0 comments/ 17196 views/ 2 favorites Nanny Neurosis By: plebiusj Listening to the end of a Metallica song, he was in a groove, pounding out some hardware description code for the new design when he heard the sound of a screeching baby overtaking the grind of Kirk Hammett's axe. He lifted the headphones off one ear to make sure everything was OK. The sound of the bathtub filling alerted him; apparently the new nanny was giving the baby a bath. That was unexpected. He jumped out of his seat without thinking and burst into the bathroom to check the baby and the water temperature. The baby was fine. The water was fine. But what an eyeful he had stumbled upon. As he left the bathroom, muttering an apology, he wondered why he had been so concerned. Maybe it was something about trusting a new person with a 6 month old baby, his first born. She had been kneeling by the bathtub with her arms stretched out, a perfectly normal method for bathing a child. But her position was somewhat compromising, her shirt was pulled halfway up her back, and her shorts were pulled slightly down revealing her undergarment if you could call it that. It was a bright blue thong, but not the stringy kind. The straps over her hips were maybe half an inch think, but it disappeared in a similarly narrow path down the middle of her lower back. There was no cheek exposed, except for a small gap between the top of the strap and where her shorts had fallen to. Also, and unavoidably his eyes had fixated on the rather large tattoo creeping up from her lower back. It was something of a sun tattoo maybe 4 inches in diameter with intricate flame detail. 'I can't believe our nanny has a tramp stamp' was his thought a few moments later. So much for the groove he had been in. This was a bit of a distraction, not only from the image imprinted in his mind but also the embarrassment he had caused for both parties. He didn't yet know that this young woman wasn't so easily embarrassed. He had been a little reluctant about the whole nanny idea, especially with the realization that they could only afford someone in their 20s, the more experienced nannies commanding much better salaries. The thought of a young woman in the house during the day just made him a bit uneasy. He preferred that the relationship stay as professional as possible. The truth was that he had female problems, that is, most women either intimidated him or inspired strong desires deep inside him with the strength to cripple. Maybe some of it came from being an engineer and a nerd for most of his life. He had married his high school sweetheart, a relationship that demanded celibacy during his college years. He had attended a mostly male engineering school, and while that made it easier to stay true, it magnified his condition. He was now many years removed from his college days, but he was still sexually repressed. The birth of his first child did nothing to improve things. In his current work situation he was generally lacking in human interaction, so he liked the idea of having someone to talk to occasionally. He just knew if he got to know her too well, got too friendly, it could be a very big distraction, and work was pretty demanding right now. He worked from home as a chip designer. So he was somewhat relieved that he didn't feel any initial attraction to her when she started on the job. She was 28, 5'8'' and had straight shoulder length dirty blond hair, a pleasant face but a body that didn't really draw attention. A hot ass walking around in the house would have been a very bad thing. 'Hmm, so maybe she just hates panty lines' he thought to himself as he put his headphones back on. The lunch break that Friday was the first real conversation he had with her. The babies were asleep (she regularly brought her only child to work wit her). She was having her lunch. "So how was your first week?" he asked. "Oh it was fine, I'm ready for the weekend though. I'm a bit tired, still adjusting to the new schedule." "Oh yeah, its definitely not easy taking care of two babies all day and then not getting a break in the evening either." "Hmm, yeah, and I had trouble sleeping last night," she said. "Oh yeah, something on your mind?" "Well my husband was working late and sometimes I have insomnia when he's not around to help me relax." "Yeah I know what you're talking about, my wife works in the middle of the night sometimes too." Then she continued, "And our apartment walls are very thin.. Last night some dude was banging his girlfriend in the next apartment. All I heard was 'Oh, Oh, Oh', and the bed knocking against the wall. It was so annoying, and they wouldn't stop.. I tried sleeping on the couch but it was not comfortable." Stunned, he had a quick flashback to a recent trip to Atlanta where he had been woken up in the middle of the night by loud moaning in the next room. It was such a turn on - he had gotten out of bed to put his ear on the wall. He remembered her long loud repetitive moans. They were so unvarying it made him question their validity. Later after they had finished, he heard the couple out on the balcony and he risked a quick peek through the window. It was a young Asian couple. She was clearly enamored with him, he might have been in it for the sex. He remembered how badly he needed to cum after that episode and he had ended up soaking the bed sheets. Now he snapped back to reality, and wanted to ask her if it was exciting at all, but he thought better of it. "That sucks, our townhome walls seem to be very thick, we never hear the family next door," he said. Maybe this wasn't going to be the professional relationship he was thinking of; she had brought up the topic of sex though perhaps inadvertently in one of their first conversations. That she would speak so candidly with him was refreshing. He liked her and wanted to talk more, but this was also a bit troubling. He had just recently gotten over his last obsession, a previous colleague at his old office. She was one of the only females he had worked with, and of course he had ended up wanting her badly. Now he made up an excuse that he had to have a working lunch and took a sandwich upstairs. Later that same afternoon he came downstairs for a water refill and saw no trace of babies or their caregiver. It was quiet in the back bedroom, and the door was slightly ajar. He took a few steps toward it so he could peer inside. He saw his child asleep in the crib, and the nanny with her daughter were lying on the bed together. The little one was definitely asleep, but he wasn't sure about her mother. She was lying on her stomach with her arms tucked under her chin. In that position his eyes were drawn to her butt which appeared substantial. She lacked feminine hips, but in this position he found her ass appealing. He couldn't help wanting to grab a handful. He quietly tiptoed back to the kitchen and then