Anonymous said: ... Jennifer, I had an idea that I think only you could crush. "The legend of the Free sitter" It would be about a black man in primarily white community. Who babysits for "free", and only the wives of the community know about him.
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Today was the day I'd been waiting all week for. It was my turn to have Josiah, the local babysitter watch my children for the evening. As a married woman, I knew that I shouldn't be doing what I was about to do. The problem was that I couldn't seem to stop myself. My husband had no idea what Josiah really was and he had no idea how I had been up texting with him every night that week leading up to today.
"You about ready?" Carter asked, adjusting his tie in the mirror. He was about 5′9 with reddish-blonde hair and striking green eyes. He had a smattering of freckles on his cheeks that made him look a few years younger than forty, which was his age.
"I just need about five more minutes," I turned my back to him and he could sense what I needed without me having to ask. Wordlessly, he zipped up my red flapper-style dress. The doorbell rang and we both jumped a bit.
"Can you get that while I finish up?" I asked Carter and he nodded and headed out to grab the door. I was a bit nervous about Carter and Josiah being alone together for too long and so I sped through my makeup process, careful to take my time on my lipstick so it didn't bleed into the wrinkles above my lips. I was forty-two and I wasn't loving it the way everyone had said I would. I was tired most days and nothing seemed to satisfy me anymore.
I walked out into the living room, where Josiah and Carter were talking animatedly about sports, something I knew nothing about. I continued to get things ready for our son, Rolan to make it easy for Josiah to care for him while we were gone.
"Any instructions for my for the babysitting gig?" Josiah smoothly transitioned from talking to Carter and turned to me.
"He's pretty easy. His dinner is actually here you just need to heat it up."
"I'm good at heating things up," he said and the way he said it made my pussy instantly horny. I was hoping that I could get a piece of that dark chocolate later after we got home from babysitting. I had my plans and I'd been working on them for weeks.
"Well isn't that just steamy," I said quietly, so only he would hear me. Carter was on the phone anyway, like always. It had been a long time since he had looked at me the way Josiah was looking at me now.
"It certainly can be. You look fucking hot," Josiah's voice was filled with the promise of passion and orgasms and his muscles were stretching out his simple t-shirt in ways most men's didn't.
I made sure my secret weapon was in my purse.
"You look hot too. I'll see you when we get back."
"Do you think you might need any additional services?" he asked, his voice low and flirty. His dark skin was the perfect shade of naughty and I knew that I had to have him. All of my friends had talked about him like he was the best thing that had ever happened to them. This was my chance to find out and I wasn't going to let Carter get in the way.
"You ready?" Carter suddenly appeared his phone still in his hand.
"Yes, our reservation is for eight. We better get going. Let me say goodbye to Rolan!" I hugged my son goodbye as he watched his favorite movie for the millionth time.
"Good evening! Have fun tonight!"
"Thank you for watching Rolan for us."
"It's my pleasure. I love children."
"You also love hot wives," I thought to myself but I could never say such a thing out loud with Carter right there.
We rode to the restaurant in silence and Carter picked up a work call as soon as we arrived. He was still rudely discussing a merger as we were shown to our table and when he finally got off the phone to talk, I could tell that Carter would rather be anywhere else but with me. It was always like this and I was sick of it.
"I need to use the restroom," Carter excused himself. The waiter brought our dessert while Carter was gone and I couldn't help but think that this was my chance to carry out the plan I had concocted. I pulled the vial of liquid from my purse and poured a bit of it into his cup of coffee and a bit into the sundae he had ordered for dessert. I tried my best to get it all in the hot fudge.
"What are you doing to my sundae?" Carter was standing over me.
"I want some, but I'm trying to resist. I gave up sweets," I lied.