Title: The Better Woman
Author: Phoenix Arrow
Part: 1 of 1
Keywords: f/F, M/F, submission, spank, humiliation
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Short Summary: A young babysitter learns the true power she has 
over the ‘lesser women’ she babysits for.


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"The Better Woman"
By Phoenix Arrow


Older women really amaze me at just how much of a complete 
pushover they can become when their sexuality is questioned; 
when they are confronted with being 'less' of a woman. It’s like 
they shut down, give in, surrender to their 'betters'.

Basically I'm referring to my stint as a babysitter. You know the 
type, a young teenage girl, in the prime of her sexual self, catching 
the eye of every husband she works for, to the shattered dignity of 
the wives that have no choice but to stand back and just TAKE IT!

I remember the first time I became aware of this power I had over 
older women. When Margaret hired me to babysit their little boy I 
came over the house with all my things, preparing to watch over 
some little brat as the parents went out for the evening doing some 
boring grown up thing.

I can still remember that look he gave me, her husband Frank, as 
he came out of the bedroom all dressed up. Oh, she caught that 
look of lust. She couldn’t drag him out of the house fast enough. I 
thought he was cute, for an older guy, but didn’t think much else 
about it. I only fooled around with boys my age, not married men.

It was probably about my fourth babysitting for them that Frank 
finally had enough of things and pulled me into their son’s room. 
The boy was out in the living room watching TV and Margaret was 
still busy getting ready.

Gosh that was one hot fucking kiss. I was so into it I didn’t even 
realize his hand was inside my top, kneading my tits. Mmmmm I 
love a man who just takes what he wants, or at least that’s when I 
first realized that I loved it.

When he heard his wife's voice call out for him a few moments 
later, he broke away and whispered something sexy in my ear 
before leaving me standing there panting.

I masturbated twice in the bathroom that evening until they got 
back home. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at him when he got 
back. When he offered to take me home I accepted. When he 
offered to show me the park at night I accepted. When he fished 
his hard cock out and pushed the back of my head down over it, I 
accepted that as well.

She had to know, she just HAD to. The way he looked at me. The 
extra time it took to get back home when dropping me off. The 
taste of my pussy on his lips as he kissed her goodnight.

Yet why did she accept me coming back to babysit her son? Why 
didn’t she just cut me off right then and there? Why did she shake 
my hand hello with a conflicted smile every time I arrived? And 
why wait patiently for me and him to get out of the bathroom 
before they could go out on their dates?

I remember the first time she walked in on us while we fucked on 
her bed. She just stood there like a fool at the doorway for a full 
minute before she slammed the door, storming off.

That became a thing for her, watching for a few minutes before 
slamming the door, waiting with her son in the living room until 
Frank was well satisfied and ready to 'entertain' his wife. And the 
whole time, she just....well...TOOK IT!

I was totally blown away by the whole experience. How a grown 
woman, with a job and a family can just allow a little nothing like 
me to take over like that. I mean besides the humiliation of having 
the babysitter fuck your husband, she didn’t even complain when 
her son followed my orders over hers.

If she told him to do his homework and I told him it was ok to 
watch TV, she just pouted like a 5 year old as he jumped onto the 
couch.

It wasn’t long before they didn’t even go out any more. I'd spend 
the whole night with Frank as Margaret watched us from outside 
the door. She didn’t slam it any more; she had long since 
apologized for being "rude" to their guest.

Now it’s important to know that I am not a slut. I mean, I enjoy sex 
like any other horny teen gal, but I'm no cock hole on feet. Frank 
was perfectly happy taking me out when I'd babysit, leaving poor 
Margaret alone to watch the kid. The kicker was that after we got 
home, and of course had more sex, she'd hand me with a smile my 
babysitting check. I wanted to laugh at her when she did this, but 
she looked so pathetic.

Eventually I had to leave. It was becoming a bit too much, even for 
me. I felt bad for the son, knowing eventually he'd realize what a 
pushover his mommy was becoming, and besides I felt a bit sorry 
for the poor bitch.

Actually that’s not true. Sure I felt bad for Margaret, but I just 
started getting bored. There were plenty of handsome fathers with 
children to babysit for, and I was more than eager to see how much 
of a pushover their wives would be. It was rather easy getting the 
Jacob's job. After the glowing recommendation Margaret gave me, 
Jen and Phil Jacob eagerly accepted me into their home to watch 
their daughter.