got back to work. Over the next few weeks they got to know each other a bit better. The relationship grew to be quite cordial. She enjoyed his intermittent company, and he liked talking to her and suppressed the growing attraction he had for her. He came to view her as a fickle minded free spirit, yet independent and strong willed. She came to know him as the goofy laid back guy who 'was certainly not my type, but I know a lot of girls that would have the hots for you'. He found out her type was tall/dark/handsome. She had married a Mexican, a marriage hurried when she got pregnant with her daughter. Part of her family had shunned her because of it. Still she seemed devoted. She spent a lot of her energy trying to figure out how to make it work, because being married to an illegal immigrant made a lot of things more difficult. During the week, he would normally try to exercise during his lunch hour, but during the winter months he did well to make it out twice a week. That left him in the house for lunch most days. "Oh Vicki, please don't microwave the breast milk. My wife thinks it breaks down the nutrients or antibodies or whatever." "Oh sorry, yeah, she told me that," she said. "I won't tell her," he smiled. "How long is your wife going to breast feed anyway?" she asked. "Don't know, I think she wants to do breast milk til she turns one." "Hmm, I bet you're loving this. I breast fed Ella for a couple of weeks, that's all I could take. But man, my boobs were full." "What? Oh yeah, sure," he muttered. "So how big was your daughter when she was born, she's a pretty big baby, she must have been what, about 8lbs?" she asked. "Oh yeah, just shy of 8 lbs." "So how was the delivery, your wife is pretty small, did she have to get a C-section?" "No, she was determined on the natural birth. No epidural, just a little narcotic. But labor lasted about 24hrs, not easy." "Oh wow. Ella was about 8 lbs too, but we were in and out of the delivery room. Once I was fully dilated, she slipped right out." There was an awkward pause. What do you say to that one? "Wow, you must have been relieved." "Heh, yeah. But we had problems getting the breast feeding going." He had to get back to work. The last part of that conversation lingered in his head. It was hard for him not to think about vaginas. He remembered the doctor pretty much had to grab hold of his daughter's head and pull to get the shoulders out. He would never forget that moment, he swore he heard a crunching sound. He even gasped at the time, to which the mid-wife had responded, 'It's OK, it's OK.' Now he was induced into considering Vicki's vagina. What did it mean, was she stretched out, or did she just have a big cunt? She was a good sized woman, but her hips didn't seem that wide. It was a mystery, not something that he had the nerve to ask about. That night he woke up in a sweat. He checked the clock, it was half past 4am. He looked around; his wife was nowhere to be seen. She was doing some late night lab work again. He tried to remember the last time they had sex. It was definitely before the baby was born, maybe 8 months ago. He was worn out from it. Now he tried to remember the dream that had awakened him. It started to come back as he realized his cock was still hard. He had that soft buzz only a wet dream could give. The dampness on the surface of his pants was still spreading from the massive load he had spent. Remembering the dream was more exhilarating than the mentally induced orgasm could have ever been. And this was one was very vivid and still fresh. The dream was of her. She was on her knees and elbows. He had a hold of her straight fine hair in his left hand, his right hand was squeezing her right breast. He even remembered what his mind's creation of her erect nipple felt like on his middle finger. He was plowing her furiously, with some kind of animal desperation that he didn't think he was capable of. She was screaming in fast tempo, 'yeah, yeah, yeah' in what seemed to be coming through gritted teeth. He remembered admiring the perfect jiggle in her ass as he pounded her. The last image he remembered before waking up was her eyes as she looked back at him with an astonished look. Then there had been just the hot jet stream feeling of cum issuing forth from his cock. Holy cow he thought, no wonder I came so hard. It seemed so real. He tried to calm down and get back to sleep but insomnia had settled in. As the weather warmed up he was determined to get into better shape, so he more frequently went for jogs during the lunch hour. It was also a good excuse to get out of the house, to avoid having too many comfortable conversations with the nanny. There was one time when he got back to the house after a good sweat and went upstairs to take a quick shower before getting back to work. But wanting to cool down a bit before the shower, he sat underneath the ceiling fan in the upstairs living room. In his townhome setup, he had a couch, TV, public computer/printer setup in the landing area just above the stairs. Adjacent were two bedrooms, one of which served as his office. Sitting on the floor in front of the couch he took a few deep breaths and started to get that horny feeling that sometimes accompanies a vigorous workout. It started out not directed toward any thought or person, but as he became conscious of the feeling, it sort of steered in a particular direction. He could hear Vicki feeding lunch to the kids downstairs; it was safe. He thought it was a bit kinky to do it there, but without too much thought he adjusted himself so that he was lying flat on the carpet now with his shorts down to his knees. He kept seeing images of her bending over with that tattoo showing. He thought to himself, 'Oh no am I really going to get off to her, this is starting a bad precedent'. But it was too late to reconsider then. He had no resolve left; he couldn't fight it. His penis quickly engorged as he started pulling on it, the initial endorphins flooding his brain. A few seconds later he was fully erect as he lightly rubbed the tip. He imagined her smiling at him with a seductive look, and then slipping off her shorts. He squeezed the base of his cock to trap the blood in the head, and he felt the tip for pre-cum. It was already bubbling up, but he wanted to save it for now. As a natural lubricant it dried quickly, so the more he could let drip down the head of his cock the better. A few more squeezes, a bit more massaging, there, enough pre-cum to coat the head of his cock and that soft spot on the front. Ahhh, that will accelerate things. He was now so focused on rubbing the sticky lubricant up and down his cock, he didn't notice someone was coming up the stairs. "Oh my gosh, Greg!" she said with a surprised exhale, followed by a playful but somewhat mocking laughter. "Looks like someone is having some fun up here..." He