Monica, Simon and Katie

Monica, Simon and Katie — Part 1

A young wife gets to know the new nanny

(Author’s note: For me the setup is half the fun. I have to have enough of a story to make the events believable. This is what I try to do. I hope you enjoy it and please, share your comments.

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“So, how’s the new nanny working out? What’s her name? Kathy?”

“It’s Katie and so far, she’s great!” It was Friday night, Teddy was down, Simon had changed into shorts, a tee shirt and sandals. We were just finishing dinner and relaxing into the weekend after a hectic week.

I said, “I know it’s only been a week but, really, she seems like a remarkable young woman. She seems very ‘giving’. She was here a little early every day. She seems to want to know what our expectations are so she can meet them. She’s cheerful. She seems to love kids. It’s like she doesn’t have a sullen or selfish bone in her body. Not like Samantha was.”

“Well, that all sounds good. Are we waiting for the other shoe to drop?”

“Maybe. But so far, I can’t see it. Shut up in my office as I am, we haven’t had a whole lot of interaction but she’s always appeared confidant, capable and comfortable in her own skin. She’s resourceful. The other day, Teddy wanted zwieback and she didn’t know what he was asking. Instead of bugging me, she opened the cupboards and carried Teddy around till he pointed out the box. Clever, huh?”

Simon looked at me with faint skepticism. “Sounds good. Does she have any drawbacks?”

I paused for a moment and then said, “Well, her attire is a little peculiar. The other day, she had on a little short skirt that seemed a bit risqué. But under it she was wearing shorts. You know, like athletic trunks. So she couldn’t be faulted for flashing exactly but still….

“And I have noticed that she doesn’t wear a bra. In all honesty her boobs are almost non-existent so that’s not strictly a problem. It’s just slightly peculiar. In a sweater or sweatshirt, I would have no way of knowing but the other day, she had on a snug tee shirt and her pointy little nipples were rather obvious.”

Simon, I saw, was paying close attention. “Hmm,” he said.

“It’s not like she’s got movie star good looks or anything. Between her funny shaped nose and those glasses, she looks pretty nerdy to me. But her ‘free spirit’ and sparkling eyes make her an appealing young woman. When she leaves here and goes off to class in the afternoons, I bet she gets some attention from the boys at the college.”

“You mean like this?” Simon got up from his chair and came around behind mine.

“They might try something like this,” he said and pulled my hair back behind my ear, bending down. He licked my ear and nibbled at my neck.

“I don’t know if they would be that forward,” I said with a certain dreaminess.

“Well maybe they would…” Here, he reached down and grabbed my boobs, one in each hand. “Of course, from what you say, their hands wouldn’t be nearly as full as mine. But still, with no bra, they might be tempted…”

While this was feeling really good, I got an idea.

“Wait here a minute,” I said.

I hurried to the bedroom and stripped naked. I rummaged around till I found a white dressy tee shirt in a satiny lycra fabric that clung. I also had a short little skirt, like a tennis skirt. I slipped into just these two things and looked in the mirror. My tits now were a little ‘motherly’ but they still stood out on their own. My nipples were rather large compared to Katie’s but Simon’s hands had them pointing all the same. There was a very slight paunch left over from childbearing but I had managed to keep my weight in check and my legs looked good. I was glad I had shaved everything from my neck down earlier that day.

I went back to the kitchen and sat back down. Simon was just finishing loading the dishwasher. He turned around and smiled.

“So, this is what those college boys are checking out all day long, eh?”

He came around behind me again, reached over and grabbed my boobs again and whispered in my ear, “I don’t see how they could possibly learn anything!”

I closed my eyes and relaxed as he nibbled my ear and made little chills run down my spine. At the same time his fingers were working at both my nipples. After a few minutes he stood up and moved toward his chair.

“Hang on a minute there,” I said and grabbed the waistband of his shorts. He stopped and I quickly undid the button and zipper. The shorts dropped and I was happy to see that he, too, went commando this evening. His lovely cock quickly swelled up to half staff.

He stepped out of the shorts, sat in his chair and said, “So, what should we do now?”

“Well, I’d like to sit in your lap,” I answered.

He glanced down at his rising prong and said, “Be my guest!”

