Bee - Our Babysitter -

BEE - OUR BABYSITTER - PART 3

CHAPTER 1

It's been 3 months since I had sex with Bee, our babysitter. And almost that since Mandy, my wife, had sex with her, also. That was parts one and two of this story. I thought that would be the end of it. I was eat up with guilt about cheating on Mandy and told myself I would never do it again. And I haven't, and don't plan to. As far as I know Mandy hasn't done it again either.

We do still use Bee as our babysitter, but neither one of us has been alone with her. We both adore her as a friend as well as love her as a babysitter. We've had her over for dinner a few times. She was on spring break now.

One Saturday evening we had Bee over and I grilled some steaks out on the patio. Bee and Mandy made salads and we had ice cream afterwards. When she left Bee hugged and kissed us both as was her habit of doing. After she had gone home Mandy and I were sitting on the patio having a couple of beers and talking. Mandy said how nice it was having Bee over this evening. I agreed. She said, "She's really a very beautiful girl. Don't you think?"

"Yeah. She is quite pretty. But not as pretty as you."

"Bullshit. But thank you. And she's also very sweet. And kind. Just very genuine. And so good with Andrew. He loves her to death. We are very fortunate to have her."

"I agree. Very fortunate, indeed. You two really seem to have become good friends. I'm glad to see that."

"Yeah. I like her. A lot."

We sat quietly with our own thoughts for a little bit. I finally worked up the courage and said, "Mandy? I need to tell you something. I don't know how you're going to react but I have to tell you. And the reason I have to tell you is because I love you so damn much. If I didn't it might not bother me. But it does bother me because I DO love you. And I can't stand feeling guilty."

She looked at me with a worried look. "Oh my God. What is it? Are you sick or something?"

"No. I'm not sick. Physically anyway. Let me just say this first. I hope we can work through this. But I understand if you hate me. I hope you don't. But because I love you so much, I have to be honest."

"Just tell me. You've got me worried now."

"Okay. Here it is. I.. uhh...well...Shit! I had sex with Bee. It only happened once. When you were out of town for your training. I didn't plan it. It just happened. She seduced me. Not that that makes it okay. It was still wrong. I should have said no. I was weak. I feel awful about it. It's been eating me up. I'm sorry and I promise it will never happen again."

Mandy sat there staring at me with her mouth open and her eyes wide. Speechless. I was terrified of what was to come. I knew Mandy had had sex with her, also, but somehow, in my mind, what I did was worse. I waited expectantly for her reaction.

"Please say something," I said.

Finally her mouth closed and her face went back to normal. Her mouth turned up in a little grin and she looked at me for a minute. "Well," she finally said, "If you can open up and be honest with me, then I guess I should do the same. I had sex with her, too. I didn't plan it either. It just kind of happened. It was the day you came back from your orientation. You almost walked in on us. It was the first time I've ever been with a woman. The only time. I had always been curious, and the opportunity arose that day and I took it. So I can see how it can happen."

"So you forgive me?"

"Yes. I forgive you. Do you forgive me?"

"Yes. I forgive you. I guess I should tell you one other thing. I did walk in on you that day. I snuck in the back door trying to surprise you. I was the one that was surprised. I'm sorry. But it turned me on and I hid and watched."

"You watched!!? Shit! That's so embarrassing. What all did you see? When did you come in?"

"Don't be embarrassed. It was fucking hot. I saw the whole thing. You were just talking when I first came in. I hid to wait for Bee to leave before surprising you. But she didn't leave. You all started talking and comparing your bodies. I knew I should leave but it turned me on. So I stayed and watched. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I'm not mad."

"So. Where do we go from here?"

She came over and sat on my lap and kissed me. "We continue our lives the same as we've been doing." We hugged and kissed for a few minutes and just held each other.

CHAPTER 2

The next day we were lounging around the house. At lunch Mandy brought up the topic of Bee again. It scared me because I thought maybe she had changed her mind and was going to lower the boom on me.

She started by saying, "I've thought a lot about what we talked about last night. With Bee. And here's the thing. I love you and want to stay with you. But I enjoyed sex with her. I'm not gay or anything but I liked it. And honestly I'd like to do it again. I hope that doesn't make you hate me."

"No. Not at all. I love you."