Actually I was surprised they still needed a babysitter for a thirteen 
year old. I mean, she surely could watch over herself. Nonetheless 
I accepted, especially when I saw the hunk Phil was. Mmmmm 
what a man.

That first night I came over, dressed in a little tease of a teenage 
outfit, Phil couldn’t stop from checking me out. Poor Jen could 
already see it coming. It was like a moment in a movie when 
everything suddenly dawns on the character. As if accepting her 
fate, she sighed, taking her husbands hand and leading him out the 
door.

It was about three jobs later that I had my lips wrapped around his 
wonderful cock as he parked outside my house. As he came in my 
mouth, I grasped his balls possessively, as if suggesting I was their 
new temporary owner. 

As things progressed Jen did what I've now come to expect from 
defeated women. First shock and outrage, then self-doubt as she 
'lets' things start to fall apart, followed by acceptance under protest, 
then complete subservience to the situation.

Oh, she slammed the door hard the first time we made love in her 
bed, crying like the shamed woman she was on the floor a few feet 
away from the door. It had actually been a step up for her 
compared to the way she pissed herself the first time she tasted my 
pussy on her husband's lips. That’s what he told me, that she 
actually pissed herself when she realized what it was on his lips.

The door slams stopped soon enough, as she watched long, fully 
and with shame just outside the door as her hubby's fantastic cock 
slid in and out of my tight young puss.

I remember the time I came the hardest. It was during one of our 
fucks, with Jen standing as usually outside the door watching. She 
almost freaked when their daughter Megan stood beside her 
watching as well. 

Jen instantly demanded that she go to her room, but suddenly got 
very quiet as I told Megan it was ok to stay and watch me fuck her 
father. The look of totally surrender was priceless on that woman's 
face as she bit her lower lip while her daughter stepped into the 
room ahead of her. Something about the moment sent me 
completely over the edge and I bounced like a complete whore on 
Phil’s cock. Megan and her mother watched as another girl 
orgasmed on their man.

After that, Megan would close the door behind her as her mother 
pouted, leaving her outside and alone, unable to watch what she 
herself had grown to enjoy; the sight of the babysitter fucking her 
husband.

I loved the way Megan would masturbate while watching us. It 
was just so cute. I offered to have her lick my puss clean of her 
father's sperm but he insisted she did not, which I respected. He 
was the man of the house after all. But he said nothing as she 
began sucking on my breasts; he seemed to get off on that. I think 
that girl is a future dyke, I really do.

Eventually I enjoyed Megan's tongue in my pussy, minus her 
father's cum of course. Sitting on the family couch, legs spread 
wide Jen watched with folded arms as I guided her daughter down 
the road of lesbianism.

I knew better than to offer my pussy to Jen. A shamed wife must 
be kept that way. To offer her my pussy would suggest that I've 
accepted her back into the family. She must be kept on the outside 
looking in, frustrated and humbled as a younger, better woman 
takes over her household.

And Jen knew it too. An unspoken bond grew between us. One of 
mutual acceptance and responsibility. I had all of it, she had none. 
She was almost grateful to suddenly no longer have to deal with 
the responsibility of being a wife and mother of respect. To give it 
up to someone more deserving than herself. To sit outside her 
bedroom door and masturbate to the lost dignity she once had, all 
alone while her daughter watches another woman bounce on her 
husband's cock.

But all good things must come to an end. There's only so much a 
girl can enjoy when using the same cock and female tongue to get 
off. I needed to move on. And besides, Jen was starting to look like 
shit. She needed to get back to her motherly role. The time had 
come to move on.


Before I knew it, I was the matriarch in five more homes. One for 
every night of the week. With every paycheck handed to me by 
pussy-whipped wives I began to realize that I was becoming some 
sort of prostitute, which bothered me to some degree. I mean what 
was I really being paid for? Babysitting? Surely not. Putting the 
wives in their place? Perhaps. Being a pussy for their husband's 
cocks? Yes. 

I mean I have respect for myself. Not like these women I 
humiliate. I don’t really like the idea that I am a prostitute. Slut 
maybe, but not a whore.

So I stopped getting paid. I demanded services rather than cash. In 
my eyes it made it seem less business-like, more like giving me 
things because I deserved them.

And the women almost happily went along with it. Giving me 
clothes, jewelry, even letting me use their cars. It was Darcy who 
first handed me her keys. She had just bought the thing, all shiny 
and red. I just kind of demanded it as she was cooking for me in 
her kitchen. That woman was quite a successful chef, working in 
her husband's restaurant. 

