Lia My Houseeeper

This is the second in my series, Lia My Housekeeper. Please check out chapter one for context and an introduction to this series.

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Honestly I had never really felt at ease in my house. Since day one it had seemed too large and empty. While we could easily afford it, with my wife’s salary as a high powered retail executive, and my earnings buying and selling luxury cars, it felt strange and wasteful for a childless couple to live in a massive five bedroom house in the suburbs.

I had a new reason now, however, to feel uncomfortable. Our new live-in housekeeper, Lia.

I had resisted the hiring of a housekeeper for some time but, after 15 years of marriage, Helen, my wife, was sick of us arguing who’s turn it was to clean, or cook, or do dishes, finally convinced me. We hired a young asian girl on the suggestion of some friends and Lia had moved in.

Lia. She was the problem. She was sexy, with surprisingly large breasts for a petite asian girl. She had a cute face with plump lips, and a round ass. Most men, I suppose, would not complain about any of this, and if I was limited to sneaky glances at her figure, and quiet, unrequited lusting, that would have been fine. But Lia offered so much more.

On her first day she had watched me jerk off and cleaned my cum off of the floor, then later that evening had convinced me to fuck her while my wife was in the next room. It was amazing but reckless. I had dumped my cum deep in her and she had smiled and said she was looking forward to more. I was in deep, deep trouble.

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I showered after fucking Lia in my kitchen, a long hot shower in my multi headed steam shower, cleaning her cum off of my cock, and her smell off of my body. My wife was in the bedroom beside me. She had a book when I entered the adjoining bathroom, but I knew from experience that she would have already fallen asleep when I exited.

She fell asleep before me most nights, and we rarely fucked anymore, despite me still finding her 39 year old body sexy. I was 42 and I thought I had kept myself in decent shape. Her sex drive had almost dissapeared while mine was as strong as, or stronger than ever. So, when the young asian girl offered herself to me I was unable to resist.

The guilt of that betrayal was not as easy to wash off as the smell of her sex on my cock. I had never cheated on my wife before, despite having a few opportunities. I had always resisted, had always stayed true. I was, it seemed, weaker than I had thought I was and that was bothersome. I was disappointed and disgusted with myself, and terrified that I may have destroyed a 15 year marriage to the woman who I loved more than anything else in the world.

As I stood there with hot water pouring off my relatively toned body, coursing through my beard which had some streaks of grey, I realised that I could not do that again. No matter what was happening between my wife and I, it was no excuse for what I did. I would fix us. Not fuck some random girl. We had talked about going to couples therapy a while ago. Maybe I could suggest that again and we could re-ignite our spark and I would be stronger against temptation.

In the meantime, I resolved, I would keep my space from Lia. I would not let her near me and I would control myself around her.

I turned off the shower, dried off and went to the bedroom. As I suspected Helen was asleep, the book discarded on the bed beside her. I put the book on her nightstand, pulled the covers up to her chin and turned off the lamp on her side of the bed. I lightly kissed her and she sighed in her sleep. I got into bed myself and closed my eyes, resolved to be a better husband tomorrow.

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A resolution, it seems, is easier made than kept. I supposed that is why so many that are made January first get jettisoned by the fifth. While I may have resolved to leave Lia alone and focus on my relationship with my wife, I immediately found that this was going to be an issue.

I woke up alone in the bed. This was completely un-surprising. Helen was early to work and late home most days, dedicating most of her time to her job. I never minded. It made her happy and she earned well in return. I woke up most days around 9:30 or 10AM but she usually got up around 6, hit the home gym and was out of the house by 8 AM. This left me alone to do my work, take my time with a cup of coffee and slowly ease into my day, in the way that I preferred.

I rolled out of bed and stood up, wearing only soft fabric pyjama pants. I pulled a robe on, tying it loosely around my waist, most of my bare chest showing in the V formed by the two sides of the garment. I quickly brushed my teeth and then went downstairs to the kitchen to make some coffee.

I was surprised to see a tray set out on the kitchen island, with a carafe of coffee, a cup, sugar and milk in small containers that I doubted my wife and I had ever used, a croissant on a plate and the folded up newspaper. My first reaction was a smile, seeing this little tableau. What a nice thing my wife had done for me!

