I had it all. I’d strived for it. The loving wife, the two beautiful children, a senior position at my father-in-law’s advertising firm. I had played everything well; I was charming and dutiful, that was my gift. I made everyone fall in love with me, man or woman. It was easy for me.
I went through life in a breeze, and when my wife, Julia, wanted to return to work, the natural course of things was to hire a nanny for the children. Joel and Cassie, they were 3 and 5, and were the only real things I loved in the world. I loved Julia, in my way, but she had been my entry into the world of comfort and luxury. I could not divorce her from that. I loved the ease of our existence, and so I loved Julia – she was the reason for it all, and she adored me. I told her she was beautiful and championed her art, and when she wanted to go back to work, at an art gallery in the city, I supported that as well.
But we needed a nanny.
We interviewed several caregivers, but we – or, rather, I – settled on one. Cynthia. She had hazel-green eyes and nut brown hair that fell in waves down her back. Others had more experience, but she was the one I wanted.
We had a townhouse with plenty of room, so we hired her as a live-in. Julia loved her. They’d cook together and giggle to themselves; they’d play with the children in the backyard and at the park. When we took the kids to the beach, Cynthia would strip down to her white bikini, her beautiful round breasts on full display, her nipples poking through.
I wanted her.
One night, Julia had a gallery showing and the kids were tucked in their beds. Cynthia, in a light green sundress, had fallen asleep on the downstairs couch, her nut-brown hair covering her face. I had feigned an illness so I wouldn’t have to attend the showing, and Julia wouldn’t be back for hours.
I sat down on the couch, and lightly slid my fingers over Cynthia’s tanned, shapely calves. She moaned slightly, still asleep. I slipped my hands through her legs, slowly pulling off her underwear. She moved a bit, still asleep. I touched the lips of her vagina, flicking her softly – ever so softly – and she moaned again, as if in the middle of a foggy dream.
I spread her legs and plunged my mouth into her vagina, licking so gently, fully, swirling.
She was now awake and crying out. Fighting me, pushing me.
“Please, please stop!”
I sat up.
“Do you really want me to stop? You know how good it feels.”
She trembled, feebly searching for her underwear.
“This isn’t right! I’m here to take care of your children!”
I smiled. “And this is your bonus. Let me give it to you.”
I dove back into her vagina, grabbing her wrists and holding them out of reach. Sucking, licking her clit, tasting her completely.
She writhed and squirmed, and fought with her legs, and, then, she stopped. I let go of her hands and she arched her back, unable to stop herself from feeling the pleasure of my tongue.
As I kept going, she cried out for me to stop while her body responded to me – and then she exploded.
It was the most incredible thing I’d ever tasted.
I grabbed her again, and pulled out my penis, delving it deep inside her awaiting vagina. I undid the top of her sundress, exposing her breasts, licking and sucking them, those sublime glorious breasts. She let out a feverish moan and then pounded my back and scratched me, as I laughed, continuing to plunge deeper inside her.
“You tell me this doesn’t feel good, and I’ll stop,” I said shakily.
“It feels good, but stop!” Was her desperate cry.
I kept going, in and out, around and around. I rubbed my penis against her clit and she moaned with unwanted pleasure.
“So good,” she murmured. “Oh god, why does it feel so good?”
I knew it. She wanted this. She couldn’t admit it to herself, but I’d help her.
We gyrated together, as she pounded me. I came all over her and sat back, in complete ecstasy.
“We’ll do this every night Julia’s away,” I told her. “You will look forward to it and love it.”
“You’re a bastard!” She was screaming now. “I fucking hate you!”
I smashed my lips down on hers as she squirmed and wrestled herself away.
“I fucking hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU! You’re a RAPIST!”
I smiled calmly. “We will do this every time Julia is away and you will love it.”
She punched me in the chest and I grabbed her, kissing her over and over. She pushed me away.
“There will never be another time!”
I laughed. “We’ll see.”
She ran upstairs to her room.
I sat back and quietly lit a cigar, waiting for my wife to return.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9r8tep/the_nanny