"Baby Sitter Blues"

[TellMeATale2013]

(At the time I posted this, the role of the baby sitter was open. Details are at the bottom.)

"Baby Sitter Blues"​

They sat in the conference room for almost an hour before a Senior Manager stepped inside and said bluntly, "Clients aren't coming. Go home everyone."

Incredulous looks were shared by all, but -- as it wasn't the first time the clients had done this to them -- the research team members did what they were told, gathered their files and tablets and what nots and headed for their respective homes ... or their favorite watering holes.

Victor Yarbrough headed home, of course. His wife would still be at her book club, which would give him some time alone with the kids. His spouse was a domineering force at home, with her hands into any and all activities, even Vic's play time with the children. She was constantly spouting some gibberish about how this study or that study had proven that this play method or that play method led to smarter, stronger, more confident children.

Hell, Vic just wanted to play with the kids ... without Lori's constant oversight. He got to the house to find that the baby sitter had parked in the driveway, again, forcing him to park on the street. Even worse, she hadn't set the alarm after his wife left.

He stood in the foyer for a moment, shedding his overcoat and street shoes ... and a sly smirk crossed his lips. If she doesn't think the alarm is worth turning on, let's see how she would react to a stranger suddenly being inside the house.

Vic checked the downstairs rooms and found no one about. The kids should have already been in bed -- it was already after 9pm -- so he assumed the sitter, whose name had escaped him, was upstairs either sitting with them or in the little Library Vic's wife had created out of a spare bedroom just so she could brag to the book club that she had one.

But he didn't find the sitter in either of the rooms. He was beginning to get concerned, when he heard a small sound down the hall. He stood in silence for a moment, then heard the sound again, a bit louder and a bit more ... identifiable.

It was the sound of a woman having sex, no doubt about it. Vic clenched his jaws and could feel his blood boiling. They'd fired a little slut of a baby sitter a few months earlier when they'd arrived home to find her blowing her boyfriend downstairs ... with the drapes wide open and the kids upstairs awake and playing games.

To make matters worse, the sound was coming from his and his wife's bedroom ... which meant ... from his and his wife's bed. If he hadn't been so infuriated, he probably would have laughed at the idea of any sex occurring there: he and Lori hadn't fucked in more than a year, and he wouldn't have even been able to guess at the last time either one of them had put their mouth to the other spouse's special places.

He began for the bedroom, his blood boiling -- then, stopped suddenly. The idea of seeing a young woman -- Lori had said the girl was 18 or 19, he thought -- in the midst of rapture suddenly made his dick twitch with excitement. Instead, he moved slowly down the hall to the bedroom door, which he found slightly cracked.

He took his time, not wanting to either spook them or give the impression that he was a creepy peeping tom, even if it was his home and bed in which they were fucking and sucking. The first thing he saw was the lamp table, with ... something wrong. It took him a moment, but he finally realized that the wedding photo of him and Lori was face down. Odd.

He moved a bit closer to the door, then stopped when he realized there was something else odd about photos: one was missing. Lori had always been very anal about decorating, and the wall next to their walk-in closet had had to have all the photos arranged perfectly and, to Vic's dismay, in chronological order of when they were taken.

He looked at the photos, thought for a moment -- while listening with excitement to the sound of the babysitter moaning in pleasure -- and realized that the missing photo was one of him, taken a couple of years back just before his first -- and only -- Iron Man Triathlon.

Why the hell would...?

His stomach turned with excitement, and his dick jerked with anticipation. Vic stepped forward and pushed the door open. The baby sitter looked up suddenly, shoving her hands down deeper between her thighs in an attempt to hide the pussy that she'd previously been stimulating ... to the photo of Vic lying on the bed before her.

Vic just stared, amazed on so many levels that he couldn't even find the words to speak, be it to chastise her or offer her the chance to fuck the real thing. She was a beautiful young woman, the 18 or 19 Lori had mentioned, with a full figured body; no skinny, 90 pound twig, but a well rounded, large breasted girl who reminded Vic very much of his wife's appearance ten years earlier ... before three kids.

Oh, Lori was still an attractive woman, and when the mood hit them both -- which hadn't happened in ages -- they could still get each other hot enough to set off the smoke detectors. But this ... this girl was simply the most beautiful, sexiest creature Vic had seen naked in over a decade, not counting pornos and strip bars, both of which he partook while on his business trips every couple of months.

(OOC: I would like her to be embarrassed and a bit shy, but -- horny for the real thing -- in no hurry to cover herself up any more than she is, and certainly not wanting to leave ... without getting laid. I know it sounds contradictory -- shy but horny -- but I have confidence that the correct writer can make it happen. PM me, please, before posting.)

 

[heartofcourage]

Babysitting for the Yarbrough family was one of the highlights of Lucy McKay’s week. The three children, all still young and excitable, were the extremely sweet and lovable. Their mother was a bit hard to take from time to time, but Lucy did her best to listen to what the woman wanted. After all, they were her children. Still, she would slip them sugar from time to time and a trip to McDonald’s after they had been sworn to secrecy wasn’t out of the picture either.