I went over and straddled his legs facing him. This put my breasts at about mouth-height and he got the gist. He leaned in and started nudging my nipple through the thin fabric of my tee shirt with his nose. He grabbed my boob in both hands and rubbed his face around the nipple. His scratchy beard sent little thrills through me. Then he started nipping at my nub with his teeth. Looking down I enjoyed watching him enjoy himself. Then he just took as much of my clothed tit in his mouth as he could and sucked and tongued hungrily.

“I hope you’re not getting spaghetti sauce on my nice clean tee shirt,” I said.

He looked up, smiled and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll cover the cleaning bill.”

Then he attacked my other breast in the same manner.

I was staying astride his lap by holding onto the chair back. I took one hand from the chair and reached down between us and found his now-stiff cock. I also found that the head was already wet and slippery. So, I fondled while he sucked.

Slightly curious, I reached under the hem of my little skirt and found that I, too, was getting wet and slippery. I hooked my heels around the back chair legs and scooched forward till my mound was bumping his pecker. He glanced up at me as he realized that I was naked under the skirt and I sensed his approval. I added some grinding to the bumping and we were getting pretty worked up.

I’d had enough of the chair. I disengaged from him and stood back up.

“I could make better use of you if you were lying down,” I said.

He looked at the tile floor doubtfully.

“Here,” I said and dragged a throw rug from the back hallway, straightened it and pointed at it. I grabbed his cock and gave it an encouraging squeeze and he gave in, laying down on his back.

I carefully stepped so that my feet were either side of his head, heels at his shoulders. His view was right up under my little skirt but I couldn’t tell how much he could see. I undid the snap and zipper at the side and let it drop, draping over his head and face. I stepped out of the skirt and flung it aside. Then I resumed my position right above his face.

“This is a picturesque view,” he said. “Where’s my camera?”

With a little side-to-side waggle, I slowly crouched down into a squatting position till my bottom parts were right over his chin. He responded by lifting his head enough to start lapping at my pussy. My balance was a little precarious so I fell forward to support myself on my arms. This gave him a better angle on my goodies so that he could involve my clitoris. With him licking and me twitching forward and backward, it was feeling glorious.

After climbing the hill toward orgasm for a while, my arms and legs were tiring so I relocated to kneeling astride his belly. I slid down to get his slippery boner right under my slippery pussy. Then I slid back and forth on it for a while and we both headed up the orgasm hill. Finally, hands free, I slid him inside me all with one go.

“Ahh…” we both said at the same time. We smiled at each other and I leaned down and kissed Simon. Our tongues dueled each other for a few passionate moments. But there was love in that kiss also.

Eventually, I sat back up and started rocking and bobbing. With me on top, I was grinding my clit on his pubic bone as his other bone bounced around my g-spot.

“I’m really close…” I breathed.

“Me too,” he gasped back.

I came pretty soon and Simon managed to come right along with me. That doesn’t happen very often but it did that night, right there on the kitchen floor.

I stretched out straight right on top of him. With my head on his shoulder and his arms around my back, both breathing hard, we gradually recovered. As his erection subsided, it plopped out of me. We realized there was a wet mess down there.

“Sorry about the rug,” he said.

“Ah, it’s a throw rug. I’ll just throw it in the washer.”

“You have all the answers,” he said, smiling.

“More wine?” I asked.

“Good idea!” he responded.

After scurrying around to clean up ourselves and the rug, we both sat at the kitchen table again, each wearing only our tee shirts.

My thoughts returned to Katie.

“You know, there’s something else about Katie. She’s kind of ‘touchy-feely’. Which is great for Teddy. She plays with him physically and he loves it. Like, she’ll tickle him till he’s giggling madly. He loves it.”

“Do I hear a ‘but’ coming?” Simon said.

“It’s hard to explain. ‘But’ I feel she’s the same way with me. No, she doesn’t tickle me but she is not uncomfortable being physically close to me either. If we’re side by side, looking at something, on the kitchen counter say, our arms might touch and she doesn’t seem to notice or care or…. Oh, I don’t know. It’s as if she’s so happy to be alive she would be perfectly fine with snuggling and hugging me. Or maybe anybody! I don’t know…. It’s not bad in any way. It’s just different. Kind of refreshing, you know?”

“So if I should come home and find you snuggling with the nanny, I shouldn’t make too much of it,” Simon said with a wry smile.

“Well, I’m not saying that it’s sexual.” I thought for a moment. “But I’m not saying that it’s NOT sexual either. It’s as if she’s such free spirit that there’s not much boundary between sexual or not. Oh, I don’t know….”

