Fucking the Babysitter… Again [M38/F21] [Cheating] [Forbidden] [Romance] [MF]

I arrived at 6:00 sharp, with my car keys in hand this time. Waving you and your wife off for a romantic dinner from the front door. As if you weren't the last man I had sex with three months ago… Incredible sex. Toe curling sex. Your impassive expression was smoothly optimistic as watched you two walking away. Maybe what we had was a one time thing.

Babysitting for your family, however, will be a constant. Your son is a dream and an instant mood boost. He makes the time pass quickly and easily. Although, I had to disguise my internal aches of desires playing Hide and Seek- I've always fantasized about us in your bed. In your office. But now knowing you intimately made being in your personal spaces so fucking tangible. I could feel your cock sliding between my lips as I waited to be found under your office desk….

Now, I'm lounging upstairs in the big bonus room after putting your son to bed. Dinner. Brush teeth. Pajamas. Read his favorite books. Night light. Reminded him how much you and your wife loved him. Closed the door.

A text from your wife comes through at 9:30 letting me know you'd be an hour later than originally planned. Of course that's no problem and I let her know as much. But, my stomach twists and flips to realize that she included a third number in the group chat…. And I can only assume it was yours. My heart starts to pound a little bit because I have only ever had her number, not yours.

I put my phone down and try to ignore that dangerous detail and cuddle up on the couch instead. Failing immensely to just watch the damn show in front of me when I'm under your blanket. On your couch. Lying against your pillow. In your gorgeous house that you've worked so hard for. Any young girl would be smitten with you, too. You hit every hot button when it comes to the suburban dad-next-door fantasy. But, you blow it out of the water with that sexy body and gorgeous smile.

Fifteen minutes later, a ping alerts to my phone. An update from your wife I'm assuming. Blindly opening the message: [I can still feel you, Jess. Wrapped so tightly around my cock…. Feeling your gorgeous body under my fingertips…]

Holy shit. A live wire licks across my entire body at your words. Instantly aching for you as I read your text over and over. Knowing you're probably sitting across from your wife at a romantic dinner texting me under the table.

With shaking hands I reply: [I hope you enjoy your evening.]

You reply in under a minute: [I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. Climbing into the backseat of my truck and fucking your brains out.]

I'm panting. Shaking. Aching for you more than you know.

[But you fucked me just as hard, Jess. Absolutely blew my mind.]

My pussy is soaking wet for you in the snap of a finger. It always will be. I don't know how to reply so I just put the phone down. Ha! For two seconds before I'm responding in a typical twenty one year old way- with a selfie.

Cut off above my head. Just my slender shoulders. Golden hair. My tight white shirt pressing stretched over my tits and my light blue cut off shorts showing off my tanned long legs. Hitting send while biting my lip.

[You look amazing] [So fucking sexy, Jess]

I pull up my shirt and snap a great shot of my tits. Their fullness. Round shape. Heavy projection. My matching pink nipples are hard and aching for you.

[Fuck. You are killing me here] [God, I fucking love your tits]

I get up and bring the double doors of the bonus room together. Locking myself in and returning to the couch.

Balancing my phone against my heavy water bottle before I hit record on a video:

Losing my top all together.
Toying with my nipples I lean back against the couch. Teasing you in the camera. Unbuttoning my shorts before slipping my hand inside….

[Don't fucking stop now, Jess] [You've got me so goddamn hard for you]

Another video: Sliding my shorts down to the carpet. Completely naked on your couch. Bringing my knees up and legs apart. My sneakers still on as I use one hand to gently touch my pussy. Looking into the camera for you.

[Holy Fuck] [Is that tight pussy wet for me?]

Spreading my delicate pussy with two fingers. Revealing just how soaking wet I am. My free hand coming up to grip the back of the couch. Teasing my pink folds. My sensitive clit
Lips parting.

[Look at you. Look how fucking wet you are] [On my own goddamn fucking couch] [You're so fucking hot] [Mine]

I can't help it… It's automatic. Fucking my fingers inside my tight little pussy. Hitting the record button with my toe. Moving my fingers vigorously for you. My pouting green eyes. Parted lips. The perfect view up the length of my tight body. My free hand massaging my tits. Squeezing. Pulling. Tossing into my hair. Dragging the hem of my shirt up to take between my teeth so I don't start screaming. My mouth occupied. My pussy full. My eyes begging for you. Arching my back off the couch knowing how much better you feel than my fucking fingers. How deep you get. How full I feel and how relentlessly you fuck…

I cum embarrassingly fast. Sending you the video before I fall back. Spent and panting alone in this room. Expecting your reply but it never does….