I was hit with a brief wave of regret when I remembered what had happened on this island just the night before. How could I have done that to the woman who would set this up for me?!

I sat down and poured myself a cup of coffee, opening my phone to check my emails, opening one with a promising lead for a vintage Porsche, when she walked into the kitchen. Lia. The housekeeper.

She was wearing just a button up flannel shirt, that I very quickly realised was mine. Where had she gotten that? Out of the laundry, I supposed. It was just long enough to cover her ass, and buttoned only about half-way up so I could see the delicious swing of her breasts as she walked towards me.

I spun around, looking in the direction of my wife’s office, panicked before remembering that she would have long since gone to work. I looked back at Lia and she was on the other side of the island, her elbows on the granite, leaning forward giving me an even better view of her smooth breasts.

“Good morning, sir,” she said in her quiet voice. “How did you sleep? How is the breakfast? Is it ok, or would you prefer I cook something for you?”

Of course, I thought. It wasn’t Helen, my wife, who had set this up. It was Lia.

“Um,” I said, trying to avert my gaze from her cleavage. “I slept… Fine. Thank you.”

I gestured to the breakfast. “And Thank you. But its not necessary.”

“Oh,” she said smiling. “I don’t care that it is not necessary. I just want to make you happy.”

“Right.” I swallowed past a lump in my throat. “Um… About last night…” I was having trouble putting into words what I meant to say.

“Yes,” she said smiling a small smile. “Last night. I hope you enjoyed yourself?”

I shook my head.

“It was a mistake. I am very sorry. I never should have let it get that far. It can not happen again.”

The small smile faded and she looked at me with very sad eyes.

“Then you did not enjoy yourself? Did I not perform to your liking?”

“No,” I said, somehow feeling bad for her. “That’s not…of course I enjoyed myself! We just can’t do it again!”

Lia smiled again.

“Ok. As long as you enjoyed yourself. This is what I am here for. What my job is. To please you, sir.”

She straightened up and her hands came up to the highest button that was actually done up on the shirt she was wearing. It was just below her breasts and she popped it open. Then the one under it.

“Please, sir,” she said as she slowly worked the fastenings. “Please. Let me please you.”

My hand was shaking as I set the coffee cup I realized I was still holding back in its saucer. Sloshing some of the dark liquid over the rim as it did.

My eyes were transfixed on the inner swells of her breasts as she slowly revealed them. I could not tear them away.

Once the shirt was completely unbuttoned she pulled it slowly open, the flannel catching on her nipples as they finally came into view. They were darker than her tan colored skin, thick and very hard. I could now see that she was wearing thong underwear, white with small red dots on them.

Her hand slowly ran down her stomach and under the elastic band, pushing towards her mound. Her plump, red painted lips, parted as she touched herself.

I groaned as I watched the display.

“Wait!” I said standing up. Lia smiled at me and her own eyes traced down my body to my crotch where my Pyjama pants and robe did nothing to hide how hard my cock had gotten, the shaft forming a tent in the fabric.

“Fuck,” I said, embarrassed. I grabbed my phone and rushed out of the kitchen and up the stairs to my room.

Once there I grabbed some jeans, pulled on a tee shirt, grabbed the keys to one of my cars and rushed back down the stairs and out to the garage.

I was lucky. I did not encounter Lia. I was not sure that if I had I would be able to resist her any more.

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I had nowhere to go that day. There were no car auctions, and my lead on the vintage Porsche was just that. A Lead.

I drove around aimlessly for a while, cursing myself for getting into this situation. If I had only kept it in my pants yesterday none of this would be happening. If I was not so weak!

Eventually I pulled up at a coffee shop and worked on my phone from there for a few hours. My thoughts invariably turned back to my hot Asian house keeper. How could they not. There were moments that I schemed how to continue this but I tried to push those away.

There is only so much time you can kill in a coffee shop however. Eventually I sighed, grabbed my stuff and headed back to my car.

This was stupid. I was the one in control here. Lia worked for me. I would just go in there, tell her it is done and let her know that if she did not start acting appropriately I would fire her. Simple as that.

