Dad fucks the Babysitter [M/F][cheating][hate fuck]

“The babysitter! Really, James, the fucking babysitter! You fucked the fucking babysitter! How fucking unoriginal! You ruined our fucking marriage with a cliche. You fucking asshole.”

She was right, and James knew it. The banality of the Dad fucks the Babysitter trope was not lost on him. He and Kiera had even joked about it, and looking back that joke may have been the seed that this whole sordid situation sprang from. And boy was it ever sprung, Kiera was pregnant, disowned by her own family for consorting with a married man. Allison, who had discovered the affair because James was not very clever when it came to be being dishonest, was irreconcilably angry, and rightly so. It was a mess.

“Where did you fuck her?”

“Everywhere.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Mouth, vagina, ass, everywhere.”

“Fuck you James, I meant where in the fucking house! You fucked her in the ass? Is it because I won’t do that, because I won’t let you do that to me, is that why?”

“Allison, it’s not like that, I…”

He was going to say ‘I love you,’ but thought better of it. It would be hard to convince his wife of 10 years that he loved her while trying to hide the erection that was forming from the thought of fucking their 18 year old babysitter in the ass, in the very same spot in the kitchen where they were now arguing. Kiera preferred anal sex, and due to the fact that she wasn’t on the pill, and James being a married man, never had condoms, it was just easier, safer. Kiera had bent over the very same counter that Allison was now leaning on, spread her own ass cheeks, and dared James to stick his face in. His saliva and her dripping wet pussy created plenty of lube, but he was barely able to stuff his fat cock into her sweet little ass. ‘Jesus fuck Mr. C, can you get it all in? Well, keep trying!’ Allison loathed anal, and it was reserved solely for James’ birthday, and even then it wasn’t a guarantee. If it did happen, James would be indebted for at least a month, ‘what do you mean I can’t have a new purse, I let you put it in my butt,’ or, ‘if this is the way you are going to behave afterwards, I don’t think I should let you do that to me anymore.’

“You what? What were you going to say?” Allison was not yelling for first time.

“I was just going to say that…”

“Nevermind, shut the fuck up, I don’t want to hear anymore of your bullshit.”

Allison was not yelling, but she was still very, very angry.

“Did you fuck her in our bed?”

“No.”

It was the truth, and Allison could tell that James wasn’t lying, he at least had spared her that decency. He had fucked her almost everywhere else in the hose, but never in their bedroom.

“Where then, where in our house did you fuck that girl?”

She was scream-crying now, and shaking, and staring James right in the eyes.

“There is no way you really want to hear this, you’re just upset and…”

“No, fuck that, you do not get to tell me my feelings, you do not get to make choices for me, not anymore, not ever, now tell me! Did you fuck her in here, huh? Did she make you cum in my kitchen?”

James didn’t answer at first, it seemed like a rhetorical question, but the long silence that followed told him he had better say something.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” Allison demanded, “Say it!”

“Yes, we had sex in the kitchen.”

“You didn’t have sex with her, we have sex, you have sex with your wife, you fucked her. You fucked her in our house, you fucked her my kitchen!”

Once again, Allison was right. The best word to describe the sexual relationship between Allison and James would be healthy. Not wild, or exciting, or adventurous, but it was definitely healthy, and satisfying. They had sex two to three times a week, in varying positions. Allison’s favorite was her lying on her back, with her legs either straight up in the air, or bent at the knees, James kneeling in front of her, pushing her knees into her chest, and pounding her so hard sometimes her eyes would water. She couldn’t orgasm from vaginal penetration alone, but on her knees, pressing the Hitachi against her clit, while James slid into and out of her from behind, that would send her into an orgasmic shudder in a matter of minutes. Allison didn’t care for cum, so he had to either finish inside of her, but not her mouth, or well away from her. A single misplaced drop of jizz created another debt, ‘Jesus Christ James! My hair, you got it in my fucking hair! You know how long it takes me to wash my hair, you can be such an asshole sometimes, you’d better make this up to me.’

“Tell me what happened. Tell me about how you fucked her in my kitchen.”

James knew he would have to answer this, but he and Kiera had fucked so many times, it was hard to get his mind to settle on just one. He figured if he had to recount one out loud, he ought to be as vague as possible.

“She went down on me, I came, what else do I have to say?”

