staying in our home and taking care of us.

Eventually all the bases were covered and Lia had had her new roles laid out for her. I had gotten plenty to look at and file away in my mind for later re-visiting. If Helen was interested I would fuck her later, but guiltily knew that I would be thinking about Lia the entire time. If Helen, as she usually was these days, was uninterested I would jerk off with images of Lia's perfect body in my mind.

"Johnny,' my wife said, but I did not really notice. "Johnny!"

I snapped my head around to her.

"What?"

"I asked if you would show Lia her room? I have a call I have to make. I'll be in the office."

"Oh,' I said standing. I walked over and picked up her suitcase and started towards her room. "Sure. Lia, Its just down here. Its in the basement, but the window is a decent size. Its not too gloomy."

Lia smiled slightly and followed me as I led her down the hall to top of the stairs.

"I am sure it is fine, sir. You have a lovely home," she said.

"Thanks," I said. "I guess." I always felt awkward when someone complimented me on that. I didn't build it and Helen had done the designing. I just felt a bit guilty for having enough money to afford it. I led her down the stairs, past the large space that was the TV room/ exercise room. On one side was a sectional couch set before a large TV and my gaming system, and on the other side a spin bike, a treadmill and some weights. I used the things fairly regularly to keep myself in decent shape, and Helen used them every day.

Down a short hallway was the laundry room, which I pointed out to Lia, as well as a closed door that led into the spare bedroom down there. I pushed into it, and walked to the queen bed and dropped her bag on top of it.

"It's pretty basic but feel free to make it your own," I said, as I began to turn. "There is a bathroom with a shower down the hall..."

As I finished turning my eyes widened. Lia, moving very quietly, had crossed the room and was standing very close behind me. There was only a very little space between us and I took in a sharp breath as I registered this fact. She was looking up into my face, her face very still and hard to read. Her eyes were very dark and it felt, for a moment, as if I was falling into them.

"Umm..." I stammered, "Ah, I guess..."

She interrupted me by placing her hand on my arm, just above the crook of my elbow. My arm jerked a bit in surprise but she kept her hand there.

"I just wanted to thank you, Sir," she said, looking up at me. "I am very happy to have this job. I promise to be everything you need."

She couldn't know what she was saying. What I needed at that moment was to grab her by her arms, pick her up and throw her down on the bed just behind me. I needed to tear her top open, sending buttons spraying across the room, releasing those big tits. What I needed was to fuck her as hard as she had ever been fucked.

I swallowed past a lump in my throat and coughed slightly. The room was small and I had to move a bit closer to her to move around her. I needed a bit of space from this interaction to calm down and stop thinking like a horny teenager. Lia did not give any space as I moved so as I did so, her chest brushed against mine and I could feel her hard nipples run across my chest. I thought perhaps I heard a small intake of breath when we touched but I could not be sure. My blood was pounding in my ears and my cock was already hard, pushing out a bulge in my jeans.

I finally moved past her and walked quickly towards the door, which I now noticed that she had shut behind us.

"Thats great, Lia," I said, turning the knob and stepping out quickly. "I'll see you later."

"Yes," she said smiling at me as I left. "Perhaps I will try out that shower before cooking you supper, sir."

I looked over my shoulder and saw her standing there, and shaking my head at the lust I felt for her quickly left and closed the door after me.

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I did not know what to do with myself. I did not have much work to do that afternoon, and I did not feel like watching anything on TV. Helen was busy with her own job, in her office, once a dining room at the front of the house. I looked into the room and she had a headset in, on some conference call. She waved at me but was focused on work.

I considered going downstairs to work out but the thought of Lia, just down a short hall, naked and showering, was too much. I knew that I would not be able to get any kind of workout in.

I sighed and went upstairs to my own office, a spare room on the upper level. It was a smaller room. A different couple would use it as a nursery probably. I had a small couch on one wall and a solid, antique wooden desk that crossed the room facing the door. There was a chair on the door side of it for when I had meetings there, and I had a comfortable leather chair on wheels on the other side, so I could sit and look out into the hall. I had my laptop open on the desk as well as paperwork.

I sat down and drummed my fingers on the top of my desk. I was already bored. A moment later I stood up and crossed the room, closing the door. I went back to my desk and sat behind it, and pulled up my favorite porn video site.

I scrolled quickly past the landing page before typing into the search bar. First I searched 'Asian', but there were too many options and not what I was looking for. Then I typed 'big tit asian' and this was more like it. I scrolled through videos until I found one that caught my eye.

The actress did not look very much like Lia, but she was close. She had a similar body type. I clicked on the video and put my headphones on. It was a pretty good video. There was no story or anything. Just this actress and a big cocked white guy. She sucked him off and tit fucked him.

I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my still-hard cock. It was 8 inches and the girth filled my hand. My foreskin still hid most of the purple head but I could see the gleam of pre-cum on the tip. I began to slowly stroke myself, letting the skin drag over the head, revealing it, then covering it. I was taking long slow breaths as I got deeper and deeper into the video.

The actress was now bent over the arm of a couch and the actor was sliding into her. My hand was speeding up. I was not interested in making this last or edging. I just wanted to knock one out and then get over this lust for Lia so I could function normally in my own home.

I suppose it was a mistake to put in headphones. I never really worried about it before that. Helen would very rarely leave her in-home office and if she did she would leave me alone with my door shut. She would assume I was working and did not want to be disturbed. I failed to consider that our new housekeeper might not realize this.

I was focused on the screen, the video of the asian girl getting railed, and I did not hear if there was a knock on the door. Nor did I hear, or notice, the door open, I was so transfixed, cock in hand, jerking myself quickly.

It was a movement in the corner of my eye that caught my attention. I yelped, I am sorry to say. A surprised cry came out of me as my head swung over and saw Lia in the room, standing there watching me jerk myself off. My eyes were wide and panicked. Without thinking I turned slightly in my chair, swiveling it so that I faced her, my naked cock hard in my hand pointed right at her. My hand froze and my heart was pounding in my throat. I could hear the actress moaning and grunting through the headphones that were still in my ear.

Lia, on her behalf, just stood there, looking at me, seemingly focused on my cock. She looked just as fuckable as she had earlier. Her hair was wet from the shower she had just had. She was wearing a white tank top and I could see red straps to her bra running over her shoulders just outside of the top's fabric. Despite the layers of bra and shirt I could see her nipples straining out, hard. She had also changed into shorts, so I could see her smooth legs. While I looked at her, frozen and embarrassed I watched her lick her full lips.

My hand had frozen in place, clutching myself. My cock was just as hard as it had been and it was throbbing, needing release. Lia and my eyes locked and I swallowed.

Why had she not said anything, I wondered. Why was she not running out of the room, running to my wife who was just a level away. She was not saying anything. Just standing there four feet away from me looking at me gripping my shaft.

I am not sure what possessed me. It was definitely not common sense. Keeping eye contact with the asian beauty in front of me I pulled my hand down, a slow stroke, pulling the foreskin back revealing the purple head now slick with pre-cum. She did not react so I pushed back up. And down again.

There was something so erotic about stroking myself while this woman I had just met watched me. She gave very little away. Her slightly plush cheeks were perhaps a bit flushed, but I could not tell if she was aroused or embarrassed. Still, she was not complaining or leaving or asking me to stop so I continued, a lust filled madness temporarily robbing me of my common sense.

I continued to jerk myself while Lia watched, speeding up, but not rushing like I had been. My breath was heavy and I could see her own chest rising and falling, seemingly in time to my strokes. My entire focus was on her. I pulled the headphones out of my ears, not wanting to be distracted by the video of the woman getting fucked. I pushed the laptop closed as well as I jerked off for my new housekeeper.

