Mellow Yellow Ch 18

Vanessa peeked at Melinda and me screwing almost every time we had sex over the next couple of months, at least as far as I could tell. Bedtime for the kids was the cue that it was show time for Melinda and Paul. Saturday nights used to be Hockey Night in Canada but for Melinda and me they became Nookie Night in Canada. I was losing track of how the team was doing because my attention was now directed towards screwing Melinda in the TV room in front of my own appreciative audience. I was the number one scorer in the porn star league and I played every position. I may have had only one fan, but she was a very appreciative one. During the week, I made sure that the bedroom door was open every night, to improve the air circulation, of course.

By fall, Melinda announced that she was three months pregnant. I guess I should have expected that I would knock up Melinda, the way we were going at it. Actually, we had three great kids already and I wouldn't be disappointed if we had a fourth. Melinda's pregnancy created just one small problem for me. During Melinda's previous pregnancies, I got cut off completely after the third month. Vietnamese women are so slight in stature that they always balloon up when they're pregnant. Melinda was no different from the average. With her huge stomach, she found sex, even at half-dick, very uncomfortable. Melinda wouldn't even blow me off when she was pregnant. She said that the smell and taste of my dick gave her morning sickness. I guess, with her hormones out of shape, she couldn't take any male hormones.

Just the thought of being cut off for six months was a real drag in itself. I'm not a guy who enjoys cold showers or gets off from pulling the wire. I had gotten over all the previous six-month hiatuses in our sex life with no lasting ill effects that I could see. This time was different because Vanessa was now involved in our sex life. How could I put on a show all by myself? Instead of proudly putting my stick on display, I went back to watching the stickwork on the Hockey Channel.

About a week after Melinda's announcement, I was sitting at my desk in my home office. I was trying to get some work done while keeping my mind off sex, or lack of same. Vanessa knocked on the open door and entered my office. She was braless so that I could see her tits outlined by her T-shirt, just like the first day she came to work for us. She was wearing a pair of black, tight pants that showed off her ass and what she had between her thighs. She came and stood close enough to me sitting in my swivel chair that her crotch was less than half a meter from my face and right at my eye level.

"I took Tanya to the kindergarten this morning, Mr. Miskeivitch. Lin is having a nap in her crib and Damien is amusing himself in his playpen."

"That's fine Vanessa. Do you need to go out for a while? Just give me the child monitor and I'll take care of everything."

"Mrs. Tran is at work."

"Yes, Vanessa. She goes to work every morning. Melinda won't be on maternity leave for a long time. Is there something you want, Vanessa."

By now, nothing surprised me about our nanny. Vanessa answered: "Yes, there is something I want. Please come to my room and fuck me. I know that you and Mrs. Tran haven't had sex for a week. Don't you miss sex at all?"

"And how do you know we haven't had sex for a week?"

Vanessa hesitated slightly. "I've been watching you."

Call me weak, call me disloyal to Melinda, call me what you want. I know that I should have given Vanessa shit for watching us and then propositioning me. Maybe it was the kinky side of me but I had never talked to a voyeur about their "interests", especially one who watched me. As a writer of erotica, this was something that I had to look into. Look at it this way: I wasn't talking dirty or seducing my nanny. I was performing "research" for my stories.

"So you've been watching us. Tell me all about it. Tell me what you saw and what you felt when you saw it. How often did you watch us? Why did you watch us instead of finding a boyfriend?"

Vanessa pulled the side chair over and sat down, assuming the lotus position. Her sandals dropped to the floor, exposing her thin brown feet. I saw finely manicured toenails pointing towards me from beneath her knees. As Vanessa straightened her back, she provided a great crotch shot. I could see clearly the seam of skimpy panties disappearing around her inner thighs and the outline of her slit through her black pants. Vanessa had opened wide the Gates of Hell and was beckoning me to enter.

I tried to compose myself. I raised my gaze past her thin waist and flat stomach, pausing on the way up to take in Vanessa's firm tits. Her nipples were erect. My eyes continued upwards, past even white teeth and an ever-present smile. Our eyes made contact. I stared into her lovely brown pools and realized that Vanessa was thoroughly enjoying me ogling her. The voyeur was now putting on her own show.

