Subject: Babysitting Husband
Story Codes: MF F-solo oral adultery
Diary Date: July 6, 2005
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary:
Unlike most girls when they get to my age, I still enjoyed babysitting. Why
would anyone want to wait tables at minimum wage when you can get twice the
pay – and in cash, taking on a job where half the time the kids are in bed?
In addition, there are side benefits in that most parents with kids at this
age are not that old meaning the husbands can be quite... well, interesting.
Usually that just means some teasing and flirting but in this case it went a
little farther.
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 - Babysitting For Keith and Kathy
Chapter 2 – What Do Babysitters Do When They Are Alone?
Chapter 3 – Caught Masturbating By Keith
Chapter 4 – Doing Keith a Favor
Chapter 5 – Keith’s Daughter Interrupts
Chapter 6 – Keith Drives Me Home – and His Dick Into Me
Postlude
Chapter 1 – Babysitting For Keith and Kathy
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Even though I'm going to be a college junior next semester I still baby-sit a
lot. There are plenty of parents who want an older girl for their kids – and
willing to pay the bug bucks for the security of knowing a more mature girl
is taking care of their kids. I can't blame them; personally I can't imagine
entrusting my future children in the care of some hormonal fourteen year old
who would probably spend most of the time on her cell phone. All I have to
do is remember what I was like when I was that age!
In a few cases I think it's less security and more that they are afraid to
let go of the apron strings. These people insist on having someone older in
the house even though the kids are (at least in my opinion) plenty old enough
to take care of themselves. I have actually "babysat" thirteen and fourteen
year boys and girls!
Keith and Kathy were 29 and 26 respectively. Both worked as real estate
agents which was how I got connected with them in the first place. My Aunt
Linda is also a realtor and one day she overheard them complaining about the
quality of some of their babysitters and so she gave them my name and number.
They didn't even flinch when I quoted my rates – which are at least twice
those of the younger girls.
As realtors, Keith and Kathy sometimes have to meet clients in the evenings
or on weekends, often on the spur of the moment. In such times they have had
problems getting one of their regular babysitters so they would call me to
see if I was available to watch little Ashley. At three years old, she was
an absolute doll baby and I always looked forward to taking care of the
little angel.
As it worked out, Kathy and I got along great. She really wasn't all that
much older than me so it was more like we were friends than the typical mom
and babysitter relationship. She was always saying how we should go out for
lunch or something but with our schedules as full as they were, that just
never seemed to happen.
Kathy seemed very sweet, your stereotypical girl next door from the Midwest
who married her high school sweetheart. Although personally I thought she
spoiled Ashley a little too much, who was I to say anything being an only
child myself? No doubt my babysitters had thought the same about my mom when
I was Ashley's age and I think that I turned out OK.
There was one other reason I enjoyed babysitting for them, and it wasn't
something I would ever tell Kathy. There was something in the way Keith
looked at me whenever Kathy wasn't around that made me tingle just a little.
Whether she admits it or not, every girl notices when a man has his eyes on
her and Keith wasn't very good at hiding his interest in me – or to be more
specific, my ass and boobs. Sometimes I honestly wondered if he had any idea
what I looked like from the neck up! Naturally, I encouraged him a bit by
wearing suggestive outfits such as my short cutoffs in the summer or tight
jeans in the winter along with a tight shirt or cami that emphasized my
boobs. Just leaving a few buttons undone or a teasing look was all that was
needed sometimes to get the desired results.
Kathy seemed rather oblivious to the little game I was playing with her
husband. It was probably the same with the other girls as well although I
would like to think I pushed the line a little more. It was just all
innocent flirting anyway, so far as I was concerned. The two of them seemed
quite happily married and so far as the way Keith looked at me, well, MOST
men did so for me it would have more unusual if he hadn't!
In comparison with me, Kathy was conservative although not overly. A pretty
brunette, she kept up with the latest fashions but didn't go overboard. We
were about the same height although she hadn't quite shed all her weight
after pregnancy. As a realtor, I guess she had a different approach when it
came to selling houses than my aunt did.
My Aunt Linda was the type that wore slinky outfits and all but threw herself
at the guys – whether or not they were married. From what my mom had told
me, more than a few of her sales were finalized in the bedroom rather than
the kitchen table – and not always with just the husband!
Chapter 2 – What Do Babysitters Do When They Are Alone?
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One day Kathy called me first thing in the morning to see if I could sit for
Ashley. As usual, it was a last-minute request but I loved sitting Ashley;
she was always in a good mood and never gave me a hard time. It was about a
mile or so to their house but it was a nice day so I decided to walk,
arriving at their house just before noon.
Kathy answered the door with a look of relief on her face and quickly
explained to me what was happening. Apparently there was a couple from out
of town who only had a few days to find a house so they couldn't waste any
time. As Kathy gathered her briefcase and purse, she apologized over and
over for the late notice. She warned me that it would probably not be until
almost dark before she returned unless a miracle occurred and they found the
house of their dreams earlier.
Before she left, I asked what time Keith would be home and Kathy frowned,
explaining to me that Keith was out of town at some convention. He wasn't
going to be back until Friday night which was still a couple of days away.
What surprised me was how she sounded a bit peeved at him, muttering
something about hoping he was having a good time while she was stuck taking
care of everything at home AND trying to keep her job. I didn't say
anything, figuring it was probably best not to get in the middle of a
domestic situation!
Kathy stuffed her laptop into her briefcase and turned as she tried to put on
a happy face for me. "Well, how do I look?" she asked.
I gave her the once over and smiled. She really WAS pretty cute, even if she
could use a little more time on the Stairmaster and fewer fast-food lunches
with clients. It wasn't that she was fat, just a little more than necessary
around her hips and ass. The outfit she had on did a nice job, though, of
smoothing it all out. She wore a sharp pair of black pants with a matching
black jacket that had a wrap tied in the front. A bright pink cami
underneath covered where most girls would have been showing off their
cleavage.
"You look great," I encouraged her, "Go out and sell them a house!"
Kathy sighed and shook her head, checking out her purse one last time as she
hurried to leave. "Thanks so much for helping out Kelly. I really don't
know what I would have done without you today. You're a life saver!"
Kathy gave me a friendly hug, kissed Ashley goodbye, and headed out the door
with a wave towards Ashley. For the next couple of hours I entertained
Ashley. At just three she already had quite an impressive doll collection
and she loved dressing them and pretending to be their mommy. Predictably,
in the middle of the afternoon she started to act a bit cranky and I knew she
was due for her nap.
