The Hot Babysitter Ch 03 Blinded By Love

Author's note: This series runs parallel to the "Sharing My Wife Amanda" storyline.

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Piper snuggled against my chest.

My right arm was draped around the beautiful 19 year old as we sat on the living room sofa watching television. I paid scant attention to the screen as I nuzzled the soft blonde hair of my young love. Her sweet scent made my heart to beat faster, and I was tempted to make love to her again.

It would've been my second time having sex with her today.

But the petite girl was totally engrossed in the movie that was streaming on the television, periodically stuffing popcorn into her mouth from the large bowl clutched in her free arm. Her expression was intent and serious, making her appear even more adorably girlish than usual. Her youthful beauty caused a stirring between my legs.

"Pass the popcorn, please," my wife Amanda requested from across my body to our babysitter.

Amanda's head lay on my opposite shoulder. Whereas the slender blonde felt like a twig, in contrast my wife's toned and voluptuous figure was like a block of granite, chiseled from an extremely healthy and active lifestyle; she was a workout fanatic, and looked and felt like one!

Piper thrusted the bowl of popcorn towards her, and Amanda reached over me to grab a handful. I was comfortably sandwiched between these 2 gorgeous women-- easiest that hottest females I had ever laid eyes on-- and their bodies felt so warm and perfect against mine. A thick cotton blanket was strewn over us, trapping our body heat, and I realized somewhat plaintively that I would never feel this cozy ever again.

My penis had stiffened into a full erection and throbbed painfully. I subtly shifted under the blanket to relieve the pressure.

My wife, however, knew me too well and sensed what was happening. She was well aware of the effect that she--and Piper-- had on me. Her eyes never left the television screen as her left arm innocuously slipped beneath the blanket. My heart rate quickened and as Amanda's fingers slithered beneath the waistband of my pants and underwear, wrapping around my needy cock and giving it a firm jerk. Grinning inwardly yet trying to remain calm, I covered Amanda's hand with mine and guided her movements along my penile length.

I remained motionless so Piper wouldn't be alerted to the games that my wife and I were playing beneath the blanket, but still had to bite my lip from moaning. As Amanda coolly masturbated me, her expression never changed and her eyes stayed innocently fixed on the television.

Suddenly, I felt movement on my right side. Piper was still laying on my chest, but now I felt

her

hand snaking onto my thigh. It lingered there for a moment before she began stroking the inner portion delicately. The girl didn't realize that her hand was in close proximity to Amanda's, and they were unknowingly inducing a VERY wonderful reaction from me.

Piper lifted her hand and began moving it towards my cock when she unexpectedly bumped into Amanda's hand. Both girls started, stopped what they were doing (much to my chagrin!), and regarded each other across my body.

Then they burst out laughing.

"Great minds think alike," Amanda told our babysitter dryly.

They eventually stopped laughing, and gazed each other. Then, casting my wife a smoldering look that actually made me a bit jealous, Piper leaned over me. In response, Amanda loomed towards her, and their lips met as they kissed directly in front of me, just inches before my face.

The smacking of their lips as the girls devoured each other was loud and passionate, and absolutely arousing to me.

"Fuck, you girls are so hot," I muttered coarsely, enthralled by the scene that was infinitely more interesting and arousing compared to what was streaming on the television.

Piper and Amanda disengaged from each other then turned to stare at me, mirroring the same lustful expression that I was giving them. Piper kissed me first, and I tasted my wife's sweet essence on her mouth. And when the young girl pulled away, Amanda immediately filled her spot. As usual, I was diamond-hard in the presence of these two beautiful angels, and I reached between my legs to rub myself. Together, the girls quickly yanked my pants and underwear down to my ankles, a prelude that was as erotic as what I knew was sure to follow.

Piper lay her head on my belly and coolly sucked my cock into her mouth.

As I groaned in pleasure, Amanda pouted in mock jealousy. "No fair!" she whined, trying to keep a straight face. "You already got to suck my husband's cock today. It's my turn!"

Despite the wonderful sensations our young babysitter was bestowing on me, I couldn't help but chuckle. "Ladies, please," I intoned with bravado. "There's enough of me to go around."

