Chapter 27: At Home with Susan

The weekend with Francesca and Kim was as enchanting as ever, a welcome escape from the rest of the world. The playful encounters with Xiaomei and Charlotte had been thrilling in their own way, but being with my two longtime lovers was something else entirely.

Their bodies, curvaceous, toned, and irresistible, were perfection. It was almost unreal how their huge, firm breasts were towering on those small, petite frames, with their long, slender legs and delightfully small butts. Even a Barbie-doll paled in comparison to their perfection.

Their bodies were the very definition of perfection - curvaceous, toned, and utterly irresistible. It was almost unreal how their firm, enormous tits seemed to defy gravity on their petite frames, balanced by long, slender legs and small, sculpted butts. Even a Barbie doll couldn’t hope to compare to their flawless beauty; they were the embodiment of male fantasy, almost too perfect for reality.

Their personalities were as captivating as their physical beauty. Francesca’s sharp mind and quick wit made every conversation an intellectual delight, yet she balanced it with kindness and warmth that melted away all worries. She had a way of understanding people, always knowing exactly what to say or do to make things right. Kim, on the other hand, was a burst of pure joy - bubbly, excitable, and full of childlike wonder that could brighten even the darkest days. To the outside world, she seemed shy and innocent, but with us, she revealed a playful, mischievous side, her wild energy igniting moments of thrilling unpredictability that only Francesca and I were privileged to witness.

Best of all, Francesca and Kim knew me inside and out. These two busty bombshells knew how to tease and tempt, drawing out pleasure with the finesse of musicians mastering their instruments. Every touch, every glance, kept me teetering on the edge, the tension building deliciously. They knew how to keep me on the verge of orgasm for hours, making my blood boil without ending the fun prematurely.

But what made these moments truly unforgettable wasn’t just the physical connection. It was the deep, unspoken bond we shared - a connection built on love, trust, and understanding. In our intimate world, there was no room for jealousy, only a profound devotion that allowed us to feel one another’s desires as if they were our own. This love was rare, pure, and endlessly fulfilling.

The most important aspect was that I was able to share my passion for conquering and impregnating new women with them. It wasn’t just that they were happy to know that I had a good time. Every babe I knocked up, filled them with pride about their virile lover. In fact, they helped me find new targets for my sperm.

Despite the dreamlike allure of my life in London, I was filled with joyful anticipation as I headed home to spend a few days with Susan in our small university town, just an hour away. She had recently hired a new live-in nanny, a German girl named Nina, who she was eager for me to meet. As I sat at the back of my limo, I began my practiced routine of leaving my London life behind. I kept these two worlds methodically separate, like a master spy.

In the privacy of the car, I stripped down completely, changing into my “Susan-clothes”—a carefully selected suit that gave the impression of a consultant working for an investment bank. Every detail was thought out, down to the pens and folded bills in the pockets, reinforcing the image. My other clothes were locked away in a secure suitcase, hidden from any curious eyes. I left nothing to chance, not even my devices - separate phones ensured that no trace of my double life could ever be uncovered.

As I changed clothes, with the divider to the driver carefully closed, I shifted my mindset as well. I left behind the affection and love I held for Francesca and Kim, along with the lingering thoughts of passion, seduction, and the boundless beauty of that life. Instead, I began to focus on the joy of coming home to Susan—our vibrant family life with six small children, the sprawling mansion, and the park-like garden that surrounded it. The thrill of London gave way to the warmth of home, where laughter and love awaited me in abundance.

Once I had finished changing, I sat back and relaxed, reaching for a drink from the well-stocked minibar in the limo. As I sipped the smooth, aged Scotch, my heart lit up at the thought of Susan, my dear wife, the devoted mother of my three sets of twins.

She was the love of my life, the most wonderful person I could ever have dreamed of. Not only was she strikingly beautiful, with her two magnificent, full breasts and a radiant smile that could light up any room, but she was also incredibly smart, delightfully funny, and deeply caring. Susan was everything - an extraordinary woman and, beyond that, the perfect homemaker.

