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I lay on the couch in my underwear at night while watching a movie I had recently scrolled into on tv. The name of the film was “Fight Club,” I believe. I had seen it a dozen times, and if asked to, I could quote nearly the entire dialogue by heart. It was my favorite movie; technically, it was just ONE of my favorites since I had many, but despite that, I liked it a lot.
I turned my body around to the sound of smacking footsteps; it turned out to be Susan walking barefoot. She was a house nanny my wife had hired when she started working longer hours at work. Because my job is primarily writing stories for social media, I had convinced her at one time to let me pick up Hunter and watch him while she was away, and it worked, that is, until I made just one honest mistake. I was finishing up a story I had been struggling with for over two years, and I felt so happy when I finally submitted it. I decided to go out for a drink to celebrate, and I got so wasted that I managed to let time slip by me. When I came home at night, Martha was so pissed at me that I wondered we would get a divorce. She told me she had to leave work early because the college called and asked her to pick up our son. I remember checking my phone and realizing that both the college and my wife had tried to get a hold of me, but apparently, I had my ringer on, which thus explained how I managed to miss both calls while the phone was in my pocket the whole time that I was in the bar. Of course, though, I doubt that even if the ringer were off that, I’d be able to hear my phone ring; there’s no such thing as inside voices in my bar, so the place is at all times loud as fuck; I didn’t bother to tell her this however since she kept cutting me off and saying she didn’t want excuses. And because she considered me to be *An immature man-child with a lack of responsibilities* she made it her decision to discover a house nanny. I hated her for that decision; I wondered it was highly disrespectful and uncalled for until I met Susan and mentally thanked my wife a thousand times. Being around Susan a lot used to be awkward since she was and still is much younger than me, and I at all times found her rather gorgeous. Eventually, we both got comfortable being in the same room together and even grew a connection. It felt nice having someone like her around when my wife spent most of her days at work for several long hours.

“I tucked Hunter into bed,” Susan whispered.
“Is he asleep?” She nodded in the most adorable way efficient, or perhaps it was just my mind exaggerating the imagery of her beauty. She had such young features that made her look young enough to be my daughter, in which I’d be lying if I said I didn’t discover that VERY attractive.
“Then you don’t have to whisper,” I said as I turned around and faced the tv.
Susan moved up to the couch from behind me and rested her hands on the head of the sofa. “What are you watching?”
“Fight Club. Have you seen it?”
“I don’t think so.” She said, shaking her head.
“Sit down and watch it with me; I’ll start it from the beginning.”
She came around and sat beside me. I rewound the movie, and we watched it for about half an hour, at which point I was tired and could barely keep my eyes open.
“You wanna continue watching it, or should I turn it off?” I veered in her direction; my vision was so blurry I could barely see her face in the dark, but I could tell she was still staring at the screen. “It’s up to you. We could always finish watching it again tomorrow if you’re up to it.” She said, and I could swear I felt her hand touch mine, but I was so tired that I could’ve just imagined it.
“What time does your wife get home?” She was now looking in my direction.
I checked my phone to see the time, and the bright light burned my eyes; it felt like I just got ambushed in my weakest state. As fast as I could, I lowered the lighting on the screen before looking at the time; it read 9:07.
“In about two hours. Why?”
“Just curious,” She shrugged her shoulders. “Would you like me to help you to bed?”
I laughed, saying, “43’s not that old; I can carry myself to bed thank you very much!”
“Ok.” She said, shrugging her arms again. I turned the tv off, and as soon as I began to move my legs, I felt a sharp agonizing pain. I let out a low groan at the feeling.
“You hadn’t moved at all since I came down here, did you? Guess your foot fell asleep.”
“It ain’t just the foot; it’s the whole goddamn leg,” I said in pain.
“Can I help you now?” She insisted as she stood up and moved in front of me.
“Please.” She took my hand and brought me to my feet; I then placed my arm around her, and she did the same to me as she guided me up the steps and helped me get to my room; it was a painful process along the way, but with her help, it was manageable. We reached my bed, and from there, I helped myself to climb onto the top. “Thank you again, Susan, and you don’t mind keeping this a secret from my wife, right?”
“Not at all; it wouldn’t be the first one I’ve kept.” She winked suggestively. I leered at her in a moment of contemplation. “What other secrets exactly have you kept from my wife?” I asked with suspicion. She smiled and bent down to whisper something in my ear. “I fuck myself on your bed whenever I’m alone.”
I didn’t know if she was serious, but the wondered of me lying in bed with her cum on my sheets instantly turned me on. She moved her hand under the covers and felt my erect cock in my underwear. I closed my eyes and felt her hand go into my underwear as she stroked me. It felt so damn good; it wasn’t just that her hand was soft; she had fantastic rhythm and speed. I know this may sound cheesy, but I really felt like I had just died and gone to heaven with a sexy nurse for an angel. Less than a minute later and I came all over her hand. Bringing her hand back, she inhaled the aroma before cleaning the cum off with her tongue, sucking her fingers and licking between them.
“Get some rest; I’ll see you in the morning.” She winked, and as tired as I was, I couldn’t sleep until I made myself cum again after she left. It took me about a few minutes to finish, and after that, I just laid back thinking of her as I drifted off to sleep. Honestly the best night I’ve had in a long time.

To be continued.

NSFW: yes

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