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Giving My Husband To The Babysitter (mff)

By Scott Tracy
(C)2006 All Rights Reserved
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Today, Jeff and I are your average, middle aged couple with two busy 
careers and two rambunctious children.  But this hasn't always been the 
case.

I met Jeff in college.  His roommate, Evan, dated a girlfriend of mine, 
Sarah, for a couple years.  In that time, Jeff and I were often thrown 
together socially as we each independently tagged along with our 
respective friends, either to concerts or on trips to Evan's family's 
cabin on a nearby lake.  I wouldn't say that we dated.  We really didn't 
see each other unless it was in the context of going somewhere with Evan 
and Sarah.  Frankly, I really didn't want the distraction of a boyfriend 
in school.  So, Jeff was a convenient social companion for me (and I 
like to think I returned the favor).  

Towards the end of our senior year, the four of us engaged in a foursome 
of sorts while visiting the cabin.  We had been drinking quite a bit 
that day and the evening's discussion had turned to sex.  One thing led 
to another and we all wound in bed sucking and fucking together in every 
way imaginable. 

Shortly after the orgy, Evan and Sarah parted ways.  I think they were 
getting bored with one another even before we played around, so I wasn't 
terribly surprised.  I was, however, a bit disappointed.  

I was far from falling in love with Jeff, but the foursome had cast him 
into a different light.  He viewed sex as the same playful activity that 
I did and was a very talented lover.  So, even though Sarah and Evan 
parted ways, Jeff and I continued to meet, mostly for outrageously fun 
sex.  From time to time, we would include either Sarah or Evan in our 
play (but never both at the same time).  Then, growing more 
adventuresome, we began to meet and play with other couples through a 
quasi-underground swingers group on campus.  

At the start of our second year of graduate school, we move in together.  
We told ourselves that it was mostly to save on expenses, but truth is 
we had become really, really good friends as well as lovers.  Five years 
later, we were married.

Throughout all of our sexually playful years, we knew that we would 
eventually have to cut back.  Each of us was concerned about continuing 
to play while at the same time raising a family.  So when I turned 
thirty-four and deemed myself ready to start a family, we discontinued 
our playing ways.  Frankly, this sounds like a greater sacrifice than it 
really was.  We were each completely focused and deeply involved in 
advancing our careers.  So a period of monogamy commenced and continued 
through the birth of our children, Jacob and Sally.

By the time Sally was two and a half and Jacob was almost a year, Jeff 
and I decided that we needed to set aside some time each week to take in 
a movie or go to dinner or do something else for ourselves.  We weren't 
quite ready to jump back into the lifestyle.  But we did want a little 
time away from the omnipresent responsibilities of being parents.  Of 
course, scheduling the time depended upon finding someone to baby-sit 
our young children.
 
Living in a metropolitan area, you'd think we'd have no trouble finding 
a regular sitter.  Not so.  While a number of high school girls were 
willing to commit to the isolated Friday or Saturday evening here or 
there, no one was interested in completely foregoing a social life by 
giving up all Fridays or Saturdays through the school year.  Being too 
busy to attempt to coordinate the services of three of four different 
sitters to get what we wanted, I decided to place an ad in the paper for 
a regular weekend sitter not really knowing what to expect.

After a couple weeks of interviewing spinster-ly women with no where 
near the energy necessary to keep up with my rambunctious three-year-
old, I was near to throwing in the towel.  Thankfully, that was when 
Julie entered our lives.  Instead of the grandmotherly voice that I had 
grown to expect when returning ad call, Julie's voice cheerfully and 
youthfully rang through our receiver.  Excited at the prospect of 
interviewing someone under the age of sixty for the job, I asked her to 
meet me the very next day.  

Julie arrived promptly at 4:00 p.m. presenting a clean and professional 
appearance.  We sat down and talked.  In the course of the interview, I 
learned that she had just turned twenty and was taking classes at the 
local state college.  She was looking for a part-time job that would 
allow her to make a little money and still be able to study.  She was 
also a single mother of a one-year-old.  She hoped that I wouldn't mind 
if she watched her Rachael along with Jacob and Sarah.  She assured me 
that Rachael would not be a problem.  We agreed to give it a try that 
weekend.

