This story was actually told to me by a friend so I'm not taking credit for it as an original story. I did edit it a bit, but it's essentially as it was related to me.
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We'd had a great marriage. Seventeen years, three kids, a place at the lake with horses, and a fat retirement account built up. My wife's a great lady, to boot. She's hot in bed, even after three kids, and she's kept her body in good shape.
So what was it that made me wander?
Over the years we'd had a string of sitters, various teenage girls from the neighborhood, and never once did I ever give any of them a sideways look. Not once. Really. Until Emily came along.
How do I describe her? What she had? This strange aura that just pulled me into her universe like some damnable black hole? Her profound innocence coupled with a petite little body and a pixie-cut brunette mop just did something to my mind and I once I'd laid eyes on her and talked to her, I knew I had to fuck her nineteen year-old body and make her mine. And every time I'd look into her brown doe-eyes and experience her demure and submissive personality I'd find myself wanting to take her right there!
It took no small amount of planning on my part, but once I'd figured out the logistics the plan fell into place effortlessly. I hired Emily to sit for the whole weekend and the wife and I were off to the lake for a romantic time together. My wife, I may add, is allergic to peanuts. Emily showed up on time as usual and saw the wife and I off at the door.
Arriving at the lake the wife and I settled in and then went off to dinner at a special Thai restaurant I'd very carefully researched. My wife checked the menu and asked the waiter if there were any peanuts involved in the various dishes and he said no, there weren't. So she ordered with confidence and an hour later she was sick as hell from the filet of sole that was braised in peanut oil. My wife demanded that we head home right then and there and that the weekend was over until she felt better.
On the way home we had to make a few bathroom stops and we also had to pick up a few bottles of water so the wife wouldn't dehydrate. One of those bottles of water ended up laced with some of the horse tranquilizer we used when we shoed the palomino. When we finally got home she was zonked out and I needed Emily's help getting her into the house. I set the wife down on the fold-out sofabed in the living room and she was soon fast asleep. Emily asked if she could help as I undressed the missus and got her situated and I just let her watch. I got my wife under the covers just as the snoring commenced.
Emily then asked if she should go home and I told her it was much too late and, besides, she was already dressed for bed. Emily suddenly became acutely aware of her immodest attire and I noticed her nipples perk up under the tank top she was wearing along with the cutest little panties with teddy bears on them. The question came of where she was supposed to sleep since her sofabed was now occupied by my sick and drugged wifey.
Ah, to quote George Peppard, "I love it when a plan comes together!"
I told Emily she'd sleep in the master bedroom and I'd get changed up there and then come back down to sleep with my wife. My kids almost-naked babysitter followed me up the stairs to the master suite and sat on the bed talking to me as I brushed my teeth and did my nightly business in the master bathroom. I decided to not make too much of a shock to Emily and I only undressed down to my boxers. When I came out of the bathroom the girl's jaw about hit the floor!
I asked her to come see me to the door and she got up and walked to the door with me. Her face was so beautiful as I closed the door, locked it, and then flicked off the lights.
"What are you doing?" she asked me.
"Let me show you."
She trembled as I pulled her close and then lifted her chin with my hand as I placed my lips on hers.
"Mr. _________, we can't do this!" she ever so quietly protested.