Amanda giggled and kissed me again.

God, I don't deserve her

. It was something that I told myself every time I looked at my wife. Amanda, along with our son James, was the center of my universe. I adored the ground that she walked on and I loved her more than life itself.

But my feelings for Piper, who was currently slurping my erection, had grown and evolved over time, too. It was my wife who had brought us together in the first place ["Sharing My Wife Amanda Chapter 14"], and it was only with Amanda's blessing that we were able to enjoy a torrid, illicit romance for almost a year. However, the turning point occurred recently, during our vacation in Hawaii when Piper and I were finally able to profess our true feelings for each other ["Hot Babysitter Chapter 2"]. The depths of my affection for Piper paled in comparison to the unbreakable bond I shared with my wife, but the feelings I harbored for the young girl were strong and genuine.

I was truly in love with Piper.

"Time to share, Piper," Amanda informed her partner in crime. She nudged my paramour aside and yanked my cock from her grasp before stuffing it in her mouth. As an explosive breath escaped my lips, Piper politely brushed Amanda's hair aside and pinned it behind an ear to clear her face. Then, with a naughty grin that make my blood rush, the young girl twisted her head further down and ingested my balls even as my wife's skull bobbed on my cock.

I threw my head back and moaned to whatever higher power smiled down upon me.

I palmed the back of both girls' heads as they licked and sucked me... guiding them... controlling them... letting them know what I wanted and how I wanted it. They enthusiastically alternated between my penis and scrotum; I suspiciously wondered if there was an unspoken competition between them as the girls seemed to be showing off and trying to prove who was better at giving head!

But oral sex was one of the few times I actually enjoyed giving at much as receiving-- at least, when it pertained to Amanda and Piper-- and my mouth was suddenly watering as I felt ravenous. Allowing my wife to continue sucking my balls, I slid my cock out of our babysitter's mouth and ushered her to her feet. The gorgeous blonde appeared to be vexed at being interrupted, but I pulled her up onto the couch so that her long, gangly legs were planted on either side of me. Piper's confused expression suddenly split into a grin as she ascertained my intention.

I delved into her crotch and began eating her young pussy earnestly.

Piper's loose vagina was already wet and, except for a neatly trimmed brownish tuft of hair that amusingly seemed to be pointing at her clit, totally smooth. Her bodily fluids tasted much thinner than and not nearly as salty as Amanda's, making me curiously wonder if the difference was due to her youth.

Amanda murmured in approval as she observed me and Piper from the corner of her eye. She suddenly switched from nutsack back to my penis, and expertly deepthroated me in one smooth motion. But then my wife quickly swung herself down to the carpet to kneel between my legs, never even coming close to breaking stride as she kept my cock fully rooted in her throat.

Being with the two loves of my life while pleasing and being pleased was a euphoric, heavenly feeling. As our son James slept in his room on the other side of the house, Amanda sucked my cock while I devoured our hot young babysitter's pussy.

"I love you." Piper's soft whisper trickled down to me, and my wife heard it as well; in response, I slipped my tongue in deeper and probed the young girl's body.

Life was good.

******

Life continued to be

very

good during the weeks that followed. Sex among the three of us only got wilder and hotter and, impossibly, better. Prior to our Hawaii trip, Piper would babysit James at our house until Amanda or I arrived home from work. More often than not, I would rush out of work early for a fun romp in the bedroom with Piper before my wife came home.

But now the young girl was lingering much later, returning to her apartment well into the evening only to return early the next day to care for James. It soon got to the point where Piper wasn't even bothering to leave anymore; she had practically moved in with us. Amanda and I organized the guest bedroom for her, but it provided to be a useless gesture.

The young pretty girl spent her nights with us.

Most of the time the three of us would lay in bed together, sometimes having conversations about life, but mainly engaging in sweaty threesomes that we'd often resume in the morning. Piper, despite her relative youth, was extremely perceptive, and always seemed to know when Amanda preferred to be with me or when I wanted to be alone with my wife. During these instances, our hot babysitter would casually excuse herself to the guest bedroom. Conversely, Amanda would sleep with James in his room at least 2 nights out of the week to allow Piper and me to consummate our love in the bed that she rightfully shared with me.