So it came to pass that Jeff and I started going out one night a week 
without children in tow.  Julie would arrive with Rachael promptly at 
6:00 p.m. each Friday evening.  Rachael and Sally would play quietly in 
the playpen while Julie read a story to Jacob.  We'd leave for our date 
returning four or five hours later to find the kids asleep and Julie 
busy with her studies.  Upon our return, Julie would put away her books, 
scoop up Rachael, accept her pay, and quietly be on her way.  It was a 
match made in heaven.

One Friday evening, Jeff came home from work complaining of a bad 
headache and fever, I rushed to put him to bed and make him comfortable 
while completely forgetting about Julie's imminent arrival.  So, when 
she arrived at 6:00 p.m., I was faced with the prospect of turning her 
away, losing my night on the town, and caring for my two children and my 
loving husband all by my lonesome.  I decided that I wanted some 
company.  So, instead of turning her away, I asked her to stay and help 
care for the kids while I cared for Jeff.

While I finished settling Jeff down for the night, Julie took care of 
the kids.  When I returned downstairs from our master bedroom, the 
children were all settled into what were clearly there routine 
activities.  Sally and Rachael were playing with some toys in their play 
pen and Jacob was watching a Power Ranger's video.  Julie and I retired 
to the kitchen and gabbed while I fixed a quick meal.

I learned much about Julie that evening.  Her daughter was the result of 
a stupid mistake she'd made with a boy that she really didn't like.  He 
was popular and she had wanted to be popular.  So, she had dated him for 
status and he dated her for sex.  She had actually become sexually 
active at a much younger age, loosing her virginity in her basement to a 
neighbor boy that she'd had a crush on since grade school.  That 
relationship had lasted a couple years, and they had always practiced 
safe sex.  However, she'd let her guard down one time with this one guy 
and, as luck would have it, the odds caught up with her.  Of course, the 
guy had denied everything and she begged her parents not to take any 
legal action.  Julie's parents probably realized that the unborn child 
didn't need a reluctant father that badly.  Whatever their reasons, they 
respected her wishes (she being nearly eighteen at the time).

Of course, Rachael's arrival changed everything for Julie.  She was able 
to finish high school, but going away to college was now out of the 
question.  She continued to live with her parents while attending the 
local state university.  But her parents had set down some fairly strict 
rules as conditions for their continued support.  Chief among them was 
that Julie had agreed not to take on a boy friend until she completed 
her undergraduate degree.  To enforce this rule, they simply refused to 
look after Rachael other than during times when Julie was in school or 
studying at home.  Accordingly, her social life was largely non-
existent, not that she minded.  Rachael was, in her opinion, more than 
enough to take care of for now.  Julie had, in her words, no time or 
energy left for the care and feeding of a boyfriend.

I marveled at how mature this young woman had obviously become.  She 
didn't blame those around her for her situation.  She was taking the 
obligations she had head on and doing the best that she could with them.

I also marveled at her physical beauty.  She had to be 5' 8" or more in 
height but couldn't weigh more than 130 lbs.  Having borne a child, her 
breasts were fully develop to a C-cup which completed her very shapely 
figure quite nicely.  Her brown-ish blond hair was long, down to the 
middle of her back.

She quietly left that evening to return to her mother and father's home.  
I returned to my husband's bed.

Three weeks later, an incident happened that forever changed our 
relationship with Julie.    

That night, Jeff and I decided to cut our evening short, returning home 
a solid two hours earlier than we ever had before.  While Jeff took some 
materials out of the car to our shed, I went into the house.  As 
expected, the kids were all fast asleep.  However, Julie was nowhere to 
be seen.  As I made my way up to our master bedroom, I noticed a low 
humming sound coming from our room and the unmistakable moan of a woman 
in passion.  Then, I heard Julie's voice softly saying Jeff's name over 
and over again.

I froze in my tracks.  

I don't know why, but I immediately realized what was going on.  Julie 
was using my dildo.  She must have found it in my nightstand.  And, she 
was fantasizing about fucking Jeff.  The thought made me immediately 
wet.

I slowly backed my way down the stairs.  

"Think fast," I said to myself, "what should I do."  Jeff was going to 
be coming in the door any moment and I needed time to think.  I decided 
that I needed to make some noise to give Julie a chance to cover her 
tracks.  I went back into the kitchen and pretended to look for some 
glassware, banging dishes to make plenty of noise.  

"Julie!"  I announced, louder than I would usually do, "We're home 
early!"

