Freebody Manor Ch 02

All characters are over the age of 18.

This story takes place a couple of days after part one. Like the first part, it is a sexual fantasy and not intended to be realistic. As always - check the tags.

Freebody Manor - Settling In

Dana Freebody looked up from her tablet at the sound of laughter from the open garage door. The furthest garage door from the house had been set aside to store their live-in staff's personal belongings.

Their new housekeeper, Lydia, was a lovely, full-figured woman in her mid-forties, who was emptying the last of her belongings from the Freebody's trailer with the help of their driver, Rudy. He had another role at the house but that was between him and the Freebody's, with no one else needing to know. However, if anyone thought about it very hard, the Marine Corps tattoo on his right shoulder might have been a clue.

He carried a pair of boxes, with his T-shirt stripped off. His muscular upper body gleamed with sweat. Lydia and he were laughing, and enjoying each other's company, despite the July heat. The flirty looks they gave each other made Dana smile. It had taken them a full day to pack Lydia's things and load the trailer, yesterday. Dana suspected that it hadn't been all work and no play for either of them.

The other two garages were for the couple's personal vehicles. Her husband's lone indulgence to his masculinity, a 1969 Pontiac GTO, in turquoise, and her lone indulgence to trophy wife-dom, her startling white, 2016 Jaguar F-Type. She always felt like a bit of a cliché when she drove around town, but damn, she felt sexy in it.

"Thank you so much, Rudy. I never could have done this so quickly by myself. You're a machine." Lydia said as Rudy closed the garage door.

"I'd say I was well rewarded for my efforts, Mama," Rudy said with a sly smile. Dana smiled to see the beautiful brunette blush. She walked up to the tall young man and stood on her toes to kiss him on the lips. Lydia wore a pair of grey yoga pants and sneakers with an old green blouse which was sweat-stained at the neck and below her enormous tits. She wore not a lick of makeup but glowed with a natural beauty that Dana couldn't help but admire. That Mediterranean blood she supposed. She sat up and called from her bench on the patio. "Lydia, do you have a few minutes to chat, dear?" Lydia looked up and smiled. She walked toward Dana, giving a final wave to Rudy, who turned to put the Escalade and the trailer away behind the garage. Lydia walked up and Dana patted the bench next to her. Lydia sat at the very edge.

"I'm very sweaty, Mrs. Freebody. I don't want to get any on that pretty sundress."

Dana smiled and smoothed the fabric down over her legs. "Please, call me Dana." Lydia smiled and nodded, and Dana's look turned sly. "And speaking of names... what is the story behind this "Mama" nickname, you have adopted?"

Lydia's face flushed a lovely pink. "I ah... I'm sorry about that." She reached out for Dana's hand and then pulled it back because of how dirty she was. Dana reached out and took hers. Their eyes met. "I know that you are the mother of this house. I meant no disrespect. The 'mama' thing was just something I said in the heat of the moment that afternoon."

Dana smiled mischievously. "Yes, well it

was

quite hot, wasn't it? But I know there is a story about why it occurred to you. I can tell these things and I'm dying to know."

Lydia looked down at her lap. "When my son was about to go off to college, a few of his pals spent a lot of time around our place. Most called me Lydia, or Mom, as kids frequently do with their friends' moms. But there was this one young man."

Dana leaned in, sensing a spicy story.

"He was a big lad. A football player, named Gerry. The way he used to look at me when he was over the house, made it clear he didn't see me as a mom. He saw me as a woman, and he liked what he saw. He used to call me, Mama." Lydia looked up and their eyes met again. "It was the way he said it, he almost... sighed it. I saw the lust in his eyes, and it made me feel so... sexy and desirable. That a young man like that would still find me sexually attractive. When I saw the look on Dalton's face, it reminded me of him."

Dana sighed. Lydia could imagine the glamorous brunette would have more than her share of young admirers between her stepdaughter's friends and the young men and women who came to pose for her artist husband, Lars. "Did you sleep with him?" Dana asked. She watched a shudder pass through Lydia's body as she contemplated her question.

Lydia clenched her hands and told the truth to Dana and herself. "No, but I would have. If I'd have been alone in that house with him for five minutes, I'd have sent him home exhausted."

Dana laughed. "I'm sure." She paused for a few moments. "I'd consider it a personal favor if you'd ask our young friends to

not

call you Mama, around the house. As you said,

I am

the mother of this manor." Lydia looked down and nodded. Dana leaned in and whispered in Lydia's ear. "But what they call you behind closed doors, is none of my business."

