Frank Brown - Hot bed housekeeper

Downstairs, Kathy saw that it was already five o'clock. She'd slept the day away. Luckily, tonight was one of Otto's bowling nights. He wouldn't be home for dinner, and probably not until after eleven o'clock. Still, she had to work fast if she was going to get her work done here before Lois or Fred Chapman came home. She had the breakfast dishes still to do, plus a bed to make, rooms to tidy up and dust, and at least two loads of clothes to wash. She groaned when she tried to move fast. She was waddling like a duck after Randy Chapman's hard fucking.

She managed to get everything done in the kitchen and master bedroom, then went down to the basement to do the wash. There was a TV to watch in the basement laundry room, and she switched it on as the washer rhythmically sloshed. She settled down to watch the evening news, giving her aching body a well-deserved rest.

At least I'm being well paid for all this work, she mused, and then she remembered having promised Randy Chapman a year's salary in exchange for his stud services. He surely wouldn't hold her to that promise, would he? How could she? She really had nothing to worry about – she hoped. She put the ridiculous worry out of her mind and turned her attention back to the TV.

An hour later, as she dragged the wash back upstairs, she nearly ran into a man in the kitchen. He was making himself a drink, which he nearly dropped when Kathy suddenly appeared.

"Excuse me," Kathy said. "You must be Mr. Chapman. I'm Kathy Finn, the new housekeeper."

"You startled me," the man said. "I'm Fred Chapman, pleased to meet you, Miss Finn. Won't you join me in a drink?"

"Mrs. Finn," Kathy said. "As for that drink, I'd love one, but I really should finish up here and be getting home."

The man looked Kathy over, his eyes lingering on heir bare feet – Kathy still hadn't put her shoes back on – then took the clothes basket out of her hands and set it down.

"I insist you join me," he said. "I won't take no for an answer. I hate to drink alone. Lois won't be home until at least ten, and more likely not until midnight. You must be neighborly and share a drink with me."

Kathy knew she couldn't argue with the man. Besides, she found herself looking over Fred Chapman as intently as he'd looked over her. He was a handsome man, tall, dark, and well built. She could see where Randy had got his handsomeness, but not his blandness.

Fred Chapman finished preparing the drinks, then excused himself for a few minutes and returned to the kitchen wearing nothing but scanty swim trunks. He had a muscular torso and a hairy chest, which Kathy had the almost irresistible urge to stoke.

"Shall we?" Fred asked.

He led her out back, onto the patio, and they relaxed on chaise lounges, sipping their drinks and basking in the warm, late-afternoon sun.

Kathy liked the private, intimate setting. The back yard was completely fenced in and hedged in. A person could freely sunbathe nude out here, Kathy mused with a smile.

"Why the mischievous smile?" Fred Chapman asked. "What were you thinking?"

"You're very perceptive," Kathy said. "But it's nothing to talk about."

"Let me be the judge of that," Fred said. "Come on now, out with it."

"I'd rather not."

"Out with it," Fred Chapman said. "I'll hold you hostage until you tell me."

"I was simply thinking that this back yard is perfectly private, the kind of back yard I'd like to have."

"And? What else?"

"And that one could sunbathe out here in complete privacy."

"By that you mean in the nude," Fred Chapman said.

Kathy flushed. "Well, yes!"

"I do it all the time," Fred Chapman said. "In fact, every evening after work I sunbathe out here in the nude, at least when the sun is high like this in summer."

"Oh," Kathy said, stunned by the man's bold admission.

"Of course, I only do it when Lois isn't home. She would be scandalized. But then, Lois is never home. I see her about two minutes a week-awake, anyway. We sleep in the same bed, but she never spends a moment in bed that she isn't sleeping. She's a very efficient work machine, my Lois. Work is her life. To relax as we're doing, even for five minutes, would kill her. She couldn't do it. She considers everything but work a complete waste of time. And I mean everything."

"I see," Kathy said.

Fred finished his drink and poured himself another one out of the pitcher. He topped off Kathy's glass too.

"I can't tell you how nice it is to come home from work and share a drink with you, Mrs. Finn. Tell me about your husband."

"He likes to work, read the newspaper, and go bowling," Kathy said. "He also likes to eat. He used to be an athlete, a football player. Now he has trouble hauling himself up a flight of stairs."

"One must exercise regularly to stay fit," said Fred Chapman. He whacked his flat abdomen, which was solid as a rock. "I work out at the spa. And when I sunbathe out here I do a few gymnastic exercises."

He set down his glass, walked out onto the grass, and sprang into a handstand.

Kathy was amazed.

In his inverted position, Fred smile at her, his face flushed with blood, then started doing handstand press-ups. After ten press-ups, he sprang back to his feet.

Kathy clapped, laughing.

"Thank you," Fred said, taking a bow. He looked slightly drunk – about as drunk as Kathy felt. "Now, my dear, would you care to join me in some sunbathing?"

He snatched a large beach blanket off the patio table and spread it on the grass in the sunshine.

"Well, I don't know," Kathy said, shocked as the man peeled off his swim trunks with his back to her and flopped face-down onto the blanket.

"Feels wonderful," Fred Chapman said. "Of course, I'm not going to force you if you'd rather not."

He laid his head on his forearms as if he was going to doze off.

Kathy gulped down the rest of her drink, her eyes on Fred Chapman's muscled body. The alcohol made her feel reckless. Standing, she reached up under her skirt and peeled off her panties. They were moist in the crotch, and she realized her pussy was already getting greasy between the lips. Her dress came off over her head and her tits jiggled free in the sunshine. A moment later she was lying beside Fred Chapman on the blanket, her heart pounding madly.

He turned his head and looked at her. "Welcome to my private sunbathing spot, Mrs. Finn. Do you mind if I call you Kathy?"

"Go right ahead," Kathy said.

"And please call me Fred," the man said. He flipped over onto his back, and Kathy immediately saw his massive, throbbing erection. He covered his eyes with the back of his hand, as if to shadow them from the sun.

Kathy was trembling. The man's cock, though nowhere near as large as the cock of his son, was nevertheless huge. It was also uncut, and bulging with veins. His hairy balls resembled the balls of a bull. He spread his legs wider. His balls moved restlessly in their sac and his cock throbbed rhythmically against his abdomen, the head of it pecking at his navel.

Kathy felt daring.

"You want a blowjob?" she asked. The words flew from her mouth without a moment's thought or hesitation, set free by the alcohol in her blood. The moment she said, them, she felt like jumping up and running away.

"I'd love one," Fred Chapman said, and Kathy couldn't believe her ears.

She crawled between his legs. Her cunt throbbed, its soreness miraculously gone. She lay on her belly between his legs and began to lick his balls. They tasted musky and sweaty and their scent made her drunker than the alcohol had.

"You have such big balls," she said. "I love big, hairy balls."

Fred uncovered his eyes and looked down at her. He stroked her head. "You're my kind of woman, Kathy Finn."

He bent his cock up, away from his belly, and rubbed its lube-slick knob on her face. His foreskin was peeled back, and his naked cockhead glowed, searing Kathy's cheeks and nose. She groaned, nuzzling his cock up and down, nibbling it with her lips, lapping it with her dripping tongue.