Author's note: this story was originally posted as "Mandy's Sexcapde: The Hot Babysitter". Due to overwhelming positive feedback, I've decided to make "The Hot Babysitter" into its own series, which will run concurrently to the "Sharing My Wife Amanda" storyline.
Thank you for taking the time to read my works! -Syzoth
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This particular story follows "Sharing My Wife Amanda Chapter 13".
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The weeks that followed the birth of our son James were the happiest of our lives.
Of course, there were days of hopelessness and despair. My beautiful wife Amanda and I were first-time parents, and neither of us had really been around babies before. Sure, we had attended classes and sought advice from family members and friends, but, suffice to say, we learned through trial and error.
Parenthood was the most difficult thing we had ever encountered, but Amanda and I
wanted
to be parents. We had hoped from the onset of our marriage to one day be surround by children and grandchildren, and, if we were fortunate enough, greatgrandchildren. Amanda was so loving and maternal that I knew motherhood would suite her perfectly.
But the 1
st
night in the hospital with our son was downright frightening. We were SO exhausted after a 12 hour marathon labor, and Amanda subsequently had difficulty getting James to latch onto her nipple to feed him. He was wailing nonstop, which frayed our nerves and made us feel like complete parental failures.
By the 2
nd
night, Amanda had mastered the art of breastfeeding and calmed James down almost completely.
By the 3
rd
night, we were already home, and my wife had achieved a comfort level so quickly that it seemed as though she had given birth to a dozen babies before!
There was a definite change in Amanda after James was born. How couldn't there be? She had many interests in life, was dedicated career woman, and was an affectionate lover to a myriad of people outside of our open marriage. But some of that changed when my wife held our son in the delivery room for the first time.
In the weeks subsequent to James' birth, Amanda and I still suffered sleepless nights and moments of frustration but, all in all, we savored these moments because we were finally parents, and everything felt so right. We also possessed enough insight to realize that, despite the newness of parenthood, the passage of time was unstoppable, and our baby boy would be a grown man in the blink of an eye.
I fiercely treasured this time with my family.
That's why it was soul-crushing when the alarm clock rang.
I quickly shut it off then glanced over at Amanda. Fortunately, her chest rhythmically rose and fell as she continued to sleep peacefully. She looked so beautiful that my heart ached. I felt the heat emanating from her body, and felt so warm and unbelievably comfortable next to her that I didn't want to move. But I had a responsibility to my family, so I leaned over and planted a soft kiss on her forehead before reluctantly rolling out of bed.
My paternity leave was over and today was my first day back to work.
I stumbled groggily into the bathroom to wash up. From there, I padded with slumped shoulders into the walk-in closet and stood before a rack of suits. After rummaging through it and randomly choosing something to wear, I robotically dressed myself. I had been dreading this day, and was in no hurry to leave my wife and son.
I was still adjusting the tie around my neck when I stepped into the kitchen, and was surprised to find Amanda seated at the breakfast table. There a plate of food and a steaming cup of coffee set before an empty chair next to her. She looked groggy, but immediately perked up when I entered.
"Hey, babe," my wife greeted me with a smile that was brighter than the rising sun. She stood up and kissed me.
"What are you doing up? Go back to bed, silly."
"I will. I just wanted to make you breakfast and see you off to work." Amanda tightened my tie. "You look
very
handsome." She gestured toward the refrigerator. "I also packed you a lunch, it's in there."
I sighed. My wife was too good for me, and I felt, yet again, as though I didn't deserve her.
"Thank you, Mandy. You're the best." I touched my forehead to hers, our personal sign of affection that we had been doing since our first date. "I don't want to go," I pouted softly. "I want to stay home with you and James."
She gave me a crooked smile and slowly backed away while pulling my tie. Easing herself into the chair, she started to unzip my pants. We were having sex less frequently now, but it wasn't due to lack of desire on my part. I wanted Amanda as badly as ever, and this was a VERY pleasant surprise.
Her actions made me stiff in the pants, but I hesitated. Amanda's body was still recovering from giving birth, and I could perceive that she was constantly exhausted. As a result, I never wanted to make her feel obligated even though I sorely craved intimacy.
"What are you doing?" I demanded in a hushed tone. James was asleep in his crib on the other side of the house, but I was still fearful to wake him.