She was standing there stirring vegetables in a pan, standing in 
high heels, an apron and her chef shirt and hat. I got such a kick 
out of watching her cook like that. I was totally joking that she take 
off the pants and throw on a pair of impossibly high heels as she 
cooks and serves me and her family. 

I thought she would be apprehensive about exposing her ass and 
cunt to her husband and three children like that. They sat there 
with dropped jaws as she hesitated only a moment before running 
off to the bedroom to fetch a pair of high heels, coming back with 
her lower half completely bare.

Oh I know she must have creamed herself silly to the humiliating 
sounds of her young children giggling at the sight of her. She had 
completely embraced the mockery of herself as a chef, a mother, a 
wife, and most importantly as a woman. She was completely 
pussy-whipped by me. So I felt perfectly comfortable telling her 
that I'd be taking the keys to her car for the foreseeable future, and 
that she'd be riding one of her children's bikes to work. I LOVED 
watching the trickle of juice running down her inner thigh as she 
stood there not saying a word in her defense, allowing the younger, 
better woman to tell her how its going to be and just TAKING IT!


Gosh why did they do that? I mean it really made no sense. Why 
didn’t these women stand up for themselves? I couldn’t imagine 
letting some young hottie just waltz right in and steal away my 
family like that. Just nearly lay down from the beginning as she 
seduces my husband, gets me to accept it, and takes over the 
running of the family until she gets bored and moves on.

Yet maybe that’s just it. I don’t get it. I'm not a wife, a mother, a 
woman slightly past her prime with thoughts of inadequacy and 
self-doubt. I'm a young woman, in the prime of my life, with sex 
and attitude that these women once had and still dream of. Maybe 
their latent longing for what I've got has them accepting that kind 
of energy in their lives once again, even if it replaces them and 
pushes them out of the picture as the central figure.

I don’t know if what I said makes any sense but I still ponder it 
nonetheless while I turn on the ignition to the new red car as I 
watch Darcy struggle to ride the small kids’ bike up the sidewalk 
to work. Will that be me some day?

Darcy was a good woman. She was a loyal wife and proud mother 
of three wonderful children. And I took that away from her. Just 
because I'm younger and more confident in who I am. What power 
that truly is. Darcy and all the other mothers jumped through hoops 
to give me that power and were grateful when I took it.

Melissa was no different. A single mom in her thirties. Poor thing. 
Her husband already had left her for another woman similar to me. 
Just up and left, leaving her with a little boy to support. She needed 
help watching little Tommy when she went off to work. She 
couldn’t afford too much and needed nearly anything she could get 
to help her.

When she interviewed me for the job I could tell how vulnerable 
she was. That last woman had already shaken her foundations of 
womanhood and she was ripe for the taking. I knew that it would 
require very little pushing on my part to have her crawling around 
the apartment while I took over.

It was also a big step for me. Until now I relied on the husband as a 
way to control the hapless wives. Seducing them until I got them 
into bed, where the woman had once been queen. But for a single 
woman it would not be so easy. No hubby to seduce and hang over 
her head with.

I started with the easy things. Getting her son to call me mommy, 
trying on her clothes and shoes when she would get home. General 
liberties no normal babysitter should consider. She took note of 
things quickly, commenting on her child, demanding I stop 
wearing her personal things. When she discovered I had been 
trying on her undergarments she nearly flipped.

She fussed the whole time while refolding her panties into the 
drawer, all while I sat on her bed mockingly. When she turned she 
asked me to get off her bed. I simply giggled as I laid back onto it, 
letting my arms fall to my side. She just stood there, perplexed. 
She asked again, a little weaker, almost like a sort of begging.

When I asked her to fetch me a drink she hesitated only a moment, 
returning soon with a can of Coke. I took a few sips as she 
watched, then purposefully let some of it drip onto her covers. She 
gasped running to the bathroom to grab a towel. When she returned 
I told her to leave it alone. 

I simply LOVED everything about that moment. The expression 
on her face at being TOLD to leave the sugary liquid on the covers. 
She stood there, confused about what she should do. The liquid 
had begun to soak into the fabric. She started to dance on the balls 
of her feet, squeezing the towel in her hands looking back and 
forth from me to the stain.

When she looked at me pleadingly I nearly came in my panties. I 
wickedly shook my head no and suddenly it was as if her moment 
of realization had dawned on her. She sighed as she continued to 
watch the last bit of liquid merge with her bed covers. She had 
surrendered. 