There was no jealousy among us...

...except when the girls would banish

me

from the bedroom to have steamy fun together!

All in all, the months that followed were filled with some of the best sex that we had ever experienced and despite the carnal relationship Amanda and I maintained with our babysitter, our loving marriage was never stronger.

Eventually, however, a sense of misgiving began to weigh on my mind. Piper had fully ingrained herself into the fabric of our life. She was with us constantly and became a literal second to mother to James. Whereas she used to only stay with us during the weekdays then return to her apartment-- to her own life-- on the weekends, the young blonde was now sleeping at our house

every

night.

It wasn't that I wanted Piper to leave or that I was weirded out by the inordinate amount of time she was spending with us; far from it! Amanda and I loved her, both in our own way, and sex with her was still evolving and getting better. But Piper wasn't spending time with her own friends anymore and appeared to have happily relinquished her previous life. She no longer spoke about her hopes and dreams, and it was as if she grown content to babysit James during the day while waiting for Amanda and me to return home

We all enjoyed the sordid arrangement, but in my heart I knew something was wrong.

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The tipping point came one day when Piper and I were strolling through the mall while holding hands. It was clear to everyone around us that we were in an intimate relationship, but with it came shocked, sometimes even angry, looks. I was over twice her age and old enough to be her father, so the disapproving frowns thrown our way was nothing new.

But as I waited outside a clothing store where Piper shopped with my credit card, a woman old enough to be

my

mother stalked towards me with open distaste. "That poor girl is young enough to be your daughter," she sniffed. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

As the old woman walked away while glaring at me, I thought about flagging her down to explain myself to her, to try to convince her that I truly loved Piper and would never let any harm come to the "poor girl". But I experienced a stab in my heart that was much worse than anger.

Guilt.

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"Talk to me, babe. What's wrong?"

Amanda and I were seated across from each other at a nice restaurant. She wore her long silky black hair in a tightly wound bun that showed of her flawless face... her semi almond-shaped brown eyes, her poignant cheekbones, and her adorable freckles. The silvery dress that adorned her rocking body was snug, sleeveless, and strapless with a strategic cutout around the midsection that screamed attention to her rippling 6-pack and smooth lower back. The metallic-looking fabric hugged her incredible ass and receded precariously high up her fabulous runner's legs, which were as toned as her exposed arms and shoulders.

My wife's strikingly fit body was on full display in that dress, as I knew it would be. After all, I had surprised her with it not that long ago ["Mandy's Sexcapade: the Slutty Stranger"].

But for once, my mind wasn't totally focused on her incomparable beauty. "I'm sorry, Mandy. I just... I just have a lot on my mind."

"You're worried about Piper." My wife knew me better than I knew myself.

I looked up in surprise. "How did you know?"

Amanda smiled tenderly. "Because you've had the same gloomy expression for the last 2 weeks and you've been walking on eggshells around her." My eyes widened. "Don't worry, she's too happy and too in love with you to notice. But I do."

"I

am

worried about Piper." I sighed. "Sometimes, I forget that she's just a kid. She should be doing what all 20 years olds do...hanging out with her friends, partying, maybe thinking about going back to school... whatever it is that kids do nowadays."

Amanda grin impishly. "You mean, not hang out with old folks like us?"

She was only teasing, but her words still cut like a knife. At 31 years old, my wife wasn't old by any stretch of the imagination and didn't

look

old, either. But I was considerably older than her.

And Piper.

"That's not what I meant, Mandy."

Her apology was swift since she understood that age was a sensitive topic for me. "I know, babe, and I'm sorry. But you're right about Piper. I think we need to have a talk with her."

The admission surprised me. "You do?"

"Of course." Amanda's expression grew soft. "You're not the only one here who cares about her. But I was hesitant to bring it up because I know you don't want to hurt her... and I know how much you love her."

There was anger in my wife's tone. And why would there be? Despite my genuine affection for Piper, Amanda knew how much I loved

her

, and trusted me just like I trusted her unequivocally when she was with her plethora of lovers [refers to the "Sharing My Wife Amanda" series]. We were so confident in our marriage that we could sleep with, even care for, other people with the knowledge that our devotion to each other would remain absolute. It was a setup that most people would find revolting, but it worked for us and actually strengthened our marriage.

