Not even a week into my new job as a part-time, live-in nanny, I'd been fucking the wife, Cathy, for three days, and had managed to seduce the husband, John, just last night. I was pretty sure I could have got him to 'cum' around sooner, except that he'd been out of town!
The next morning, I lay in bed until I heard the garage door opening, and John's car pulling out of the driveway. A moment later, I heard Cathy calling up the stairs.
"Christie? Are you awake?"
I leapt out of bed, naked, and went flying down the stairs.
"Look at you, young lady! You didn't want to put on even a little clothing? What if John forgot his wallet or something?"
"Oh, God, Cathy, I just have to talk about last night. It was amazing – you wouldn't believe! I could have made him do anything!" I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her lips. She opened to me immediately, and we just kissed for the next few minutes, exploring each others mouths and bodies – her hands roving all over me as I struggled to pull her t-shirt over her head without breaking the kiss.
I'd never been attracted to women, but Cathy's Asian features, huge tits, world-class legs and waist-length black hair entrapped me the first time I saw her. Now, I couldn't get enough of her.
Finally, we broke long enough to get her shirt off, and she said: "Thank you, Christie. He came home so horny last night, that we had the best sex EVER. And if that wasn't enough, he fucked me just 10 minutes ago, and now his cum is dripping down my leg. Come and help me clean up!"
Giggling like a pair of grade-school girls, we ran hand-in-hand down the hall to her bedroom, where I threw her on her bed and dove into her muff. I licked the stream of cum from the inside of her thigh, then moved on to her pussy. Swirling my tongue around and around her outer lips, I cleaned off every trace of their combined juices, then I reached forward and spread her lips gently with the index fingers of both hands, and delicately dipped my tongue into her tunnel.
Cathy groaned with pleasure, and I lapped deeper. I'd tasted both Cathy and John before, and loved them both, but I was thrilled to find that their combined flavors made as much difference as blending Merlot and Cabernet to make a fine Bordeaux. [I study enology – I'm afraid I can't help using wine metaphors!] I raised my head and looked up at Cathy's face. She grinned at me, then took hold of both ears and forced my face back down to her pussy. I happily resumed my breakfast.
I ran my tongue the length of her slit, then deep into her vagina. I slurped and sucked, then pulled back and nibbled at her inner lips, then back again as deep as my tongue could reach. Cathy began to moan When I could no longer taste John's cum, only Cathy's free flowing honey, I pulled back a little and pulled on her clit with my lips, wrapping my tongue around it, then flicking across it. I felt the tremors building in her body, then her hips began to buck and I reached up to find her nipples and twisted them gently.
"Ohhhh. Christie, make me cum! Ahhhhhhhhh!"
She shuddered once more, and collapsed – literally drained, as I swallowed the last of her juice. I slid up to lie next to her and rested my head on her beautiful breasts.
"When do you have to leave for work?"
"I'm officially seeing my obstetrician, right now – so around 10:00."
Cathy was five months pregnant with her second child, so she could probably get away with that story pretty often – and if her co-workers thought she was seeing the OB rather often, they'd just be sympathetic to a mother having a difficult pregnancy.
"Oh, great! Thanks for the promotion – as far as I can tell you're doing fine. But I'm worried that you may not be getting enough sex, so I'll write you a prescription."
"Thank you, sweetheart. I appreciate your concern."
"That's DOCTOR sweetheart, please. Show some respect."
We laughed, and then she asked the question she'd been aching to have answered – "So what happened last night?"
"Well, I met him at the airport, and he tried to kiss my cheek, but I manoeuvred him into kissing me on the lips, and when I showed him how willing I was, it turned into a pretty steamy clench! So, it turned out that he just happens to be looking after a colleague's apartment, where I agreed to go with him – did you know about this place?"
"Sure. Erich is German, and still has projects going on back home, so he spends a lot of time back there."
"You don't think he's taking other women back there, do you?"
"No, I really believe you're the first woman he's tried to cheat with."
"Well, anyway, when we got to his car, he tried to slip his hand up my dress, and I told him he was a naughty boy, and Nanny might have to discipline him. You should have seen him light up! Did you really not know that he liked to be dominated?"
"Cross my heart, I had no idea!'
"As soon as we were in the apartment, I made him give me his belt and strip – then when he just dropped his clothes on the floor, I called him a slob and strapped him with his own belt. I took him to the bedroom, tied him to the bed, and came all over him – but I wouldn't let HIM cum! I told him I was sending him home to you."
"You primed his pump beautifully, my dear! He was a little overexcited, and had an accident when we first started..."
"I know – I was sitting in the living room with a glass of wine, listening," I smirked.
"... but that meant that when I got him stiff again, he was able to do an especially good job. He was particularly attentive."
"So, can we keep him? Can we make him our sex slave?", I asked anxiously.
"A wise man once said, 'No man can serve two masters.' Strange as it may seem, at a time like this, it feels like a violation of my marriage vows. I didn't promise to "honor and obey", but neither did he. So, I'm afraid we can't, dear."
I must have looked like somebody had just kicked my dog, because she laughed and said: "but I don't mean you shouldn't, silly. I'm cool with you making him your slave, just as long as you remember that he's MY husband. It's a huge turn-on for me, and apparently for him. I just don't think I can bring myself to discipline him, myself ... except, of course, for the punishment he deserves for cheating on me!"
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! This is the bestest birthday present ever!"
"I thought your birthday was in February," she said, puzzled.
"It is! Thanks for giving me my present early!"
"You're welcome – there's something else I should be doing for you, too," and she started to stroke my pussy.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to just lay here like this until you have to go. I've had more sex in the last three days than in the entire last year, and I'm well sated. I'd just like to cuddle with the woman I love."
"I love you, too, sweetheart."
After a moment, I wondered: "You do appreciate the irony, I hope, of wanting to punish him for cheating on you, while we're lying here after I just finished eating you?"
"That's not the same thing at all! I always wanted us to share you, and he wanted you for himself."