We each sipped our wine and were quiet for a moment.

Simon said, “Monica, Years ago, when we were first dating, you mentioned having a sexual experience with a girl at college. Do you ever think about that?”

I gave him a long look and said, “Very perceptive. I hadn’t given it a thought for years. Until now. What’s going on here, Simon? Am I being seduced? By the nanny? I can’t see it. If I am, it’s the most subtle seduction ever.”

“It may just be my opinion but I do have some good evidence: you can be rather ‘touchy-feely’ yourself. If the last hour or so is anything to go by, you have a great capacity for giving and receiving physical pleasure. If the nanny inspires that, then I say let’s keep her on. At least until Teddy starts college.”

We grinned at each other.

I said, “So if you came home and found me snuggling with the nanny you wouldn’t be upset?”

“Hell no. I’d crawl right in and snuggle with you.”

He said it lightly but I gave him a raised eyebrow. “Oh, you would, would you?”

“Sure. I can be ‘touchy-feely’ too you know.”

Only half seriously I said, “Well, I better not come home and find you touching and feeling the nanny behind my back.

“But seriously, what if Katie and I got carried away sometime? Where would you be with that?”

He thought for a minute and said, “We’ve got a good marriage, a house, a kid, good jobs and a long bright future. Anything that wrecks that would be a tragedy. On the other hand, in the sex-is-fun category, it’s not unheard of to have a little extramarital experimentation if everything is above board.

“But it seems to me,” he continued, “that we are getting carried away. We’re a long way from your arms touching at the kitchen counter.”

“You’re absolutely right,” I said giving my head a shake.

I got up and went behind his chair. I bent down, cradled his head between my breasts, kissed the top of his head and said, “I love you. Let’s go to bed.”

The doorbell rang and I answered the door.

“Hi, Mrs H.!” Katie said with a big smile.

“Good morning, Katie. How are you doing?”

“Couldn’t be better! Can’t wait to see our little guy.”

“He’s in his highchair finishing his breakfast. I have to be on a conference call soon but I had a couple things to tell you.”

“Sure. Shoot.”

“First, you might as well call me Monica. I don’t feel old enough to be a Mrs. yet.”

“Of course, Monica. No problem. And you are not old.” She grinned in an infectious way that involved her twinkling blue eyes.

I smiled back. “Thank you.

“And you might as well just come in the back door. It’s always unlocked by the time you get here. If you don’t see me, just give me a yell when you arrive so I know you are here. OK?”

“Got it!”

“Now, remember last week when you were leaving and I was taking Teddy to play with a little girl named Amy?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, Amy’s mom and I — Callie, by the way — agreed to standing play dates. Teddy will go over there Tuesdays from 9:00 to noon and Amy will come here Thursdays, same time. So, you will have three Teddy-free hours on Tuesday but two kids for three hours on Thursdays. OK, so far?”

“Sure! Sounds fun.”

“Callie knows I’m working so she’ll do the pick-up and drop-off duty. If you have him ready to go by 9:00 and everything is under control here, you can study or whatever till he gets back. But then on Thursday, you’ll have two little rascals to keep track of. What do you think?”

“Sounds fine! It’ll be fun to watch them socializing!”

“Katie you’re a treasure!”

She grabbed my forearm with both her hands and said, “Not at all, Mrs. — I mean Monica. This is looking like the best job I ever had.”

For some reason, I reached out and squeezed her shoulder and said, “Well, good then. I gotta go…”

Tuesday morning, I sensed an unnatural quiet settle on the house. I ventured out of my office and out to the kitchen. Katie was there wiping down the table. Since she was on the short side, she had to lean pretty far over to get the whole table. I couldn’t help noticing what nice legs she had. She was wearing a shirt dress that buttoned all the way up the front. It was a very light cotton print material and while not really see-thru it wasn’t opaque either. She was wearing some very bright panties — pink or orange — that were hard not to notice through her dress. As I watched her finish, I couldn’t detect a bra strap. Minimalist fashion choices, I thought: panties, a simple dress and two sandals. A braided bracelet, a thin gold chain around her neck holding the word ‘LOVE’ as a pendant and a blue streak in her dark brown hair completed the package. “Darling” is the word that came to my mind.

I shook my head to change track.

“Looks like everything’s under control here. Did the hand-off go ok?”