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Helen was not home when I arrived at around 4PM, though I did not expect her to be. She usually arrived some time between 8 and 9:30, exhausted from her long days.

I dropped my keys in the tray by the door and called out.

“Lia? Are you here? We need to talk!”

There was no response. I walked through the main floor not finding her. The house was very clean, however. Whatever else, she did seem very good at her job.

In the kitchen I could smell something cooking, seeing that she had something slowly roasting in the oven. I was actually looking forward to eating that but first things first.

She was not upstairs either. My wife and I’s bedroom was tidy with the bed made and any laundry put away, but no sign of the housekeeper. The bathroom and the spare bedroom were empty as well.

Finally I went to my office, pushing open the door. I half expected to find her there but again, no sign of her. I looked guiltily at the floor where I had cum in front of her yesterday and shook my head. I was about to leave when I noticed something.

A yellow post-it note was stuck to the monitor of my computer. I frowned and crossed the room. Written in block letters was a brief note that read: Turn me on.

I was wary but sat in my chair and touched the on button. A brief flicker later I saw my desktop, seemingly unchanged. I was confused for a moment until I noticed a video file saved to the desktop. I knew that was not something I had done. I was one of those guys who meticulously organised my computer into orderly folders. The file was named: For You

I was not surprised to see, when I hit the play button and the video filled the screen to see Lia.

She had used the camera perched on top of the monitor to film this it seemed because the video opened to her sitting in my chair, leaned back.

She was still wearing my flannel shirt but it was just as unbuttoned as when I had last seen her in it. What was different, I discovered when she pushed the rolling chair back so her entire body was in frame, was that she was no longer wearing the thong. Her bald pussy was clear to see, and became clearer as he slowly spread her legs and hooked them on the armrests on either side of the chair.

I was transfixed as I I watched the lips of her pussy spread open, the glistening wetness of her cunt flashing in the light cast by the camera.

“Sir,” she said to the camera. Her slight accent did not obscure the words at all. “I want you to know that I am here for you.”

I could not look away from the screen as she ran her left hand over her left tit, squeezing it, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, then tugging on the brown nipple. Her other hand reached between her legs and began to rub her clit.

“I understand our relationship,” she continued, “even if you don’t. Yet.”

She began to push her fingers into her self, and I swallowed as the first two digits of her right hand sank into a clearly very wet pussy and began to stroke in and out.

“I belong to you now, sir. I’m yours for the taking. Or not. It is all up to you. Just know that though I want to cum so bad right now, I will not. I will only cum for you. With you. When you tell me I may.”

She slipped her fingers out of herself and leaned forward towards the camera, looking directly into it, making it seem like she was looking into my eyes.

“I am downstairs now. Waiting for you. May I cum? Please come down and tell me yes. Or no. It is up to you.”

The video ended and I let out a breath I did not know that I was holding in.

What. The. Fuck. Was I supposed to do with that!

I realised that without my own self noticing I had begun to fondle my hard cock through my jeans as I watched. It had been so sexy.

I closed the video and was about to delete it but then stopped myself. I opened a folder that contained my tax information from 2004 and created a new folder called oil change receipts and moved the video there. I could delete it later, I told myself. Lying to myself.

Ever heard of a fugue state? It’s when you do things but do not remember it. Like a black out drunk without the booze. I wish I could say that I was in one before I found myself at the door that led into Lia’s room. It would not be true. I knew what I was doing. I had just lost any resolve I had before this.

My hand was shaking when I raised it, about to knock on Lia’s door. I was hard as a rock and breathing heavily with lust. All I had to do was push into this room and Lia would have what she wanted.

I paused. Wait. That was exactly the problem. She would get exactly what she wanted. She *wanted* me to be shaking like a horny school boy. If I opened that door at this moment she would have me. I would not be able to resist her again, I knew.

I took a deep breath and lowered my hand. I turned and walked back upstairs and went into my office and locked the door behind myself.

I opened up the video she had left on my desktop and jerked off furiously into a tissue. It was fast and hard and I came a heavy load, but was barely satisfied. Still. I was in control.