"Well. What I was thinking is this. If you're open to it. I would like to sleep with Bee occasionally. If she wants to, that is. And only her. No one else. And I'm okay with it if you sleep with her occasionally. And only her. I know she's clean because she told me she had only slept with one man. And I now know that man was you. This is all assuming she wants to sleep with either one of us again. I'm not proposing an open marriage. This would apply to Bee only."

I was shocked. I never expected anything like that. "I don't know what to say. Are you sure? I mean, sure, I'm fine with you and her together. But are you sure you wouldn't mind me and her? I mean, I may be crazy, but to me it seems that's a bigger betrayal. I'd be okay if you slept with her and I didn't. I might get a little jealous but I'd be okay."

"No. I don't mind sharing. With Bee. And I couldn't ask to do something I don't allow you to do, too."

"Wow! Well, okay. But I'm not going to try to seduce her or anything. But if the opportunity happens to arise I'll know it's okay to not fight it."

CHAPTER 3

That night before we went to bed Mandy said, "You know? All that talk today about sex, and Bee, and all, got me pretty horny. Want to play a little game?"

"That sounds intriguing. What have you got in mind?"

"Let me think. Wait here and I'll be right back."

I sat on the couch anticipating what she was going to do. She came out of the bedroom and went outside. She rang the doorbell. I got up and opened the door. She said, "Hi. Mr. Anderson? I'm Melissa. Marigold's friend. I think you know her as Bee. Anyway, she said she was supposed to babysit for you tonight because your wife is out of town, but she had to help her Mom with something and asked me if I would come over and babysit for you."

"Yeah. She called and said she couldn't make it but would send a friend over. Come on in, Melissa. She said you were trustworthy."

"I try. Bee said Andrew is easy to babysit. No trouble at all. Where is he?"

"Actually, he's already in bed. Usually Bee just sits and reads, or watches TV, or works on her computer. I just need someone here in case he wakes up while I'm studying."

"Okay. I can do that."

"Have a seat. Would you like a Coke or something?"

"No thanks." She sat on the couch. I sat at the other end.

"So. Melissa. Tell me a little about yourself. How old are you? Do you go to school with Bee? What do you like to do?"

"Well. I'm 21. No I don't go to school. I met Bee through a mutual friend. And I like to play tennis and hang out with friends."

"I see. Boyfriend?"

"Well. There is one special guy. He's the best."

"Oh. Okay. What do you and your boyfriend do? Go to movies? Go out to dinner? Have sex?"

"Mr. Anderson!! That's none of your business. But, no, we don't. I told him no sex until we're married."

I slid over next to her on the couch and patted her on the leg. "Good for you. Does that mean you're a virgin?"

"Again. That's none of your business. But no. I'm not. I had sex with another guy once. That's all he wanted. I don't want to make the same mistake again."

"Smart girl." I patted her leg again. She was wearing very short shorts. And a breast enhancing tight top that also showed her bare midriff. I left my hand on her leg after patting it. "So, does your current boyfriend ask you for sex?" I started rubbing her leg as I talked.

She pushed my hand away. "Yeah. He wants to. But I told him not yet."

I stroked her hair, which hung loose around her bare shoulders. "What does he ask for? A blow job? A hand job? Or does he want to fuck you?"

"Oh my God!! Mr. Anderson. You shouldn't ask me that."

"I'm sorry." I continued to stroke her hair and put my other hand back on her bare leg. "I'm just trying to look out for your best interests. I know how young guys are. They only want one thing. Don't get me wrong. That one thing is wonderful."

"I don't know if I'm comfortable talking about this."

"It's okay. I just want to make sure you're prepared." I leaned over and buried my face in her hair. I gently blew in her ear and lightly kissed her neck. "You're a very beautiful young woman and men are going to be all over you. You need to know what you're doing."

"But I'm not doing anything."

"That's why you need to get prepared. What are you going to do when you are ready to go farther?" I was kissing her neck and rubbing her leg, getting closer and closer to her crotch.

She seemed nervous and asked, "Mr. Anderson. What are you doing?"

"Just getting to know you. Keep talking. Tell me more about yourself."

"Well. Like I said, I play tennis." As she talked I kissed her cheek and stroked her hair and leg. "I played on my high school team. And I was a cheerleader. I play on the city league now."

"Uh huh. Go on." I kissed her bare shoulder and rubbed her bare belly with my hand. "I figured you had to be a cheerleader. With that gorgeous figure and beautiful face."