She ran our bustling household with a charming efficiency that made it seem effortless, creating a warm sanctuary where affection and joy flourished, especially with our six lively little ones.

She had given up her promising scientific career to care for our growing number of children—and never even thought for a second that she was sacrificing anything. Being a mother and providing for them, for me, was what she truly wanted to do. I didn’t know if that desire had always been in her or if giving birth had reshaped her priorities, but did it really matter?

All that mattered was that Susan was happy. Her laughter filled our home, and her nurturing spirit created an atmosphere of warmth and comfort. She thrived in her role, finding joy in the little moments - whether it was helping with homework, organizing playful family outings, or simply holding our little ones close, enveloped in her love.

As the limo approached the mansion, the automatic gate swung open, revealing the expansive driveway lined with majestic, old trees that whispered secrets in the gentle breeze. My gaze fell on the two-story house, its warm glow spilling through the windows like a welcoming embrace. A smile crept onto my face as I noticed the toys strewn across the lush grass - colorful reminders of the vibrant chaos that awaited me inside.

I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the bustling life that would soon envelop me. For a fleeting moment, I relished the last sip of my favorite Scotch, a rare 25-year-old delicacy that few could afford. The rich, smoky flavor danced on my palate as I savored this brief oasis of tranquility, knowing that soon I would be surrounded by the joyous noise of my family, where love and laughter reigned supreme.

As soon as the limo came to a stop in front of the grand entrance, the door swung open, and a surge of excitement burst forth. The kids came running outside to greet their dad, their laughter ringing through the air like sweet music. The two eldest, a boy and a girl, were the fastest, their little feet pounding against the stone path. Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees, not minding the risk of getting my expensive suit dirty, knowing that Susan would take care of it later. A fresh suit, clean and ironed, would be waiting for me when I left this whirlwind of joy behind.

Before I could even brace myself, the two whirlwinds collided with me, their small arms wrapping around me in a fierce embrace. I struggled to maintain my balance as they tumbled into my arms, giggles escaping their lips like a waterfall of happiness. Not far behind were their younger twin siblings, also a boy and a girl, running as fast as their tiny legs would carry them. I lifted each one of them into the air, reveling in their joyous laughter and affection, until the initial burst of excitement calmed, allowing me a moment to look towards the door.

At the entrance, Susan stood with our two youngest twins in her arms, two precious babies about six months old. She observed the scene with the affectionate gaze of a mother, her heart swelling with love as she watched her husband come home. Even amidst the chaos, she kept a watchful eye, ensuring the older kids stayed in line, preventing any tumbles or skirmishes.

I locked eyes with her for a long minute, both of us smiling, our expressions conveying what words could never capture. In that moment, gratitude flowed between us; I was thankful that she had created this loving home for me to return to, and she felt appreciative that I provided for our family, allowing her the freedom to focus on what she cherished most - caring for our children and nurturing our home. Our love ran deep, a silent understanding that needed no words.

I slowly made my way toward the door, dragging the four kids who clung to my legs, squealing with delight as they played hide-and-seek around me. Their laughter echoed through the air, filling my heart with warmth and joy. As I approached, I noticed the new nanny, Nina, standing a bit shyly behind Susan. She looked very young, just out of school, with a tall and slim figure. Her long blonde hair flowed freely around her shoulders, and she wore fashionable jeans with trendy holes, so snug at the waist that only teenagers could dream of wearing them. I estimated her waist was no more than 26 inches—probably just 24 - which added to her youthful and innocent appearance.

Nina kept herself shielded from view behind Susan, but as I got closer, she gently took one of the babies from Susan’s arms, giving her a free hand to greet me. For a brief moment, I caught a glimpse of Nina’s upper body and was surprised to see that she had more curves than I had imagined. While much smaller than Susan’s impressive assets, those two peaches were notable on her petite frame.

What made her chest most noteworthy was the apparent lack of bra, allowing the delightful concave shape of her breasts to shine through the soft fabric of her top. Her small, perfectly rounded breasts, like ripe peaches, were accentuated by her stiff nipples, which pressed prominently through the thin material. This combination gave her an air of carefree innocence, as if unaware—or perhaps indifferent—to the undeniable arousal she stirred in any man who glanced her way.