“Yup,” she said, grinning. “We’re running a well-oiled machine out here.”

I put the kettle on the stove and got out a mug and a teabag.

I smiled back at Katie and said, “Good to hear. You’ve got a few hours to rest up for Thursday. Your turn in the barrel.”

“I’m not worried,” she said. “It’ll be fun!”

“I’ll be back when the water boils,” I said and headed back down the hall. Naturally, the phone was ringing as I entered the office.

A few minutes later, my elbows were on the desk, my eyes were closed and I was rubbing my temples.

“Monica, what’s wrong?” I heard from behind me.

Katie set down the mug, a spoon and napkin and put her hand on my shoulder.

“Oh, it’s just work,” I said with a sigh. “I had probably 15 or 20 hours into this proposal due in a few days. I just got a call that the project was cancelled so all that time was a complete waste. Arrrgh!”

“I can feel the tension in your shoulder here.”

With that she started massaging the muscles at the base of my neck. It felt good.

I said, “Working from home, I don’t have the stress of commuting but all the other stress still comes with the job.”

Her hands worked up to my hair line and then down and out toward my shoulders, then down to my shoulder blades. I was wearing a tee shirt that didn’t interfere too much. I gave in to her ministrations and I really did relax.

“Mmm. I’m feeling better already. That stupid proposal wasn’t very good anyway.”

Then she surprised me: she leaned down and gave the nape of my neck a kiss. I was surprised and a little thrilled, but not shocked.

I swiveled in my chair, looked at Katie, smiled and said, “Thanks for the massage but what about the kiss?”

She got a concerned look on her face and said, “Oh, Monica, I’m so sorry. I always do that. I just go too far. It’s just that your neck looked so nice, I didn’t think. I’m sorry.”

I could see she was worried she had jeopardized her job. I reached out and took her hand. I brought it to my lips and kissed the back of her hand, just like a gentleman would.

I could see she was immediately reassured.

“Don’t give it another thought. You’re a lovely girl, Katie. Thanks for the tea and, well, everything.”

She grinned and said, “Ok. You’d better drink your tea before it gets any colder.”

Then she sort of scampered out the door and down the hall.

As it turned out, the rest of the day wasn’t very taxing with the pressure of the proposal gone. But thoughts of our little nanny out there kept intruding…

“What do you make of it?” I asked Simon that evening.

“Well, second hand, it’s hard be very precise about anything,” he said, “But I do know how you like it when somebody kisses your neck.”

I gave him a noncommittal look and said, “Mm-hmm.”

Then he said, “More importantly, what do you want to make of it?”

I thought for a moment. “Like ‘nanny with benefits’?” I speculated.

“I’m sure it wouldn’t be the first such situation,” he said.

“Well, if I found myself in such a ‘situation’, wouldn’t that constitute cheating on my husband?” I posed.

“Well, cheating almost by definition implies that it would not be with my knowledge or consent. So far, I don’t sense much concealment. In fact, this is a clear example of Kiss and Tell.”

I chuckled and said, “I guess I can’t argue with that.”

“But if I check my own anxiety, I don’t find any. I just can’t visualize you running off with the nanny to march for gay rights down at city hall. If you and Katie find a time and place where you want to ‘snuggle’, well, I feel like, good for you,” he said with a faint smile.

“Pretty liberal of you, old boy,” I said.

He looked at me for a beat and said, “I’d be lying if I said the thought of my wife fooling around with another woman wasn’t arousing. If you continue to share with me your contact with Katie, I might find some secondhand benefits.”

Here, he reached over and cupped my breast with his hand. I then reached over and put my hand on the inside of his thigh.

“You might, indeed!” I said. “Let’s go to bed.”

I went into the kitchen carrying an empty plate and soda can. Katie was cleaning up again. I knew Teddy was napping.

“How did it go with Amy today?” I asked.

“Oh, fine,” she said.

I expected a little more and I looked at her. I could see she was preoccupied, conflicted, apprehensive.

“Katie, is everything ok?”

“Oh, Monica, I don’t know what to do! My Granny has had a stroke or something.”

“Katie, I’m so sorry. Don’t worry about us. If you need to go, go. We’ll be fine.”

“No, she lives up in Chicago. But my folks are driving up there tomorrow and want me to come too. See, we don’t know how she is and well, if she doesn’t make it, it may be the last time…”

She sniffed as her eyes filled.