There was also their father to make things better as well. Victor Yarbrough was the handsomest man Lucy had ever seen in her life. He made the movie stars pale in comparison and she felt like a lovesick girl every time he cast his handsome eyes in her direction. Not that he ever really noticed her in the first place though. He loved his wife. That much she could see, but she still could day dream…

She noticed the way that Mrs. Yarbrough treated her husband. She wasn’t kind to him and acted in a domineering way that had everyone, herself included, on edge when she was around. It wasn’t a happy household, but it was far from the worst she had worked in.

That night she’d been called to baby sit after Mr. Yarbrough had been called into work at the last moment. Agreeing after learning that Mrs. Yarbrough would be gone for much of the evening as well, Lucy had settled in with the kids, playing with them and cooking dinner before sending them off to bed early.

Free time without kids to watch in a strange house was always the worst. Lucy hardly knew what to do with herself after the kid’s movies had stopped playing and the last bedtime story had been read. She was surprised that they had gone off to sleep without a fuss, but it seemed that they had a busy day before she got there.

Snooping through the house as the sun was setting, she looked around at all the family pictures that she could find. The Yarbrough’s looked truly happy in a few of them, hugging one another, even kissing in the wedding portrait that was by the bed. Mrs. Yarbrough even looked happy and healthy, nothing like the skinny, bleach blonde woman that tried to keep up with all the new and hip things that she knew today.

Wrinkling her nose, Lucy pressed the wedding picture face down on the table, glancing towards the other photos that were on the wall. They were the normal kind of things that a famly would keep. Vacations, first days of school, births…and then her eyes fell on the delicious image of Mr. Yarbrough in work out clothing.

Dear God, the man was smoking hot, she thought to herself as she pulled the picture off the wall to study him closer. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she let out a heated moan, thinking about the man that had captured her imagination since she had started working for the family. He most certainly had filled her mind on nights when she was lonely and she’d touched herself more times then she cared to remember while thinking about him.

“Oh, Vic. Why can’t you just be with me?” She whispered, laying back on the bed and letting her fingers trail over her body as she stared into his handsome features. “I promise I wouldn’t let you down…”

Sighing as her fingers settled between her thighs, she rubbed herself over the cotton shorts she’d been wearing. Frustration quickly raced through her as she sat up and pulled the shorts down her legs, kicking them off along with her panties so that her fingers could really do their magic.

“Oh, yes, Vic.” She moaned, her fingers gliding through her wet folds with a rhythm that would get her off quickly.

Resting the picture beside her on the bed, she whimpered, her fingers finding her core and sliding through her entrance without stopping. She moaned, crying out each time she touched a part of her that she really enjoyed. If only her were really there…

It was like magic as she glanced up towards the door. Victor had appeared and she yelped, her fingers stopping as he stared at her in her moment of indiscretion. They watched each other for a long moment, her hand hiding the pussy that she’d just been pleasing as his picture stared up at her from the bed.

“Oh my God, Mr. Yarbrough. I didn’t mean for this to happen.” She babbled as the silence blanketed over them.

 

[TellMeATale2013]

“Oh my God, Mr. Yarbrough," she said, her tone revealing her deep embarrassment. "I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

"It's okay," Vic said without thinking, simply wanting to ease her dismay at looking up to find him. It's okay..? Really? You couldn't come up with something better than ... she's staring at you ... be-cause ... Jesus, Vic, stop staring! He dropped his eyes to the floor, saying simply, "Sorry."

He searched about for her clothes, thinking that he should do the gentlemanly thing and help her get dressed. He found her top, then her shorts -- with a tiny thong still contained within them -- and turned to face her...

Only to stare some more...

She was just so ... perfect. Firm breasts, swollen nipples, athletic legs, flat belly ... and that face. Above the neck, Lucy's appearance did two significant things for Vic. It heated him up, thinking that a girl this young could exercise her fantasies for him; and it reminded him that she was, to him, a girl ... and while he'd never strayed during his twelve years of marriage to Lori, Vic had always fantasized about having a young lover again, of introducing a girl to sex, or -- if not so pure anymore -- introducing her to the best sex she'd experienced to date.

So, even if Vic had been able to keep his gaze above Lucy's collar bones, he would have wanted her so badly. Seeing her like this, naked and masturbating to the fantasy of being with him ... it was simply something Vic had to investigate.

He wasn't sure where to start ... but since he was having such a damn hard time keeping his eyes off of her tits, he figured a good place was, "You're a very sexy girl, Lucy ... woman, I mean."

Victor saw her gaze drop to the clothes he had in his hands ... clothes that he pulled back inconspicuously against his body, not intended to surrender them unless forces to.

 

[heartofcourage]

Lucy watched with a reddening face as Vic gathered her clothing from the floor, mumbling words of apology to her as his eyes dropped from her naked body to the floor. Was she really that hideous, she thought to herself as she slowly pulled herself into a sitting position upon his bed. Get real, Lucy, he’s just trying to be a gentleman.

