A Loving Family Ch. 02

All day at work Trevor worried about the line he'd crossed the night before. Even on the conference call where he should have been worried about getting the quarterly numbers right, he just couldn't focus on anything else. He shouldn't have gotten drunk last night, and he definitely shouldn't have dumped all that baggage on his nanny. If Marcy found out she'd cut off his balls, he was sure of that, but if she found out he'd actually kissed Evelyn, she'd make him choke to death on them instead.

That wasn't even the worst part though. He doubted that Evelyn would actually tell his wife, because the worst part was that she'd kissed him back. He'd had a hard enough time dealing with the constant hard-ons he was getting from his nubile neighbor already, but the knowledge that he could probably have her whenever he wanted combined with the nonstop blue balls his wife was giving him was going to drive him insane eventually.

At least she hadn't caught him jerking off, he sighed, pushing back from his desk and leaning back in his office chair. If she'd caught him with his dick in his hand jerking off to the twenty-something porn starlets he could find that most resembled her there was no way he wouldn't have ended up tossing her over the back of the couch and doing her from behind. That it didn't happen that way was both one more and one less regret that he'd have to deal with today.

Trevor managed to suffer the rest of the way through his day, before leaving at four to start heading home. He'd texted with Marcy off and on, and it was clear that she was going to have another late night. That made him grip the steering wheel tighter in frustration. She'd dived back into the corporate world, with both feet, and was determined to make Vice President at her firm in the next year or two even if it killed her, or him for that matter. He'd tried to persuade her that they didn't really need the money, and that even with her out of work for half a year, they'd done just fine, but she didn't care. Marcy might tell him it was about their savings rate or that they needed to buy a bigger home, but he'd come to grips with the truth weeks ago. This was all about her.

He sighed, and turned up his music a little louder. This wasn't what he'd signed up for, but he had no idea what he was supposed to do about it. Eventually he wanted to recommend couples counseling, but he had to wait for some part of their lives to blow up because of it. It had to. They both couldn't keep working fifty and sixty hour weeks and expect everything to be fine. If it weren't Eveyln being on call pretty much whenever they needed her because she lived next door then something important probably would have already come apart at the seams. Bringing her up almost immediately made him think about how good it had felt to hug her with those great tits of hers pressed against him last night, but he pushed those thoughts from his mind as best he could and tried to focus on his outrage again to offset the arousal that their practically live in babysitter inspired.

That only worked until he got home. When he walked in he could see Evelyn in the kitchen. She had her hair up and an apron on, and she was proofing the dough for the pizza he was supposed to start making in a little soon while Christina napped in the folding crib nearby. "Hey," she said, looking up at the sound of the door closing. "Did you have a nice day at work Mr. D?"

"It was... Let's go with productive," he answered, dismissing all the other things that had flashed through his mind. Distracting. Very Hard. Focused on you... None of those would have been appropriate of course, but they were all more true than the answer he'd finally gone with. It was hard to think of much else now that he was watching the woman he'd been fantasizing about all day being so domestic that it made his heart ache.

"That's great," she smiled cheerfully, before turning around to finish what she was doing, and give him a chance to see how amazing her ass looked in the short shorts she'd worn today. "I've just finished the pizza dough, so you can use that in like half an hour, and Christina has been a little angel since her feeding, so you should pretty much be all set."

Trevor nodded and listened, but he didn't really care about the particulars. He just enjoyed the quiet moment between the two of them. It felt so much like he and Marcy were newlyweds that it made his heart hurt a little. They'd been so happy before his wife's girl power friends had convinced her she needed to have it all, and that a couple more promotions were more important than evenings like this with her family.

"I said, will there be anything else for the day, or will that be it Mr. D?" Evelyn repeated. Trevor looked up from Christina where he'd been zoning out and was surprised to find the nanny only a few steps away from him. She was almost uncomfortably close actually, and because of where she was standing, and their difference in height, it was almost impossible not to look right past her pretty face and right down the cleavage on display in her tank top.