I continued to make some noise in the kitchen as Jeff came in the door.  
I heard Julie's footsteps coming down the stairs and thought, "good, 
she's heard me."  Julie came into the kitchen showing no signs of her 
recent covert activities.  

"How was the evening?" she asked.

"Oh, it was OK," replied Jeff.  "There's just nothing good playing at 
the theater.  So, we decided to call it an early night."

With that, Jeff started up the stairs.  "Honey," he called over his 
shoulder, "I'll see you upstairs, OK."

"Oh, I'll be up in a little while," I replied.

"Don't be too long," called Jeff, as he rounded the corner of the 
stairs, "Good night Julie."

"Good night," she replied politely.

"Can you sit with me for a moment, Julie?"  I asked.  "I have something 
I'd like to talk to you about."

"Sure," she replied.

"First, I'd like to check on the kids."

With that, I quickly headed upstairs.  As I passed our bedroom door, I 
noticed that Jeff was in the master bath taking a shower.  I knew that 
he was very interested in fucking my lights out and would be shaving and 
putting on cologne in preparation for pleasing me.

The bed, while presenting a relatively neat appearance, still showed the 
depression where Julie must have been laying.  I quietly opened the 
nightstand drawer and took out my dildo.  It was still warm, and the 
scent of her musk was clearly present.

Next, I checked on the kids.  They were all asleep.

As I headed back down the stairs I heard Jeff climbing into bed.  

"Honey, I'll be up in a few minutes," I said to him.  "Please keep your 
engine on idle and I promise you a night to remember."

"Sounds good, but take your time talking with Julie.  I can wait."

Back in the kitchen, I beckoned Julie to sit with me in our breakfast 
nook.  I couldn't believe what I was planning.  The only question was 
whether she would go for it.

"Julie, you are the most mature and responsible twenty-year-old I 
know," I started.

"Why thank you Mrs. Phillips."

"Please call me Kathy, Julie, and don't thank me quite yet."

"Why, what's the matter, Kathy?"

"I think you know what the matter is.  I heard you upstairs."

Her face turned white.

"I don't know what you mean, Kathy.  You heard what upstairs?"

"I heard you playing with my dildo and moaning my husband's name."

Now all color drained from her face.

"I can explain," she stammered, a little louder than I wanted.

"I hope you can, and please keep your voice down.  I don't want Jeff to 
hear what we are saying, do you?"

"No," she sighed.  "I'm so embarrassed.  I was using your vibrator, but 
it isn't what you think.  It's just that my parent's rules are so 
strict, and I have no privacy at their house, so I have no opportunity 
to use a, you know..."

"Vibrator," I stated quietly.

"Yes, a...vibrator...to help me cum.  And, while I can masturbate with my 
hands, it has been forever since I've had an orgasm using toy.  I don't 
have any time for a boyfriend right now, and my parents would cut me off 
if I started a relationship anyway, but I am horny all the time.  I 
don't know what to do.  I found your vibrator six weeks ago.  You'd left 
it out in your room.  I didn't use it that night or the next week, but I 
have been using it ever since.  I am really, really sorry."

I could tell that her remorse was sincere.  However, my own sexual 
excitement was extreme.

"Well, that explains the vibrator.  What about Jeff.  Do you have a 
thing for my husband?"

"I have always fantasized when I masturbate.  Using your vibrator was 
naughty.  Using your vibrator in your bed was even naughtier.  So, 
naturally, ...."

"...you started thinking about using my husband, too," I said, finishing 
the thought.

"Exactly.  I mean, he is very handsome and all, but I don't have a crush 
on him or anything, if that's what you mean."

"Well, I guess I understand.  Lord knows I'd be going up a wall if I 
couldn't have an orgasm when and how I wanted.  What I don't understand 
is why you don't hook up with one or another guy at school for a quickie 
every once in a while to take care of your urges.  Surely there are guys 
out there that would be willing to do you from time to time without any 
strings."

"Oh, I don't have time for that, plus I really don't want the 
reputation.  Also, it would be just my luck that the condom would break 
or something else would go wrong.  No, I don't need any of that.  What I 
really need is for things to stay uncomplicated for a while-that and a 
little orgasm now and then would be perfect."

My panties were soaking.  I had to handle this next question, very 
carefully.

"So, what you are looking for ideally is a cock that you can borrow from 
time to time, but that you don't have to worry about talking or taking 
care of."  

"Yeah," she said, sighing slightly, "but where is a girl going to find 
that?"

