9
~ Ian ~
Whatever this is, I’m fine with it.
How could I not be fine with it?
Just like when Lorna first moved into the house, it takes a few days to really find our rhythm as a group and begin to gel. But once we click, boy, do we click.
Lorna spends most of the week at college, working hard and completing her assignments. Usually, we only see her at the start or end of the day, plus weekends. This leaves me with plenty of time alone with Teri.
Our new housemate is diligent, devoted, and disciplined - all of which I respect tremendously.
Teri spends her first days becoming familiar with the house and adjusting to the size of each individual room.
Before the end of that initial week, she has created a set schedule for her activities to help focus her energy in the right areas.
The most occupied rooms - kitchen, living room, bathroom, and bedrooms, get the most attention, while other areas enjoy a brief spruce every other week.
There are enough rooms in this house that Teri’s schedule relies on a two-week rotation.
I’m happy to take my hands off and let her work in whatever way suits her best.
In those first few days, Teri is almost shy around me.
Initially, I attribute it to these strange new living conditions - who among us can honestly say that they would be able to adjust to living and working in a strange new house while being part of a strange sexual relationship with the owner?
But I soon come to realize that it’s more than just shyness on her part; she’s almost reluctant to engage in sexual fun with me while Lorna is out of the house.
After some careful questioning and casual conversation, I deduce that there are a couple of reasons for her hesitation.
Firstly, Teri is unsure of her place under this roof and keen to avoid upsetting the applecart, so to speak.
Teri doesn’t want Lorna to feel like she’s being usurped during college hours, so she instead chooses to remain aloof and distant.
Secondly, Teri has a definite bias toward the fairer sex, and I can’t fault her for that.
Lorna, however, ensures that we both understand her desires.
She isn’t just hoping that we’ll enjoy ourselves in her absence; she insists on it.
At some point early in Teri’s second week of residence, Lorna returns from college, throws her book bag to the floor, marches to find us watching TV in the living room, and sits in the chair opposite.
Both Teri and I watch with stunned giddiness as Lorna removes her panties and spreads her legs in the most indulgent display of erotica I’ve seen since - well, since the last time Lorna committed such an indulgent, erotic display.
Lorna caresses herself and says in a low, husky voice, “I’ve had a shitty day.
Tell me what you guys did while I was gone. Make me jealous.”
After that, Teri’s inhibitions are whisked away like a bedsheet in the wind.
She begins to flirt more openly. Her casual dress seems to become more and more scandalous, until she’s literally walking around the house in her bra and panties.
There will be no complaints from me about her outfit choices.
Teri is remarkably easy on the eye and the sight of her graceful body leaning, bending, stretching, and moving is a delight.
Whenever she catches my absent-minded gaze settling on her sensual form, she smiles and exaggerates whatever she’s doing in that moment, ensuring that I have the best view possible.
Teri begins to settle into the house and becomes part of the routine.
Soon, she’s playing music while cleaning, singing along in a soothing, happy voice, and the house feels so alive and vibrant that my heart swells at all the joy drifting down the halls.
It’s been a while since I’ve had the pleasure of hearing a woman singing happily while taking care of a home.
I had forgotten how much I’d missed that wonderful sound.
Before long, Teri feels comfortable enough to approach me with erotic intentions while we’re alone together.
Once she has gotten on top of the general household maintenance and established her routine, Teri has a little more free time and chooses to spend it with me.
It starts with coffee breaks at the kitchen counter and quickly escalates into passion breaks over that same counter.
The two of us soon develop a kind of shorthand together. Teri approaches me in the late mornings and asks a question.
“I’m going to make some lunch soon, sir. After my break. Would you like some company?”
That’s my cue to beckon her closer for a bout of passionate lovemaking.
Teri is a noticeably different lover compared to Lorna, at least when it’s just the two of us.
Where Lorna was - and still is - insatiable, aggressive, desperate, and yearning, Teri is softer and gentler.
Sometimes I can’t tell if she’s playing the role of a submissive housekeeper or if she really is content to let me take charge in the bedroom.
