Chapter 5

I’d been the family’s housekeeper four days. Like Mrs. Anderson had said, I grabbed Jerry’s tablet when everybody was away from home. I looked up the instructions on a website, and copied his internet history to my phone. I put the tablet back and smiled, knowing I’d done something right. I’d watch the videos and see what he really liked, so I’d finally be able to sleep with him! It would make my boss Mrs. Anderson happy, and I’d get some sex!

I was very surprised when I watched some of Jerry’s porn favorites that night. Most of the videos had nearly naked women in high heels ordering people to do things. A porno he watched over 30 times had a woman smoking with a cigarette holder telling a guy to lick her and put a finger in her butt. I thought it was really hot. Another one he saw a lot had a girl in a leather bikini standing over a guy and telling him to kiss her shoes and lick her toes. The pushy one or ‘mistress’ was always a woman, but some people they ordered around were women too. I masturbated as I imagined pulling Jerry’s short dark hair and making him suck my clit. I finished quick, then imagined how it would feel to make him watch while his wife fingered me and sucked my boobs. I went off like never had before!

I worked for them, though. There was no way that would ever happen! If I tried telling Jerry what to do I’d probably get fired!

I wondered what it would be like if Mrs. Anderson stood over me and pulled my hair, like in a lot of the videos. I didn’t think I’d like it. If Jerry ordered me around like that it might be okay, but I’d much rather do it to him.

I looked at the clock and realized I forgot to do the laundry. It was already 9pm, but if I didn’t do it Mrs. Anderson might be mad. I sighed and got dressed, then took care of it before I went back to bed.

Two weeks after Chloe started, I stopped at the antique shop on Tuesday afternoon. Instead of going overboard with a dozen roses, I brought Emily a single pink carnation. We flirted a little and discussed the Aubrey-Maturin book series, which the movie Master and Commander was based on. I loved it and had read the whole twenty-book series twice, but she was only on book eleven.

I asked her, “How do you make a pirate furious?”

“How?”

“Take away the ‘P’.”

“Pirate ... Irate! Hahahaha!” We chuckled and she asked, “Why don’t sailors like travelling on twisty roads?”

“Why?”

“S’curvy!”

I laughed at her equally terrible joke and looked in her eyes. “Emily, I like you quite a lot, and I’d enjoy spending even more time with you. However, you deserve honesty. I need to let you know, I’m married.”

“I’m not, and I don’t want to be any time soon. Would you like to have lunch with me Saturday? How does a picnic on the beach sound?”

“That would be lovely. Pick you up at noon?”

“Sure.” She rested her hand on mine and kissed my cheek before I left. I felt a bit guilty, but terribly aroused.

Days later at our picnic we kissed a few times, then once more when I dropped her off at home. I was right, she loved riding in the Ferrari.

I’d called in sick to work, since I was so upset this morning. I’d hired Chloe over two weeks ago. My husband had been so inspired by her arousing beauty that on her first day he’d made love to me in the shower! It was wonderful! In the last two weeks, he’d only let me kiss him a few times. He’d even skipped our usual Tuesday lovemaking sessions. He’d taken his tablet into the bathroom and stayed in there a long time. He must have jerked off before he showered and fell asleep instead. I was sad, but also terribly horny.

He hadn’t fallen for Chloe either. I wouldn’t mind so much if he started sleeping with her. She was beautiful, but I knew he would never run off with a girl so simple. She took care of my son and the house, but I knew she wasn’t capable of anything more complicated. I was annoyed that with the face and body of a beauty contest winner, she couldn’t even seduce a 40-year-old man! I was glad she’d left to visit her mother this morning.

I heard a loud and annoying noise that still made me smile. Our gardener Antonio was starting to mow the lawn! I threw on a swimsuit and walked to the backyard with a towel over my shoulder, as if I was going for a swim. I smiled and motioned for him to shut off the mower. I noticed him staring at my legs a moment as I walked toward him. I liked his thick moustache and brawny shoulders.

“Good morning, Antonio. I was thinking of making some changes. Could you get rid of that row of shrubs and plant rose bushes there instead? And there are some low branches that get in the way. Could you trim the trees?”

“Of course, Senora! Whatever you want!” He smiled at me.

I rested a hand on his shoulder. “Call me Rochelle. Just charge the roses to our account. Thanks.”

“Si, Rochelle. De nada!” I could see from the reflection in a window he was smiling and staring at my butt as I walked away.