I was 19 years old and in college when this adventure started. I was broke and looking for a job whenever a family friend suggested to my mother that he knew someone who was looking for a live in babysitter, since it was suggested by someone I trusted, I decided it was worth checking out. I had text with the wife back and forth, and she invited me to dinner at a very nice restaurant with her and her husband (with them footing the bill) and I quickly agreed. That was the night I met Tom and Denise Howardson.
Denise was 5′3 with dark brunette hair and eyes to match. Despite being average height her legs were long and very shapely, and led up to beautiful wide hips which caught the eye of everyone in the room. Tom was 6′2 and in great shape, with broad shoulders and salt and pepper hair, he was a very handsome man. We got along very well, and they told me about their son. He was 5 years old, and needed someone to put him on the bus in the mornings and meet him after school (which was why they were looking for someone to live with them). After dinner we made plans for me to visit their home that weekend and then make my decision. Once I saw the house, it wasn't hard to decide. It was an absolutely gorgeous Victorian era two story house in a good neighborhood, and not a far walk from school. With a new semester having started, and my roommates driving me crazy, I needed something new anyway, so after the tour, I smiled at Tom and said "When do I start?" They paid me very well and always treated me with respect, and their son was absolutely adorable, what more could a girl ask for?
Fast forward about three weeks into our arrangement, and all is going well. It's Saturday night so Tom and Denise decide to have a date night. I put the little guy to bed around 8:30 and relaxed until they got home around 10. They walked in giggling, and Denise was clearly fairly tipsy, so I knew things had gone well. It was then that Tom announced that he was going to pour them both a drink, and asked if I would like to join them. When I pointed out that I was only 19, he winked and said "It'll be our little secret."
I sat down with them with a glass of wine, and we all had a good time, mostly sharing stories and jokes, while I watched as Denise downed a couple of glasses of wine. It was at this point that I noticed how much Denise was staring at me, and being awfully flirty. I had never really thought of the two of them that way before, but with some wine in me, I started to notice how shapely her body was. She had changed out of her dress and was wearing leggings and a tank top, and let me tell you, those leggings couldn't hide anything. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to flirt back, but it didn't seem right, I had come to think of Denise and Tom as beloved aunt and uncle, and yet, here I was getting excited by the idea of kissing her. Whenever Tom got up to get more wine, Denise moved over and set next to me on the love seat, and rested her hand on my thigh.
"Izzie, I'm sorry if I've made you uncomfortable! I get a bit... flirty when I drink wine. Tom knows it, the dirty old bastard, he's trying to loosen me up I think! But if you aren't comfortable, you can go to bed you know."
At this point, what part of my brain that was still thinking clearly told me I should take her advice and go to bed, but instead, I put my hand on her leg and giggling, I assured her that I was fine and that I was enjoying her flirting. She picked up on the hint pretty quickly and leaned in to kiss me. I wanted it, oh God I wanted it bad at that point, which is why my heart practically stopped when I heard Tom laughing behind us. He had walked in on his wife about to make out with a 19 year old! I could feel my face burning with embarrassment, but I could feel my pussy aching with desire as well.
The mix of desire and emotions combined with alcohol pushed me into saying in the cutest voice I could manage "Mr. Howardson, you don't mind if your wife makes out with the babysitter, do you?" That was all the encouragement Denise needed apparently, because the next thing I knew, she was laying on top of me, our lips locked together and her tongue dancing circles around my mouth. I gave as good as I got however, pressing hard against Mrs. Howardsons lips, desperate to taste more of her. We broke long enough to move to the couch, with me sitting between Tom and Denise. As she and I continued to kiss, her hands made their way to my breasts, gently massaging me through my t-shirt. I took the hint this time, running one hand up and down her thighs, admiring how tight her legs were, and thinking about how desperately I wanted to feel them wrapped around my head.
During all this, Tom had grabbed my other hand and was using me to massage his cock through his jeans, but I certainly didn't mind! It wasn't until he stopped and I heard him undoing his zipper that I decided to stop. Pulling away from both of them, I stood up. "You guys, we are drunk, and I think this is about to go one step farther. I don't want to come between a loving marriage, and I definitely don't want to lose my job over a drunken fling!"