"No, that's fine," he said, his mouth suddenly dry. "You go home and work on your homework, and I'll hold down the fort until Marcy gets here."

"Are you sure," she asked, licking her lips. "If there's anything you need me to do, I don't mind staying a little late." For a split second Trevor wondered if she was really propositioning him, but the sane part of his mind instantly dismissed it. He had clearly been watching too much babysitter porn, where innocent questions turned into hot sex at the drop of a hat.

"No - you have a nice night, and I'll see you tomorrow." He smiled.

"Okay," she answered breezily before picking up her bag and leaving through the back door. That little detail was enough to jar an earlier thought and make him wonder why she'd knocked on the front door last night instead of using the back door like always, but he quickly dismissed it. That didn't matter. All that mattered was that she hadn't caught him jerking off.

Trevor went upstairs to wash the day off. What he needed was to take a nice cold shower. He obviously needed one after the way his mind was running wild at every little provocation.

The shower helped only marginally, and it didn't do much good either during subsequent days either. For the last six months Evelyn had been a minor temptation, but ever since the night he'd kissed her, something was different, and Trevor was sure it was him. After all, it wasn't like their nanny was suddenly wearing tighter clothes than normal or subtly flirting with him just because he hadn't gotten his dick wet in so long. It was just that every little nice thing she did or said he managed to read some sexual double entandre into, and he hated himself for it.

For some reason almost every day he'd managed to bump into the poor girl, or find her in the middle of some chore where he'd had the chance to stare at her legs and ass for a minute or two without any real chance of getting caught. For the first time he was actually a little grateful when his wife called at the last minute to say she was going to be home really late. That at least gave him the chance to rub one out to the thought of their beautiful babysitter bouncing on his cock.

Even with all that though, Trevor managed to resist, and avoid embarrassing himself. A week after that fateful night though, everything finally fell apart. She'd been up on a ladder, helping him hang some decorations for his wife's 33rd birthday. None of the other little gesture's he'd made so far had helped, but that didn't mean he was about to stop trying. He'd been paying more attention to looking up his nanny's knee-length skirt and her white cotton underwear than how far she was leaning, so when she slipped and fell on top of him, it caught him almost completely by surprise. Normally a guy like him would have no problem carrying a little thing like Evelyn around, but since he'd only been paying attention to being a pervert, when she finally fell on top of him, they both went down in a tangle of limbs.

"Ahhhhh," she squeaked helplessly as she fell. She was probably fine he realized though, as he lay there are the carpet making sure that he hadn't broken anything. After all, he'd broken her fall with his body. Laying there though, he couldn't help but notice how good it felt to have her body pressed up against him like this. A couple of dull aches were a small price to pay. Trevor tried to push those thoughts from his mind, but then she propped herself up on one arm, and suddenly her face was inches from his.

"Oh my god, Mr. D, are you okay?" there was a hint of panic in her voice, but it was hard to hear her over how good she smelled. "I'm sooo sorry, I just--" Evelyn's hair was a mess, but suddenly he couldn't remember her ever looking prettier than the moment she was looking down on him in concern.

This time when he kissed her he wouldn't even be able to blame the alcohol, he realized at the moment he grabbed her head and forced her lips to his. Trevor didn't let that stop him though. He just grabbed the back of her head and pulled her mouth to his. Instantly their tongues intertwined, and she kissed him back as desperately as she kissed him. It was wrong. He knew that, but it felt so right, all the way down to the faint taste of cherries from her lip gloss. This was what he needed. Well - this was part of what he needed, but he knew it would be wrong to go any further, that's why when he felt her grab his throbbing cock through his pants he grabbed her wrist to stop her.

"No," he said, "we can't..."

"No?" she asked mischievously. "All we can do is kiss now and then when you're especially frustrated, but I can't even get a peak at that big bulge you force me to look at every day?" His grip weakened, and he cringed. How could he have thought that as horny as she made him all the time, she wouldn't be able to tell. He was probably lucky his wife hadn't noticed, or that Evelyn hadn't filed a restraining order. Letting his nanny unzip his fly was the last thing he thought he'd be doing today, but he was helpless to stop her as she unzipped his fly and started to pull his boxers down.

