At first, she thought it was one of the kids coming home: until she realized that the footsteps in the front hall were a heavier, more mature tread. Leah raised her head in time to see Kyle stride through the door of the kitchen, grinning.
"I came home early to find it is much too quiet in this house," he teased, shedding jacket, tie, and briefcase as he crossed the room. "What have you done with my children?"
Leah laughed. "They're down the street at the Johnson's. I believe the plan is to camp out in their backyard tonight. Besides, as I was so graciously reminded by your eldest son today, the Johnson's have a swimming pool, and
we
do not."
Kyle's chuckle echoed hers. "Well then, I guess we've been told." He took the glass of white wine she poured for him and thanked her with a silent nod. "And my wife? Where is she?"
Leah turned her attention to the pot of water on the stove, which had just come to a boil. She tipped the box of fettuccine noodles into it and gave them a quick stir. "Mrs. Hartmann called about twenty minutes ago. She's stuck in traffic. We're to start without her."
She didn't have to glance over her shoulder to know that he moved to stand behind her. Leah could always sense him without seeing him. Plus, he smelled good: like pinot grigio and aftershave. His breath was hot in her ear as he bent to kiss her neck.
"Does this mean we actually have the house to ourselves, Pet?"
She nodded, breathless and dizzy. His lips always managed to find just the right spot to make her shiver. Leah clutched at the wooden spoon in her hand and tried to ignore the wobbling sensation in her knees.
Kyle sighed into her neck, pressing himself against her, letting her feel the hardness of his body. "That smells good."
"F-fettuccine Alfredo," she stammered. The steaming pot of boiling pasta was hot as she stood over the stove, and Kyle was warm and solid as he stood behind her, and there wasn't anywhere to go but melt into a puddle at his feet. It was so rare that they got any time alone.
"Mmmm... you are undoubtedly the best housekeeper ever. Are you sure we don't have to wait for Bianca?" He nipped playfully at her earlobe.
Leah gasped at the sharp edge of teeth and shook her head. "She just said I was supposed to see that you left a little for her."
Kyle's chuckle was low and knowing and sent another round of shivers skimming over the kiss-dampened skin of her neck. "Left her a little dinner? Or a little bit of you?"
His touch wandered up over her hips and around her waist, pulling her none-too-subtly against his groin. Even through the fabric of her jeans and his dress pants she could feel the heat and hardness of him.
"Both, I think," Leah moaned. "Her package finally came in the mail today, I put it upstairs, in your bedroom."
Kyle grinned. "'Bout time, I was starting to think it would never come. Are you nervous, Pet?"
"A-a little," Leah sighed. His left hand had traveled upwards and found a hardened nipple beneath her t-shirt and every time he brushed teasingly against her it sent a shock straight through her. "I-I've never done anything like that before."
"You trust Bianca, don't you? She's the best, she'll be good to you."
Leah nodded, dry-mouthed.
"I know you've been thinking it about it - almost as much as we have. Bianca was talking about it the other night in bed while I licked her sweet pussy and she came so hard. She wants you so much, all the time. It's so difficult knowing you're here, in the same house, but not always with us."
Kyle's touch was gentle as he turned her to face him. His large hand moved to cup her cheek; his face lowered until his lips hovered just above her own.
"I-it's so tricky now that the kids are older," Leah gasped. His hazel eyes were lust darkened. "If they found out..."
"We'll be careful. They'll never know." Kyle brushed a soft, fleeting kiss against her mouth and her lips parted instantly, wanting more. "But really, what does it matter? They love you too. After all, you're part of the family."
She closed her eyes against the dizziness. She loved him. Loved them all. Kyle, Bianca, their children. Since she'd come to live with the Hartmann Family, she'd found a home, found the happiness she thought had escaped her. And she never would have, could have, guessed that her life would work out the way it had, that she would fall in love with both.
He kissed her again, greedily this time, with the all the passion which lurked under his mild-mannered exterior. It surprised her every time, as it had the first time they'd kissed. She'd been so shocked, so incredibly excited by him, and then to have Bianca there too, holding her hand, whispering in her ear. It had been too much. It was painful almost, how much she loved them both.
"I think something's burning," Kyle chuckled as their kiss ended with a shared groan.
"Shit," Leah muttered. She spun back to the stove and started turning off burners. She poked helplessly at the pot of fettuccine, grimacing when she found it stuck to the bottom. There were few things worse than overcooked and burnt pasta. "I think it's ruined." She turned to face him with a look of dismay.