Her bedroom was down the hall from the family room where we had been playing
so I lead her by the hand to bed and then sat next to her for a few minutes.
She fell asleep almost instantly and from past experience I knew she would be
out cold for at least an hour or two so which gave me some time for myself.
THIS was what I loved about babysitting – getting paid to do whatever I
wanted!
As this wasn't the first time I had babysat for them, I had already checked
out the house and knew exactly where to go – their bedroom. Actually, I make
it a point to check out every home where I sit. Believe it or not, in my
experience almost everyone has something hidden somewhere that's interesting.
Sometimes it's the husband hiding things from his wife (you wouldn't believe
what I have found on some people's home computers!)
Some wives have the most incredible lingerie collections. A few couple are
secretly kinky – the bondage stuff and leather, which never has really turned
me on. A few time I have gotten lucky and found pictures, and even videos,
or what could be called the "Bedroom Olympics". Usually it's just the
husband taking photos of his wife but there have been a few more adventurous
souls who apparently get off taping themselves having sex.
As nice as couple as they appeared in public, Keith and Kathy were a little
more adventuresome in private. Her top drawer was filled with a marvelous
collection of teddies and baby doll negligees. Nothing weird or kinky but
very sensual. But that wasn't my most interesting "find". With their Mr.
and Mrs. America outward appearance, I bet the neighborhood would have been
shocked to learn that that Kathy and Keith enjoyed making home videos – and
NOT the type they showed at family reunions!
Now, whenever I'm alone in their house, I make it a point to check out his
top dresser drawer - which is where he keeps their "collection". So far it
consisted of half a dozen videos. All but one of them was just him taping
her in her lingerie and then stripping it off for him. The sixth one was my
favorite. In that one she starts out sucking his cock and from there they
fuck until he finally cums all over her boobs. I remember the first time I
plugged it in the VCR and saw what was on the tape. God, I was wet almost
instantly!
The fact the tapes weren't hidden all that well wasn't surprising. With
Ashley being only three, I'm sure they weren't worried about her finding them
and of course, they probably never have even dreamed that their babysitter
might go looking thought their personal things! (Warning to parents – most
of the girls I know DO look through your stuff so keep it in mind and act
accordingly!)
With Ashley safely in bed, I went to their bedroom and opened up his dresser
drawer. Unfortunately, any hopes of finding a new one were dashed. Oh well,
I knew which one I wanted to see again I picked it out and headed down to
their family room where the big screen TV and VCR were.
On the way I checked on Ashley and was pleased to see the little doll was
sound asleep. Someday when I have a girl I pray that she is as well behaved
as this one. What a little angel!
When I tried to put the tape in the VCR it wouldn't go in which was when I
realized that there was already a tape loaded. When I ejected the tape, I
realized what it was and my heart skipped a beat. No Barney crap here, that
was for sure. It had the same type of label as they used for their other
"personal" videos and I smiled when I saw it was labeled with the date of
this past weekend. Hmmm, I wondered if they had a nice going away session
before he left?
Setting aside the older tape, I reloaded the new one back in and hit the PLAY
button. As the VCR cranked up, I backed up and sat on the edge of the couch
as I watched the TV. At first it was just black and then someone must have
turned on the lights and the camera moved into the right position. From the
looks of things, it must have been on a tripod next to this very same TV
because the couch I was sitting on was in the center of the screen. Nobody
was in the picture yet but I could hear voices barely in the background.
Then Kathy appeared, dressed in a sexy baby doll negligee that didn't hide a
thing! It was sheer pink and clasped together with one hook in the center
with matching sheer panties that made it obvious she didn't shave. What made
it hot for me was her complete lack of embarrassment or shame. I have seen a
couple of other couples tapes and in both of them it was obvious it was the
husband's idea and the wife was being coaxed into doing something she wasn't
thrilled about – at least at first. In this case, Kathy was certainly wasn't
shy!
Kathy looked really hot and it was hard for me to imagine that this was the
same sweet, "innocent" woman I had just been talking to a few hours before.
Her boobs were large but didn't sag all that much and she had the most
incredible nipples that poked through the thin negligee like pencils. Her
hair, normally tied back or in some other conservative way, was down past her
shoulders and flowed as she twisted and turned for the camera.
What really caught my eye was her ass. She loved to wiggle it and show it
off for the camera and from the way the camera zoomed in tight on it, Keith
obviously loved it as well!
After a rather quick strip tease, Keith appeared. He was already nude and
hard as a tree branch. They didn't mess around with a lot of foreplay so it
wasn't long before I was watching sweet little Kathy being fucked like a
cheap whore by Keith right in the middle of their family room!. It started
with Kathy on her hands and knees with Keith fucking her from behind on one
knee. As always, I was instantly wet as I watched them and my tongue ran
over my lips looking at Keith's cock. God, it looked absolutely yummy as he
slowly pushed it in and out of his wife.
As I watched more of the video, it suddenly dawned on me that Kathy must have
been watching this while Keith was gone and had forgotten to take it out when
she was finished. I looked around and tried to imagine where she had
masturbated while she watched herself being fucked by her hunk of a husband.
Looking at the couch cushions, I licked my lips as I imagined her laying
there with her hand between her legs, fondling that hairy little pussy of
hers. Was she was dressed while she watched or did she wear something from
that sexy collection of sexy lingerie she kept in her dresser? Hmmm, maybe
she wore the one she was wearing at the start of the video.
With that thought in mind, I hit the PAUSE button on the remote. Running
back to their bedroom, I rummaged through her lingerie drawer, the sweet
scent of her sex filling my nose. I felt a tingle between my legs when I
pulled out a sheer pink one and realized it was just the one she had been
wearing in the video! Well, either she hadn't been wearing it earlier when
she was masturbating or must have done laundry soon afterwards.
With the outfit in hand, I hurried back to the family room where it only took
a few seconds to strip off my shorts and top. Standing there nude in the
middle of the room, I put on the lacy negligee and hooked it together between
my boobs. Surprisingly, it fit fine! The panties fit as well as these
outfits are typically sold to cover a range of sizes.