nearly jumped completely off the floor as he pulled his pants up and arched his back to see the look on her face. But he only saw the back of her head as she walked into the bedroom. He put a couch pillow over his head in embarrassment. A moment later she re-emerged. "Just getting some clean bibs", she said followed by another giggle. She started down the stairs and vanished from sight, but added, "Oh, please, don't let me stop you... as you were". He just laid there motionless for a few minutes while the embarrassment settled in. It was a feeling of wanting to sink down through the floor boards. Then he got up and headed to the shower. He thought whether to skip lunch altogether so he wouldn't have to show his face. But he was too hungry, and he might as well get the rest of her reaction over with if there was any left. He pondered his strategy if he should be confronted, and decided on levity. As he strolled into the kitchen and headed straight for the fridge, she was finishing up some dishes in the sink. He thought she wasn't going to say anything as he made a sandwich, but then she huffed and turned around. "Look, don't be embarrassed and not talk to me, it's only natural... I mean what you were doing." "Oh, yeah, sorry about that, I guess I needed a cold shower after my run," he replied as he added the cheese. "No need to apologize. So, I have a question for you... are you getting any?" she asked. "You mean relish? yeah, but this jar is almost empty," he answered, pretending not to notice the real meaning of the question. "Hee, that's not what I meant. It's seems strange to me a married man like you needing to relieve yourself." "Ha, are you serious?" he retorted. "I guess you haven't been married long enough," as he smiled. "Oh," there was a pause. "I feel bad for you then." That gesture of sympathy, while sweet and warming initially, sparked a bit of frustration and anger inside him as he momentarily dwelt on his situation. He finished making the sandwich and tried to get out of there as quickly as possible. As he was headed back upstairs, he paused and poked his head around the stair well to see if he still had her attention. He did. "Thanks," he managed. He didn't want to appear rude, but it stung a bit, to need sympathy for how starved he felt. He really needed to get laid to release the building pressure, but he knew his wife wouldn't be interested. For one, she was busy with work, and having a new baby to take care of in the evenings was exhausting. And second, she was still recovering from giving birth. She had wanted a natural delivery and got her wish. All the doctors thought the delivery would be quick. "Oh this baby is only about 6 1/2 pounds", they said. Well they didn't realize how well her body concealed the baby's true size. His daughter had weighed a full 8 lbs when born and the delivery was long and painful for a woman her size. He was trying to be as understanding as possible, and he really had no choice. Putting his wife in any kind of pain was not really an option. And the thing was, she wasn't one for giving out alternative forms of pleasure. No hand-jobs or blowjobs did she ever offer. He felt the frustration coming back over him. A few deep breaths, just put on the headphones and concentrate on work, he told himself. Things worsened the following week, now Vicki was wigging out on him. He came down for lunch in time to overhear her shouting at her daughter, now about 14 months old. "Gee Ella, you're having a really bad day aren't you. Please don't spit that out." "Hi Vicki, a little tense today?" he asked. "Mmm, Hi Greg, yeah mother and daughter aren't getting along well today." "Too bad, I guess that can happen some when you guys never get a break from each other." "Heh, yeah, except this week she's had her grandparents to play with. I think there's someplace else she wants to be right now. So I called my mom, and she's going to pick her up after lunch." "Oh your parents are in town, how long are they staying?" he asked. "Two weeks, one more week to go," she said. "And you're right, I am a little tense today." "Oh I guess you're like me, three days with the parents around is about as much as I can take at one time," he said. "Hmm, well its not that so much, except if they had stayed at a hotel it would have been much better. In fact, I'm thinking my husband and I need to get a room this evening if you know what I mean. Our apartment is too small, you can hear everything that goes on in the next room.." Oh no, he thought, not this topic again. She noticed he cringed a little bit. "Maybe I'll come up to your office during nap time, and we can kill 2 birds with one stone?" She said it with such an overly sultry delivery and fake smile that he knew she was joking. Still, his heart rate doubled. He couldn't speak, so he just raised his eyebrows at her, feigning a bit of ignorance at her humor attempt. "I'm just kidding, calm down big boy," she chuckled. "Why do you enjoy teasing me so much?" he asked. She gave him a tiger growl, and said, "Maybe you're just an easy target, Greg. I do enjoy it." Argh. This flirting was fun but he couldn't stomach too much of it. "Well just be careful with your teasing, ok? I am vulnerable to it and I have a lot of work to do," he smiled. "You know you can always release a bit of your tension when you need a little work break." "What!? In my office, that'd be weird," he said. "You're telling me you've never taken a work break for that, yeah right." "Ok. Stop, I'm going back upstairs now," he finished. God damn, he was in over his head with this one. He really wanted her; her personality was so fun. He wanted to take the day off and just help her with the kids. But given his mental state, he knew he would eventually take it too far, and it would get weird in a hurry. To her she was just having a little innocent fun. She didn't fully realize his condition, or did she? For him, the endless flirting would seduce him to the point that he would convince himself that she wanted him desperately, forgetting she was happily married. Maybe that was one of his personality flaws. He would lose the ability to separate reality from fantasy. A mental condition, something that might come from being cooped up and lonely for too long. Needless to say it was another difficult afternoon for concentration. Nanny Neurosis Things steadily continued in similar fashion in the following days. She seemed to always have that fun flirty look on her face when he saw her, but he kept his cool. Flirty comebacks kept entering into his head, but he resisted the urge to let them fly. "Uh, Greg, just wanted to check with you, is it OK if my husband comes over for a late lunch. He's been working late at the restaurant, but he has the afternoon off and wants to bring me a proper meal. You know I told you he's a cook." "Sure, its fine, no problem," he replied. "As