The Nanny from Sexy Dreams

Clearly, she preferred faster and rougher licking. I continued with firm and monotonous movements of my tongue, and it seemed that I hit the rhythm. She began to lift her pussy as if she were taking a cock inside her. My husband noticed this and pulled away from her. He approached and inserted his already extremely swollen cock into her with his hand. He managed to shove a pillow under her butt to elevate her. Now I was also carefree, continuing to lick her clitoris; while he was thrusting harder into her pussy, I didn't stop either. She came, screaming in pleasure

At my husband's explicit request, I agreed to set up a camera in our bedroom; of course, we had sex in every possible position and later enjoyed the recording. However, it was especially important to us when one of us went on a trip; it was easy to satisfy ourselves watching it. But one morning, the camera was left on. The girl who was babysitting our kids walked into our room, and that's where the story begins.

- Come here, doll, let Daddy lick you. Where's my lollipop? - my husband threw me onto the bed, lifting my nightgown.
- Your tongue can't find its way. It has to go around - I guided him, pushing his head between my breasts.
As usual, he inserted the tape into the video and started the recording to see where it needed to be rewound to the beginning. However, on the screen appeared the nanny of our kids, just sitting on the "French" bed.
- What is this? Did you forget to turn it off? When was this recorded? - my husband wondered.
- Leave it, let's see what she's doing - I said and settled back on the pillows.

He lay down next to me and placed his hand on my pussy. We stared at the screen in disbelief. Our nanny, whom we would never have said even had sex, lay on the bed and began to suck her fingers. She licked them and then, all wet, lowered them to her breasts. She was caressing herself over her tight dress and moaning.
- Oh God! She's really thinking of pampering herself - my husband grumbled, eagerly rubbing my clitoris.

Our nanny was already unbuttoning her dress and showing us her breasts. Who would have thought she wasn't wearing a bra! Those large breasts would require firm support, but we were wrong. The breasts, white as milk, spilled out and revealed themselves in all their glory. Tight, with huge dark areolas and equally large nipples. The contrast was incredible. She was rubbing her nipples with her palms and rolling her hips.
- Not bad... give me your tit to feel - my husband was clearly excited by the recording.

I didn't complain, as I was also greatly pleased to watch such a beautiful woman. Like enchanted, I stared at her breasts and felt an overwhelming desire to take them in my hands. While my husband was sucking my nipple, turning his head to see the TV screen, I was trembling with desire for her to undress and show her pussy. She gently started moving her hands over her belly and slipped her fingers under her dress. From the way the fabric was lifting, it was clear she was rubbing her clitoris. In the meantime, she didn't let go of one breast from her squeezed fist. The peak of my pleasure was reached when she pulled her fingers out of her panties, slipped them into her mouth, licked them, and returned them to the same place. Without thinking, I followed her example. With wet fingers, I found my clitoris and, watching her, mimicked her rhythm. My husband was licking my breasts harder and staring intently at her play. What we were both probably waiting for happened in an instant. She pulled off her dress and panties and spread her legs right where I was lying. As if she knew, she aimed her pussy at the camera, clearly showing us all its beauty. Incredibly dark, but surprisingly shaved into a mohawk, it was certainly a delicacy for anyone who could possess it.

- This is great! Where's your little pussy? How about you shave too?
I laughed at my husband's suggestion, surprisingly not jealous at all, but inside I knew it would definitely be a welcome change. While she was slipping her fingers into her already completely wet pussy, my husband, under the influence of this soft porn, simply couldn't hold back. He lowered himself to my clitoris and eagerly began to suck it. He touched my lips with his fingers, and then followed her example and, watching her, began to slip his fingers into my pussy. I raised my butt, trembling right at the gates of orgasm. I was rubbing my breasts harder, and then I uncontrollably pulled my husband towards me. He couldn't enter me because the pressure of his cock was enough, and I was already coming, holding his butt tightly. And our nanny was on the best path to climax because she started thrashing on the bed and pulling her fingers in and out of her pussy at an increasingly faster pace. I took my husband's cock inside me, completely enchanted by her orgasm. She was throwing herself on the bed like a wild animal and, despite her orgasm, she didn't stop pushing her fingers into herself. While my husband was thrusting harder into me, looking for my lips, I avoided the kiss, positioning myself towards the screen. I didn't want to miss a moment of this exciting recording.

