My wife, Samantha, is the jealous type. A little crazy, she's often concerned that I am cheating on her with co-workers, friends, customers, and such. She has often told me that if I ever cheat, she's gone. It's led to alot of arguments. Alot. My wife is beautiful and we have a very good life together. The sex is great, I'm happy. I would never cheat on my wife, or so I thought.
A couple of weeks ago, our sitter, Rachel, was at our house at the end of the workday. Rachel has been our sitter for about a year now. She's eighteen, a gorgeous redhead, and has a body she obviously takes great care of. A tight and toned athletic body, with beautiful round full breasts and sensual curvy hips. A body that's hard not to stare at, though I always try to hide my admiration. I was sitting on the couch, ready to put my feet up, when she bent over right in front of me to pick up her purse. She was wearing tight jeans that day and a gypsy style top, and when she bent over I caught a glimpse of her sexy pink lacey bra. My eyes widened and my pulse quickened. I apparently held my gaze a little too long and caught a very disapproving look from Samantha.
A couple weeks later was Rachel's last week working for us. She was leaving for college on Saturday morning, but we needed her to work that Friday night so Samantha and I could go to a dinner party for work. She agreed and said she'd be happy to work one last night.
Friday night came, the party went great. Samantha and I had a few drinks at the party, her a few more than me. Samantha actually got pretty drunk, she has quite a low tolerance for alcohol. We headed home and got back just after midnight. Samantha was quite a bit drunker than I had realized, and actually stumbled through the door and giggled her way through the house. The house was quiet, the kids were fast asleep, Rachel sat half asleep on the couch.
"Thank you so much Rachel, sorry for keeping you up so late." Samantha said, trying to hide her drunkedness.
"You're welcome," Rachel said as she yawned and stretched, arching her back.
God those beautiful breasts pushing out against that t-shirt. "Don't stare idiot," I told myself.
Rachel asked, "Mrs. Evans, I have to leave really early tomorrow, would you mind if I just crashed here on the couch tonite?"
"Sure you can stay," my wife slurred and giggled. Then turned to me, "Can you get her a pillow and a blanket Steve, I've got to get to bed."
"Goodnight Mrs. Evans," Rachel called out as Samantha headed to the bedroom. I did as instructed and handed Rachel her pillow and blanket, and headed to bed myself.
When I got to the bedroom, Samantha was laying naked on the bed. I walked over and said, "Well hello sexy." Quite drunk, she laughed and pulled me into bed by my belt. She grabbed the back of my head and kissed me deeply. I squeezed her naked ass and pulled her closer. She rubbed my dick through my pants and fumbled with my zipper. I kissed her neck and worked my hand up her thigh and brushed softly against her pussy. She was already wet and moaned softly, clutching my hair. We kissed passionately, groaning as our hands explored each other's bodies. Suddenly, I remembered the bedroom door was still open. I got up, walked across the room and quietly shut the door. I undressed and crawled back into bed, Samantha was passed out, no waking her up. There I lay on my back, pitching a tent with the bedsheet. Disappointed, I drifted off to sleep.
I wasn't asleep very long when I woke up to a nice warm sensual blowjob. My eyes still closed and still half asleep, I moaned slightly, "Mmmm, baby that feels good." My dick was fully erect and throbbing. Then the oral stopped and I felt her softly straddle me. I put my hand on her hip ready to slide inside her, but something felt different. I opened my eyes, and by the hallway light shining through the partly open bedroom door I saw Rachel, fully naked mounted on top of me. "What the...," I mumbled. I looked to my right and saw Samantha with her back to us, still asleep. I looked back at Rachel in shock.
Rachel looked down at me and smiled. I shook my head side to side to signal my confusion, still trying to process what was happening. My God, she was more gorgeous than I had imagined. Her breasts round and perfect and her nipples erect. Her stomach tone and tight, her eyes passionate and lips inviting. Everything in my body said make love to this beautiful creature right now. My brain screamed, no idiot, your wife is right next to you.
I looked into Rachel's eyes and whispered, "We can't." She smiled and lifted her body up far enough to take my dick into her hand and pull it up towards her pussy. She started to lower herself back down onto it. I lifted my knees and pushed my ass into the mattress and quickly put both my hands on her hips to stop my dick from sliding in. My dick rested just outside her pussy lips, I could feel her warmth and wetness. My mind was swimming.
"I wanna fuck you," she whispered softly.
"No," I whispered, shaking my head nervously and glancing towards Samantha.
She leaned forward, her breasts now resting on my chest, and put her lips next to my ear. She whispered, "Mr. Evans ju... mmmm," she stopped mid sentence and quietly moaned. As she had leaned forward, the new position allowed the head of my dick to barely spread her lips open and slide ever so slightly into her.
She swallowed, took a breath, and began again, "Mr. Evans, just let me."