long as that's all he's going to give you.. I know you two can't wait to get your parents out of the house." "Oooh, a conjugal visit, great idea! Can I rework my contract to include those? I just need to drop the kids off in your office for a few minutes. You can handle them, right?" "Uh, no," he replied. "Hmm, well what if we wait til the kids are napping? We'll move the cribs out into the kitchen, and we'll leave the door cracked and you could watch." His head started spinning, for a moment she seemed serious. It seemed like she had already given this some thought. "Uhhh, well I'll assume you're joking. Please. Please keep it all in your pants and his when he comes over. Don't forget what we pay you for, young lady," pretending to be stern. "Don't worry, my husband isn't into that kind of thing anyway." After a good sweat at lunchtime, he was feeling better. Sometimes the exercise brings with it a euphoria that leads to feeling horny. Other times it serves to reduce stress and tension, and thankfully this time it was the latter. He was ready to get back to work when he heard the doorbell ring. Peaking out the window he saw the visitor's car parked on the street. The door opened and shut. He heard Vicki put on some kid's music and heard the kids' laughter. He actually trusted her and wasn't concerned about what was going on downstairs. He put on his headphones and tried to focus. His job for the afternoon was to review some new literature on the subject of crystal-less oscillators. It was dry reading, and sure enough that 2:30 feeling snuck up on him rather quickly. He felt his eyelids getting heavy; he figured he would have to take a quick power nap to recover. So he stopped fighting it. He fell into a deeper sleep than he expected. He dreamed he was going downstairs to refill his water bottle. It was quiet. Oh yeah, it was probably nap time. She must still be putting them to sleep in the back bedroom. He strolled to the sink to fill his cup. As he was heading back upstairs, he heard some soft moaning coming from the back bedroom. He stopped and crept back quietly. He heard Vicki speaking in a soft out of breath voice, "Ahhh, yeah, that's nice. oooooh, eeeeeeh, mmm, yeah, that's good. You're gonna fuck me now, aren't you, please, please please, fuck me. He won't hear, we'll do it quietly. He has his headphones on, he won't know. Please please please give it to me. I need it sooo bad." He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He tiptoed up to the door which was left at least 6 inches ajar. He was partly pissed off, partly exhilarated. He had to peek around the corner to see what was going on. He saw she was lying on her back with her head at the far end of the bed, which in the kids room was just a box spring and mattress lying on the floor up against the wall. A man with thick, short dark hair was partly on top of her, his back to the door. His feet were on the floor such that he was angled off the mattress. Good grief, where were the kids? That question quickly left his mind. The man had his pants pulled down to his knees; he was in the middle of repositioning himself over her. She was bending her knees and spreading her legs out at the same time, her tiny panties still dangling around one ankle. He was struck by the contrast in skin color, he was at least 5 shades darker than her. Now she had her hands in his hair as he started to thrust in to her slowly. She was looking up at the ceiling; his head was down over her left shoulder. He could sense she was fighting her vocal chords. All he could hear was her heavy breathing. From his angle, all he could see was the man's firm buttocks moving forward and back, clinching and releasing. Her hands were trying to reach his ass to help with the movement, but she settled for his back moving her hands up under his shirt. Now she was straining her neck up as if to try to catch a glimpse of his ass pounding her. Greg gasped as he made brief eye contact with her. Or had she noticed? He quickly moved back from the door. There was no indication she had noticed him. If anything, things inside the room were intensifying; her moans were no longer inaudible. He fought the urge to resume watching. She started to get louder, and he heard the man trying to shush her. It didn't do any good. As he peered around the corner again, he saw the man place his left hand over her mouth just as he quickened his pace. She allowed it for a few seconds, but then she threw his hand off her mouth and let out a deep moan. The man no longer seemed interested in the noise they were making. He was in full gear now, pounding her astonishingly hard. He was getting close. Vicki was cumming too. She was taking long deep breaths with very quick exhales, and then she looked up again, this time toward the door. He definitely made eye contact with her this time, as she moaned deeply, "Ohhh Greg, yes, yes, yes." Suddenly the man turned around and saw him. Then he heard Vicki's voice again. "Greg, yoohoo, wake up, Greg." He quickly lifted his head up and realized he had been dreaming. Vicki was in his office. "Umm, nice to see you working hard there." she said. "I need to leave early. Ella just threw up all over the place and I think its best if I take her home. Your daughter is still sleeping. I already called your wife and she's on her way home. See you next week." He thought, 'Geez I can't even take a power nap without her getting into my head. I need to get away'. He wanted to plan a trip, a quick getaway to the beach for the weekend, anything to get his mind off of things. He decided he would pitch the idea when his wife got home. The next time he saw Vicki there was a serious look on her face that he hadn't seen before. She was busily doing dishes in the kitchen and seemed to be oblivious to him. "Hi Vicki, what's going on with you today?" She flinched as if he had surprised her, then she took a breath and faced him. "Oh Greg I don't know what to do." She walked toward him and flung her arms around his neck as if to cry on his shoulder. He was momentarily stunned but recovered enough to give her a quick pat on the back. "Now now, what's the matter?" he mustered. She let go and took a few steps back. "We've been talking things over with our lawyer. You know my husband is illegal, and it makes things hard. We can't get credit, I don't make enough money to sponsor him, there aren't many options. Either he stays illegal and we pray for some miracle law changes or he has to go back to Mexico to apply for his green card. He doesn't want us to live in Mexico with him, and there's no telling how long he would be gone. The INS process is so unpredictable, he could be gone for 6 months, or 3 years." She was tearing up by the end of her explanation. "Oh Vicki, I'm so sorry. Well when does a decision have to be made?" he asked. "I don't know, our lawyer says