Babysitters Erotica Collection(107)

Oh my god, it’s true, it’s true, I thought, horrified. Fred’s screwing around, oh my god, how do I deal with this, this can’t be-

“Fuck me, Mr. Garin!” Ashley cried out loud. “Oh, lord, I’m all yours!” She gave another heartfelt moan that sent ice down my spine.

I saw I had left the door connecting the living room and the kitchen ajar. I grabbed a chair, placed it behind the door, and sat on it. I peeked from behind the door and saw the position was perfect. I could see Fred and Ashley getting things hot and heavy on the couch, but they couldn’t see me, not even if they not busy screwing each other.

The sight made me incredibly sad, and it took a lot of willpower not to let a heart-wrenching cry escape my lips. I had always known Fred was sleeping with other women, but until now, I have never seen anything that would solidly prove his infidelity toward me.

My husband is cheating on me.

The furious part of me wanted to storm over to the couch and beat Fred and Ashley black and blue. God, I was so angry! I wanted to take the chair and table and slam the stuff into them. My calm, rational side, however, told me to sit where I am and not do anything drastic. Of course it hurts, but I wouldn’t get anything from beating my husband and the babysitter into unrecognizable lumps and shapes.

I decided to listen to my rational self talking. I sat where I was and waited for the ocean of fury inside me to recede. I took a peek from behind the door again and watched Fred and Ashley have mad, crazy sex.

The two were engaging in other round of foreplay this time. Their bodies were slick and glistening with sweat. Their bodies looked perfect together, and I felt a stab of jealousy slice through me. They were now upright: my husband was standing up on the couch, and Ashley was arranging herself into a kneeling position.

My husband’s cock stood out stiff and straight before him. It looked humongous. I had sucked, nibbled, and played with his penis countless times before, but I can never get over how big and large it was. I wondered how he could manage to get his entire dick inside Ashley, petite girl she was. Apparently, when there’s a will, there’s a way.

Ashley knelt in front of my husband’s rod. Her body, slick with sweat, looked magnificent. It practically glowed in the afternoon sun. I saw her ripe, juicy ass. I saw her curvy hips and tiny waist. I saw her perfectly round breasts with her pink nipples fully erect. Her long blond hair was hanging loose around her shoulders and on her back. Flushing from all that physical effort, Ashley looked smashing.

She appeared to be a sex goddess of some sort too. Her movements had none of that timid, hesitating quality associated with most first-timers in sex. Her movements were confident, purposeful, and fluid. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she was doing it very well.

Kneeling sexily in front of my husband, Ashley grabbed his dick with both hands. She didn’t take it into her mouth, at least not right away. What she did was run the huge rod all over her face, shoulders, and breasts, teasing Fred and herself at the same time. Fred moaned in ecstasy and grabbed Ashley’s blond hair with both hands. I looked at his face and saw his eyes were shut and his mouth was slightly open. Fred was in his element, all right.

Ashley saw this too, and she smiled. She caressed Fred’s penis from the tip to the base and back again. Her touch must be electric because Fred couldn’t stop himself from moaning and groaning. After stroking Fred’s penis for a few minutes, Ashley went on to touch his testicles. This made Fred grit his teeth and cry out even more.

“Ashley, you’re driving me mad,” I heard my husband say.

“We’re just beginning, Mr. Garin,” Ashley replied saucily.

I knew I should quit watching them and confront them right on the spot instead. But I couldn’t stop. The sight of my husband fucking another woman was terrible. Yet beneath that terrible image was a hidden pool of lust and arousal concealed mostly by my rage. It was crazy, but seeing my husband and the babysitter have a go at each other actually turned me on.

Incredible, I thought.

But the growing sticky feeling between my legs was saying otherwise. Reluctantly, I reached under the waistband of my skirt, shoved my panties aside, and felt for my most private part. I was surprised and horrified to discover I was indeed wet down there-and not just wet, mind you, but actually soaking wet!

I hastily removed my hand from down there and sat back on the chair. My eyes had grown wide, this time from surprise and shame. What was I doing? How could I be very wet at the sight of my husband cheating? Cheating, for Pete’s sake! I should be fuming mad and plotting revenge, not sitting on that lousy chair and becoming wet every minute as my husband thrust his organ hard inside another woman.