Alice And Dani - An Explanation

I was devastated when Dani revealed her desire to go to catering college, but of course, I couldn’t stand in her way. More than that, the thought of her racking up enormous debt, both in living expenses, accommodation, plus the equipment she would need to buy was simply intolerable to me. So, with a smile on my lips, and an aching heart, I paid for everything, and sent her on her way. Oh, she said she would return when she graduated, but I really didn’t expect her to. For sure, she would meet someone, and that would be that. I would become just one of life’s experiences, and perhaps that’s how it should be. 

By the time Dani left here, she was developing into a highly sexual girl, up for anything, but far, far more importantly, she was a girl who was proactively suggesting sexy things to do. She was really exploring herself, which I loved to see, be part of, or hear about. 

So, with Dani gone, we needed a new Housekeeper. But that’s not easy. Emily and I, both jointly and separately, are highly sexual entities, and the choice is either suppress that, or continue to live and express our sexuality as we believe we should. It is our home, after all. So, interviewing for a replacement was difficult. In the end, there were only two potential candidates, Alice, and another woman. We will call her Jess. Jess and Alice were neck and neck in the cooking stakes, both superb, inventive and creative cooks. Both had immensely high standards when it came to maintaining a home this size. Jess had hands-on experience, while Alice had never looked after anywhere this big, either alone or as part of a staff. 

The difficult part of the interview was me explaining that a) I am married to another girl. B) that Emily and I are very physical together, and very, very spontaneous. And c) that we were physical and spontaneous when the other was away from home. I didn’t need to explain B or C to Jess, as I could see the expression she tried to hide the moment I made her aware that I was married to another girl. In fact, Jess’s answers became clipped and rushed. She was blowing the interview on purpose, but I don’t blame her in the least. Better we know now than later. She wouldn’t have fitted in here, and we certainly would have embarrassed her no end, so bye-bye Jess. 

When I hired Alice, it was on a temporary basis of one month. I deliberately chose a month that would see Emily home for a week slap in the middle of it. As you can imagine, we couldn’t keep our hands off one another. Remember the old advertisements for Martini? “Any time, any place, anywhere.”? Well that’s what it’s like when Em is back, but only for a short time. 

The week before Emily came home, I admit fully that I staged a couple of ‘events’ where I knew Alice would catch me masturbating. The first time I made sure it would be a simple, hand in panties, but fully clothed one. Alice coloured up, but I noticed this wasn’t a simple embarrassed blush of the cheeks. The flush appeared on the part of her upper chest I could see, and extended a little way up each side of her neck. I also noted the dilated pupils, and the increased depth of respiration. But more than that, she didn’t leave. She stood and watched me cum in my panties, and, bless her, she didn’t run for the hills after. She sat down and told me, “Wow…that looked amazing.” I gave her a couple more opportunities to ‘catch’ me, each one more risqué. Like the time she knocked on my bedroom door one morning with my juice and croissants and I was naked, masturbating with my vibrator, and moaning. I made one of the moans sound a bit like, “Come in,” by the simple expedient of yelling, “CUMMING,” (which I was) and thus, Alice got to see me squirt heavily for the first time. Her rueful grin and, “Well…that explains the state of your panties,” was another step in the right direction. 

And so, over the intervening months, Alice too began to settle into a highly sexual household. I’ve told you about some of the things we have done, but it was also clear that Alice would be a much slower student of the Sapphic arts than Dani proved to be. 

When Dani suddenly returned into our lives, I think Alice knew she had to leave. Wait, no, scratch that. I made it abundantly clear to her that she was our Housekeeper now and Dani was a long-term house guest, but I think that was just wishful thinking. Alice handed me her notice, and perhaps it was for the best. She left on good terms and we are still in contact. Alice loves writing old-fashioned posted letters, and I’ve had many from her. Some contain sexual things…actually, to some extent, they all do. One or two have been almost outright porn! Good for her. 

Meanwhile, there’s the Dani of it all. Apparently at college she had a pretty miserable time. “Think a cross between Gordon Ramsey and Pierre Marco White. It’s a highly competitive world, with students sabotaging one another right left and centre. The career progression is almost non-existent, and you can find yourself a line cook for the rest of your life, with other line cooks fucking you over to get you into hot water with the Chef or his sous chef. Little snide tricks, like turning up an oven full of beef Wellingtons so they all burn. You have to have eyes in your arse in the kitchens. It’s not a life for me. Anyway, I’m not a bad cook as it is.” Not bad? She is superb! 