if we want to get legal he should go back home as soon as possible and file the paperwork." "Do you need some time-off, do you want to go with him at least for a while?" he asked. "No, I can't Greg. I have my evening classes starting soon, I need to get my teaching certificate asap, and I can't afford to stop working. There's just no easy solution." "Well.. We will certainly support you however we can, you're like a member of our family now you know. And you do such a great job with our baby." "Thanks, you're so great, I really appreciate it." She gave him another quick hug. "I've just gotta get used to this idea and then I'll be ok. But it's going to take a while." Vicki was obviously going through a difficult time those few weeks as she adjusted to the idea. They decided her husband would go back to Mexico and start the green card application. At least they would try it. She had one more week before he left. Greg decided to give her an extra couple of days off before that weekend. Afterwards, there was an adjustment period. Obviously, she grew lonelier, despite more frequent visits from her parents, and the near constant support she got from members of her husband's extended family who stayed in South Carolina. But of course it wasn't the same. In many ways, her situation resembled his. Greg had moved to South Carolina away from his main office reluctantly at first, his wife had already moved up. The birth of their daughter finalized the move. His wife's position was theoretically temporary, a stepping stone to a new life. How long would it take for her to finish her research and become an independent professor? They didn't know. He would work from home for now and wait it out. For now he seemed to have some company who understood some of what he was going through. The bad news was of course that he had the hots for her. She was extremely friendly and now maybe vulnerable as well. She was a temptation that gnawed at him every day. She was like the forbidden fruit which usually gets consumed one way or another. A month later things were back on the up-swing for the time being. "Hi, Vicki, so how are you doing, is it getting any easier yet?" "Oh hi Greg. Yeah, his mother still helps out a lot with Ella, she lives in the same apartment complex, so that's nice." "Oh good," he replied. "And my husband was able to borrow a computer from a friend, so he writes me and we've skyped a couple of times." "Nice." "Yeah, the last couple of weekends we've had some steamy conversations. I would describe but your face would turn bright red, I'm afraid your head might explode." She paused for a reaction, receiving none. "Anyway, it's a bit of a release, but I miss the physical aspects." "Hmm, yes, I know what you mean. But I would give my right leg for one of those steamy conversations right about now." He blushed. "Ahh, poor guy. What are we going to do about you? Maybe I'll come up with something, or we can drug your wife, maybe that would help. Have you talked to her about your needs?" "Mmm, well I don't know if I want to talk about it with you, but yeah. It's to the point that I feel guilty bringing the subject up, and she has no idea how to help me out. I think she's just not wired that way." "That sucks. I can't believe what you're putting up with, quite frankly." Anytime the conversation steered in this direction, it was taxing for him. Sympathy on that front was always multifaceted. It made him reflect on his situation more consciously which usually raised his overall level of stress and frustration. He needed a good sweat, but he had already decided against it for today. "Ooh I know, maybe I'll save the transcript from my next 'discussion' with Esteban, and share it with you." And then she whispered, "I won't tell him." "Uhh, no, please don't. If you think that would help me you must be crazy," he said. "What can I do to help, please tell me," she pleaded. He shook his head nervously. "No, I'm not going to answer that one. I've got to get back to work." He rapidly gobbled up his remaining sandwich. It must have looked ridiculous because he had about 5 bites left. As he was heading back up stairs, he added, "Bud tanks for tinking bout me." "Don't talk with your mouth full sweetheart," she shouted. He needed a few deep breaths to calm down after he made it back upstairs. He was certainly glad to see her in good spirits again, but her desire to get involved somehow in his sex life was too much. Swelling up in him was a desire to spill all the beans to her and be the one to cry on her shoulder this time. But he wasn't prepared to be that vulnerable to her. Against his will, he spent far too much time that afternoon imagining how he would tell her how badly he wanted her. The lines between fantasy and reality were blurring no doubt, but she was so interested in his well being, would it hurt to tell her? Yes, it would, she would have no choice but to withdraw, or worse.. Hmm, maybe that was a good thing. ... Yes, why hadn't he realized that earlier. That would definitely draw the line between fantasy and reality. And she would know what to do, he just hoped she wouldn't quit her job. ..... Ahhh, he felt a little better. Now it was just a matter of getting up the nerve to confess to her. That wasn't going to be easy for him. Over the next few days, the conversation played out in his head in various forms. But he was no closer to telling Vicki anything. The problem was now that his mind was made up about what to do, he relaxed a little and allowed certain thoughts to simmer in his head. He wasn't concerned enough with actually completing the task; the plan served as a perfect excuse to give in to his obsession. He fantasized about her regularly. Not only that, but his internal flirting censor started failing more often. "How was your first class?" he asked. "Oh, fine. It's been a while since I attended a lecture. I forgot how much I used to hate attending class. I was a real slacker in college." "But you still managed that degree in leisure studies at Georgia State. Impressive." "Ha, very funny. Now its so much worse, we have to cram a week's worth of lectures into one evening... And I can't skip." "Well you have a real purpose now, so that's all the motivation you need, right?" "Yeah, but its still hard to concentrate in the moment. Last night was my date night with Esteban, so I was sitting there thinking about what skype sex games we could play." "Yeah I guess you gotta keep it fresh." "Hmm, yeah. We did a shortened version of strip poker. Instead of just getting naked, the loser had to do a strip tease slash lap dance," she said. "Nice." "But he was nervous that his roommate would walk in while he was stroking his cock for me. So I was left a little wanting in the end. But I'm sure he liked the show I put on." "Oh Vicki, you wild girl you, waddya do, flash your thong for him." "Yeah, right, those