Through her, I get to explore some boundaries of my own; namely the strange and exotic new world of being The Man.
I take charge and issue orders and give commands that Teri obeys without complaint or hesitation.
I can tell that she absolutely prefers giving oral to Lorna, so I don’t force her to do it with me.
Instead, I’m content to tell her where, when, and how we’re going to enjoy ourselves for that day.
Sometimes we don’t stop for lunch until late in the afternoon.
Being around Teri and living so close to her incredible mind, body, and spirit brings out something in me.
I come to enjoy my new role as the mentor-slash-alpha in the house.
As with everything I’ve experienced in these last months, it’s bold new territory for me.
In my marriage to Katie, we were equals in most matters. Now, I am the one in control.
“Sir?” Teri’s voice pierces the jumped thoughts rolling through my mind.
I blink and pull my gaze away from the open book in my hands.
She enters the library on silent feet. Her hair is still in a bun, but it’s messy from our lunchtime activities.
She wears a plain white blouse with the top buttons open to show off her assets and a pair of plain black panties.
“Hello, Teri.” I close the book and put it aside.
“I hope I’m not disturbing you?”
“No.” I can’t help but smile at her. She stands before me, the picture of meek servitude, but she has that smile, that knowing look in her eyes, that suggestive posture about her body.
Her firm nipples create dark, delicate points in the pale fabric of the blouse.
“To be honest, I wasn’t really reading. I was thinking about how glad I am that you’ve become part of this home. ”
Her delight is real, delightful, and infectious. “I’m really happy to be here. Thank you. I really can’t… you’ve changed my life.”
A swell builds in my chest. It’s impossible not to feel proud of having such a positive impact on the lives of these young women. Teri glances away. There’s something in her demeanor this time. It’s not just her being subservient.
“What is it?”
“Well, sir, it’s… I’ve finished everything for today and… I don’t know how to say this. I’ve been working for you for a month now, and…”
“Oh! Of course.” I hold out my hands to tell her that I understand. She entered the house technically as an employee of mine and it is now her payday. I get up from the seat. “Has it really been a month already? Time flies. Come with me.”
Teri follows me up to the living room, where my phone is waiting on the arm of the couch.
Most young people are glued to these devices, but I usually forget that mine exists.
I grab it and open the screen to a picture of Lorna and Teri smiling at the camera.
I have no idea how to change the background like that, but the image always makes me smile.
I swipe through a few screens and launch the banking application.
In a few moments, I’m setting up a new monthly payment scheme and entering Teri’s details.
She glances at the screen and nods to confirm that her information is correct.
I press the button to confirm and, just like that, my housemate, housekeeper, and lover is ten thousand dollars richer.
Her phone pings and she stares at the notification with disbelieving eyes.
“Oh my God…”
“I’m sorry you had to remind me, Teri. It won’t happen again, I swear. I’ll make sure-”
She silences me with a fierce, intense kiss.
One of gratitude and hunger and overwhelming need.
We fall to the comfortable couch, her on top of me, fingers clutching, hands grasping, tongues lashing, bodies grinding.
My zipper is yanked open by both of us at once.
She eases my stiffening manhood free, tugs her underwear aside and sinks onto me with a lusty, breathless moan.
I hold onto Teri’s thighs and watch her begin to move and grind and roll her hips in my lap, taking me fully inside her warm embrace.
She removes her blouse and tosses it to the floor.
She is magnificent. Truly magnificent. I think I’m finally starting to understand what Lorna meant all those months ago when she said that I surely had room in my heart for more than one person. I do. I really do.
Teri rides me with a slow, gentle rhythm for a few long, luscious minutes before the front door opens and Lorna returns. She walks into the house and pauses to call out her usual greeting.
“Honey, I’m home!”
Teri moans in reply. Lorna rushes to the living room. She stands in the doorway and smiles at us and says, “Damn, couldn’t wait for me this time, huh? Looks like I’ve got some catching up to do…”
~ Teri ~