“Mr. Yarbrough…” Lucy started, gasping as his eyes flicked back to her body, taking in everything that he could see as he stood by the edge of the bed.

The way he looked at her told her that this was a man that wanted her. She wondered what he saw when he looked upon her breasts, her swollen nipples, her fingers still covering an extremely wet pussy. Did he see something that was worth his time? The way that he continued to stare at her naked breasts certainly told her that he did.

Then he spoke and Lucy felt her belly do a strange little flip. He thought she was sexy? The man that she’d spent so many night fantasizing about really though that she was a sexy woman? It brought a little smile to Lucy’s lips and she shyly cast her eyes towards the comforter of the bed.

“Thank you.” She mumbled in a dumb sort of way. “You know…I think that you’re the most handsome man that I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Looking back towards him, she blushed even deeper. “I really mean that.”

 

[TellMeATale2013]

"You know," he said, moving a bit closer, her clothes still clutched in his hands against his body, "my wife and I ... we ... we aren't the happy couple that most people would imagine us to be."

As soon as he'd said it, he felt stupid. He wanted Lucy so badly, but he was afraid she would refuse him because he was married, despite what Vic had caught her doing on their bed. But saying what he'd said was no different that saying outright, It's okay for us to fuck because my wife and I don't.

"I just... I just thought you should know that."

 

[heartofcourage]

Had she really just heard him correctly? Had he told her that he and his wife weren’t a happy couple? What did that mean? Lucy’s head was swimming as she thought about the bombshell that he’d just placed squarely in her lap.

Sucking in a deep breath, she stared up into his handsome features and slowly let her body relax. He was looking at her with such interest and a mixture of lust that she found herself growing a little bit bolder, a little bit more reckless.

“Well…thank you for letting me know?” She said, the very words sounding strange in her ears as Vic took a step towards the bed, her clothing still clenched tightly in his fingers.

“Mr. Yarbrough…ummm…would you like to…sit beside me?” She asked, her voice breathless and a little nervous, quaking as she scooted over to his wife’s side of the bed to make room for him.

She wasn’t a virgin, not even close, but in the presence of this man she felt like a blushing virgin that hadn’t ever seen a man before in her life. He was so much older, so much more mature, so incredibly handsome and she found herself WANTING him. Her innocent seduction was probably a joke in his eyes, but she had never wanted a man so much in her life.

 

[TellMeATale2013]

“Mr. Yarbrough…ummm…would you like to…sit beside me?”

Vic's dick practically jumped to attention at the suggestion. He smiled -- broader than he'd planned -- and said softly, "If that's okay."


He took another step toward the bed then, wanting his hands free but not wanting Lucy to have easy access to them, set her clothes atop the dresser to his right. He moved to beside the bed, then -- slowly -- sat down beside her, looking deep into her eyes.

My god, she's so sexy, he thought, with an even more forward voice in his brain hollering, And she wants you, too, you idiot! What are you waiting for?

He glanced down at her body again -- at her full breasts, her swollen nipples -- then looked back to those deep blue eyes and asked in almost a whisper, "Would it be alright if ... if I kissed you?"

Vic didn't wait for an answer, instead leaning in and pressing his lips softly to hers ... and simultaneously reaching a hand around to the small of her back and laying it gently upon her cool, bare skin.

 

[heartofcourage]

Lucy gave him a shy smile as he sat down beside her on the bed, her clothing left on the nightstand beside him as he turned his gaze back towards her naked body. No man had ever spent so much time just staring at her and it made her feel amazing. She wanted to feel his hands on her, the gentle caress of a man that knew what he was doing…

She gasped as he asked to kiss her. Like an idiot, her eyes widened and she was struck dumb for a moment. Holy shit, Vic wants to kiss me! She nodded, her lips forming the words yes as he suddenly leaned forward and pressed his lips softly to hers. She sighed, a hand leaving the space between her thighs to press against his chest.

Then she felt it. The first touch of his large, warm hand as it touched the small of her back. She actually moaned as the heat spread from his body to hers, letting her know that this fantasy was very, very real.

Pulling back from the kiss for a moment, she licked her dry lips and stared into his eyes. “Surely that’s not the kiss you wanted to give me, is it Mr. Yarbrough?”

 

[TellMeATale2013]

Vic smiled broadly, surprised by Lucy's forwardness. Compared to his wife, this beauty on his bed was a girl; but compared to most girls, Vic knew she was probably very much a woman.

He leaned in again, pressing his lips to hers, parting them with his tongue. She met his passion with her own, revealing her experience in this area.

As their embrace became more passionate, Vic couldn't help but wonder how far that experience went. The hand at her back rose to her neck, pulling their faces firmly together; and down below, his second hand fell to her inner thigh, where it began caressing her, and making it's way slowly toward her wetness.

