What Do You Do When Your Nanny Is Your 'sister' In Love With You

I got carried away with the other girls having boyfriends and going off to college. At a graduation party I was impregnated by a classmate. Like any other girl that got pregnant, that took me out of the party circle, and out of the college bound group. It wasn't a question that was even asked, it meant getting married and starting a family.

My husband, he became my husband, went off to college while I stayed home with my parents nursing and caring for an infant. My mother worked at the hospital and she hired one of the nursing students to come help me. She liked the girls and she liked me and soon I was in her arms getting her dose of loving. I wanted her to come help me, often. I learned a lot from her about loving between women, and to my surprise nothing turned me off. When she opened her legs and said try it, I tried it and loved it. She is the one that brought it up, maybe I had made a huge mistake. I was a lesbian.

I got pregnant again a year after the first one. When my husband came home from school all he wanted was sex for a week, non stop. I accommodated him, and tried to imagine myself with him. It didn't work, and when he left my now sexual partner and girlfriend and I spent all our free time having sex, making love and just plain being nasty about it. Girls can be very nasty, and ass reaming is one of the nasty things we got into.

After my husband graduated we moved into a house my parents gave to us. I got pregnant again with the third one and I asked my husband if I could have my nanny nurse come live with us. Men can be very blind and he was. How could he miss all the looks, and the hand holding, and the little kisses that went too far. I had three little ones under six and he was at work making the money to support us. I was in so deep with my girlfriend that we could not see how we could ever be separated.

But things got difficult, three kids and a home and all was a little more than he could support on his salary. Someone had to go to work, me or my nanny. I had never worked, my nanny went and finished her LVN certification and my mother saw to it that she got a job at the hospital. I wasn't depressed, or post partum or anything. I was heartbroken that she wasn't with me.

It was only then that my husband started to get wise about us. He asked me gently, if anything was going on between us. I told him we were like sisters and we didn't like being separated. He bought that for a while, but a long kiss in the kitchen after the kids were in bed gave it all away to him. I pleaded in that I couldn't help it. She was quiet, worried that he would ask her to leave. He was not angry, not curious. He said that we had to make some adjustments and he would have to take another job to make more money which required traveling and my nanny was to stay at home with me. He gave her a long list of instructions, she was older, a nurse and it was up to her to make sure me and the kids were safe while he was away. She would be the man of the house while he traveled.

I know that he knew and he invented not being wise about it. I know and she knew that we were meant to be together, as sisters. Someone has to keep house. Someone has to take care of the kids. Someone has to be responsible while he was away for his job. It was a perfect solution, my nanny would be the man of the house while he was gone and I would take care of the house and we would take care of the kids. Problem solved.

I never asked him if when he is away he finds someone to play with. THAT IS NONE OF MY BUSINESS.