"Who wants to go with me?" Melissa, my mistress, asked my wife, Amber and her cousin Nathalie, our nanny, if they'd like to accompany her for a weekend of shopping in New York.
Nathalie (or "Nat") chimed in with an enthusiastic, "I do, I do!"
Amber also expressed interest in a quick jaunt to the Big Apple for some shopping!
It was settled. The three girls would take the weekend off from work and their family responsibilities to hit the salons and shops in New York. I would watch the kids and have some time alone with them.
We were all looking forward to our weekend festivities, when Murphy's Law hit us, square in the face!!!
Our son, Chris Jr. got the chicken pox! All of a sudden, Megan AND Nora BOTH got them, too!
Nat was beside herself with worry, thinking that I couldn't handle three little babies, all itching and scratching and crying like crazy! And, in truth, I couldn't. (Hey! I'm a guy! Whad'ja expect?)
The women all offered to stay home to help me with the kids. It was finally agreed upon that Nat would stay while Amber and Mel went and did their thing.
The weekend came and I could see the disappointment on poor Nat's face as the Airport Limo service came to pick up Amber and Mel from the guest house. (It was decided that Amber and Mel would stay in the guest house, as soon as the kids got sick, so they wouldn't spread the disease to everyone on the airplane.)
My poor little friend and I were stuck in a house full of screaming, crying, itchy toddlers.
OHHH, the calamine lotion was a'flowing that weekend, let me tell ya'!!!
We were almost drowning in it, when I had the idea to fill up the little bath-tub with the pink fluid... And I'll be darned if it didn't work, too!!!
Megan, Nora and baby Chris all started to calm down...finally. This gave Nat the chance to sit down and relax... Catch her breath... And think about what she was missing by staying here with us!
She started to cry...
I comforted Nat by putting my arm around her and giving her a big hug and a kiss on the forehead. This left a big lip print of calamine lotion on her face! I hadn't realized that the kids had splashed it on my face, too. But I realized now that we were both splotched all over with the stuff! We both looked in the bathroom mirror and laughed our asses off at the sight of two grown people who looked like they'd been run over by a leaky Pepto Bismol truck!!!
Once we'd finally calmed down, we decided to take a shower. We checked on the kids first, then stripped each other and climbed into the tub!
"AAHHHH! That feels SO GOOOD," we both sighed at the same time! As we scrubbed each other's back, front and face, we realized we were getting turned on by the hot, soapy water!
We started to hug and kiss each other, licking each other's face and neck.
Nat got down on her knees and took "Henry" between her lips. She sucked him all the way to the back of her throat, exciting the head with her tongue and lips!
I was getting very close to shooting a load of cum down my hot little friend's throat when we heard Nora crying!
"UHHHN!" was all I could say before I asked Nat to go check on our daughter. Nora was just hungry. Both babies were hungry, so, being the "Earth Mother," it was her duty to keep the babies happy and fed! I came in with baby Chris and set him in Nat's arms alongside Nora.
"I love watching this," I said to Nat.
"You love watching THIS?" Nat asked, incredulously.
"Yes," I said, "The intimacy that you mothers share with children. That's a bond--a closeness-- that we fathers will never know."
"Well, consider yourself lucky, Daddy," she said, looking at Nora, then Chris. "If not for the big breasts- which I might add, are not going to stay this big, 'cause as soon as the kids are weened, these'll return to their perky, little size- this gig would suck!"
"Really?" I asked. "I kinda' like you, all busty, like this."
"Oh? I always thought you liked small, pert and perky tits, like Amber's!"
"I do... I really do! But, I love your big gazongas," I kidded.
"GAZONGAS, are they?!" Nat's voice raised just a little bit. Not enough to wake the kids, who were finally sleeping, contentedly, but enough to let me know that I was "gonna get it" when we were alone!
Once the children were put to bed, Nat came into my bedroom.