I put an end to the show by asking Vanessa how her voyeurism came about. Vanessa explained that Filipinas are taught to repress their sex urges and to retain their virginity until marriage. All this secrecy and repression naturally made Vanessa curious as to what sex was all about. She read sex manuals and chatted on the singles sites but the first time she saw the real thing was when she caught Melinda and me on the couch. Vanessa said that the sight of us making love was more fascinating than anything she had ever witnessed in her life. She claimed that she was so hooked on watching us that she knew she had found her perversion in life: voyeurism.

Vanessa gave us both four stars for our performances. She said she thought Melinda was beautiful but she had never before seen a naked man until she saw me. Vanessa said that she always liked me as a person but seeing my, uh, physical attributes convinced her that she wanted to have sex with me. Suddenly, I realized that Vanessa was seducing me and she was damn good at it. She played on the fact that I had never fucked a Filipina, at least not one that I ever wrote about. Vanessa sensed that I was a sucker for brown eyes and she used hers to good effect. She was quite convincing that she would never tell Melinda about us, not even this conversation if I turned her down.

Vanessa started describing the great fucks she had seen Melinda and me engage in. Vanessa became more and more graphic in her descriptions and the memory of great fucks of the past got me hornier. My "research" was giving me a good woodie. Finally, Vanessa came up with a line that no married man could possibly resist.

"So you see, Mr. Miskeivitch, when you stopped having sex with Mrs. Tran, I was really at sea as it were. What should a simple girl from Baguio City do, as it were? I am sexually unfulfilled and now my employer is sexually unfulfilled. I have a problem and you have a problem. The only solution for your problem and for my problem is if I substitute for Mrs. Tran. Can't you see that this will be good for both of us?"

Vanessa stopped talking. The logic of her proposition sank into my head. Sex without guilt and benefits for all. With reasoning like that, could I do anything but agree? She took my hand and grabbed the baby monitor with her other hand. We walked quietly downstairs to her bedroom and closed the door. Wordlessly, Vanessa placed the baby monitor on the dresser, raised her T-shirt and pulled it over her head, letting her tits bob around in their newfound liberty. They were firm and a little larger than Melinda's tits. Her brown nipples were erect. Then she reached to her hip and unzipped her black slacks, removing them gracefully. My nanny was almost naked in front of me and I was so dumbfounded by what was going on that I didn't move or speak.

Vanessa came over and started to fumble inexpertly with my belt. That brought me back to reality. I said, "Here's how you do that." Vanessa wasn't any taller than Melinda so I took my shirt off while Vanessa unzipped my pants and slowly let her hands glide gently down my legs. This was no show; she had never felt hairy white legs before. I thought she was going to suck my dick but Vanessa just stared at the big bulge in front of my briefs. Vanessa couldn't stop being a voyeur even when she finally had her hands on a man.

Cognizant that we didn't have a lot of time, I pulled Vanessa to her feet and walked her over to her bed. Vanessa pulled the sheets and blanket down and crawled in ahead of me. I jumped in and Vanessa was all over me, rubbing her tits over my chest and smothering me with kisses. Vanessa was acting just like Melinda did when she was aggressive. Still, there was something hesitant and tentative about the way Vanessa was acting, as if she was reading from a book and applying the knowledge for the first time.

Vanessa's manner didn't stop me from enjoying myself. The feel of Vanessa's body next to mine was indescribable. She was smooth all over and she radiated the warmth of horniness. I don't know what shampoo Vanessa used but the smell of her hair was unique. It was feminine and it turned me on so much that my dick began to hurt, confined in my briefs. I pulled them off with my free hand and my white dick slapped against brown thigh. Vanessa reached down and touched my dick so gently that I thought I would shoot off right there.

"Oh Mr. Miskeivitch. You don't know how many times I've looked at this and wanted to run and touch it. I can't believe I'm doing it. But it seems so big up close. How does it ever fit inside Mrs. Tran?"

"It'll fit just fine. Relax, Vanessa. I've wanted to kiss those tits of yours ever since I saw them through your T-shirt when you first arrived. Hold my dick a little more firmly but don't hurt me while I kiss your tits."

With those instructions, I began to kiss Vanessa's tits, working my way up the sides of one and cupping the other without touching the nipples. I could drive Melinda crazy this way and it seemed to work on Filipinas as well.