There was a mirror over a table by the wall and I walked over to took a look
at myself in it. Damn, the entire outfit was so sheer I may as well have
been wearing nothing all. The baby doll top only came down to my midriff so
without the panties, my pussy would have totally uncovered but that wouldn't
have been so bad. There was only a single clasp holding it together between
my boobs which meant it didn't do much to cover them either.
Resuming my place on the couch, I pushed the PLAY button on the remote. As I
stretched out, I wondering if this was the same position Kathy had been in
when she was watching this very same video. Next to the TV were several
wedding pictures of Kathy and Keith.
It was hard to imagine such the sweet and perfect looking couple in that
photo could be the same two people fucking like horny rabbits on the video.
Actually, it wasn't so amazing they were fucking, they HAD produced Ashley
after all. What was hard to believe was that they TAPED it! Kathy always
seemed so sweet, maybe even a little naïve at times. Who would have known
she had this side to her?
As I continued to watch the two of them fucking, my hands wandered down
between my legs and I spread apart wide on the couch. Dam, these panties
simply HAD to go so I quickly slipped them off and dropped them to the floor.
They were already a little damp in the crotch but not so much that it was too
noticeable. My pussy was already soaking wet and I spread my pussy lips
apart so my other hand could rub my clit, moving up and down my pussy slit to
wet my fingers so they could slide more easily over my sensitive clit which
was becoming harder by the minute.
Frankly, I don't know what was turning me on more, watching this hot couple
fucking or doing myself while I wore her nightie! All I knew was that the
combination of it all was making me horny as hell and I masturbated
furiously.
When I masturbate with the intention of cumming as quickly as possible, it
usually doesn't take me long to reach my goal and this afternoon was no
exception. Ashley was asleep upstairs but I didn't know for sure how long
that would last and then of course, there was always the possibility of Kathy
coming home early for one reason or another. I was pretty confident I would
hear her car pull up in the driveway but it wouldn't hurt to get myself off
as soon as possible.
My own moans began to drown out Kathy's on the video and soon I wasn't even
watching as I closed my eyes and relished the surges of pleasure that my
pussy was generating. It was moments like this that I live for, for the
intense feelings generated inside of me when my orgasm hits me.
My pussy cum began to literally pour from my cunt as I humped my hips up and
down, imagining it was me that Keith was fucking and not Kathy. Oddly
enough, the thought that I had better flip the cushions when I was done
crossed my mind but disappeared quickly.
I was cumming so hard I never noticed the movement at the door.
Chapter 3 – Caught Masturbating By Keith
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"Whoa!... Now THIS is what I call a nice homecoming!"
My orgasm was at its peak and there wasn't much of anything that could stop
me once I got to this point. As much as hearing a voice in the room should
have shocked me and brought me to earth, I simply couldn't take my hand away
from my pussy. I HAD to finish, I HAD to make myself keep cumming. You may
as well ask an addict to stop getting high as ask me to stop my orgasm,
especially one as intense and pleasurable as this one. Besides, it was
probably just a voice from the video anyway as nobody should be entering the
house, let alone a man.
Actually, I don't even think it really registered with me that someone might
be in the room. I was too caught up in my own emotions and the incredible
surges of pleasure that were emanating from my pussy and flowing out every
pore of my body. Besides, I didn't hear anything more and with my eyes
tightly closed, I used my left hand to take over rubbing my clit and put two
of the fingers of my right hand deep into my soaking wet cunt.
"Fuck me... oh yeah fuck me Keith," I moaned softly, dreaming it was me in
the video being nailed instead of Kathy.
My imagination was running in overdrive, picturing her watching me now,
seeing me in her sexy lingerie, masturbating as the video of her being
screwed by her husband played on the big screen TV in front of me. God, what
would she say if she heard me begging her husband to fuck me? For that
matter, what would HE say?
Thinking of them watching me just made my orgasm all the more intense as it
just kept going on and on and on. Poor men, they just cum for a few seconds
and it's like, game over, go to sleep. I loved being a woman, the incredible
feelings I get when I orgasm, especially when it just seems to never stop,
driving me insane with the sheer pleasure that it gives me. As my mind
exploded, all I could think about was how I wanted her to watch her husband
fuck me, for Mrs. America to see Mr. America screwing their babysitter.
What would she say when he came in me, when her high school sweetheart
betrayed his vows to her right in front of her, not caring what shame and
horror she was feeling.
"Cum in me Keith, that's it... cum in me," I groaned, imagining his cock
swelling inside of me, releasing his sperm deep in me, imagining the look of
shock on Kathy's face as she realized what her husband had just done to me.
To take her husband's sperm, to have him mate me in front of her, to show her
how much more he wanted to fuck me than her, was all I wanted.
As much as I would have liked it to go on forever, my orgasm began to slowly
wind down. I pulled my fingers from my pussy and licked them like a couple
of popsicles, savoring the sweet taste of my pussy cum. Some of my friends
think it's gross to taste your own pussy but I have always loved the smell
and taste of my own pussy, even back when I was only eleven and just starting
to explore and learn more about myself. My left hand cupped my crotch,
pressing against it without stimulating any one area too much, just feeling
the warmth of my pussy as it throbbed and involuntarily convulsed now and
then. God I felt so incredibly good at this moment; what could possibly make
it any better?
The world around me started to come back into focus and it was then I heard a
shuffling sound behind me. My heart skipped a beat as I looking back over my
shoulder to see who was there. God, did Ashley get up early? Did she see
what I had been doing? Even worse, did she see her parents on the TV? How
was I ever going to explain this to Kathy?
Those thoughts flashed through my brain in an instant so you can only imagine
the look of total surprise when I saw who was actually behind me. There was
Keith, standing there with a grin stretching from ear to ear with his arms
crossed. Oh my god, how long had he been watching me? How embarrassing to
be caught masturbated on their couch, wearing his wife's lingerie and playing
their private video on the TV!
"Now don't let me stop you from anything important," he said with a bit of a
chuckle.
I bolted upright and sat there with my legs crossed and my hands covering my
breasts, feeling like a little girl whose brother had walked by while she was
dressing.
"Oh come on," Keith chortled, "Don't give me this innocent little girl
routine. Shit, I've been watching you for the past twenty minutes, ever
since you came down from the bedroom."
No wonder I hadn't heard him come in. God, talk about incredibly bad timing!