What made her chest most noteworthy was the apparent lack of bra, allowing the delightful concave shape of her breasts to show through the soft fabric of her top. Accentuating these beautifully shaped little peaches even more were her surprisingly stiff nipples pointing prominently through the elastic material, giving her that carefree appeal of an innocent girl who was blissfully unaware about what she might stir in men.

I stepped forward to Susan, planning a long, loving kiss as I embraced her, careful not to crush the baby nestled in her arms. After planting a soft kiss on the baby’s forehead, I turned to Nina, who looked down shyly.

First, I took the baby from her, planting another kiss on the little one’s cheek, then I lightly squeezed Nina’s shoulder, offering a friendly gesture of reassurance. Happily, she looked up and met my eye. I marveled at the bright blue shade of her pupils. Then her reaction changed suddenly, as a bright shade of pink flushed over her cheeks.

Had my innocent gesture triggered this reaction? What had she thought to make her blush? I was momentarily confused but quickly dismissed the thought. We stepped through the front door and the warm air of the house enveloped us, filled with the mouth-watering aroma of food wafting from the kitchen and the sweet scent of fresh flowers Susan had artfully arranged throughout the home.

The house itself, with its weathered stone walls and intricate woodwork, spoke of a glorious time when it was built. Susan had perfectly decorated it inside, keeping it true to its more than three-hundred-year-old history while adding a modern touch. Toys and children’s drawings were scattered everywhere, creating a vibrant atmosphere that spoke of a home where children were the center of the universe.

My eyes grew a bit misty with happiness as I made my way to the living room, where I was greeted by the familiar scene of chaos - a whirlwind of colors and sounds. I left the kids in their joyful play, retreating upstairs to the master bedroom. In the quiet of the room, I could still hear the energetic laughter and playful shrieks of the children as Susan and Nina attempted to restore some semblance of order. While I changed into more comfortable clothes, I couldn’t shake the mystery of Nina’s blush. I tried to wrap my head around it, but the meaning eluded me.

Not wanting to keep them waiting too long, I made my way back downstairs, greeted by the delightful aroma of a wonderfully set meal. The dining table was beautifully arranged, and as I took my seat, I couldn’t help but smile at the lively chaos around me. The kids bounced around, their laughter filling the air, while the two women tended to their needs, barely taking a moment to eat themselves.

As I enjoyed the delicious spread laid out before me, I couldn’t help but notice how little Susan and Nina seemed to eat. They were more focused on ensuring the kids were happy, serving them bites of food while they barely touched their plates. I glanced at Nina’s impossibly thin waist, a reminder of her youth, and guessed she didn’t indulge much either. Susan had always been a light eater as well. How she had managed to accumulate enough to grow those two melons on her chest was a mystery I had long pondered.

When the meal was finished, they tucked the kids into bed, with me as the star of the evening, of course. The four of them competed to sit on my legs until each found a small space, giggling as they settled in. I perched comfortably on the large sofa in the cozy living room, reading a cheerful bedtime story in my deep voice. Dressed in their pajamas, the children nestled closely, their eyes wide with anticipation. Meanwhile, the two women busied themselves in the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes, the sounds of their laughter mingling with my storytelling.

As the story unfolded, I watched the little ones drift off to sleep faster than ever. I savored the moment, knowing how much they loved these bedtime rituals. When the last of their eyelids fluttered closed, I carefully lifted each child and carried them to their respective beds, placing a gentle kiss on their foreheads before shutting off the light.

The house grew quieter, with only the two babies remaining awake, their soft coos and gurgles filling the air. Susan got ready to nurse them upstairs in their room, gently cradling the little ones in her arms.

“Why don’t you go to the shed with Nina and grab some logs for the fireplace?” she suggested, her tone casual. “Take your time; I’ll be busy nursing for at least an hour.”

Did her voice betray a little excitement? Then, as she began to carry the babies up the stairs, I caught her giving a wink to Nina from the corner of my eye. What kind of secret did they share?