I could feel my climax coming and decided to chase it now. My hand sped, the foreskin a blur as it rubbed back and forth over the purple head. Lia's lips parted just a bit and her small tongue ran across them. I thought how nice it would be to cum across those lips, spraying them with my cum.

I felt the tell-tale tingling at the base of my cock, my ball sack tightening. My breath caught and my body tensed as I crossed that edge and, groaning, began to cum. I had not thought this through. I had not prepared. There was no tissue paper to catch my seed. My jaw clenched and I moaned as I released, spraying a thick spray of cum towards Lia who gasped a bit as she watched me. This climax had been building since she walked in the door and it was a heavy one. She was about four feet away and the furthest globs of semen landed just a foot away from her on the hardwood floor. I grunted another spray, this one less powerful than the first. My eyes re-opened and I saw her standing there, mouth open, fixated on my cumming cock. sat there, catching my breath when Lia finally began to move. She reached into the pocket of her shorts and removed a tissue. She slowly lowered herself to her knees and began wiping my cum off of the dark wood floor. I watched wide-eyed as she began to crawl towards me, wiping my seed up as she came. It was an amazing sight, this sexy young girl on her hands and knees cleaning up the mess I had made.

I watched her wide-eyed. She was not rushing, making sure to wipe up all of my cum. She had more than one tissue in that pocket and quickly filled the first one. As she crawled I could see the deep line caused by her cleavage. She had a bra on under her tank top but it, in this position, at least, was not offering much support as I watched her full tits swing as she moved.

My hand was still clutching my cock, covered in the cum that had poured down the shaft. I was focused on her, fascinated by this display. What, I wondered, was going to happen once she reached me. My cock, despite having just cum, twitched in my hand at the thought.

Finally she was directly in front of me and sat up on her knees, between mine. My cock was inches from her face, from her perfect cock-sucking lips. All I would have to do was lean forward a bit and they would make contact.

Lia, looking up into my eyes, reached into her pocket and pulled out one more tissue. She reached forward and I held my breath, not wanting to interrupt whatever was going to happen now.

My wife was forgotten completely at this point. I was only focused on the woman in front of me. On her hand, shaking slightly as she reached forward. Her hand, which looked soft and small and perfect to wrap around my shaft, was so close. So close. Would she...

"There is a mess here as well," she said with a quiet voice. "Shall I clean this up as well, sir?"

I swallowed. This was... too far. It was one thing, what I had just done, jerked off in front of a woman who was not my wife. Having her touch me, however, was a line crossed. One that could never be uncrossed. A line that, once crossed, could risk everything I had.

"Yes," I said, my voice husky. "Please clean it up, Lia."

She smiled slightly at that, reaching forward with both hands. I released my still hard cock and her smaller hand replaced mine. Her fingers wrapped around it, gripping it lightly, holding it in place when it twitched at the contact. I groaned and she sighed in what seemed to be a happy sigh.

Holding my cum smeared cock in place, she used the tissue to wipe the shaft, her hand moving up in a half stroke to do it. Her hand was soft and warm on my sex while the other gathered up my cum, cleaning it out of my trimmed pubes. Then she brought her hand down, another stroke in the opposite direction, pulling back the foreskin to clean the top part of my cock.

I sat there, back straight, hands gripping the arms of the chair, watching her concentrate on her work. I must have only been 30 seconds but, to me, it felt like half an hour. Finally she nodded to herself and released my cock and stood up.

I groaned in frustration. If she had not stepped back away from me I would have reached up and grabbed her, pulling her into my lap to ravish, but she moved away before I could react. I could see that the hand she had gripped me with was slick with my cum. I wondered if she was going to wipe it off with the tissue but instead she raised it to her mouth, her tongue sticking out and licking her palm and fingers, lingering as she slowly cleaned off all of my spunk.

"I came," she said, finally, "to let you know that supper would be ready by 7pm, as your wife has requested."

"Ah," I stammered. "Y...yess. Sure. Right. Th..thank you. For telling me that."

"I will let you continue to...work," she said, turning, opening the door and stepping out into the hall.

As soon as she was gone, I let my head fall back against the chair.

What had I done! It was insane. How could I have done that, let that be done to me with my wife so close. It was reckless and stupid. And, I also wondered, disgusted by myself, how could I do it again? Further next time....

+++++

I was a mess at supper. Waves of guilt and self-loathing washed over me as I sat there across from my wife, enjoying the actually very excellent meal that Lia had prepared for us. I could not stop thinking about Lia and what had transpired between us earlier. My cock was at least half hard the entire meal, with images of our housekeeper constantly coming to mind.

I had a very hard time focusing on what my wife was talking about. It would be work, since she rarely talked about anything else, but I was reduced to muttered 'yeses' and 'ahs', as I was taking very little of it in.

I did not see Lia before we ate. If I am being honest I was hiding up in my office, panicking. What if she told my wife? Maybe it was a trap or trick. Would she try to blackmail me? Or did Helen want a divorce and this was a ruse to get the needed proof? Eventually Helen texted me asking why I had not come down to eat yet, she had sent Lia up to tell me when to be ready.

Lia had made the food and set the table but was already out of the room when I arrived for the meal. She was not, however, out of my thoughts, which returned to her over and over again.

Luckily for me, Helen was very much someone who was focused on herself and did not really notice my distraction. She carried on as if I were paying attention until the meal finally ended. I was leaning back in my chair, satisfied by the food, sipping my glass of red wine when Helen looked at her phone and cursed.

"Oh, damn," she said, already reaching for her laptop which was on the chair beside her, never being very far away from her. "I'm sorry, but this... " she looked at her phone again. "This really needs to be dealt with."

She shoved her plate to the side and began typing on her computer, composing, I supposed, an email about some crisis or another.

"This will probably take a while. Maybe you can help Lia out and clear the table? Its her job but, if you don't mind, I'm sure she would appreciate it."

"Ah," I said, swallowing guiltily. "I suppose I could..." but she was not listening to me.

I sighed and stood, gathering up plates to make a pile and taking them from the dining room, down through the swinging doors into the kitchen. Lia was not in there and I was both pleased and disappointed not to see her. I placed the dishes on the counter and went back to gather up the rest.

When I returned to the kitchen I saw her. She was by the sink, scraping the plates into the garbage disposal, not hearing me over the noise. I stood there, looking at her round ass as she then loaded them into the dishwasher. It looked like she had already washed up the pots and pans so this would be her last task of the day.

When she had placed the last plate in the dishwasher she turned off the disposal. I cleared my throat so as not to startle her with my presence and she turned towards me, leaning back against the counter behind her. I could not help but look at her breasts as she moved, noticing more sway to them than earlier. They hung a bit lower, while still being firm and high, and I realized that she must have removed her bra after seeing me.

"Thank you for your help, sir," she said. The word 'sir' sent a jolt of electricity to my crotch and my cock began to get hard just looking at her despite having jerked off not too long before. "You can put those down over here." She gestured to the counter beside her.

I swallowed and glanced over my shoulder. The swinging door between the kitchen and dining room was closed and my wife had no view into the room. I shook my head. Whatever happened earlier had been a strange one-off mistake. This was fine, I reasoned to myself.

I crossed the room towards the sink and Lia. She stood there, watching me quietly as I approached. The room was not that large but the crossing felt like it took a long time. Each step took me slowly closer to her, less and less space between us. It felt less like crossing a room in my house and more like crossing a threshold. I moved around the large island at the center of the kitchen, around to the same side that Lia was on and was then beside her, placing the dirty dishes on the counter.

She did not move or give way at all, just looked up at me. She was so close. All I had to do was raise my hand and touch her. I could not, however, do that. It was too much. Too much of a betrayal of the wife I love. I refused.

At least that was what my mind was thinking. My hand, however, seemed to have a mind of its own, rising without me telling it to. It slowly came up from my waist, reached across the small space between us, first meeting her hip. Slowly, as if of its own accord, it slid up Lia's side, the fabric of her top sliding along under it.

