Their Virgin Nanny

by SC Daiko

  In the next room, they seem to be arriving at the same destination. They’re grunting and groaning even louder than before and their bedhead is bumping against the wall behind me. Finally, the noise subsides and there’s just the murmur of conversation too quiet to hear.

  I can’t believe I just got myself off while listening to my bosses having sex.

  I roll over and hug my knees to my chest. Luke and Gabe are probably snuggled up to each other now. How would that feel, to sleep a whole night next to another person? I can’t help a pang of envy. At the same time, I don’t know whether to laugh or cry that Gabe and Luke talked about me while they were fucking. Whatever, I’m not gonna put myself through it again. Tomorrow, I’ll buy a pair of earplugs. And I might even find some excuse to move the mattress upstairs and sleep on the floor in Abi’s room.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  LUKE

  ABI LEFT YESTERDAY, promising to keep in touch with the boys as they grow up. And she will, I’m sure. As for Eleri, she’s settled in brilliantly; Matty and Jack have taken to her like ducks to water. The only problem is Gabe and I have been walking around with permanent hard-ons, and not just because we’re hot for each other.

  There’s something about this sweet little girl from Wales that entices me. Except, she’s totally off-limits of course. Much safer to keep Eleri as a fantasy in our sex games, the little minx. I don’t like ‘safe’, normally. I like to push the boundaries; I like to fuck, and be fucked, hard… the dirtier the better. Before having kids, I loved to dice with danger and would spend the weekends motocross biking … it was fatherhood that changed my outlook, even though there’s still a risk-taking side to me I try to keep hidden.

  Would it be a risk to introduce Eleri into the mix with Gabe? Could she be ‘the one’? There’s never been a woman before that Gabe has wanted more than once, though. We couldn’t have a one night stand with our nanny; it’s a risk not worth taking.

  I’m home from work before him today; I cycled from Soho through the London traffic at full speed to find out how Eleri has coped on her own. At least, that’s what I tell myself as I step through the front door. The first thing I hear is the sound of someone singing… a beautiful, pure voice. Has she plugged a device into the docking station upstairs? No, she’s in the kitchen singing a song about letting something go, and the boys are staring at her with rapt expressions. She has her back to me and clearly hasn’t heard me come in… so I stand and listen, smiling like an idiot.

  “Daddy!” Matty calls out, spoiling the moment.

  Eleri turns around, her face scarlet. She blushes every time she sees us, it seems, and it’s fucking sexy. “Oh, you’re here early. Would you like me to go upstairs?” she asks.

  “Don’t tell me you’re gonna rush off like Abi as soon as Gabe and I get home!” I glance at my watch and pretend sternness. “Anyway, it’s not your clocking off time yet.”

  “Sorry,” she says softly, her hazel eyes so big I could drown in them. “Would you like a cup of tea?”

  “I’d love one.” I put my briefcase down and pull out a chair. There’s a delicious aroma wafting from a dish on the counter, and my stomach rumbles. “You didn’t just cook shepherd’s pie, did you?”

  “Yes. Is there something wrong?”

  I laugh. “Not at all. It’s one of my favourites. Lucky Matty and Jack!”

  “I made more than enough for you and Gabe, if you’d like some.” She puts tea-bags into two mugs and switches on the kettle. “I’ll put what’s left over in the freezer, otherwise.”

  “We don’t expect you to cook for us, honey,” I say. A look of disappointment washes over her face, so I add, “But, thanks, tonight I think we’ll make an exception.”

  She pours boiling water into the mugs, squeezes out the tea-bags, and places the tea on the kitchen table. “Milk and sugar?”

  “Just milk, please.” I watch her turn and fetch the bottle from the fridge. She’s wearing skin-tight jeans; my eyes linger on her peachy ass and my cock twitches. I’m fucked. Totally fucking fucked.

  “Daddy,” Matt whines from his chair, jolting me back to reality. “Is it time for our bath yet?”

  “When I’ve finished my cuppa, kiddo. Won’t be long. Papa will be home any minute now.”

  Eleri helps Matty get down from his booster seat; he goes to the toy box in the corner and takes out his wooden train. I smirk; that’ll keep him happy for a few minutes. “So, Eleri,” I ask, grinning like a dork. “How was your day?”

