The evening after the beach volleyball game.
"There's Mommy. Wave at her, Grace. Let's blow Mommy a big kiss."
Willa Pryce held the 8 month old infant in her lap dressed all in frilly pink and ribbons. Helpful hand gestures made her Mother's day.
"My beautiful daughter has taken to her new Nanny quite well. I'm impressed. Thank you Willa."
"She's a blast. And, no I don't want kids of my own before you say I'm a natural Motherly type." She chuckles.
"It never crossed my mind." Claire Benson told her with a sly grin, while sitting on her bed in some extravagant hotel room.
As Grace opts to become fussy her Father Nick times his entrance through the garage.
"Lookie Grace, Daddy's home." Willa looks up from the sofa.
"There's my girl's." He hurriedly drops his dangling leather shoulder bag on the loveseat. He then scoots in beside Willa to claim his daughter, pelting her with hugs and kisses. The child's fussing led to her drifting off very quickly.
"Someone's bedtime, I think." Willa reaches to reclaim her. Instead Nick refrains.
"I'll put her down. Entertain my loving wife a few moments longer and I'll return." He then turns his back to the camera whispering to Willa, "Let's not worry Claire about Jesse's expulsion from school while I'm away. She has enough to contend with overseas."
Willa understands and keeps her expression minimal.
Turning back toward Claire Nick puckers up and literally kisses the laptop monitor used to Skype with his wife.
"Hurry back my love. I've missed you." Claire warmly curls up in her bathrobe.
Once Nick disappears, Willa leans forward with her elbows on her legs, arms crossed.
"Claire? We haven't had a chance to speak since you left for Israel. I need to get some things off my chest."
"Alright. Speak openly. I'm listening."
"I've probably gone over the top with your inspiration request. Well, order. Nick tells me you are fine with anything I do but I hope you know I adore you. I would die if I offended you."
"Are you afraid I might object to certain things?"
"Yes. Our chapter readings have gone a little far."
"Calm yourself, Willa. You have my full permission to do whatever Nick wants of you. Even sex. I understand my husband and his needs."
"But, what if I start liking it a little too much?"
Claire giggles, "As long as you understand who you work for and separate it from your own personal interests. Nick will never abandon me, nor I him."
"Oh, I wasn't trying to sound like I want to steal Nick from you. Hardly. I'm just saying his actions could easily mold me into a nympho."
A pressed smile Claire leans forward, "That is your decision young lady."
Willa fidgets her lips, "Yeah. I really never imagined myself like this. It's kind of spooky. I just pray my parents never discover this change in me."
"Hide it well. Enjoy yourself, Willa. You're young and full of life. A grown woman standing on her own terms."
Willa chuckles, "That wouldn't be what Dorian would say."
Claire fans herself with her hand, "I suppose you're right."
As if on cue, Nick returns resting a pink baby monitor on the sofa beside his bag. He then rejoins the Skype session.
"How goes the Tel Aviv conference?" Nick raises a brow.
"Long. Boring. Fruitful. Lonely. I miss my husband in bed with me."
Willa feels like a third wheel, "I should leave you two alone."
Claire quickly responds, "NO! Please stay. Inspiration Willa."
"Okay." Willa is taken back, puckering nervously.
"Nickolas? I have a present for you if you so desire it." Claire bats her eyelashes.
"Oh? Is it under that burdening robe of yours?"
She sighs, "Of course. However there is more to it. You know very well that I do my best to inspire you. Although you have Willa while I'm abroad, I always think of your needs. I have been horny for days now thinking of you making love to me. Obviously we cannot do that, so I decided to improvise."
Nick rubs his goatee curiously, "How so?"
"Well? If you will hold on for one moment I'll show you." Claire in turn gets up from the bed and evades the camera long enough to answer a door to an adjoining room. Within minutes she returns hand in hand with a dashing Israeli man who looked strikingly similar to Nick.
"Nick? This is "Sayad"."
The man smugly nods at the camera looking at his twin.
Nick sits without expression. This made Willa even more nervous.
"Should I go?" Willa whispers.
Nick reaches over with his left hand and holds the Nanny's wrist.
"His back must be facing me at all times. If you intend for me to imagine that he is me."
"Of course. Shall we continue with your blessing?" Claire enquires.
"Proceed."
Nick and Willa observe Claire stand up in front of Sayad, her back to the camera. She unties her robe and drops its to the bedroom floor. Claire then proceeds to lean over and undress Sayad.
Within minutes she has him completely naked. Nudging him to lay back she straddles him and crawls into his arms embrace. Kissing became intense.
"Wow!" Willa barely mutters aloud.
For long moments Nick watches silently as Sayad lets his hand reach under Claire to line his cock up for penetration. Nick snarls as he sees the man's erection vanish slowly up inside of Claire. He could hear his wife moan.
A few minutes more of their actions led Nick to drag Willa to her feet. In her thin white mini dress she felt Nick's hand slide up her leg until he palmed her ass. Without panties it was easier for him to graze her pussy from behind.
Willa swallowed hard then used her hands to lift her dress up and off of her lithe body. She had no bra on either, leaving her nude.
Nick's eyes never once left the monitor as he glued his emotions toward Claire and Sayad's fevered display. Willa took it upon herself to crouch at an angle to remove Nick's shoes. This led to unbuckling his belt and relieving him of his pants.