Everything was happening in slow motion and our connection felt electric. The feeling of the cotton under my fingers sent shivers down my spine. As they connected to the underside of her breast I could see them shaking. I continued following the curve of her tit, from below. My eyes were locked on Lia's and I could see her holding her breath until my fingertips ran across the hard nub of her nipple. I cupped her breast and ran my thumb across the hard nub.

Lia hissed in a breath and bit her lip. She made no move to stop me, and as I cupped her breast I felt her shift, pressing her tit more firmly into my hand. My cock was already hard again, straining against my jeans. Emboldened by her seeming acceptance my other hand raised as well, gripping the hem of her top, slowly pulling it up, slowly revealing her stomach, the underside of her breasts, and, finally, she popped free, both breasts on display for me.

Her skin, several shades darker on my own was smooth and soft under my hand. Her nipples were dark and thick, inviting. I could not help myself. I leaned forward and, lifting her tit with one hand, sucked it into my mouth, flicking my tongue across the hard nub. I heard her moan, and that made me suck harder and pinch the other nipple.

I took one of her hands in mine and pulled it to my crotch, placing her palm against my rigid cock, squeezing her fingers, closing them around me. Lia needed no further prompting and began to tug, stroking me, hand on the outside of the jeans.

Keeping her tit in my mouth, my other hand moved to her shorts, fingers grabbing the button and opening them, pushing inside. There were no panties to stop me. I encountered no pubic hair either, just smooth skin of what had to be a waxed pussy. I could feel the heat of her before my fingers met her lips. I pushed between them, now feeling the wetness. She was already dripping for me.

I curved my fingers, first one sliding down the velvet channel of her pussy lips, then finding her opening soaking and ready for me. I pushed my digit into her and she moaned again.

"Quiet," I said, my own voice a whisper. I doubted the quiet sounds coming from the housekeeper could be heard in the room on the other side of the door but, despite the insane risk I was taking right then, I wanted to make sure. I looked up and saw Lia nod, then close her eyes as I pushed a second finger into her.

I began to stroke the fingers in her, hooked rubbing the top of her passage, while at the same time my thumb rubbed her clit. Lia was already so wet my fingers were soon coated with her juices. She was breathing heavily now and her face and chest was flushed.

I felt her hand release my cock on the outside of the jeans and was about to frown when I realized that she was undoing my button and pulling down the fly. She used both hands to pull them open, my cock making a tent in my underwear. She looked down and licked her lips.

I slid my fingers out of her, coated now with her juices and slowly moved them up and pressed them against her lips. Obediently she opened her mouth and sucked them, running her hand over them, licking and sucking herself off of them.

Without me giving direction she sank down onto her knees in front of me. I gripped her shoulders and turned her so that she was between me and the island, so I could see the door leading to the dining room across the room.

She gripped my underwear by the elastic and pulled them down, letting my cock free. It was hard as a rock and bounced as it popped free. Lia smiled and her small hand came up and gripped it at the base of the shaft. She looked up at me, parting her plump lips and, leaning forward, I could feel her breath on the tip of my cock.

She pulled back on the skin, the foreskin peeling back over the angrily purple head. Her parted lips made contact and I felt her tongue swirl around it, making me groan quietly. My hips bucked forward, of their own accord and pushed me deeper into my housekeeper's mouth. Her eyes widened but her cheeks sunk in as she sucked me.

I had had plenty of blowjobs in my life. My wife, while she was not the most enthusiastic about them, did a fair job. Lia, however, was of a different caliber. She took me deep. While she stopped short of getting her nose against my stomach, with each forward bob she pressed me against her throat. Her hand worked my shaft as she pulled back and soon I could feel her drool coating me.

I groaned quietly as her hand came up and cupped my balls, pushing me deeper past those plump lips. I had one hand holding the camera the other flat on the island top keeping my balance. I knew that I would not be able to keep this up much longer before I came into her mouth. I was about to tell her, to warn her of my oncoming eruption when I heard something from the other room.

It sounded like one of our chairs pushing across our floor. I froze, realizing that was the sound of my wife standing up from the table. I looked down at Lia, wide eyed, seeing her lips wrapped around my cock.

"Stop," I hissed. "She's coming."

Lia looked up at me but made no move to take me out of her mouth. I shoved my hand in my pocket and yanked my phone out, looking at the screen, just as Helen pushed open the door to the kitchen. I could not thing of anything I could do so I just moved my body closer to the island, hearing the faint sound of the back of Lia's head tapping against the cupboard door there. The other, not intended but much appreciated, consequence was that I pushed deeper into Lia's hot mouth.

Helen, luckily for me, stopped at the doorway, leaning against the jam. The Island slash breakfast bar came up higher than my hips. If my wife could only stay where she was Lia was hidden from her. I silently prayed to whoever might be listening that she stayed where she was.

"What are you up to in here," she asked, looking around. "Where did Lia go?"

"Ah," I said. "Um. Yeah. She..." I willed myself not to look down. "She was done in here so I told her that she was done for the day and could go to bed."

"Oh," Helen said, nodded to herself. "Makes sense. And you?"

Lia, who had paused when she heard Helen enter the room, began to suck me once more, wet mouth sliding silently up and down my shaft, tongue working the bottom of my cock. It was hard to think clearly.

"Oh," I said. "Yeah... I..." I held up my phone. "I got a couple of emails I need to respond to so...That. Thats what I'm doing."

I could not help myself. As discreetly as possible I began to move my hips, trying not to move my upper body, encouraging Lia's amazing blowjob with my movements. I hated myself just then, betraying my wife before her eyes, but the feeling was too magical not to continue.

"Ok," Helen said. "I just wanted to let you know that I have maybe an hour or so of work to do before I'm done. I'm going to be in my office. If I'm not too tired later maybe we can watch a movie or something. But I don't know. I'll be getting up early tomorrow to head into work."

"Thats fine," I said. "I'm pretty tired myself. Maybe an early night would be good." I could not believe how steady my voice sounded to myself despite what was happening just under eye level of my wife.

Helen looked about to leave, half turning, but paused and looked back at me.

"So..." she said.

I swallowed. Was I caught?

"Lia..." Helen said and I could feel a panic coming on. Still my cock was hard as Lia quietly serviced it. "She was a good choice, wasn't she? Supper was good and she has been very quiet and helpful."

"Oh," I said, eyes widening slightly as I felt Lia take me deep against her throat. "Yes. She has been... very good. So good."

Helen laughed. "See! I told you you would like having her around. Just think! Someone around almost 24-7 to handle what we need her to."

"Yes," I said. "That will be good."

"I know that having a housekeeper is new to you," Helen said. "But it's ok. It's her job to take care of us. Make sure to make use of her."

"Ok," I said, my cock jumping, seeking to be even deeper in Lia's mouth. "I will."

"Good," Helen said, turning and heading out of the kitchen. "I guess I had better get to this so I can relax after."

The swinging door shut behind her and I watched it intently for a moment, making sure she was gone before looking down at my housekeeper on her knees in front of me. I stepped back, my cock, slick with her spit coming out of her mouth with an audible pop.

"Will you, sir?" she asked me looking up. "Will you make use of me?"

"Get up here," I said, reaching down and lifting her from under her armpits, getting her to her feet. I grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, facing away from me. She placed her hands, palms down on the counter and pushed her ass towards me, knowing instinctively what I wanted, what I needed, from her.

I grabbed the waistband of her shorts and shoved them down over her round hips. They were already unbuttoned from earlier so the action opened the zipper and they slid free of her curves and fell to the floor, gathering around her feet.

I pushed my hand between her thighs and she parted her legs for me. I was checking to see if she was wet enough for me but I need not have bothered. My fingers were slick from just running them between her lips. Her inner thighs were wet from her juices dripping out of her. I grunted in appreciation.