  She tells me how she took the boys on a playdate at her new friend Rosie’s in Victoria Road, how the house was ‘lush’ (as well it might be given that it’s in the most expensive street in the country). She says Matty played happily with his little buddy George, but Jack was restless due to teething problems. She warns me we might have a difficult night up ahead, and offers to help if needed. “I don’t mind… honestly,” she says sweetly. Fuck, could this girl be any nicer?

  As if on cue, Jack lets out a wail. I knock back the rest of my tea, then pick him up. Eleri goes to the fridge, fetches a chilled teething ring, and holds it out to him. “There you are, poppet.” He grabs it from her and clamps his sore gums down on it, drool running down his chubby little chin.

  I hear the front door open and Gabe call out, “I’m home!”

  “Papa!” Matty squeals, running to greet him.

  Eleri takes our mugs to the sink, and I catch sight of her divine ass again. What would it be like to take her from behind while Gabe fucks her from the front? My balls tingle at the very thought.

  “I’ll leave the shepherd’s pie in the microwave,” she says. “All you need to do is heat it up.” She wipes her hands on a dishtowel, and stares pointedly at the clock on the wall. “If it’s okay I’ll go up to my room and put my feet up. I meant what I said about helping if Jack causes problems, though. Just give me a shout.”

  Gabe appears in the doorway, Matty at his heel. “Shout about what?” he asks, frowning.

  GABE

  THEY TELL ME about my son’s teething problem, and my heart sinks. It’s been a godawful day at the office. We have a big case coming up for trial and I was hoping for a good night’s sleep. But sleepless nights go with the territory of bringing up a child, so I blow out a puff of breath and resign myself to tiredness.

  After we’ve said goodnight to Eleri, bathed the boys, and put them to bed, Luke and I are back in the kitchen and he’s heating up leftovers in the microwave while I uncork a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. Oreo gives us an aloof look, swishes his tail, and pushes his way out through the cat-flap.

  We sit at the table, piled plates in front of us. I was doubtful, but now I’ve taken my first bite of the layered casserole of ground lamb, carrots, and potato, my doubts disappear. It tastes fantastic. “The girl can certainly cook, but we can’t expect that of her… it isn’t in her job description,” I say to Luke. “However, if she makes too much for the boys… how can we refuse?”

  Luke chuckles. “I’m not sure you’ll enjoy spaghetti hoops with ketchup, Matty’s favourite. I’ll drop a hint to Eleri that she can always make too much of this dish, though.” He grins. “She can sing as well. Her voice is so amazing she could probably win one of those reality TV competitions.”

  “Better not suggest that or we’ll be looking for a new nanny.” I stare at him pointedly. “First time you’ve been home before me in years. Problems at work?”

  “Nope. Everything’s fine on that front. I’ve got the team working well ahead of schedule and the shots are being approved by the director no problem.”

  “I hope you didn’t take your life into your own hands on the road,” I scowl at him. He’s a cocky bastard who’ll end up under the wheels of an HGV one day if he isn’t careful.

  He holds up his hands. “Stop worrying about me!”

  “Hmm. Don’t forget you’re a father. The boys and I need you around.”

  “How was your day?” he dimples, changing the subject.

  I tell
him about the pre-trial meeting we had with our clients, how difficult they’re being about not settling out of court. On top of it all, my bloody father phoned. “He wants us to take the boys to Northamptonshire for the weekend,” I say with a shrug. “Can you believe it? Papa wants to meet his grandchildren at last.”

  Luke whoops and punches the air. His own family have been more than welcoming of our kids, and he doesn’t approve of my father’s reluctance. “When?” he asks, beaming.

  “I said we’d go for the holiday weekend at the end of August, if that’s alright with you?”

  “More than alright, loverboy.” He forks up the last of his shepherd’s pie into his mouth. “I hope this means a reconciliation.”

  “So do I.” And that’s true. Even though Papa and I have never been close, he’s at least tolerated my sexuality. It was only when I decided to have kids that we became estranged.

