Brian
On the list of stupid stuff I've done while horny, "Letting my nanny blow me in the laundry room while my kids are home and then revealing I am in fact married as my wife looks on" sits extremely high.
Lane, Janice and I all stand in a triangle as they both absorb the information I've given them. Janice is my wife. Lane is just the nanny.
I haven't known the enticing Lane very long but I think I had a pretty good grasp on his personality to realize he wouldn't handle this situation well. I didn't think he would faint however.
As Lane hits the floor, passing out immediately, I ran to catch him and ended up sprawled on the floor with his head cradled in my lap.
The children cried out and gasped but surprisingly Janice goes to comfort them. In all the years we were married, her involvement with our children was bare bones at best. The fact that she's here now, acting like a doting mother makes me extremely suspicious.
Pulling my attention from Janice, I notice that Lane is coming to in my lap.
"Brian?" His speech comes out mumbled and slurred. "What happened? Why are we on the floor?"
What do I even say? "
You passed out because I let you believe I was widowed before seducing you into sucking me off in a laundry room after which you met my actually not dead wife?
"
Yeah, that'd go over well.
It was then that I saw the glittering metal bracelet wrapped around Lane's wrist.
"Lane, are you a diabetic?" I asked him while he remained in my lap.
Slowly he pulled himself away from me to sit up against me on the floor and responded, "Yes, I'm a Type 1 diabetic. I guess my sugar got too low and that's what caused me to pass out. I'm so sorry."
I've never felt like more of a scumbag. This was all my fault. He passed out because he didn't finish his dinner. He didn't finish his dinner because I pulled him into the laundry room. Then the shock of Janice and the fact that he didn't eat caused him to pass out. And now he was apologizing for it. On top of the award for "Worst Boss" I was winning tonight, I was also winning, "Biggest Douche Bag Ever."
Hearing all the commotion, James came out of the servant's quarters and took in the scene. I watched as his face turned from rage at the sight of Janice to the sight of compassion and curiosity when he caught my body supporting Lane on the floor.
"Here," James said while motioning towards Lane, "let's get you settled back down at the dining table while I have Hattie, our cook, heat your meal up. Do you need your medical bag?"
Lane looked up at James in confusion. I was also wondering myself how James knew he even had a medical bag.
James looked sheepishly at Lane and said, "I took the liberty of unpacking your car. I happened to see your bag with the medical card on it. I didn't mean to impose, I was merely trying to offer a helping hand."
Lane looked like he could cry. I was used to James going above and beyond for me but it's possible Lane didn't have anyone in his life like that. I didn't even bother to ask more about his family before I shoved my cock down his throat. Scoffing at my disgusting behavior, I got to my feet and helped James guide a weak Lane into the dining room. After I got him settled, I would return to check on the children and figure out what the hell Janice was doing here.
Lane
The shock at discovering Brian had a wife is replaced by the embarrassment of passing out in front of him. I can't believe I let my sugar get so low that I passed out. That hasn't happened to me in a very long time.
Suddenly, very short, older woman in a red apron adorned with birds came bustling into the room. She swept up my discarded plate into her hands and said very loud and quickly with no introduction, "This has been sitting for far too long. How about I make you a sandwich with some fruit? My sweetie Daryl is a diabetic and that's his go to food when his sugar is low."
Without another word, the woman swept from the room and returned to the kitchen.
James chuckled from his position beside the chair I was resting in. He had just returned from getting my medical bag from wherever he put my stuff when he unpacked my car. I still can't believe he did that for me. Never in my life had someone done something so nice for me without wanting anything in return. Even my own parents weren't that kind. Pulling myself out of thoughts I didn't care to dwell on at the moment, I looked at the still chuckling James.
"That old Hattie is the pushiest woman I've ever met but she takes care of everyone like their her own." James's smiled waned as he consider his next words. "She's one of your greatest allies in the household. Especially considering Janice is back."
With that, James angled a pointed look at Brian and left the room to return to the servants quarters. I was left to puzzle his words as I turned to Brian, ready to ask him what was going on with Janice and why he lied to me. Brian hadn't moved from his position behind my chair since he helped James lower me down a few minutes ago. His stare remained vacant as he studied the floor, a pained look on his face.
I was about to speak when the click-clack of heels broke his attention from the floor as he quickly looked at me and then to the doorway of the dining room. Janice appeared momentarily and their gazes caught, a silent, tense battle of will's to see who would speak first.
Finally Brian sighed and cast me a wary look. Starting in a bored tone, Brian said,
"Lane, I'm sorry to leave you but I must attend to matters in the other room for a minute. Please finish your dinner and then you are excused for the evening. James placed your things in the south wing, the second door on the right. That is your room for the foreseeable future. In the morning we will discuss the rest of your nanny duties."