He must have drove up and come through the door while I was in their bedroom
searching though Kathy's lingerie. How could I have not noticed him when I
came back down? Well, the reason was obvious, I guess, given how horny and
distracted I was at the time. Even so, God, I couldn't believe he had been
watching me the whole time!
"You know damn well I love looking at you when you come over but I have to
admit, THAT was the sexiest thing I've seen in a long time!" he said. He was
obviously trying to calm me down but didn't seem to realize he was having the
exact opposite effect.
"I just have one question. Would you have done it if you knew I was
watching?"
God, how could he ask me THAT? I knew what the answer was – of course I
would have! At least, I like to think I would have. But how could I admit
to it without sounding like some sleazy slut? My dad has always told me that
I will never make it as a poker player and once again my face gave me
completely away.
"Hmmm, that's what I thought but it was fun sneaking a peak anyway," Keith
said.
My emotions were on some kind of cosmic roller coaster now. On the one hand,
my pussy was still in full horny mode, not quite settled down from the
fantastic orgasm I had just experienced. On the other, I was still somewhat
embarrassed at being caught by Keith. It wasn't that he saw me masturbating,
I could have explained that away easily. But to be caught doing it while
wearing his wife's negligee and watching a video of the two of them having
sex, now THAT was a stretch, even for me.
For lack of anything better to say, I asked, "Uh, Keith, what are you doing
home? I thought you weren't getting back until this weekend?"
Keith rolled his eyes at my transparent attempt to change the subject.
"Don't look so surprised, it's pretty obvious what you were thinking," he
said with a bit of a chuckle. "To answer your question, the conference ended
early due to some screw-up with the main speaker's schedule so I figured I'd
come home and surprise someone. I just hadn't figured that someone would be
YOU."
Keith paused for a second and I realized he was staring unabashedly at my
naked body. It was a sign of the state of shock I was in that the idea of
doing anything else with him never even entered my mind. Instead, I
instinctively tried to cover myself with a pillow from the couch.
Keith moved in a little closer and I clutched the pillow even tighter to my
body. What was on his mind anyway?
Chapter 4 – Doing Keith a Favor
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"Tell you what," he offered, "I won't tell Kathy about your little secret if
you do me one favor, OK?"
I had a nasty suspicion just what THAT was going to be. Whenever a man made
that sort of suggestion to me it meant only one thing - he was going to use
this as a bribe to fuck me. Not that it would have been such a bad thing,
not from the way I watched him doing Kathy on the video at least. The
problem was I'd been at such an emotional high for one minute and then
completely crashed the next, leaving me now a little confused and
disoriented.
My mind seemed to be a compete mess as I didn't know whether to grab my
clothes and run out of the room or what. As much as I had dreamed of Keith
fucking me, that's all it was until now – dreams. Kathy was such a sweet
wife and friend (even if she DID act like a whore when she was getting
fucked) that I wouldn't feel right doing her husband, no matter how much I
might enjoy it.
I didn't say anything in response so I guess he took that as permission to
continue. Actually, I was quite surprised at what he offered.
"Needless to say, it was really hot watching you playing with yourself," he
confessed, "But you didn't know I was in the room. Now I want you to do it
again, but this time for me."
Wow, so Mr. America was a voyeur at heart. Then again, maybe he WAS Mr.
America and didn't want to cheat on his wife but wasn't going to pass up the
opportunity to catch a private show. For a moment I caught myself almost
wishing he HAD asked to fuck me. Now I was left to wonder if he didn't find
me sexy enough to want to cheat on Kathy. Did he want his cake and eat it
too? Was he looking for just want the cheap thrill of seeing me masturbate
but still stay faithful to Kathy? Did he think I was going to perform for
him like a trained seal without the satisfaction of having him cheat on his
wife with me afterwards?
A surge of anger filled me and suddenly I felt this tremendous urge to rip
off her damn negligee and burn the tape. God, I couldn't believe he would
pick her over me! How dare he? Well, if he wanted to see me masturbate, I
would show him just how hot and nasty I could be! He would see that I was
sexier than Kathy, that I could be more of a slut and freak than she ever
dreamed of being. Then, when he was all hot and bothered and begging to fuck
me, I would get my revenge and tell him "no", leaving him all hard and horny,
wishing he could have me and regretting he had ever considered staying
faithful to his wife instead of fucking me when he had the chance.
Had we gone on just flirting it would have been one thing, but here he was
with practically an open invitation to fuck me and he was turning me down!
Determined as ever, I stood up and dropped the pillow to the side. The clasp
between my breasts was quickly undone and I dropped the negligee on the floor
next to the panties. I pointed the remote at the VCR and stopped the tape
and then turned off the television so now the room was deathly quiet, like a
funeral service was in progress.
"OK, if that's the way you want it... sit at the end of the couch and watch
me," I said in a naughty tone of voice.
Keith chuckled and instantly agreed. As he sat down I noticed that he had to
maneuver his pants a bit as apparently the bulge in his crotch made it
uncomfortable to sit at first. I laid back with my head on the arm of the
couch, putting one leg up on the back of the couch and the other draped over
the side with my foot barely touching the floor. This has the desired effect
of spreading my crotch open wide for him, giving him an completely clear view
of my bare pussy and clean asshole. I was still completely wet and my pussy
lips were spread apart slightly, waiting for attention. I put one finger at
the top of my slit and traced little circle around me.
"Soooooo... do you like watching me play with myself, eh Keith?" I asked him
in a little girl voice.
Keith has rubbing himself through his pants and I made a mental bet with
myself as to how long he could hold out before he let something loose. His
tongue licked his dry lips as his eyes were fixed at the sight between my
legs. He never once looked up at my face, his eye were fixed on my pussy.
"God I love your pussy," he murmured, almost to himself more than me.
"I love to watch myself play with my pussy in the mirror, " I teased him,
"Will you be my mirror today Keith?"
My fingers were wet again with my pussy juices as I played with my pussy hole
and then my clit. Keith just grunted when I teased him and sure enough, he
started to fumble with his belt and pants. He finally got them undone and
quickly pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles. His shoes were
still on so he just left them bunched up and grabbed his cock as he continued
to stare at my crotch.
With Keith watching, it didn't take me long at all to get back on the wagon
again and soon I was moaning with the pleasure of another orgasm again. I
LOVED being watched when I masturbated and this situation was so erotic I was
surprised it took as long as it did. I was fingering myself and humping my
hips, simulating a guy fucking me as I drove my fingers in and out of me. My
eyes were closed and I actually forgot about Keith watching me as my mind
erupted with pleasure as every pore of my skin seemed to be covered with
intense pleasure.
