Living with my Master and Mistress was very different from living with Sir. I wasn't contained to just one place all day and night. I could roam around the entire sprawling house. I wore clothes now, too. They were Tara's old cast offs but I appreciated them, none the less. If Tara ever wondered why I didn't arrive with my own clothes, I don't know, she didn't ask me.
Tara was fascinated that I never got my period but was satisfied with my explanation when I told her it was due to my permanent birth control.
Tara loved to play with me. She bounced into her bed like an excited teenager and practically pummeled me with her kisses and embraces. She enjoyed making me come and did with her mouth, toys, and fingers. I tried to learn quickly how to give her pleasure, she was patient with me and encouraging.
Tara also loved Tom. I could tell just by the way she looked at him. I could also sense some jealously from her when Tom fucked me. It was a little hypocritical considering we had our tongues buried in each other's pussies just about every night and Tom wasn't jealous when we played with each other.
Before the kids were born, I did sleep in Tom and Tara's bed every night. Often, I'd be awoken by either Tom or Tara for sex which I, of course, obliged. The other partner would be awakened by our activity, how could anyone sleep when two people were fucking in the bed the three of you shared? Either, the other person would watch, join in, or more likely, just place a hand on someone's butt in an effort to make a connection but also to give us our time together.
When Tom and Tara got married, I went with them on their honeymoon, staying in their hotel room in the Caribbean resort. A drunk Tara, one evening, told me, this was my honeymoon too, the three of us were married to each other. I smiled, wanting to believe this but I knew it was not true. I was a Sub, a third in the marriage of two, I was the unicorn.
A year later, Tara became pregnant with Thomas Jr. and slowly things began to change for me in their home. Pregnancy hormones brought out more jealousies for Tara and more rules were implanted to maintain our roles in the household, Tara was the wife, I was the Sub. Tom did not have two wives. The importance of this fact seemed to take on more weight.
Tara began treating me more and more like an employee rather than her beloved girlfriend. Except when we were in bed, in her bed, she returned to the beautiful angel I loved so much.
When baby Thomas arrived, I was crushed to learn my role in his life, which was essentially, no role at all. I was not allowed to hold the baby, touch the baby, sing songs to the baby, feed, or change diapers. I was not allowed to speak to the baby. Tara was the baby's mother, not me. She could easily share her husband but not her baby, she did not want her child to bond with me as a sort of quasi parent. To the kids, I was the hired help, nothing more.
I only spoke to the kids when I absolutely had to, they rarely spoke to me at all.
Even though we had no relationship, the kids were still fun to have around. I could quietly observe them and delight in their funny personalities.
A year after Thomas was born, Tara was stunned to find out she was pregnant again. They weren't trying to get pregnant, Tara was on the pill and not only that, but she was pregnant with twins! When the twins arrived I had secretly hoped, Tara would need an extra set of hands with the kids, she had a young toddler and twin newborns, after all, but her mother came by every day to help her. Tara's mom thought I was just the maid, she never attempted to speak to me. Tara and Tom also hired a baby night nurse for about three months. My help with the kids was not needed.
Towards the end of both pregnancies, Tara was not feeling sexual at all and Tom got into the habit of visiting me at night in my bedroom. I had worried this would make Tara furious with jealousy but she was actually grateful that I was meeting Tom's needs, she certainly didn't want to. He still visited me at night now, occasionally .
Last night, I was asleep in my own bed when I felt Tom's large body crawl under the covers. I murmured a sleepy hello and he reached for me to hold me against him. Tom laid is body over mine and we kissed, long passionate kisses. We touched and stroked each other's bodies as we removed our clothes. Naked and pressed up against his hot skin, he began to kiss my neck. I moaned, his kisses felt so good, I loved when Tom kissed my body. On nights like this one, when Tom crept into my bedroom late in the night, while everyone else was asleep, he and I made love together. He didn't want a blow job or anal. He wanted to lovingly kiss and squeeze my breasts and suck and pull playfully on my nipples. He wanted to softly caress my pussy, making me so wet and hungry for his big dick. I stoked his hard dick in my hand slowly as he groaned, his pre cum leaking onto my hand which I used as lubricate to stroke him faster. He pulled my hand away from his throbbing cock, it was too much, he wanted to be inside me. Tom entered me and slowly, gently, fucked me until I was just about driven mad with the build up to a powerful orgasm. We clung to each other, our bodies slick with sweat, panting and groaning as we moved together trying to reach our release.
"Do you like this?" Tom would ask me, practically breathless, "Does this feel good?" He never would ask me something like this in front of Tara. But here, the two of us alone in my bed, Tom was my lover, eager to please me, holding me tightly in his strong arms, his face pressed into my neck, wanting me to orgasm.
When we were done, we laid together in bed and just talked like two friends would do. No master and servant. Just Tom and Uni, happily sated after our lovemaking.
In one of these conversations, Tom admitted, it was, at times, difficult for his ego knowing his wife preferred having sex with me than with him.
"Tom, you know that's not true!" I scolded. "Tara loves you and your dick!"
"I know she loves me. But the truth is, we never make love with each other the way you and I just did. It's like, she's just going through the motions, just trying to get it over with." He admitted.
"What? I don't think that's true! I see her when she fucks you, she loves it!" I said.
"She's only excited like that when you're in the room with us." Tom replied.
Oh. I had no response to that. Tom looked so sad and defeated, what could I say? I reached for him to hold him and we started making love again. I couldn't fix his marriage but I could love him, so I did.
The holidays created some tension every year. Tom and Tara hosted both their extended families for Thanksgiving and Christmas. This meant their parents, siblings, nephews and nieces all descended upon the Baxter family home to celebrate. The extended families knew Tara employed a cleaning lady but did not know I also lived in the home. Sometimes, if her mom or sister stopped by during the day to visit her and the kids, they'd see me, silently doing my chores. They too, would ignore me. They probably assumed I did not speak English.
Tom and Tara couldn't think up a plausible story to explain why I lived in their home, so they just didn't tell them about me living here. They could have said I was the live in maid but those were quite rare these days, unless you were in the royal family. Tara thought her mom and siblings would consider this odd, to have a pretty, young woman living in her home, Tara had told me before. I didn't care at all what her extended family was told about me, but I sensed Tom and especially, Tara's, concern about me being around her family. I was careful not to do anything to add to Tara's concern, I could intuit that if my presence caused questions from her family, Tara would react badly. Having a picture perfect family was very important to Tara.
Right before the families arrived, I retreated to my bedroom, to read a novel by myself. I sometimes heard bits of their uproarious laughter or a surprised screech but most often I just heard the static din of voices in an undistinguishable murmur. I smelled the aromas of roasted turkey and mashed potatoes and gravy. Later, after the families have all gone home, I would be permitted to eat my dinner, like always, standing by the sink.