She didn’t fuss quite as much the next time she came home to find 
me trying on her stuff. She looked on and squirmed but said 
nothing when I tossed her ugly bras and underwear into the trash. I 
had no problem telling her she needed to look more sexy and she 
apparently had no problem listening. 

The look on her face the first time she heard Tommy call her 'Mel' 
was to die for. She got all huffed up and was ready to give him a 
piece of her mind when I casually admitted it was my idea. I 
LOVE the look of a mother corrected. She bit her lip, cast down 
her eyes and simply walked away. PERFECT!

Melissa cooked for shit and despite her lack of wealth I simply had 
to insist she bring home take-outs whenever I was on the job. At 
first we ate together as a family, but she soon got the hint and 
waited till we were finished before eating herself.

I was surprised how open she was willing to be with me, admitting 
at the kitchen table that the woman who stole her husband was 
indeed the better woman. That the woman was younger, prettier, 
and more confident than she was. Mel simply wasn’t the woman 
she thought she was. I asked her if she was pathetic and she 
nodded with tears in her eyes. I made sure her son was sitting with 
us when she said it.

I patted her on the behind and told her that she could masturbate if 
she wanted to, just to go outside to the backyard so that her boy 
couldn’t see or hear her. She smiled and thanked me before 
heading out back.

Eventually I'd turn on the lights so Tommy could watch what his 
mom was up to. The humiliation on her face was unreal.

By now I had complete run of the house. Mel practically obeyed 
my every command and refused me nothing. You could see the joy 
on her face that someone had finally taken control of her life. She 
had to fight hard being a single mom, making all the decisions for 
herself and her boy. You could see the relief on her face that 
someone was now finally doing that for her.

As for me, I had what I wanted; control of yet another sub cunt 
mommy and her home. I took advantage of what little money she 
still had and ruined her best clothes when I went out partying with 
them. On nights that I did sleep over, she was happy sleeping on 
the couch while I slept in her large bed. She offered to sleep on the 
floor beside me but I thought that was too creepy. So yes, I had it 
good.

Except a cock of course. I didn’t think it would be a big deal. All 
the other houses I fucked whenever the husband wanted to, which 
was always. But here, there was nothing to fuck. No man grabbing 
my ass and tits as his pathetic honey buns watches. No seven 
inches of man snaking into my mouth as she waits for him outside 
the bathroom door. No orgasm inducing thrusts of pure COCK as 
she stands at the door watching the right of a wife being taken by 
another.

I needed a man to fuck. And I told Mel just that as she watched me 
outside her bedroom door while I masturbated nude on her bed. 
The first time she came in without knocking and apologized 
profusely as she caught what I had been doing. I told her I didn’t 
mind and it’s all she needed to keep her eyes glued on my body as 
my fingers worked their magic.

As she watched I told her I wished her husband had still been 
around. How I'd fuck him good and hard while she watched. She 
told me how deserving I was of him, and how she'd be honored if I 
had fucked him when they were together. I came as she said that.

But masturbating isn’t fun when you’re used to cock...or a tongue. 
I noticed her licking her lips a few times as she watched me. I 
knew she wanted me, straight or not, no woman can deny that 
seeing another masturbate is erotic, let alone the fact that I had her 
practically eating out of my hands.

I knew it was against my personal rules. Once she was pushed out 
she needed to be kept there. Getting the chance to pleasure the 
woman that has taken over your life is like letting the wolf into the 
hen house. Nothing good could come from it.

But....

I gasped as I felt her hot breath on my lips. I used my fingers to 
spread them, allowing her an excellent view of the vagina that 
owned her. She told me how pretty it was and I thanked her for the 
compliment. In another moment she planted her lips to mine, 
kissing me gently as only a woman could. I moaned as she soon 
snuck out her tongue and pleasured me as I deserved.

I held her head in tight as she did her thing. I could tell she had 
done this before once or twice. In college perhaps. I stared at her 
son as he stood at the door, watching his mommy orally pleasure 
her young Mistress. I told Mel as such but kept her head firmly 
against my vagina despite her urges to get up and close the door.

She soon forgot about him, and so did I as I closed my eyes and 
allowed my rapture to engulf me.

Things progressed along much the same lines after that. I became 
more and more open to her being involved in my sexual 
satisfaction. Her lips and tongue became a regular part of my 
nightly climaxes. 

