Vanessa isn't her real name. She has family in the Philippines and, if they knew the whole story, they'd throw her out in the street for sure. The best place to start to tell the story of Vanessa is at the beginning. Our family was growing, both in numbers and in age. Tanya was now five, Damien was a toddler of three and Lin had just arrived. We had already moved to a larger house as soon as we realized we would become a family of five. A growing family, affluent, a new house; wasn't everything great for Melinda and me? Not everything.
"Melinda, I've been falling behind with my contracts with just two children to look after during the day. The only way I've managed to survive is by working in the evenings when you get home. When you go back to nursing, I don't know how I'll be able to work and take care of Lin in addition to Tanya and Damien. Besides that, we never get to talk or do anything together except in bed."
"I don't mind looking after the children in the evening and the sex has been great but I agree that we need to do more for our relationship. Look, we're both working and doing well financially. I say that we can afford some help and make some time for each other."
"What were you thinking about? I notice that you're always a step ahead of me, my love."
"I called up the Phil-Can Agency and it really wouldn't be expensive to have a live-in nanny. The room and board would be nothing, if we gave her the spare bedroom in the basement so she can have some privacy for herself.
"And I suppose you've already picked one out."
"How did you know, Paul? Her name is Vanessa, she's 25 and she's a qualified nurse who can't get a job in her country. Paul, please say you want her too. A nurse can look after Damien's asthma and only a nurse can understand what another nurse wants."
"She sounds more than qualified and we can use the help. I'll have to do some work to get the spare bedroom ready. She can use the bathroom in the basement as well and that will give her the same privacy she could have with her own apartment."
Melinda hugged me. "You agree! I was so afraid you'd insist that we had to bring up the kids all by ourselves."
That was how I found myself at the airport Arrivals hall on a cold, snowy December day holding a parka and boots. As the travelers straggled towards the conveyor to pick up their luggage from the conveyor, Melinda spotted the brown, sad figure timidly descending the stairs. "That's her. That's Vanessa. The poor girl looks bewildered," Melinda shouted.
Yes, it was Vanessa. Quickly, we put the parka and the boots on our new nanny. Melinda took the light jacket and running shoes Vanessa brought from Manila and gave her a welcome hug. I got a baggage cart and found Vanessa's cheap cardboard suitcase that had somehow survived third world baggage handling techniques. Driving to our house, Melinda and I tried to make some small talk but Vanessa wouldn't or couldn't make any conversation beyond yes or no. She said so little I couldn't tell if she spoke English well or what kind of accent she had. Vanessa just sat there, looking at the snow and occasionally shuddering. Personally, I think my city looks beautiful under a fresh layer of snow. Obviously Vanessa didn't share my enthusiasm.
By the time we got home, the wind had increased, bringing miserable windchill. I mean, the temperature was already minus what Manila usually gets as plus temperatures. As she got out of the car to go to the house, I could forgive Vanessa if she thought she had landed on the face of Mars. Melinda took Vanessa down to her room while I paid the babysitter. I put up the temperature in the upstairs part of the house by one degree. Then I took one of Melinda's sweaters down to the basement.
Vanessa and Melinda were sitting on the edge of the bed. Vanessa was in tears and Melinda was hugging her trying to comfort her and maybe warm her up. Melinda said:
"I know exactly how you feel. I came to Canada from a tropical country in the winter and I thought, 'This country sucks.' I wanted to go back to Vietnam right away, even if it was overrun by Viet Cong. I froze at first but then I didn't die and neither will you. Besides, summer is very nice here."
I gave Melinda the sweater and left the two women alone. Melinda came up after 20 minutes and gave me the thumbs-up sign and said, "She'll stay." Vanessa came up for supper bundled in the sweater and wearing Melinda's fuzzy slippers. Her own clothes consisted of a tight pair of jeans and one of those "I 'heart' Baguio City" T-shirts. She brightened up a bit when she saw the Vietnamese feast Melinda was cooking.
Vanessa cheered up even more at supper when we introduced her to the children. Vanessa liked them and they seemed to take to Vanessa. Vanessa took up her duties first day by warming the baby formula and feeding Lin. As she warmed up to the children and warmed up physically, Vanessa unbuttoned her sweater. I could clearly make out the outline of firm tits with erect nipples offsetting the ventricles of the heart on her T-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra under her T-shirt. When Vanessa got up, I noticed that that her breasts didn't jiggle much. Nice and firm. As much as I enjoyed the view, I made a note to tell Melinda that she should get Vanessa fitted with a brassiere. Another thing I noticed when Vanessa got up was the outline of her panties. They looked more like Queen Victoria than Victoria's Secret.
After her inauspicious arrival, Vanessa became part of the family. As her shyness melted and she became used to us, her face always bore a wide smile. She was a natural nanny, almost a surrogate mother when Melinda was at work. Vanessa would do anything with he children without consulting with us first as to how we would handle it. With Vanessa taking care of the children so expertly, my productivity shot up. I was able to get so many contracts completed that Vanessa literally paid for herself.