“You’d better have a lot more to fucking say than that, our marriage is destroyed, and, for what, she went down on you, and you came? What a fucking joke. Did you cum in her mouth? Did you pull it out and have her stroke you until you shot a load all over her face? I know what kind of porn you watch, I know what you get off to, you fucking piece of shit. Did you cum it that girl’s mouth? Did you cum on her face, you know I fucking hate that shit! Tell me! I get to know all I want to know about this! Tell me now!

Allison new James very well, he had in fact cum on Kiera’s face, on her tits, in her mouth, in her hair. She would hold his cum in her mouth, and blow bubbles with it, she would lick it off of her fingers after she jerked him off.

“Yes, I came in her mouth, yes, I came on her.”

“Does she like that? I bet she does, fucking slut, fucking cum covered whore.”

Allison is no prude. Sure, she has become more reserved as she has gotten older, but she was never the type to talk dirty, she might occasionally let out a loud moan, or an oh yes, don’t stop. But yelling ‘cum covered whore,’ or saying to her husband, ‘did you cum in that girl’s mouth, did you cum on her, did she stroke you until you shot a load on her face,’ this was very far across the line for Allison. It was only after she had stopped yelling that she noticed that all the heat she was feeling in her body wasn’t anger. Images of James’ dick kept flashing into her mind. Everytime she thought about James and Kiera together, when she pictured it in her mind, it wasn’t Kiera, she saw herself getting jizzed on, she saw herself on her knees, or bent over, or with a mouth full of cum. It was as if she wanted those things, thinking about her husband fucking someone else in the ass made her want him to fuck her in the ass. This felt like even more of a betrayal, because now James had made her question her own desires, and that fed the anger, but it also stirred something else.

“When did this start? When was the first time, when did you decide to ruin my life, our marriage?”

Wisely, James had decided to have no part in the selection of the babysitter. Not that he had ever considered fucking the babysitter, but these things don’t become stereotypes out of nowhere, and he didn’t want any part of it. Never could there be a suspicion that he had chosen the babysitter based on any fantasy or desire. Outwardly, Allison made a great show of complaining about having to do all the work of hiring a babysitter by herself. Inwardly, she agreed with James, though they had never actually spoken it, it was best if she made the choice. The way Allison saw it, there were two options when it came to insuring her husband didn’t fuck the babysitter. First, find someone that was so unappealing, so unattractive that James would not want to have his dick anywhere near her. The other option was to find someone so fucking hot, so far out of his league that she wouldn’t let James’ dick anywhere near her. Allison opted for the later, because she didn’t really believe that there was anything to worry about, and she didn’t want anyone that unappealing around, it just seemed weird. So, Kiera was ultimately chosen because of her looks. And you would be hard pressed to do any better. She’s 5’5, fit, very athletic build, long dark brown hair, with eyes to match. Her full, pouty lips are a deep crimson that makes it look like she is always wearing lipstick. Large tits that would sag on anyone older, but they stood perky on her 18 year old frame. The first time James met her he was standing in the driveway, loading something into the car. It was a Saturday morning, Allison had worked the Friday night shift, and was sleeping already. When Kiera stepped out of her car, he just stared. She was wearing jean shorts of a respectable length, and a solid red V neck t-shirt. As she approached James, he thought, yes, if the opportunity ever presents itself, I would, I would not be able to stop myself. For James, that was when it started, but that is not what Allison meant.

“The night of the really bad thunderstorm.”

“Jesus Christ, James! That was almost a year ago. You’ve been fucking her for that long?”

James and Kiera had fucked countless times. Even when they weren’t fucking, James was thinking about her.

“You mean the night you drove her home?”

“Yes.”

Allison was crying again, and red with anger that seemed to be spilling over to rage.

“We had sex that night! When you got home! You had me after her!”