I handed her a napkin and said, “Katie, don’t worry. We’ll be fine. Go!”

“Are you sure? I’d have to leave early tomorrow at noon.”

“No problem at all!”

“You don’t have to pay me for the time…”

“Katie, this is an emergency. Of course we’ll pay you for two little hours.”

“And I’m not fired? I’ve only been here two weeks and…”

“Of course you’re not fired! Go. Just let us know if you will be staying into next week.”

She said, “Oh, I don’t think so. My mom will be staying with Gran and I’ll come home with my dad on Sunday.”

“See, it’s no big deal for us. You just take care of your family.”

With that, she just flew to me and hugged me tight.

“Oh, thank you so much Monica. I was so worried.”

But she didn’t let go. I hugged her back and it sort of changed from a gesture to an interaction. We held each other and she nestled into me. At first, I could feel her relief but then I sensed a need for comforting. I held her and put my hand on the back of her head. Since she is several inches shorter than me, my nose rather naturally nuzzled into her hair. It smelled very nice. Strawberry?

Another unusual thing was that our thighs were touching. Pressing against each other, really. Then she turned her head and kissed my neck again! Again, I wasn’t shocked and rather enjoyed it.

Here she pulled her head back and with a contrite look said, “Oops. Too much again?”

I smiled reassuringly and said, “I have to confess, I do like having my neck kissed.”

I guess she took this as an invitation and kissed again in the same spot. But this time she kept her lips there for a long moment and I swear I felt her tongue flicking around too. At this, my thrill-meter shot up!

She pulled back again as if to check my reaction. We looked into each other’s eyes. Hers were a deep blue and I was suddenly struck by their beauty. I bent down and found her lips with mine. Hers were firm, warm and tasty. It was just a smooch, really but it sure registered on my thrill-meter.

As if by common consent, we broke apart. We’d have to process this turn of events.

“Be sure and give your Granny our best,” I said a little lamely.

“I sure will,” she replied with a twinkle in her eye. She didn’t seem the least abashed by our little ‘encounter’.

I returned to my office hoping my shakiness wasn’t obvious.

“On the lips?” Simon asked. We were lying on our sides facing each other under the covers. Just our knees were touching.

“Right on the lips.” I answered looking straight at him.

“Hmm. Interesting. Now it’s getting hard to tell who is seducing whom.” He thought for a moment then asked, “And how do you feel about it?”

“I’ve been thinking about that. I think the word is ‘Bi-curious’.”

“Hmm. Interesting,” he said again like a psychoanalyst. “Ya know, I’m a little bi-curious myself. No, no, no! Not with another man! All sweaty and hairy. Yuchh! I mean, I’m curious about how it would be if my wife were with another woman.”

“You mean like a voyeur?”

“I hadn’t thought of that. Do our bedroom doors even have keyholes?” We chuckled.

“No,” he said, “I was thinking more as a vicarious voyeur. You just tell me what happens and satisfy my bi-curiosity. What could be simpler?” he said with a conspiratorial smile.

I moved toward him and moved my thigh between his thighs. I kissed him and said, “Well, if it’s that simple…”

We left the subject there as I sort of rolled onto him so my pussy was right on top of his thigh. I slid it up and down on his leg and we were both aware how wet I was. His junk was mashed beneath my hip but I could feel some firmness there. I rolled off, took his cock in my hand and guided him to scooch down toward the foot of the bed. I straddled his face and he immediately started lapping. I leaned forward to his now-erect cock and did some lapping of my own.

I’ve always found 69 a challenge. I have to split concentration between enjoying the sensations and delivering them to him in equal amounts. This time, I focused on my sensations. Then, unbidden, came into my mind the question: What if it were a woman licking me like that? For one thing, there’d be no day-old stubble scratching my thighs. I was surprised to find my arousal kick up a notch. Would her knowledge of the female anatomy make any difference? Simon was very good at this. Could it get any better?

All these thoughts mingled with the action on my clit and I came. I came good and hard. My legs trembled. I rose up a little to disengage from his tongue. He reached down and took my breasts in his hands which was perfect for guiding me back to the present. As he fondled my boobs and the tremors stopped, I found I was still holding his dick. It was no longer fully hard.

“I guess I got distracted,” I said and began stroking it.

“I’d say so!” he answered.