 

[heartofcourage]

Lucy let out a heated whimper as Vic leaned in again and pressed his lips to hers, parting hers with his tongue and gaining access. She nearly melted in his embrace as she clumsily tried to keep up with the very experienced older man. It was quickly becoming apparent that she was running out of seductive moves, but somehow, she felt that he wouldn’t really mind.

His hand slipped up her back, pulling their faces together tighter. She moaned as his other hand fell to her inner thigh, caressing the skin until she parted her legs for him, allowing him to slowly slide towards her wet folds.

Pulling her lips from his, she panted for breath as she stared into his warm eyes. She let out a little groan the moment his fingers gently ran across the seam of her sex. Shivering, she nibbled on her lower lip and thought about what to do next. It was like her brain wouldn’t work.

“Are you going to fuck me?” She asked him, cringing at the way the words sounded coming out of her mouth.

Why had she asked that? What is wrong with you, Lucy! She was screaming at herself, her heart ratcheting up a notch as she worried she’d said the wrong thing. In her experience though, that’s normally what happened. A few kisses, a hand between her thighs, a quick roll onto her back and a couple of thrusts into her pussy would have any boy cumming quickly.

That’s what was suppose to happen…right?

 

[TellMeATale2013]

“Are you going to fuck me?”

Again, Vic smiled broadly. He turned the hand between her thighs palm up, played his fingertips against her wet folds, found her opening, and pressed his longest two fingers into her while his thumb found her clit and began massaging it.

He watched her reaction, gave her a moment to consider her answer, and asked boldly, "Isn't that what you were pretending before I came in...?"

 

[heartofcourage]

Lucy gasped as his fingers pressed into her folds without a problem, her wetness aiding in his mission to glide into her body. When his thumb found her clit and slowly started to massage it, she moaned hotly and splayed her thighs wider, settling back against the pillows as he asked her about what she was doing when he walked in.

“Yes.” She whimpered, looking up into his eyes as he loomed over the top of her. “It’s what I’ve pretended for weeks. Late at night. Your hands on me…”

She let out a loud cry as his fingers curled in her pussy, touching things that she’d never imagined were there. She was quivering, panting as he caressed her in the way that she’d imagined for so long.

 

[TellMeATale2013]

Vic played his fingers inside Lucy's pussy like he was looking for a quarter lost in the car seat. He watched her every expression, and then -- when he saw her react in a way that said That'll make her cum! -- he continued with that touch, wanting to drive her to a quick climax.

And the entire time that one hand was involved in stimulating this young beauty, the other was quickly loosening his tie, unbuttoning his shirt, and unbuckling his pants. Vic knew that his wife was at her book club, but for all he knew, they might break up early just as easily as his sales meeting had.

And if he didn't fuck Lucy tonight, he might never get a chance to fuck her again.

 

[heartofcourage]

Never in her short life had Lucy experienced what Vic was doing to her. His fingers knew exactly what it took to make a woman cum and he was intent on sending her screaming into the stratosphere. She moaned and whimpered, her eyes squeezing shut as his fingers continued to pet and caress that little spot inside of her that really got her juices flowing.

“Oh my God. Oh my God!” It was all she could say as she bucked and move beneath his hand, her fingers clenching the bedspread for dear life as she seemed to dance in place while he drove her onward.

“Vic!” She nearly screamed out, his name dying on her lips as she came hard around his thick fingers, her pussy flooding his hand with moisture as stars started to burst behind her eyes.

 

[TellMeATale2013]

Vic glanced toward the open bedroom door in sudden panic as Lucy's previously low moans and appreciation for him turned into an orgasmic cry. Laying this beautiful girl might be worth losing his marriage to Lori, but it wasn't worth losing the kids, the house, the bank accounts ... and the list went onward.

But once her orgasm had moved her beyond that one cry of his name and onto a series of excited moans, he relaxed and returned quickly to stripping off the rest of his clothes.

It was such a pleasure to watch Lucy cum at his touch. She bucked and trembled and rolled about; her hands clenched at the comforter, pulling it and the blankets and causing the fitted sheet to come loose on one corner with an elastic pop. It had been like this with his wife long ago. Lori had been so excitable and reactive to Vic's touch, sometimes cumming five or six times a night before she finally begged him to stop.

But just like the old joke about Same Sex Marriage goes, in heterosexual marriages, one day it all becomes the same sex. And somewhere along the way, theirs did; the excitement was gone, the joy of discovery, the delight in seeing the other explode in ecstasy slipped away from them.

And ... here Vic was, discovering all of that again with this teenager! He knew he should be ashamed, and he didn't blame Lori. Lucy was hot for Vic, Vic was hot for Lucy; it was meant to be, right?

As he watched, Lucy came down from her cloud and opened her eyes to gaze at Vic. He took that as the sign for what the guys at work would call Phase Two. He shed the shirt hanging from the arm that had been driving Lucy to orgasm, leaving him totally naked, then moved onto the bed, sitting back on his haunches. He reached under Lucy's raised knees, grasped her at the fronts of her thighs, and pulled her back until her sopping wet pussy made contact with his solid erection.