"Mandy, I don't know what I did in previous life to deserve you, but I love you so much." I took her hand, which was resting on the table, and squeezed it hard. We leaned forward and touched our forwards together, which had been our personal sign of affection for years.

"I love you, too, babe." Her encouraging smile was brighter than a thousand suns. "Let's enjoy dinner tonight. Everything's going to be fine, we just need to sit down and have a talk with Piper when the time is right."

When the time is right.

I forced a smile as I felt a sudden sense of foreboding.

The time would never be right to have that conversation with Piper.

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The following Monday dragged as I intended to have "the talk" with Piper after I arrived home from work. Amanda had offered to speak to her instead, and while I was extremely grateful and would've preferred to spare myself the discomfort, I loved Piper and felt that it was my responsibility.

I steeled myself as I entered the house, but Piper pounced on me as soon as I walked in. The tiny girl, literally, leapt into my arms, and it was nearly impossible to speak under her torrential rain of kisses. "Piper, we need to talk," I managed to gasp between breaths.

"Later," she murmured into my lips. "I've been hot for you all day. Make love to me."

I tried to peel the Piper's arms from my neck, but she clung to me tightly as her lust had somehow made her remarkably strong. I tried another approach. "What about James?"

"You

know

I always put him to sleep before you come home, and we

never

wake him."

Her kisses didn't stop as I held her aloft, and my willpower quickly caved in.

"God, Piper, you smell so good... you

feel

so good." I was no longer resisting her advances and was matching her intensity with my own.

Suddenly, the blonde teen wiggled out of my grasp and landed on her feet. She then immediately dropped to her knees and looked up with a wicked grin, and I was already hard before she even finished unbuttoning my pants. "Here's a bit of an appetizer before the main course."

Piper opened her jaws and took me into her mouth.

I should've stopped her before we even got started, but was helpless before her sexual prowess... and like a typical male, I was thinking with the wrong head. I moaned aloud as I experienced sheer ecstasy. After being with me for almost a year, Piper now sucked me almost as expertly as my wife! However, although the need to cum was overpowering, she

did

want me to make love to her...

I pulled my young love to her feet and dragged her into the next room.

She exclaimed, "What are you doing?"

I answered Piper's question by spinning her around, bending her over the dining table, and slamming my wet cock into her pussy. She screamed in delight at my initial intrusion, and her entire shuddered under my loving penetration. Her hips felt tiny in my hands as I clutched them for stability while nailing her from behind; Piper, in the throes of passion, clawed at the tablecloth, spilling all the contents of onto the floor with a loud clatter.

Moments later, I climaxed.

Our lovemaking last only a few short minutes, but we were bathed in sweat and panting hard. I collapsed on top of Piper as we both lay in an exhausted heap on the dining room table. We remained there for a while, content to keep our warms bodies pressed together and enjoy each other's company. But eventually, I scooped the tiny blonde up and carried her to the bedroom, where we held each other wordlessly.

"Piper," I finally began reluctantly, "we really do need to talk."

"Mmm... about what?" she asked dreamily. Her eyes were closed as she nestled against me.

I swallowed hard; there was no easy way to present this. "Maybe we need to take a step back... slow things down a bit."

Her eyes snapped open. "What?"

The hurt in her expression tore at my heart, but this was a discussion that we needed to have. I continued quickly so my young love wouldn't have time to think. "I'm just worried about your well-being, Piper. You're here all the time now. You never go home, you never hang out or even talk to your friends anymore. "

I blurted my thoughts without thinking and immediately regretted my choice of words when Piper's lower lip began to quiver. "What are you saying... that you don't want me here anymore? That-- that you don't...

love

me anymore?" Her voice raised several octaves, and tears started to flow.

"No, of course not, Piper! I love you! I will always love you! But you're just a kid, and I'm a married man who's enough to be your father, and--"

"Haven't we been through this a thousand times already?" She exploded through sobs. "I know I'm just a secret that you have to hide. And I know you love your wife... I'm not trying to replace her!

"