I moved and ducked my knees a bit to maneuver my cock under her. The heat of her sex on the head of my cock was intense. It slid between the cheeks of her ass, against her opening and she moaned quietly. Suddenly I straightened my legs and I felt myself sink into her. I let a satisfied sigh out from between clenched teeth as it felt like I was finally where I belonged.

She was so wet that, despite having a tight cunt that gripped my cock like a sleeve, I slid into her in one easy movement. I could see her going up on her tip toes, and then as I wrapped my arms around her and lifted to get as deep as I could, her feet lifting off of the ground.

"Yes," she whispered. "Yeesssss."

"Quiet," I said, pulling back and slamming forward, the sound of my hips hitting her ass, muffled, but dangerously audible.

I, however, did not care. It felt like heaven. It had been years since I had felt so right entering a woman. I pulled back and slammed forward, hard. Then again. And again. Her pussy gripped me like a firm hand, her wetness now dripping down my thighs.

She cried out quietly each thrust, at first, but her voice was building. Over her shoulder I could see her eyes closed, plump lips parted. I was close to being lost in the sensation but had enough wits left to me to reach around and cover her mouth with my hand.

I fucked her hard against my island counter, one hand muffling her cries, the other grabbing a handful of her full tits, the hard nipple against my palm. Each time I thrust forward, she pushed her ass back, getting me as deep into her as she could. My hips slapped against her ass, the quiet smacking sounds seeming much louder than they were in that room.

Her sounds against my palm were getting louder, but I could not slow down. I needed to move inside her. I needed to feel that tight cunt wrapped around my cock. She was pushing back against me at a more frenzied rate. I could sense that she would be cumming soon so I ploughed into her ferociously.

Finally her back arched and she froze, moaning against my palm. I pulled her tight against me, pusing as deep into her as I could go, impaling her. Her legs shook and her cunt clamped down on me as she came.

Lia was gasping for breath as she began to come down, and I took that moment to grab her hips with both hands and begin to slam into her as hard and fast as I could, chasing my own climax.

Her teeth were gritted as she tried to keep quiet as I fucked her. Her tits swung free, heavy and full, her thick brown nipples, hard as pebbles ran back and forth over the granite countertop. I felt her legs shudder again as she came once more, pussy tightening around me. It was enough.

"Gonna cum," I grunted. "I'll pull out." It took all my will not to let loose as I spoke. I was about to slide out of her, letting loose on her ass and back, when she reached back with both hands, letting her upper body fall against the counter, breasts pushing into the surface. I could see the round swells pushed out on either side of her body. Her hands gripped my hips, trying to keep me inside her.

"Cum in my, sir," she said, gasping. "Fill me up!"

I was too far gone to think it through. I slammed forward once more, muscles taught, groaning as I finally came. I could feel it explode from my balls, which tightened against my body, spraying deep into her. I pulled back a bit, slamming forward again, letting loose another spurt. I held her there, then, cock twitching as I emptied myself into her.

I fell forward, my body atop of hers as we both tried to catch our breaths. Finally I groaned and stepped away, my still twitching cock slipping out, a string of my cum connecting us for a moment longer before it broke. I watched my seed oozing from the cunt of my housekeeper for a moment before she straightened up and turned towards me.

As I sucked oxygen into my lungs, reason returned to me. What had I done?! What had possessed me to fuck my housekeeper while my wife was just a few rooms away from us? How had I let myself cum in her? Was she on birth control? My wife had had her tubes tied years ago so we never worried about that. What the utter fuck had I done?

Lia did not seem to have any of the same reservations. She smiled at me, a cute, satisfied smile. She reached down and pulled her shorts up, trapping, presumably, my cum from leaking down her legs.

"Look," I said, finally, "Lia, I'm sorry. I don't... I shouldn't have done... Jesus Christ."

She just continued to smile at me and stepped close to me, looking up into my face. She reached up and cupped my cheeks in her palms and kissed me on my mouth. Without planning it my lips parted and her tongue slid into my mouth and I kissed her back. Then she broke the contact and stepped away.

"Thank you, sir," she said quietly. "I think I will like working here."

She began to walk away, towards the stairs that led down to her room.

"I can't wait to see what you do to me tomorrow," she said, head turned, looking back at me over her shoulder.

I blinked stupidly at her retreating back.

Tomorrow? What? I could not do anything with her tomorrow. Or ever again! Still. My deflating cock gave a twitch, as if to say, Yes. Yes you will. Over and over again....

I groaned and put my head in my hands before pulling up my pants and heading upstairs to shower. I needed to wash the smell of my betrayal off of me, even if I could not wash it out of my mind. Honestly I had never really felt at ease in my house. Since day one it had seemed too large and empty. While we could easily afford it, with my wife's salary as a high powered retail executive, and my earnings buying and selling luxury cars, it felt strange and wasteful for a childless couple to live in a massive five bedroom house in the suburbs.

I had a new reason now, however, to feel uncomfortable. Our new live-in housekeeper, Lia.

I had resisted the hiring of a housekeeper for some time but, after 15 years of marriage, Helen, my wife, was sick of us arguing who's turn it was to clean, or cook, or do dishes, finally convinced me. We hired a young asian girl on the suggestion of some friends and Lia had moved in.

Lia. She was the problem. She was sexy, with surprisingly large breasts for a petite asian girl. She had a cute face with plump lips, and a round ass. Most men, I suppose, would not complain about any of this, and if I was limited to sneaky glances at her figure, and quiet, unrequited lusting, that would have been fine. But Lia offered so much more.

On her first day she had watched me jerk off and cleaned my cum off of the floor, then later that evening had convinced me to fuck her while my wife was in the next room. It was amazing but reckless. I had dumped my cum deep in her and she had smiled and said she was looking forward to more. I was in deep, deep trouble.

******

I showered after fucking Lia in my kitchen, a long hot shower in my multi headed steam shower, cleaning her cum off of my cock, and her smell off of my body. My wife was in the bedroom beside me. She had a book when I entered the adjoining bathroom, but I knew from experience that she would have already fallen asleep when I exited.

She fell asleep before me most nights, and we rarely fucked anymore, despite me still finding her 39 year old body sexy. I was 42 and I thought I had kept myself in decent shape. Her sex drive had almost dissapeared while mine was as strong as, or stronger than ever. So, when the young asian girl offered herself to me I was unable to resist.

The guilt of that betrayal was not as easy to wash off as the smell of her sex on my cock. I had never cheated on my wife before, despite having a few opportunities. I had always resisted, had always stayed true. I was, it seemed, weaker than I had thought I was and that was bothersome. I was disappointed and disgusted with myself, and terrified that I may have destroyed a 15 year marriage to the woman who I loved more than anything else in the world.

As I stood there with hot water pouring off my relatively toned body, coursing through my beard which had some streaks of grey, I realised that I could not do that again. No matter what was happening between my wife and I, it was no excuse for what I did. I would fix us. Not fuck some random girl. We had talked about going to couples therapy a while ago. Maybe I could suggest that again and we could re-ignite our spark and I would be stronger against temptation.

In the meantime, I resolved, I would keep my space from Lia. I would not let her near me and I would control myself around her.

I turned off the shower, dried off and went to the bedroom. As I suspected Helen was asleep, the book discarded on the bed beside her. I put the book on her nightstand, pulled the covers up to her chin and turned off the lamp on her side of the bed. I lightly kissed her and she sighed in her sleep. I got into bed myself and closed my eyes, resolved to be a better husband tomorrow.

******

A resolution, it seems, is easier made than kept. I supposed that is why so many that are made January first get jettisoned by the fifth. While I may have resolved to leave Lia alone and focus on my relationship with my wife, I immediately found that this was going to be an issue.