I took a deep breath.

"Upstairs," I said, looking her squarely in the eyes.

"You mean it's OK for me to keep borrowing your vibrator."

"No, no, no. You misunderstand me.  Actually, I was thinking of letting 
you borrow something else......"

I let the statement hang for a moment.  I could tell from her eyes that 
she wasn't catching my meaning-that I was offering to let that tight 
little pussy of hers fuck Jeff from time to time.  It had been a fantasy 
of mine for the last couple years, to see him fuck a really young, tight 
pussy.  Here was that tight young pussy, and it desperately needed to be 
fucked.

"I'm not sure I understand what you mean, Kathy.  What is it that you'd 
let me borrow?"

"Well," I said, "if you don't want a real cock....."

Suddenly her eyes went wide as saucers.  "You mean Jeff?"

"Sure."

"Oh, I couldn't," she protested.

"Why?  You said it yourself.  You need a little cock now and then and I 
know you find him exciting."

"Well, yes, but..."

"And, I am confident that he will find you exciting."

"How can you be so sure?" she asked.

"Because I know men and I know Jeff."

"Still, he's your husband."

"So what, for years before we had children we played around sexually 
with other people.  I love watching him fuck and seeing him cum in 
another woman's pussy and he loves watching me fuck and cum on another 
man's cock."

"I don't understand.  You have sex with other people?  Is that what you 
do on your Friday nights out?" she asked a bit bewildered.

"We used to play all the time.  But, we haven't played since we started 
our family.  It's OK, really it is.  We played around sexually both with 
each other and with other people long before we got married.  We just 
enjoy sex.  Like I said, we'd be helping you out to be sure.  But, I'd 
be getting off, too, just watching.  It's fun. You'll see," I said 
taking her hand and leading her to the stairs.

I had her.  I knew I had her, and I wasn't going to let her go now.

"But, don't you get jealous?" she asked.  "I mean, seeing him with 
someone else in that way."

"No," I said, as we reached the top of the stairs.  "I never have.  I 
guess I'm too  focused on the fun to worry about jealousy."

As I approached the bedroom door, I heard the television.  I paused to 
knock lightly and then slowly pushed the door open.  I heard the sound 
of the television turning off as the door opened fully onto our master 
bedroom.  Jeff was under the covers placing the remote on the nightstand 
furthest from the door.  As a result, he didn't immediately see that 
Julie had entered the room with me.  

Jeff had taken the time to light several of the candles around the room 
and had broken out our collection of massage oils.  The oils were now 
sitting on the nightstand next to him.  "Way to go, Jeff," I thought.

"Jeff," I said, breaking the moment of silence, "I have a favor to ask."

"Name it," he said before turning around.  It was then that he saw that 
Julie was with me in our bedroom.

"Honey.  Julie is really, really horny and could use a very good 
fucking.  Would you please stick that big dick of yours into her for me 
and give her a real good orgasm?"

A mini-tent appeared in between his legs almost immediately.  "Wow," he 
responded as he shook off the surprise, "I'd be very happy to fuck Julie 
if she wants to be fucked.  Do you want me to fuck you, Julie?"

"Oh God YES!" she exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes.  "You guys 
have no idea how much I've needed this."  

She began unbuttoning her blouse immediately.  The game was on!  

"It has been over two years.  I was beginning to think I was going to 
die without some cock."

With that, Julie slipped her blouse off her shoulders and let it fall to 
the ground.  She started walking slowly towards our bed as her hands 
moved to the waist of her skirt.  I was standing behind her now.  The 
cotton white straps of her bra shown plainly against the young, smooth 
skin on her back.  Her hair was collected together at the back of her 
head by an elastic band.  From there, her hair cascaded down between her 
shoulder blades barely covering the clasp of her bra.  She slowly 
unzipped her skirt and allowed it to gently slide off her hips.  The 
unmistakable smell of her musk now filled the room (or was that my 
musk?).

As the skirt fell away from her hips, her underwear came into full view.  
She wasn't wearing a thong.  Instead, she had on ordinary cotton panties 
with elastic leg opening and an elastic waist.  The elastic along the 
leg openings perfectly followed the cup of her butt cheeks as though the 
panties had been tailor made to fit and accentuate her ass.  Her cheeks 
were nearly perfectly pear shaped, obviously firm, rounded at the 
bottom, and ever so slightly pouty in appearance.  Jeff was an ass man.  
I knew that he would not be disappointed.