"Damn, you are one HOT fucking babysitter!" I heard him say.
I opened my eyes and smiled at the sight in front of me. Keith was stroking
his hard cock slowly now, his eyes still locked on to my pussy, hardly even
blinking! It has always been a massive turn-on for me to see a guy
masturbating when I know his thoughts are all about wanting to fuck me.
Just seeing him jerking off doesn't do it, just as your everyday porn isn't a
turn-on for me either. It's the INTENT when he jerks off that makes all the
difference. It's KNOWING the effect that I am having on him that makes me
hot and bothered. I had no doubt in the world as to what Keith was wishing
he could do at that moment. So why wasn't he going for it?
Chapter 5 – Keith’s Daughter Interrupts
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Just then I heard the sound that every parent must hate to hear at times like
this.
"Daddy?" a voice called from the back bedroom, then a little more forcefully,
"Daddy!?"
I looked at him and saw the disappointment in his eyes as he seemed to
instantly switch gears from horny voyeur to concerned father. He quickly
pulled his pants up but left his shirt out to cover his hard dick even though
little Ashley would have no idea why her daddy was sporting this big bulge in
his crotch, if she noticed anything in the first place.
"Coming sweetie!" he called out to her. Then he looked at me and sighed.
"Yea, I know," he said with a sigh, "Damn, just when it was getting to be
fun... kids!"
He got up and headed off to her room. As for me, I stood up and gathered up
my clothes and scampered off to the closest bedroom, just in case some little
girl decided to make her way into the family room unannounced. Now that she
was awake, there was no predicting what a three year-old would say or where
she would go so any thoughts of continuing our little game were on a definite
HOLD for now.
It only took a few seconds to jump back into my shorts and pull my top back
on. Leaving the bedroom, I saw the pink negligee in the middle of the floor
and quickly scooped it up along with the panties. Just then Keith reentered
the room with Ashley in his arms.
"Daddy's home!" she announced to me, as if I couldn't see for myself. From
the way she was hugging him she obviously loved her father. Too bad she
didn't know what her sweet daddy was doing a few minutes before!
"Ummmmm, you better put that nightie away right away," Keith said. I gave
him a pout but he just shook his head saying, "That's her favorite and if
it's missing there could be some interesting questions! I will say one thing
– you look a hell of lot sexier in it than she does!"
Now THAT was more what I wanted to hear from him. Reluctantly I returned the
nightie to its original location. I don't know what I was thinking anyway.
There was no way I could keep it without drawing her suspicion. It was bad
enough that it probably smelled of my sex but it wasn't like she hadn't been
fucked in it before so she probably wouldn't notice. Even if she did, I
couldn't believe she would ever even consider what the REAL story was,
probably more that she had forgotten to rinse it out after her latest
escapade.
While I was there, I looked in the mirror over her dresser and gasped. God,
I looked an absolute wreck! My hair was a total disaster so I used one of
her hairbrushes to try and straighten it out as best I could. Once I was
reasonably back in shape again, I returned to the family room where Ashley
was still hugging her dad. She had obviously missed him a lot!
"Hi Kelly, I finished my nap!" she announced proudly with her cute little
voice.
I gave her a peck on the check and started to explain to her that I was going
to leave now since her daddy was home. Both of them looked glum – but for
totally different reasons. Keith pulled his wallet out to pay me and handed
me a hundred dollar bill!
"Oh Keith, I can't take this much," I protested. It wasn't like I really
needed the money anyway and it sort of made me feel cheap that he would pay
me for just masturbating.
"No, no!" Keith said as he put up his hands defensively and stuffed the bill
down the front of my tank top, "I just want you to know how much I
appreciated not only what you did today but for all the help you've given
Kathy over the past few months.
I frowned but took the money – I may have principles but I'm not stupid! I
kissed little Ashley again and turned to leave. Just as I was about to reach
for the door handle, it opened by itself and who walked in but Kathy!
"Hey girl," she greeted me, "Is Keith home? I saw his car in the driveway."
I explained to her that he had just arrived and that I was about to leave.
She looked past me and upon seeing Keith, squealed in delight and rushed to
hug him. He explained how his convention had been changed while she
excitedly told him how she had sold this couple on the first house they had
looked at. They seemed to be enamored with each other so decided it was a
good time to make my exit and opened the door to leave.
"Kelly," Kathy called out after me, "Hang on a second."
I paused while she came up to me with her purse.
"I forgot to pay you," she apologized.
I explained it wasn't necessary and that Keith had already paid me. She
looked at Keith who just nodded in confirmation.
"Well, thank you SO much anyway for helping me out on such notice," she said
as she gave me a hug. I hoped she didn't smell the scent of sex on me as I
hadn't had a chance to wash off but if she did, she didn't say anything or
give any sign of it.
"Hey, you're not planning to walk all the way home this late," she insisted,
"Let Keith take you home."
I started to protest but she insisted and I noticed Keith wasn't putting up
any arguments. Keith gave her a hug and a kiss and I followed him out to his
car. Actually, it was an SUV, nothing as fancy as my dad's but still a
monstrosity in its own right. I guess it's like they say, the older the boy,
the bigger his toys. I jumped in from the passenger side and he backed out
of their driveway into the street.
Chapter 6 – Keith Drives Me Home – and His Dick Into Me
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"Guess it was a good thing Ashley woke up after all, eh Kelly?" he tried to
joke with me as we drove down the road, "God, I can't imagine what would have
happened if Kathy had come up ten minutes earlier!"
"Maybe she would have joined in?" I teased him.
"Noooooo, not a chance," Keith said, vigorously shaking his head. "As I
guess you've noticed, Kathy may let it loose in the bedroom but she's not
into any of that kind of stuff. I tried to bring to up once and you would
have thought I had said I wanted to adopt a whore or something!"
"Have you ever cheated on her?" I asked nonchalantly.
"God no," he responded quickly, "I love her dearly and would NEVER do
something like that to her."
"But what about what we just did?" I asked.
"Oh….THAT," he said, as if he had forgotten all about it. "It's not like we
did anything you know."
"But didn't you want to?"
"Now don't even go there," he said, but with a big grin.
"Why, don't you think I'm sexy enough to fuck?" I asked in my innocent little
girl voice.