I found myself alone with Nina for the first time, and her quickened breathing and returning blush confused me again. Did she subtly push out her breasts for me? The longer the evening progressed, the more convinced I became that she was flirting with me. Or was I merely hallucinating? Why would this barely legal teen show interest in me?

pushed those thoughts aside and led her to the shed. We both slipped on our shoes and stepped out into the fresh night air. I was surprised to see that Nina hadn’t bothered to put anything on over her thin top. The cold quickly caught up with her, and she shivered. My own shiver wasn’t just from the chill, but from the sight of her - her nipples, stiff from the cold, were pressing almost obscenely through the delicate, elastic fabric that clung to her like a second skin, stirring inappropriate thoughts in me.

Once inside the shed, she suddenly launched herself at me, asking me to warm her up. I wrapped her tiny body in my arms, feeling her heart pounding against my chest. I was acutely aware of how little fabric lay between her breasts and my skin, as it felt almost like we were touching bare skin. Ever so slowly, the situation drifted from innocent warmth towards steamy intimacy.

Then she suddenly took my hand, placing it on her midriff and gently pushing it beneath her elastic top. Slowly, she guided it upward until it cupped her bare tits. She flinched slightly as my fingers brushed against her hard nipples, but her hand on mine urged me to continue. I could feel her trembling with a mix of excitement and anxiety as she allowed me to caress her body, drawing me ever closer.

A minute later, she lifted her top over her head and wrapped her hands behind my neck, drawing me in for a kiss. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened, and her lips glistened invitingly. It was clear: She was offering herself to me.

She looked so young and innocent that I feared a rejection would seriously impact her future love life. Reluctantly, I accepted the offer and pressed my mouth against her soft lips, giving her a sensual kiss - one without tongue, a tender connection that felt too intimate for just a friendly gesture, yet still stopped short of igniting an even more passionate encounter.

Her lips felt sweet and delightfully soft. All the while, the two bare mounts with their hard nipples stabbing into my chest reminded me of how far we had already overstepped the boundary of innocence. I couldn’t deny that this youthful teen with her delicious tits has an effect on me. My arousal grew as much as my resolve to escape the situation faded. Did I even want to stop?

Then a voice in the back of my head screamed, “This is my home, the home I share with Susan. I can’t betray her with the delightful nanny. Not here, in our sanctuary. This isn’t London, where my escapades are just a part of life”

I needed to put a stop to it.

Just then, the sweet teen moaned in delight. Her body was glowing with the heat of anticipation for more, grinding against me with passion. It was as if she wanted to melt against me. Her slim body pressed at my lower parts, igniting the inevitable response. I felt the heat from between her legs on my rapidly stiffening rod. The situation was escalating quickly, and I sensed the point of no return approaching fast.

If I didn’t stop now, there would be no turning back!

With all my energy, I pushed her away and looked into her eyes. “Nina, we can’t do that. This is wrong. Please - put on your top, or I will be unable to...”

Before I could finish, she leaned in closer, her lips barely inches from mine. “What if I don’t want to?” she whispered, her voice a soft plea that tugged at my resolve.

I held her tight, preventing her from pressing those pretty tits against my chest again. I couldn’t avert my gaze from them, staring like a deer in the headlights.

She noticed my stare and looked down, embarrassment washing over her. Tears escaped her eyes, revealing her vulnerability.

“My boobs are too small, right?” she cried softly.

I was at a loss for words. How could she possibly think she was inadequate?

“No, Nina, that couldn’t be further from the truth. Your boobs are just wonderful. It’s painfully hard for me to prevent my hands from returning to them. There’s nothing wrong with you at all. I’m just not available. I don’t want to hurt Susan.”

“But Susan...” Nina’s voice trailed off, as if remembering something. “She isn’t here, is she?” she challenged softly, her breath warm against my skin. “She doesn’t need to know.”

“I’m sorry,” I replied softly yet firmly. Gently, I handed her the top. “Please, put this on. I’ll go get some logs.”

I saw disappointment wash over her, tears glistening in the dim light as she slipped the top back over her head. I grabbed a few logs and rushed back to the house, leaving her behind to compose herself.

