Horses And Housekeeper

I guarantee that the first human to sit astride a horse was female. And that, of course, would have been bare-backed and commando I should think. 

These days we have saddles which, as any horse rider will tell you range from inexpensive and largely useless ones to, “Fuck me! How much?” made to measure ones. 

The first thing you notice sitting on a horse is how wide your legs have to be to straddle its chest. The second thing, as you utter the words ‘walk on’ is how it’s gentle swaying rocks you in all the right places. Not for nothing are gymkhanas the domain of 13 year old girls. Still….now Mary and Lizzie are ensconced in my stables, and make a very friendly pair. The local riding stables want to hire them out from me, but I’m not so sure. It would certainly help with the costs, and keeping them regularly exercised, but I don’t want amateur riders yanking at their bits. In the end, I decided they could be used as instructors’ horses only..and we’ll see where we go from there. 

(Proud announcement) I’ve ridden both horses. I’ve cum on both horses. 

Ride one

Not a full orgasm. Just an arousing three mile trek. Once I’d settled her back in her stall and tended to her needs, I slipped my jeans and panties down and…..holy fuck…..the mess in the crotch! For a brief moment, I wondered if, in fact, I had cum, but no..merely an ‘almost’. So, naturally, I finished myself off there and then, clothes at half mast. 

Ride two. 

This time on Lizzie (no doubt Emily will call her ‘Lizzie’) Lizzie moves a lot more. She sways and rocks to perfection. I’m seriously looking forward to watching Emily ride her. I was about half a mile out when I came for the first time. For me (and I suspect most girls) there’s an added thrill of cumming in your panties anyway, augmented when your legs are stretched wide at the time. It was like Miss Brain was muttering, “Your legs are stretched wide open. Your hole is creaming like crazy, and in a minute, you’re going to dump your cream right on the crotch of your panties.” Knowing it’s inevitable is sooooo fucking erotic! 

This summer is going to be fun when Em is home. Long rides into the countryside, picnics and making love in the fields beyond. 

Housekeeper! 

Finally! I’ve found us a housekeeper. I must have interviewed about twenty so far. Some utterly useless but well intentioned, about ten possibles. I admit, I have an exacting job description. He or she must be able to cope with a dinner party of up to 20 to restaurant standards. The home must be spotless. Laundry of course. Decor in terms of fresh flowers, logs by the fire…etc. 

The biggest worry is sex. (As usual). Just when do you tell a potential employee that a) you’re bisexual but married to another girl, b) you have sex as, when and where the mood takes you, and that includes spontaneous masturbation. C) no, none of the preceding are negotiable. I tend to drop it in bit by bit during the interview. I talk about ‘my wife’ early on. Then ‘my boyfriend’. 

There’s always a moment when it ceases to be employee/boss interview and becomes two girls chatting. And we all know how girls can be. 

Unlike any of the others, Alice showed a real interest when we began to discuss the fact of life that this is a highly sexual home. And I think the word ‘home’ matters. Yes, it’s a workplace, but first and foremost it’s our home. Our anything goes home. 

Alice leaned forward in her chair after we’d had what I’m beginning to term ‘the talk’. (Most often, I don’t get that far with interviewees. Once I’ve decided they won’t cut it, there’s no point in going on.) Also, remember, around here is a predominantly Catholic area. Some girls were visibly shocked when I said ‘wife’. 

Anyway, Alice had done supremely well. The meal she had cooked from only what she could find in the fridge was a perfect omelette with (bless her) amazing chips. I’d be proud to serve that in any of my restaurants. And so we’d got to ‘the talk’. Alice, unlike the four before her who had got this far, thought about it for a moment, leaned forward and said, “Well, first and foremost, this is your home. Of course you must do what you want, where you want, and who you want.” (10 points!) Now the question. “And what would you do if you came across my wife and I having sex?” Alice didn’t even miss a beat. “I’d probably watch! (Giggle…..then more thoughtfully…) I’ve never seen two girls before.” (Oh sweetie…..) “but no….i’d just quietly leave…..probably. If I …umm…heard you first, of course, I’d never come in in the first place.” (Maybe not yet, sweetie…maybe not yet.) Time for the big one. “Emily is away a lot. And I mean a lot. I get lonely, and I tend to …how shall I say…take care of myself, again as and where the mood takes me. You might not hear that.” Again, she didn’t hesitate. “I know the feeling! I’m the same.” (My ears pricked up. Miss Brain added the unnecessary ‘so you’ might walk in on ‘her!’ Yes, yes. thank you for that!) she continued, a slightly flustered. “not that I’d…..I mean…I wouldn’t…not here, in the house.” 

Oh, it was right there! On the tip of my tongue. “Oh don’t worry…do it anywhere you need to.” (No, Anna. Stop it now!) 

Now, privacy for a live-in employee matters, but because you have someone who has the run of your home, you can…indeed, have to, go further than would be allowed in any other job interview. 

Does she have a boyfriend? No. 

Does she have a girlfriend? No. 

She would be free to entertain whomsoever she wishes in her bungalow, but no-one comes into the main house under any circumstances. (A hanging offense in my view) That’s fine. 

I was teetering on the very brink of asking her wholly inappropriate questions, but then she said. “I haven’t had any relationships yet. There have been a couple of brief encounters. I lost my virginity, by intent, when I was 17. I am….I don’t know really. I’ve been so busy with catering college and study….I do….umm think about girls sometimes, you know, when I….need relief, but I’ve never actually done anything. 