  I get to my feet and take our plates to the dishwasher. Luke comes up and ruffles my hair, pulling me close, his lips seeking mine. I love how he kisses me, his mouth firm, his tongue ravenous. A sudden thought occurs to me. What would it be like to be kissed by Eleri? How would she move her lips and tongue? What would she taste like? Sweet as honey, I imagine.

  Luke’s hand is rubbing my cock, gripping me through my suit trousers. “You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?” He keeps his mouth on mine, and our panting breaths meld. “You wanna fill her up with your monster cock and fuck her until she cries out your name.”

  I pull away and give him a stern look. “This is just a game, remember. We can’t fuck her.”

  “I know,” he groans. “It’s fucking killing me.”

  It’s always been Luke who instigates our sporadic sessions at Club Candid. I’m bisexual, have been since I realized which parts of the human body excited me most, but years in an all-boys boarding school and the absence of a mother while growing up have made me wary of women. And, since Luke and I moved in together and started a family, I’m happy to be thought of as a gay man. Not that I agree with putting labels on people; I am who I am.

  Since Luke and I started sporadically playing at the club, I’ve learned to enjoy the excitement of being with a man and a woman at the same time. It’s the best of both worlds… male hardness combined with female softness. Even though Luke seems to crave pussy more than me, I’ve not once said ‘no’ to an occasional threesome. There seems to be no end to the number of women at the club who are up for it, and we’ve never been with the same woman more than once… especially as we’re there infrequently. It’s only ever been about sex, pure animalistic sex, and I’ve never seen any reason to change that. Luke is the one I love.

  I nip at the skin on his neck. He angles his face so his lips meet mine, and his hand finds its way back between my legs. Our mouths crash together, and we kiss and bite and suck each other. He unbuttons my flies, and reaches for my cock.

  There’s an abrupt sound of footsteps on the stairs, followed by a stifled gasp. Eleri! Bugger!

  I freeze, but Luke doesn’t let me go… he squeezes and milks my shaft like there’s no tomorrow. He hasn’t seen her; his back is to the open door. The thought of Eleri watching is so bloody erotic I could come here and now.

  But I don’t. “Luke, stop!”

  Eleri clears her throat, and her face is bright red. “I think you forgot to turn the monitor on down here. Jack’s screaming his head off, so I came to get some teething gel for him.”

  “I’ll get it,” I say, buttoning up my flies nonchalantly, as if it’s an everyday occurrence to be caught ‘in flagrante’ by our nanny. “Thanks.”

  ELERI

  I RUN BACK up to the fourth floor, and lift the poor little guy from his crib. He’s sobbing like his heart will break, chewing on his fingers to ease the discomfort in his gums.

  “I’ll take him,” Gabe comes up and holds out his arms. His voice is clipped. Does he realize I saw Luke giving him a hand job? I’m so embarrassed I wish the floor would open and swallow me up.

  I spin on my heel and head for my room, ashamed at how turned on I was when I saw Gabe’s massive cock and what Luke was doing to it. I went out with ginger-haired Gareth in high school a couple of times. Once, he was real horny while kissing me; he grabbed my hand and put it down his jeans. His dick had felt smooth and rubbery. I’d squeezed it a few times, and he’d come in a sticky mess over my fingers. I can’t remember him being much bigger than a pork sausage, though, whereas Gabe can only be described as a ‘whopper’. How would a girl ever fit that huge dick in her pussy? I gulp. And how does Luke manage with it up his ass?

  I go into my bathroom and splash my face with cold water. Just when I thought everything was working out so well, why did this have to happen?

  After listening to Gabe and Luke having sex on my first night, I’d bought those earplugs and moved the bed over to the opposite wall, telling Abi I believed in feng shui and needed to be facing the door. I don’t believe in all that mumbo-jumbo; it was a convenient excuse, and I’m only glad she swallowed it. As for Gabe and Luke, they never go into the guest room anyway, so it didn’t matter that I changed the furniture around. And, thank God, up in the loft the bed faces the right way so I didn’t have to pretend and move it.

