The Terrible Oaths

Chapter 1

“Vanessa!” Stephen screamed, standing in front of his wardrobe, only a towel draped around his waist.

He had emerged from his shower and his housekeeper had not laid his dress on his bed as she was wont to. He was running late for a meeting, had no clue what to wear and to top it all, he was in his usual Monday morning grumpy mood. The sound of hurried footsteps on the staircase outside calmed his nerves a bit. The door opened and a petite Latina hurried in, a worried look darkening her cute features.

Stephen felt much more cheerful when she made her tidy appearance. She wore an apron over a full sleeved white blouse and toe length black skirt. She had been working in the kitchen and a cap covered her shoulder length black hair tied in a bun.

“I am so sorry Mr. Harvey,” Vanessa apologized as she selected his attire for the day from the wardrobe.

“Breakfast is ready,” she announced, handing him a white shirt and laying the rest of his costume on his bed, before rushing out.

Stephen dressed and walked down the stairs, his tie and coat in his hands. Vanessa was waiting at the landing. She took the tie and tied it around his neck, before helping him put on the coat. He then sat down for breakfast, looking at the bowl of cereals, jug of milk, and bananas with great distaste.

“I am sorry. No ham or eggs today,” Vanessa sympathized, reading his mind.

“I know,” he grumbled, remembering his doctor’s advice.

“Will send your lunch at one. And don’t forget Ben’s school function in the evening,” she reminded.

“Holy Christ! Don’t tell me it is today!” he groaned, remembering his promise to his ten year old son.

“It is. He reminded me again before leaving for school,” she giggled.

Stephen finished his breakfast in silence. Before leaving Vanessa made him take his vitamin tablets. Driving to office he pondered about his industrious housekeeper. She had been with the family since Benjamin’s birth, working as his nanny. After Ben’s mother met her tragic end in a car accident five years back, Vanessa had also doubled up as a housekeeper and cook. She had been such a beacon to both father and son providing emotional support as well as keeping their house and their lives in perfect order. Stephen knew that both of them depended upon her completely and he shuddered to think of life without her around.

It was a very happy father-son duo that returned home late that evening, laughing and chattering. Vanessa could not help smile when she saw Stephen so cheerful, compared to his petulant behavior in the morning. She served them dinner and enjoyed the banter between father and son as they ate. “Stephen really needs to spend more time with the boy, especially since he didn’t have a mother,” she reflected silently.

“Vanessa, I wish you had come also,” Ben told her when she was tucking him into bed.

“I was playing a prince. You would have enjoyed it,” he insisted.

“I am sure I would have honey,” she smiled, before kissing him goodnight.

Vanessa Cordova genuinely cared for the Harveys. She had spent such a long time with them; they had come to mean much more than employers. They treated her like family, and she also reciprocated likewise. Not only was she meticulous and diligent, but full of warmth, care and concern for their well being and happiness. She nurtured Ben like only a mother could.

Stephen tossed about on his bed. He had been fiercely loyal to his wife Kate and ever since she had passed away, save for one stray incident, had not had any woman. His abstinence manifested as insomnia. He had promised his dead wife’s soul that there would never again be any woman in his life. It would be his tribute to her and an assurance that his son would always have his undivided attention. But even his staunchest self denial and austere ascetism proved to be a fragile defence against Cupid’s arrow when it struck. It pierced his heart and made it bleed incessantly, every living moment.

He regretted that his rational mind had yielded to his heart, contrary to his solemn oath upon his spouse’s grave. Indecision had clouded his reason resulting into pusillanimity and he could not bring himself to profess his love to the object of his worship. He had only one course left. Fantasizing about her, he released his distended arousal and began to caress it, visualizing her naked body. He brought himself to a satisfying climax, dreaming that the sweet and gentle Vanessa Cordova was making passionate love to him.

In another room in the same house Vanessa was standing under the shower. Her body yearned to be touched and pampered. She closed her eyes and dreamt of the only man in her life, the father of her son. Her hand moved by instinct to her dripping womanhood between her legs, before plunging a finger inside. Her groping fingers located her love bud and rubbed it gently causing a very pleasing friction. She continued pleasuring till she also reached a calming orgasm.

Chapter 2

Vanessa used to stay in the Harveys’ villa from Monday till Friday evening, when she used to visit her lover. Stephen had never met him, but he knew that he had come into Vanessa’s life some three years back. Vanessa had been to Mexico to take care of her ill mother. She had been away for 6 months, leaving her cousin to care of father and son. When she returned, she was glowing. She had informed Stephen that she had found someone in her life and that the guy had found a job in the same city. Ever since, weekends were reserved strictly for trysts with him.

