sat on the table, my feet found their way on his crotch again. I raised both on his thighs and massaged him sensually using them. He started to raise his glass to his mouth but ended up putting it on the table instead. He gave me the liberty to touch him with my feet. After a while, he grabbed one foot and started to massage it, going from toe to toe. His hands were pretty good. In fact, nobody had given me a foot massage before and this one feels really, really good.
I sighed as his hands went to the soles of my foot. I liked how sensually he touches me, carefully going through every nook and cranny my foot has. He dropped it, took my hand and practically dragged me upstairs. We went to his room and before we even close the door, we were on top of each other, grasping for air.
I licked his neck as I gripped the bulge between his legs. I was desperate to have him inside me again. I quickly removed his shirt and nibbled on his shoulders, liking how taut they are. He removed my shirt again and tugged on my bra and fastened one nipple in his mouth. I cried as he bit me a little then moaned so much as pleasure replaced pain.
I sighed at the intimacy of it all. I relaxed as he sucked me more intensely, feeling him all over my breast. His tongue is pure magic, wreaking havoc all throughout my body. “I have a confession to make. My heater is perfectly working. It’s not broke.”
I moan deep in my throat. “You mean you let me see you naked on purpose?” I asked in surprise.
He moved on to the other nipple. “Yeah. You can say that.”
“Wretch!” I feigned that I wanted to be free from his embrace but I failed miserably. “Hot wretch. We’ll talk later. Finish what you’ve started.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
He was getting better in removing my clothes because in seconds, I was again completely naked. I led him to the shower and kissed him there. “What are we doing here?” He asked.
“We’re taking a bath first. I’m all sweaty.”
He chuckled. “Come here.” He opened the shower and started kissing me as the water cascaded down my body. The pressure of the water plus the sensation of his kisses drove me to the edge. I reciprocated, kissing every inch of skin that is within my reach, feeling pleasured and out of breath at the same time. He reached for a washcloth and slathered citrus scented body wash all over my body. He started gently rubbing me with the cloth, making sure that I am soaped all over. When he reached my thighs, his movements started to become more sensual. He rubbed my thighs gently, allowing creamy foam to cover my skin. He left my pussy without any suds and as he kneeled down to rub the back of my knees, his tongue started playing with my cunt. I shivered instantly.
I spread my legs and he lifted his head to lick me even better. I was totally at the mercy of his tongue. He lifted me and raised both my legs on top of his shoulders. His hand was at my lower back for support. My moans echoed inside the bathroom. I was grasping for air as the water dripped all over my face. His tongue dug inside me, making fucking movements that made me want to scream with ecstasy.
He increased the flow of the water as he licked me even faster. He settled me back on the floor and rinsed all the soap suds he made. He took a bottle of shampoo and applied some on my hair. He massaged my scalp really well then rinsed me all over. After that, he dried me up real quick using a fresh towel and wrapped it all around my body. He carried me to his bed with my hair still dripping wet. He put me down and removed my towel. “On all fours, Marge.”
Realizing what he intended, I did a crouching position and offered my ass to him. He squeezed it eagerly and gave me a hard spank. I looked at him angrily. “What the hell was that for?”
“For messing up with Kat’s brother.” He said cockily. I couldn’t believe it. He sounded like he was gloating. He spanked me again. And just when I was starting to protest, I heard another smack and felt its intensity on my posterior. “Damn you Flynn! Stop it!” He spanked me again. I felt my face getting red and before I knew it, tears were falling down my face.
I sobbed really hard and went on the farthest side of the bed, propping a pillow in front of me as if for protection. “I never knew you were such as cry baby.” He boasted.
“I never knew Kat has a bastard of a brother!”
He raised his hand as if to hit me on the face and I recoiled and buried my face in my hands. He dragged me to the middle of the bed and looked at me. “You will do as I say, Marge. Everything.”
The Knot and a Not
Babysitters are a sore spot for me. I have two kids who need somebody to look after them when my husband and I are away. I have had three babysitters in the best and all of them were great. However, after hearing my friends’ stories about how their husbands are having a “party” with the babysitter whenever they are not home, I started feeling vicariously traumatized. I recently told my husband that JUST to be on the safe side, I think we are better off having a male baby sitter. Anyway, my kids are two boys-Trance and Ken.
My husband never argued with me about the matter. He is very understanding when it comes to most cases and for that, I am immensely grateful. After that conversation, we started placing ads for a male nanny. He was the one who conducted the interview since I was busy. What started out as 15 applicants boiled down to 1-Matt Edwards.
My husband said that he chose him because he seems really nice, has great experience, and he seems “kid friendly”. I trust my husband’s judgment on most things so I didn’t dig deeper about the nanny. As long as he does the job really well and that he treats my boys nicely, then we’re fine.
I was getting dressed for work when the door bell rang. My husband left a few minutes ago. Thinking he must have left something, I didn’t bother with a robe. I was wearing a rose coloured chemise with no bra and my underwear. I opened the door and instead of my husband, it was a very handsome young man who stood there.
“Yes?”
“Good morning. You must be Mrs. Cay. I’m Matt Edwards.”
“Hi Matt. Please come in.” Just then, his eyes went over my body and I realized that I was scantily dressed. “Please sit down. I’m just gonna grab a robe.” I went upstairs in a flash but I could have sworn that his gaze followed me all the way up. Truth be told, that added an extra oomph to my every step. It’s crazy, I know. I returned a second later, now wearing a robe. Perfect timing because the kids just woke up and I introduced them to Matt. They seem to like him from what I can see and so I proceeded to say a couple of reminders to him. After that, I went upstairs to fix myself for the day.
I don’t know why but I suddenly felt all giddy as I continued dressing up. I wore a mauve wrap around dress, donned my nude pumps, and sprayed my favourite Chanel Chance hair fragrance. I feel like a goddamn teenager but I don’t care. I swiped red gloss on my lips and made my way downstairs. I bid my boys goodbye and went to work. Still, I felt Matt’s gaze as I walked away.
I jokingly talked about this to a colleague. “No. Not your babysitter!”
“Why not?” I asked innocently.
“Stop acting like you don’t know.” She countered.
“Fine. So he looked at me in a very odd, lusty way but it doesn’t mean I’m gonna act on it. Stop being too prissy.”
“I’m not being prissy. I am trying to be the voice of reason.”
“Okay, Reese. I won’t mess up with him. Besides, I love Roy.”
“That’s great to hear Vicky.”
I looked at her and smiled. What does she know? Reese is a 35 year old virgin and still single. She does not appreciate the many complicated facets of relationships or marriage for that matter. Anyway, maybe it’s just hormones. I’ll get past this.
I went home around 6 pm, but I was still scheduled to do some office work at home. My husband is not yet home, probably still with the boys for some beers. I got out of my pumps and went to check out the kids, who are still in their rooms. I decided to make some chicken nuggets and mashed potatoes for dinner. Sounds fancy right, but yeah I can cook.