I woke up alone in the bed. This was completely un-surprising. Helen was early to work and late home most days, dedicating most of her time to her job. I never minded. It made her happy and she earned well in return. I woke up most days around 9:30 or 10AM but she usually got up around 6, hit the home gym and was out of the house by 8 AM. This left me alone to do my work, take my time with a cup of coffee and slowly ease into my day, in the way that I preferred.

I rolled out of bed and stood up, wearing only soft fabric pyjama pants. I pulled a robe on, tying it loosely around my waist, most of my bare chest showing in the V formed by the two sides of the garment. I quickly brushed my teeth and then went downstairs to the kitchen to make some coffee.

I was surprised to see a tray set out on the kitchen island, with a carafe of coffee, a cup, sugar and milk in small containers that I doubted my wife and I had ever used, a croissant on a plate and the folded up newspaper. My first reaction was a smile, seeing this little tableau. What a nice thing my wife had done for me!

I was hit with a brief wave of regret when I remembered what had happened on this island just the night before. How could I have done that to the woman who would set this up for me?!

I sat down and poured myself a cup of coffee, opening my phone to check my emails, opening one with a promising lead for a vintage Porsche, when she walked into the kitchen. Lia. The housekeeper.

She was wearing just a button up flannel shirt, that I very quickly realised was mine. Where had she gotten that? Out of the laundry, I supposed. It was just long enough to cover her ass, and buttoned only about half-way up so I could see the delicious swing of her breasts as she walked towards me.

I spun around, looking in the direction of my wife's office, panicked before remembering that she would have long since gone to work. I looked back at Lia and she was on the other side of the island, her elbows on the granite, leaning forward giving me an even better view of her smooth breasts.

"Good morning, sir," she said in her quiet voice. "How did you sleep? How is the breakfast? Is it ok, or would you prefer I cook something for you?"

Of course, I thought. It wasn't Helen, my wife, who had set this up. It was Lia.

"Um," I said, trying to avert my gaze from her cleavage. "I slept… Fine. Thank you."

I gestured to the breakfast. "And Thank you. But its not necessary."

"Oh," she said smiling. "I don't care that it is not necessary. I just want to make you happy."

"Right." I swallowed past a lump in my throat. "Um… About last night…" I was having trouble putting into words what I meant to say.

"Yes," she said smiling a small smile. "Last night. I hope you enjoyed yourself?"

I shook my head.

"It was a mistake. I am very sorry. I never should have let it get that far. It can not happen again."

The small smile faded and she looked at me with very sad eyes.

"Then you did not enjoy yourself? Did I not perform to your liking?"

"No," I said, somehow feeling bad for her. "That's not…of course I enjoyed myself! We just can't do it again!"

Lia smiled again.

"Ok. As long as you enjoyed yourself. This is what I am here for. What my job is. To please you, sir."

She straightened up and her hands came up to the highest button that was actually done up on the shirt she was wearing. It was just below her breasts and she popped it open. Then the one under it.

"Please, sir," she said as she slowly worked the fastenings. "Please. Let me please you."

My hand was shaking as I set the coffee cup I realized I was still holding back in its saucer. Sloshing some of the dark liquid over the rim as it did.

My eyes were transfixed on the inner swells of her breasts as she slowly revealed them. I could not tear them away.

Once the shirt was completely unbuttoned she pulled it slowly open, the flannel catching on her nipples as they finally came into view. They were darker than her tan colored skin, thick and very hard. I could now see that she was wearing thong underwear, white with small red dots on them.

Her hand slowly ran down her stomach and under the elastic band, pushing towards her mound. Her plump, red painted lips, parted as she touched herself.

I groaned as I watched the display.

"Wait!" I said standing up. Lia smiled at me and her own eyes traced down my body to my crotch where my Pyjama pants and robe did nothing to hide how hard my cock had gotten, the shaft forming a tent in the fabric.

"Fuck," I said, embarrassed. I grabbed my phone and rushed out of the kitchen and up the stairs to my room.

Once there I grabbed some jeans, pulled on a tee shirt, grabbed the keys to one of my cars and rushed back down the stairs and out to the garage.

I was lucky. I did not encounter Lia. I was not sure that if I had I would be able to resist her any more.

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I had nowhere to go that day. There were no car auctions, and my lead on the vintage Porsche was just that. A Lead.

I drove around aimlessly for a while, cursing myself for getting into this situation. If I had only kept it in my pants yesterday none of this would be happening. If I was not so weak!

Eventually I pulled up at a coffee shop and worked on my phone from there for a few hours. My thoughts invariably turned back to my hot Asian house keeper. How could they not. There were moments that I schemed how to continue this but I tried to push those away.

There is only so much time you can kill in a coffee shop however. Eventually I sighed, grabbed my stuff and headed back to my car.

This was stupid. I was the one in control here. Lia worked for me. I would just go in there, tell her it is done and let her know that if she did not start acting appropriately I would fire her. Simple as that.

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Helen was not home when I arrived at around 4PM, though I did not expect her to be. She usually arrived some time between 8 and 9:30, exhausted from her long days.

I dropped my keys in the tray by the door and called out.

"Lia? Are you here? We need to talk!"

There was no response. I walked through the main floor not finding her. The house was very clean, however. Whatever else, she did seem very good at her job.

In the kitchen I could smell something cooking, seeing that she had something slowly roasting in the oven. I was actually looking forward to eating that but first things first.

She was not upstairs either. My wife and I's bedroom was tidy with the bed made and any laundry put away, but no sign of the housekeeper. The bathroom and the spare bedroom were empty as well.

Finally I went to my office, pushing open the door. I half expected to find her there but again, no sign of her. I looked guiltily at the floor where I had cum in front of her yesterday and shook my head. I was about to leave when I noticed something.

A yellow post-it note was stuck to the monitor of my computer. I frowned and crossed the room. Written in block letters was a brief note that read: Turn me on.

I was wary but sat in my chair and touched the on button. A brief flicker later I saw my desktop, seemingly unchanged. I was confused for a moment until I noticed a video file saved to the desktop. I knew that was not something I had done. I was one of those guys who meticulously organised my computer into orderly folders. The file was named: For You

I was not surprised to see, when I hit the play button and the video filled the screen to see Lia.

She had used the camera perched on top of the monitor to film this it seemed because the video opened to her sitting in my chair, leaned back.

She was still wearing my flannel shirt but it was just as unbuttoned as when I had last seen her in it. What was different, I discovered when she pushed the rolling chair back so her entire body was in frame, was that she was no longer wearing the thong. Her bald pussy was clear to see, and became clearer as he slowly spread her legs and hooked them on the armrests on either side of the chair.

I was transfixed as I I watched the lips of her pussy spread open, the glistening wetness of her cunt flashing in the light cast by the camera.

"Sir," she said to the camera. Her slight accent did not obscure the words at all. "I want you to know that I am here for you."

I could not look away from the screen as she ran her left hand over her left tit, squeezing it, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, then tugging on the brown nipple. Her other hand reached between her legs and began to rub her clit.

"I understand our relationship," she continued, "even if you don't. Yet."

She began to push her fingers into her self, and I swallowed as the first two digits of her right hand sank into a clearly very wet pussy and began to stroke in and out.

"I belong to you now, sir. I'm yours for the taking. Or not. It is all up to you. Just know that though I want to cum so bad right now, I will not. I will only cum for you. With you. When you tell me I may."

She slipped her fingers out of herself and leaned forward towards the camera, looking directly into it, making it seem like she was looking into my eyes.

"I am downstairs now. Waiting for you. May I cum? Please come down and tell me yes. Or no. It is up to you."

The video ended and I let out a breath I did not know that I was holding in.

What. The. Fuck. Was I supposed to do with that!

I realised that without my own self noticing I had begun to fondle my hard cock through my jeans as I watched. It had been so sexy.