She was at the side of the bed now, immediately next to Jeff.  As she 
disrobed, so did I.  I moved to sit in a chair we had in our room next 
to the nightstand.  I slid the chair slightly closer to the bed so as to 
provide a front row seat to the spectacle that I knew would soon follow.

Jeff reached up from the bed and gently caressed the sides of her 
breasts still constrained in their cotton fabric prison.  For a moment, 
he allowed the tips of his thumbs to slowly trace circles around each of 
her cotton encased nipples.  Prisoners constrained by a few threads of 
cloth and a small bit of padding, Julie's nipples were now fully erect 
and begging for an early release on account of good behavior.

Gently, Jeff sat up in the bed and swung his legs over the side.  He was 
sitting up directly in front of Julie now, his rock hard cock visible as 
the covers slid away from his waist.  If Julie reacted to the sight of 
his manhood, I could not tell.  All I could see was the back of her 
head.  Next, Jeff spread his knees slightly pulling Julie, still 
standing, towards him.  He took her into his embrace, knees to either 
side of her waist and his arms encircling her back.  He kissed her hard 
upon her lips.  She took his mouth passionately throwing her arms about 
his neck and head.  Though the kiss lasted only a few seconds, it seemed 
to go on for an eternity.  

While they kissed, Jeff's hands gently searched for and found the clasp 
of her bra.  One at a time his fingers released each of the three hooks 
whose job it had been to stand sentinel over the release of Julie's 
nipples and breasts.  As the third hook gave way, the band at the back 
parted and the tension released from the shoulder straps.  Then, one at 
a time, Jeff slid the straps off each of Julie's shoulders and over her 
arms.  The now useless garment was tossed away.

While I had missed Julie's reaction to the sight of Jeff's cock, I had a 
front row seat to witness Jeff's reaction to the sight of Julie's 
breasts.  His eyes showed the undeniable passion and excitement that the 
release of these orbs so obviously engendered.  Jeff's hands slid from 
Julie's back around to the sides of each of her cups.  Ever so gently he 
raised one orb and than the other to his mouth so that he could take in 
the taste and the texture of her young, pert nipples.  I heard a low 
moan escape from Julie as my husband alternatively sucked and tongued 
her chest.  

As she moaned, I noticed that her hands had moved from Jeff's neck to 
his lap.  While her body blocked my direct view, the motion of her arms 
and the location of her hands suggest that she was now touching and 
jacking Jeff's cock while he nibbled at her chest.  

The sight of my nearly forty-year-old husband being jacked in this 
fashion by our twenty-year-old babysitter sent me over the edge.  As I 
fingered my pussy harder and harder, the waves of the first climax of 
the evening passed over my body.  I have never been a quiet fuck, and I 
certainly wasn't about to change my vocal ways this evening.  As the 
passion spread over my body, I began moaning gently at first, then 
louder and louder. 

"Oh,....oh.....oh....ah...AH..AHH..OAHHH, FUCK..YOU GUYS..ARE SO FUCKING HOT...TO 
WATCH...TOGETHER!!!"

With that, my body went into complete convulsions.  My toes cured to the 
point that I thought my toe nails would dig clear through the under 
sides of my feet.  My arms shuddered, my back arched.  My pussy vibrated 
hard and fast to a beat reminiscent of a Jamaican nightclub band.  I 
hadn't yet removed my panties, but they were by now completely drenched 
as tough I had worn them in the shower.

My orgasm must have provided its own spectacle.  As I slowly regained my 
senses in my post orgasmic bliss, I realized that the spectator had 
become the attraction.  Julie had turned slightly in Jeff's embrace so 
that both she and Jeff were looking in my direction.  Jeff, of course, 
had his normal Cheshire cat type grin.  Julie, too, was looking at me 
with a smile.

"Gawd, Kathy, do you always cum that hard?"  She asked.

"No," I acknowledged, "that was very, very special, indeed."  

"Jeeze, just watching you has made me even hornier."

With that she turned back to Jeff.  "I wish I had thought of this 
earlier, but I hope you have a condom.  I simply cannot risk getting 
pregnant again, and I really do want to fuck this cock."  Her hand 
gently squeezed the base of Jeff's dick.

"Oh he has something much better than a condom for birth control," I 
spoke up.  "He's had a vasectomy.  He shoots blanks.  You don't have to 
worry about pregnancy with Jeff at all."

