A Babysitters Seduction

My name is Mitch and my life has spun out of control and I'm not sure what to do. Things were going fine between my wife Karen and me but life has a way of throwing you curveballs when you least expect it. Things rarely go as planned and our marriage is a perfect example.

Karen and I met in grad school where she was getting her advanced degree in Architecture and I was on my way to becoming a Certified Public Accountant. I was at a pub close to campus with some friends who knew some of Karen's friends. The two groups sort of merged and I found myself chatting with Karen for most of the night.

When we first laid eyes on each other we both smiled and looked away. When she looked up, she saw that I was looking at her but she turned away. I was encaptured by her natural beauty and enchanting smile. Karen didn't wear a lot of makeup but she didn't need much either. Her long brown hair was in a ponytail that draped down her back and she had big brown eyes that made my heart melt. We kept exchanging glances and I finally got up the nerve to introduce myself.

Karen's beauty was matched by her intelligence and she had an odd sense of humor like me. I wondered if it were possible that I found the perfect woman. As our friends talked among themselves, we found ourselves talking exclusively to each other as if we were the only ones in the pub. By the end of the evening, it was only natural that we exchanged numbers and agreed to get dinner and a movie on Friday night.

When I picked Karen up at her apartment, she looked stunning in a form-fitting knee-length red dress that highlighted her hourglass figure. She doesn't have large breasts but has an ass that looks like it was sculpted by an artist. It is perfect for her 5'7" frame, round and firm that protrudes like a half moon when looking at her profile. I got a rush of an electric charge throughout my body that emanated from my heart when I saw her. I'm not a romantic but I knew I had to at least make Karen my girlfriend. My feelings for her only deepened over dinner as she further displayed her intelligence and charm. I could only hope she felt the same way about me.

I found it difficult to concentrate on the movie with Karen seated by my side. I couldn't even tell you the plot because I kept glancing over at my date. She caught me looking her way several times and I became concerned I was making her feel uncomfortable with my uncontrollable stares. I thought I saw her looking my way also but I wrote it off as wishful thinking.

Karen and I went for a nightcap at a local bar close to her house after the movie and it seemed like neither one of us wanted the evening to end. I've never wanted to sleep with a woman as badly as I did Karen that night but I didn't want her to think I was only interested in having sex. There was no doubt there was some magic building between the two of us and I was ecstatic beyond belief when she invited me back to her place for a drink.

I've had sex with plenty of women in the past, including numerous one-night stands, but for some reason, I was nervous with Karen that night. There was something special about her and I didn't want to ruin it.

I opened a bottle of wine in the kitchen, poured a couple of glasses, and soon after we took our first sips, Karen and I embraced and began to kiss. A few soft kisses quickly turned more passionate and we were soon running our hands over each other's bodies through our clothing. When we broke our embrace, Karen had a look of lust in her eye as she took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom.

"Just so you know, I've never done this on the first date before," she told me as we entered her bedroom.

I don't know what made me say it but I blurted out, "Well, I hope this is your last first date."

I watched as Karen slipped her dress over her head, standing before me in her black lace bra and matching thong. I swallowed hard as she unsnapped her bra and tossed it aside, revealing her B-cup breasts. I took in the sight of her peeling her thong down her legs, unashamedly exposing a neatly trimmed bush.

It was now my turn to do a strip tease for her. She watched as I took off my clothes to eventually reveal a half-hard cock. We both lustfully let our eyes drift over one another's naked bodies before we embraced and began to kiss again. I had a full erection by the time we moved over to the bed. I didn't waste any time sucking on her pert titties and working my way down her soft body. I kissed, licked, and nibbled on every inch of her luscious body down to her toes and back up to her pussy. When I finally tasted her, her pussy was so sweet and tender. I feasted on her precious nectar until she came twice.

After Karen regained her composure, she took control and laid me back, and engulfed my cock with her mouth. She had me squirming on the bed from her expert blow job. Part of me wondered where she had gained such expertise in oral sex but the other part didn't care. After several minutes of sucking my dick, Karen moved upward to straddle me, taking me in her hands, pointing my cock upward, and sliding down on it. She began to ride me as I played with her tits. When she slowed down, she leaned forward to feed me her breasts. I obediently sucked on her nipples as she slowly rode me.