I closed the video and was about to delete it but then stopped myself. I opened a folder that contained my tax information from 2004 and created a new folder called oil change receipts and moved the video there. I could delete it later, I told myself. Lying to myself.

Ever heard of a fugue state? It's when you do things but do not remember it. Like a black out drunk without the booze. I wish I could say that I was in one before I found myself at the door that led into Lia's room. It would not be true. I knew what I was doing. I had just lost any resolve I had before this.

My hand was shaking when I raised it, about to knock on Lia's door. I was hard as a rock and breathing heavily with lust. All I had to do was push into this room and Lia would have what she wanted.

I paused. Wait. That was exactly the problem. She would get exactly what she wanted. She *wanted* me to be shaking like a horny school boy. If I opened that door at this moment she would have me. I would not be able to resist her again, I knew.

I took a deep breath and lowered my hand. I turned and walked back upstairs and went into my office and locked the door behind myself.

I opened up the video she had left on my desktop and jerked off furiously into a tissue. It was fast and hard and I came a heavy load, but was barely satisfied. Still. I was in control.

I opened my email and went to work, securing a couple sales and making a decent chunk of commission.

+++++

Helen, as expected, worked late that evening. We exchanged some texts but I knew I would be eating alone. I considered going out and grabbing some fast food to avoid Lia but, in the end, decided that this was my house and I would not be run off.

I went down to the kitchen and on my way I could smell something great. I saw Lia standing at the stove. She was still wearing my flannel shirt and, I could glimpse as she moved and the shirt lifted, small panties. Nothing else.

The lust I felt was almost overpowering. It was all I could do not to charge across the room and take what Lia had offered me. I knew, however, that if I did that I would not really be in control of this situation. I had other plans.

She turned and looked at me when I entered. She quickly lowered her eyes, in a passive, sheepish manner. Without a bra her huge breasts swayed under the fabric of the shirt.

"Food is almost ready, sir," she said quietly.

"Good," I said casually, as if she was not putting her sexy body on display for me. As if I had not seen that video she left. As if I had not fucked her the night before. As if I wasn't already hard just looking at her. "What is it?"

"It is roasted pork, potatoes and a salad, sir," she said. She hesitated. "…you…you didn't come…"

I shrugged.

"I was busy," I said, offhandedly. "I'll eat here, Lia. No sense in using the dining room."

I sat at one of the stools at the counter and watched her as she plated up my food. She placed it in front of me and started tidying up. She made a second plate and put it in the fridge, presumably for my wife when she got home.

As I ate I watched Lia wash the dishes that did not go into the dishwasher. Her body moved so enticingly under the clothing.

"Lia," I said, cutting a piece of chicken and putting it in my mouth.

She turned and looked at me.

"That's my shirt. Take it off."

She looked down and even blushed a bit.

"Yes, sir," she said. She unbuttoned the buttons one at a time. Slowly the shirt fell open, her nipples, obviously hard, just hidden by the fabric. She pulled the shirt off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

She was amazing. I couldn't believe that this shirt Asian girl had such large, amazing breasts. The light brown nipples stood long and firm, seeming to need to be taken into my mouth.

She started to walk towards me.

"Stop." I said. She paused. Seeming unsure of herself. "Don't come any closer."

She looked confused.

"Go kneel against the wall over there," I said, gesturing to the wall across from me.

She didn't say anything, but she obeyed. She crossed over, pressed her bare back against the wall and slid down to her knees.

She gazed at me, longing in her eyes. I suspected she had done exactly what she had promised earlier. Held off cumming until I told her she could. Her knees were partly spread and I could see a wet spot forming on her panties.

I stared back at her, slowly finishing my meal. She could only hold eye contact for a few moments before she looked down at the floor in front of her.

"Play with your tits, Lia," I commanded.

I saw her blink then slowly raise her hands to those amazing heavy globes. She began to massage them, fingers finding her nipples which she pulled.

She bit her lip.

"Please sir," she said. "I am very sensitive. I may cum."

"No," I said. "Do not cum. Not unless I tell you. That's what you wanted, yeah?"

She closed her eyes and nodded, but continued to play with herself.

I pushed my plate away and stood up. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper. I pushed them down and stepped out of them. My hard cock made a tent in my boxer briefs.

I reached into them and gripped my cock with my hand, the thick shaft filling my fist. Lia looked at me, licking her lips. She was breathing heavily.

I slowly stroked myself as I walked towards her. Despite having jerked off a couple hours previously I was throbbing. Ready to go again.

Lia leaned forward, back leaving the wall, opening her mouth. Instinctually ready to swallow my cock.

"Back against the wall, Lia," I said. I was standing directly in front of her then, cock in hand, my uncut foreskin pulling back and forth over the swollen helmet. The head glistened with pre cum.

I looked down at her as she looked up at me. Silently begging me to use that cock on her. I placed my free hand on the wall above her and leaned against it. She looked perfect. Her pretty Asian face was flushed, her plump lips were wet. All I had to do was move slightly forward and I could be fucking that sweet mouth.

Instead I jerked my cock faster. The head was just inches away from her face. She looked both confused and desperate.

"Please sir," she whined. "Can I suck your cock? Will you fuck me?"

"No," I said, simply. The act of refusing her, her total submission to me was so erotic. I was jerking my cock hard and fast now. I was already on the edge.

I groaned as I felt the orgasm build in me, hips thrust forward, hand flying back and forth on my cock.

"Open your fucking mouth!" I shouted, and she did.

I exploded, spraying her face with cum. She gasped and flinched but held still there. I did not bother to aim for her open mouth and the cum hit her across her eyes and bridge of her nose. I grunted again and this time came into her open mouth. I milked myself onto her face.

I was breathing heavily, gasping, leaning into my hand on the wall. I pressed my cock into her cheek, smearing my cum with the sensitive tip. She turned her head, mouth open but I moved my cock away from it.

I stepped back.

"Clean it up, Lia," I said. "Don't miss a drop."

Obediently she brought her hands to her face and gathered the cum and pushed it into her mouth. She scraped it out of her eyes, off her cheeks and lips.

Her face glistened with the glazing of cum I had painted across it. The wet spot on her panties had spread. She looked like a perfect slut.

"Good," I said. "Now go to bed. I don't want to see you again tonight."

I was pulling on my jeans.

"But…" her voice was plaintive. "Sir…can I.."

"Can you what, Lia?" I asked.

"Can I cum?"

I looked her up and down.

"No," I said. "Not tonight."

I left the room and went to watch some TV before heading to bed.

Helen arrived home shortly after that.

"How was your evening?" She asked, leaning against the doorframe of the living room.

"Ah, not bad," I said. "Lia made a decent supper. There are some leftovers for you, I think."

"Oh," Helen said. "That's nice. But I ordered in food at work with the team. Did she eat as well, so you know?"

"Oh yeah," I answered with a smile. "I made sure she got something to eat."

My wife and I went to bed shortly after that.

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I woke the next morning and around 9AM, I looked over and confirmed that Helen had already gone to work. I was eating what I always wore when I slept, cotton pajama pants and nothing else. My usual morning wood made a tent in the pants and I considered jerking off but instead I rolled out of bed and had a quick shower.

I headed downstairs and I could hear the vacuum going in the living room. I glanced in and saw Lia running it back and forth, doing her job.

She was wearing short cotton shorts which covered only half of her ass cheeks, the tan skin looking so soft and inviting. She had on a white tee shirt. It was tight and there were no signs of bra straps showing through. As she pushed the vacuum back and forth her breasts bounced and swayed magnificently.

I was instantly hard for her. I took a breath and then walked up behind her quietly. She did not hear or notice me over the sounds of the vacuum so I was able to step right behind her.

Finally she tensed, sensing me standing there. I quickly wrapped my arms around her and pulled her against me, my hard cock pressed into the small of her back. She let out a gasp and dropped the vacuum on the floor where it sputtered out.