I admit I was rather shocked when she showed me the ten inch 
dildo she had been hiding from me all that time. She told me how 
she needed to replace her husband after he left her, though she 
admittedly rarely used it. It was the most precious moment when 
she lowered to her knees and offered it to me, essentially giving 
away the last cock in her life to me, the BETTER woman!

I squirmed as she brought the head of it against my cunt. Carefully 
and lovingly she pushed it inside me. It filled me completely and I 
was hooked. Faster and faster she gave it to me, pretending it was 
her husband's the whole time. I loved the way she verbally 
described how it looked as she slid it in and out, almost as if it 
were a porno.

The walls of my cunt soon convulsed as I moaned in orgasm. Gosh 
it was so good. I patted her on the head as she lapped up my 
discharge. She had become such a good pet.

She used the dildo again on me the next night. She really knew had 
to work that thing. She soon had me bouncing on it like a bunny 
while she flicked her tongue on my clit. She was driving me wild. I 
was blubbering like a fool when I caught sight of her son again. 
When Mel asked me if she could close the door I just moaned. She 
left me there bouncing on my rubbery stick as she did so, the look 
of disappointment on his face as he was shut out. Then she came 
back to me, and made me cum again and again.

The next few nights were something amazing. I never knew a 
woman can give another THIS much pleasure. And I told her just 
that. She seemed proud of herself at being useful once again, in a 
sexual manner. That she had once again regained herself somewhat 
as a woman. She thanked me as I patted her pussy.

You see I hadn’t really noticed her undressing as she had me ride 
the dildo. But there she was, lying next to me fully nude as I 
panted from yet another orgasm. She had taken my hand and 
brought it to her pussy. Boy, was it hot and wet. I didn’t mind 
keeping it there as she ground herself against it.

I took in her form as she brought herself off on me, noting just how 
beautiful she still was. She really had nothing to be ashamed of. 
Why she willingly admitted to being a pathetic woman just didn’t 
fit. I leaned in and suckled on one of her tits as she came on my 
hand.

The next day I used the dildo on her. She asked nicely and I think 
she earned it. In no time she was bouncing on that rubber like you 
wouldn’t believe. I thought it would have been a hoot to have her 
oink like a stuffed pig as her tits flopped about. I admit I was 
annoyed when she didn’t, but it’s no big deal.

I even licked her clitty just like she did for me. She held my head 
there as she came. Boy, can she cum. I tried to push away but she 
held me there. I scolded her for that and she apologized. I just 
might start spanking this woman, with her son watching. I can 
surely be evil can’t I?

A few days later I found myself kinda annoyed. Mel hadn’t used 
the dildo on me recently and I kinda missed it. When she had been 
using it on me I actually never asked for it. I didn’t think I had to. I 
am the object of her needs and wants aren’t I? She should go out of 
her way to make me happy. I AM the better woman aren’t I?

So I couldn’t very well ask her to dildo me. It would kind of be 
like begging. At least she still gave good head, even if the door 
was still closed and she resisted me holding her head when I came 
in her face.

It was exactly one week after the last dildo session that I found 
myself bringing my face into her hot wet pussy. I was at my wits 
end. I needed that thing and I just couldn’t find any other way 
WITHOUT begging for it. I figured maybe if I'd please her little, 
that she'd kind of bring it back for me. She seemed rather surprised 
as I crawled between her legs and began licking her. She sighed as 
I lapped at her sex.

I tried to resist when she took hold of my head and pushed it harder 
against her cunt, but she held firm and I eventually stopped 
resisting while I drank her pussy. She came after a good few 
minutes. I hadn’t even notice the door was open. How long had 
Tommy been there watching us? When I asked her if she wanted 
the door closed, she simply patted me on the head while shaking 
no.

When she fell asleep I started to whine. What about me? Aren’t I 
the important one here? I'm the matriarch. I need to cum. I felt 
stupid having to masturbate myself, especially with her son 
standing there watching me, but I had no choice, I was fucking 
horny!

The next few days I kept trying to do the same thing, hoping that 
she'd bring that dildo back. Yet every time she came hard on my 
face she'd just fall asleep. Worse yet, I was hungry and there was 
no food. I'd have to use my own money to have food delivered. I 
was getting a bit annoyed.

Only then would she wake up and eat and not even OFFER to 
repay me for the meal. I just couldn’t believe it when she told me 
to wash the dishes as she went off to take a shower. I'm no fucking 
maid.