They both smiled. "Now, today is Saturday. I'd like you to take the weekend to get to know everyone and the house and start work on Monday. This house is plenty big enough to fill forty hours of work, and I'll expect it of you. In your free time, e

verything

in this house is yours to enjoy. The pool, the gym, the hot tub, and the grounds. This house is your home now." Dana said. She reached out and gently caressed Lydia's cheek, and then leaned in and kissed her lips tenderly. Lydia felt her heart flutter at the gentle touch. She pulled back and looked into Lydia's eyes again. "Everything."

Lydia trembled at the implication of that word. She nodded and gave Dana a shy smile. "But don't let your

enjoyment

conflict with your duties," Dana added.

At that moment, Rudy walked across the drive and passed them, with the keys to the Escalade that he drove for the family. The eyes of the two women followed the strapping man who smiled and threw them both a wink.

"You certainly sent

him

home exhausted last night," Dana said with a chuckle.

The curvy brunette rose and stretched. "He left me in a similar state," she said with a sly smile. Lydia groaned. "I'm gonna be sore. I hate moving."

Nodding, Dana remembered back before Lars' work had become successful. They had moved together several times, with only themselves to do the heavy lifting. "Lydia, why don't you go take a hot bath in the master ensuite? I have a lovely big tub and some of the best bath oils. You'll feel like a new woman when you get out."

Lydia had seen the tub when she'd toured the home a few days ago and had dreamed of soaking in it. "That's very kind, thank you."

"As I said, this is your home now," Dana said as she rose, groaning herself. Her breasts were swollen with milk and the pressure was getting uncomfortable. "I'm going to go feed LJ and I'll see you later."

***

Lydia walked into the massive bathroom with her towel. She'd taken most of her things up to her room and was very pleased with it. On the L-shaped second floor, only Lars' daughter Jessie's room and an unoccupied guest room had private bathrooms. The four bedrooms occupied by the house staff shared two additional bathrooms, one on each side, adjoining two bedrooms.

As big as the upstairs bathrooms were, they were nothing compared to this ensuite. A big garden tub occupied a corner, and it was roughly triangular. The outer corners were curved and big enough for two bathers to lounge in, though they would be playing footsie. The inner corner was a small, elevated seating area. A perfect spot for shaving her legs, Lydia thought. She reached over and got the water running.

The room also included a pair of vanities, a large open shower, two doors into private commode stalls, and Dana's make-up counter that held a variety of products. One thing that impressed Lydia the most about the entire house was the lack of

opulence

. The house was nicely decorated, and quality materials were used throughout, but there was none of the over-the-top, gold-this and crystal-that, that the wealthiest people seem to surround themselves with. Despite the art that adorned the walls, it felt like a home rather than a museum.

Lydia undressed in front of the big mirror over the vanities and smiled. For the first time in a long time, she was pleased with the view. She pulled the big clip that held her hair off her neck and let her dark waves fall over her shoulders. She ran her hands through it and then down over her body. Her big ripe tits had always been her most eye-catching feature, but the way everyone had reacted to her before ever seeing her naked, had made her begin to see herself in a new light. She squeezed them firmly and sighed as a warm feeling spread throughout her body.

She turned back to the tub and saw a variety of soaps, oils, and shampoos along one side of the tub. She was reaching for a jasmine-scented oil when she pulled her hand back with a wild giggle. Between a pair of shampoos stood a red rubber dildo about eight inches long. It had a suction cup on the back end, and that warm feeling enveloped her again as she imagined the varied ways to use such a thing in a bathtub.

Lydia settled into the warm water with a groan. She'd added the scented oil, and it felt smooth on her skin. With a great sigh, she laid back and closed her eyes.

She didn't know how long she'd slept but was awakened by the creak of the bathroom door. It must have just been a few minutes as the water still seemed the same temperature. Lydia sat up as Dana walked in. She was again topless, and breastmilk was smeared over her tits and stomach.

She smiled. "Lars Junior is a very messy eater. If I forget to put a towel under him, I'll be a mess afterward." Lydia watched as the elegant woman stepped out of her athletic shoes and peeled her shorts down over her shapely hips. "Do you mind if I join you?" Dana asked with a sly smile.

