I was spent, my cock was slowly deflating, still wrapping loosely in the sticky condom. My wife lay snoozing beside me sent to dreamland by a late night fucking. This was an anomaly in our household. Monthly sex in the morning or early evening was our typical fare after five years of marriage, two kids and never enough time.
But that night I was horny as hell, groping my wife at every opportunity, pressing her into corners just outside our kids gaze, whispering dirty words into her ears and making her blush. What got into me?
It was the day of our daughter's third birthday party. Family and friends came, and overall it was pretty successful. Enough kids and toys to let them mostly to themselves, and give the grown-ups time to chat.
One late arrival, was our kids long time late babysitter, Sandy, up from college. We had witness her blossom into a beautiful young lady and missed her being around to babysit the kids. She was in town and stopped by for the party, looking as hot and pert as usual in a pair of tight jeans and unseasonal t-shirt. She had long red hair, big tits and a tight athletic body. Her green eyes and freckles might make you think she was four years younger, but her body was clearly adult. I had seen her grow from a early developed adolescent, to a stacked teen, and now a curvy adult. She was my cousin's husbands little sister, so I knew her before she was our babysitter.
When she was in her early teens, I would banish any dirty thought I had when she would bend over showing off her blossoming breasts, or when she was wearing those tight sweats that were the rage a while back. In her teen years, I would look away when she showed up in a belly shirt and low rise jeans. Later, a couple of years into her babysitting, I would more brazenly gaze upon her beauty as I drove her home, counting on her to assume no man my age would even look. I sometimes asked her questions about boys and such, dancing around questions of sex and lacing my thoughts with innuendo. She was, by all accounts, the measure of a pure and virginal girl. A devout Mormon, with a desire to do things right. I wanted her then, but, the absurdity and perverseness of it, kept me at bay. What 18 year old could be attracted to a stout 30 something? At best, it would cost me marriage, at worse some jail time. So I kept my dirty old man routine to something I could plausibly deny, a mere healthy interest in her wellbeing. She eventually went off to college, and we saw little of her except holidays and such.
I had been feeling horny all day, I don't know why, but I caught myself watching her across the room and decided to leave her proximity, lest I betray myself. I wound up in the kids' room, watching them and trying to clean up after them. It was like trying to control the chaos in the kids playroom, picking up toys as yet another box of them was burst open. As the only adult in a room full of kids I was about at my wits end. Then, I felt a presence behind me.
Leaning down she said in a normal voice. "Steve, you are looking really good. How much weight have you lost?"
I felt a small blush, she was pretty close behind me. Nearly touching, her mouth close enough to my ear that she could have bitten it, if she chose to.
"About fifteen pounds, last I checked." I managed
I had begun a low effort diet, mostly just avoiding snacks, desserts, and seconds. And it was paying off. Moreso than I imagined.
"Well, you look really good. Really" She said in tone of surprised discovery, like 'what have we here?" Her hand was touching my back and lingering for a moment. I didn't respond. She was barely nineteen, and I was happily married right? But I felt a stirring, there in the playroom, that I was afraid to address. If she noticed anything, she didn't betray it. Perhaps she thought I was coming off coldly to her. Maybe it was best she did.
But all those nights imaging her hot body under, atop or around mine had built up a fantasy that the slightest provocation could set off. I pretended not to notice, as she broke contact and headed back to the party.
The rest of the party went as usual, I played host, and tried to keep things in order. Eventually people started leaving. She was among the first to go. She gave everyone bigs hugs, and when she came to me. She moved in close and her lips seemed to brush against my neck. As we hugged one of my hands strayed down her back and lightly touched her ass as we parted. It was like one of my fantasies, but it was never supposed to happen. It felt as amazing I imagined, but I quickly withdrew my hand fearfully. She couldn't have not noticed it. But she said nothing, she didn't even look at me. Perhaps she had other dirty old men groping her, and had learned to shrug it off. I felt guilty as sin as she left the house.
That was several hours ago. We'd cleaned the house, put the kids to bed, and fucked like bunnies late into the night. I will say that whiled fucking my wife, I thought only of her. But I wouldn't have felt so passionate if it weren't for Sandy and our touches.
So here I was enjoying the post coital bliss of some teen induced eros. When the phone rings. I glance at the clock 2am. My wife stirs a little, I pull myself out of bed and answer.
"I am so sorry to call you. But I didn't know who else to call. My jeep broke down, I am stuck in the middle of nowhere!" She was sobbing.
"It's okay, of course, you can call us." I reply trying to sound awake "Do you know where you are?" I ventured.
"I think I saw a sign for exit 234 on I40." She answered. "It's raining and the car won't start, and it is so dark, I'm scared." She sounded panicked.
"Who is it?" My wife called from bed, "What do they want?"
"It's Sandy, She's stuck in the rain, her jeep broke down."
My wife got up and and got to the phone. She tried to calm Sandy down and coax some more information from her.
Meanwhile, I got up and pulled some sweatpants on.