"Did you cum last night, Lia?" I whispered in her ear.

She relaxed back against me, pressing her back against my chest. Harder against my raging cock.

"No, sir," she said, breathless. "I did as I was told. I went to bed. I did not cum."

"That's good," I said, running both my hands up her front, under the tee shirt and around her breasts. My hands were in no way capable of holding all of the soft flesh. Her nipples were hard against my palms.

I slid one hand back down her stomach and into the front of her shorts, easily gliding past the elastic waistband. My fingers ran over the smooth lips of her pussy, and between the lips. She was already getting wet from my touch.

I parted the lips and after a brief rub on her clit which made her groan hooked into her cunt, stroking the top of the canal.

"Do you want to cut today?" I asked, lips at her earlobe.

"Yes, sir," she gasped. "Please, sir!"

I pushed her a couple steps towards the back of the couch, fingers still inside of her, steering her with her cunt. Her hips hit the sofa back and she bent forward slightly. She reached around trying to get her hands between us, to grip my cock.

"No touching," I said, moving my hips back away from her.

She nodded silently and moved her hand to rest on the back of the couch. She arched her back as I stroked her with my fingers and moaned.

One hand on her tit the other stroking her, rubbing her clit, chasing the moans and groans she was making.

"Oh..god…sir…I'm gonna…"

"Wait," I whispered. "Not yet. Beg me. Beg me to cum."

She was writhing under my body. My cock was grinding into her ass, and it was all I could do not to yank her shorts down and drive into her. I continued to restrain myself, relishing how I was now the one in control.

"Please, sir," she moaned. "I need it sir! I need to cum! Please let me cum! Pleeease!"

I waiting a breath longer then said into her ear, "Cum. Cum for me, Lia."

She shrieked as she came, both hands coming up to cover her mouth, but doing nothing to stifle her sounds. Her hips began to buck, her legs shaking. Her cunt spasmed on my fingers. She was gasping and groaning as she rode out her climax.

After what seemed like minutes, though in reality it was probably much less time, she fell forward, slumped over the back of the couch. Her ass was presented to me, a wide wet spot between her legs. She caught her breath.

"Thank you, sir," she said. "Will you fuck me now? Please?"

With what felt like impossible restraint I stepped away from her, leaving her there a shaky mess draped over my couch. I was rock hard and ready to take her. But I shook my head.

"No," I said as I started to walk away. "I need a cup of coffee. And it looks like you aren't done vacuuming in here."

I walked into the kitchen, ignoring my throbbing cock and poured a cup of coffee. In the other room I heard the vacuum start up again.

+++++

I had to go out after that. Sometimes I would buy multiple luxury cars at auction and I Had a garage on the edge of the city where I stored them until I had a buyer. Someone had contacted me about purchasing a G Wagon and I had one for them to take a look at and test drive.

Often, I get these requests from people who are not serious. They just wanted to pretend for a while that they could actually afford the cars I had for sale, but over the years I had gotten pretty good at weeding out the tire kickers.

That day the grey haired man who came by was actually interested. He made an offer, much lower than I would ever accept, and we started a negotiation. After about half an hour of throwing prices at one another we settled on one that was more acceptable for both of us. It was a bit lower than I had asked for originally but it was close to what the car was worth. I got a decent payday and he felt like he had brought the price down. Win, win.

I headed home after that, feeling pretty good about myself.

It was around 5 when I returned. Lia had not started supper yet and I did not see her on the main floor. I headed up to my office to make up the paleo for the sale and email my client to finish it all off.

I pushed into the room and paused at the door. Lia was sitting on the couch I had in there, wearing the same thing she had been earlier.

"Lia," I said, "what are you doing in here?"

She looked up at me and smiled shyly.

"I was done for the day. Helen messaged me to say not to make dinner. She was going to take you out. So I thought I would wait here to tell you. Is that ok?"

I shrugged.

"Yeah," I said, crossing to my desk. "I guess that's fine."

I rolled the chair back and sat down, turning on my computer.

I looked at Lia, sitting there in her tight tee shirt, firm, full breasts on display. She was so desirable.

"Come here," I said, gesturing to the space between me and the desk. "Kneel down."

She immediately got up, crossed the room and knelt between my legs. I kind fed her backwards and she reversed under the desk.

My desk was an antique, mid century piece. It was made of walnut. It was wide and the side where I did not sit went all the way to the floor.

I rolled my chair towards Lia.

"I have some work to do," I said. "But you may take my cock out and suck it."

Lia did not say anything. She just reached forward, unzipped my jeans and freed my cock. It was already hard when she wrapped her small hand around the thick shaft.

I opened the documents I need to complete the sale and began filling in the information. The name of the client, the make and model of the car. The VIN.

While I did this I could feel Lia's hot breath on the head of my cock. She stroked downwards and I felt the foreskin pull back to reveal the purple head.

Her tongue flicked across the head and I took in a hiss of breath. I felt her lips open and she sucked me into her mouth.

Her fingers fondled my balls as she pulled me deeper, taking me into her throat. Then she pulled back, stroking as she did so, tongue massaging the bottom of the shaft.

She wasn't rushed and took her time sucking me. It was amazing. Her hot wet mouth worked my cock tip to my stomach. She did not gag as she took me deep and held me there but I could feel her drool on my balls.

I was flexing my ass to make minute thrusts into her mouth but was also trying to concentrate on filling out the forms.

I was lost in the sensation that I didn't hear Helen until she was just outside my door. My heart pounded as I shoved myself further against my desk, pressed the edge into me, shoving Lia deeper under and my cock deeper into her throat.

She made a small gagging sound as my cock unexpected went that deep, but it was relatively quiet.

"Hey, honey," Helen said and stood just inside the doorway. "I tried texting you earlier but it didn't go through. We're you at your garage?"

The reception out there was terrible so I often did not get texts there.

"Yeah," I said, keeping my voice steady, trying not to reveal that I had my cock in the mouth of a young Asian.

"I made a sale, actually. One of the G Wagons."

I almost hissed in breath when Lia chose that moment to start sucking me again, quietly sliding her mouth up and down on my cock. I held it in, however.

"That's great," Helen said smiling. "Well now we actually have something to celebrate. I was just going to take you out for dinner to thank you for agreeing to hire Lia! Have you seen her actually? I asked her to let you know about the meal."

I shook my head. Under the desk, Lia was sucking on the head of my cock while she pumped the shaft with her hand.

"Nope. I think maybe she went out? She wasn't here when I got back."

Helen shrugged.

"Ok," she said. "That's fine. The house looks great, don't you think? Aren't you glad I convinced you to hire her?"

Before I could respond, Lia sucked and forced her head down; pushing my cock deep, holding herself there as her throat muscles clenched. It felt unbelievable and I made a fist on the top of the desk to prevent myself from groaning.

"Yeah," I said, attempting to be nonchalant. "I think she is going to work out."

Helen nodded, pleased. Lia finally pulled me out of her throat for air and worked my shaft with her hand.

"Ok," my wife said, turning away. "I'm going to get changed. Our reservation is in an hour and a half. You should get ready."

I nodded.

"I just have to finish this up," I said to Helen's receding back.

When I heard our bedroom door open and close I pushed back my chair rolling it away from the desk, allowing me to see Lia once more.

She had lifted her tee shirt up, freeing her tits and I could see her hand inside her shorts where she had obviously been playing with herself.

She moved with me, keeping my cock in her mouth. I groaned quietly and gripped either side of her head, thrusting my hips.

I heard the shower in the attached bathroom turn on and began to fuck Lia's face.

Lia made quiet glugging sounds as I drove myself into her mouth. I hauled her deep with my hands that were now fists buried in her hair.

