Homewrecking Nanny

You now made your living, on paper, looking after the children of two income families. You were good at this job, which meant it was usually child's play to get yourself hired, even though the mother would clearly see you as a threat. Of course, you'd also gotten good at talking to these deluded women - convincing them that you were nothing more than a kind, caring young woman who just wanted to help them raise their children. Combined with their clear delusion that their loving husband would never stray - you hadn't yet met a man who wouldn't - you would get hired. The children would love you. The husband would fall in love with you. Either he'd leave his wife to prove his devotion to you, or she'd leave him after seeing him fucking you - and they never stopped fucking you just because their wife caught them. You were the other woman, the home wrecker, the slut. But you didn't care. You loved the chaos and the drama. You loved the way they would beg and plead and grovel at your feet. You loved the power you had over them. And you loved the sex. Oh, how you loved the sex.

And then you'd move on, leaving the wife broken over her failed marriage. You'd leave the husband broken over failing to win you. They were always so deep in their misery that they never told anyone what you had done to them. All that anyone heard was their reviews early in your work, praising you as the best nanny ever. Of course, with how much the husband was left wanting you, you were pretty sure he would still praise you. So you'd get hired easily to a new job. You'd worked for this latest couple for nearly 3 weeks, and today the wife would be away while the husband worked from home. It was time for one of your many marriage ending outfits to come into play.

You settled on a pair of tight, ripped jeans and a corset style tank top that flaunted your curves and your perfect, fit body. The jeans hugged your hips and ass perfectly, while the tank top showed just enough cleavage to tease and tantalize. You put your sexiest swimsuits into your bag for him to see when you were in the pool. When he inevitably retreated to the bedroom to masturbate away the frustration you'd built up in him, you would be waiting for him there in slinky black lingerie. The lingerie would hug your curves in all the right places, accentuating your body and making you look like a goddess. He wouldn't be able to resist you.