When she tired, I flipped Karen over and began to slowly make love to her. Our eyes were focused on each other as I slowly moved my hips. I wanted to take my time and enjoy the sensuousness of the evening. I was in no hurry. Our lips were locked together when I finally came deep inside of her.

We made love again that night and spent the weekend together. We were either going out for a meal, ordering delivery, or in bed. Our initial lovemaking turned into downright fucking as our passion for one another could not be denied. We fucked in just about every room of her apartment and in a variety of positions. By the time Sunday night had arrived, my balls were almost hurting from cumming so often. Unfortunately, we both had school and work to deal with.

After that weekend, Karen and I were inseparable. We eventually moved in together and were married shortly after graduation. We both got decent paying jobs which allowed us to save money to eventually buy a house. Even though we were putting in a lot of hours at work to establish ourselves in our careers, we still had a decent sex life. We would make love a couple of times during the week and a few more times on the weekends if we weren't working. Tax time was quite busy for me and sometimes more senior architects needed help from Karen at night or on a Saturday morning. When you're young and in love, you always seem to find time for sex even if it's just a quickie to get some sexual relief or to help relax.

Things were going along just as we planned, that is until one morning when Karen took a home pregnancy test. While we always talked about having children someday, we didn't plan on starting a family this soon. After the initial surprise, Karen and I embraced the idea of becoming parents and were genuinely excited about bringing new life into this world.

Dealing with the hormonal changes in Karen's body had its pluses and minuses. There were times when she was sick, uncomfortable, and tired. However, her breasts grew by a cup size and there were times when she was as horny as when we first met. Just before and more than a month after Max was born, sex was out of the question but we gradually began a limited routine. Saturday night seemed to be the designated night to have sex, assuming Max cooperated by going to sleep. There were times when I felt he knew when Karen and I wanted to be intimate and would begin to cry almost as soon as we got into bed. Even if we stayed downstairs, he seemed to know what we were about to do. We joked that Max wanted to be an only child.

Things got a little easier the older Max got. When he was four, we sent him to an all-day pre-kindergarten and we enlisted the help of a teenager down the street. Angie would get Max off the bus and watch him until either Karen or I got home from work. My wife and I tried to arrange our schedules so one of us wouldn't be working too late on school days. Angie was great about taking care of Max, playing with him, and fixing him a snack to hold him over until dinner.

Once again, things didn't work out as planned as Karen began to take on more responsibility at work which put pressure on me to try to get home at a reasonable hour. While Angie was a great babysitter, Max still needed his parents. My job afforded me the ability to do some of it from home. More often than not, I'd come home to relieve Angie and start to work again when Max was in bed. This also became a source of tension between Karen and me because I felt she wasn't holding up her end of our bargain but we carried on.

Things got more tense when one night Karen announced over dinner, "Mitch, uh, I've been asked to work on a project out of state. It's a great opportunity for me."

"What did you tell them?"

"I told them I had to talk to you about it."

"I take it you'd be out of town a lot, Karen," I said with an obvious annoyance in my voice.

"I could do most of the work here but I'd have to go out of town a couple of times a month for a few days. They're offering me a vice president position and a substantial raise too."

"That's nice but what about me and Max?"

I know it sounded selfish but our family life was already strained.

"I don't know. Maybe we could give Angie more money and more hours. She's almost eighteen and I'm sure she'd like the extra money. She's really good with Max too."

"You seem to have this all figured out, Karen. You already told them you'd take it, didn't you?"

She replied, "Well, sort of. I wanted to talk it over with you though. If I turn this down, I'll never get another chance like this again, Mitch. I don't have much of a choice."

I was frustrated and hurt but I didn't have a choice either. If I asked her to reject the promotion and new project, she'd resent me for the rest of our lives. I begrudgingly told her we'd make it work somehow.