I placed my hand on Vanessa's panties and they were soaked through to the outside. Actually, I could have gotten to Vanessa's pussy from almost any direction I wanted, as Queen Victoria was dead and Victoria's Secret ruled Vanessa's underwear collection. However, I chose the traditional route and deftly slid my hand under the elastic and over wet, straight pubes. Vanessa instinctively parted her legs with a huge sigh. Vanessa had more bush than Melinda had but I had no problem locating her slit. With a white woman, you can get lost in that tangle of hair. I slid my finger between Vanessa's inner lips and up towards her clitoris. Vanessa was super wet.

"Oh, that's how you touch Mrs. Tran. Oh, it's so good. You touch me so much more gently than I touch myself."

Vanessa started to tremble and then came in a gasping orgasm, far louder than when she was merely a voyeur. When Vanessa stopped coming, I pulled off her panties and got between her legs. I thought about going down and eating some brown pussy for lunch. After all, Vanessa had seen me do that to Melinda and she did ask for what Melinda got. I realized I better not because I was afraid that Melinda might telephone or that Lin or Damien might need attention. I reached down and parted her stiff pussy lips and found her entrance. I pressed in my dick; no I shoved it in. Damn, the woman was tight.

Vanessa winced as I shoved in my dick faster than I wanted to but she relaxed when I got it all in. Damn, she was tight. I couldn't hold back and just shot my load. I pulled out my dick. I was going to hold Vanessa and tell her how good she was when we heard the sound of Damien starting to cough over the baby monitor. Vanessa became the dutiful nurse and jumped out of bed. She opened her dresser drawer, took out a panty liner and stuffed it between her legs. Vanessa quickly dressed and left with the baby monitor in one hand and trying to organize her hair with the other hand.

I had a little more time to get dressed. As I bent over to put my socks on, I glanced at the bedsheet. There was a large bloodstain in the depression that Vanessa's ass formed. Now I knew why she needed a panty liner when she wasn't wearing one before. Vanessa wasn't putting me on about her lack of experience. I had just fucked a virgin.

During the next few months, I became quite religious. No, I didn't feel so guilty about adultery that I spent all my time in church trying to make up for my sins. No, I wasn't guilty about taking away Vanessa's virginity. Vanessa, the following Sunday after we first fucked, announced that she wanted to visit my Polish Church to see what her fellow Catholics were up to. Melinda offered to mind the kids while Vanessa and I went to church. Melinda was nominally Catholic, as her father had her baptized against her Buddhist mother's wishes. However, I never heard her express the slightest interest in religion. She always said that, after the way the conflict between Catholics and Buddhists had torn apart Vietnam, she never wanted anything to do with religion.

Every Sunday for the next six months, Vanessa and I got in the car and drove off to morning Mass. Except that, we didn't stop at the church. We drove right past the Polish Church of the Black Madonna, directly to the No-Tell Motel on the other side of town. Instead of checking into the confessional, we checked into a bedroom with an hourly rate. Instead of listening to one of Father Bogdan's long, boring sermons, I listened to Vanessa's long, vocal orgasms. I became a regular worshiper at the Temple of the Brown Madonna.

To tell you the truth, Vanessa and I got it on three or four times a week, including Sundays. Sometimes during the evening, we would have a quickie whenever I went down to the basement to get a tool to fix something. I became a real handyman while Melinda was pregnant and Vanessa learned how to take care of my tool as well. Sometimes the quickie was with Vanessa perched on the edge of the downstairs bathroom sink. Other times, I took her against the wall of her bedroom or in a doggie on her bed.

Twice a week, Melinda would go out to the obstetrician and leave Vanessa and me in the house with our two little ones. When Damien and Lin took their morning nap, Vanessa would stand halfway in the door in the white nightie she always wore when she was spying on Melinda and me. Then she would whisper: "Does Daddy feel like a little rest as well?" Vanessa knew what turned me on. I was always ready for a "nap" in Vanessa's room.

On those occasions, we had a little more time than with a quickie. That allowed me to extend the pleasure of making love to Vanessa's smooth brown body. However, it was still not ideal, as we had to finish before Melinda's return or be careful not to attract the toddler's attention to what "Daddy was doing to Vanessa in her room." During one of my "naps", I noticed that Vanessa had installed three large mirrors on the walls of her room.