Soon he was all hard again and I took him in my mouth and began to focus properly. In the back of my mind, though, was the question, ‘what if it were a woman’s pussy I was eating?’

Bi-curiosity.

Monday morning, I thought I’d try a little something. I didn’t wear a bra. I didn’t think it was blatant or anything. I had on a tank top that wasn’t especially clingy or tight or transparent. But if I swung the girls a little, they jiggled and if my nipples should become erect and someone was looking, well….

I was putting Teddy in his highchair when I heard, “Hi, Monica. I’m here,” from the back door.

“Good morning, Katie,” I said as she entered the kitchen. “How is your grandmother?”

“She’s pretty good. The stroke wasn’t as severe as we feared. She has some numbness and slight paralysis. My mom is staying with her and she has good medical care. She’ll have physical and occupational therapy for a while but they think she’ll be ok.”

I went to her and gave her a hug. Or rather a warm embrace.

“I’m so glad to hear it. How is your mom doing?”

Still holding each other she replied, “She was a wreck before we got there but now, she sees that things are under control and I’d say she’s back to normal.”

“Good,” I said. I noticed a slight questioning look on Katie’s sweet face before I broke the embrace and opened the cupboard and said, “Tea?”

I omitted the bra again on Tuesday. This time I wore a pale-yellow short sleeve button shirt in well-worn cotton that was a little snugger and a little more transparent. I left two buttons undone. On the bottom, I had on loose black gym shorts. I thought I just looked casual. This wasn’t a seduction after all. Was it?

When I knew Teddy had gone to Amy’s, I went to the kitchen for some tea. Katie was sitting at the kitchen table looking at a laptop with a notebook open and a pen in her hand. She was wearing a simple red tube top short enough to bare her enviable flat belly and rather short cutoff jeans. The front of her tube top was only slightly contoured with two small mounds. With her dark framed glasses and the blue streak in her hair, she looked darling.

“Homework?” I asked.

“Yep,” she said.

“I won’t interrupt…” I said.

At this she put down the pen, turned in her chair to look at me and said, “Monica, I’ve been wondering about something. If I’m out of line, tell me to shut up and I’ll go back to work.”

“Oh, Katie, ask me anything and we’ll see if I answer,” I said with a grin. I turned toward her, leaned my butt against the counter, resting my hands on the edge of it sort of exposing my cleavage and projecting my rack.

“I noticed you weren’t wearing a bra yesterday and apparently not today either.”

I looked at her still smiling, “Well, it appears to me you don’t wear one and I thought it might be refreshing, freeing to try it too.”

“I’m flattered that you would take fashion cues from me, Monica, but I don’t wear one because my tits are so small. I’d be thrilled if I had something to fill a bra like you do.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” I said. “It’s been nice going braless the last couple days but I can only get away with it around the house with no company around. Present company excepted of course. You can enjoy that freedom almost any time, any place.”

Here, she looked at me intently.

“Still,” I said as I put my hands under my breasts and hefted them a little through my shirt, “they are kind of nice at times.”

She got up and came to me. She put her hand under mine and said, “May I…?”

I returned my hands to the edge of the countertop and said, “Be my guest.”

Standing a little to my side she put her left hand under my right boob and cradled it gently. She lifted it and massaged it slightly with her fingers.

“Hmm,” she said with combination of studiousness and pleasure. Still with my shirt between her hand and my breasts she did the same to my right one.

“They’re more than ‘kind of nice’ Monica. They’re wonderful!”

I decided to really take a plunge.

“Would you like to see…?” I asked as I moved my hands to undo another button.

“Oh, yess,” she replied with enthusiasm.

Still leaning with my butt against the counter, I got my shirt all the way undone, spread the lapels wide and returned my hands to either side. I may have pulled my shoulders back some with the idea of enhancing my bust. Looking down at my boobs as if through Katie’s eyes, I saw they were very white, nicely rounded and the pale pink nipples were standing out and crinkly looking.

I held that pose as she again put her hand under the left one. Again, she hefted and massaged but also rolled my nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She was playing with my breast with real interest! I could hardly believe what had transpired but it was feeling very nice.

Katie then moved more directly in front of me and got both hands involved, each playing with a breast.

“These are wonderful, Monica,” she said again.

I saw her face was moving forward till I could feel her breath on my chest.

She looked up at me hopefully and said again, “May I…?”

Part of me was unable to believe what was happening but I smiled down at her and said, “Please do!”

