Chapter 37: Nina’s Unexpected Present

As dinner wound down, the laughter and chatter of the children filled the air, punctuated by the clinking of dishes being cleared. Susan looked over at me with a smile, her eyes glowing with love and affection. “Why don’t you take your wine to the library and light a fire?” she suggested, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Nina and I can handle the cleanup.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but the determined look on her face made me reconsider. With a resigned chuckle, I nodded, knowing I had little say in the matter. I took the wine-bottle from her hand, snatched my glass and carried them to our lavish library, where the grant fireplace awaited. After placing both on the polished table, I knelt to light the fire. The dry wood caught quickly, the flames licking higher with each passing second, casting a golden glow that bathed the room in warmth. The crackling of the fire and the flickering light brought the space to life, wrapping it in a sense of comfort and intimacy.

Settling into the plush sofa, I took a moment to appreciate the Château Margaux, savoring the rich, fruity aroma that wafted up. As I lifted the glass to my lips, the first taste was exquisite - a velvety texture unfurling on my palate, with notes of blackcurrant and a hint of vanilla. The scent was intoxicating, hints of dark berries mingling with a subtle earthiness that promised complexity. I looked at the label to take note of the year, making a little mental note to order more 2015 when the wine-shop called again.

The wine’s lingering finish left me in a state of bliss, the warmth of the alcohol pooling in my chest, perfectly complementing the crackling fire. I leaned back, enjoying the moment, while the distant sounds of Susan and Nina preparing the children for bed floated through the house. I felt a swell of contentment, relishing the simple pleasures that life had to offer. Then my mind wandered to earlier, reliving the memory of Nina’s nude, youthful body arching in rapture, her perky tits bouncing and her slick, tight pussy gripping me desperately.

I was lost in the hypnotic dance of the flames, my mind lulled into a rare peace by the gentle crackling and warmth, while indulging in memories of fucking our beautiful, sexy nanny. But then, out of nowhere, Nina appeared beside me, her voice soft as she broke the trance. “The kids are waiting for their good-night reading upstairs.”

“Of course! I’m coming,” I said, snapping out of my reverie and setting my glass aside as I got to my feet. I followed her down the hall, catching myself mid-thought as my gaze drifted to the way her small hips swayed, framed perfectly by that snug outfit. Damn, her ass looks sexy, I thought before pushing it aside, reminding myself it was time to focus on the bedtime routine.

When we reached the kids’ room, all four of them erupted in excitement, competing for space on my lap as they did every time I was there. It was a delightful kind of chaos - little hands reaching, small voices demanding attention. Eventually, everyone had claimed a spot, tiny bodies nestled against me as I wrapped my arms around them, feeling their warmth settle into mine.

Susan handed me the book, her smile warm as she’d already found the place we’d left off. I opened it to the familiar illustrations of dinosaurs, and with my deep, soothing voice, I began to read. Their eyes went wide with fascination as I described the ancient world of T-Rexes and Brontosauruses, painting a vivid picture that made them hang onto every word.

In the doorway, Susan and Nina stood close, arms wrapped around each other as they watched. Their expressions softened, eyes filled with a kind of quiet joy as they took in the scene, the perfect stillness of a family moment. For a brief instant, time itself seemed to pause, and I felt their love and happiness radiating across the room. For Susan, this was the epitome of joy - the culmination of everything she cherished most. And seeing them there, sharing in this moment, I knew it was the same for Nina.

A few minutes later, Susan and Nina had quietly retreated from the doorway. The faint sounds of clinking dishes and running water drifted from the kitchen, telling me they were wrapping up the cleanup, maybe even preparing for tomorrow’s breakfast. I read on, my voice steady and soothing, feeling the kids’ breaths grow softer, shallower with each word. One by one, their heads drooped, little eyelids falling shut as they drifted into sleep, carried off to sweet dreams.

When I was certain they were all deep in their dreams, I closed the book, carefully setting it aside before gently lifting each child and placing them in their beds. With the softest touch, I tucked them in, brushing a gentle kiss over each small forehead, watching them breath, peaceful and serene. Satisfied, I turned off the light and tiptoed out, closing the door quietly behind me before making my way down to the kitchen.