Not that she doesn’t make mistakes, she does, but then I’ve seen her ditch a cake she was making because it didn’t reach her high standards, but more than that, she didn’t simply reach for more ingredients, she went out and replaced the ingredients from her own money. Who wouldn’t want to keep someone like that? 

Sexually? Apparently there wasn’t any significant other at college. She hardly ever even masturbated. “I just didn’t feel like it. I was so exhausted anyway….every day, all day…..and when we were placed in real kitchens, there was scrub downs until the early hours. Plus the essays and assignments. Who feels sexy after that? We have zoomed one another a couple of times, but it didn’t feel….right.” 

Since she’s been back, Miss Brain warned me to take it slow. Observe. Look for the signs. It was when I found her in the utility room with my panties clamped to her face and her hand between her legs that I knew the ‘old Dani’ wouldn’t be long in surfacing, and so it was. 

Dani has not moved back into her bungalow, although it’s there for her if she ever wants to bring a guy home. (My only quirk…no strange men in the house….or strange women, come to that.) But she hasn’t used it. She’s back in the flat on the top floor. 

As for me, thanks to Dani’s almost obsessive organisation, the utility room has three large canvas bins. One for my clothes, one for Emily’s and one for Dani, and yes, I have sampled Dani’s panties from her bin many times since she’s been back. I have reminded myself of how her scent changes as she goes through a cycle. 

We have masturbated together, had gentle, almost romantic sex together, and had downright dirty, kinky sex too. One afternoon…one of those glorious, suddenly very warm days you get in Autumn now and then, Dani and I were walking through my woodland. I wanted to show her the work that had been done on the lake; Dredged, new boathouse and jetty, when Dani’s hand brushed against mine, her fingers briefly entwining with mine and she turned me to face her. 

Her face looked intense. There was a half smile, but the burning in her eyes was almost hypnotic. She lifted her skirt, and squatted down. Even as she did so, I knew what was coming. The two words she uttered were pregnant with desire, pure, naked desire. “Watch me?” A tiny upwards inflection did it for me. As she slowly peed her panties, as I had shown her when we still lived in the farmhouse, a look of pure rapture spread across her face. Her half whispered, “I’ve missed this!” 

Every atom in my body wanted to join her….to engage in this act with her….but somehow, I knew it would be wrong. I watched, clit thumping until she had finished peeing. Then she simply moved forward until she was kneeling in front of me. She looked like a teenage girl kneeling at the altar rail for communion. She lifted my skirt and pressed her face between my legs. I knew she would be inhaling fresh Anna cum, since watching her pee had made me flood my panties, but equally I knew what she desired. Something she had asked me to do ages ago, again, before she left. Slowly, I relaxed myself too, and Dani brought me to a crushing orgasm that made me totally lose control. 

My turn. Sitting her on a fallen tree, it was my turn to kneel as a supplicant. I inhaled her, letting my head fill with the amalgam of her scents. Then I pulled her panties aside and sucked her off. 

Dani was home. Home in every sense. 

Walking back to the house, hand in hand, I felt a tear roll down my cheek. Both Emily and I have had sex with Dani. She is rapacious, always eager to try new things, new scenarios and role-plays, not to mention, new toys too! 

She is discrete, such as when Allan comes round to supply my need for cock, Dani is a ghost…..until we’ve finished, and then there’s a snack waiting for us. 

I make no apologies for confessing that I love Dani, as does Emily. This year (until April 2025) will see the last of Emily’s globe-trotting lecture tours. She wants to branch out in a different direction altogether, and I don’t blame her. So she will be home a lot more, and that will suit me and Dani just fine. 

Since she’s been away, and given her largely sexually sterile life, Dani hasn’t bothered with shaving very much. I admit, I quite like the short pubes she has at the moment, very adolescent. Her choice of course but I’d rather like her to keep them…at least for a while. 

One last thing….last night Dani asked if she could borrow our double-ended dildo. Yes, of course I wanted to help her with it, but she just grinned and said, ”I’ll have something to show you tomorrow.” This morning, I found a USB drive on my desk in my den. The video it contained showed Dani, wearing a white shirt, unbuttoned to almost the waist, a shirt skirt and pantyhose. Sticking out of the top of the pantyhose was one end of the double-ender. (No prizes for questing where the other end was.!) Dani was lubricating it now and then and slowly, we’ll…er…..wanking it. Like she would if she were a he. Over the course of 20 minutes or so, she got fast and faster until she blessed me with a huge orgasm. It was without doubt, one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen, and certainly an event I intend to copy. I must ask her what was going through her mind at the time!