didn't stay on very long... But Greg, getting frisky aren't you? Nice of you to notice my underwear." "It's hard not to notice sweetheart, those straps come up pretty high," he said. "Speaking of stroking cocks, now we know what you were thinking about that day," she said. "What day?" "Hellooo. That day I caught you stroking it. Nice one by the way." Whoa boy, this was getting ridiculous. It showed him where she would take the conversation if she had her way. It occurred to him that this was an opportunity to cop to her, but he couldn't bring himself to ruin the playful spirit and make things weird. Still, this wasn't helping matters. "Uhh, I thought we weren't going to bring that up again," he finally replied. "Sorry, I guess I got carried away." She paused, and then continued. "I'm not exactly calm these days. I keep thinking something has got to give, our weekly play sessions are nice, but I wake up more needy every day." "Sounds like we're both needy right now," he said "Hmmph, yeah," she agreed and turned towards the cupboard. Well that was the first time she had ever run out of words with him. He went back to work wondering if things were close to getting weird between them, but it was probably just temporary. Of course he thought he should go ahead and admit his feelings, then things would calm down. But he was starting to get nervous what her reaction would be. Things were a bit quieter between the two for the next week or two, as Greg continued to procrastinate, fighting with his feelings everyday. He tried not to bring up the subject of her husband, and she didn't offer any new updates. But she was definitely not getting any more relaxed based on her frequent squabbling with Ella. When Vicki was relaxed and in good spirits she was a caring and patient caregiver, as she always was with his daughter. But when she was tense, it showed up between mother and daughter. That next Friday, she came to work without Ella, apparently getting her mother to take care of her for the day. She came to work dressed a bit differently. Normally she wore simple t-shirt and khaki shorts, but that day she came in a summer dress that had a mid-length flowing skirt. It was unusual enough to catch Greg's attention in the morning when she arrived. "Good morning Vicki, don't you look nice today," he offered. "Oh thanks. Just changing things up a bit," she said. She wasn't too talkative in the mornings, but her dress did a fair bit of the talking for her. At least that's how he felt that morning. It was one of those that you assumed the person had on a pair of shorts underneath because the chances of something flashing during the work day was high. But he wasn't so sure about Vicki. He found himself dwelling on it frequently that morning. Normally his concentration faltered in the afternoons, but this time it started earlier. By lunchtime he was a bit horny. He considered getting a workout in to relax. Well he also thought about finding some internet porn and jacking off to get it out of his system before going down for lunch. But he was too eager to find out what kind of mood she was in that day. "So, you have plans for this evening?" he asked. "Yeah I was hoping to get out of the house with a couple of girlfriends. But not sure if they can get out yet, hoping to hear from them soon. I got my mother to agree to staying over this evening." "I'm sure a night out on the town with your girls would be very good for you," he said. "I hope so, I'm just so tired right now, it's been a long week. What with the classes on Tuesday and Thursday and late night conversations I'm not getting enough sleep." "Well, at least it's Friday," he said. "Yes it is. I wanted to ask you. This afternoon when the baby takes a nap, I wanted to try to get some sleep. I need your help, I brought some sleeping pills. The thing is I might not wake up right away if the baby cries, so could you keep an ear open this afternoon? I think if you come down to check on us around three that would be about right." "Sleeping pills? Aren't those normally for over night?" he asked. "Well, I take a small dosage, don't worry I've done it before," she answered. "Ok, I'll do my best, you can count on me," he replied. She suddenly grabbed his hand and put it up against her chest. She meant to take his hand with both hands and hold it against her heart as a gesture of appreciation, but he flinched and his open hand ended up right on her left breast. He instinctively squeezed lightly and felt its softness. "Ooops, no, that's not what I was trying to do," she said, as she got hold of his hand again. "I really appreciate how much help you've given me, OK?. You said the other day that I was part of your family. That was so sweet. You and the baby mean a lot to me too, I'm not sure what shape I'd be in right now if it weren't for you." Her words and her touch invoked an emotional response in him which he tried to suppress. It also started to make him hard, but that was no surprise, his jeans had tightened and loosened several times already that morning. After a couple minutes of silence between them he prepared his lunch, but the conversation resumed. "So, Vicki, if you go out tonight, what do you think you guys will do?" he was curious. "Oh, if my friend Mindy comes out, who knows, she's crazy, we could end up at a bar doing shots. But I guess we'll just have a nice dinner and maybe a few drinks." Nanny Neurosis "I'm sure it will be fun," he said. "Yeah but what I really wish is that someone was getting married so we'd have an excuse for a bachelorette party. Mindy has been known to bring male strippers with her to that kind of thing. You know sometimes those guys are full service entertainment. I think I need a hunky stranger right now." He gave a nervous laughter. "Oh, too much? Sorry. Just telling you what I'm thinking. You're not a good dancer, are you Greg?" He shook his head with furled eyebrows. "Too bad, maybe I could have had a gig for you." She giggled, then sighed and added, "but nobody's getting married right now." It was too ridiculous for a response. Now the baby was fed and Vicki went with her into the front room to play and read a few books before nap time. He finished up the rest of his lunch. After he filled his cup with water and headed back upstairs to work, a strange thing happened. His daughter was running (or toddling at 14 months) across his path with Vicki chasing her. Maybe she was trying to catch her for a diaper change, or maybe she was just having fun with her. But when Vicki looked up to see Greg walking down the hallway, she flinched and grabbed the baby by the arm. It caused his daughter to spin around and fall down on the hardwood floor. The little girl hit on her bottom first and landed on the back of her head. It wasn't a severe fall, toddlers at that age fell constantly after all. But of course there