The Gemini
Keywords: The, Gemini,
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It was my own moaning that I could hear now, almost sure they would have heard it had they not been so enthralled in their own actions, their bodies continuing to grow together into one. Although the sounds hadn't stopped altogether I was sure they had to know I was watching by now but if they did they didn't let on. If I had really cared I would have done something to stop them but I didn't. I wanted to see what would happen and they didn't want to stop. Their lips pulled apart and his made their way to the sides of her neck as she slid one hand across his back and after releasing the other one from around his groin she moved it to the back of his head keeping him there. Her face stared off behind him here gaze distant and unfocused but not entirely away from my hiding spot. If she bothered to turn her head slightly to the right and focus her eyes she could have easily seen me watching them but she didn't. She continued to gnaw on her bottom lip as he worked his mouth across the smooth skin of her body. For her part, she inched her hips closer to him and settled down lower, her bunched up skirt wrapped around her thin waist.
I didn't know how much more I could stand. My own hand had worked its way up under the knee length hem of my stiff uniform, across the nylons of my inner thigh and finally to the waist of my restrictive undergarments. The cool touch of my fingers finally invaded the soft satin of my panties and found the heated shaft of my own penis longing for a personal touch. The gentle rubbing of my hand sent waves of joy through my body. It was almost too much to bear as I opened my eyes again and found the pair still at it on the couch, my wife's hips working against his groin, her own silk panties rubbing against him. It was his turn to moan as she pulled him closer to her chest to muffle the sound, her gentle grinding speeding up. I could feel the familiar tightening in my groin as an orgasm was approaching, the pressure building to the point I couldn't hold it in any longer. As if on cue I could see Terry's own body stiffen, his mouth pulling away from hers, eyes closed tight as he reached his own climax, both of our bodies shuddering as the cum shot out in wave after glorious wave of white fluid, my portion landing on my hand, body and panties. I tried to control my labored breathing and regain my senses as Christa held the now silent Terry against her bosom, both enjoying the intense climax. Aware now that they were beginning to draw apart I quickly walked across the carpeted dining room from sight and after removing my heels with the one free hand I darted across the cool tiled floor of the kitchen to the bathroom where I closed and locked the door, resting for minute in complete darkness trying to gather myself. My penis gave one final shudder trying to finish its task when I slid my hand up slightly, feeling the hot, sticky material against my body. Switching on the light, I pulled up the hem of uniform around my waste and pulled out my undergarments as far as I could, reaching for tissue and beginning to clean up the mess staining my panties as best I could. Flushing the evidence, I washed up and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I wiped away the small beads of perspiration that had formed on my top lip and chin and checked my makeup. All in all I still looked relatively unscathed by the days events.
I took a deep breath and slid back into my heels before opening the door and stepping back into the kitchen. Just as I emerged from the hallway and approached the stove in the kitchen I heard movement behind me. Steeling myself, I checked to see that dinner was progressing as expected and I turned around to find Christa opening the refrigerator and taking out two beers. She had changed into sweats.
"How is it coming?" she asked, straightening up and closing the door.
"It will be ready right at 6 p.m. ma'am." I said, turning to face her.
She stepped forward with a smile on her face and opened both beers, taking a swig from one.
"Thank you Stacy. Please let us know when it's ready."
She reached up and smoothed the sleeve of my uniform.
"Keep up the good work."
With that she turned and strolled out to the patio where Terry was sitting, still wearing jeans and the same shirt. She handed him a beer and sat down across from him while I continued with dinner, removing the rolls from the oven and placing them on the dinner table along with the usual assortment of utensils.
A few minutes later I pulled out the main course, transferred it to the serving dish and placed it on dinner table. I lowered the lights to a comfortable setting and walked through the great room to the doorwall; my hips swaying pleasingly as my heels carried me across the carpeting. I could see that Terry and Christa were alone out on the deck so I stepped through the doorwall and approached the table, my hands clasped in front of me.
"Dinner is ready ma'am." I said.
"Excellent. Thank you."
I headed back inside and started straightening up the kitchen. When I saw the pair enter the dining room and sit down I stepped inside.
