Chapter 42

Ema was integrating into our little household very well. She moved into the guest bedroom and quickly made it her home. We assured her that the new bedrooms would be for guests and that her room, which was right next to the nursery, would remain hers after the renovation.

It was obvious to all of us that Ema and Cheyenne’s relationship was more than platonic. The dark nanny seemed very affectionate with our maid, but seemed very nervous about the rest of us. Probably not quite sure if we expected more than just child care duties from her.

With Oliver now in the nursery most of the time, I resolved to replace the ‘superwhameodyne baby monitor’ that Miranda had given us with something quite better. I had made the unit as secure as I could, but it was poor technology at best, with a single video output and no safe way to actually use its supposed phone app integration.

Being that the nursery was already heavily monitored with cameras, my problem was getting them off the ‘security’ system, which was rightfully air gapped from the internet, and on to another system that could be safely and securely monitored by the loft’s smart home system, with its many screen capable devices, as well as the wider internet.

I had already install devices with displays, but no cameras, in the home office. Utilizing the nursery cameras to monitor Oliver, rather than collect porn-worthy video, was a no-brainer. All it required was up grading one of the camera’s firmware and a network jumper to connect the camera to the regular house network hosted in the workshop, instead of the ‘security’ network hosted in the secret ‘security’ room.

I wanted Ema to be able to use the system both from her phone and the display in her bedroom, but was not sure how she would respond to the obviously hidden camera in the nursery. I picked a camera that had a good view of the whole nursery and had good coverage of the crib.

“Wow. The nanny-cam is really hidden good. Though I don’t suppose its really a nanny-cam if I know its there.”

“It’s really just a fancy baby monitor.”

“Oh yeah. I can see that.”

“You don’t seem too upset there’s a camera.”

The dark girl blushed. “Well after I saw the video clause in my contract and the NDA I talked to Cheyenne and she said you have security cameras. So I figured...” she shrugged. “It’s not like I haven’t done a lot more on camera than I’m likely to do in the nursery.”

Of course I neglected to tell her about the other four cameras in the room. Or any of the cameras in the room she was using. While I was reconfiguring the monitor camera in Oliver’s room I left the other cameras in Oliver’s room working but went ahead and turned off the ones in the Ema’s room.

The entry of Ema into our little den of iniquity took a much shorter time than Cheyenne’s. Just over a week after the nanny moved in I found the girl loitering in the hall. The reason was quite simple. As I came up behind her I heard a low moan come out of the great room.

Ema jumped when I reached her. I saw what had her attention. Emily and Darla were making out near the kitchen island. There was a breast pump sitting on the counter and Darla was nursing at Emily’s breast, or at least doing cleanup duties.

Ema’s face had a look of shock when she realized I was behind her.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spy.” Then she retreated to her room.

My ladies were kissing when I entered the great room. They looked up to see me, and Darla smiled until she saw my face.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’ve managed to scandalize our new nanny.”

“Shit. I forgot,” Emily said,

Darla was unrepentant.

“She’ll have to get use to it if she’s going to be around here. I’m not going back to hiding what I do to meet some perceived standard of behavior. Certainly not in my own house.”

“Perhaps we need to have a talk with her then,” I said.

Emily was playing with Oliver when his nap time came. He was a little fussy so she fed him and then put him down. Ema was cleaning up when Emily returned.

“Ema,” the pixie girl said. “I think we need to have a talk.”

“Alright Miss Emily.”

“I told you just Emily, OK?”

I was already waiting in one of the conversation areas. I was going to miss having so many places to just arbitrarily have a talk. Darla came in from the bedroom, Emily had obviously talked to her after she put Oliver down.

Darla and I picked a couch while Emily picked a nearby love seat, pretty much forcing Ema to sit next to her.

“You’re not in trouble,” Emily said. “It’s just we saw you watching us earlier.”

“I’m sorry Mi ... Emily. I didn’t mean to snoop.”

“No. We were in a public, well at least a not in a totally private space,” Darla said. “I don’t blame you for watching, but on the other hand we’re not going to curtail our activities either. I well understand at some point we’ll want to, just because Oliver will be old enough to take an interest. But that is not yet.”

“If you’ve talked to Cheyenne you already have an idea of what goes on around here,” I said.

“You mean all the sex? Yes I know.”

“Just as in Cheyenne’s case participation is not a condition of employment. You don’t have to take part in anything. Conversely we will not let your presence prevent our activities. If that’s a problem for you...”

“No. No it’s not. I was just surprised.” She took a deep breath. “If it bothers me too much I’ll just go to my room.”

“You are not required to participate,” Darla repeated. “But you are welcome under the right circumstances.”

“The right circumstances?”

“Obviously Oliver is a factor. Also some of our friends might be reluctant until they get to know you.”

I could feel Ema’s eyes on me.

“Yes, my husband is quite a dish,” Darla said.

She blushed then said, “Yes he is. May I be excused now?”

“Yes,” Emily said.

“Well what do you think she’ll do?” Darla asked when Ema was gone.

“I don’t know,” I answered. “She seems pretty shy for an OnlyFans girl.”

“She’s still trying to get her feet under her here,” Emily said. “Give her time.”

It came to a head less than three days later. Darla and Emily were out. I was working in the office and when I finished I noticed how quiet the loft was.

As I stepped into the great room I could see that Cheyenne and Ema were standing at the island. They seemed oblivious to what was happening around them, their eyes locked on each other. Cheyenne’s hand was over Ema’s on the island counter. Suddenly Cheyenne turned her head, withdrawing her hand from the dark girl.

“Hello Danny,” she said looking at me.

I walked directly to her. Placing my arm around her familiarly, I gave her a peck on the lips. She smiled at me and nodded her head toward Ema. I looked over at the dark girl who was looking me directly in the eye, her tongue moistening her lips. I moved over to the nanny and gave her a peck on the cheek, running my cheek up against hers as I withdrew. I noted as I pulled away her eyes were closed. She opened them and smiled at me. A smile full of promise.

I turned back toward Cheyenne. The redhead reached out to grab the front of my shirt. She pulled me in for a deep kiss. Her hands moved to my face as our lips and tongues explored each other.

When we broke our kiss Cheyenne pulled away from me. She stepped into Ema, her hands reaching up to cup the girls face. The woman moved into each other their lips meeting. Their first kiss was a gentle peck. It was followed by a deep meeting of lips with searching tongues. Cheyenne’s hands, which initially were touching Ema’s face and hair, moved down her body until she was cupping the girl’s ass. Ema’s hands were on the redhead’s neck and shoulders, keeping her friend’s mouth in place as she pressed her lips to her.