"Vanessa, why do you need three mirrors in your room. Isn't one good enough for putting on makeup?"

"Well, I need one for makeup, the full length mirror to make sure that my clothes are on right and a third one so I can see my back."

I got out of bed and checked out the mirrors. They were placed quite awkwardly for playing Barbie doll with you, in my opinion. I got back into bed and took another look at the mirrors. Now, I could see Vanessa and me stretched full-length on the bed.

"You put these up so you could watch yourself, my little pervert. You like voyeurism so much that you spent your own money to put in mirrors." I gave Vanessa a hug and complimented her on her consistency. After that, I started watching myself screwing Vanessa in the mirrors. It was twice as kinky, with Vanessa watching me as well as me watching myself.

Yes, weekday "naps" were good but Sundays were my favourite day of the week to fuck Vanessa. There was a distinctive lack of mirrors in the hourly motel suite so Vanessa had to pay attention to me instead of checking herself out. Call it male ego but I much prefer sex when the woman acknowledges that there's a guy in the room. Sundays, I took my time with my lovemaking, enjoying every part of Vanessa's smooth brown body. I taught Vanessa the various sexual positions that Melinda and I enjoyed, the doggie, the horsy, the wall job, the missionary, the tongue job, etc.

Men, you haven't had oral sex until you've had it with an oriental woman. The taste and the smell will drive you wild. Vanessa's pussy had the same vague smell of nuoc mam as Melinda, probably because of the pastise in Filipino cuisine. Yet, there is still something clean and feminine in oriental pussy. Taste and smell are only part of eating oriental pussy. When you give an oriental woman the tongue, she responds. She doesn't act "Ho-hum, I really expected this from you," the way white women do. They give back more than the man gives.

On the other hand, I never could get Vanessa to take my dick into her mouth. I don't think that it was because she didn't like the smell of white dick. After all, she never even got her nose close to my dick. I'm almost sure that oriental women don't have a problem with the smell of white dick. Melinda certainly doesn't and, from what Susan Wu tells us in her letters, she can eat Charles' dick like dim sum. I put Vanessa's hesitance down to a lack of experience on her part. I assured myself that, given enough time; I could get my dick in Vanessa's mouth.

Another odd behaviour I noticed in Vanessa was, whenever we tried something different, she would invariably ask, "Do I do this better than Mrs. Tran?" Of course, I always had to say yes, even if I thought Melinda's experience gave her the edge. You see, there was something oddly mechanical about the way Vanessa made love, as if she really wasn't having fun. At first I put it down to Vanessa getting her instructions from sex manuals. Remember how your hockey coach could chalk out all kinds of plays but you always had to go practice before you could make the play naturally? But Vanessa never fucked totally naturally. It was always like she was holding back something about herself. Was her heart really in this?

Yet, I always wondered why Vanessa always asked about Melinda and the way she made love.. Was Vanessa that insecure? Was Vanessa competing with Melinda for me? Finally, it hit me. Vanessa wasn't watching me screw Melinda. She had been watching how Melinda screwed me.

It hurt me that Vanessa thought Melinda was the remarkable one, not me and my dick. I had always thought that oriental women had a thing for me. I always imagined that every oriental woman wanted to tear my clothes off and start eating bananas. The only thing that kept them from doing just that was cultural restraints. Now I discovered that Vanessa was screwing me just because she hero-worshipped Melinda.

The other strange thing about Vanessa that bothered me was her lack of a sense of humour. For example, I asked her once on our way home from a motel fuck:

"Shouldn't we actually go to church some Sunday just so we aren't lying to Melinda?"

Vanessa took me seriously. "Do you think that I could go and confess to the priest that I've been screwing my boss and then take Mass in good conscience, knowing that I was going to screw my boss again? No, when a Filipina says that she will sin no more, she means it."

"Does that mean that you won't go to church again?"

"No. Sometime our affair must end. When it does, I'll go to confession, tell the priest what I've done and won't do in the future. Then I can take Mass."

Now that I think about guilt, the only time that I regret fucking Vanessa was the last time we screwed. That was the day that Melinda gave birth to our fourth child. She began labour in the afternoon and I took her to the hospital right away. Melinda wasn't in labour long and I left after making sure everything was OK. I got home at nine in the evening. Vanessa opened the door. I hung up my jacket.