Gone. Until death do us part...
Having sex with a Swedish nanny in his living room — like he was a teenager again — had been exhilarating. He’d agreed to train her, and would be punishing her shortly.
The guys at work would never believe him. Ever.
Inga the Swedish nanny — Job duties: Caretaker for the children during the day and slave servicing his cock at night.
Inga, the Swedish sex slave? Snap out of it, Garrett!
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like standing on a roof and shouting out his happiness. Well, except for the day he’d married, and the births of both children.
And yet, part of him wanted to just sit and cry. It felt like a final good-bye to Anne. He would always have a soul tie to his wife; she owned a part of him that no one would ever be able to touch. She’d carried and given birth to his children — with no medication. All natural. He’d to go to bed dying with a head cold, and she’d had the fortitude to pop out a nine pound baby without so much as an aspirin.
When Madalyn had come down with pneumonia at eight months, Anne didn’t sleep in their bed for days. Instead she’d held Madalyn in a chair so she would be upright and not struggling for air. When Liam had a febrile seizure at one, she’d slept on the floor by his crib. When Garrett had found her in the morning, her response was “That’s what Mommy’s do.”
The smell of lilacs in the spring would bring her memory back to him — forever. He wondered if the smell of her perfume would always make his cock hard.
But those memories reminded him of more than the loss of a wife. He’d lost a friend. A true and faithful friend. Having sex with Inga… felt disloyal .
Until death do us part…
He knew the words, knew what they meant. But his heart and emotions, felt like he’d been disloyal — like he’d betrayed her. Lying with another woman in his arms felt wrong, even though he knew he hadn’t committed a crime, or even a sin. And he knew that Anne would probably be cheering that he had a wannabe slave in his arms. She would be the first person happy that this situation had fallen into his lap — and his house.
Part of him wanted to find Anne and say, “You aren’t going to fucking believe what happened last night!”
It happened several times a day. He’d pick up his phone to send a text… and then remember that she was gone. Or he’d call her to pick up something at the grocery store, and before he’d finished punching in her number, that old, familiar pain would hit him again.
Until death do us part…
Inga made a sound and stirred against him. He turned to her, thinking she may have been asleep, but those big, beautiful blue eyes stared up at him. Eyes filled with tears. “I know. it’s hard. I’m sorry.”
Garrett turned to face Inga. She had tears in her eyes. Now he felt really guilty. His silence had hurt her, caused her tears.
He wiped her tears with the pad of his thumb. “Inga, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry. Sometimes I don’t talk, even when I should. not sorry about what happened between us Are you?”
“No. Not really.” She lightly stroked her hand down the side of his face. “Unless it was too soon and it made you feel bad? Did it?”
He closed his eyes and leaned into her. He’d missed that so much. The comfort of a woman’s gentle touch.
“No. Not really.” He smiled at her, mimicking her response. “It’s just difficult. I won’t sugar coat it or lie to you about my feelings — ever — just as I expect you to be honest about your feelings. I married Anne thinking it would be forever. I just didn’t think forever would be less than ten years. It feels like I’m being unfaithful, and I know that I’m not. But you can’t stop feelings from happening.”
She sat up quickly. “I should go. I need to go.” Throwing her leg over his thighs, she tried to escape.
“Oh no, Miss Inga. You aren’t going anywhere. This — what just
Having sex with a Swedish nanny in his living room — like he was a teenager again — had been exhilarating. He’d agreed to train her, and would be punishing her shortly.
The guys at work would never believe him. Ever.
Inga the Swedish nanny — Job duties: Caretaker for the children during the day and slave servicing his cock at night.
Inga, the Swedish sex slave? Snap out of it, Garrett!
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like standing on a roof and shouting out his happiness. Well, except for the day he’d married, and the births of both children.
And yet, part of him wanted to just sit and cry. It felt like a final good-bye to Anne. He would always have a soul tie to his wife; she owned a part of him that no one would ever be able to touch. She’d carried and given birth to his children — with no medication. All natural. He’d to go to bed dying with a head cold, and she’d had the fortitude to pop out a nine pound baby without so much as an aspirin.
When Madalyn had come down with pneumonia at eight months, Anne didn’t sleep in their bed for days. Instead she’d held Madalyn in a chair so she would be upright and not struggling for air. When Liam had a febrile seizure at one, she’d slept on the floor by his crib. When Garrett had found her in the morning, her response was “That’s what Mommy’s do.”
The smell of lilacs in the spring would bring her memory back to him — forever. He wondered if the smell of her perfume would always make his cock hard.
But those memories reminded him of more than the loss of a wife. He’d lost a friend. A true and faithful friend. Having sex with Inga… felt disloyal .
Until death do us part…
He knew the words, knew what they meant. But his heart and emotions, felt like he’d been disloyal — like he’d betrayed her. Lying with another woman in his arms felt wrong, even though he knew he hadn’t committed a crime, or even a sin. And he knew that Anne would probably be cheering that he had a wannabe slave in his arms. She would be the first person happy that this situation had fallen into his lap — and his house.
Part of him wanted to find Anne and say, “You aren’t going to fucking believe what happened last night!”
It happened several times a day. He’d pick up his phone to send a text… and then remember that she was gone. Or he’d call her to pick up something at the grocery store, and before he’d finished punching in her number, that old, familiar pain would hit him again.
Until death do us part…
Inga made a sound and stirred against him. He turned to her, thinking she may have been asleep, but those big, beautiful blue eyes stared up at him. Eyes filled with tears. “I know. it’s hard. I’m sorry.”
Garrett turned to face Inga. She had tears in her eyes. Now he felt really guilty. His silence had hurt her, caused her tears.
He wiped her tears with the pad of his thumb. “Inga, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry. Sometimes I don’t talk, even when I should. not sorry about what happened between us Are you?”
“No. Not really.” She lightly stroked her hand down the side of his face. “Unless it was too soon and it made you feel bad? Did it?”
He closed his eyes and leaned into her. He’d missed that so much. The comfort of a woman’s gentle touch.
“No. Not really.” He smiled at her, mimicking her response. “It’s just difficult. I won’t sugar coat it or lie to you about my feelings — ever — just as I expect you to be honest about your feelings. I married Anne thinking it would be forever. I just didn’t think forever would be less than ten years. It feels like I’m being unfaithful, and I know that I’m not. But you can’t stop feelings from happening.”
She sat up quickly. “I should go. I need to go.” Throwing her leg over his thighs, she tried to escape.
“Oh no, Miss Inga. You aren’t going anywhere. This — what just
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