Ethan hadn’t brought up the subject of staying at his place versus staying at Isabella’s, it simply made sense to stay at hers, but he also hadn’t brought up the subject of moving in, he knew that a short month of passion was far too soon for anything as serious as that. He never said it aloud but he did enjoy having people to clean up or make dinner if he wanted. He had never even considered hiring anyone to cut the grass at his place; he was simply used to doing everything himself. Ethan never viewed Isabella as spoiled either, even with her massive property, nice cars, and help to do most anything around the house. She would cook dinner some nights and even clean from time to time, mostly just to prove she wasn’t as spoiled rich as people thought she was, at least that was his theory.
Ethan had learned within the first day of staying in her massive house that they were never far from company. He had walked down to the kitchen to make a coffee and hadn’t thought about putting any clothes on until he realized that he didn’t need to make coffee. Instead, he was handed a full cup from a smiling woman who said she would bring the rest of breakfast up to the room. He almost dropped the cup trying to hide his softening, but still swollen, morning hard on. The young woman who had handed him the coffee assured him that it did not bother her as all of the help was accustomed to seeing the lady of the house walk around in nothing and they all understood Isabella’s stance on discretion; rumors, photos, gossip were all not tolerated and would be dealt with as severely as the law allowed, and of course they’d never work for her again, and she was a very generous, and kind employer.
Ethan had since grown accustomed to the help seeing him, and her, walking around or relaxing nude, in part or completely. He never viewed himself as an exhibitionist and he was sure that Isabella was not either, but he did enjoy that others saw him in the buff, although he thought part of that was due to the understanding that it was all completely confidential on several levels and he supposed in part that it allowed him to relax and trust them. The help all seemed to welcome and trust him as he did them and he wondered if that was in part because he had been one of them, in reality he still maintained the garden and had a normal job so he was still “the help” to an extent, but did any of them despise him for that, or were they simply happy he had found Isabella, who they all viewed as a strict, yet kind and generous benefactor?
Ethan decided it was time to get up for the day, it was one of his few days off and he had been lying there thinking while the sun had been pouring in through the windows and onto their bodies as the two of them lay in bed. He got out of bed and stretched while Isabella laid in bed hungrily watching his naked body as every muscle stretched and tensed before he walked off to take a shower. She joined him for a quick morning rinse before they dried, threw on a light linen robe each and walked down to the kitchen for a late breakfast.
After breakfast the two of them went into the living room and sat down with their coffees to relax a bit more. Then after a bit, Isabella looked over at Ethan and noticed he has a little smile spreading across his face as if he had some sneaky idea he was planning to spring on her. She put her coffee down and turned towards him and asked, “And just what are you planning there, Mr. Sneaky?”
“Well, I’d rather show you than ruin the surprise.” His grin grew and softened slightly as he leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips as he began to remove her robe.
She had never minded walking around naked in her house, even when the help could plainly see her but she had never been seduced where they might walk in at any moment. She never viewed herself as an exhibitionist, only comfortable in her own skin, in the safety of her home, but now she was nervous, and what if they walked in? Then one of Ethan’s hands ran down her stomach and gently between her legs stimulating her and shifting her mind from caring about whatever it was she had been thinking about.
Ethan had been sipping his coffee and thinking for a while before she turned to face him and it was at that moment he decided he was going to enjoy showing off in her home, a private little form of exhibition. He made short work of removing her robe and his followed while he continued kissing her and caressing her body. He could feel her tensing and relaxing with every touch; moaning lightly every time his fingers brushed a nipple or her now moist lips between her legs. He turned her around and sat back, lifting her over him to straddle his hardening cock.
Isabella slowly lowered herself onto his hard cock, welcoming it inside her hot, wet pussy. She tensed as it stretched her, pushing its way inside, then relaxed as it slid inside her until she was sitting completely on his lap facing away from him. She began to move up and down on his rigid muscle then was stopped by his firm grip and pulled gently all the way back down onto him. What did he want?
Ethan pushed her legs forward, unfolding them and pulled her upper body back toward him. Once she was resting back against him, he casually reached for the TV remote and flipped on the system. He flipped through the channel guide and selected a movie to watch, something they had been debating on going out to see. Then sensing her confusion, he pressed start and as the movie began he returned to caressing her body as he enjoyed his cock deep inside her.
Isabella was confused but then relaxed as Ethan began caressing her skin. This would be difficult to concentrate on the movie she thought, but decided she didn’t care because she was enjoying his cock slowly moving in and out of her ever so much as his hands moved from caressing her breasts to teasing her clit, and then he made her tense.
Ethan called out to the kitchen for Paula, the maid/cook, he instantly felt Isabella’s body tense, her pussy contracting hard on his cock; he smiled. As Paula walked into the living room she stopped for a brief second before continuing.
She had gotten used to her boss walking around the house naked, or nearly so, but she had never seen her having sex. She walked up to the couch stopping an appropriate distance away, or what she figured might be appropriate at the time. Ethan looked up and casually asked her to make some popcorn and a few cool drinks for the movie and bring them in for him and Isabella. Paula acknowledged the request and walked back towards the kitchen, feeling her face growing warm and a slight arousal from the sight of seeing his hard cock stretching Isabella and her lying there immersed in the sensations that looked as if it must have been heaven for her.
Isabella had seen Paula come into the living room and had heard her and Ethan exchange some words but she had been lost to her own fog, enjoying every sensation that Ethan was bestowing on her. She reached for one of his hands and put it firmly on her breast as she pushed the other one down to her clit. Then as he began to massage her as she had obviously desired, she moved her legs to support her as she began to raise and lower herself on his rock hard cock.
Ethan complied with Isabella’s directions; massaging her breasts and clit as she began to ride him in reverse. He moved his hips in counter to her to help pull his cock further out before driving it deeply back inside her. This continued for a short while before speeding up, he could tell that Isabella wanted to cum, and he wanted her to cum, but not just this moment.
Paula walked back into the living room, greeted by the sight of her employer vigorously riding Ethan’s cock as he groped and teased her into a frenzy. She went to turn and leave but before she could escape, Ethan called her back and asked her to wait there with the food in front of the sofa. She complied and stood there, facing this erotic scene as it began to most faster and faster. She could feel herself growing wet as she watched his cock stretching her, pulling so far out of her before driving back inside her disappearing only to appear again, glistening from the wetness of the pussy that was being teased, her bosses pussy. She wanted to leave and yet she stayed as she’d been requested; part of her wanted to join in.