Sylvia hummed to herself as she straightened up the covers on the bed. It had taken no effort at all to get the new gardener up into the bedroom. Ricardo proved to be well worth the trouble, and had spent most of the afternoon making Sylvia squeal. Her pussy still ached from the pounding that she had received. Ricardo was more than fifty years old, and old enough to be her father, but Sylvia had noticed the way his eyes roamed over her every time they were near. Sylvia had been itching for the entire morning, and the prospect of a full day without something stuffed in her tight pussy was almost too much for her to bear. Yes, Ricardo was somewhat older than the men she usually bedded, but he proved to have more than what it took to cool her fire.
Sylvia stopped to give the room a quick review. Everything was in place, and the strong breeze coming through the open window had long banished the musky scent of her recent tryst. Fucking in her employer's bed was something that she could never pass up. The huge four-post bed was ideal for all sorts of kinky games, and the mattress was unbelievably soft. Her own bed was pitiful by comparison and she was always careful to clean the room thoroughly when she was done. Sylvia checked her watch and smiled. Ricardo had proved to be almost too up for his task, giving Sylvia very little time to clean up. It was just luck that they had used the bed for only part of their session.
Sylvia hurried down the stairs and into the den, and quickly prepared a pitcher of tea. Mr. and Mrs. Borden would be home soon, and they always enjoyed a cool glass of tea when they arrived. As clockwork, Mrs. Borden arrived home, but without her husband. Sylvia had forgotten that Mr. Borden would be working late, and would be home much later. She would have to remember to have the cook prepare him a separate meal.
Sylvia poured Mrs. Borden a glass of tea as the woman walked into the room.
"Would you like to take your tea in here, or on the sun porch ma'am?"
Mrs. Borden shook her head as she reached for the glass. "Neither. I'm totally worn out Sylvia, could you go and run me a bath?" she said, her face indeed seeming tired.
Sylvia nodded, and headed toward the stair.
"Please add some oil to the water, and a few candles as well. I want to soak for a while." Mrs. Borden added.
Felicia Borden took a long drink from her glass of tea, and then headed to her bedroom. She had gotten little sleep the night before, abandoning her rest for some sweaty hours with her husband Dale. The trade had been well worth it, but she was now faced with two problems. She was down and out tired but thinking of the previous night had left her horny again. Dale wouldn't be home until late, and she needed some relief immediately. It seemed like it would be a long evening.
Felicia sat her glass down on the nightstand, and began to slip out of her dress. She unzipped the dress, and slipped it down her body. Felicia stepped from the dress, and sat down on the bed to remove her heels. She squealed and leapt from the bed as her bare ass landed in something cold and wet. Felicia wiped her fingers over the bed, coming into contact with the puddle that she had sat in. She pulled her fingers to her nose and sniffed, the scent of pussy cream and cum filling her nose. Both angry and excited by the smell, she yelled for Sylvia.
Sylvia quickly came from the bathroom next door, and into the room.
"Yes ma'am?" she asked with a smile.
"I forgot to give you something that I picked up at the store. Come here?" Felicia said, as her face lit with a wry smile.
Sylvia thought the request odd. What could she have? Felicia was standing in her stockings, heels, and bra, and she was not holding anything. She walked over to Mrs. Borden, somewhat confused.
"Do close your eyes. I want it to be a surprise." Felicia told her.
Sylvia closed her eyes and waited. She could feel Felicia move closer to her, and could feel the heat of her body next to hers. She was almost ready to take a peek, when she felt Felicia move. The next move was unexpected. She felt something moving in front of her face, then fingers brush against her lips. Wet fingers. Sylvia opened her eyes, and took a quick step back. Her tongue ran over her lips in reflex, flooding her taste buds with the flavor of cum.
"What?" she stammered before being stopped.
"That's from the fucking puddle of jism that's on my bed! Since I've been at work, that only leaves one woman in this house that would be fucking!" Felicia yelled accusingly.
Sylvia was momentarily taken aback by the forcefulness of her usually quiet employer. Her mind raced quickly for an excuse. Luckily, she knew about the previous evening, and how Mr. and Mrs. Bowen had spent the night fucking.
"I am sorry Mrs. Bowen. I hastily made the bed today, and did not think to change the linen." she lied with a straight face.
Mrs. Bowen was not convinced. "Bullshit! Do you expect me to believe that a wet spot would last all day long, and not dry up?" she growled.