Vanessa quickly became Melinda's best friend. In fact, I wondered if they were becoming too close. I didn't mind when they taught each other their cooking. I think that Filipino food is underrated in this country. Melinda and Vanessa would argue good-naturedly over such weighty matters as whether the Filipinos stole the lumpia from the Vietnamese or vice versa. They grew so friendly that they traded clothes with each other. Sometimes Melinda would lend Vanessa her ao dai and she would wear Vanessa's sarong. I thought that was cute whenever we had a party at the house.
Despite the way Vanessa and Melinda were growing closer, she would always address me as Mr. Miskeivitch and Melinda as Mrs. Tran, as a sign of the employee/employer relationship. She never used our first names to our face. Melinda spent a lot of time of time in intimate women-only conversations with Vanessa. In fact, Vanessa rarely went out of the house, except with the children. It didn't think it was natural for a 25-year old woman not to go out and boogie once in a while. One day, I mentioned my concerns to Melinda:
"Don't you think that Vanessa should go out a little more? All she does is stay around the house. It's warm out now. She should enjoy our summer. Can you tell her to start taking her days off?"
"Paul, she likes it here. She enjoys the children and I just love her as well. You know that I don't have many friends in the Vietnamese community. It's great to have someone who knows what Southeast Asia is all about, even if she doesn't speak Vietnamese."
"Melinda, that's another thing. Don't you think that Vanessa and you are getting too close. After all, she has to return to the Philippines in eighteen months. You'll be very hurt when she leaves. It's not a good idea to be so friendly with an employee"
"Paul, you're just like the Vietnamese, the way they treat servants. They treat them like dirt and still expect them to do a good job. I vowed that I'd never treat anyone the same way my mother treated our cook. You know that I even treat our cleaning lady like a real person. Vanessa likes us, and I like her, both as an employee and as a person. Besides, she has so many hang-ups that I want to help her. I don't mind being hurt when she leaves if I know that I've helped Vanessa in some way. I may not be a good Vietnamese employer but I am a good nurse."
The first time I got some idea about the exact nature of Vanessa's hang-ups was a few weeks later. Vanessa took one of her rare nights off. I congratulated myself that Melinda and Vanessa had taken my advice. It was the time of the hockey playoffs, so I settled into my favourite armchair in the TV room to watch the late game from the West Coast. Melinda came into the room, dressed the way she did when I first met her, in black slacks and a white blouse.
"The kids are all in bed and asleep. Please make love to me on the couch, Paul. I need a good fucking and I want it to be just like when we were single. Remember all those times we would watch an erotic movie on the couch?"
Did I remember! It had been so long that we had had a chance to screw on the couch with kids running around the house. I turned off the hockey game and got ready to demonstrate my own stick handling abilities. Melinda and I dropped our clothes and started to make love like we hadn't for years. I guess that going back to our single days made me horny. I felt like I was seducing a shy Vietnamese girl all over again. I concentrated on demonstrating to Melinda's satisfaction that I still had the touch and the tongue.
When I got Melinda on the couch, I slowly worked down her body, kissing first her lips and then working over her small, firm breasts with both hand and tongue. I slowly slid my tongue over Melinda's flat stomach before reaching what she had for bush. As often as I did a muff dive, I always marveled at how little pubic hair Melinda had. She was like a preteen between her legs.
Melinda opened her legs and eagerly raised her pussy up for me. That wasn't the shy Vietnamese girl I used to know but Melinda had developed a taste for Canadian tongue. I put my head between her legs and parted her stiff pussy lips with my tongue. My hands cupped her bum cheeks, making sure that my tongue's target kept in position. I held Melinda in position and proceeded to slide my tongue up and down where it counted. I worked my tongue up and down the sides of Melinda's clitoris, remembering to gently massage her ass at the same time. I was driving Melinda crazy from the sounds she was making.
Melinda came with such force that I couldn't hold her from all her writhing. She dropped to the couch and I followed to make sure that I teased her clitoris right to the finish. I ended up with my ass in the air, my nose in the hair and a happy wife. Melinda pulled me towards her and grabbed hold of my dick.
"Paul: It's so big and hard tonight. You'll really stir me up inside tonight."
Melinda had me right where she wanted me and I didn't waste my time describing to Melinda how wet she was. The way I just slipped in without any effort told the story. Although she was well-lubricated, Melinda was tight and her internal muscles were quivering. Melinda was gasping in her high-pitched voice she used when I was giving her exactly what she wanted.
"Oh Paul, You're splitting me apart tonight. I'm dying and going to heaven."
I could feel Melinda's insides vibrating as I drove my dick in ever deeper. I took my time with the fuck, still driving my dick relentlessly deeper and deeper. I buried my dick until our pelvic bones hit. Melinda brought her legs around my ass and squeezed as if I could go deeper yet. We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, just enjoying the feel of each other. Then Melinda released me from the grasp of her legs.