Inside the house, the warmth enveloped me like a comforting blanket. I set the logs by the fireplace, my mind still racing from the encounter. I knew I had made the right choice, yet a part of me wished for something different.

Nina entered quietly, her eyes searching for mine. I could tell she was trying to mask her emotions, but the vulnerability still lingered.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

I shook my head, offering a soft smile. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. It’s just ... complicated. You’re beautiful, Nina, but I have to think of Susan.”

She nodded, clearly still feeling the sting of rejection, appearing confused. “But Susan...” her voice trailed off, and I saw the conflict in her eyes. Then, without another word, she turned and ran off.

I was left standing by the fireplace, pondering those last words. Why couldn’t she accept that my loyalty to Susan wouldn’t allow me to take things further with her? I recalled the conspiratory exchange between her and Susan from earlier. There was more to this, something deeper I couldn’t quite grasp.

A while later, Nina returned with Susan, and the two of them joined me on the sofa. Susan made a point of settling Nina beside me, gently resting her head on my lap and guiding my arm around her.

Susan had an incredible way of making everyone feel at ease, so I didn’t initially notice how, with her subtle movements, my hand naturally ended up resting against Nina’s soft breast. Instinctively, my fingers curled slightly, cupping the gentle curve of one of her small, delicate peaches. For a moment, I gave it a light squeeze – then reality struck, and I quickly withdrew my hand as if I had touched fire, guilt flashing through me as I glanced at Susan.

But she only smiled, that warm, knowing smile that always seemed to soothe any unease. My confusion must have been plain on my face, as Susan placed her hand over mine, gently guiding it back. This time, I allowed my palm to fully cup the soft, delicate globe once more, Susan’s hand applying a slight pressure, encouraging me. I gave another, more deliberate squeeze, still uncertain, but feeling the tension rise in the air around us.

Susan shifted to my other side, gently guiding my arm around her and placing my hand on her full breasts. Her touch was confident and deliberate. So, there I was, sitting by the fireplace in my own home, with two women nestled close, each of my hands resting against their breasts. The firelight flickered over us as we relaxed into the moment, each lost in our own thoughts.

The warmth from the flames mingled with the heat of their bodies, pressed against mine. We sat in silence, the crackling fire the only sound in the room. Feeling the softness of their breasts in my hands created a tension more electric than the fire itself. Susan’s generous, heavy melons contrasted with Nina’s smaller, perky peaches, yet both stirred a strong current of arousal in me. The way their hard nipples pressed against my palms, despite the heat, made me certain they felt the same erotic tension. Nina’s breathing slowed as she drifted into sleep, her head still resting on my lap, her body curled gently against me. I glanced at Susan, whose expression remained calm, almost serene, as if everything was unfolding exactly as she intended. I felt a swirl of confusion, but before I could speak, Susan leaned in, her voice soft, intimate, barely above a whisper.

“I arranged this,” she murmured, her eyes catching the glow of the fire. “Nina confided in me how afraid she is of her first time. She’s never had the chance to discover what true physical connection feels like. I thought ... I thought you could help her.”

Her words hit me like a bolt of lightning. I stared at her, completely dumbstruck, unable to process what she was saying.

“I promised her you’d be gentle, that you’d be the best lover she could ever have,” Susan continued, her tone earnest, almost pleading. “She trusts you. And ... I thought maybe this could help us too. I know I haven’t been giving you as much attention as you deserve. I thought, if I gave her to you, it might ease my guilt. I thought it might bring us closer.”

With a playful, mischievous tone, Susan added, “I just didn’t expect you would be able to resist her!”

I was speechless. Gratitude, shock, and disbelief flooded my mind. I looked at Susan, my heart swelling with love for this incredible woman, who would go to such lengths to resolve her own struggles and mine. In that moment, I realized how lucky I was to have her.

“Oh Susan! You should have told me...” I managed to say before a passionate kiss ended our discussion. We kissed deeply, passionately, the fire between us reigniting, not just with desire but with a profound connection that ran deeper than words.