While holding both my tits in her hands, she poked out a pointed tongue and just flicked the end of the bud on my right one. I felt a more intense thrill go through me — not just from the sensation but also from the wild situation right here in the kitchen.

She became more intent with her tongue as the sensations continued. Then she involved her lips and eventually her teeth. She nibbled and tugged, keeping to a fine line between pleasure and pain. As if by intuition, she knew when enough was enough and moved to my left one and repeated the treatment. It was heavenly!

And it’s hard to explain but it’s as if reality had shifted somewhat and I was in a different place, a different world, a different life. Surreal? Psychedelic? Something like that.

In this new world, I removed my right hand from the edge of the counter and placed it on one of the mounds in the front of Katie’s tube top. She stopped what she was doing and looked up at me.

“Ya know, fair is fair,” I said.

She got my meaning right away and, in an instant, pulled that tube top right up over her head and off. I smiled down at her and place my hands on her little boobs. Since I’m taller than her the angle wasn’t right. I went and pulled a chair out from the table, turned it toward her and sat down.

“Bring those sweet things over here,” I said.

With no bashfulness, she came over to me, arms at her sides and stood between my knees facing me. I put my hands on her hips and studied her tits. They were amazing! They were quite flat to her chest but her nipples were very prominent. They were dark and rather large. The bud in the middle seemed to like to stand up all the time which is why she had those noticeable points in the front of her tee shirts.

I looked up at her and said, “These are so nice! You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Oh, I’m not ashamed of them. I enjoy them rather a lot actually. It’s just that sometimes I think it would be fun to have bigger ones like yours.”

Still in this otherworldly atmosphere I just looked up at her face. As if in answer to my unspoken question, she came forward just a little and put her hands on my shoulders.

I raised both my hands to her mounds and circled them with my fingertips. Her skin was smooth and a little darker than mine. I wondered if she sunbathed in the nude. I ran my hands around on her chest and around the sides. I slid them down to her youthful narrow waste and around to her flat tummy. This was fun!

I reached a little further around to her back and tugged her closer still. I liked that our legs were touching, her knees to the insides of my knees. I stuck out my tongue and lapped from the bottom of her left boob, up over the nipple and continued another couple inches beyond.

She squealed. I did the same to her right one. She squealed again.

Gradually, I homed in on her nipples and sort of clamped my mouth over as much of her boob as I could get, sucked and then flicked the proud little nub of her nipple with my tongue. She squealed again. She moved her hands to my head and her fingers were in my hair as she encouraged my attentions. I switched to the other one for the same treatment.

This went on for a while but real reality started creeping into my consciousness. I was wondering about the time, Teddy’s return, my work in the office. I stopped kissing her tits, turned my head, reached around to her back and hugged her with my ear to her chest. I may have squeezed my thighs to her legs a little, too. She kind of hugged my head to her in return.

“Your heart is beating away in there,” I said.

“It sure is!” she replied.

As the alternate reality receded, questions were left in its wake. Like, “What the fuck?”

I dropped my arms, she backed away and I pulled my shirt closed and started buttoning. She headed for her tube top on the counter.

As if on cue, the phone in my office started keening softly.

“I have to get that,” I said.

“Of course,” she replied.

Ten minutes later, I returned to the kitchen. She looked up from her schoolwork.

“Forgot my tea,” I said with a grin.

“Understandable,” she replied with a grin of her own.

I opened the front door even before Simon had a chance to put his key in the lock. He was surprised not just from the door opening but by my outfit. I was still wearing the shirt from this morning, still no bra. I had taken off the gym shorts when I found the crotch was soaked. I changed panties, too but the fresh ones were already moistening. I relieved him of his keys and briefcase. I tossed the keys on the table, the briefcase on the couch, turned back and glommed onto him like a barnacle. I wrapped my leg around his leg and my arms around his back. I nearly tore at his lips with mine.

After me kissing him and wriggling around in his embrace for a minute or two, we pulled our heads back and he looked at me as if to say, “What the fuck?”

I said, “Honey, I needed that and I’m gonna need some more as soon as we can get Teddy to bed.”

Later, at the dinner table, Simon asked, “So, how did you leave it?”

“Very up in the air!” I replied. “We just went about the rest of her time here as usual. It was all I could do not to run off by myself and rub one out. That will be your job pretty soon.”

“Eat up, Teddy,” I said to our son.