"I can't get you pregnant," he assured her, knowing that if she was sexually active and not already protected, that would be her first thought. Or, would her first thought be, "And I'm clean, too, so ... no worries there."

He almost asked her if she was disease free, too, but at this point what was the point. He had no condoms in the house. He had, many many years ago when he and Lori had experimented with anal intercourse, only to have her say with emphasis, Not ever again. And he somehow doubted that Lucy was carrying a string of them in her little purse for her mother or father to discover when they spied on her, as Vic assumed he would one day be doing to his own kids -- for their protection, of course.

So, he said Fuck it and began rubbing his erection against Lucy's wet folds, giving her a sly smirk as she watched. Vic was a bit bigger than the average man, or so the men's magazines said. Curious, he'd bought one of those cloth sewing tape measures and measured his length and girth, finding out that amongst men who had been measured by others -- and not those just wishing they were huge -- he was in the top ten percent for the first and top five percent for the second. It sort of explained why he hadn't been able to even get inside Lori the first time they'd tried to fuck oh so many years ago.

Vic looked down to Lucy, splayed out below him, and asked with the confidence that came from knowing you were endowed, physically fit, and desired, "Are you ready for this...? No second thoughts?"

 

[heartofcourage]

She was dead. That’s what Lucy figured as she lay twitching on the bed of the most handsome man in the world. Slowly opening her eyes, she turned her gaze toward Vic as she panted to gain her breath once more. Had he really just finger fucked her to an explosive orgasm? Was she dreaming?

She let out a moan as he pulled his shirt off and pulled her towards his naked cock. His hands were warm, spanning across her thighs as the blunt tip of his cock nudged against her sopping wet pussy. He explained that he couldn’t get her pregnant and he was clean. Of course he was. Why would she think otherwise…?

“I’m on the pill.” She muttered, gasping as he started to rub his hard shaft against her wet folds, grinning down at her like a shark ready to devour a delicious meal.

Her brow crinkled at the feel of his cock. Lifting her head off the bed, she gasped as she caught sight of the absolute monster that was about to enter her body. Holy shit, he was big! Was he going to fit? Did it really matter? She had taken a thick cock before, but that one was dwarfed by the beast that was about to make her dreams come true.

Then he spoke again, asking if she were ready or had second thoughts. “You’re about to fuck me in the bed that you share with your wife, as she’s on the way home, and you want to ask me about second thoughts?”

She laughed softly, a grin splitting her lips as she let her thighs splay a bit wider, showing him that she wasn’t going anywhere. “If you don’t fuck me in two seconds, I’m not responsible for what I’ll do next. You might be the one crying for mercy, Vic.”

She was lying of course. Only one time in her life had she been the initiator when it came to sex and it had ended in an utter failure. Her boyfriend had cum before she’d even got his cock into her pussy, leaving her with a mess to clean from her prom dress before her mom found out.

 

[TellMeATale2013]

"Two seconds it is," Vic said, pulling his hips back to drop the head of his dick at the entrance to her pussy. He looked down, watching as he pressed into her. He'd always loved this position, his butt on his haunches, knees under his lover's thighs, her legs splayed out and wrapping around him. It allowed him to see all and control all, and if there was one thing Vic liked, it was watching his dick penetrate a woman and make her writhe in pleasure.

Lucy was tight, despite the foreplay that had already pushed her to one orgasm. He was hesitant to force himself into her, but remembering her words about his wife's imminent return spurred him onward. He pushed a bit harder, feeling her opening to him. Suddenly, the gates open, and he drove about a third of his length into her, groaned with pleasure, hesitated, drove another third into her, groaned even louder, then pushed until his groin was firmly against her pussy and his dick was, as they would say in the dirty books, hitting bottom.

He just sat there for a long moment, head back, eyes closed, in total disbelief of what he was doing -- and of how fucking good it felt. He was fucking another woman! A teenager for Christ's sake! His kids' ... fucking ... baby sitter.

And while his mind was so absolutely totally flooded with surprise that this was happening, there wasn't a smidgeon of regret to be found! This was right. This was so right! Vic needed this, and Lucy certain had wanted this. Vic was a sexual creature, a man who worked out every day and participate in public sporting events where he knew women would be ogling his sculpted, near perfect form.

And after these events? What happened then? After all his hard work at keeping his body in top shape, did his diet pill popping, bottle blond wife jump his bones even before the sweat had dried upon his tanned skin. Fuck no! She patted him on the back, kissed his cheek, congratulated him on his performance, then headed off for a book club or a sewing bee or what ever else she thought was more important that keeping her horny husband happy and satisfied.

When he opened his eyes and looked down at Lucy, he was simply overwhelmed with the thought that this woman -- this girl -- had wanted him so badly for so long ... and it had taken catching her fingering her own pussy on his bed for him to even take notice of her.

You're such an idiot, Vic...