"And I, um, work at a fitness center downtown."

"That explains how you keep such a fantastic body." I brought my hand slowly up to lightly touch a breast. "Tell me about the fitness center. What do you do there?" She told me about her job. I rubbed my hand softly over her breast as I nuzzled her neck and planted kisses all over her face.

She said, "I lead an aerobics class there 3 days a week. And I help clean the equipment." I brought my hand up under the bottom hem of her top and cupped a bra covered breast. "Are you even listening to me?" she asked.

"Yeah. I'm listening. Aerobics. Equipment cleaning. What else?"

"Well, I also teach swimming to kids. 12 and under." As she talked I fondled her breasts and kissed her neck and face. My other hand was rubbing her exposed belly just above her waistline. I pushed her top up above her breasts and leaned over to kiss her midriff. She continued talking. I worked my hand behind her back to undo her bra. It was hard to do because she was leaning back against the couch but I got it unhooked. I lifted the cups above her breasts and fondled her now bare tits.

"Uh. Mr. Anderson? What are you doing?"

"I think you know what I'm doing. And it's not Mr. Anderson. It's Luke. You can keep talking if you want. Or just join me in what I'm doing."

"I don't think you should be doing that. You're a married man. What if she comes home? And I can't cheat on my boyfriend."

"Mandy's out of town for a few days. And I just want to help you learn to please your boyfriend." I leaned over and took a nipple between my lips. It was already hard and she jumped and squealed when I sucked on it.

"Well. I guess it is good to know what to do." She put her hands on my head and held me to her chest as I sucked her nipples and squeezed her tits. She squirmed around as I loved her breasts. I raised up and lifted her shirt over her head and her bra fell in her lap. It was the kind that has no shoulder straps.

She said, "You seem to know what you're doing. Have you done this with all your babysitters?"

"No. You're the second." As I continued fondling and sucking her tits I moved my hand to her crotch. I worked it down between her legs and rubbed her through her clothing. Her legs involuntarily spread but she said, "Mr. Anderson. Luke. I don't think you should be doing that."

"It's okay, Melissa. Nothing wrong with it. We're both adults. It's not immoral. Or illegal. Just two consenting adults having fun." She still acted a little uneasy as I continued to rub her crotch and love her tits. When she seemed to relax a little I bit down lightly on a nipple and brought my hand up to her waist. I started fiddling with the clasp of her shorts trying to get it undone. I was having difficulty as they were tight. So I brought my other hand down to help and got the clasp undone.

She tensed up and gasped. I locked my lips to hers and kissed her passionately. When I pushed my tongue into her mouth her lips parted willingly. Our tongues met and danced together and after a minute I grasped the tab of her zipper in my fingers and started easing it downwards. I put my hand into the opening of her shorts and started sliding it downwards. She tensed again and grabbed my hand. She was really playing her part well.

"Relax," I told her. "Just relax and enjoy it." I started kissing her again. I went down to suck her tits some more. She relaxed and moaned and held my head in her hands again. I worked my hand into her shorts and felt her panties against my fingers. They felt silky and smooth. As I got my hand further down I discovered she was wet. I felt the moisture and heat of her arousal against my palm. I rubbed her pussy as best I could within the confines of her tight shorts. She leaned back and enjoyed the sensations of being made love to.

I brought my hand up and slid it back down, inside her panties this time.

"Oh. No. You can't," she protested.

"Shh. Relax." And she did slowly relax as I slid my hand down further. I encountered the little patch of hair that was just above her gorgeous pussy. I fingered it for a few seconds. Then I slid down more and felt her hot lips beneath my fingers. She squealed and squeezed her legs in against my hand. I don't know if she was playing her part of being reluctant or it felt so good she involuntarily squeezed them to hold my hand in tight. When she relaxed her legs I ran my finger over her very wet lips.

I raised up and locked my lips to hers again. I rubbed her pussy lips with my finger and licked her mouth lips with my tongue. Then I pulled my hand out, drew back from her lips and said, "Melissa. I want you to stand up."

She looked at me questioningly. "Why?'

"Just stand. I'll show you." She got up and stood in front of the couch, and turned to face me. I leaned forward and kissed her belly. I tongued her navel. Then I grasped the waistband of her shorts in my hands and started pulling them down over her hips.