I needed to change the subject. Not only was this conversation becoming highly arousing for me, but when she squatted down to look in the fridge, I’d seen a delightful pale blue thong appear over the waistband of her jeans at the back, and girls who wear thongs are usually either smooth or very well trimmed. Either way, I was happily imagining the contents of that thong! 

I told her that I thought we should have a trial period of three months, during which time we would both see if this arrangement suited both of us. Her references were impeccable, and her police check had come back fine as well. I took her over to the bungalow, still dripping with memories of Dani, and showed her around. Then a tour of the house top to bottom. There are several rooms that only need the bare minimum of maintenance. There’s a vacuum cleaner on every floor so there’s no lugging heavy equipment around. Although it’s on four floors, only two are really used unless I have guests. Alice was fascinated with the observatory and I promised her we’d do some star gazing at some point; (Anna! Behave now.) 

Then to the next floor….bedrooms and en-suites. Unused mainly, a quick dust and hoover now and then unless they’d been occupied. And then ‘our’ floor, more bedrooms including that den of sin which is mine! I must admit, it did smell of sex. It would, I’d enjoyed a particularly savage wank earlier.  Alice gained extra points by noting the laundry hamper was full and taking it with her as we moved downstairs. Kitchen, she’d seen….lounge…..my den…..cinema room….Emily’s den…..and then the indoor/outdoor pool, sauna and a demo of how the walls and ceiling retract. When she learned the pool could also be converted into an ice rink, she breathed a, “Fuuuuck me!” Into the air. “Naturally, you can use this as and when you want to.” Another giggle, and I realised that her child-like giggle actually makes me wet. “How do you feel about skinny-dipping?”  (Another 10 points) “Oh, I do it often." "Help yourself! There are towels over there!"  (Another of her jobs…keep the towels stacked.) 

Down to the basement and the utility room.//with Alice effortlessly carrying the laundry hamper. As she looked around the cavernous interior, noting the house server/control room with its lights blinking away in a damp-proof, air conditioned room of its own, she effortlessly sorted a hamper full of my laundry, and shoved the light coloured stuff into one machine and the coloureds into a another and set them off. Watching her handle my worn panties didn’t do me any good at all, especially the very moist ones I’d wanked into that morning.  And then, she scratched her nose! Just the briefest pass of an index finger under her nostrils, but that index finger had been in the crotch of my panties seconds earlier. (Oh for fuck's sake Anna!) 

“Do you want me to wash my clothes separately, or don’t you mind my knickers in with yours?” ‘Knickers’…..I haven’t heard that expression since school! I reminded her there’s a washer dryer in her bungalow, but no…I don’t care as long as I get the right underwear back. 

Dani, bless her, before she left, had written down what she did and when on a rather colourful Gant chart. (God, I miss her….mental note…check the bungalow that Dani didn’t leave any underwear or sex toys behind….or rather, any I don’t know about.) 

Then outside, meet the horses….a quick tour of the grounds and meet the gardener who was dealing with an apple tree that, for some reason had suffered a massive growth spurt last year. “Bit late for heavy pruning, but needs done.” 

Once that little thong had found daylight, it seemed reluctant to slip back under cover again….especially when Alice met the two cats Freddie and Mercury. Another squat with her back to me, and the waistband of her jeans pulled away from her back nicely, allowing me to see further down. Teasingly further! Both cats immediately flopped over on their backs and started pawing the air as she stroked their tummies….I know how they feel….I’d have done the same. “Oh…they like a good rub don’t they?” (STOP it, Anna!) 

Contract signed, and a hug. Two very firm boobs pressed into mine, and I barely suppressed the sigh. I couldn’t suppress the flood in my panties though. She couldn’t have been half way down the drive before my jeans and panties were round my knees and I was fingering myself furiously to a gut-wrenching cum. 

No. Of course I won’t seduce her…or make any attempt to do so. She isn’t Dani. Then again, neither will I curtail my sexual activities in the slightest. I have a safe haven for masturbation if I want total privacy. Our one house rule. Never enter one of the dens without knocking first. Now, that doesn’t mean I won’t wank…or have sex elsewhere….its my home after all. Alice will, undoubtedly catch me or Emily or both of us doing the deed sooner or later, and if it makes her seriously uncomfortable, well, that’s what the trial period is for. No harm, no foul, as they say. 

Even so….Miss Brain is well practised at this kind of thing, and I had no difficulty in imagining Alice naked, lying on her bed masturbating, preferably with a pair of my panties in her hand at the time. Miss Brain also wonders how far she’s gone? Certainly m/f sex…she told me as much. G/g sex? No…again, she told me, but she also told me she fantasises about it. Miss Brain also wonders about her kinks. We all have them, I think, whether, maybe, she likes her bum played with, touched, fingered, licked, maybe? Or maybe she likes peeing? No, that would be too much to hope for. Over the coming months I will try to understand her more. This may be her place of work, but it’s also her home too. 

She’s moving into the bungalow tomorrow afternoon. I’ll help, of course…..and I’ll report back in due course! 

Oh, she asked me if I want her to wear a uniform! (When my head stopped spinning I managed a barely articulate, “No…just whatever you’re comfortable in,”…..but when she left Miss Brain put her in a rather nice maid’s outfit for me. Not a ‘porn’ one…just the kind you might see in any good hotel….maybe a little on the small size but…….