To Simon I said, “I don’t know what Katie thought — or did — in the aftermath. She seemed unperturbed.”

He paused, thinking for a moment and said, “Well, this is quite a turn of events. Any idea where it goes from here?”

“Well, first, in a few minutes I’m going to have my way with you.”

We both grinned.

“But Katie and I are going to have to talk. I don’t know if she is lesbian, bi- or what. She’s spoken of a roommate. I’m not even sure if it’s a male or female. Are they more than roommates? I’d like to get a better feel for the lay of the land, so to speak.

“And, I’d hate to lose a great nanny if this is going sideways.”

Simon said, “It sounds like you want to have your nanny and eat her too!”

“Ha-ha,” I said but with a smile. “Wouldn’t anybody?”

We ate quietly for a few moments.

Then I asked, “Are you ok with this?”

He reached over and grabbed my tit through my shirt and then moved his hand to the top of my bare thigh and said, “If this is the effect it has on the household, who am I to complain!”

Teddy’s bedtime story was a short one that night as I headed for our room unbuttoning my blouse. There I found Simon laying on his back on the bed, naked, eyes closed, one arm behind his head, his other hand lazily playing with his dick. It looked half hard.

“I hope I’m not interrupting,” I said as I climbed onto the bed and knelt beside him to take his cock in my mouth.

“I’ve been waiting patiently for just such an interruption…,” he said.

I didn’t suck him for very long. Just till he was stiff enough for my purposes. Then I climbed astride him and guided his boner into my waiting, eager, wet pussy. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the relief I had been putting off all afternoon. I slowly started bobbing up and down. I put a couple fingers in my mouth to lube them up. Those fingers found my clit and started rubbing in harmony with the bobbing.

I told Simon, “You just wait. I should be done here pretty soon.”

With my eyes closed, I recalled Katie’s treatment of my breasts this morning and with my other hand, started tweaking and tugging on a nipple. The pace of the bobbing and rubbing picked up pretty quickly. I was so ready, it wasn’t long before I came, more like a clap of thunder than a downpour. Whew!

“Whew,” I said as I flopped forward on Simon. “I needed that.”

“I could tell,” he replied.

After a minute or two I said, “Sorry. That was all about me.”

“Sometimes it’s fun to be used like a stud horse,” he said smiling.

“How can I thank you for your service, Sire?” I asked.

“How about…,” Here he kissed me and thrust his tongue in my mouth and wiggled it around and thrust it in and out.

I got the message and raised up letting his semi-stiff member flop out of my sloppy hole to point up toward his belly. I scooched down between his knees and stood his pole up with my hand. It was still wet and slippery and smelled of, well, me. I took the wet head into my mouth and tasted ‘me’ as I licked it all over with my tongue. I could feel his cock returning to full while I held it with my hand and licked and sucked it like a lollypop.

I knew what he really liked was to have as much of the thing as possible in my mouth. This worked best if I switched around so I was straddling his chest. This I did and, sliding him in and out of my mouth, I gradually took in a little more and a little more. I loved the way we fit each other. My nose was poking at his ball sack and the head of his cock was nestled against the back of my throat just short of making me gag. I could even make a swallowing motion which brought a moan from him.

I guess at the same time he found a pussy in his face tempting. I felt his fingers poking around. With my wetness and arousal, he had no trouble slipping a few inside me. I didn’t mind.

After several minutes of fucking him with my mouth as thoroughly as I could, he was moaning and whimpering. I knew he was close. I pulled back long enough to say, “Let ‘er rip, you big stud!” I resumed my duty and with a cry, he did. I swallowed and swallowed as he filled my mouth with hot cum. For some reason, this gave me a feeling of satisfaction, of fulfillment.

Things gradually slowed down and I rotated around and snuggled beside Simon. He turned his head toward me and I gave him a sloppy, semeny kiss. He kissed back willingly but then I said,

“I hope you won’t be offended but I’m going to go brush my teeth.”

“Wish you would,” he smiled.

The next day, I was in my more normal uniform: sweatpants, a tee shirt and a bra. As I worked in my office, I tried to be aware of what was going on in the rest of the house. I sensed when Teddy went down for a nap and headed for the kitchen.

Katie was headed out the back door with a bag of trash as I got there. She was wearing turquoise blue yoga pants and a pale yellow sweatshirt that came almost to her crotch.