Lydia sat up as she answered. "No, of course not." Her eyes were fixed on Dana's leaking nipples just as they had been on the day of her interview.

"Great," Dana replied as she swung her leg over the edge of the tub, flashing Lydia a glimpse of her pussy. It looked shiny and her clit was engorged and red. She began to ease herself into the water and sighed as she did. When she was comfortably seated, Dana reached into the water with both hands to pull some over her body.

"Wait!" Lydia said. Their eyes met and Lydia's eyes dropped back to her leaking nipples and said what she was thinking. "Can I...?"

Dana grinned. "I'd have let you when we first met... if you'd asked."

Lydia's body trembled and she shifted onto her knees. Dana, aware of the effect her naked body was having on her new housekeeper, stretched languorously with a soft moan and spread her legs. She lifted her soft tits in her hands and flicked at her nipples, flinging tiny droplets of mother's milk into the bathwater.

Lydia knelt between her knees and leaned over Dana's curvy body. She reached out with her tongue and licked Dana's left nipple, tasting another woman's milk for the first time. She ran her tongue over her areola, getting another drop or two. "That feels good, honey. More. Suck on them."

Lydia was overcome with arousal and whimpered as she set her mouth over the full breast, sucking the entire areola and nipple into her warm mouth. They moaned together, as milk ran copiously over her tongue. Dana's left hand encircled her head, pulling Lydia's face into the pillowy softness. The warm milk was sweet and smooth and felt good as she swallowed it. Having been secretly attracted to women all her life, she'd often wondered how it would taste and feel.

"Oh yesss," Dana sighed. She smiled down at her new housekeeper and knew she'd made the right choice. It was funny how she could always find the repressed or neglected sort. Watching them open like a blooming flower in her home always made her happy. She took her left breast in her hand and squeezed her nipple, squirting warm milk over the side of Lydia's face.

Amazed at the warm feeling, Lydia released the right nipple and squeezed the left with her hand, with a hungry grin. She watched the milk squirt haphazardly from the tiny milk ducts and then set her lips loosely over it, feeling the warm milk on her lips and chin.

"Do you like it?" Dana whispered seductively. Lydia nodded, her eyes wide and her pulse pounding in her ears. "Touch my pussy."

Their eyes met again as Lydia's hand disappeared beneath the water. Before she had been married, Lydia had a torrid affair with a woman who was a local seamstress. She'd taken a few blouses to be altered to accommodate her bustline, and during the measurements and fittings, one thing had led to another and then another.

Dana's breath stuttered as Lydia's nimble fingers danced over her clit, caressing it lightly. A finger slipped between her pussy lips and played in the slickness there. "Oh Lydia, that's... sooo... nice. I get so aroused when I feed him in the afternoon."

Lydia remembered the same feeling, years ago. Between the pregnancy and breastfeeding it had felt like she'd spent a year and a half with her sex drive dialed up to eleven. She hummed her reply into Dana's milky tit and then sucked harder on the engorged nipple. She slid her fingers alongside Dana's clitoral hood, pinching it, making Dana moan blissfully. The two-fronted assault on her pleasure centers made Dana writhe on the slick surface of the tub. She wailed as Lydia switched from nipple to nipple, pinching them tightly between her tongue and upper teeth.

Dana felt her orgasm rise and fall and then rise again as two fingers slid inside her to rub her G-spot and then back out again to rub her oil-slicked clit. Finally, Lydia slid back a few inches and pulled Dana's legs toward her. Hot water washed over her upper body and her butt slid up on Lydia's upper legs. Their eyes met as the housekeeper reached back and grabbed the red dildo from the edge of the tub. The suction cup released the surface with a pop. Lydia wet the rubber cockhead with her tongue and then set it against Dana's dripping pussy lips. Lydia slowly pushed it in and rubbed the swollen clit with her other hand. Dana's back arched in the water as the thick toy, filled and stretched her needy pussy.

Lydia's arm slowly picked up speed, pistoning the dildo rapidly into Dana's wetness, making erotic, sloppy sounds. "Oh yeah, just like that, just like that!" Dana wailed. Lydia smiled and lost herself in the moment, in pure sexual abandon. After several minutes of intimate eye contact, Dana wailed. "Oh, Lydia! Oh! Lydiaaaa!" her employer screamed and then splashed Lydia's massive tits with a powerful squirt of her cum. Dana grabbed Lydia's hand, holding the rubber cock deep inside her, enjoying every firing nerve ending until she collapsed into the water, with a great sigh.

