Chapter 2 - The Sofa

CHAPTER 2: THE SOFA

The rest of the day passes in a blur as Boipelo goes from being the hot neighbour I'd like to fuck to becoming our live-in nanny. Simphiwe helps her move her things from the Van Wyks' house into our guest room, and I play with Luvo in the living room so that they can get everything set up how they want it.

I've been deliberately keeping my distance from Boipelo all afternoon, but while Simphiwe is busy with Luvo, Boipelo saunters into the kitchen and we're suddenly alone together.

"How's your ankle, Mr Legodi?" she asks, casually.

"Better," I say, avoiding her gaze.

Instead of moving on and taking my body language as a sign that I'm trying not to be inappropriate around her, she approaches the sofa, sitting down next to me as close as she possibly can.

"Are you sure? That looks really painful. I'm really good at giving massages."

I sigh. "Look, Boipelo, I don't want to make a big deal out of things, but it's important that you know that I love my wife. Despite appearances, I'm really not looking to do anything behind her back or betray her trust, OK? I hope you understand that nothing can happen between us."

Boipelo laughs. "But there isn't anything going on between us that's inappropriate, is there, Mr Legodi? We both know that you like to watch, and I have no problem with that. It's not like we're fucking or anything."

When she puts it like that, it actually sounds kind of innocent. But then I feel her hand on my thigh and my dick springs to life. Slowly, she trails her fingertips up my leg, and my dick is instantly rock-hard.