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Okay, so, I need to get this off my chest. My new title in this house? The Nanny. That’s what everyone calls me now. Not ‘mom’, not my name. Just… Nanny. My husband, Mark, moved his new girl, Chloe, in. She’s nineteen, for fuck’s sake. Our oldest is sixteen. The vibe? Iconically messed up.

Tonight, I was literally folding her lace thongs when I heard them. In our old bedroom. The door was open a crack, just to really drive it home. I could see Mark’s back, muscles working as he moved over her on the bed. Chloe’s legs were wrapped around his waist, her manicured feet digging into his ass. She was moaning, “Yes, daddy, just like that,” and Mark was grunting, his thrusts making the headboard tap the wall in a rhythm I knew by heart.

He pulled out for a second, his dick glistening under the lamp. “You like my cock, baby?” he growled at her. “So much better than old, used-up pussy, right?” And Chloe giggled, reaching down to stroke him, and said, “The best. Nanny could never.”

I just stood there, my own cunt throbbing with a mix of shame and a pathetic, desperate ache. My hand clenched around the silk in my hands. That was my spot. Those were my sounds. Now I’m just the Nanny, listening to my replacement get railed in my own bed. The ultimate “big yikes” moment, but there’s no clapback. Just the sound of his balls slapping against her and her high, fake moans as he finished inside her. Period.