"Eveyln, maybe we shouldn't... you work for me... and I'm married... I--" Trevor stammered, trying to find the right argument to gracefully end what was hopelessly spiraling out of control.

"Shhhhh," she whispered, not bothering to tear her eyes off his cock. "I'm admiring your big beautiful dick right now, and I don't want to be disturbed." Trevor tingled at the compliment. He was only average, or a nice size as his wife liked to say, and just hearing the word cock come out of his twenty-year-old neighbor's mouth made him throb with need. He knew he should be fighting back more - that he should be taking control of this situation, but one half of him desperately wanted her to go further, and the other half was terribly afraid of what she'd do if he denied her.

"Alright," he said, panicking slightly as he felt her hand grasp the base of his shaft. "We've had our little fun, maybe we should--"

"You're leaking," she blurted out, interrupting him. Trevor looked down just in time to see her stick out her tongue and lick up a trail of precum from just under the head of his dick up to where it was oozing freely from the meatus in one long motion that he was sure she'd designed to be as sexy as possible. Only when she was finished did she turn to him and ask, "Maybe we should stop, or maybe we should keep going? What do you think Mr. D?" While she asked him that impossible question, she slowly pumped her hand up and down his aching shaft for effect.

"I don't want to, I mean - I can't cheat on my wife..." he said pathetically, looking for any reason to say yes. He wanted more than anything to see what pretty young Evelyn looked like while she was gagging on his dick, but he knew it would definitely be a mistake.

"Getting your cock sucked isn't cheating Mr. Dawson - the president said so, didn't he? It's not like I'm going to fuck you or anything. You're married." She licked her lips seductively. "Besides, the better I suck your dick the less likely you are to really be led astray by someone else, right? Sounds pretty good for your marriage to me.."

Trevor nodded, his mouth was so dry he didn't trust speaking right now. She had a perverse sort of point. It wasn't like this was really cheating or anything - and if she wanted to do it, it might ease some of the tension that had been happening between him and his wife lately.

"What was that?" she asked in the most innocent voice. "I couldn't hear you, Mister. Did you want me to suck your dick or not?"

He was about to nod again, but caught himself. "Yes Evelyn, please suck my cock." He'd gone too far to stop this now. He needed to empty his balls somewhere, and if he couldn't do it in his marriage bed with the woman he loved, he might as well do it in Evelyn's mouth.

No sooner had he said yes, than she swallowed the head of his dick, all without breaking eye contact. The sudden sensation made him gasp, but he gritted his teeth, determined not to cum too soon, no matter how backed up he was.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, taking a break from the head to lick him in an exaggerated way that looked like an erotic work of art again. "You taste so good Mr. D. I wish we'd done this sooner. I'll bet you've wanted to fuck my pretty little face for a long time, haven't you?" Before Trevor could answer, she'd swallowed half his cock again, and as she bobbed up and down each time she took a little more.

"A long time Evelyn," he agreed, pausing to grunt in pleasure. "Longer than you know." She didn't respond to this right away though. Instead she focused on squeezing every last inch of his cock into her mouth. She didn't stop until the head of his cock was inside her throat. Then she began to bob up and down in earnest.

At the moment she started, he'd been trying to think of the last time his wife had sucked his dick, but the answer shattered into a thousand pieces as her tongue and throat attacked him in a way that pushed him dangerously close to cumming after only a few seconds. This was ecstacy. It wasn't even the way it felt either. Not completely. It was seeing just how passionately she was doing it. This girl loved to suck cock, and it showed.

Seconds before he was about to start cumming in her mouth she stopped, and pulled off him, stroking him in long slow strokes with her spit slick hand as she eye fucked him. For a moment he was afraid she was going to ask him to fuck her, but he was more afraid that he would say yes. Instead she asked, "How long Mister? How long have you wondered what my lips would look like wrapped around your big fat cock? Since I became your nanny? Earlier?"

"Earlier," he gasped, writhing slightly as the way her hand spiraled and she twisted around his glans slightly with every stroke up and down.