- I'm going to break your little pussy, I'll stay inside forever... ahh... - my husband mumbled.
I felt his balls slapping against my legs and imagined how wonderful it would be if she were here now. Maybe even to fuck my husband while her white breasts swayed in rhythm, and I kiss her and drool over them. I had never felt such desire, and no matter how much I wanted to turn my head, I couldn't. She had just calmed down, and contrary to my expectations, she didn't start to get dressed. As if petting a household pet, she gently caressed her pussy, probably as a thank you for the orgasm.

Faster thrusts of the cock meant an imminent ejaculation inside me. I began to squeeze my pussy muscles and reached for his balls with my hands. With a shout, he showered me with sperm and lay on me. I didn't move him. I caressed him through his wavy hair, watching as the nanny slowly got up from the bed and put on her panties. She even wore beautiful lace lingerie, which I would never have guessed from her old-fashioned dressing style. But the surprises didn't end there. Before she put on her dress, she stood in front of the mirror and caressed her breasts with her hands, then pressed against the mirror and began kissing her reflection. She caressed her butt, and despite the orgasm, I felt excitement wash over me again.

- Babe, it seems we need her in bed. How about we somehow persuade her for a threesome? - my husband suggested very openly, even though we had never discussed it before.
But the situation was different, and it would be foolish for us both to pretend we didn't like the idea.

- You will suggest it to her? - I asked, knowing he would refuse.
- Don't kid me! You know you're home this week and can somehow lead her to agree through conversation. Show her the tape, maybe us two in bed. If she had such an effect on us, maybe we will on her.

I had to agree, sad that our nanny had just stepped away from the mirror and got dressed. She tidied the bed, took one last look to see if everything was okay, and left the room. Who knows where she was satisfying herself? She often stayed home alone because the kids' grandparents would take them for a walk or to the zoo. At such times, it was agreed that she would tidy up the children's room and take care of their clothes. Clearly, she had time. By the second day, I tried to lead her to think about sex with us. My husband was nearby at a meeting and asked me to call him if our plan succeeded.

- You are such a beautiful and desirable woman! If only I were like that… you have beautiful breasts, clearly firm and eager for touch. My husband is thrilled with you, but he has never dared to admit it. Of course, I know this and can tell you that it wouldn't bother me at all.

- Please don't. I'm not that beautiful - she stammered from embarrassment.
- You're wrong! Even I, as a woman, want to kiss your beautiful full lips, caress your breasts, and hold you tightly in my embrace, and why wouldn't my husband. It's true, I don't have much experience with women, but never say never.
- I didn't know you liked me - she stuttered, sitting in an armchair.
- Of course! May I show you my breasts? They're small and not pretty… surely not like yours. But tell me, can I excite a man… or maybe a woman? - as I spoke, I lifted my shirt and showed my breasts, with hardened nipples.
- They are beautiful. So small and delicate - she said with a somewhat more confident voice.

- May I freely touch yours? Please!
She looked at me for a moment, then unbuttoned her dress to her navel. She said nothing, just silently pulled my hand and placed it on her breast. I eagerly embraced her, feeling her firmness.
- How sexy you are - I knelt on the floor and lowered my lips to her nipple while I kneaded both of her breasts with my hands.
For a moment she flinched, but then leaned back, liberated. I couldn't stop. I sucked her, trembling, while my bare breasts hit her legs.

- I'm sorry, you're so beautiful... - I kept repeating until she bent her head and pulled me to her.
The kiss I received then was one of the most exciting in my life. Gently playing with her tongue, she explored my mouth. The excitement grew on both sides, and soon we found ourselves on the floor. Between kisses, I managed to mumble:
- You know how happy my husband would be if he were here with us?!
- There will be time for that. We can get to know each other first - as she spoke, she was already lowering herself between my legs and moved my panties aside with her hand.

Surprised, I spread my legs, expecting her tongue. And indeed, she began to lick me and hit my clitoris with her tongue, abundantly drooling over my pussy. Suddenly, she turned around and straddled me, placing her pussy in front of my face. I eagerly slipped my tongue in, not at all surprised that she wasn't wearing panties. We licked each other simultaneously, free and lustful. The air mixed with the taste of pussy and became a kind of aphrodisiac. With a slight difference, we came and lay there embraced.

