Her name was Jessica. My wife and I had hired her over a year ago to watch our children whenever we wanted to go out and do something together, or if both of us were running late at work. She was a very reliable babysitter and the kids got along with her too. She did a fantastic job and neither of us ever had an issue with her work. We paid her very well for her services to make sure she was tempted to watch someone else's kids for a better price. She was the perfect babysitter and we couldn't have been happier with her. She was a first year college student that didn't have any night courses and we paid in cash so this was a win-win for everyone.
There was one night where my opinion of Jessica changed forever. I was working overtime all week on a project that was due later that week. I was clocking twelve hour shifts and sometimes wasn't getting home until ten or eleven each night. That same week, my wife was called out to attend a very important conference so that particular week, Jessica was expected to rise above and beyond the call of duty and clock some major time at the house with the kids. There were no problems until late in the week when I returned home a little earlier than expected. My wife was not expected back for another four days and for a change, I left work a few hours early as the boss was tired and sent everyone home to get some sleep and tackle the project fresh the next morning.
When I arrived home, there was no one on the main floor. This wasn't surprising since the boys should be in bed at this point but where was Jessica? I didn't call out because I didn't want to risk waking the kids up. I put my jacket down on the couch and started to roam around the house. A part of me got scared that she wasn't here and had left the kids to get something at the store but that was not the case. Jessica was upstairs as I could hear her doing something. I quietly went up the stairs and both the boys rooms were closed and I quietly checked on them both and they were sound, completely zonked out.
The sound I had heard was coming from the master bedroom. I don't remember if we told Jessica to stay out of my bedroom, but you'd think that would be common courtesy. I slowly approached the bedroom and peeked inside through the cracked door and what I saw was shocking. Jessica was lying on the best that my wife and I sleep on, spread eagle and was masturbating! I'm always the kind of guy to look on the bright side, she at least wasn't stupid enough to bring a guy here and screw him when the kids were sleeping. But there she was, playing with her self and panting away as she neared an orgasm. I looked a little more and realized that she was inserting something inside herself and then I recognized it; my wife's dildo.
Finally after watching for a few moments, I softly knocked on the practically open door to announce my presence. Jessica looked up at me with a look of complete shock and she stopped what she was doing and turned a shade of red and started to apologize profusely. She had no idea I was going to be back so early and the kids were fine, she was just letting off a little stress.
"With my wife's dildo?" I quickly added.
"I'm so sorry!" Jessica said as she stood up and pulled her shirt down. She handed the dildo back to me and I could tell that it was covered in cum.
I quickly put it on the dresser and folded my arms. "I'm a little disappointed Jessica."
"It will never happen again." She promised.
"I know." I quickly replied. "Because you're fired."
She started to cry when I made that announcement, but I quickly shushed her to make sure she didn't wake the children. "I need this job, the money really helps because I don't have much left after I spend my student loans."
"All right." I said as this was a first time offence. Like I said before, it wasn't like she had brought a man home or anything. She was just playing with herself. I paused for a moment and then grinned. "Can I ask you something?"