Kyle's hands brushed against her hips again before roaming over her ass. "I'm not hungry anyway," he said. "We'll order in later. I never get to have you all to myself anymore."
Her smile was wistful. It had been a while since they'd been alone together. It seemed that work kept Kyle busier than ever and as the children grew older he spent more of his free time with them, going to soccer practice, to dance lessons, helping with homework. She missed having him around as often as he'd been in the early days. More frequently than not it was just her and Bianca on lazy weekends while he ferried kids to recitals and tournaments, and while that had a charm of its own, she missed him, missed what he brought to mix.
"Forget dinner, Pet. I want you."
Leah resisted the urge to pout. She worked hard on dinner, on the Alfredo sauce from scratch. There were few pleasures greater than watching Kyle and Bianca enjoy a meal she made for them, few words sweeter than their praise of her care of them. She'd been looking forward to sitting down just the three of them with a bottle of wine and dinner. It was so rare that they dined without the children around.
"It's okay," Kyle whispered. "It's my fault, I'll make it up to you." He pulled at the ties holding her apron in place and let it drop unheeded to the floor before he began to tackle the button and zipper of her jeans. Leah stood silent as his fingertips brushed lightly against the edge of her panties. She couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't think of anything but the gentle, teasing inquiry of his touch.
"And what colour did Bianca insist on today?" he asked with a chuckle.
"Pink, Mr. Hartmann," Leah gasped as he began to tug her jeans over her hips. "She wanted me in pink."
"Did she help you get dressed this morning?" Kyle knelt to draw the snug denim down her thighs.
"I-I helped
her
," she murmured, watching out of half-lidded eyes as his dark head moved closer to her. His eyes warned of trouble as he took in the small patch of pink lace covering her. He smiled mischievously up at her and Leah knew what he wanted to hear. "After I put the kids on the school bus, she needed help zipping up her dress, so I went to your room to help."
He didn't respond but ran his hands up the smooth expanse of her legs as her jeans pooled to the kitchen floor. His silence prompted her to continue.
"She wanted to wear the navy dress, the short one... and we couldn't decide which underwear went best with it. The new white lace you bought her is very pretty, but the fabric of her dress wasn't opaque enough, you could tell her underwear was light-coloured underneath..." Leah trailed off distracted by the heat of his breath as he listened, paused just an inch shy of the lace-covered juncture of her thighs. "So we chose the black, and she looks so beautiful in black."
"Tell me," Kyle whispered, his usual low-toned voice made more husky by his desire.
Leah hesitated, still shy after years of knowing him. His grip tightened on her hips and he helped her to step out of her discarded jeans and panties before standing and helping to pull her t-shirt over her head. Automatically she widened her stance, needing to be steadier on her feet as her knees weakened. Kyle didn't like to be kept waiting. "I could see her nipples through the lace of the bra..."
"So you...?" he prompted.
"I kissed her," Leah moaned. "I licked her nipples. I pinched them, pulled at them hard - the way she likes."
"And she?"
"She begged me to eat her, to make her come before she left for work."
Kyle moaned. "And did you?"
Leah's smile was slow, knowing. "Of course, Mr. Hartmann. You know I can't say 'no' to your wife."
He turned her to face the counter-top and pressed his still dress-pant clad groin against her hip. Leah could feel the hot, hard length of him. Before coming to work for the Hartmanns, Leah had never done anything remotely like that; she'd never slept with a woman, never thought she wanted to. But the couple had a way of bringing out a hunger in her that the younger woman was still surprised by. Leah felt primed all the time, ready for whatever Kyle or Bianca wanted from her. On the surface they were such a normal couple: good-looking and well-off, with a beautiful house, delightful children, and respectable jobs.
But behind closed doors? The Hartmanns were shockingly, wonderfully sexually creative.
Leah never did know if they hired her with the intent of seducing her, of bringing her in to their marriage the way they had, or if it had just happened organically. She was almost afraid to ask if the Hartmanns had sat across from her on the day of her job interview and thought 'we want to fuck this girl -- together', or if their attraction had just grown over time, the way hers had.
Not that it mattered, Leah giggled to herself as she heard the slide of Kyle's fly being lowered. They ended up here anyway.
"I
should
take you upstairs," Kyle murmured as he positioned himself behind her. He undid her bra and coaxed the straps over her shoulders, down her arms, and off. Tossed over his shoulder, her bra ended up in a jumble on the floor with the rest of her clothing. "Anyone could come in and see me with my cock deep inside you, a woman who is not my wife."
The words, the