As soon as I stepped inside, Susan came up to me, a warm smile lighting her face. She looped her arm through mine, guiding me toward the fireplace in the living room. She gave Nina a little wink, signaling her to check the kids before joining us. I had to smile at the unspoken understanding between them, even if it implied they had to double-check my work. But really, who was I to complain? Susan ran this household like a well-oiled machine, keeping everything and everyone in perfect order while I was away so often.

When we reached the sofa in front of the fireplace, Susan led me to the middle and settled in beside me. Her gorgeous jugs pressed against my arm, her head tucked into my shoulder, leaving the other side open for Nina to join us, apparently the new normal for us. She handed me my glass of Château Margaux, letting me savor a sip before playfully stealing a taste herself.

“Do you like it?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with satisfaction.

“It’s absolutely perfect,” I replied, smiling down at her. “Just like my perfect wife.”

Susan’s smile widened as she squeezed my hand. “I’m glad you think so,” she said with a teasing glint. “I went ahead and stocked up for us - there are ten more boxes waiting down in the wine cellar.”

“You’re incredible, Susan! I was just thinking of ordering more,” I laughed, wrapping her in a tight embrace.

Just then, Nina reappeared, slipping onto the sofa next to us like it was the most natural thing in the world. Trying to keep things friendly, I offered her a glass to taste the wine. She smiled politely and declined, her eyes darting to Susan with that subtle, knowing glance. It was clear there was something brewing between the two of them - a private scheme that I was somehow on the outside of, yet felt woven into all the same.

I leaned back, figuring there was no use trying to guess what they were keeping from me. My mind drifted to the last time we’d sat around the fire like this. I remembered how Susan had coaxed me into taking Nina’s virginity that night, making it sound like some twisted form of “healing” for her past. I’d hesitated at first, but Susan’s sweet persuasion worked its magic.

She’d set the scene herself, watching with that approving look as we both stripped Nina bare. Susan prepared her, lapping at her clit with teasing, skilled strokes until Nina moaned and trembled in orgasm. Then, with a guiding hand, she lined my cock up to Nina’s untouched slit, and let me be the one to finally break her in, turning the night into something raw and unforgettable for both of us. That memory still echoed vividly, raw and wild, lingering even now.

I was lost in thought, replaying every charged moment of that night, when Susan’s voice gently pulled me back. “Kids really are the greatest joy, aren’t they, Tom?”

“Of course,” I replied, snapping to attention. There was something in her tone - a hint of something deeper - though I couldn’t quite place it.

“Wouldn’t it be even better with more kids?” she asked, her voice soft, almost teasing, yet laced with intention.

I frowned slightly, choosing my words carefully. “Sure, kids are wonderful. But I thought you didn’t want to go through another pregnancy after the twins?”

Susan laughed lightly, shaking her head. “Oh, three rounds of twins was plenty for me. No more swollen ankles, no more labor - I’m definitely done with all that. But...” Her eyes sparkled, her tone shifting to something almost playful. “What if there was another way? Just imagine - one or two more little ones. Wouldn’t that be amazing?”

I blinked, caught off guard. “Another way?” I echoed, eyebrows raised. “Babies don’t just appear out of nowhere. But, hey, if you’ve got some magic solution, I’m all ears.” I tried to lighten the moment with a chuckle, but something in the room had shifted.

That’s when Nina let out a shaky breath, one she must’ve been holding far too long. Sitting beside me, she trembled, her hand barely steady as her eyes welled with tears she could no longer hold back. Suddenly, she broke down completely, sobs wracking her small frame as tears streamed in an unstoppable flood.

Before I could react, Susan leaned over, reaching across me to pull Nina into her arms. She stroked her hair, her voice low and soothing. “See?” she whispered gently. “I told you he’d understand. Everything’s going to be okay.”

As Nina’s sobs began to quiet, I turned to Susan, my eyes demanding answers, the questions burning on my tongue but unable to escape. She met my gaze steadily, her expression warm yet resolute, leaving no doubt about what she meant.