I opened my email and went to work, securing a couple sales and making a decent chunk of commission.

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Helen, as expected, worked late that evening. We exchanged some texts but I knew I would be eating alone. I considered going out and grabbing some fast food to avoid Lia but, in the end, decided that this was my house and I would not be run off.

I went down to the kitchen and on my way I could smell something great. I saw Lia standing at the stove. She was still wearing my flannel shirt and, I could glimpse as she moved and the shirt lifted, small panties. Nothing else.

The lust I felt was almost overpowering. It was all I could do not to charge across the room and take what Lia had offered me. I knew, however, that if I did that I would not really be in control of this situation. I had other plans.

She turned and looked at me when I entered. She quickly lowered her eyes, in a passive, sheepish manner. Without a bra her huge breasts swayed under the fabric of the shirt.

“Food is almost ready, sir,” she said quietly.

“Good,” I said casually, as if she was not putting her sexy body on display for me. As if I had not seen that video she left. As if I had not fucked her the night before. As if I wasn’t already hard just looking at her. “What is it?”

“It is roasted pork, potatoes and a salad, sir,” she said. She hesitated. “…you…you didn’t come…”

I shrugged.

“I was busy,” I said, offhandedly. “I’ll eat here, Lia. No sense in using the dining room.”

I sat at one of the stools at the counter and watched her as she plated up my food. She placed it in front of me and started tidying up. She made a second plate and put it in the fridge, presumably for my wife when she got home.

As I ate I watched Lia wash the dishes that did not go into the dishwasher. Her body moved so enticingly under the clothing.

“Lia,” I said, cutting a piece of chicken and putting it in my mouth.

She turned and looked at me.

“That’s my shirt. Take it off.”

She looked down and even blushed a bit.

“Yes, sir,” she said. She unbuttoned the buttons one at a time. Slowly the shirt fell open, her nipples, obviously hard, just hidden by the fabric. She pulled the shirt off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

She was amazing. I couldn’t believe that this shirt Asian girl had such large, amazing breasts. The light brown nipples stood long and firm, seeming to need to be taken into my mouth.

She started to walk towards me.

“Stop.” I said. She paused. Seeming unsure of herself. “Don’t come any closer.”

She looked confused.

“Go kneel against the wall over there,” I said, gesturing to the wall across from me.

She didn’t say anything, but she obeyed. She crossed over, pressed her bare back against the wall and slid down to her knees.

She gazed at me, longing in her eyes. I suspected she had done exactly what she had promised earlier. Held off cumming until I told her she could. Her knees were partly spread and I could see a wet spot forming on her panties.

I stared back at her, slowly finishing my meal. She could only hold eye contact for a few moments before she looked down at the floor in front of her.

“Play with your tits, Lia,” I commanded.

I saw her blink then slowly raise her hands to those amazing heavy globes. She began to massage them, fingers finding her nipples which she pulled.

She bit her lip.

“Please sir,” she said. “I am very sensitive. I may cum.”

“No,” I said. “Do not cum. Not unless I tell you. That’s what you wanted, yeah?”

She closed her eyes and nodded, but continued to play with herself.

I pushed my plate away and stood up. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper. I pushed them down and stepped out of them. My hard cock made a tent in my boxer briefs.

I reached into them and gripped my cock with my hand, the thick shaft filling my fist. Lia looked at me, licking her lips. She was breathing heavily.

I slowly stroked myself as I walked towards her. Despite having jerked off a couple hours previously I was throbbing. Ready to go again.

Lia leaned forward, back leaving the wall, opening her mouth. Instinctually ready to swallow my cock.

“Back against the wall, Lia,” I said. I was standing directly in front of her then, cock in hand, my uncut foreskin pulling back and forth over the swollen helmet. The head glistened with pre cum.

I looked down at her as she looked up at me. Silently begging me to use that cock on her. I placed my free hand on the wall above her and leaned against it. She looked perfect. Her pretty Asian face was flushed, her plump lips were wet. All I had to do was move slightly forward and I could be fucking that sweet mouth.

Instead I jerked my cock faster. The head was just inches away from her face. She looked both confused and desperate.