was some water works and Vicki consoled her. Vicki was on her feet squatting down while hugging the baby. Her dress was comfortably situated over her feet. She then apologized to Greg. "Sorry Greg, it was either that or you were about to get an eyeful." He didn't know what to say, he just gave a puzzled look. "I just reacted instinctively to keep my dress down," she added. "No problem, kids fall all the time," he said. When he sat down at his desk, his mind was cluttered. What was Vicki wearing underneath that dress? Obviously not her khaki shorts. The thought sent shivers down his spine. But then his thoughts wandered back to her breasts. He had been preoccupied during lunch after the feel he had accidentally copped. He was no more calm now than before lunch. He kept thinking of pulling her top down and caressing those incredible soft, supple tits. She was a B cup he guessed, but they were just the right size for his hands which he now new from experience. She was definitely not wearing a bra. And now he wondered if she was wearing any panties at all. His mind continued to wander, he started to lose touch with reality again. As the time passed that afternoon, he forced himself to sit there, staring at the computer screen. The schematics blurred in front of him, he simply couldn't focus. Now he decided to take a stroll, get some more water, sometimes that helped. It was quiet downstairs, he surmised that Vicki's sleeping pills had kicked in by now, she would be sleeping next to the crib in the back room. He went downstairs. As he reached the landing and turned toward the kitchen he caught a glimpse of someone in the front room. He looked up and saw Vicki was lying on her stomach on the couch. He was puzzled by that, but he continued toward the kitchen. He tiptoed to avoid any squeaky floorboards. At the sink he quietly filled his cup and took a nice long drink. Hopefully it would cool him off. He took a deep breath. He thought of exiting the back door and taking a walk around the block. Yes, that's what he needed. But as he was about to unlock the back door, he puzzled again. Why had Vicki gone to sleep in the front room? Devious thoughts flooded his brain. He tiptoed back to the front room and stared at her. She looked knocked out. And she looked gorgeous. Like his previous obsessions he had transformed this simple looking woman into the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. But what was wrong with that, its the same thing that goes on with any love relationship, right? Seeing her lying there with that dress on, drugged up with sleeping pills, she was so vulnerable. She certainly trusted him. But why was she sleeping here, when it would have been 10 times easier for her to wake up with the baby if she had been in the back room? Then he thought of the sleeping pills. Who takes a sleeping pill for an afternoon nap? It didn't make sense to him, or was his mind trying to twist things? He couldn't help kneeling beside her. She was sleeping with her head turned toward the outside of the couch so that he could see the left side of her face. He nervously kept checking for any reaction. He wanted to touch her legs so bad, but of course that was out of the question. But her dress could be repositioned, couldn't it, that wouldn't disturb her. Trembling, he carefully lifted up her dress. He gasped as he folded the skirt above her waist. She wasn't wearing anything underneath... Oh, wait, no, she was. It wasn't her normal thong, this one was what he thought was called a T-back gstring. There was nothing but a tiny string going down her crack. But he wasn't thinking about the thong, he was lost in her gorgeous ass. He felt like such a perv just staring at her butt. His hands were dying to squeeze it, and rub it down. And he wanted his hand on the inside of her thigh. He was crazy for the way a woman's inner thigh felt. As he took a closer look between her legs, he could see a bit of the tiny patch of cloth covering her pussy. Strangely, it looked damp. How could that be? He didn't understand a woman's plumbing, but wet panties felt like an invitation more than anything. He started to think this whole sleeping pill thing was a ruse. She had set this whole thing up, she wanted to be seduced by him without directly asking for it. He was trembling again as he let go of the conscious control of his hands. He watched her face for any hint of consciousness as he lightly touched her ass. Nothing. If she was acting, she was damn good. He slowly lowered all ten fingers and then his palms onto her juicy ass. He was petting it softly, squeezing, caressing, everything he had wanted for so long. It was intoxicating. His cock was trying to burst out of his pants. He was losing all inhibition. Now his pants were down, his cock bubbling with pre-cum was pressed against her hip. He took hold of his cock with his left hand and rubbed it against her hip, while his right hand continued caressing her ass. Then he lowered his right hand and squeezed her succulent inner thigh. As he squeezed that part of her, more daylight flooded her body and he could definitely see moisture oozing out of her. He kept listening for any change in her breathing rhythm; she was taking deep breaths for sure but he couldn't decipher them. Maybe she was having a wet dream as he played with her? He thought of what she said about wanting a stranger, he assumed she wanted to be screwed. Then he risked speaking. 'Vicki, I know what you need. Keep pretending if you want, but I'm going to fulfill you." He thought he might have seen her blink, he wasn't sure. He chuckled in his head at what he had said, 'fulfill you?'. If she had been awake, wouldn't she have laughed at that? What was he doing? But he wasn't going to stop now. If she woke up, she would not resist him, would she? He was convinced the answer was no. He moved her dress up a little further, and he saw that tattoo up close. So hot. And he saw her gstring had ties on both hips. He untied them. He carefully pulled the string down out of her, uncovering her juicy cunt. Wow, she was well endowed there if that made any sense. She had very well developed labia which he imagined sucking greedily. His hand desperately wanted to get to know her and it did so. He rubbed the outside of her cunt and confirmed her wetness. His fingers stretched underneath her searching for her clit. Well it wasn't hard to find. There was a well defined bump of flesh there. It was nothing like the tiny thing his wife owned which he sometimes had difficulty locating in the heat of the moment. He took his finger tip to it and carefully watched and listened for any reaction. He was sure her breathing had changed. But he realized his mind would make up any excuse right now to keep going. It didn't matter. He kept working her clit with his finger, stroking it in different patterns. He kept watching