By the time our passion had died down, the fire had burned to embers. We sat quietly together, Susan leaning her head gently against mine. The warmth of her skin pressed softly against me, a reflection of the deep love, trust, and unspoken connection we shared. The only sound was the faint crackling of the remaining embers.

Eventually, Susan placed fresh logs into the fireplace, reigniting the room with the crackling flames. As the fire grew, she began to speak softly, her voice intimate, as if she was revealing long-hidden truths. “My first time ... was a disaster,” she said with a wry smile. “The boy was so nervous, he kept jabbing me with his bony hips whenever he tried to move on top of me, completely killing whatever arousal I’d managed to build.”

Susan paused for a long moment, but I remained silent, sensing she needed time to gather the strength to share something deeply personal.

“I remember thinking about calling it off,” she finally continued, her voice softer now, “when he suddenly jerked forward, tearing through my barrier. The pain was awful,” she let out a soft laugh, a mixture of humor and old pain lacing her tone. “And just like that, before I could even process what had happened, he finished, leaving me filled with sticky, yucky stuff.”

Her laugh faded as she grew more serious, her eyes reflecting the firelight. “It didn’t get better with the next guy, either. Intercourse became just ... a duty, something I endured while they got what they wanted. I felt like I was just a hole to catch their spunk, something to use, like...” she smirked, the exaggeration lifting the mood for a moment, “like a sex doll.”

After a moment of silence, she whispered, with her usual touch of irony, “Getting filled with that sticky, gooey spunk ... left me feeling ... well, empty.” Her voice trailed off, and I could feel the weight of her words hanging in the air between us, despite her playful delivery.

My hand gently stroked her hair, offering her comfort as she spoke. Anger stirred inside me at the thought of those men who had treated her with so little care, so little respect. Susan deserved more than that - she deserved tenderness, love, real connection.

She sighed, her eyes closing briefly as she leaned into my touch, thankful for my quiet support. “I tried to find satisfaction elsewhere, thinking that maybe it was just the wrong people, the wrong timing. I had flings with those hunky guys who had been chasing me ever since my boobs started spilling out of my training bra,” she continued with a slight chuckle, though the humor quickly faded. “But none of them paid attention to me. It was always the same story - just using me, never caring about my pleasure.”

Her vulnerability pierced my heart, and I felt a swell of emotion, protective and caring. I wanted to erase those painful memories for her.

“I was miserable,” she admitted quietly. “Eventually, I even went to therapy. My therapist once asked me if I thought my choices—going after younger men—might have something to do with their inexperience. I knew she was hinting at trying older men, more experienced ones.”

She glanced up at me then, a small smile on her lips, and said lightheartedly, “I can definitely say that sex with old teachers can be just as bad. Being crushed under an ugly old chap who humps at you without a care is even worse than being crushed under a young athlete who doesn’t give a damn for your pleasure, even if the act lasts a bit longer.”

Susan moved her head back and added, “Can you believe it? I even learned how to fake enthusiasm to make them come faster, to get away quicker...”

Suddenly, she planted a kiss on me and said, “You came to my rescue.”

“Remember how we met? How old were we? I think I was 21 and you were 24, right? You didn’t let my lack of interest in sex discourage you from pursuing me,” she said, her eyes sparkling with nostalgia.

“Hey, remember you didn’t stop pursuing me! All those times you just happened to show up at my volleyball practice? Those hours we spent talking afterward, even though you never gave me a chance to shower?”

“You stank!!!” she laughed. “I don’t know how I could have put up with that!”

In a more serious tone, she continued, “You know, no one had ever shown interest in me like you did. Everyone just wanted to see my tits and put their ... you know what ... in my hole.”

“Who says I didn’t want to see your tits?” I asked playfully, lifting her shirt to look at her chest.

“Oh, you bad boy!” She slapped my hand away from her chest. “Anyway, I never felt so loved. And then, when we finally ended up in bed together, you blew my mind. I had just agreed to it to reward you for all the attention you gave me, expecting it to be as little pleasure for myself as all the times before. Little did I know that the reward was totally on my side. What was it? Four, five, six orgasms? I didn’t even know what an orgasm was before you started to touch me. My world was shattered.”