 

[heartofcourage]

Lucy gasped as he started to press that monster into her tight passage. Her fingers were once again clenching in the sheets, tugging at them as he thrust against her. She moaned, whimpering as her wet folds slowly opened to accommodate him.

“Oh fuck!” She moaned as he drove a third of himself into her. Another groan was drawn from her lips as he pressed forward again until she was finally speared on his thick girth.

Never in her innocent dreaming did she think that being spread wide on Vic’s thick cock would be this good. She had never been stretched so by a man in her life and she knew that from this moment onward, she was well and truly addicted.

The way he looked down at their joined bodies spoke volumes. He was a man that wanted sex, needed to be fucked, and it was obvious he wasn’t getting it from his wife. Lucy grinned as his eyes slowly trailed up to hers and she clenched her muscles hard around his invading shaft.

“Are you just going to stare?” She asked him in an innocent voice, her thick lashes batting at him as she heard a rumbling growl start in his chest. “Cause I can tell you that this feels so much better when a man moves…”

She had always had a playful side, one that loved to tease and laugh. It felt so right to do that with Vic. He wanted her, her needed her, and the very thought made her feel bold. This was all new territory for her. She’d never had a man so big, so handsome…not to mention married.

“You are so incredibly handsome, Vic.” She whimpered, her eyes tracing down his fit body. “So fucking handsome.”

 

[TellMeATale2013]

“Are you just going to stare?” Lucy asked in an almost taunting tone. “Cause I can tell you that this feels so much better when a man moves…”

Vic smiled broadly, then scooted on his knees a bit closer to her, grasping her legs tightly in a way that he knew would give him total control over her movements.

He began slowly stroking his entire length in and out of her, testing her for that point at which the inward pressure of her tightness would cause her to pop right off the end of his too-removed dick.

“You are so incredibly handsome, Vic,” she whimpered, gazing at his working body. “So fucking handsome.”

As he sped his thrusts into her being careful not to pull out too far, he returned the compliment, "You're the sexiest woman I've ever fucked. I mean that, Lucy. The sexiest."

Looking down upon this teen overwhelmed Vic with passion, and being overwhelmed only meant one thing to him. He quickened and intensified his pounding against her; he wanted to cum in her, to feel the euphoria of exploding inside a girl whose pussy shouldn't have been wrapped around his dick in the first place.

Deep down in his subconscious, Vic still didn't believe this was happening, despite the pleasure so rapidly building in his groin and threatening to erupt and spread through out his entire being. Am I really doing this...? was the thought that came to him again and again and he slammed, slammed, slammed his dick deep inside her.

Suddenly he was aware of how much noise they were making, and he looked toward the bedroom door again as if expecting to find his children standing there, wondering what Daddy was doing to the baby sitter.

But it was too late to do anything about it; Vic was there. With a final slam of his groin again Lucy's thighs and buttocks, he rammed his dick deep inside or her and...

"Gawwwwwwwwd..." he grunted as his cock lurched, again and again. the climax affected his entire body, sending a shiver up his spine, covering his skin with goosebumps, swamping his mind with pleasure that made it almost impossible to perceive his surroundings...

He didn't know how long he'd simply been tall on his knees, grasping her pussy to his groin, head back, mouth open gasping for air. When the last little twitch in his cock was surely gone, he slumped forward and laid upon Lucy's body, supporting his weight on his elbows as he simply pressed his forehead against her breast and finished his exclamation in a groaning whisper, ...all fucking mighty."

 

[heartofcourage]

The smile that Vic gave her as he scooted closer to her body made her heart melt. He was so handsome…and his wife didn’t see that or didn’t care. That was a real shame, Lucy thought as he pulled her legs tightly to him so she couldn’t move. The moment he started to slowly stoke his length in and our of her, she swore that she lost her mind.

“Oh, Vic.” She whimpered, a shiver racing up her spine as the man of her dreams gave her just what she wanted.

This was a man who knew about sex. He obviously took great pride in giving a woman pleasure and it was turning Lucy’s world upside down. He thrust into her, his speed increasing until she was squirming and moving beneath him. The quick pounding was amazing, the way his cock stretched and worked her body was glorious, and the way that he seemed driven to cum in her body was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen in her life.

Soon his thrusts were fast and furious, the bed rocking beneath them as he grunted and groaned above her. To her credit, she whimpered and moan along with him, her hands jerking and pulling at the sheets as she struggled to keep herself sane.

“Yes, yes, YES!” She cried out, cumming again just as he slammed his groin against her thighs and bottom, his dick swelling and pouring his scorching seed deep inside of her young body.

The man was glorious even when he came. His muscles bunched and tensed, showing off his body in great detail. Dear…God…she thought to herself as he slumped forward and lay his weight on her body, supporting himself on his elbow as he pressed his forehead against her breasts, a final gasping whimper escaping his lips.

“That…was amazing.” Lucy purred, her hands finally daring to stroke down the length of his back as she felt his cock starting to soften.

It was then that she heard the sounds of the front door opening. “Honey, I’m home!” Came a call from the front foyer, followed by the sounds of Mrs. Yarbrough walking into the living room. “Lucy? Where are you two?”