It had only been a blowjob, and he didn’t even cum, but James doubted these facts would help the situation, so he didn’t mention them. He and Allison had cut their night out short, because of the storm. Kiera wears these ridiculously huge glasses, she says she blind as a bat, and has terrible night vision, all of which are compounded by the rain. It was relatively early, so Allison suggested that James just drive her home. James made several excuses for why he didn’t think it was necessary, how would she get her car, can’t her parents just come pick her up? He was dying to be alone in the car with her, and would have done anything to make it happen. But he didn’t want to seem eager, he wanted her. When they pulled out of the driveway, Kiera said, without looking at him, ‘that was smart, and you played it well, I almost believed that you didn’t want to drive me home.’ ‘What do mean, Kiera, played what well?’ ‘It’s ok Mr. C., I see the way you look at me when your wife isn’t around, I know what you want, I want it too.’ ‘Whatever, what are you talking about, there’s nothing, I don’t want…’ But before he could mangle the obviously guilty denial anymore, Kiera took off her seatbelt, leaned across the center console, and unbuttoned his pants. She put just the head of his dick in her mouth, and swirled her tongue around it. He slid her t-shirt up, exposing her back, he was lightly rubbing his fingers up and down the length of her spine, he unsnapped her bra with one hand, but before he could make his way around to her breast, he had to make the turn onto her street. She sat back up, fixed her bra, and said ‘put that way, my dad will be waiting at the front door.’ James waved to Kiera’s father, made a point to not stare at her ass, and drove home in silent ecstasy. When he got home he joined Allison in the shower, he took her from behind while she used the massaging spray to get off. They climaxed simultaneously, both having a more powerful orgasm than any other in recent memory, James’ thoughts were fixed on Kiera’s lips on his dick, Allison was none the wiser.

“How many other times? How many times did you fuck us both? Did you fuck her while I was in the house? Did you?”

Allison began to wonder if she had ever tasted Kiera on James’ lips, or his cock. She wonder if Kiera knew what her pussy smelled like, if she could tell when James had been with her first that day. The thought of Kiera having to play second, having to taste her pussy when she went down on him made her feel better, even if for just a moment. Then she thought about them fucking right under her nose.

“Yes, usually when you are sleeping after nightshift.”

“Usually! This is something that usually happens! You usually fuck that bitch while I’m upstairs sleeping?”

Allison’s after work routine has not changed in years. When she gets home, she smokes her one cigarette of the day, standing in the back yard. She undresses in the garage, leaving her scrubs in the washer. She enters the house in only her bra and panties, and makes small talk with James while she pours her wine. Then she goes upstairs, and runs herself a warm bath. While the bath is filling up, she cleans herself thoroughly in the shower. Then, she lays in the warm water, sips red wine and touches herself, until she is completely relaxed. This ritual must not be disturbed, and James takes great care to ensure this. When she finishes her wine, Allison dries herself, and climbs naked into the soft clean sheets. Depending on her level of exhaustion, she will either finish herself off, or fall directly to sleep. James has to be out of the house by 8:30 on Saturdays to get to his second job, and Kiera usually arrives by 8, giving them thirty minutes of uninterrupted privacy. While Allison soaks in the whirlpool tub, James and Kiera fuck. It was on a Saturday morning that James first sucked her tits, that Kiera begged him to unload on her face, that he finished inside of her impossibly tight pussy. James couldn’t recall a Saturday morning in the past four months that he hadn’t cum in, or on Kiera.

“Yes, that’s when it usually happens.”

“Don’t you fucking hide behind it. Say what it really is! That’s usually when you fuck her!”

James saw the tears running down Allison’s face, he wanted to hold her, to comfort her, to make her feel better. He also wanted it to be Saturday morning, he wanted to be inside of Kiera.

“Say it! Say that’s when you fuck her!”

“That’s when I fuck her.”

Allison was picturing her husband fucking Kiera. The James in her mind was strong, he was confident, he was handsome, he was the type of older man that could easily land an extremely attractive 18 year old girl. It was getting to Allison, she could feel the warmth between her legs building, she was revolted by the idea of James fucking this girl, but also turned on by it. James, rock hard, putting it in and taking it out of Kiera’s ass, her hole not closing all the way when he pulled his fat cock out, her cute face wincing when he thrust it back into her again. Allison was getting wet. She was getting wet thinking about her husband fucking their babysitter in the ass.

“Give me your fucking phone.”

“What? Why?”

“Just give it to me, James, and stop fucking taking a tone with me, you fucking asshole.”