That Friday evening, Stephen returned to an empty house. Ben would be spending the weekend with his friend. Vanessa, off course, was with her lover. Stephen was surprised at the way he felt. His heart swarmed with jealousy and bitterness for his rival. Rival! The thought shocked him. “How could I stoop so low?” he wondered. “Vanessa loves him, and I should be happy for her,” he reasoned.

But the heart is a poor listener with a proclivity for indiscipline. If not curbed, it is notorious for taking charge of the mind in pursuit of activities motivated by envy and desire. The same happened in Stephen’s case and led him to Vanessa’s room. It was neat and tidy. He opened her wardrobe. The sight of her dresses and uniforms hanging there filled him with longing. He touched them gently, wishing that he were touching the pretty woman who wore them instead.

He opened the drawers inside the wardrobe. The sight of her lingerie there aroused him. He caressed her panties and bras, desiring to feel what they concealed. He felt something hard beneath the lingerie. He let out a deep breath when he reached below and pulled out a photo album. He would be able to see Vanessa’s lover. Stephen’s heart filled with regret. Only if he would have opened his heart to her before she had left for Mexico. Perhaps, she would have been his today.

He took a chair and started turning the pages of the album. He saw some pictures of her house in Mexico and of her mother. He knew her because she had visited them sometimes. But he did not come across any picture yet of a lover. He came across a photo of Vanessa holding a baby. He wondered who it was. There were more pictures of Vanessa with the infant, who, as the later pictures revealed was a boy. He reached the end of the album, seeing only more pictures of Vanessa with the boy. Something about the child struck Stephen as odd. He seemed to have seen him somewhere, but could not place it.

He was now intrigued. Why did the album have no picture of her lover? And who was the child? Strange that Vanessa had not mentioned anything about him. He had to find out. He went to his study and pulled out her personal folder. He noted the address mentioned there. It being already quite dark, he decided to visit her house the next morning.

Stephen could not catch even a wink of sleep that night. Strange fears clouded his mind, and the photo of that child haunted him. Who was he? Why did he look familiar? And how did the album not have even one photo of Vanessa with a boyfriend? Who was her mysterious lover? He wondered the whole night and was glad when it ended. Early morning found him driving towards the address mentioned in her records. He had no clue what to do once he reached her house or for that matter why was he even going there. After all, what business did he have with his housekeeper’s personal life? But his mind refused to heed.

Half an hour’s driving took him to the address he was looking for. Vanessa’s car was standing in the driveway, meaning she was at home. She should have been with her boyfriend or maybe he was here. But then why was there no second car? His mind battled. He parked some distance away, thinking of what excuse to give before knocking her door. Suddenly he got an idea. He opened the glove compartment and took out some medicines which he always kept there. He parked the car much closer to her home now, stepped out and walking up to her house, knocked tentatively.

The door was opened by Vanessa’s mom. He was surprised as she was not well and was supposed to be in Mexico. At least, that is what Vanessa had been telling him ever since she had returned from Mexico. Vanessa’s mom was equally astonished to find her daughter’s employer at her doorstep.

“Good morning, Mr. Harvey,” she stuttered, the color draining from her face.

Stephen could detect her discomfiture on seeing him.

“Good morning, Mrs. Cordova. When did you come?” he enquired.

She didn’t reply, and instead continued to stare at him, making him shuffle his feet.

“Is Vanessa home? I misplaced the prescription and wish to know when to take these medicines,” he asked, feigning ignorance and showing her the pills in his hand.

“Who is it mama?” Vanessa had appeared at the doorstep behind her mother, holding her son in her arms.

She gaped at Stephen in the doorway. “What are you doing here Mr. Harvey?” she exclaimed in dismay.

Stephen was speechless, his gaze transfixed upon the child's face. It was now clear why that face had haunted him so much the whole night. Tears welled up in his eyes, as he turned and walked away. There was no need for anyone to tell him that the woman he loved was the boy’s mother.

Chapter 3

Vanessa watched stupefied as Stephen walked to his car and drove away. She put her son down.

“Mama, I have to go. Please take care of Vincent,” she pleaded.

“Where to?” her mother arched her eyebrows.

“I have to meet him. He is so hurt,” she replied softly, her eyes moist.

“What will you do now Vanessa? I had always warned you that it will come to this,” her mother reminded, worried about how her daughter was going to cope with this precarious situation.

“I know mama. It is entirely my fault,” she admitted, starting to sob.

The old lady pulled her daughter close, who was now crying disconsolately. Seeing his mother in such a state, little Vincent started howling. His granny led both mother and son to the living room and seated them.