Lucy met Vic’s gaze and she gave him a little smile. “Go and distract her. I’ll take care of things up here.” She whispered, her head leaning forward to kiss him one last time before they parted.

 

[TellMeATale2013]

Vic didn't hear the door or his wife's call for him, despite the bedroom door being wide open. The blood coursing through his body was obscuring his hearing as he felt the beat, beat, beat in his skull.

“Lucy? Where are you two?”

That he heard though, causing his heart to leap in his chest in a way he hadn't expected. He was up and off Lucy in a flash, his dick making a plop sound as it escaped her. Fuck, fuck, fuck was the only thing going through his head as he looked down at the naked girl sweating all over his wife's mussed bed.

And yet Lucy just looked up at him with a little smile and said, “Go and distract her. I’ll take care of things up here.”

Vic started to run for the door, then remembered his clothes were scattered all over the room. Then, he remembered This is my fucking room! I can scatter them if I want. He still didn't like the look of it, though: it looked exactly like it was, a man stripping in excitement to fuck his babysitter.

He gathered his things quickly, even as Lucy was saying, "Go! Go!"

He hesitated, arms full of the elements of his work suit, and asked in a growling whisper, "Go where?"

He knew where, of course: to intercept his wife. He threw his clothes into a heap near his dresser -- something he'd done in the past but never with a dry clean only suit -- pulled a pair of exercise shorts and a muscle shirt out of a drawer, and dawned them quickly.

He was about to head out of the door when he looked back to the bed and grimaced. Not only were the blankets and sheet pulled this way and that, the sure sign of something that shouldn't have taken place; but there was also a large black stain near the end where Lucy's discharge -- and probably his -- had wet the bedding, and above that was more evidence where their sweaty bodies had done a number on the elegant cloth.

All Vic could do was waggle a finger at the bed before he checked the hallway outside and sprinted away. Down stairs, he turned a corner, and hurried into the little exercise room they'd built out of the big home's fifth and as of yet unused bedroom.

"In here, honey," he called out. "Will you bring me a water? I'm dying."

He clanged some weights together, making sure that Lori understood where he was, then dropped onto the elevated seat of the bench press machine and waited, hoping.

A moment later, Lori turned the corner with a harsh expression, saying, "You're going to wake the kids."

He reached out for the water, saying only, "Sorry."

She stepped forward, gave him the water, and turned to leave, asking "Where in the world is Lucy?"

"Lucy who?" Vic asked, then feigning recognition said, "Oh! The sitter. She's upstairs. I spilled a glass of my protein shake on the bed, and she was good enough to offer to strip it ... remake it for us tonight."

She shot him a knowing look that said 'For us tonight' does not mean you're getting laid. And then, she was gone.

Vic considered calling after her again, delaying her. But in all honesty, Lucy had seemed to be more calm about this that he had, so maybe it was just better for him to leave the cover story to the teenager.

He laid back for a moment, then -- feeling oddly down below -- looked to his groin. The post ejaculation drippage of his semen, as well as the covering of Lucy's fluids that had been all over him had darkened the light grey, cotton shorts in a way that could only have been interpreted one way. He laughed, thinking Lori saw that ... she's on her way to Lucy ... and I'm dead.

 

[heartofcourage]

Lucy was quick out of the bed as Vic hurried from the room dressed in workout clothing. She quickly pulled on her own clothing, making sure her hair wasn’t too mussed as she yanked the sheets off the bed and threw them to the floor. She was just remaking the bed when Mrs. Yarbrough walked in, looking at the clean sheets with a bit of a sneer.

“Hi, Mrs. Yarbrough.” Lucy said cheerfully, grinning at the woman that had hired her to take care of her children…not fuck her husband.

“Hello, Lucy.” Lori said with a tired sigh as her eyes followed the teenager while she picked up the sheets from the floor. “How did tonight go?”

“It was good. Mickey and Tommy finished their homework and Mary was an absolute joy. She wanted to play princess all night and of course her brothers weren’t interested at all.” Lucy said with a smile, glancing down at the sheets in her arms as Lori’s eyes strayed to them.

“Oh, Mr. Yarbrough was getting ready for a work out and spilled his drink. I told him I would take care of it so he could go on and get a work out in.” She said with a shrug and it seemed that Lori actually believed her. “I think he said the dog was underfoot and he tripped.”

“That damn dog. I told Vic to get rid of it last week!” Lori said, the subject changed as she walked towards the dresser to take off her expensive jewelry. “You wouldn’t happen to want a dog, would you?”

Lucy had never hated a woman more than she hated Lori right in that moment. The old yellow lab named Rags was Tommy’s best friend and the little boy would be heartbroken if he were forced to part with him. In fact, Rags was probably sound asleep on the foot of Tommy’s bed right then if she knew any better.

“Not at the moment, but I can keep my ears out for someone that might.” Lucy said, turning from the room to escape downstairs into the laundry room.