Amanda's playful eyes were locked on mine as she fished my erection from my slacks and stroked it lovingly. "You've given me everything a girl could ever dream of... a wonderful marriage... the opportunity to play with other people [refers to "Sharing My Wife Amanda Chapters 1-13"]... and a beautiful son. Now I'm going to give you an incentive to hurry home."
She opened her mouth and swallowed me.
It figured that my wife could make an ordinary day into the extraordinary!
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Months passed, and James grew before our very eyes. My wife and I loved each other more and anything, but caring for our son evolved our definition of love and responsibility. James was the focus of our lives. Being a father taught me valuable lessons in life, and brought Amanda and I even closer together, which I wouldn't have deemed possible not that long ago. Fatherhood made me a better husband and, I like to think, a better man, too.
Amanda continued her maternity leave after I returned to work, and effortlessly settled into her own routine. She was constantly taking James out to expose him to the world. But equally as important, my wife was now finally taking time to pursue her own interests again. She returned to the gym regularly and began running once more, leaving James with her parents who doted on him outrageously. After only a few weeks of vigorously working out, Amanda was able to shed the post-pregnancy weight that she had gained. Her arms and legs had that runner's toned sleekness about them again, and the sexy, familiar 6-pack that had always turn me on so immensely returned.
Amanda, who had never stopped being the physical embodiment of beauty to me, appeared as though she had never even given birth.
But time, as stated, stands still for no one, and Amanda soon found herself ready to return to work, just as I had done months earlier. Although she loved being a mother more than anything, I could tell that she was anxious to get back to the grind. Amanda was, and always would be, dedicated to her career. And she enjoyed the company of her coworkers.
Sometimes, too much.
Amanda and her immediate supervisor Glenn, who was married and had a daughter older than my wife, had sustained a scorching affair with my blessing [Sharing My Wife Amanda Chapter 2]. He had been present for our final gangbang before Amanda gave birth, but stormed out when he discovered that she had a secret affair with her own subordinate [Chapters 11 to 13]... a subordinate whom our son was named after!
Luckily, Amanda had managed to smooth things out with Glenn. In fact, he had recently announced his retirement, and there was a strong sentiment that she'd eventually be promoted to his position. So Amanda had incentive to end her maternity leave a little earlier than she would've liked.
And, perhaps, she missed Glenn, too.
Amanda and I began looking for childcare before she was scheduled to return to work. It was a much more harrowing experience than either of us were anticipating. At our wits' end after a lengthy search, we decided to call a woman by the name of Piper, whom Christiana, one of Amanda's girlfriends, had referred to us. Piper had babysat Christiana's 2 young twins for years, and came with a glowing recommendation.
"Don't forget, we're interviewing Piper this afternoon," my wife reminded one Friday morning as I rushed to get ready for work. James was sleeping in her arms.
I swore. I had, in fact, totally forgotten. Juggling marriage and fatherhood with a job was more complicated than I would've ever imagined. However, Amanda wasn't pleased as I stammered a response, telling her that I'd try my best to make it home on time. Even worse, my promises were for naught as, later in the day, I found myself lagging behind and still at work 10 minutes before we were scheduled to interview Piper.
I immediately texted my wife to let her know that I was going to be late. Somewhat to my surprise, she responded calmly, telling me to take my time and informing me that she could conduct the interview on her own. Buoyed by the fact that Piper came highly recommended from Amanda's girlfriend, she felt comfortable allowing a stranger into our home.
Besides, when it came to our son's care, it was a given that Amanda would have the final say, anyway!
I arrived home from work about 2 hours later than usual, and it was already dark. I immediately kissed my wife and held my son.
"Long day?" Amanda asked me sympathetically.
"
Very
long day. How'd it go with the prospective babysitter?"
She suddenly grinned, and there was something behind her cunning expression that I couldn't quite place my finger on. "I like her," my wife informed me confidently. "Piper seems like she's got a good head on her shoulders, and Chrissy can't stop raving about her. And James seems to like her, too! He didn't fuss when Piper held him, and he was even smiling!"
Those were definitely positives.
Amanda continued, "Piper agreed to do a trial run with us this coming Monday. If things go well, she can start the following week."
We looked at each other gravely. The idea of leaving James in the care of a complete stranger, even if was someone who came highly recommended by Amanda's close friend and had multiple references, still made us uneasy. But, this was the reality for two working parents.
