Arva is in her mid twenties, currently attending grad school and looking for a summer position until the fall semester starts up. She had been searching for various nannying positions, but when she saw your posting for an in-home nanny she said she had a good feeling. Arva opened up about her troubles with her roommates during the interview. She said that your job offer would work perfect for her, giving her a few months to find a new living arrangement before going back to school.  

She told you she could move in immediately.

After she has settled into your home you watch her as she moves through the house. You begin to notice how attractive she actually is. She’s is a little shorter than you are, with a much slender figure. Her dark black hair falls just at her shoulders. She has a plump, yet tight ass and her tits are perky.   You can’t help but compare yourself to her. You too were once a fit attractive young woman, now…Six kids later and things are a little more loose than before. Expect for your boobs, they’re as big as ever since you’re still nursing Emma.

Sometimes though, you can’t help but stare at her. Even though you’re a little jealous and insecure, you also find myself attracted to her, aroused by her…She is undeniably sexy. You wonder if your husband notices it too? You try to shake this weird feeling in the pit of your stomach.

He’s never cheated on me before. He loves me, he loves our life together. He knows I’ve had six kids, they’re his kids… Regardless of how I feel, I know he still finds me sexy. He loves being with me, fucking me, especially getting me pregnant.  

You laugh to yourself at the thought.

Maybe I am getting too much into my head over this. It’s been nearly three weeks since she’s started and it’s been incredible.

So what if she’s a cute young girl? That should not take away from how pleased you are. Since hiring her you’ve had actual moments of quiet in your home. She’s gone with the four older kids, and you’ve just got the two. The house feels like it’s finally coming together after almost six months. The pros 1000% outweigh any cons.  

Then it hits you, as it typically does when the hot weather comes. A sinus infection. You can feel it coming on… The headaches, sore eyes, congestion all of it. Normally, you’re begging your parents to help with some of the kids, leaving you with at least two or three while sick. Justin can help but only so much, you don’t want him missing any work.  

Later that night, though, you’re dismissed by your husband though when you want to cook dinner “You go rest. Arva, has she bed resting today?” He raises his voice so she can hear him in the living room.  

“Yes sir! Since she got home from the doctor’s office. We’ve been fine down hear playing all afternoon.”  

“See,” He looks at you, “They are fine. I am fine. Go. Get back in bed.”  

You go back upstairs and doze off. Then wake up a few hours later. Your husband comes in with soup and tea for you, setting them on the nightstand.

“We’re about to get the kids to bed. I’m going to put Emma down in her room. I’ll be back in an hour or so whenever they fall asleep.” He kisses you on the forehead and closes the door behind him.

  You sit there for a little while, sipping on your tea and trying to eat as much of your soup as you can. At some point you must have fallen back asleep, because when you wake up it is nearly ‪11:30 pm‬. You look around, finding it odd that your husband isn’t in bed by now. Maybe he’s just downstairs watching tv.   You put on your housecoat and quietly head downstairs. The tv is off. Now you begin feeling really weird, almost sick.

Maybe he woke up to tell me he was leaving, but don’t remember it? Maybe he’s laying down with one of the kids?

  You tiptoe through the house heading back up stairs, stopping when you notice that the guest bedroom light is on. By this point your heart is racing. You carefully move closer to the door frame, remaining in the shadows of the hallway.

It’s Arva.

Trying on some of my furs? My long black mink coat, my ankle length chinchilla fur coat, my crystal fox poncho, my hooded lynx fur jacket

You stand there, watching her slowly and delicately take off and put on your clothing. It’s all too big for her, most of it anyways. You watch her as she watches herself, smiling and admiring her reflection. As angry as you feel about her trying on your expensive clothing without permission you cannot help but appreciate how good she looks. You smile as you watch her move her body in various poses. It’s cute and adorable, almost funny.   Then, you hear footsteps. You panic, rushing to hide in the bathroom. A sense of guilt washed over you, almost as if you shouldn’t have been watching her.

Was it weird that I was watching her? Or was it weirder that she went through my personal belongings…?

You hear your husband’s voice. You peak out into the hallway, watching him as he enters the guest bedroom. You listen carefully, wondering how he’s going to handle the situation.   It is hard for you to hear them, but you can make out your husband’s laughter. He says something along the lines of checking all the bathroom cabinets looking for more medicine or you. Again a sense of sickness churns in the pit of your stomach. How could you explain why you were hiding in this bathroom?

Arva mentions that she may have some down in her room, then you hear them walk down the hallway together. You your stick your head out the guest room doorway shortly after, watching them head down to the basement, Arva now has your long white fox fur coat, with a hood, on and your husband is in his casual coyote fur coat he often wears.

You're struck by how good they look together. How natural.   A part of you wants to go back up stairs and wait for Justin to bring up you medicine, but another part of you needs to follow them.

If I get caught how can I explain myself, I don’t even know what I would say.

Trying not to overthink it, you follow them down to the basement, stopping at the top of the stairs you listen carefully. Slowly inching down, step by step until you can see clearly into Arva’s room.   You watch carefully as Arva bends over into her nightstand. Her fat ass framed pleasingly by the white fur. She pops back up, facing your husband, and shrugs her shoulders.

