solstice wrote: ↑Fri Jan 24, 2020 2:11 pm
Could it be there will be a bit of "how's your father" between Des and the nanny?, I'm not sure a game of scrabble is on the cards
Good guess. No scrabble.
Dinner at her boss’ home, Friday, 1/24
We arrived at the home of Gigi’s boss and his wife at 6:30. For the purpose here, I could use his wife’s name appropriately as
Thera for a personal reason of hers I’ll decline to mention. A catering service delivered the food and set it on their 12-seat dining table. Thera arranged plates, flatware and napkins and name cards at each place. She joined her husband, their nanny Kathrili, Gigi and me around the alternative table in their curved-glass-enclosed patio. She induced us to stay seated another few minutes before moving to the dining room. In response to various comments, Gigi interjected jokes, some of which I’d heard before, but it sustained the friendly conversation.
Their children address their nanny as Miss Kathrili, but my wife’s boss and Thera refer to as “Kath.” The woman said she’s accustomed to the abbreviated nickname even in her home country. She’s an attractive, raven-haired and long-limbed woman with a striking figure. When I first met her, I surmised that because of her practiced mannerisms, she may have had modeling experience. My wife’s boss had later told me, “If she did, she hasn’t told us,” but agreed she has the looks.
A few minutes before we moved to the dining room, the table talk was mostly about me. I’m typically uncomfortable with that, but Thera’s remarks to Kath about my former profession as a reporter was the impetus for that turn in conversation.
Kath said she was excited to meet “an American journalist,” which I am no longer. I said the reality is that, for most reporters, it isn’t the fascinating job portrayed in popular culture. Kath’s education in British literature most likely contributed to her enhanced image of a scribe’s daily life. I look at it as a job some people can still do with their hands. My personal occupational admiration tends toward competent mechanics, carpenters and others who also work with their hands.
At the dining table, we got around to what I think all really wanted to talk about. We sat at the places where Thera had placed our name tags, her husband at the head of the table with his wife at his right hand, Kath alongside her, my wife at his left and me at her side. I didn’t miss the rather obvious symbolism of that arrangement, but I’m sure Thera hadn’t intended our seating positions with that in mind. Apparently, Kath noticed too. As she folded her napkin onto her lap, he looked at them a moment, glanced at me with a private wink and smile, as if to say, “Looks right to me.’ I acknowledged her gesture with a subtle nod. I think that was the initial bonding moment between us.
Gigi was asked to invoke grace for our meal. After a bit of ordinary social talk, Kath turned to Gig and said, “I understand you’re both ‘Bible’ people.” My wife said that’s true, giving her the opportunity to tell a joke about a cowboy, his Bible and a raccoon. They found it hilarious. I have heard her impart that to a few before but it’s still side-splitting the way she tells it.
Thera opened the conversation to sex by saying Kath wanted to hear my wife’s version of how her employer and she first met and came to be intimate. Gigi’s boss doesn’t smoke, but he offered cigars from a shelf's thermidor, which only Kath accepted. He lit up his and Kathrili’s and we carried on the conversation begun in their living room. Everyone had something to tell about their sexual experience. Gigi surprised me by telling about her semi-lesbian experiences in her high school’s FLAG Bunch club, but the women listened intently and expressed what seemed to be sincere envy. Her boss already knew the story but laughed and said it sounded even better this time. Other than admitting how she and her boss became sexually involved and how it works for her and me, Gigi didn’t refer to other extramarital unions.
About the time their smokes were burned down by half, all had assumed how this night was going to end. None of the five actually said that, but Thera ultimately stood from the couch and said to my wife and her husband, “Des and Kath will be in the master bedroom with me. You two can have one of the upstairs bedrooms.”
Thera led Kath and me to their master bedroom, and my wife and her boss headed upstairs. I anticipated I would be overly conscious undressing in front of the other woman but wasn’t. My sexual history is far less interesting that my wife’s. I had never been with two women at once. The two women pulled away their clothes. Thera motioned for me to lay on the bed, saying, “Just lay there and let us do the work.” That told me she and Kathrili had already discussed this. Kath took my semi-tumescent dick in her hand, stroking it, then leaned to take it into her mouth. I groaned and Thera kissed me on the lips as Kath’s head bobbed over my groin.