"How much earlier," she breathed, stroking him slightly faster as she leaned forward, showing off her cleavage.

"Since... since that night I took your picture on Senior Prom," he admitted, even though he knew that he shouldn't, he couldn't help it. The things she was doing to his dick made him putty in her hands.

"Oh no," she feigned shock. "That long? I was only eighteen back then, and you lusted for me anyway you dirty old man?" Trevor didn't answer, he just nodded. Before that night she'd just been the cute girl next door that sold him cookies and magazine subscriptions once a year, but after that night he'd taken a picture of her and her boyfriend in front of the limo he'd rented for the occasion, he'd gotten an eyeful of breasts held up by a dangerously effective push up bra that he never even noticed she had before. After that he'd always wanted her, at least a little bit, but only ever in his fantasies.

Trevor never thought she'd be sucking his cock on his living room floor, but as she returned to the task, he was forced to admit to himself that was exactly what was happening. What had once been his cute little neighbor was now a hot 22 year old sex goddess, and he'd deffinitely made his life all kinds of complicated by telling her how bad he wanted her.

Now she was taking no mercy though. Now her mouth and hand were moving in tandem, in opposite ways. As her mouth sank down his shaft, her hand pumped up, meeting in the middle before reversing, and the whole time her tongue was dancing around the sensitive underside of his glans. She wasn't just sucking his dick now, she was going to make him cum, any second now.

"Careful Evelyn," he tried to warn her, "I'm about to--" If anything his warning made her go faster though. She didn't need a warning to avoid his cum. She was aching for his release almost as much as he was. When it happened seconds later, Trevor gasped, "Oohhh fuckkk..." but Evelyn just kept right on sucking, while looking him right in the eye.

She swallowed the first three spurts just as fast as he could shoot them into her mouth, but once they started to shrink, and the power of his intense climax started to fade into aftershocks she pulled his dick out, letting it shoot on her extended tongue a few times so he could watch her swallow the last part of his load when he was finally done.

After that was done, she crawled up to his face and kissed him, and he kissed her back. He was already hard again, and would have given anything to be able to fuck her right now, but he knew that was a line he couldn't cross. Instead he pushed her away slightly, and said, "Thank you so much for your help with my little, ummm, problem Evelyn.

"There was nothing little about that problem," she giggled. "I think you really need to cum a little more often Mr. D, you could drown a girl like that."

"You're right," he chuckled, "But still I don't thank we should--"

As he tried to tell her that this was a mistake, and they shouldn't do this again, Evelyn stopped him with another passionate kiss.

"Never say never," she said when it was over. "You love your wife. I know that. I'm not going to get weird or clingy or anything. I just want you to know that I understand that a man like you has needs... and I want to make sure they're all fulfilled."

"Alright," he said noncommittally. He wasn't going to do this again of course, but if she felt better about leaving this open-ended, that was fine with him.

After that, they cleaned up, finished the decorations, and thirty minutes later it was like it never even happened. When Marcy got home she insisted that Evelyn stay for cake, which only made things a little awkward for Trevor, but he didn't show it. He saved all his anxiety about what happened after Marcy fell asleep beside him. While she snored softly, he worried about how this transgression was going to come back to haunt him.

It didn't though. In fact, nothing changed. The next day Evelyn was the sweet young woman she always was, and everything was back to normal. At least it was for the next three days. He'd started to ache again almost immediately, but after half a week it was unbearable, it didn't take much of an effort for his nanny to give him a handjob in the bathroom while he groped her tits through her shirt. After that Trevor gave up all pretenses. There was simply no way he could resist someone so beautiful and available. Almost every other day after that he came in her hand or her mouth. Once she even jerked him off all over her tits while she admitted she'd had a crush on him since forever.

It was hot, and it was exactly what he needed, but he was finally forced to put a stop to it one day when she crawled into bed with him while his wife was on a business trip a week later. "I thought you could use some company," she whispered.

"You can't be here," Trevor said simply. This is my wife's bed, and we aren't having sex."