He didn't get a chance to answer as we were almost to my place now. As he
pulled into our driveway, suddenly I felt this tremendous urge to be fucked
by him. It wasn't just the typical horny feeling like when I just feel a
need to get laid. No, I specifically wanted HIM to fuck me. It was killing
me that I had to be the one to convince HIM to fuck ME. After all, this was
NOT how the game was suppose to be played. Nope, HE was suppose to want ME
and then I was the one to make the decision as to whether to let him fuck me
or leave him hanging. The fact he was married, and apparently happily so,
only made it all the more impossible for me to resist him.
All in all, it was a matter of principle for me now, a matter of personal
pride and ego. The way things were, if he just dropped me off at home and
left me hanging I think I would have been upset for the rest of the night –
and probably a lot longer. Actually, I wasn't sure how I would react since
such a thing had never happened to me before. I was always the one in
charge, the one to decided whether or not he would get to have me. Being at
the mercy of Keith….well it just sucked!
As he put the truck in park, my mind went into full gear. He turned to me to
say goodbye but before he could say anything I quickly pulled my shorts to
the floor in one swift motion and then lifted one bare leg up on the seat,
leaving the other on the floor. My pussy was there for his viewing please
and I couldn't believe he would say no now.
"You never did get to see me cum again," I teased him, letting my fingers run
slowly over my bare stomach and pussy.
Keith looked all around, a little panic maybe in his face.
"Kelly, what the hell are you doing? What if someone see you!" he gasped.
"Nahhhhh, my parents won't be home for another hour at least and the
neighbors can't see me in here with these windows," I replied seductively,
"So who's to watch….except YOU."
"But….," he tried to say but I wouldn't let him finish.
"Why don't you just shut up and enjoy the show Keith," I insisted, "After
all, you paid for it!"
Leaning back until my head was resting on the door, I lifted my left leg up
and behind the driver seat, hooking it on the center console while I played
with myself. Actually, I wasn't paying so much attention to my pussy as I
was the expression on Keith's face. Knowing Kathy, I doubted that she had
ever done anything quite this voyeuristic for him ever before. I could
picture him writing a letter to some porn magazine, starting out with the
usual "I never thought this could happen to me….."
"What's the matter Keith, aren't you gonna play with yourself for me?" I
asked sweetly.
Once again he looked around, as if certain there were a hundred telescopes
trained on the two of us. Apparently he needed a little bit more of a nudge.
"C'mon Keith, show me how you play with yourself," I asked him again, "You
know, I loved looking at your cock before. It looked so big and hard. I
want to see it again."
Finally, the little head grabbed control from the big head and he let out a
deep breath and undid his jeans. After yet another glance around us, he slid
them down just below his knees and his cock popped up in the air from his
thick pubic hair like an ancient idol rising from the depths of a dark
jungle. God, what I would have given at that moment to reach over and suck
it but the time wasn't right for that – at least not yet.
"Mmmmmmm, you have such a great cock Keith," I said slowly, seductively,
"Stroke it for me while you watch me make myself cum."
The fastest way to get an orgasm is not to play with yourself faster but to
put yourself in the right emotionally charged atmosphere. This situation
certainly qualified. Here we were, in the remaining daylight, parked at the
top of my driveway, and both of us were masturbating like we were in the
privacy of our bedrooms. It wasn't anything too our of the ordinary for me
but I had a feeling it was a new experience for Keith.
I scooted forward until my ass was up on the center console, lifting my butt
off the seat and putting my pussy in full view for him.
"Make me cum, Keith," I begged him, "Touch my pussy and make me cum."
Keith hesitated, long enough that I started to worry that maybe he was going
to be able to resist me after all. Like he had said before, mutual
masturbation was one thing but to have actual physical contact with another
woman was another thing entirely. Even so, oral sex wasn't really "sex" so
just touching me certainly didn't qualify as adultery. He must have been
able to rationalize it himself as his hand slowly worked its way towards my
pussy.
"That's it Keith, touch it," I encouraged him, "I want to feel your hand on
me so bad."
That seemed to do it and I felt his fingers on me, caressing me and exploring
me. I didn't know what made me feel better, his fingers on my pussy or
knowing that I had convinced him to at least touch me. One step at a time...
"Put your fingers in me," I instructed him, "fuck me with your fingers."
He obediently first put one finger in me and as wet as I was, was able to
quickly follow it with a second. He pushed them in and out of me like he was
fucking me while one of my hands played with my clit and the other reached
under my top and started to caress my boobs.
"God you have such a pretty pussy," he said softly, "I've always wanted Kathy
to shave hers but she keeps refusing."
Mmmmmmm, now THAT was a good sign. It was the first time he had mentioned
anything about something about me that turned him on more than Kathy and it
was music to my ears. It wasn't enough just to get him to cheat on Kathy;
after all, any whore could do that for a hundred bucks. No, I wanted more.
I wanted his lust. I wanted him to want me more than Kathy, to be willing to
do anything to have me, even if it was only for a few minutes here in his
truck.
What I really wanted was for him to briefly forsake his wife out of his
adulterous lust to have sex with me. Sure, when we were done he would go
back to her; but I knew he would always remember how for just a few moments
in time, he had abandoned her in favor of me. THAT'S what I wanted from him
now. Any girl can get most any guy to fuck her, but to have a place in his
soul forever was the ultimate prize.
We didn't have a lot of time as I knew if he was too late getting home he
would never be able to explain it to Kathy so I did what normally I would
have despised myself for doing – I faked it. Yes, I faked an orgasm. It's
not that hard really since guys don't seem to have a clue what one really is
anyway and just think of the shows put on by porn stars. Besides, they can
vary so much from one time to another that few girls really know when another
is faking it.
"Oh yes, Keith, make me cum harder," I pleaded with him. It wasn't a TOTAL
fake, not like some whore playing a role to please her customer. I rally WAS
enjoying it, I just wasn't cumming. It didn't matter as he thought I was and
that's what counted.
After a few more theatrics – guys always seem to think every orgasm requires
odd body contortions and lots of moaning and gasping, a totally wrong concept
by the way, and I slumped down as if I was finished. He started to pull his
fingers out of me but I grabbed his hand and held it in me.
"That felt so good Keith," I whispered to him, "I want more……I want you to
give me more."