Hearing the clanking of weights in the workout room, she poked her head in and winked at Vic. “You tripped over the dog. Made a mess…” She whispered, letting him know the story. “And don’t you dare let her get rid of that dog.”

 

[TellMeATale2013]

Vic had an oblivious expression on his face as Lucy left. "Dog...? Where's the dog going?"

He watched her head down the hall, staring at the beautiful ass. My god, what have you done, man?

He had changed into another set of exercise shorts after Lori's departure, picking a pair out of the dirty laundry basket as close to appearance at the stained pair. Now, with hope rising that they'd gotten away with this, he laid back in the seat and remembered it all ... every dirty, nasty detail.

And he smiled ... and was still smiling when he heard Lori say in a chastising tone, "My god, Victor ... really?"

He looked up quickly to find her glancing over her shoulder at the teenager standing in the laundry room at the end of the hall, then turned back to her husband, and growled, "You should be ashamed of yourself. She's eighteen!"

"What...? What? What'd I do?"

Lori gestured toward his groin, where a major hard-on was in the process of coming to fruition. "She's just a baby. Get your mind out of the gutter ... and don't let her see you like that."

Lori turned and disappeared from view, and when Vic sat up, hiding his erection below a towel, Lucy was gone from view, too. He was still in panic mode, though he was pretty sure that for now, he and Lucy were undiscovered.

 

[heartofcourage]

“Alright, Mrs. Yarbrough, I got the laundry in and going.” Lucy announced, moving into the kitchen to find Lori both angry and frantic about something. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine.’ Lori said in that tight voice that told her that everything wasn’t alright. “Just…my husband…”

Lucy gave her a sympathetic smile, while thinking that all of her problems would be solved if she would just FUCK her husband. Victor was a passionate man who had needs and it was very clear that he loved his wife and expected more from her.

“Are you still worried about the sheets? I’m pretty sure it will all come out.” Lucy feigned innocence, smiling at Lori as she moved to gather her purse and things from the kitchen counter.

“I made the boy’s lunches alright. They’re in the fridge. I used those recipes that you had on the counter. I hope they’re alright.” Little was she going to tell Lori about the candy that she’d snuck into the Spider Man lunch boxes.

Tommy and Mickey had both pinkie swore with her that they wouldn’t tell their mother about the little treats she was sneaking them. Mary was still much too young to understand, but when the time came, if she were still around she would do the same with the little girl.

“Oh, and I have Friday free. I checked my schedule and I have an SAT prep class on Saturday, but I should be able to watch the kids Friday night. Another girl’s night out?” She asked as Lori glanced towards the doorway where her husband was sitting and then back to Lucy.

“A friend of mine is getting married again and we’re taking her out on the town.” Lori answered shortly, not even bothering to explain where Victor would be.

“Well, I’ll be here at 5, like always. Have a good night, Mrs. Yarbrough!” Lucy said cheerfully as she practically skipped out of the house, grinning like a fool at the sore feeling between her thighs and the gentle drip that soon followed.

 

[TellMeATale2013]

Vic thought he had waited long enough for Lori to fall asleep -- finishing an abbreviated work out and showering slow -- but when he got to his side of the bed, she rolled to face him, glanced at his groin, and rolled her eyes.

"Don't think for a moment that you're sticking that thing in me," she said, rolling away from him and turning off her light as she finished, "while you're mind is on that little girl. You should be ashamed."

Vic's mouth dropped open in surprise. "What the hell does that mean?"

When she didn't answer, he glanced down at his groin to find his semi-hardened penis was sticking out of the fly of his boxers. He laughed, embarrassed, and dropped onto the bed, laying a hand upon her hip. "C'mon, babe! You aren't serious. She's a girl! I didn't even look at her. Hell, I didn't even know what her name was until you told me."

"Get off me," she growled, pushing his hand off her hip. As he laughed, trying his best to lighten the mood, she said, "She's everything you dirty old bastards want in a play thing ... then you come home to your wives and..."

He heard that last statement of hers, and Vic began to realize that there was more to "There's something more to this than you thinking I was eyeballing the baby sitter."

A long moment of silenced passed before Lori said with great hurt, "Gwen Hampton's husband is fucking his secretary. His shapely, sexy, twenty three year old secretary."

Vic should have reacted with sorrow, if not for Gwen Hampton -- who he barely knew -- then at least for his wife, who was feeling bad not only for a friend but for a fellow wife about to lose her husband to some tight bodied, thigh parting sex machine.

But instead, Vic gritted his teeth and gently pumped his fist before him, thinking, It's NOT about me ... and NOT about me and Lucy ... and NOT something I need to fucking worry about.

He patted his wife's hip again, feigned his condolences for the Hampton's, and pulled the covers over him, to stare at the ceiling and remember every little moment of that unbelievable encounter with his own tight bodied, thigh parting sex machine.

A smile spread on his face as he said, "I have a training event at the gym on Friday. Don't suppose you can arrange a baby sitter...?"