and listening. If this was working for her, she would eventually lose control, right? She was definitely breathing heavier now, and he thought he saw her mouth flinch once or twice. That was enough. He stood up for a second as he grabbed hold of her left leg and moved it slightly off the couch. He watched as her labia opened up like a blooming flower. Good grief, his cock was dripping pre-cum down off his balls and on to her ass. Maybe he would just rub his cock and shoot his cum all over her ass and tattoo and get the heck out of there. Wouldn't that be a surprise for he when she woke up? But no, he couldn't do that. He had promised her now and he had to deliver. If there was any boundary between fantasy and reality left in his mind at that point, it was disappearing now. He got his right knee on the outside of her right leg and his left knee inside her left leg. With his right hand supported up above her head on the arm of the couch, he positioned himself to penetrate her. His left hand grabbed his cock and pushed it down. He paused as it hovered over her wrinkled star. What a cute little asshole she had. He moved his cock down on to it and gave it a pre-cum moistened kiss. Then he lowered his cock further and found her waiting pussy. Her cunt opened easily for his dick as he slowly sunk down inside her. He had the image in his head of a venus fly trap clamping down on its prey. Her ploy had worked he thought, she was going to get fucked while she pretended to be asleep. This was certainly nothing like his wife's tiny cunt, which had trouble taking him all the way down. This woman's pussy was built more for his cock. From his angle of penetration, his dick rubbed against the front wall of her vagina and soothed him infinitely. He wanted to grab hold of her hips and give it to her the way he knew she wanted it, but maybe there was some lingering doubt after all. What the hell was he doing? He was probably going to find out one way or another in a minute or two. He would find out how far she wanted to take this ruse. He slowly increased the pace of his movements. Already he was fighting the urge to cum, but he wasn't 18 anymore, he could control it. But he really had no choice but to go slow for now. He controlled his breathing, controlled his strokes, watched her face. He carefully concentrated while doing this for what felt like several minutes. After a while, his rhythm changed a bit. Instead of a constant frequency, he pauses at the entrance to her pussy and then plunged in to her more forcefully. Her body was bouncing on the couch a bit, she would soon be awake if she wasn't already. He kept going. Then he saw her bite her lip. He lost his concentration, and his canoe passed the point of no return and headed straight for the waterfall. In those few seconds as his orgasm mounted, he grabbed hold of her hips and lifted her up. He plowed his cock into her rapidly. He saw she was up on her elbows now, clearly awake, and looking back behind her with astonishment. She just gave out a few breathless grunts as he felt his cock starting to spurt. He could feel the cum rushing out of him. It was an intense orgasm, it felt like he was having a convulsion, he kept thrusting into her as if out of control. One jet of cum after another came out of him, filling her cunt up. In the last throes of his orgasm, he tried to reach her cervix. She was making continuous guttural sounds now as she braced herself to meet each thrust. He continued fucking her right through his orgasm, not stopping until he was completely spent. He was about to fall back on the couch, but Vicki spoke up. "No, Greg, you can't stop. You're fucking me now, I'll tell you when you're done." It was a shock to hear her voice, his reality crashed against fantasy, but both were still intact. He had no intention of disappointing her now that things were all out in the open. He slowed down for a moment to gather himself. She reached down for her pussy and started rubbing her clit. He felt her fingers graze against his cock as if to measure his girth. He was regaining his composure; his cardio routines were paying off now as he caught his breath. His cock hadn't wavered, it was as hard as when he started. He reached underneath her for her tits. They felt so soft and incredible in his hands. As he thrust forward into her, he used her tits as grips, and then he would relax and squeeze repeatedly. "Ohh yes, Greg, that's right. I can't believe I'm letting you do this to me. Please don't stop." Her pussy was so cum filled, he wished he could stop and towel off his cock so he could feel some friction. But this was all about her now, he needed her to cum badly. He just followed her orders. When she said 'faster', he sped up, when she said 'pull my hair', he grabbed it. She was loud and it wasn't long after she started getting close that they heard the baby crying. It made no difference, they were on a train that couldn't be stopped. Now she was the one convulsing, he felt a surge of fluid drenching his cock. She was a squirter, incredible. Prior to that he wasn't ready to cum, but when he saw the juices flooding out of her, he started gushing again. They moaned in sync together as they shivered and squirmed through their orgasms. Now there was a lot of heavy breathing, and he slumped back on to the couch exhausted. It took a minute for them to catch their breaths. She didn't say anything, she just got up, grabbed her thong and rushed to the bathroom. She might have been pissed off, he wasn't sure. He heard her muttering in the bathroom. "Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God". The downstairs bathroom was right next to the front room, so he could hear pretty well. He heard the sound of their cum flowing out of her in to the toilet. He got up and headed back upstairs, wanting to avoid any confrontation for now. He stood next to his door and listened. A few minutes later she finally emerged from the bathroom and went to the back bedroom. He didn't see or speak to her for the rest of the day. When they finally discussed the matter the next week, she didn't admit to any ploy. She claimed she had been asleep until he had lifted her up. But she had remembered everything from inside a vivid dream. It had been Esteban in her dream, but she admitted to losing her mind in excitement after she woke up and realized what was happening. And she admitted to cumming again in the bathroom through clitoral stimulation. And countless times since then thinking about it. She was not interested in a conscious sexual relationship with him, but she thanked him for the 'hottest thing that had ever happened to her'. She told him he got one more chance to caress her, and gave him a long passionate kiss that he would never forget. Over the next few days and weeks, things slowly got back to normal.. Meanwhile, his nanny neurosis continued...