Anne, a famous day time talk show host and wife of prime time, ultra famous television actor, Ryan, had just left with their four kids to attend a wedding for a week. After stealing a dirty secret with Rachel, the family nanny, that she had harbored for years, she was gone. Even when Anne was eating Rachel's delicate, shaved pussy, she never revealed to her that several months ago, she'd lured Ryan to her guest house in the back yard, where they'd fucked on her bed in the middle of the night.
Now with Anne and the kids out of the house, Ryan and Rachel spent almost no time finding themselves in bed together. Even after the first time he fucked her, they both realized Ryan had writing he needed to do for an entertainment magazine and Rachel had promised Anne that she'd make sure to keep Ryan fed and taken care of.
The night Anne left, once Ryan had finished writing his article for the night, he found Rachel in the kitchen. Dinner of perfectly cooked mushroom marsala was waiting for him, along with Rachel at the table, dressed only in a bra and panties and a single candle was lit at the center of the table.
She rushed him to the dining room, and even as she took him by the shoulders, the furthest thing from Ryan's mind was the food. Having spent himself on her only hours earlier, then his mind on a celebrity article he was writing, this beautiful vixen wasn't done teasing him.
Rachel sat him down where his plate was arranged pretty enough to be photographed. She poured two glasses of wine and with her own glass, she sat down to her own plate.
"Rachel, you really don't have to go through all this. Anne and the kids aren't going to be here for a week. You're practically on vacation. You could have ordered me a pizza and left me a note." Still, the sauce on each mushroom tasted absolutely perfect, and he found himself eating as he spoke. "You really can take a break from all of what you do."
"Shut up and eat." Rachel's tone more of exasperation than demanding. Since she moved into their household, she was injected to all parts of their lives, and it was always important that Rachel be trusted. Not once, was she ever put under question. She ran the household like a well oiled machine and never took shit from Anne or Ryan. She kept them level for the sake of the kids. She made sure the children felt safe when the press would do anything to get their lenses on them. Now, though, she had nowhere else to be. She was always grateful for having a yearly salary, and her room and board in their house or their guest house. Taking care of Ryan for a week, she was sure, would be a pure pleasure.
"I'm eating! Stop yelling at me!" Ryan chuckled into his glass of wine, then leaned to refill both glasses. "So, I have to ask, do you always cook dinner in your underwear, because Blake's going to be a teenager soon and... I don't know how I feel about this." Blake was their oldest son.
Rachel giggled, the wine already working its way into her brain. She had a tiny frame and it never took much alcohol to get her tipsy. "No. I just didn't bother getting completely dressed after we left the bedroom."
When dinner was completed, Rachel insisted that Ryan help her clear the table. "I make the kids do it, so now you get to. Quit being an asshole!"
Ryan whined something about how shouldn't have to be doing dishes anymore, but quickly stopped himself, and quickly stacked up the plates and brought them into the kitchen where Rachel was loading the dishwasher. "If it wasn't for you, my life would be that of complete selfishness."
"No, if it wasn't for your wife and kids, you'd be totally selfish. If it wasn't for me, you'd just be an asshole." Rachel smiled as she started the dishwasher and wiped her hands on a kitchen towel.
Ryan turned her around and kissed her deeply. "Then I guess I need all of you to keep me being this selfless, kind person that I am," he quipped with just the right amount of sarcasm.
At this, Ryan had pressed himself against Rachel's body, now pinned against the kitchen counter. Rachel could feel him already hardening, so to relieve this, she quickly unzipped his jeans and gave them a good tug downwards. Ryan unhooked Rachel's bra and hoisted her up onto the countertop. Rachel wriggled out of her panties while Ryan finished stepping out of his jeans and boxers.
When he moved toward her again, Rachel spread her legs and guided him into her already wet pussy, and as they began to move together, she peeled the t-shirt off over Ryan's head. Now they were both naked, and Ryan was pistoning in and out of Rachel as she rode his movements by reaching up for the shelves above her head, rocking her hips forward and down on his cock.
After several minutes, they were both covered in sweat and Ryan pulled himself out of her. He picked her up in his arms, seeing already that she was physically exhausted and took her to the dining room table and laid her down. He kissed the lips of her pussy gently before he climbed on top of her and entered her again. This time she took him in more lithe and smooth. She rolled her hips up against each of his thrusts like a trained belly dancer and draped her arms around his body.
Ryan whispered softly in Rachel's ear, "Kiss me when you come."
She whimpered her response and after many sharp breaths and audible gasps she lifted her head and pressed her mouth to Ryan's as her muscles tensed around him.
Ryan, driven over the edge by this, began shooting waves into her while grunting into her mouth as they came together. Finally, Ryan collapsed in a heap of flesh on top of Rachel and there they lay for some time.
In fact, Ryan wasn't aware at all how much time had passed because he wondered if he hadn't fallen asleep while laying on Rachel, who, though not protesting, was still struggling for air with the weight of his body on top of hers.
He quickly climbed off the table, apologizing.
"It's okay. We're both just tired. It's been a long day for us." Rachel said this thinking about the fact that she had not only fucked Ryan in three places in the house, but also had her pussy eaten by his wife before she left.
"Come sleep with me." Ryan took Rachel by the hand and began lazily leading her to master bedroom.
Rachel hesitated, "Isn't that going a little far?"
"What, it's okay to have sex on the kitchen table, but sleeping in my bed is off limits?"
She hated it when he outwitted her. "It just seems like spending the night together is... somehow different."
Ryan continued leading Rachel to the bedroom. "You've lived in this house... almost five years now? All you're doing is sleeping in a different room for once."
In short, Ryan wasn't going to take no for an answer, and Rachel was far too exhausted to match wits with him.
In the morning, Rachel jumped at the sight of the clock, seeing that it was almost 5. Normally, Anne was awake and ready to leave the house by 5:30. Rachel tried to be up and ready to help see Anne off for work. She was also started by her surroundings. The bed was so lush and she was comfortable. And next to her was Ryan, naked and deep in slumber.
She was torn. She felt like she should stay in bed and sleep until she felt rested, but part of her worried that if Ryan found her there, he'd regret bringing her there, and if things ever became awkward in the house, she knew she'd lose her job.
She looked longingly at Ryan. She wanted to touch him, wake him, stroke his cock until it was hard and take him, but she knew he had to work that day, and he'd have no shorter than an 11 hour day, so she let him sleep. With her final decision made, she climbed out of bed and began making her way to the door, realizing her clothes were somewhere in the room still. It was only her bra and panties that remained in the kitchen. She successfully found her shirt and went rummaging for her jeans when she misguided herself into the side of the entertainment center, unable to contain a particularly loud expletive of pain.
Ryan sprung up immediately, and squinting, he found Rachel on her knees in the front of the bedroom.
"Rachel? What happened? What are you doing up so early?"
"I kicked your fucking furniture looking for my clothes. And I'm not up early. I should have been up a long time ago. At least if Anne were here, but I