The first thing we did was talk to Angie to see if she was willing to work some extra hours and be sort of a part-time nanny with more hours when Max wasn't in school. Luckily, she jumped at the opportunity to work close to home. She was a teenager and needed the money and we made it worth her while too. The icing on the cake was when we offered her the use of Karen's car when she was out of town to help with Max, run errands, and for her personal use when she wasn't helping us.

I don't know what we would have done without Angie. She did an awesome job taking care of Max after school and when I needed to work late. She even prepared some dinners for me too. Some of them weren't the greatest but they tasted just fine, especially when I was too exhausted to cook. The more Karen worked the more dependent we became on Angie and our teenage babysitter was quickly becoming part of our family.

With Karen working later hours and beginning to travel for work, our sex life began to dwindle even more. I was left to jerk off more often than I would have liked. Karen and I still tried to get together on the weekends but I couldn't help but feel that we were losing some of the passion we had earlier in our marriage. I guess some of that was normal but I was getting concerned.

If I were a jealous man, I would have become suspicious about how much Karen was talking about one of her co-workers, Sam, who was working with her on her out-of-town project. I had to trust my wife as I would have expected her to trust me. I didn't like hearing so much about Sam but I didn't want to make matters worse by getting jealous. I guess it was only natural to talk about her co-worker so much seeing they were working closely on this project.

When a man's sex life goes downhill, he starts looking at women in a more sexual manner. I was getting hornier by the day and I began to get turned on easier. While at work, I began to notice various females, even if they were dressed modestly. I started to look at their blouses to see what kind of bra they had on underneath whether it was gazing through a white top or getting a down-blouse look if they leaned forward. I looked to see if some of the buttons on their blouses were undone and how much I could see of their bras. The more cleavage I saw, the more I looked. I was more apt to notice how a skirt would ride up a colleague's legs and how much of her thigh was exposed. On a rare occasion, I'd get an upskirt view of a woman's panties or the cotton gusset of her pantyhose. In my mind, it was harmless voyeurism.

If a woman was wearing slacks, I tried to see if there was a visible panty line or if there isn't one, I tried to see if I could tell if she was wearing a thong. On a good day, I would see a whale tail of her thong, some ass cleavage, or a tramp stamp tattoo.

The grocery store was a great place to take notice of young moms leaning over to get something from the bottom shelf or taking care of their children. I sometimes got a down blouse view of a bra or if I was really lucky, a view of some bare breasts. It was also a great place, outside of the gym, to check out a lady's ass in leggings or booty shorts. Some women wear them so tight, it looks as though they were wearing body paint. Those leggings that fit into the crack of their ass or show a camel toe would drive me nuts.

While my eye was starting to wander, I never had the urge to act upon my impulses. It was harmless looking. I didn't want to complicate my life any more than it already was. However, this was about the time Karen and I were invited to Angie's eighteenth birthday party. We had gotten close with her parents over the years and they had a backyard picnic for family and friends.

I had never looked at Angie sexually before; she was our babysitter and nothing more. However, at her birthday party, she seemed to magically grow up. She wasn't wearing her normal sweatshirt and loose shorts; she was dressed in a more fashionable. For one, she had on makeup which I wasn't used to seeing on her which made her look older. She was also wearing contact lenses instead of glasses. Angie was also wearing a fairly short jean mini skirt and a tight crop top that showed off more of her youthful figure.

Maybe it was the fact that Karen and I hadn't had sex in a while but I looked at Angie differently that afternoon. I found it difficult to take my eyes off her exposed midriff. She had breasts similar to Karen's that she proudly displayed in her top. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra by the way her breasts jiggled when she moved around and she has the sweetest trim legs that I couldn't believe I never noticed before. As she moved around the backyard that afternoon, I found myself keeping a watchful eye on her and I was lucky enough to get a peek up her skirt at her little pink panties.

I had to keep telling myself, "Quit looking at her like that. She's your son's babysitter and she's only eighteen."

Now that she was eighteen, her parents allowed Angie to have a couple of glasses of wine as long as she was home. They figured it was safer for her to drink around the house rather than out somewhere with her friends. After a couple of drinks, she became more careless with keeping her legs closed and panties hidden from view. The more I drank, the more I looked too. I chided myself for looking at a young girl like that but it didn't stop me either.

