A forgotten nanny cam captures something it shouldn’t have.
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It all started out so innocently. The nanny who watched our two small kids (ages 2 and 4 at the time) unexpectedly took another job. We had to find someone else quickly and we didn’t have time to do all the interviewing and vetting we did the first time around. So my wife, Emily, who can be a little paranoid when it comes to the kids, insisted that we install two “nanny cams,” one in our family room and one in the finished basement that doubled as the kids’ playroom and our guest bedroom. They looked like regular clocks but they came installed with hidden, motion-activated cameras that live-streamed to an app on our phones and stored the video footage in the cloud for up to 48 hours.
Our new nanny, Maria, turned out to be fantastic, completely trustworthy and phenomenal with the kids. So after several months of regularly checking the nanny cam footage and finding nothing noteworthy, we eventually stopped checking. But the clocks themselves looked and worked fine, so we never bothered removing either of them.
Now flash forward a couple of years. Our good friends, Maya and Ian, had a fire in their house. Nobody was home at the time, thankfully, but the damage was extensive, and they had to find somewhere else to live while the house was being repaired. As they had no family locally, we offered to let them stay at our place. Maya and Ian moved into our playroom/basement and their daughter, Sophia, bunked up with our daughter, Hannah.
They ended up living with us for almost three months in total, but the event that changed the trajectory of our quiet little suburban lives took place about two weeks into their stay. It was about 10:30 pm. We had all retired for the night, but I realized I’d left my phone down in the family room. As I went down to retrieve it, I passed by the door that led down to the basement. It was open just a crack and I could hear something below. While it took me a few moments to process what I was hearing, there was no mistaking it; Maya and Ian were having sex. And pretty good sex from the sound of it. What they probably didn’t realize, but which I knew all too well from years of the kids playing downstairs, was that the acoustics of the house were such that, if the basement door was even slightly ajar, any sound from down below carried right up the stairs. They probably didn’t realize they were being loud enough to be heard.
So I felt a little guilty about standing there and listening to them fuck, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave. The voyeuristic thrill was too intoxicating. I just stood by the basement door, listening, picturing Maya’s tight little body getting pounded from behind (I had no idea what position they were actually in, but that was the image that popped into my head). Maya was of Filipino descent, slender and strikingly pretty, with long black hair, dark skin and intense brown eyes. The sounds continued for at least 10 minutes, with increasing urgency, finally culminating with Maya announcing that she was coming and letting out a final sigh of accomplishment.
By that time, I was stroking a rock hard erection through my pajama pants and was not quite sure what to do with it. I wandered upstairs in a bit of a daze, hoping to find Emily still awake and willing to fool around. Not surprisingly, though, she had already fallen asleep. My erection was persistent, however, so I wandered back downstairs to find the laptop. It was then, just after plopping down on the couch, that I noticed the long-neglected nanny cam/clock sitting on the bookshelf. I jumped to my feet again immediately as the realization washed over me. There was an identical nanny cam in the basement, just two feet from the guest bed! If it was still working, then Maya and Ian’s love-making session would almost surely have been recorded.
Almost as soon as the realization hit me, the guilt followed. Would I really intrude on our friends’ privacy like that? What kind of person would that make me? I turned on the TV, trying to push the thought out of my mind. But it was pointless. I could think of nothing else. My mind kept returning to the sound of Maya’s moaning, the sound of her climaxing. My erection, which had never gone away, was crying out for attention. And eventually my will power gave way. I reached for my phone and opened the nanny cam app. It took me a few tries to remember the login and password, but eventually I got it right. I clicked on the basement cam and immediately began scanning backwards.
It took just a few seconds and, sure enough, there it was. Maya was on top of Ian, riding on his cock. The camera was to the right of the bed, on the dresser, giving a perfect lengthwise view of the bed. Maya’s perfect little breasts were exposed, Ian cupping one of them in his hand while the other hand rested on her ass. The only bit of clothing she had left was her tank top, which had been pulled completely down and now circled her waist like a fallen sash. Her moaning had an urgency to it; she was close to orgasm.
I scanned back further, to the beginning. Maya was climbing into bed in just her panties and tank top. They began kissing. I scanned forward a little. Ian pulled down the straps of her tank top and began kissing her breasts. She began stroking his cock. I stroked mine as I watched. Eventually Ian removed her panties and moved in on top of her, in the missionary position. He slowly guided his cock inside her. I couldn’t help but notice that his cock, while perhaps a little shorter than mine in length, looked thicker, girthier. Before long, he was thrusting more urgently and Maya had her legs high in the air.
After a few minutes of this, Maya did something that totally blew me away. She gently pushed on Ian’s chest until he sat back and pulled out of her. Then, quick as a fox, she spun around until she was on her knees and her hands were resting on the headboard. Then she looked over her shoulder at Ian, giggled, and playfully thrust her perfect little ass out at him, leaving no doubt what she wanted him to do. A second later he had grabbed her hips with both hands and was again thrusting wildly, fucking her doggystyle as she giggled and moaned. To this day, it is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen, and at that moment, it was pure sensory overload. Before I even realized what I was doing, I’d shot a load of cum all over my stomach and pajama pants, some of it even landing on my phone.
That night I slept very little as my thoughts alternated between waves of regret and guilt, on the one hand, and arousal on the other, as the powerfully erotic video images replayed over and over again in my mind.
THE (PARTIAL) CONFESSION
The next day was a Saturday, and Maya and Ian left with Sophia early in the morning to visit Maya’s parents down in North Carolina. I’m not sure what possessed me to do it, maybe sleep deprivation, but I decided to confide in Emily, at least partially. As we were drinking our morning coffee, I told her that I’d stumbled upon something awkward the night before. I left out the part about listening to Maya and Ian at the top of the stairs and then deliberately looking for video footage of it from the nanny cam. Instead, I said that I’d noticed the nanny cam in the family room and that it occurred to me that we may never have cancelled the service. So I’d gone into the app, to see if it was still active, and that’s when I stumbled on footage of Maya and Ian having sex. I lied and said that I’d only watched it briefly and that I’d turned it off because I felt bad. But I also confessed, truthfully, that watching it, even briefly, had been an enormous turn on.
The look on my wife’s face as I told this story was one of slack-jawed disbelief. She clearly didn’t know what to make of it and was wrestling with whether and to what extent she should be mad at me about it. I’m sure she was also trying to assess how much she believed my version of events (about which she had every right to be skeptical).