Thinking I was referring to his finger fucking, he started to move his
fingers around inside of me again until I looked at him and gave him a
seductive smile.
"I wasn't referring to your fingers, you know" I teased him, "I was thinking
more of that incredible dick."
For a moment my heart raced and I thought maybe I had pushed too hard or too
fast. His fingers stopped and then he pulled them out of me quickly. Before
he could think too much more about it, I twisted myself around, getting on my
knees and leaning over the console. I reached for his dick which, despite
any other second thoughts he might be having, was still hard and ready for
action. Mmmmmmm, the cock never lies!
"Kelly... I don't think you should do that," he said weakly, his hands
brushing mine away but without much vigor.
I knew token resistance when I saw it and this was even more token than
usual. He just needed to resist a little to satisfy his conscience so that
later, when he was feeling guilty and wondering why he had done what he had
done, he could shift the blame to me. In his mind, he would rationalize it
by saying it wasn't his fault that I had seduced him and taken advantage of
him. Yeah, like I was going to force someone twice my size to do anything he
didn't want to!
Personally, it didn't matter how he managed his guilt, it was his actions
that counted and I knew once I had his dick in my mouth it would be all over
but the shouting, I mean fucking. The important thing was that I had his
cock in my hand now and I could feel the warmth of it in my palm as my
fingers wrapped themselves around it.
"I want to suck your hard cock," I said, looking up at his face.
He was the perfect picture of a conflict of emotions. I knew from the way
his lips were dry and his breathing had quickened that he wanted it but at
the same time I could see the decency and shame in him trying to stop
himself. Well give me a break! There was no guy in the world could say no
to a girl like me who says she wants to suck his cock.
"It's OK, it’s not really sex you know," I assured him, "I'm just gonna suck
it."
As I mentioned previously, so far as I was concerned oral sex really isn't
"sex", at least not in the biblical sense that determines whether a man is
committing adultery. That said, it doesn't mean he isn't lusting for me
which puts him in jeopardy with another commandment, but an adultery charge
wouldn't stick. When I say I will never cheat on my husband, even with his
permission, that doesn't mean I can't suck off a few of his friends now and
then. I just would never let them fuck me.
Keith weakly tried to protest one last time but I wasn't listening any more
as I lowered my head to his lap. My lips met the soft tip of his cock and I
kissed it gently, just on the very top of the head. Then I reached out with
my tongue and softly caressed the head of his cock, running just the tip of
my tongue over and around him, slowly working my way further down, letting
more of the surface of my tongue press against his cock as I descended. I
could tell from the musky scent of his crotch he was horny for me, some
things just can't be faked!
So many girls seem to think the ol' head bob is all they are obligated to do
when sucking a dick. Certainly, no guy is going to push her away for it but
I know they appreciate it when I take my time to put out the extra effort.
Using my tongue is one of the most effective means for stimulating a guy. I
have had guys that I could have "bobbed" forever and they never would have
cum, and they often claimed as well that no girl had ever made them cum with
just their mouth. Well, add in a little of the right tongue and lip action
and so far I have never failed to make any man cum using just my mouth – a
record I am quite proud of by the way!
Keith seemed to be appreciating my efforts as well.
"Oh my god, what are you doing to me?" he asked rhetorically. "Damn, I've
never felt anything like this before."
Inwardly I was beaming like a girl betting first prize at a recital. Kathy
didn't look the type to have sucked a lot of cocks; it wouldn't have
surprised me to find out that his was the only one she had ever blown. Not
so for me. First, I was fortunate to have a great tutor in my mother, plus
the advantage of having sucked literally hundreds of dicks by now in my life.
Practice makes perfect they say, and that certainly applies to sucking dick.
"So tell me Keith, do you like the way I suck your dick?" I asked softly,
raising my head from his cock for a moment to catch my breath.
"Oh god yes," he moaned, "Don't stop…please don't stop."
It was time to REALLY show him my skills so this time when I went down on him
I didn't stop three quarters down like I had been doing. This time when he
filled my mouth I worked my lips and gently eased him down my throat. The
gag reflex almost got me but once you're past that it's home free. Ina few
moments my mouth bottomed out on his dick and my face was pressed hard
against his thick scented pubic hair.
"Oh Jesus, how do you DO that?" he groaned.
I would have taken bets that Kathy had never done THIS to him before! I
twisted my head back and forth and then raised my head up until just the head
of his cock was between my lips. Catching my breath, I descended once again
until I felt his dick filling my throat.
"Damn, now THAT is incredible!" he gasped, "God, look at you!"
His hips thrust upward against me and I felt his hand pushing me down on his
cock but there was no more to take in. I felt myself getting light headed
and pushed up hard to make him let go of my head so I could breathe again.
Again I lifted my head off of him and brushed my hair back so I could see his
face.
"I bet Kathy never sucked your dick like THAT, has she?" I asked with a sly
grin on my face.
"Hell no," he gasped, struggling for breath himself, "I mean, NOBODY has ever
sucked my cock that way before."
Well, I guess that meant Kathy wasn't the only one to have sucked his cock
but that was OK as I would have bet the farm it was someone BEFORE he married
Kathy.
"Had enough? You want more?" I teased him.
"Do you even have to ask?" he sighed. Yep, he was mine now and it was time
to drive the stake in his heart.
"I promise to suck you more... later," I whispered to him, trying not to be
too overwhelming. "But you have to fuck me first – NOW."
"Oh god Kelly, please don't ask me to do that," he pleaded.
I almost felt guilty as I saw the struggle that was playing out within him.
Of course he wanted me, every man I was with did. But deep down I could see
he still wanted to remain pure for Kathy, to be loyal to her and not betray
her. There was only one small problem he face – ME. Had he asked to fuck me
back in the house, I might have refused, who knows. What he didn't seem to
realize was that the more he resisted me, the more it meant to me when he
finally caved in; and cave in I knew he would eventually. No man had ever
resisted me once I had set my sights on him and I wasn't about to have Keith
break that record!
"You know you want to fuck me," I told him, "I see it in your eyes every time
I come to your house."
"Hell, every guy WANTS to fuck you Kelly," he countered weakly, "but I'm
married."
"Kathy will never know, it'll be our little secret," I promised, "Hey, look
at me and tell me you really don't want to fuck me."
Keith's eyes rolled back into the top of his head as he heaved a heavy sigh.
It was at that moment I knew the battle was won!