"Oh WOW, that's GREAT!" She exclaimed as her thumbs quickly slid under 
the elastic band of her panties whipping them off in one quick motion.  
"I've only had sex bareback that one time with Rachael's father.  And, I 
had to worry about getting pregnant the whole time.  So I wasn't able to 
fully enjoy the sensations."

With that, she placed her hand squarely on Jeff's chest and pushed him 
back down onto the bed.  She swung his legs up and over the edge of the 
bed and then started climbing onto the bed herself.  

"Jeff, the foreplay has been nice, but I really need to fuck.  If you 
don't mind, I'd like to take you into me right now."

She had, at this point, maneuvered herself so as to be sitting astride 
his legs on the bed.  She was clearly ready and eager to take him in the 
female dominate position if he'd only give her the word.  I knew that 
the word she was looking for was coming.  I also knew that I wanted to 
be more than a mere spectator to this event.  So I moved over to the bed 
and joined them.

"Please take me however you'd like, Julie," Jeff replied.  "This moment 
is about pleasing you.  I just hope that I can hold out long enough to 
give you the pleasure you deserve."

"Don't worry.  I am so fucking horny right now; I may cum before I am 
actually able to get you in.  You are so much thicker than either of the 
guys I've fucked before." 

"Julie, do you mind if I hold his shaft while you start to sit on him?"  
I asked.

"Not at all," she replied, "that is, after all, your cock that I am 
borrowing."

With that, Julie scooted herself up Jeff's torso so that her pelvis was 
directly over his cock.  In repositioning herself, she exposed her 
vagina to my view for the very first time.  Her public hair was not 
shaved, although it clearly had been closely trimmed as by a set of 
scissors.  I assumed that she little opportunity at her parent's house 
and no real reason to do more.  Her outer lips were ruby red and 
obviously fully engorged with blood.  The outer portions of her lips 
were parted and very obviously wet.  The smell of her sex was both 
pungent and sweet.  I thought to myself that watching this young and 
eager pussy impale my man's love rod may be the most erotic thing I 
would ever witness.  As best I could, I prepared myself to remember in 
detail every moment of the experience.

I took Jeff's cock into my hand.  It was extremely hard and very warm to 
the touch.  I could almost imagine soft whiffs of steam coming off his 
head-the type you see spewing from manhole covers in alleys in low 
budget mysteries.  The very tip of his penis head glistened from the 
near steady stream of pre-cum trickling from his eye.  I aimed this eye 
directly toward Julie's slit as she began to slowly lower her hips down 
to come into the most intimate contact possible with my husband.

"Bullseye!" I thought to myself as the very tip of his head parted the 
outer folds of Julie's womanhood.  I watched as first a quarter inch and 
then the first half inch of my husband's cock head were taken within 
Julie's slit.  It was then that I could feel Jeff's penis encounter some 
resistance.

"Wow, he is so THICK!" Julie exclaimed.  Then, after thinking about it 
for a moment, she laughed, "and, it has been so long since I have had 
anything in there, too."

"Well, hopefully you won't have to suffer through another hiatus like 
that again," I offered.

"I couldn't agree more," offered Jeff.

Throughout this banter, Julie continued to slowly work her way down 
Jeff's shaft.  As she took the second full inch into her, she observed, 
"It feels so different without the condom-the sensations are so much 
more intense and personal.  I can actually feel the ridge of his head as 
it travels up my vagina.  Oooohhhh, this is so, so hot."

With the final exclamation, she settled down on Jeff's pelvis.  My hand 
had flattened on Jeff's public region so that Julie's clitoris was now 
in contact with the soft skin on the back of the hand in the curve 
between the thumb and first for finger.  I slowly slid my hand from 
between their bodies and shifted myself around behind Julie so as to 
look at Jeff's balls and cock.  

Julie started rocking herself slowly back and forth on Jeff's cock.  I 
could tell from experience that she was concentrating on rubbing her 
clitoris against the base of Jeff's dick allowing the gentle friction to 
slowly excite her.  With every forward rock of her body, I could see the 
outline Jeff's cock entering into her womanhood.  I can honestly say 
that I cannot remember ever seeing Jeff's scrotum appear as tight as it 
did that night.  I could tell that he was working very hard to constrain 
his excitement and his cum.  That she had elected to go with the female 
dominant position was a big plus.  Jeff has always found it easier to 
control his own orgasm in that position over any other.  Still, I knew 
that he was fighting hard to hold back.  I decided not to do anything to 
break his concentration.