"Oh my," Dana gasped, "That was... something

special.

" She said as Lydia slid back to the other side of the tub, smiling. She washed Dana's milk from her chin with a wet hand.

"Fucking hot, is what that was."

Lydia turned, startled, to find Lars standing inside the bathroom door. He was again shirtless and barefoot in a pair of paint-stained cargo shorts. The front of his shorts was tented by an obvious erection. He was smiling widely at his wife. "May I join you?" he asked.

Dana laughed and indicated to Lydia with her hand as she caught her breath. "It's her bath." Lars turned to Lydia.

Lydia shrugged. It was a big tub, but three bodies would be pushing things perhaps. "If you can figure out how." Lars just smiled and dropped his shorts. His cock was impressive for a man of his slight frame. He stepped between the two women and then sat and slid back between his wife's spread legs. The water level rose as he settled in the tub. He picked Dana's knees up over his thighs and then laid back with his head on her warm milky tits. He hooked his legs around Lydia's hips and smiled as Lydia acknowledged his familiarity with fitting bodies in the tub.

"So, I've just got to ask," Lydia paused briefly to choose her words. "How did your home get so... sexy?"

Lars chuckled. "My first wife, Jessie's mother, was great, but terribly jealous and rather prudish unless we were alone. When I began using live models she had great difficulty with it. We split up just after my work started gaining a fanbase."

Lars stroked his wife's calves with both hands. "As you might suspect, Dana was one of my models, but nothing happened between us until after my wife left."

Dana smiled. "But I was already in love with him." She looked at him affectionately and ran her fingers through his hair.

"After we were married, we talked honestly about some ethical non-monogamy, as both of us have very active sex drives," Lars said.

Lydia chuckled. "It sounds like an occupational hazard to me, with all the beautiful bodies that must come through here."

Lars smiled. "For Dana too. She was with a big modeling agency when we met," he said before continuing his story.

"We started with a little swinging and some partner swapping, but both of us found we didn't like the planned nature of it. It lacked spontaneity. Then one day, we hired a married couple to model for me. Jason and Kashvi. They were fitness models, and we really hit it off. They modeled for me all week and then on Saturday..."

Lars paused with a smile, "I'm sure you can guess the rest. But Dana and I found our spontaneity. We decided that within the confines of this house, our marriage would be considered open. Over time, we have sort of collected a staff and friends that are like-minded and sexually adventurous." His eyes sparkled as he smiled at her. "And we are

very

glad that you are with us now."

Lydia glanced down to the water between them to see Lars' cockhead poking up from the water. His erection had not waned during his story. She reached out and stroked it. "Yes, I can see how glad you are." She glanced up and met Dana's eye. "You said I should enjoy everything, right?"

Dana smiled and nodded. "Everything."

Lars' smile grew even larger as Lydia moved forward, to straddle his hips. Dana pushed him down toward Lydia so her legs wouldn't be in the way of Lydia's. When his hard cock was pinned by her labia, Lydia ground down on him, feeling his cockhead move against her clit. They moaned together as she rode him. She sighed and reveled in the feeling of him beneath her. She leaned over and kissed him softly.

The movement aligned her body with his and she felt his cockhead enter her. She took a moment to marvel at her change of fortune. To go from being financially unstable and sexually neglected for years and afraid to seek out companionship despite her needs, to the wanton and open nature of life in Freebody Manor, was beyond her wildest fantasies. She slid back and felt his cock stretch and fill her.

Lars lifted his hands and squeezed her tits making her moan softly. She began to ride him slowly and found herself looking deep into Dana's eyes as she did so, looking for any sign of uncertainty or doubt. All she found was a contented smile. She planted her hands down on Lars' chest and ground down hard on his cock. The feeling was wondrous, and she felt her climax beginning to build in her core. "Let me see a wanton expression," he whispered with a grin.

She laughed and then bit her bottom lip as his cockhead rolled over her G-spot. "Oh God. I think I'm really going to enjoy my job."

***

Not long after, Lydia was again alone in the tub. She could feel Lars' cum inside her as she probed with her fingers. The couple had gotten out and showered quickly, nearly finding themselves late for an appointment with a potential client. She refilled the tub with hot water, knowing her knees would be sore after the kneeling she'd just done on the hard tub surface, and then washed the combined juices from her body.