"Are you sure this is okay?" she asked.

"It's fine. Relax." Her shorts were very tight so I had to work to get them past her hips and ass. Once they were past that I slid them down her long, beautiful legs. I lifted her feet one at a time and pulled her shoes off. She stood there in her panties. They were what I think is called a french cut. High on the sides but they covered her mound entirely and her ass cheeks. They were pink and lacy and I could see her pubic hair beneath. And a large wet spot in the center. "Wow! You're beautiful. Turn around," I told her.

She turned. I gazed at her ass. She looked back over her shoulder at me. "Like what you see?" she asked.

"Hell yeah I like what I see. You are spectacular." I reached out and ran my hands over her ass cheeks. And up and down her legs. I kissed her back, and her panty covered ass. I reached between her legs and felt her pussy through her panties.

"Oh Mr. Anderson. I mean Luke. That feels so good." As I rubbed her pussy and kissed her back and ass she leaned forward. I grasped her panties in my hands and pulled downwards. I went slowly, savoring and kissing each inch as it was exposed to my gaze. I pulled them to her knees and left them there. I kissed her now bare ass. I nuzzled my nose into her ass crack and licked my tongue up the crack.

She leaned farther forward offering her ass to me and I licked and kissed all over it. I reached a hand up to her pussy and toyed with her lips for a minute. Then I inserted a finger into her. It slid in easily as she was so wet. I worked my finger in and out as I continued loving her ass. I then turned her around, removed her panties the rest of the way, got on my knees and buried my face in her crotch. Her pussy was wet, hot, and smelled wonderful. I licked the juices that were already gathered there and licked and flicked my tongue back and forth. I stuck my tongue into her as far as I could and wiggled it around. She kind of squatted down onto my face and held my mouth against her crotch with her hands. I found her clit protruding out at the top of her lips and sucked it in between my lips. She came immediately, her juices flowing out of her lips like water and tasting like honey. She screamed my name as she came and held my face into her by my hair so hard it almost hurt and I had a hard time breathing. She yelled out a couple of times and almost collapsed. She might have if I wasn't under her holding her up.

She stepped back and said, "Holy shit. I've never cum that hard before. My God, Luke. I mean Mr. Anderson. What did you do to me?"

"Still playing the game, huh? Okay. Well, Melissa. You've got the sweetest tasting pussy I ever ate. And now I want to fuck it and see if it feels as good as it tastes."

"Oh, Mr. Anderson. Luke. After that you can do whatever you want to me."

I pulled my shirt up over my head. I kicked off my shoes, unbuckled my pants and slid them down and stepped out of them. She saw my hard cock straining against my underwear and said, "Oh my. Is that for me?"

"All yours, baby." She reached and tentatively touched it through my underwear, as if it might burn her fingers. "It's okay. Go ahead."

She giggled and ran a finger up and down it's length. I stood and let her play her game. I loved it. She squeezed it in her hand and acted shy and coy. I encouraged her to continue. She moved her hand over it's length. "It feels big."

"I like to think it is. Go ahead. Take it out."

"Really?"

"Yes. Please."

She reached her hand into the top of my underwear and took my dick in her hand. I could have cum right then and there, but didn't allow myself to. She acted shy and embarrassed as she stroked me. Then she pushed my underwear down and dropped to her knees to remove them. She looked up at my cock pointing straight out at her. She ran her finger tips lightly up and down it. Then she grasped it in her hand and stroked it slowly. She looked up at me and asked, "Can I kiss it?"

"Please do." I stood and watched as she leaned forward and kissed the head of my cock. Then again. Then she kissed all along the length of it. She ran her tongue along the sensitive underside of it. Then she ran her tongue around and around the head, making me want to cum. But still I held back. She put her lips around the head and slowly moved her head forward taking it into her mouth. Now I knew from experience that she wasn't able to take it all in without gagging. So she never tried. And I also knew she wasn't a swallower. But this time as she fucked me with her mouth she took a little more of my length into her mouth with each forward movement of her head. I felt my cock head touch the back of her throat. She started to gag but continued to try and eventually was able to take it all without gagging. Which I loved because now I could thrust into her mouth without fear of gagging her.

She took my ball sack in her hand and massaged my balls as she blew me. I reached down and played with her tits while she sucked my cock. She wrapped her soft hand around the base of my cock and started jerking me off while sucking on the head.