It was late in the evening when Vanessa could finally gather herself and drive down to her employer’s house. The house was dark, when she walked in. She switched on the lights in the living room, and found him sitting on the sofa. Her heart filled with remorse when she saw the usually impeccably dressed Stephen Harvey in such a disheveled state. His crumpled shirt, a half empty bottle of whisky on the table in front, and the innumerable cigarette stubs in the ashtray was enough to overwhelm her fragile show of emotional stability.

Stephen turned towards the sniffing sound in the room to see the object of his adoration weeping. Her pitiable condition was no better than his.

“Come here,” he requested, patting the sofa next to him.

She sat down next to him. Tears were flowing down her eyes in a torrent.

“I am sorry Mr. Harvey. I never told you about my son Vincent,” she managed between her sobs

Stephen’s rigid defences crumbled in face of his sweetheart’s proximity. He held her face in his palms and raising it gently lowered his mouth to her lips. Her relentless tears did nothing to prevent her lover from gaining access to the sweet flavors of her mouth. He kissed passionately, his tongue sliding between her lips and exploring inside.

Her lover’s bold move made Vanessa’s heart flutter with affectionate emotions. She flung her arms around his neck and her mouth and tongue responded with gumption to Stephen’s hot kiss. After what seemed an eternity, he finally released her. Getting up from the sofa, he held her hands and raised her to her feet. Holding hands they both walked up to his bedroom. Once inside, Stephen drew Vanessa towards him. She melted in his arms and offered her luscious lips to him. Their mouths locked in a fierce embrace.

They undressed each other in a hurry. He fumbled with the buttons of her blouse and the hooks of her skirt, bringing a smile to her lips. Her amusement was not lost on him.

“What’s so funny,” he asked agitatedly, standing in only his underpants where an encouraging lump had formed at the front.

In response she caught his hands and guided him, till she was reduced only to her bra and panty. There was no stopping him now and his arms reached behind her back and unclasping her bra, cast it aside. He gasped on seeing her shapely, brown treasures. Cupping each in either hand, he squeezed gently, feeling their fleshy softness and massaging the dark nipples between his fingers, making her moan.

She released herself and stepped away. Slipping her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties, she bent and glided them down her smooth legs. She stepped away from her panties which lay on the floor and approached him. Kneeling down, she pulled down his underpants, releasing his rigid shift. She stroked it a few times, before putting guiding it into her throat. He closed his eyes, reveling in the delirious sensations induced on his rod by her tongue, while her fingers teased his sacs.

When he opened his eyes, their gazes locked. The sight of his manhood clasped between her red lips drove him to the edge, making him empty his seed into her eager mouth. She gobbled every single drop, before wiping his tool clean with her tongue. Raising her, he led her to the bed and laid her on it. He moved between her legs, inhaling the heady smell of her arousal. Locking his mouth to her plump and bald nether lips, he slid his tongue inside, producing perfect friction on her love bud. She moaned and screamed till her body shuddered with an explosive orgasm drenching his face with her creamy spends.

The intensity of her orgasm heightened his libido, swelling his flaccid cock. He brought it to her mouth. A few delicious flicks of her proficient tongue engendered a highly salubrious effect on the length and girth of his raging tool. His desire had reached melting point and he wasted no time in mounting her and positioning his erect tool at her pussy.

Clutching it in her hand, she stroked it in her palm, before lodging the thick, bulbous head inside her love canal. He now arched his pelvis and was immensely grateful when his cock penetrated her pussy with ease, aided by her wet arousal. They like that for some time, their bodies coupled, while their mouths joined. She began to sway her butt, stimulating his cock, urging him on to commence a most delightful coition.

His hips moved back and forth like a steam engine. He had always been an expert lover, and lack of practice had not dimmed his skills in any way. He rotated his ass, his engorged hardness stretching her pussy nicely, and making her aware of hitherto unknown pleasure spots inside her love tube.
They copulated for a long time. He treated her body like a virtuoso playing violin. He brought her to countless orgasms but was able to hold his back. It helped that he had come so heavily in her mouth. He would pull his tool out till only the tip remained lodged inside, before pushing it back again into her depths with a rotating action, driving her crazy with pleasure.

Finally he withdrew his tool and lay on his back. His nose imbibed deeply the inebriating aromas of her sexual releases. It made his head go wild. He pulled her on top of him. She caught his erection and jabbed it inside her greedy pussy, before it disappeared inside the welcome dampness. He cupped her breasts and her ass cheeks alternately, squeezing and fondling them.