The woman straddled my hips and guided my now hard cock into her opening. She gasped and rode me furiously. Thera stroked the woman’s breasts and planted her lips onto Kath’s. I assumed this was the first time the two had been intimate in any way but didn’t ask. Kathrili disengaged and rolled onto her back. I knelt between her thighs and fucked her as Thera watched and smiled.
When others are in bed with my wife at our home, I often hear her howls in other rooms, but the we heard none of that from the family’s more-distant, upstairs bedroom. Thera’s hand stroked her pussy as I fucked Kath who cried out in an early climax. Her heels kicked against the mattress. Thera’s eyes widened and she whispered, “This is so hot.” I lasted perhaps fifteen minutes until I too was cumming hard.
At some time in the early dark of this morning, Kath nudged me awake and said, “Fuck me.” I lasted longer this time. Thera awakened amid our activity, leaned close to watch, and Kath stroked the curvatures of Thera’s breasts as I screwed her. We went to sleep with the women laying by me at each side.
My wife and I are usually up at 5:30 each morning. It was about that time when either she or her boss tapped on the bedroom door. Thera rolled toward me, placing an arm over my chest and a leg over mine, and said, “Come on in.” I suspected she snuggled up to me that way as a subtle way of telling our spouses, “If he and I can’t fuck because you two can’t handle it, we’ll be as closed as possible.” Of course she said nothing like that. She looked to her husband and my wife, both nude, and said, “Was it as good for you as it was for us?” Her husband and my wife laughed at that. He said, “She wore me out.” Kath thought that was funny and, and turning to me, said, “I very much like this family. I wish there was some way I could stay longer in their employ.”
The four of us went to breakfast at an equestrian-themed restaurant at the City’s edge. Our conversation centered mostly on the women’s past sexual experiences. Kath encouraged Gigi to confess more about her high school's FLAG Bunch club. Since everything I know about that time is elsewhere in this thread, I won’t repeat all that. Because it’s a complex tale, there was no way for her to tell them all in the time allowed; and she didn't confess that during her trip back home just over a year ago, she had since sexually engaged with the club's now-married "Leader." The term,"Leader," was that woman's official title within the club, and members were then required to address her as such when at their get-togethers or away from other classmates. No one outside the club knew the codex within the club's name; the "F" was the first letter of their school's name, and the "LAG" was the acronym for "Lesbians At (until) Graduation." Non-members and school staff assumed it was no more than the five girls' private social club. Even my wife didn't know that until she was inducted into the group after transfering to the school as a senior. She was then 18 and the other members were about a year older.
As I drove away from the parking lot, I responded to a remark by Gigi that the night worked out “great” for me. She grinned and said, “I know. He and I were sitting naked in the kitchen around eleven last night and heard the three of you moaning from the bedroom. We listened a few minutes outside the door.” They laughed quietly as she stroked his dick. When back in bed and again fucking her, he told her he felt good I finally got something in exchange for my “generosity.” She was rocking beneath him and said, “Yeah, I like that too.”
I think I turned red at my heated comments having been overheard. She laughed at my expression and said, “Don’t look so startled. You’ve listened to me and others at our bedroom door. It’s like that to me and him too.”
We haven’t done much that would be of interest here since arriving home. Gigi is repairing some scratches on the foyer’s table and I’m catching up on emails and writing this. The way I see it, the weekend has started off right. This evening we’re staying home to watch a bargain-bin DVD 1950s film, “The Day the Earth Stood Still.” I had read it’s about a robot and its human-like master landing a flying saucer somewhere near the White House. When I mentioned the plot to Gigi, she grinned and joked, “So it’s about illegal aliens. They’ll need a visitor’s visa like Kathrili’s.” Her offhand jokes like that may give you an idea of what it’s like living with her.
~~ Des 