My hips rose off of my chair as I slammed into her face, my balls smacking into her chin. My teeth were gritted. I needed this after having shown such restraint earlier in the day.

It did not take long. I was near the edge and my frantic face fuckint took me to it, then over it. I shoved deep as I could go, deep into her throat as I groaned and finally came, spraying a heavy load into her throat. The force of my climax made her eyes go wide and begin to gag. I could see some of my cum leaking out her nose as I held her there, my cock throbbing and spasming with my orgasm.

I finally gasped for breath and fell back, letting my cock slip out of Lia's throat and her mouth. She had drool and cum dripping down her chin. Her eyes were wet with tears from gagging.

I stroked the side of her face.

"Good girl," I said and she smiled up at me. "Now I have to go. Get under the desk and stay there until Helen and I are gone."

I shoved my cock back in my jeans and left the room to get ready for my date with my wife.

+++++

Going out for a nice meal with my wife reminded me why we had been so compatible for so long. We arrived at the steakhouse and had a couple drinks at the bar before heading in to eat.

The meal was good, but spending time with my wife was better. Her job was incredibly taxing and took up so much of her time that it left so little for us to enjoy ourselves together.

We chatted a bit about work, but mostly talked about us. We spoke about retirement and what that might look like. I expected I would always sell cars. I mean, why not? It was not very hard work and I had spent years building a reputation and client base.

Helen, on the other hand, felt like she would be ready once she was 55 or 60 to give it up. It was not the actual job that she enjoyed, it was working hard and being rewarded for her efforts that she enjoyed. Meeting and succeeding at challenges. It was why she had risen to the position she had now and why we both expected her to continue.

We discussed buying a cottage, some place on the water. We always rented one in the summer but figured why not buy our own? We could afford it.

Helen looked good that night. She had on a slinky black dress. I couldn't help but to compare her body to Lia's. While Lia was short and had large breasts and wide hips, Helen was almost as tall as me. Her breasts were smaller, but still firm despite being just shy of thirty. Her face was beautiful, framed by brown hair that fell to her shoulders. I was, I knew, a lucky guy to have her.

Thinking about Lia while on this date made me feel terrible. I knew that all my attention should be on my wife, but I couldn't stop thinking about her. About my cock in her mouth. About fucking her in the kitchen. Every time she crossed my mind I got hard, but I tried to push it away.

What I really needed to do was fuck my wife. That would help me get my head on straight.

We returned home around 10:30 PM and Helen went up to the room to get ready for bed. I grabbed a glass of water and glanced at the door that led down to the basement where Lia had her room. I assumed that she would be there. I shook my head and followed my wife upstairs.

She had already pulled a nighty over her head and was facing away from me, removing her dangling diamond earrings. I walked up behind her and hugged her.

She sighed happily and leaned back against me.

"I had fun tonight," she said.

"Me too," I said, kissing her neck. "We should have some more fun."

She chuckled but moved away from me and started to climb into bed.

"I'd love that," she said. "But I have that zoom call at nine. I need my sleep."

I sighed and climbed into bed beside her.

"That's ok," I said for what felt like the millionth time in the last year. "Sleep well."

We briefly kissed and my wife rolled onto her side and was soon lightly snoring. I lay there with my eyes open staring at the ceiling. Frustrated and annoyed.

I knew that it was peak asshole but I could not help but, deep down, partially blame Helen for playing around with Lia. If Helen had fucked me i would not be laying here with a hard cock thinking about our housekeeper.

I sighed and rolled out of bed. Helen did not move. She had always been a deep sleeper. I walked to the door and quietly opened it, stepping into the hall.

It only took a few minutes to go down two flights of stairs and find myself at Lia's door. I hesitated only a minute before reaching out and grasping the knob.

I turned it and stepped inside. It was a simple small room. There was a dresser but other than that, the queen sized bed took up most of the space.

Lia was laying on top of the blankets, phone in her hand. She was wearing a tee shirt that looked like one of mine that she had pulled out of the laundry. It did little to contain her tits, they strained against the fabric. It came down only to her hips and she was naked below that.

She looked up when I entered the room and her eyes widened. Then she smiled.

"Hello," she said.

"Hello," I answered, staring at her.

"Is there something you want, sir?"

"Yes," I said. "There is."

I quickly crossed the room and climbed onto the bed pushing her legs apart. Her sex spread for me and I saw the pink flesh between the lips of her smooth pussy.

She dropped her phone onto the bed beside her and looked down her body at me. I started to kiss the inside of her thigh, working my downwards. Lia moaned quietly.

Soon I was at her sex and my beard brushed the insides of her thighs. My lips brushed her pussy and she gasped, lifting her hips towards my mouth.

Instead I kissed the inside of her other thigh, working my way back up to her knee. Then back down.

This time I did not tease. I lapped my tongue beweeen her lips, along the velvet smooth skin, across her opening, and to her clit. I sucked her clit between my teeth and lapped at it.

Her hands came down to the back of my head and entwined with my hair. I pushed first one then a second finger into her and began fucking her with them as I sucked on her clit. Licking, sucking, fingers pumping in her.

She was soon bucking against my fingers groaning as I ate her out.

"Sir!" She gasped. "Sir! I am close already!"

"You can cum,"' I said, my voice rumbling into her sex as I pleasured her. "Cum, Lia."

It was only moments before she did, thighs clamping around my ears, hips spasming against my mouth. I continued to fuck her with my fingers as she came.

Finally she shivered, her whole body tightened and she whined, before collapsing back down onto the bed.

"Thank you, sir," she gasped. "Thank you."

I pushed her thighs away from around my head and kissed up her smooth belly, up along the under curve of her tit, pushing the shirt up as I went. I found her nipple and sucked it into my mouth.

My tongue swirled around it, flicking at it. She moaned. I moved to the other and brought my hand up to pinch the first nipple, slick with my spit.

Finally I was face to face with Lia, her slightly slanted eyed looking into mine. I kissed her deeply.

I could feel her hands go down to my hips, shoving my pajama pants down. I helped her and my hard cock sprung free.

It was nudging at her sex and she opened her legs.

"What do you want, Lia," I asked quietly.

"I want you to fuck me. Please!"

I thrust my hips and sank into her, sheathing my cock into her hot wer cunt in one motion. She was tight and she gripped me as I filled her."Oh fuck," she moaned. "So full, fuck me with your big cock."

Slowly I began to thrust. Long slow thrusts, sinking completely into her, my hips meeting hers, then pulling back, almost to the point of slipping out.

She moaned quietly each time I pushed deep into her, and sighed as I pulled back. I could not maintain the slow pace for too long. I needed to fuck her.

I sped up, our bodies slapping together. I could feel her amazing tits bouncing against my chest. I was grunting with each thrust, my balls slapping into her. I kisse her, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She moaned into mine.

Her hands were on my hips, encouraging me to fuck her faster. I obliged, slamming into her. She was crying out each time our bodies impacted.

I briefly, in the back corner of my mind worried about the sound, but I remembered when we bought the house the realtor had said this room in the basement was soundproof so it would be perfect for our kids one day. There were no kids of course, but I was thankful for the protection as I railed the young Asian woman two floors away from my wife.

I could feel my climax approaching.

"I'm gonna cum," I grunted.

"Cum in me," Lia cried out. "Please! Fill me up!"

She reached between us and furiously rubbed her clit as I fucked her.

I could not hold back any longer and groaned and arched my back, releasing in her, flooding her with my seed. The feeling of my hot cum in her made her cry out with another orgasm, her cunt clenching down on my cock, milking me as I continued to stroke through my climax.

After a moment I collapsed beside her.

"Thank you," she said, breathlessly. "Thank you, sir."

I didn't want to go anywhere but after a few minutes l left here there in her bed, my cum leaking out of her cunt, and showered downstairs.

Then I went up and crawled into bed with my still sleeping wife.

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