Terry was the first to speak.
"This looks great Stacy."
"Thank you sir." I replied with pride. It wasn't difficult to make but I was still proud it had turned out perfectly. "Is there anything else you need? Another drink perhaps?"
"Yes. Thank you. Two more beers please." Christa spoke.
I nodded and withdrew to the kitchen where I took out too more beers and headed back to the dining room setting a beer down in front of each and grabbing the empties.
"Please let me know if you need anything else." I said as I returned to the kitchen to make myself a plate not realizing how hungry I had been. As I continued to eat, I could hear forks and plates banging together as Terry and Christa continued to dine, small conversation floating to the kitchen. After finishing my first piece of chicken and several potatoes, I got up from the barstool upon which I sat and returned to the dining room, asking if there was anything that they needed. Despite the strange events of Stacy's first day, things were going smoothly and I was proud in my performance so far.
"We're fine, thank you. Please fix yourself a plate."
"Thank you ma'am." I said, realizing I was apparently supposed to wait to eat.
I made a mental note and returned to my meal, savoring another buttered roll as Christa and our guest continued to dine. As I ate in solitude I tried to wrap my mind around what has just transpired in the living room between Christa and our guest.
I had eaten way too fast but after cleaning my plate and putting it in the dishwasher I returned to the dining room with offers of dessert, a new french silk pie having been on my list earlier today.
"I can't eat another bite. That was absolutely delicious." Terry said, pushing back his plate.
"May I?" I said motioning to the place setting.
"Thank you." He said as I took up the plate.
"Ma'am?"
She nodded and I cleared her plate as well.
"I'm stuffed too." she said, looking you at me. "Why don't we save the pie for Julie's first night here."
"Yes ma'am." Damn it. That pie would have been perfect about right now. There is ALWAYS room for dessert!
I returned to the kitchen and set about the task of washing the dishes. These were Christa's special china and I wasn't about to trust the dishwasher with these or she would have my head on her plate.
I had begun washing the silverware when I looked down and realized I had forgotten for the first time today how I was dressed and made up with makeup and long fingernails. It was strange to feel so natural and so comfortable that I had forgotten so quickly. In a way, my servitude roll was pleasing and those mundane tasks weren't quite so bad due to their circumstance. Perhaps the pressures of work of always having to be in command of my projects had made the subservient roll in which I now found myself particularly appealing. Decisions were made for me and I didn't have to think about it. In a way it was disconcerting to have given up complete control so easily. The majority of that had to do with my trust of Christa I suppose. My introspection was interrupted when Terry and Christa emerged from the dining room.
"We're going out for the evening Stacy. Please straighten up and do the laundry in the hamper."
Christa grabbed her purse and closed the door behind them. The garage door opened and Christa's white Cadillac backed out, the door returning to it's closed position before they hit the street and pulled away.
The house had grown quiet again as I headed for the master bedroom and removed the laundry bag from the hamper and descended the steps to the basement, my heels clacking against the concrete, the echo surrounding me. I started the washer filling and began to unload its contents when a pair of jeans and unfamiliar boxers tumbled out and into the water. I grabbed the soaking items and pulled them up for a closer inspection. They definitely weren't mine nor Christa's obviously and knew that they had to be Terry's. Upon gaining a closer look and even though they were wet, I could clearly see the stain on the shorts. It could have been there for months, permanently set from earlier escapades but I knew that they had to be fresh from this afternoon. I ran my hand over the material wondering what it felt like to have my hand in there while Terry was still wearing them. I tossed them in the with the rest of the clothes and shut the lid, the agitation cycle and soap erasing any evidence. I was experiencing another stiffness in my groin and adjusted it into a more comfortable position before walking back across the basement savoring the sound. I carefully ascended the uncarpeted, wooden steps to the first floor and returned to my room. Walking into my bathroom I kicked on the lights and examined myself in the mirror. I added a touch of powder, straightened my hair a bit and after I was satisfied with my appearance I strolled out to the living room to watch some TV before hearing the washer chime it's completion.
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Keywords: The, Gemini,