That night, I was lucky enough to have sex with Karen. I have to admit, images of Angie flashed through my mind as I was fucking my wife. I kept thinking about those firm breasts bouncing around under her top and I wondered what Angie's pussy smelled and tasted like under those pink panties. I knew it was wrong to think of her like that but sometimes a guy just can't help himself.

From that day forward, any time Angie was at the house, I couldn't help but notice what she was wearing and tried to steal a peek down her blouse when she was dealing with Max. She would normally wear shorts around the house and I would check out her tight curvy ass as it stretched the fabric, especially when she bent over to pick up Max. One time she was sitting on the sofa with me while Max was watching TV and she had one leg up on the cushions. My eyes traced her bare legs from the tip of her polished toes to her calves, past her knees, and along those sweet thick thighs of hers. I even got a peek at her powder-blue panties through a gap in her shorts. As a bonus, I even got to see some pubic hairs pushing out of the sides of her panties. I had to keep stealing glances so she didn't notice I was secretly lusting after her soft legs and that I could see her panties. I wondered what her legs felt like and I wanted to see her hairy pussy.

One day, I came home from work at a normal time and I heard Angie and Max out in the yard. I went out on the back patio and almost had a fucking heart attack. It was a hot day and Angie set up a sprinkler for Max so he could run around and cool off. However, Angie was wearing a little bikini. It wasn't the most revealing swimsuit but it was enough to catch my attention. It showed quite a bit of her small cleavage and it rode up enough in the back to expose plenty of her ample ass cheeks.

I watched for a few moments with a grin on my face as Angie frolicked with my son under the light droplets of the sprinkler with her pert breasts bouncing and her ass cheeks jiggling just a bit as she ran around. Most of her teen body was exposed on that hot summer day and I realized Angie was now a young lady. When they saw me they stopped and ran over to me. Max gave me a big wet hug and Angie welcomed me home.

As we talked about the events of the day, Angie's light brown hair was dripping wet and her youthful body was covered with droplets of water streaming down her taut body. I desperately wanted to lick each one off of her as they rolled down her pretty face, down her shoulders and arms, over her chest and stomach, and down her legs. I chastised myself for what was going through my mind but that wasn't enough to keep me from lustfully looking at my son's babysitter.

Angie stayed for dinner that night and we ordered a pizza. The one thing that struck me was she never changed out of her bikini. I don't know if she knew I was checking her out and didn't mind or if she was trying to get my attention. I suppose she could have innocently thought I wasn't looking at her but that never crossed my mind. I used that opportunity to drink in every inch of her exposed skin and ponder what her hidden parts looked like.

After I got changed out of my work clothes, I poured myself a glass of wine and offered a glass to Angie. We sipped our drinks as we chatted on the patio while watching Max out in the yard. After several minutes, Angie must have figured out I was enjoying seeing her in her bikini. My eyes would drift from looking at her to glancing at her legs or chest. When I would look back at her she would be smiling just a touch with a look in her eyes that said, "Caught you."

As long as she didn't mind me looking at her, I felt emboldened to look even more. Angie lifted one leg onto the edge of her chair, leaving her legs open, almost brazenly daring me to look between them. I swear, I tried as best I could not to look but that would be expecting too much from a man that doesn't get laid that often. When Angie turned her head to look at Max, I immediately looked between her legs and saw wisps of pubic hair peeking out from the sides of her bikini bottoms. I knew I stared longer than I should have but I couldn't control myself or my thoughts. I wanted to rip those bottoms off and eat that tender pussy.

When I looked up, Angie was smiling at me and I began to blush a little knowing I'd been caught. Neither one of us said anything but she silently confirmed she enjoyed my manly stares. When the pizza came, Angie helped serve it to Max while I studied her ass cheeks flowing from the back of her bikini. She made no effort to pull the fabric out from between her cheeks either. It didn't matter to her that a good portion of her curvy butt was exposed.