Your wife thanks me profusely at the front door. I give her a hug and slip the check she's given me into my front pocket. She sees me out. Turning off the porch light and locking the door as I round the corner….

Directly into your waiting arms. Sealing your lips over my startled gasp. Licking deep and hungry. Pressing me up against the closed garage door shrouded in darkness given the hour. I'm kissing you back in an instant. Moaning at your eagerness, the smell of your cologne, the taste of tequila heavily on your tongue. One hand comes up to cradle the back of my head and the other slips under my top. Feeling my tits. My tight nipples. "Fuck, Jess."

You lift me into your arms easily, kissing the hell out of me as you carry me around the corner. Opening the side gate and pressing me roughly against the stucco along the side of your house. The gate quietly closes itself as you make quick work of my denim shorts. Placing me on my down long enough to clear them off my feet them hauling me off the ground. Unzipping your slacks. And claiming me with your huge fucking cock.

Working hard. Fast. So fucking deep from the start I can't breathe. Desperately squeezing the hell out of you. Passionately kissing to keep the noise down.

Oh my god. Fuck. Taking your cock, again, right here? Just outside your home. Knowing that your wife would most likely be in the master bedroom. Other side of the house. Opposite corner.

Burying my hands into your hair and pulling you closer. Moaning excitedly on your tongue. Spreading my legs as much as I can. Tantalizing you with my lips on your neck. Your earlobe. "You feel so fucking good." I cry in a whimper.

"Oh my god. It's so fucking wet, baby…. It's so fucking tight." Growling. Fucking wildly. "Fuck, I'm addicted to your pussy."

Lifting my white top up over my tits, I tease, "We haven't fucked enough for you to become addicted…"

Driving your huge cock deeper as you devour my nipples. Fucking hard. My fingers tugging your hair. Grinding against you. My eyes finding yours in the moonlight. Both of us already trying to hold off our orgasms. Moaning harder. One of your hands brings both of mine my back. Trapping my palms between my ass and the wall…. Dropping one of my legs to the floor while nailing me into the wall with my hands behind my back and teetering on one leg…..

"Cum for me Jess." You groan in the sexiest voice I've ever heard. My desperate sobs let you know I'm already there. About to fly off the edge. You don't stop. Filling me harder. Deeper. "That's it…." You groan with a devilish grin.

"I'm going to get us a hotel room next weekend in Newport Beach…. A fucking nice one…. Where I can spend the entire night cramming you full. Over and over and over…." My head thuds backwards against the house. Ripping my hands free to wrap around your broad shoulders. Holding you close as you screw me limp. Staving off your own orgasm until I get mine, too. "Fuck, baby!" You beg.

Kissing hard and fast. Panting with every fuck. My squeals of pleasure spurring you on… Fucking the hell out of me until the very end. "Cum all over my fucking cock, you gorgeous girl." And I do. Hard.

By some miracle, we both cum silently together. Panting and screwing so hard we can't even scream. I think the whimpers and baby moans spilling from your throat made it even hotter, honestly. Deeply kissing as you sink every inch into my gripping pussy. With every thrust I squeeze harder. Pulling you deeper. Wetter. Luring you to pump your cum endlessly deeper...

We don't say another word to each other. Kissing through the come down. Breathing heavy as you put me on both feet. No time to spare as we right our clothes as fast as we can. Tucking your still hard cock back into your pants. Both hands on my face as you lick deeply into my mouth, kissing me goodbye before you reopen the gate and silently walk towards the front door. I walk down the driveway to may car on the curb and leave as fast as I can….

Fuck, that wasn't supposed to happen again…. Not like that, at least. Wringing my steering wheel as I drive home feeling equal parts confused and enthralled… Mentally hung up on your invitation to get a hotel room next weekend. I shouldn't. Absolutely shouldn't. But then again…. The temptation sounds impossible to resist…. I make it home and collapse on my bed. Tossing and turning all night. Wrestling with heavy guilt but wanting so much more…