  I love my new quarters. The windows are skylights, and, when I lie in bed before it gets dark, I stare out at the clouds interspersed with occasional patches of blue. England is actually having a summer this year, though, and it’s hot up here under the roof. Tonight, I’m only wearing my knickers and a light cotton cami. Oh God, I went downstairs dressed like this. I didn’t notice, but I bet Luke’s eyes were practically falling out of his head once he realized I was there.

  The way he was staring at my ass earlier this evening gave me the shivers. He shouldn’t be looking at his nanny like that. Except, I liked it. I really, really liked it. His hot eyes were eating me up, and it made me feel ‘wanted’. It’s not something I’ve experienced often in my life.

  I come from a large family of siblings, the fifth after a gap of ten years… so I was clearly a ‘mistake’. Mam has always tried to assure me otherwise, I’ll give her that, but she kind of left me to my own devices while I was growing up. I hung out with my bestie, Catrin, and I suppose I was in her shadow most of the time. When she hooked up with Josh in our senior year, I retreated into my shell. Shyness is a terrible condition, I’m only just starting to get over it.

  The one thing I need in order to be cured once and for all is to lose my V card. It would help me loosen up, take me out of myself, give me the confidence to stop worrying about what guys think of me. Until now, I’ve not met anyone I’d like to give my virginity to. But meeting Gabe and Luke has been a revelation. They’re so hot with each other, and they like women too. They could teach me so much.

  Whoa, Eleri! It’s not gonna happen. Not in a million Sundays. Forget about it...

  I pull back the sheets and stretch out on my bed. The skylights are open and a soft breeze is blowing through them, cooling my heated skin. Tomorrow Sharon will be spending the morning with us. When I met her last week, the boys’ mother hadn’t struck me as weird like Abi had intimated. She’s seemed normal, a nice woman. But Abi knows her better, so I’m still sitting on the fence. I couldn’t imagine being a surrogate myself; I wouldn’t want anyone else to bring up my child. I wonder why Sharon agreed?

  I looked up surrogacy online the other day, and it’s different here than in the States where it’s legally regulated. Surrogacy for commercial purposes is against the law in the UK, so she can’t have done it for the money. Gabe and Luke would have paid her expenses, and then applied to the courts for parental orders within six months of their kids’ births.

  Gabe and Luke. Luke and Gabe. Their names ring in my head. I’m crushing on them big-time. I’ve never crushed on one guy before, and now I’m suddenly crushing on two. I’ve got a mega case of insta-lust. Shit, Eleri, you don’t do things by halves, ha!

  I can’t help but sigh. They proba
bly think of me as a silly little girl, and not the kind of woman they’d enjoy having sex with. Except, the way Luke was looking at me, not to mention the hotness of the two of them, makes my imagination run wild. I trail my fingers down my body to my knickers, parting my pussy lips and slipping one finger inside. Ah…

  The sound of Jack yelling brings me down to earth with a thump. I jump out of the bed and put on my dressing-gown. Gabe and Luke have work tomorrow and need to get some sleep. Nanny duties call…

  CHAPTER FIVE

  ELERI

  SHARON TELLS ME she’s in her early thirties and she used to be Gabe’s secretary until she gave up work when her second child was born. She reminds me that Matty and Jack are her third and fourth. She’s an attractive woman with highlighted blonde hair and a well-built frame. We’re on the patio drinking coffee. Oreo, perched on the garden wall, is watching Matty play with his ride-on stick horse, and Jack is dozing peacefully in Sharon’s arms; he’s exhausted, and so am I.

  When I went downstairs to help last night, Gabe and Luke had protested and said they should be the ones to stay up with Jack, that I was off-duty. I could almost touch their relief when I begged them to let me take over. My embarrassment at seeing them making out together had faded by then, but I’d still pinked up.

  I don’t know what it is with my new bosses that makes me want to go the extra mile. Maybe it’s the way they dote on their boys? Nah, I’m kidding myself. I want them to like me, rely on me, and see me as more than just their hired help. It’s insane, that’s what it is, and I should know better. My place is with their kids, not with them.

  “So, Eleri,” Sharon says, interrupting my thoughts. “How much experience do you have looking after children?”

  I tell her about the summers when I worked in local play schemes, and about my recent job in Notting Hill.

  She taps her spoon against the side of her coffee cup. “How do you enjoy working for two gay men?”