I told Tommy to do it, which kind of pissed her off. I felt bad about 
doing that, so I helped him as she watched. I guess she has a point. 
He is just a boy. But still. And I really had no idea she didn’t like 
us calling her Mel. I insisted Tommy keep calling her Mel and not 
mom, but he just wouldn’t listen to me. What was going on?

So finally I did it, I just couldn’t help it. I begged. I didn’t think I 
was begging at the time but looking back, I kind of was pathetic 
about it. I really needed that dildo. Even though she stopped me 
from using her car, I could have just gone out and bought my own. 
But I wanted hers...I mean MINE actually. 

So I asked...begged her to use it on me. She just kind of smirked at 
me. I pouted and stamped my foot, demanding she fuck me with it. 
She wasn’t even using her tongue on me anymore. She told me to 
stop being a spoiled little brat and I told her to FUCK OFF! Her 
son was standing there listening but I didn’t care and apparently 
neither did she as she told me to drop my panties and lift up my 
skirt. I thought finally we're getting back to normal, even if it was 
out in the living room in front of her son.

When she motioned for me to lay over her knees for a spanking I 
nearly choked on my own breath. I yelled at her to go to hell! She 
just kind of sat there, like a mother waiting for her daughter to 
finish her temper tantrum. When she didn’t budge I tried calming 
down, asking her in a nicer tone to stop this nonsense and get back 
into MY bedroom and fuck my cunt with her toy.

When she patted her knees and gave me a stern look I felt goose 
bumps all over. I looked back over at Tommy who was looking at 
me with wide eyes, waiting to see if I would actually do it.

I bit my lower lip and stared at the floor as I professed that I didn’t 
want a spanking. She softly took hold of one of my hands and 
brought me over her knees. Lifting my now panty-less skirt over 
my rump I cried out as the first swat walloped me.

She asked if I was ready to stop acting like a spoilt girl and I shook 
my head profusely. I am a queen in this house; I can act as spoilt as 
I wanna!

Two more good hard swats had me grinding my teeth while she 
informed me that she was tired of my nonsense and if I was ready 
to start acting like a good girl. Again I shook my head no as she 
gave me more slaps to each cheek.

Soon my rear was red and on fire as I cried like a child on her 
knees. I was soon begging for her to stop, openly and eagerly 
agreeing to be her 'good little girl'. That I'd behave myself when I 
am in her home. That I will treat her and her son with respect. 

As if rewarding me, she brought two fingers against my very wet 
pussy and began playing with me, still draped over her knees. 
Tommy stood in front of me and whispered into my ear as I 
moaned under his mother's touch. He asked me if I was pathetic. I 
nodded with my eyes closed.

I spent the next few hours masturbating outside in the dark. 
Melissa told me that I should do my dirty deed out there so she and 
her son wouldn’t have to see or hear me. I must have come four 
times; the last two Tommy watched as he turned the light switch 
on and enjoyed the show. I had taught him well.

When I was done, I was allowed back inside the house where I 
dressed and began my duty of licking Melissa's warm wet juicy 
pussy. Gosh it reeked of female power.

Over the next few days I got spanked to keep me in place, whether 
I deserved it or not. Melissa used my saved money to buy the food 
and replace the clothes I ruined. Once in a while her son got to see 
me pleasure his mom with the dildo. I meekly asked once in a 
while if I could use it on myself but the answer was always the 
same, NO. It was for the matriarch of the house. She asked me if I 
was the matriarch and I shook my head no. That’s usually when I 
disappear out back for twenty minutes or so. 

And guess what? Just the other day something wonderful 
happened! Melissa's hubby came back to her. Seems he realized 
just how special she is. I really am so happy for her, she totally 
deserves it. A woman like that deserves a man and a loving family. 
And what a man! Now I know why that woman tried to steal him 
away. What a stud. Don’t worry, I rub my behind gently and cast 
my eyes downward whenever he looks my way. That’s Melissa's 
man; she's the better woman, not me.

Now I happily babysit Tommy for free whenever his parents go 
out. I'm more than happy to clean up the house for them too, it’s 
only right. By the time they come back, if Tommy is asleep they 
let me stay while they disappear into the bedroom. I crack the door 
ten minutes later and take a peek, admiring how a real woman like 
her enjoys her man, a wife fucking her husband.

I watch for a little bit, get all worked up and close the door as I 
make my way out back. It’s there in the darkness I play with my 
pathetic spoilt pussy, dreaming of the dominant woman I once was. 
I wait for the familiar light to come on as I rub faster.

The End!


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