Daddy's Home

Joe was tired from travelling, but excited to get home. He’d been on the road for a week, visiting his in-laws with his lovely wife Samantha, but when his daughter Nicole texted and said that she was going to be coming home from school early, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity. When was the last time he had both Nicole and Jon under one roof?

And so he’d kissed Samantha goodbye and headed home for a few days. The vacation had been planned to last another week, but Joe could spend a few days at home then return to finish his time with his wife. It was win-win.

“Kids!” Joe called as he swung the front door open and stepped inside, “Jon? Nicole? Are you home?”

There was no answer from his children, not a huge surprise. They were, after all, young, and prone to impromptu adventure. Both had social lives, and it would be unreasonable for Joe to expect them to be around for his unannounced return.

But while his two children did not answer him, that didn’t mean that nobody did.

“I’m in the kitchen!” a clear, sing-song unfamiliar voice called to him. It sounded friendly, but while it was certainly distinct, he was sure that he had never heard it before.

And so, after depositing his bags at the bottom of the stairs, Joe walked into the kitchen to see who awaited him. What he was was so far from what he had expected.

There, at the sink doing dishes, was a practically naked woman, wearing only heels, an apron, and some sort of collar around her neck.

“Um, excuse me,” Joe said, “who are you and why are you in my house.”

“I’m doing the dishes, silly!” The woman said, turning and wiping her hands on her apron. As she faced him, Joe could see that the apron she was wearing said the words, USE ME in big block letters. “I’m Kelli!”

The woman left the sink and made her way toward Joe, her right hand extended for a handshake.

So shocked was Joe by the image of this woman that he nearly raised his hand to greet her. Instead he watched as she considered the hand held outstretched. Pouted for a moment, then shrugged.

“That still doesn’t answer my question, Kelli,” Joe responded, “who are you and why are you here? Do I need to call the police?”

“Don’t be silly,” Kelli turned to return to the sink, wagging her behind at Joe, “I’m friends with Jon and Nicole. They had to go out, but said you might need some help around here, and I’m always up for helping.”

Joe was awash with feeling. Relief that this strange woman wasn’t a crazy person who had broken into his home, while at the same time worried that his wife might walk in on him in the kitchen with a practically naked woman. But most of all, now that his panic had been addressed, Joe felt aroused. There was something about this woman, this Kelli, besides her obviously physically attractive features, that was holding his attention, titillating his senses. He watched her as she happily rinsed off a frying pan that she just washed, her rear end exposed to the elements, and felt butterflies in his stomach, like he did when years ago he was a hormonal teenager watching girls in his class.

Stop it, he told himself, You're a grown man, a husband, a father! You can't just go around staring at the naked ass of a young woman, no matter how sexy it is.

"Honestly, I'm glad you came," Kelli continued, putting a frying pan on the drying rack, pulling the plug out of the sink, and wiping her hands on her apron, "It was getting a bit lonely here with Nicole and Jon gone. I love to be helpful, but it's so much better when you've got company."

"Maybe I should go," Joe said, swallowing hard, "I'll leave you to it."

"Nonsense!" Kelli said, crossing the floor toward Joe, "Now that I have you, I'm never letting you go. Now, let's see," she held up her left hand, balled in a fist, "Dishes are done," she used the right index finger to unfold one finger on the left hand counting the chore, "trash has been taken out," another finger unfurled, "carpet vacuumed," yet another finger, "next I think is laundry."

Kelli stepped right up to Joe and, reaching up, began to undo the buttons on his shirt.

"Whoa," Joe jumped back, "Wait a minute. I'm a married man!"

"Good for you," Keli smiled, "but that doesn't change the fact that I've got to get you out of these dirty clothes. Now hold still." Kelli reached up with one hand and deftly unfastened a shirt button, while wrapping the other behind Joe's neck to hold him steady. It was that hand, the one on his neck, that suddenly grew warm, distractingly warm, enticingly warm.... he found himself momentarily lost in the sensation... drifting...

His underwear slid down his legs, joining his pants and shirt, leaving him naked. When had that happened? What had he been thinking about? He looked around, his eyes coming into focus. Kelli. Yes, that was her name. She was on her knees in front of him, gathering up his clothes, his dirty clothes. She was so helpful. He was so very glad that she was in the house with him. Such a nice woman. So kind. So hot.

So hot.

So very very hot.

Joe could feel the arousal growing in his loins, a hungry desire that looked at Kelli like something he must have. His cock began to grow, reaching toward Kelli's succulent lips, so close that he could feel her breath.

"Oh my!" Kelli said in a beautiful voice, "What do we have here? Maybe I should put off the laundry for a few minutes. It looks like I've found something you had hidden in your pants down here, and it needs taking care of. I'm not exactly sure what it is, but I'm sure I can get it taken care of right away. You don't mind if I touch it, do you?"

Joe locked eyes with Kelli. Images of his wife, of his children, of their lives together flicked through his imagination, reminding him of everything he'd built over the years, of all the things he held dear. Joe was a man of moral conviction. He knew who he was, and he knew what was important. And so he looked in the face of that young trollop and told her exactly what she should do.

"Please," he begged, "touch it."