"I need you to pick up Kat on your way tonight. I don't have time."
Confusing emotions flooded through me when I read the text from my wife asking me to pick up the babysitter on my way home from work. Due to the fevers and colds spreading from one kid to another it had been weeks since our last date night, meaning it had been weeks since I last saw Kat. I had dropped her off that night, my cum still dripping down her thighs and my cock soaked in hers.
The weeks since had been full of guilt and shame, combined with jacking off furiously to the pictures she sent every day. The first couple of days they had shown her scooping my cum out of her swollen reddened pussy and lifting it to her mouth. Since then had been day after day of sexy pictures and messages, begging me to claim her again and again, telling me how empty she felt without Daddy's cock stuffed inside her. Each time I came all over myself I was again filled with shame, but I couldn't stop. I was addicted to her.
My wife continued to unknowingly make things worse for me. She would dress like Kat and tease me mercilessly, practically telling me to imagine fucking our babysitter as she rode me, or bending over with her ass in the air. She must have enjoyed the way I seemed to lose control whenever she did and pounded her harder than I had since we were first dating. But it fueled my shame just as much as my lust.
I started time and again to tell my wife that we should find another babysitter, but of course this would require admitting my unfaithful behavior. Kat after all had been an ideal babysitter, and the kids loved her. There was no reason to stop using her other than the other ways I hungered to use her. So time went by and I continued to pretend nothing had happened. Maybe I should tell my wife, but no matter my feelings for Kat I still loved my wife. And I hated to think of the pain in her eyes when I revealed that I had cheated.
All of these thoughts crossed my mind again as I left work and headed toward her apartment, trying to keep my cock from bursting through my pants. By the time I pulled up in front of her apartment and made my way up the walk to her door however, it was still throbbing and tenting my pants. I hesitated, trying vainly one last time to get my cock to soften. The fact was, I all too aware that I was about to be alone in the same room as Kat, the deliciously submissive girl that for some reason chose me to be her Daddy, the one she submitted to, the one she gave everything to, despite the fact that I could not give her everything she deserved. Knowing I was about to be alone with a girl whose need for me was only matched by my hunger for her, my cock was insistently remaining as thick and hard as it had ever been. .
"KNOCK, KNOCK"
I knocked firmly, the sound echoing in the entrance way, but almost drowned out by the thumping of my heart filling my ears. I heard her footsteps approaching and she opened the door, smiling brightly at the sight of me on the doorstep. My eyes were immediately drawn to her nipples poking out of her thin tank top. "Daddy!" she squealed. "I didn't know you were coming to get me! I'm almost ready just give me two seconds." With that she turned and ran towards her bedroom, her ass swaying in a pair of shorts that were barely more than panties.
My cock seemed to twitch with each step as I watched her go and I half considered using her bathroom to jerk one off, hoping it might relieve a bit of the pressure that seemed unlikely to ever diminish. Before I could come to a decision however she was heading back down the hallway towards me, now wearing tight jeans and a red flannel shirt that was completely unbuttoned, and her unsupported breasts bouncing under the tank top she still wore underneath. Her nipples seemed even harder, poking through the thin fabric, begging for my touch. I'm sure she planned on buttoning the plaid shirt when we got to the house, but her playful grin told me she wanted to tease me as much as possible until then.
Dropping her back she jumped into my arms, crushing her breasts against my chest and kissing me deeply. "I missed you Daddy," she said softly, clutching at me as I stood still in her entranceway, emotions continuing to war in my head and heart. Unbidden, but inevitably, my hands found her ass, squeezing firmly as I returned her kiss hungrily.
"I missed you too baby girl." I said, knowing that no matter how much I shouldn't, it was completely true. "We should get going." I told her, setting her down on the ground and reaching down to grab her bag.
"Awe are you sure Daddy?" she pouted, her lips pulled into an exaggerated frown. "Wouldn't you rather stay here for a few minutes?" Her hand found the front of my slacks and rubbed along my aching cock trapped within. "I missed your big Daddy cock so much and now it's finally here." She looked up at me, her eyes full of mischief as she rubbed my shaft.
Shaking my head to clear it I pulled away and said, "Yes I'm sure. They're waiting for us to get home." And with that I turned around and headed out towards the car. Behind me I heard a quiet giggle and a whisper.