Undeniably, Emily absolutely adored her. Within weeks, we noticed that she had grown even-tempered, playful, and easy going. Soon after we relinquished the baby monitor, the night crying dwindled to almost non-existent. And admittedly, it wasn’t so bad with Terri back to work. She seemed renewed and enthusiastic. Time spent as a family improved, and our sex life was wonderful; before Emily was born, I got laid once, maybe twice a week. Now, less than four times was a slow week! All in all, the arrangement was working out fine.
About six weeks after Kathleen started working for us, I woke up starving. The house was quiet, so I took care not to make any noise as I closed our bedroom door behind me and padded down to the kitchen in my pajama bottoms. While I was making a snack, I heard Emily start to cry, but it stopped before I could reach the stairs, so I went back and finished what I was doing. After I’d cleaned up, I went back upstairs. On a whim, I pushed open the nursery door and peeked in; Emily was sleeping soundly.
Although she had separate quarters, there was a door that connected Kathleen’s room to the baby’s room so that she could attend to her easier. The door was ajar, and I could hear strange sounds coming from within; Kathleen probably thought that the nursery door was shut firmly, when in fact she’d left it slightly ajar also, so I hadn’t made any noise when I peeked in..
Moving over to Kathleen’s doorway, I had an amazing view of her sprawled out on the bed. Emily did not sleep with a nightlight, so as long as I didn’t stand directly in the doorway, Kathleen wouldn’t be able to see me, although I could see her fairly well. She was laying there totally nude. In the dim light, her skin looked liquid, her movements causing ripples across the surface. Her tits, not much larger than my fist, were capped with ink black nipples roughly the size of a quarter. As I watched her try to slide a very thin white dildo into her pussy, I felt my cock stir, poking through the fly in my pajamas. She seemed to be having problems getting more than the tip inserted. It was new; the packaging in a crumpled heap next to her. At first I thought she was just teasing herself, but I watched her frustration grow as she tried to work it deeper. She tried everything, from spreading her legs in a wide “V”, to lathering the dildo with her tongue, but nothing worked. I guess it had been a long time since she’d been with a man. It looked like her pussy was almost as tight as a virgin’s. I could smell her from where I stood, and it made my cock ache. I found myself willing the dildo to slide in farther.
Finally, she tossed it aside in irritation and carefully slid her middle finger into her pussy, her palm facing down so she could massage her clit while she fingered herself. He face relaxed noticeably as she rhythmically thrust her finger in and out, the sloppy wet sounds of her finger striking home filling the room. After great effort she was able to add an additional finger, but it was clear that there was not enough room for any more.
I should have been appalled; here was this woman fucking herself next door to my sleeping baby daughter, but the truth was, I found this whole scene hot. I reached down and started to stroke my pounding cock, feeling it grow even thicker and harder in my hand. I was matching her pace, when, without warning, she removed her hand and began rolling both of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, stopping only to give them the occasional tug. Her eyes were closed, and her lips parted, her breath coming in ragged, shallow pants. Her pussy glistened in the moonlight, and I could see the bright pink of her inner lips. I pumped my cock in time to her tugging her nipples.
Her face, usually severe unless she was talking to Emily, was awash with emotion, and I could see liquid actually dripping out of her slit. Suddenly, she arched her back sharply, keeping hold of her nipples the whole time, thrust her hips forward invitingly, and started to shake violently. I used this opportunity to steal silently back to my room.