A Stroll through the garden

You take the gate to the side to leave Morgane, that leads to steps down to the top terrace of the back garden.

The top terrace is split in two by the extension. You need to walk the western lawn to reach steps up to the patio and the back entrance of the house. This lawn is overlooked by the gym.

Through the floor to ceiling windows, you can see Anna exercising on one of the treadmills. She’s wearing a tight grey top, which is only slightly more than a sports bra, and a matching pair of equally skimpy shorts. She’s got her headphones in and has her eyes focussed on her steps. Anna is one of those who spends a lot of time in the gym, especially the treadmills. In the exercise competition she’s normally one of the top competitors. You can’t help but stop and stare at her. The clothing leaves little to the imagination, not that you need imagination, just memory. Anna was the first girl who joined the household, and you spent three very pleasant weeks fucking the living daylights out of her. In the end you had to expand your harem or condemn her to a life of addled bliss recovering from her last copulation.

You stand there watching, admiring the way her smooth legs work, and the way her breasts move under the tight confines of her clothes, the way her shorts hug her tight ass, before she realises, you’re watching her. The moment she recognises you a big smile crosses her face. She waves. You wave back. She blows you a kiss. You blow her one back. She beckons for you to join her. You shake your head. You don’t have time, and you’ve only just fucked Morgane. Plus you’ve fucked Anna on the treadmill in the past and found it challenging. She makes a display of being disappointed, but you blow her another kiss and turn back to the garden.

At the end of the gym are steps up to the patio and the rear entrance of the house. But you spot motion in the middle terrace and decide to investigate. The middle terrace is screened from the top terrace by a few bushes, but at the western end these bushes are split by an arch of roses and four steps down.

The movement is Sarka. Not surprising. She is the household’s gardener after all. The middle terrace has been her principal focus since she joined. She’s converted the beds here for vegetables and fruit. The opportunity to grow some of your own food couldn’t be missed. She’s currently clearing a patch of ground, which she stops as soon as she sees you approaching.

“Hi, you look messy,” she says. “Been having fun?”

“I was helping Morgane wash the Bentley. What are you doing?”

“This is where the greenhouse is going. Just preparing the ground for it.”

“That’s being delivered next week, isn’t it?”

“That and the new shed.” Her head gestures to the other end of the beds where the original shed sits. It’s old, ramshackled and not big enough for her plans.

“You’ve informed Lucy that you’ll need help next week putting them up?”

“Yes, I’ve asked for Morgane and anyone else who’s free.” Morgane is the most practical of the girls and the strongest.

“Anyone except Gloria,” you joke. Gloria is a liability when it comes to practical things. She has a sharp mind, but fumbling hands.

“Anyone except Gloria,” Sarka agrees, chuckling at the statement. She looks up at you. “Are you here to reward me for helping Melody yesterday?”

“Now aren’t you greedy. If I remember rightly, you’re on Night Duty tonight. So, no. I saw you here and thought I’d see what you’re up to. But don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten you helped Melody. You’ll probably have to wait until next week for the reward, but you’ll get it.”

You wink at her, and she blushes. You both know the reward she wants, which is the reward you’re planning to give her.

“Well, I’ll leave you to your work. I’m looking forward to tonight.” You pull her in and give her a long kiss, enjoying the feeling of her body pressed against you. When you let go, she staggers but stays standing. Then you turn and walk back up the garden. You glance back to see she’s still watching you.

This time you take the steps up to the patio. The end of the patio juts out into the garden and is the only part of the patio that gets the sun the entire day. Lying on her front on a sunbed is Sybil. She’s wearing a bikini although she’s unhooked her bikini top to get a smooth suntan on her back. She’s reading a magazine, although she stops and looks up as you appear.

“Finished helping Morgane wash the cars?” she asks on seeing you.

“Helping or hindering.”

“Whatever you did, I’m sure she didn’t object. By the look of you I’m guessing she absolutely loved it.”

“You could say that. Gloria and Belka watched. I’m surprised you didn’t join them.”

She smiles at that.

“What’s the point watching you with another woman if I’m not getting involved? Get me all worked up and then no reward.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“I can’t agree or disagree with that. I don’t know what it means.”

“Look it up,” you tell her and lean down to kiss her forehead. She raises her whole body from the bed to accept the kiss, leaving the bikini top behind, and revealing her breasts. You can’t help but reach out and give one of them a squeeze.

“This is a dress violation,” you tell her. The girls are not allowed to wander the communal areas of the house naked, or half-naked. They must be fully dressed. The patio is part of the communal area.

“Sorry, forgot,” she replies, giving you big puppy-dog eyes.

As if. Sybil knew precisely what she was doing. You know that, because Sybil is always exploring the boundaries of the rules, trying to bend them, trying to make them sexier. She was the one who came up with the idea that wearing skirts with no knickers didn’t break the communal area dress rules. She’s always trying to see how little she can wear and get away with it. All in an effort to drive you into a lust that can only be satisfied with her sweet, sweet pussy.

“Was Morgane following dress rules while you were with her?”

“When I arrived, yes. When I left, yes.”

“In between?” Sybil has a very sexy smirk on her face.

“In between I was in control.” Like all the rules in the house you can break them. You were the one who pulled down Morgane’s shorts and lifted up her t-shirt. So that wasn’t her violation. There’s only one rule in the house you won’t break; you won’t have sex in the kitchen, the lounge or the main office. Every other room is fair game.

“It’s not like her outfit would be see through when it’s wet.”

“She’s wearing it, that’s all that matters.”

“So I could wear a similar outfit?”

“As long as I decide when it gets wet. And there has to be a good reason, like washing cars. Now either put your top back on or lie down.”

You remove your hand from her breasts and place it on her back, gently pushing her down. She pouts. Then one of her hands reaches out to your groin. Despite the recent sex, it’s stirring back to life. You carefully guide her hand away.

“I have work to do.” You quickly walk away. Sometimes it’s hard to do that. Sybil is one of those girls who appears to be permanently horny. And she knows you’re the only guy who can satisfy her. Her teasing is enjoyable, but you do wish she’d tone it down sometimes.

You shake your head and pass through the kitchen and up the back stairs to your dressing area, so you can get changed.