Julie's own motion was starting to accelerate.  I remember thinking, 
"good, she's almost ready to cum."

"Oh, Jeff!" she exclaimed.  "Oh, this is sooo, sooo naughty."  

She was starting to do more than just rub against his cock now.  Her ass 
was coming up slightly off Jeff's legs with every cycle.  I could 
envision Jeff's head deep within her; moving slightly into then out of 
her vaginal shaft with each thrust.  Jeff's hands had grabbed hold of 
her hips so as to stabilize her ride.

"Oh, I never thought it could be like this," Julie continued.  "So free.  
So natural.  So naughty.  Oh Kathy, I love fucking!...I love fucking 
your husband!...Is that OK?"

By now, I had my hand deeply jammed into my own cunt.  I knew that the 
question was completely rhetorical, but I had to answer it anyway.

"Oh Julie," I said, "I love watching you fuck my husband.  Please fuck 
him, fuck him real good."

Her rhythm was near frantic now.  I knew that the first waves of passion 
were starting to pass over her body.  The convulsion-like contractions 
of a full body orgasm were only moments away.  I could also tell that 
Jeff was near his limit.  He was doing his best to remain still and 
restrain his own release.  But a battle was now raging in the base of 
his cock as his semenless cum sought its own escape.

"Oh,..Oh,..Oh,..I love feeling the skin of his cock in me.  Oh,..Oh,...I 
want to...I want to feel his cum explode into me... Oh, Jeff, Oh, cum into 
me....I need you to fill my pussy with your cum."

Jeff needed no more encouragement.  Julie's words were the key his 
floodgate and it burst open.  He grabbed Julie's hips hard, arched his 
back, and drove his pelvis up to meet her next downward thrust.  It was 
as though he was trying to drive his penis clean through Julie's pelvis 
and out the other side.  Simultaneously, the muscles all around Jeff's 
scrotum began to contract intensely,..pulsing, pulsing, pulsing,..like a 
heart on overdrive beating unto itself.   

"OOOOhhhhh Gawddddd,  here I CUM!" he exclaimed.

Now, Julie was arching her own back, writhing like a animal attempting 
to escape a hunters snare.

"Aaauggghhhh!  Ohhhhhhh!  I feels your cum spurting into ME!  OHhhh   
Ohhh GAAAWWWWD!!!" she exclaimed, throwing her head back, her toes 
curling and her body shaking.

Meanwhile, I was fixated on the source of all this raw expression of 
passion and pleasure.  I could see the contractions delivering Jeff's 
cum up his shaft.  At the point where his shaft disappeared into Julie's 
vagina, Julie's muscles had clamped down.  Her vaginal sphincter was 
desperately trying to keep Jeff's man juice from escaping while 
simultaneously massaging out every last drop.  Notwithstanding its best 
efforts, I could already see small globs of Jeff's cum leaking out 
around the sphincter and onto the sheets.

Julie's body relaxed and fell forward onto my husband's chest.  However, 
Jeff's cock continued to twitch, no longer in a strong, consistent 
rhythm, but with enough force to still be delivering more of his cum 
into her womb.  

As she lay further forward, Jeff's cock slowly slid completely out of 
her.  Though still semi-erect, Jeff's rod was clearly deflating.  The 
sight of Julie's gaping cunt filled with and leaking my husband's cum 
all over this leg drove me wild.  The throws of my second orgasm of the 
night began to take hold of my body.  I began feverishly fingering my 
clit once again in an effort to drive me over the orgasmic precipice 
that was approaching.

I again let out a vocal stream of sexual consciousness.

"Aaghaaaahgg.. ohh....your  PUSSY is so FUCKING HOT....covered in My 
HUSBAND'S CUUUMMMM!  AGHHAAAAAA!"

With that, I surrendered my body to the waves of contractions that had 
been building.  Then, I collapsed onto the bed beside my husband and my 
babysitter.  I rolled onto my side throwing my arm across them both.  
Together we enjoyed a collective moment or two of post orgasmic bliss.  

After several minutes, Julie, turned to us both, asking "is it really OK 
if we do this again next week?"

"Next week?" quipped Jeff, "I was thinking about doing it again in about 
ten minutes."

******

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