I woke up slightly hung over, mouth fuzzy, eyes dry, hanging half on and half off the Baumgartners’ bed. Carrie was curled up, facing the other way, Doc spooning her from behind. They were both sleeping, their breathing deep and even. I wondered why I was awake-I’d startled like I’d been woken out of a deep sleep, but I couldn’t remember any dreams.
Then I heard the baby fussing in the Pack’n Play in my room.
I slipped out of bed, still naked, stopping at the bathroom to pee. I looked at my thighs, seeing bruises on them from Doc’s fingers. I poked at them, wincing at the pain, and smiled. There were more of them on my ass. And a bite mark on my shoulder. That was from Carrie. The dildo she’d strapped on me had made her come so hard she bit me. Not that I minded.
“Good morning, Sweetpea,” I called, slipping a short, silky robe on and tying the sash.
I lifted Holly out of the playpen and she wiggled and smiled. She wasn’t just a cute baby, she was incredibly sweet. She woke up smiling and cooing every morning. I usually found her playing with her hands or feet. I changed her diaper on the bed, changing her out of her sleeper and into an Oshkosh jumper for the day.
We went downstairs and I made her a bottle. I sat on the sofa and fed her, flipping through the channels on the television, but I kept it on mute, not wanting to wake the Baumgartners. I couldn’t help smiling, remembering. Was this really my life now? What would things look like, when we returned home? The past twelve hours had been like a fantasy. Today, Janie and Henry would come home, and I would be Gretchen the nanny again. Then what?
Holly drank her bottle and we played for a while. I put her on my lap, my knees up, and she rested there, kicking her feet and waving her arms while I sang songs and tickled her. She loved “Itsy Bitsy Spider” when I made my fingers crawl “up the water spout.” When the rain came down, I would tickle her ribs, making her squeal and laugh. Another favorite was “Busy Bee,” who “came out of the barn” to tickle Holly under the arm.
After a while, she started looking away, getting fussy, and I knew it was nap time. She always fell back asleep in the morning, a few hours after waking, but she fought it like crazy, so we’d resorted to putting her in her bouncy chair until she passed out. I bounced her in it with my foot, and before long, her eyes drooped and her head slipped to the side and she fell asleep. There was no resisting the gentle rock of the bouncy chair. It was like magic.
I desperately needed a shower so I got the baby monitor and set it up next to her on the floor, taking the receiver with me upstairs. I set it on the counter and turned on the shower. It was a big one, encased in glass. I brushed my teeth, waiting for the water to get warm, surprised when Doc came in, pushing the door open.
“Morning.” He moved past me, lifting the toilet seat, and leaned one hand against the wall as he aimed his cock at the bowl.
“Morning,” I said, after spitting out toothpaste and rinsing with one of the paper Dixie cups.
I couldn’t help watching him pee. There was something incredibly sexy about a man holding his cock, whatever the reason. His biceps were big, defined, and he had great thighs. Strange, to notice a man’s legs, but I did. He shook off, closed the lid, and flushed. Then he looked over, noticing me noticing him.
“Sleep okay?” He rinsed his hands off in the sink-there were two and I was using the one closest to the door.
“Mmm-hmm.” Not that we’d done much sleeping that I could recall. All I remembered was having that cock in my mouth, in my pussy, watching him fuck his wife six ways ’til Sunday. His stamina was impressive. Especially the way he could come, and then get hard again. It didn’t take him long-maybe fifteen minutes. Long enough to make me or Carrie come with his mouth or fingers. I was multiply-orgasmic and it turned out that Mrs. B was too.
“Baby’s been fed,” I informed him, putting my toothbrush in a holder on the counter. “She’s sleeping downstairs.”
“Good.” He glanced at the monitor as he came toward me, turning me and lifting me onto the bathroom counter. “I’ve been waiting to have you all to myself.”
I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck, feeling his cock, hard against my thigh. We kissed, his hands going up under my robe, roaming over my body as if he could memorize me, like reading braille. I moaned when he cupped both of my breasts, his thumbs flickering against my nipples, teasing me.
Then he undid the sash, yanking my robe open, looking down at my body, my legs wrapped around his waist, his cock like hot steel against my thigh. I ran my hands over him, down from his shoulders, tweaking his nipples, raking them gently with my fingernails, making him thrust against me, even though his cock wasn’t in my pussy yet.
“Dirty girl,” he murmured, rubbing a thumb through my slit, hooking it into my pussy, making me gasp as he lifted up against my pubic bone. “I came in you twice last night.”
“I know.” I moaned when his thumb moved in deep, his big palm covering my whole mound.
“Come on.” He grabbed me around the waist, lifting me, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he carried me into the shower.
The water was hot, steam rising around us, and Doc was kissing me, tongues probing, our mouths aslant. The needle spray of the water against my back stung and Doc grabbed the soap out of the dish as we parted, handing it to me as he pressed me against the wall, my legs still wrapped around his waist. Then he grabbed the shower head-it was the removable, massaging kind-and handed that to me too.
“Wash up, dirty girl.” He pinned me against the wall, hooking his arms underneath my knees, his palms flat against the tile. “Go on, I want to watch.”
He held me up like that as I tucked the showerhead between us, the spray aimed down at Doc’s feet while I ran the soap over my arms and shoulders first, then moved down to my breasts. His eyes brightened when I soaped up my tits, moaning when I circled my nipples with the bar, lifting them in my hands and letting them fall. I ran my soapy hands over my belly, down between my legs, rubbing my hands into the crease of my thighs before soaping up my pussy.
“Good girl.” He looked between my legs, so very hungry. “Ready to rinse?”
I nodded, reaching for the showerhead and pulling it up. Starting at my shoulders, I rinsed the suds from my body, the hot water beating down on my skin, turning it from white to pink. I aimed the spray between my legs, parting my lips with my fingers, rinsing down there, the spray against my clit making me shiver.
“Do it,” he urged, seeing my face when the water hit my pussy. “Make yourself come with it.”
I smiled, turning the shower massage from needle spray to pulse, moaning when the water washed over my clit. I loved sex toys and vibrators and tongues and cocks, but oh the pulse of water on my clit was like heaven on earth. There was nothing like it. Doc’s face was right near the spray, but he didn’t seem to care. He watched me soak my pussy, my hips moving all on their own as I chased my climax.
“Feel good?” He hiked me higher up the tile, my back sliding, making a squeaking sound as he pushed me up, up, until my thighs were on his shoulders. I held the showerhead about a foot from my pussy, the water splashing us both, aiming right for my clit. Doc wrapped his arms around my thighs, prying my pussy open for the spray.
“Ohhh fuck,” I moaned, looking down at him holding me up. I was dizzy, being up so high, and reached up to balance myself, my hand touching the ceiling. “Oh Doc! Oh! I’m gonna come!”
“Good girl!” he urged, spreading my lips even wider for the pulse of the water. “Come for me! Come on!”
“Ohhhhh!” I shuddered all over, the heat of the water making my orgasm feel like drowning and then surfacing, making me gasp for air.
“Fuck, baby.” Doc moaned, burying his face in my pussy, sucking my clit.
I cried out in protest, clutching the shower massage, now pulsing against Doc’s back as he furiously licked my pussy, sucking out all my juices. But I couldn’t resist him. I couldn’t resist his fervor, the pressure of his mouth, the lash of his tongue. I came for him again, came all over his face, my body bucking and twisting on his shoulders, his fingers digging into the bruises on my hips, grabbing and holding me hard against his face.