Following In Her Footsteps
I have always loved children, so at the age of twenty, I went to school to learn how to be a professional nanny. My first job was with a professional couple with two beautiful children. They had a wonderful home. I was given my own room just across from the kids. It was great, and I immediately fell in love with the children. Since their mother traveled extensively for her job, I took total responsibility for them whenever their mother was not around. What I did not expect, however, was that I would also start having feelings for Brett, the husband. It all started very innocently. We loved to talk, and he often helped me with the kids. I soon found myself looking forward to those times when the kids were in bed and the two of us would talk, listen to music, or watch a movie. As fate would have it, one time we were listening to some very romantic music, and he asked me to dance. So, there we were, just the two of us, dancing in his living room. At the end of the song, he pulled me close and, without even thinking, we kissed. The first kiss was warm and soft. The second kiss was very passionate. I knew it was wrong, but I really wanted to give myself to Brett. He took my hand and led me upstairs to his bedroom. I knew that tonight he would share his bed with me rather than with his wife. We kissed, and our clothes were soon in a heap by the bed. We got under the sheets, and Brett and I kissed and cuddled for quite a while. The feel of his body pressed against mine was exquisite, and I was in rapture when he made me his. Of course, after that, I always spent my nights with Brett whenever his wife was traveling for her job. Fortunately, his wife was out of town very frequently, so she never suspected that I was sleeping with her husband.
— Alyssa, 24