“Our kids are going to love having another little sibling or two,” she said softly, her words carrying both tenderness and certainty, “ ... especially since Nina’s the one carrying them.”

The room seemed to tilt. Nina, pregnant? My mind raced, struggling to keep up. Hadn’t we agreed on the morning-after pill after that wild night? How were we supposed to explain this - me fathering children with the nanny? What would people say?

Then, like a bolt of lightning, the pieces fell into place. The signs I’d brushed aside - Nina’s swollen, sensitive nipples, her quiet refusal of wine, Susan practically pushing her into my arms tonight - it was all part of their plan. They’d schemed together, orchestrating this moment perfectly. Susan knew me too well; she knew that after being with Nina again, I wouldn’t be able to say no. She’d counted on it. And, damn it, she was right.

Now, trapped in their web, I realized I didn’t even want to fight it. Susan knew me better than I knew myself - I wanted this. More kids. Nina’s kids. At a loss for words, I reached out and placed my hand on Nina’s belly, stroking it softly, a silent gesture of acceptance. Both women understood instantly, their faces lighting up as if I’d just offered them the world.

We sat there for what felt like forever, bathed in the flickering glow of the fire. The silence was heavy yet comforting, the moment too profound for words. Both women leaned into me, their bodies warm and soft, as if I’d given them the most precious gift imaginable. And perhaps I had. No, watching their faces, I knew without a doubt ... I had.

Eventually, Susan sensed the questions still swirling in me. She leaned over and asked Nina to check on the babies, giving her a reassuring glance as she left the room. Once we were alone, Susan turned to me, her voice steady and calm as she laid out her plan. She had thought it all through. Nina would say the father of her baby was unknown, spinning a story about a party mistake. Then, Susan and I would adopt the child - or twins - out of a sense of responsibility for our nanny.

Susan would raise the children as her own, while Nina could choose how much to share with them later. Of course, Nina would stay with us permanently. Susan had it all planned out, right down to the sleeping arrangements. She intended to renovate a little annex at the house, currently cluttered with old machinery, transforming it into a private sanctuary for Nina if she needed space.

I knew there was nothing I could say. Susan was in charge. It would all unfold exactly as she envisioned - just like always. But I couldn’t shake the nagging questions: How? Why?

As if reading my mind, Susan answered before I could voice my thoughts. “We talked about the risk of pregnancy when I suggested Nina use you to conquer her fear of sex. I mentioned how you knocked me up three times despite my birth control. It seems your sperm have some kind of superpower.” She paused, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Nina confessed that having kids has been her lifelong dream - that’s why she became a nanny in the first place. She said she’d never resort to pills to prevent what she’s wanted for so long and let nature take its course. I think it’s kind of sweet, don’t you? Wouldn’t you want a nanny who adores kids?”

Her words sent a rush of heat through me, mixing excitement with disbelief. “I guess I’ve always secretly wished you would actually knock her up - against all odds. I’ve thought about wanting more kids, but without the hassle of another pregnancy. Seems like my prayers have been answered.”

I shook my head, feeling that I had to give at least a little push-back for being used like that. “I’m not just some breeding machine for your plans, you know.”

Susan grinned, not missing a beat. “Oh, come on. Nobody had to force you to use that babymaker of yours on her, did they?” She leaned closer, voice teasing but firm. “And judging by the way Nina was screaming for you today, you’re not exactly acting like some reluctant stud. So don’t play innocent with me,” she added, her smile wicked, “not when you’re all too happy to be filling her up.”

Susan’s gaze softened, though the teasing gleam never left her eyes. “And just think - you get something out of this, too,” she purred, voice dripping with mischief. “You’ve got a sexy, plaything, always ready to let you fuck her brains out, given her unsatisfiable teeny horniness. Helps me not feel so guilty about my own low sex drive.”

She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper, but there was nothing subtle about it. “And don’t pretend you’re not into it. I see how hard you get just watching her bounce around with those perky little tits of hers, poking through her tight top. So fresh and firm next to my, well,” she chuckled, glancing down at herself, “my big, soft bumpers.”