(Be sure to read Chap. 1 for the basis of the story)
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I walked back in the house and Leisa was in the kitchen doing the dishes.
"Lawn all done?" she asked without looking up.
"No, no, still have some more to do. But we need to talk."
She turned around and looked at me and knew immediately something was wrong. I sat down at the kitchen island and she joined me. I then gently tried to explain what happened, even though I really wasn't certain myself. It didn't go well.
"You sucked his fucking cock? What are you stupid?" Leisa yelled at me. I guess I was.
"Did he turn you on? Do you like horny 18-year-olds?" she continued. "Is that why you can't get it up for me?"
"No, sweetie, it just ... I don't know why. I don't."
Leisa just stared. "This is just hard to process," she finally said. She walked out of the room and left me sitting there. Twenty minutes later she came back in.
"I still don't know what to think," she said. "You've never done anything like that before."
"Well, there's one more thing I didn't tell you yet," I said.
"Do I want to hear this?" She sat down at the table across from me.
"You need to stay with them for a week while their parents are gone, like a nanny, kind of."
"I have to what?" she exploded.
"Yeah, just stay with them while their parents are out of town. That way they won't post the video of me."
She had buried her head in her hands. The last bit caused her to look up.
"Video? They have video of this?"
"Yes. And they said they won't release it if you, um, be their nanny for a week."
Leisa put her head back in her hands and shook her head. She knew the implications.
"OK. When do I start?" she said without looking at me.
Nanny Time
That evening there was a knock on the door and when I answered it the boys' mother Leah was standing there.
"Hi, Pat, I hope this is a good time?" she asked politely.
Leah was about 52 I'd say and a little on the chubby side with a Midwest look to her but always very nice to us and a great neighbor, her husband Marty as well.
"Yes, sure. Want to come in?"
"No, no, thank you. I'm just dropping off some information for your wife. It's very sweet of her to agree to watch the boys for the week. They've never been left alone for that long and since we are on a cruise, felt it would be best to have adult supervision, right?"
"Yes, indeed," I said. "Where are you and Marty headed?"
"Alaska. Should be interesting. We've never been."
"Well, I hear it's wonderful. Is that the note and key?" She had a small envelope in her hand.
"Oh, yes, yes. Here you go. All the pertinent information is in there. Contact info. Cruise line etcetera. And a key, just in case."
I took the envelope from her and told her I would pass it on the Leisa. We made some more small talk and then she said she needed to get going because she had an early morning.
Leisa was in the living room watching TV. I put the envelope on the kitchen counter and walked in a sat next to her.
"So it starts tomorrow?" she asked, turning to look at me.
"Yes it does. Thank you for doing this, honey. It's just a week and it will be over, I promise."
"You can't make that promise. Only Derek and Cody can. We are at their mercy. I'm at their mercy."
"What do you mean?"
"Are you serious?" she shot back. "What if they do to me what they did to you? Don't tell me you didn't consider that?" I hadn't.
"Come on. I bet with me it was one thing, but they wouldn't possibly try anything with you," I said in my most convincing voice. "Just relax. It'll be fine."
The Next Day
Leisa was up early having coffee and breakfast before heading over to check in on the boys since their parents had left earlier. She wore a t-shirt and gym shorts with slip on shoes, nothing fancy, though her hair and make-up were done.
"I left you some bacon and there's eggs in the frig, help yourself. I'm running next door to let them know I'm around if they need me."
With that she walked out the front door. I went about preparing my breakfast and having a cup of coffee wondering how the conversation was going to go next door. I was tempted to peek out the window to see if I could surmise anything but held back the urge. 15 minutes later, Leisa returned.
"I need to change, they want me to take them to the mall to see their friends," she said as she breezed by me to the bedroom.
"Well, what did they say? Is everything good?" I asked. I didn't get an answer and went back to eating my breakfast and drinking my coffee. After about 20 minutes I heard Leisa come back out to the kitchen. I looked up from my phone and couldn't believe what I saw. Leisa was dressed in a halter top, no bra, and tight short shorts, Daisy Dukes I believe you call them, and shiny red pumps. The nipples on her 36dd tits jutted out through the material of the halter. She looked damn sexy.
"Is that how nannies dress?" I asked, jokingly, to lighten what I knew was going to be an ugly conversation.
"Apparently, it is. This is what I was told to wear. I believe they said dress sexy and slutty. Hopefully this fits the bill."
"It is sexy," I offered. "I'm very sorry about this, Leisa. It will all be over soon, I swear. Don't worry."
The doorbell rang.
"Must be my faithful charges," Leisa said, walking toward the door. I followed.
Derek and Cody were standing there in t-shirts and basketball shorts, which soon began tenting after seeing Leisa.
"How do I look, boys? Acceptable?" she asked them.
"More than acceptable," Derek offered. He then looked at me. "Thanks for sharing, Mr. C. We'll take good care of her, don't worry." I didn't like the sound of that. Derek then added, while touching my man-boobs, "you have nice tits, Mr. C. But Leisa here has really nice tits!" He then moved his hand to my wife's breast and gently squeezed it. Leisa didn't react, she just let him fondle her.
"Dude, we should go," Cody said.