“I guess I don’t have any. I’m sorry.” A small smirk breaks across her face.

“It’s okay, thank you for checking.” Justin says. You're surprised he still hasn't mentioned your coat. You wait for them to head back upstairs before you stand up, but as you watch you notice Arva moving closer to your husband.

"Do you like the my coat?" she asks coyly

"Your coat?" an amused smirk crosses your husband's face, "I believe that's my wife's coat you're wearing."

She gives a short flirty laugh and cocks her head at him, twisting a lock of her gorgeous hair through her fingers.

"Welll" she says, "I think it should be mine. I look better in it anyways." Her voice takes on a playful, bratty tone.

Your husband seems dumbfounded for a moment, he doesn't know whether to stand up to her or brush it off as a strange joke. Instead he gives a nervous laugh and runs his fingers through his hair. Arva seems to take that as a good sign.

"I had to try them on you know" she says quietly, "I had to. I've been watching you guys together in them, your kids in them, and it looks too good to resist."

Her big brown eyes are staring directly into his as she steps closer. Your husband takes one back.

"That's..." he trails off, his eyes locked with hers, "That's normal I suppose. Furs are very alluring and soft. It makes sense you'd be curious too. Just, well, I personally don't mind if you try some on and wear them at night or when Hanna's not around, we've got enough of them, but if you get caught...I didn't know nothing"

He gives a weak smile. Arva nods her head eagerly at his words and takes another step forward, which makes him take one back.

"My lips are sealed Justin. It'll be our little secret"

"Okay. Good." Justin gives a faux hearty smile "Well then I guess I'll-"

"I've always loved this one one you Justin" she says, her voice dreamy. She's backed him up to a wall now and is gently running her fingers through the fur of his coat.

"Oh." he says, not pushing her away but not encouraging her either "Thank you. It's one of my favorites, Hanna bought it for me."

Arva breaks her gaze, which had staring intensely at his fur, to stare up at him. A mischievous look crosses her face. Now both of her hands are running through his fur. Long, slow strokes, up and down his coat.

"It's always made you look so sexy, so primal."

Your husband says nothing.

"One night," she says casually, not breaking eye contact, "I saw you fucking Hanna in it."

Your husband blushes.

"Arva I don't think this is-"

"It was night, not long after all the kids had went to bed. I was walking around the house, still exploring it, and I heard noises coming from your room. I'm sorry Justin, I really couldn't help it. You guys just sounded sooo good. Your door was open just a crack and I peaked in."

Your husband is at a loss for words.

"You were mounting her from behind in it. Just pounding her like no tomorrow and my god did it look good."

You husband again, says nothing.   “Do you think this looks nice on me?” She bites her lip.

"I-" He begins, then breaks off, trying to gather his thoughts. Arva's hands are still rubbing him through his fur. She looks down and gives a strangled laugh.

"I guess I can take that as a yes then!"

You remember he was wearing a sweatpants tonight. He's got to be rock hard and she's seen it.   Arva parts your coat slightly, then pulls her down her nightgown enough so her small, but perky tits are in your husband's face

Justin’s eyes valiantly look off to the side. Then she slips one hand down into his pants and you see her begin to make slow jerking motions. A small moan escapes your husband.

"Big daddy?" she says in a baby girl voice and Justin's eyes immediately lock with hers, "Do you want a bed time snack?" she says in the most innocent voice possible and gestures with her free hand to her tits.

A moment of intense indecision and conflict crosses his face. But not long after, his head slowly leans down. Arva, eyes widening in shock, grabs the back of his eagerly and pulls his lips to hers devouring them in a low moan. Their hands are now running over each other's furs and bodies furiously as she backs them away from the wall and toward her bed.

She breaks the kiss, drops the fur, takes off her nightgown, and puts the coat back on before leaning back onto the bed.   “If I told you I wanted you to fuck me, would you?” she pulls the hood tight against her face, the white of the fur framing her pale cheeks and dark hair nicely. Then, spreading her legs wide, sucks on the fingers of her other hand, and teases the lips of her pussy.   Justin watches her in astonishment.

Your heart is pounding, but you also notice how turned on you are.

If she presented herself to me like that I’m not sure I would be able to withstand.

You watch them, listening.   “Come on big daddy… You know you want to fuck me.”   Justin kneels down on the bed, as Arva moves up to meet him she wraps her fur covered arms around behind his neck, pulling him close to her. She presses her naked body into his, kissing him. He kisses her back, grabbing a handful of her thick tight ass.   Between kisses she whispers, “I want you to use me. Do whatever you want with me. I am yours. I swear to fucking god.” She kisses him again, shoving her tongue deep into his mouth.   She shoves his pants down, and he shimmies them down to his ankles then the floor. She lays back, pulling the excess fur up into soft pile on her stomach so her pussy and ass are completely free to him.

“I want you to fuck my little pussy hard. I’ve never had a real man before and I want you to show me how big daddy likes it. I want you to fuck me harder then you've ever fucked Hanna."