Balancing herself by resting her palms on the bed, Vanessa bobbled up and down on Stephen’s cock with unbridled energy and enthusiasm, while her face unabashedly exhibited her intense physical fulfillment. Her exquisite performance delighted him, making her truly the Goddess of his heart. Her pussy seemed to have a mind and life of its own, squeezing and biting his hardness with aplomb and bathing it with creamy showers. His orgasm when it happened was explosive and he erupted within her depths, flooding it with his abundant ejaculations. She climaxed one more time, before collapsing upon him.

Chapter 4

They both wallowed in the afterglow of their lovemaking, their desires temporarily soothed. They held each other, occasionally kissing, their bodies in constant communion.

“Vanessa,” he finally found his voice.

She was lying on top of him. She didn’t raise her head from his chest. His voice had such finality, that she knew that he was leading her into the conversation she had been dreading for the last three years.

“Why did you hide it from me?” he asked. The calmness in his voice soothed his nerves.

“About what?” she asked innocently, knowing very well what.

“Your mom was never ill. You never went to Mexico to tend to her,” he continued, caressing her head.

“You excused yourself to give birth to your child in secret.” His voice choked with emotion.

“Our child!” he finally announced, making her wince, as her mind went back to her most cherished experience, at least till today.

She had emerged out of her shower, when he had entered her room, enquiring about Ben. He had not had any woman ever since his wife had passed away, and the sight of this pretty woman’s nude body clouded his reasoning with lust. He had pulled her into his arms and had made passionate love. Later, he had cried in her lap with regret, begging her to forgive him. As far as she was concerned, there was no question of pardoning him. His love making was so intense, that she had fallen in love. They had never discussed that incident further, and their relationship remained as professional as ever. Only on the surface though, because secretly they had both fallen head over heels in love with each other. When she had discovered that she was pregnant with his baby, she was shocked at first, which soon turned to happiness. Ignoring her mother’s advice she had decided to give birth to her beloved’s child.

Finally, she raised her pretty head. He stroked her lustrous black hair that fell carelessly over her shoulders, pained deeply by the redness in her eyes
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“I love you Vanessa,” he admitted at last, his voice tinged with feelings and emotions. “I have always loved you since that day,” he went on.

“I love you too Mr. Harvey,” she kissed him.

“If you did, you would call me Stephen,” he teased.

“I love you Stephen,” she blushed, making his heart beat faster.

“Why did you never tell me?” he asked.

“Did you?” she retorted, with a spirited nod of her head, shaking her black hair that looked so alluring on her smooth and glowing bare shoulders.

“No, I didn’t,” he lamented.

“I was torn between my oath to my dead wife and my love for you. Believe me Vanessa; I have suffered deeply as well. I was so jealous of your lover,” he regretted.

“So have I. You think it was easy for me to work for a man who made my heart skip every time I saw him, knowing that he would never be mine?” she replied.

“I had promised to Mrs. Harvey that I would forever stand by Ben’s side and protect him. How could I betray her?” she continued.

“And so you buried your feelings?” he completed.

Keeping her silence, she again lowered her dainty head on his chest. He pulled her in a warm embrace, knowing how right she was. He regretted not being able to see through her love which was hidden in all her small acts of affection. Fussing over his health, deciding what he should wear, reminding him of his pills. He had misunderstood her love for professionalism.

“But why did you not tell me about Vincent?” he insisted, breaking the silence.

“You were already passing through such a difficult time. I didn’t want to add to your worries,” she explained.

“Besides please do not trouble yourself. I want you to know that I did not suffer at all. I consider myself blessed that I was able to bear the child of the man I loved. I didn’t want anything from him,” she was finally able to speak out.

This emphatic announcement moved him. Laying her on her back, he gazed into her eyes, finding unabashed love and admiration in his feisty Latina’s eyes. She flung her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Their mouths locked, as she clawed his back and he stroked her hair. He didn’t even realize it, when she pulled him on top of her, and guided his engorged cock once again into her eager pussy. They both moaned and panted, their hips thrashing, till they were both spent.

They held each other in a tender embrace, their bodies deriving immense comfort from their closeness and warmth, washing away partly the regret they felt about suppressing their feelings for so long.

“We were both wrong Vanessa. Life is too precious to be wasted in only mourning about them who have passed away. I will always love Kate, but you are my reality now. I am sure Kate’s soul will be happy for us. And you have always loved Ben like your own child.”

“Will you marry me Vanessa?” he beseeched.

“If you want,” she accepted, tears flowing down her eyes.

“Off course, I do,” he kissed her tears.

“Will Ben accept me as his mother?” she expressed concern.

“We will have to work upon both Vincent and him. I am sure that if we are patient, they will come around,” he assured, taking her in his arms.

She nodded her head in assent, before rewarding him with an affectionate kiss.

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