- You are wonderful! Have you ever been with a woman before? - I asked, playing with her hair.
- I have, of course. Are you surprised? I am reserved, but when I let loose, I am not ashamed of anything - she said, caressing my breast.
- Tomorrow I will arrange for the kids to stay with their grandparents, and you, if you want, can come to us around ten. My husband and I will be eagerly waiting for you.
- Are you sure? Does your husband want that too? And what about your jealousy?
- It all started with him, and I liked the idea. I can't wait.
That day passed in constant teasing. Whenever she passed by me, we exchanged tenderness: a kiss, a little caressing, or a quick slip of hands under dresses. How sweet it was; as soon as my husband arrived, I described what had happened that day. Even my story caused him an unprecedentedly quick erection, he roughly pressed me against the wall, lifted me into his arms, and fucked me like an animal. It was great.

The next morning, full of anticipation, we showered and prepared for the important event. Threesome sex, which we had never even discussed before, filled all our thoughts. Minutes passed slowly. Finally, it was ten. Anxiously, we waited for the doorbell, but it didn't happen. At half past ten, we concluded she wouldn't come and began to slowly undress. It would be a shame to miss free time when we were home alone and sure no one would interrupt us. At that moment, the doorbell rang. I opened it and kissed her without a word at the very entrance.

- I was afraid you wouldn't come - my husband said as he slowly approached her.

First, he pressed a kiss on me, then approached her. Without much talk, he began to lift her shirt, and I didn't stand idle, I unbuttoned her jeans and started to take them off. Completely naked, she stood like Venus and smiled. My husband led her to the bedroom, not mentioning the tape. In the meantime, we decided that it would remain our secret. We all lay on the bed, and she remained in the middle. I began to kiss her, while my husband took to sucking her nipples. The nanny wasn't idle either; she reached for his cock with her hands and began to stroke it. As soon as I pulled away and started to lower myself towards her pussy, my husband got up and shoved his cock into her mouth. She took it in, completely ready. Since he had free hands, he began to work on my pussy with his fingers while I eagerly licked hers, turning my butt towards her face. Of course, the camera was on. He was spread above her while she sucked him, I lay on her, turned on my stomach and licked her, while my husband worked on my pussy with his fingers. A dream scene. I felt her starting to adjust and speed up her movements. Clearly, she preferred faster and rougher licking. I continued with firm and monotonous movements of my tongue, and it seemed that I hit the rhythm. She began to lift her pussy as if she were taking a cock inside her. My husband noticed this and pulled away from her.

He approached and inserted his already extremely swollen cock into her with his hand. He managed to shove a pillow under her butt to elevate her. Now I was also carefree, continuing to lick her clitoris; while he was thrusting harder into her pussy, I didn't stop either. She came, screaming in pleasure. I pulled away and sought her lips. I lay on her and allowed my husband to transfer his cock into me, which he hurriedly did. He fucked me “from behind,” while I pressed my clitoris against hers, and I pressed my breasts into hers and enjoyed. My husband pulled out his cock and came on my butt. Although he was done, he lay down and continued to work on me with his tongue. While I experienced an orgasm of incredible intensity, she caressed my butt, pushing her fingers into my anus. How good it was. I mean, how good - phenomenal!!!

- We have to do this again. Girls, you are top-notch cunts - my husband said, pushing himself between us and lying in the middle.
We just looked at each other and began to caress him. He lay completely blissful, surrendering to our fingers. We kissed above his chest. He watched us satisfied and visibly happy.

- Did we meet your expectations? - I asked her between kisses.
- You are both great. I hope I won't get fired - she said with a laugh.
- As far as I'm concerned, I can hire you for life - my husband declared, and I had to and wanted to agree with that.
Months have passed since then. We still enjoy together; sometimes more often, sometimes less, we are not bored at all. Our life is completely fulfilled. There is no jealousy, just great openness in behavior and surrender to life, which I recommend to anyone who hasn't tried it. My husband and I love each other more than ever; he has become somehow the most tender and certainly the best man I know.