"God, you know I do," he groaned, "Shit Kelly, I've always wanted to fuck
you."
Now that he had resigned himself to giving in to his lust, it was down to a
matter of logistics. Doing it in the split front seats wasn't exactly what I
had in mind and getting out to go through the back doors wasn't an option in
our state of dress – or should I say, undress.
Necessity is the mother of invention so I was the first to work my way over
the console and into the back seat. I can only imagine what he was thinking
as my bare ass passed right by his face! Once in the back seat, I laid back
and threw one leg over the back head rest.
"C'mon Keith, I'm ready," I teased him, "Get back here and fuck me."
He was a lot bigger than me, of course, so squeezing into the back seat was a
little more of an interesting exercise for him but he had determination on
his side. Things got sort of awkward for a moment as he literally fell into
the back on top of me but he quickly got into position over me. You had to
give the guy credit; once he had made up his mind he just wanted to get it
over with as fast as he could without having to think about what he was doing
any further.
"God, I can't believe I'm doing this," he mumbled as I once again grabbed his
cock in my hand. Then I held his cock up against my pussy, waiting
impatiently for him to push it into me and complete the adulterous act.
"Fuck me," I said to him, again saying those two words that every man loves
to hear me say.
Keith didn't answer me with his voice but his cock did a lot of the talking
from this point on. He pushed up against my pussy and his cock bent slightly
as my tight pussy refused at first to give him entry.
"Shit, never thought you'd be so damn tight," he murmured. Interesting
comment; I guess he figured a slut like me would have a loose pussy from
being fucked so many times. One thing I kept in mind was that Kathy was his
frame of reference and unlike her, I hadn't had the equivalent of a bowling
ball pushed out of me. Compared to her, I had to feel practically like a
virgin to him.
"C'mon Keith, push it in me," I said with a hint of impatience in my voice.
Keith groaned even louder as he pressed harder against me until suddenly my
pussy opened up and welcomed him home. He didn't stop pushing until he was
completely in me, his cock totally surrounded by my tight pussy.
"That's it Keith, keep it there, keep it in me," I moaned, "It feels soooooo
good deep inside of me."
Of course, being a typical horny man he couldn't do such a thing. Holding to
the back of the seat to keep his balance, Keith began to fuck me, starting
out rather quickly at the beginning, apparently not wanting to waste any time
with the slow stuff to start.
"Oh yeah, that feels so good Keith... fuck me!" I cried.
He was banging me pretty hard and for a moment, I remembered where we were
and wondered if the truck was rocking or moving at all such that the
neighbors might wonder what was going on inside. People pretty much keep to
themselves in our neighborhood so I doubted even if they noticed that anyone
would do anything but you never knew. It wouldn't have bothered me so much
but I was sure Keith would be horrified. I had a feeling that at this
moment, that was about the last thing on his mind!
"Almost there," he moaned and I felt him positioning himself to pull out of
me. I wrapped my legs tightly around him as best I could to keep him inside
of me.
"No... stay in me," I begged him, "I want you to cum in me."
He wasn't thinking rationally or he would have least have asked me if I was
protected; or maybe he just assumed a girl like me was, I don't know. Either
way, he stayed in me without protesting any further and I felt the warm bloom
of heat in me that told me his first shot of sperm was now in me.
"That's it Keith, cum in me," I urged him, "Mate me Keith, give me your
sperm."
With each load he groaned and his hips thrust himself deep into me. Each
time it seemed he was as far into me as he could get but the next load went
even deeper. Finally he was spent and he stayed inside of me as he panted
from his exertions. I wiggled my ass under him, making his cock move around
in me, stirring his adulterous sperm in me like a mixing spoon.
"Mmmmmmm, now THAT feels good inside of me," I purred.
It has always amazed me the change that comes over a guy after he has cum.
It's like all the sex drive shoots out of him along with the cum, leaving him
befuddled and in some cases, remorseful. Such was the case with Keith as he
shook his head and mumbling to himself. All I could make out were bits and
pieces about him not believing what he had done, about Kathy, about his shame
and guilt. Despite all his comments to the contrary, he was leaving his cock
in me so I knew his little head was still in control, even though I knew it
would be relinquishing that control as fast as his cock withered inside of
me.
"Oh my god, I've got to get home, Kathy will be wondering what happened to
me," he said with a note of panic in his voice.
He grabbed his pants from the front seat and hurriedly tried to get them back
on in the confines of the back seat.
"C'mon Kelly, get dressed," he urged me, "Damn, how could I be so STUPID!"
"I don't think you were stupid, Keith," I said softly, "In fact, I thought
you were great! No wonder Kathy loves fucking you so much."
I was about dressed by then, it didn't take much to get my skimpy clothes
back on. He buckled his pants and zipped them up.
"Please don't talk about Kathy that way," he said plaintively, "She can't
EVER find out about what we just did."
"Don't worry Keith, I will never tell her," I said with a nasty smile. "Of
course, there may be a price to pay for my silence. I enjoyed this today"
"I'll pay you anything, Kelly," he said, sounding frantic, "Anything at all."
"I wasn't talking about money Keith," I teased him, reaching out to poke him
in the crotch.
He understood what I meant but didn't respond as we both stumbled out on
opposite sides of the truck. No sooner did I close the door than I saw one
of our older neighbors across the street working on his lawn. He had often
stared at me when he thought I wasn't looking and I wondered what he thought
had been going on in the truck that had been parked for so long in our
driveway?
He wasn't THAT old so I hoped maybe his imagination would be at work tonight
and maybe jerk off a bit thinking about me. Keith never noticed him,
thankfully, or he might have freaked.
I waved goodbye to Keith as he drive quickly away. I wonder how he was going
to explain the sweaty smell of sex that had to be covering him when he got
home to Kathy? Oh well, I was already looking forward to the next time I
babysat little Ashley!
Postlude
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I really hesitated as to whether or not to publish this one. There are so
many ridiculous stories on-line about babysitters being fucked by either the
kids or the parents that I feared this would be viewed as just another
fantasy story about something that would never happen. In the end, as you
can see I chose to publish it. Like many of the events in my life I have
chosen to write about, this one helped to make me who I am today and if
nothing else, maybe people will realize that every babysitter isn't abusing
their kids or waiting for them to get home so she can jump in bed with them.
Maybe all that happens in some father's fantasy, but not in real life.
THE END