There is dry erase board on the door to the pantry where they make the grocery list. James takes a picture of the board before he goes to the grocery. There are probably a dozen or so old grocery list pictures on his phone. Allison was looking for an old one, convinced she had put something on the list that James had forgotten. She was looking through his deleted pictures when she saw it. A young girl, on her knees, a hooded sweatshirt unzipped enough to her show her breast, smiling, the picture was a selfie style, and showed the girl from the waist up. Allison was so shocked to see a picture of another woman’s tits on her husband’s phone that she didn’t recognize it was Kiera. She thought it was some porn that James had downloaded and didn’t know how to get rid of. When she looked at it again, later that day, she realized it was Kiera, and that her husband had been fucking her. She was blinded by rage, and didn’t notice anything else in the picture. Now, she noticed that it was in fact a selfie, that Kiera had taken herself. Small, cloudy white streams could be seen trickling down her breast, and the picture was taken on the screened in porch on the back of the house. James thought he had deleted it, which he had, but it remained in his deleted items, waiting like a time bomb to ruin their lives. Allison handed the phone back to James, letting him see what she had been looking at. James felt so stupid, so fucking careless, he could have avoided all of this if he had just remember to empty his deleted folder. What a fucking idiot is all he could think. But he couldn’t stop looking at that picture. He was getting hard thinking about when Kiera had taken it. Allison was having some of her work friends over for a sort of girls night in. James was out back, grilling food for them. Kiera had come outside to tell him that the kids were bathed and in bed, and that she was leaving. James was disappointed that he didn’t have a chance to fuck her, but Allison was right inside, it was just too risky. Kiera unzipped her hoodie, showing off her perfect breasts, and dropped to her knees, right in front of James. ‘How fast can you cum?’ ‘Kiera! She’s right inside there, jesus.’ She sucked him, and jerked him, played with his balls, and pinched her nipples and made him cum all over tits, in just under two minutes. She took the picture, and handed the phone back to James, his cum was still dripping down her when she zipped up and walked away towards the drive way. James was so lost in the memory that he hadn’t noticed that Allison had walked out to the porch. When he got out there, she was on her knees, in approximately the same spot where Kiera had covered herself in his cum. Allison unbuttoned her top, pulled it open, and revealed her large breasts. She was rubbing her tits and pulling at her nipples.

“That was the night my girlfriends were over?”

“Yes.”

“I was standing right on the other side of the wall, drinking margaritas that you made. My friends telling me how lucky I am to have such a good husband. And you were out here, fucking her, cumming on her, while I was a few feet away, thinking about how nice you were, how I was going to repay you for being such a good host. You fuck. You sorry fuck. Get over here!”

“What?”

“Get the fuck over here, and get your fucking dick out!”

“Allison, I don’t think this…”

“I don’t fucking care what you think, it doesn’t matter, and it will never matter again, now get over here, and get it out.”

James did as Allison commanded, he stood in front of her, and pulled his pants down, his cock was almost fully erect, and he had no idea what was about to happen. Allison took it into her mouth, all of it, all the way down. She went slow, when she got his dick wet enough, she stroked it, while sucking his balls. When she felt his muscles begin to tighten, his breathing become faster and shallower, she knew he was close. She jerked him until she knew was going to explode, then she aimed his dick at her chest, and for the first time in 10 years of marriage, James came all over Allison’s tits. She did her best to smile through the tears that were streaming down her face, and took James’ phone, and snapped a selfie. James heard the sent message tone, and correctly assumed that Allison had just sent her selfie to Kiera.

“I want you to fuck me, fuck me like you fuck her.”

“Allison, I don’t think….maybe you should take a minute….I don’t know what you are hoping to…”

It was too late, Allison was already walking back into the kitchen, removing the rest of her clothes as she went. Completely naked, bent over the counter, and sobbing loudly, Allison looked helpless, and defeated.

“You owe me, you fucking owe me this and you better do it. Fuck me like you fuck her. Make me feel like her, make me feel wanted again.”

James had tears of his own forming now. He was too emotionally shaken by the site to get hard, he wanted to give Allison what she was demanding, even though he knew it was not what she really wanted, or needed, but he couldn’t.

“Get over here! Get over and fuck me! What, my ass isn’t good enough? Can’t you even get it up, you fucking loser?”

James rammed his hand in between her legs, rubbing her pussy, spreading her lips, stroking her clit. She was wet, and getting wetter, and he used her fluids to lube her ass. One finger, two fingers, he forced a third finger into her ass and she let out a moan that sounded more like pain than anything else. He fingered her ass and stroked his cock until he was hard enough to get it in. He grabbed her by the hips, and entered her ass without the normal delicacy, tenderness, that he usually used when she allowed him to do this to her. He was ferocious, relentless, he pounded away at her ass as she cried. She massaged her clit, trying to feel some pleasure, but I was out of her reach, she couldn’t get past something in her mind, something was blocking her ability to feel anything good. It was Kiera. Allison began imaging James and Kiera fucking. She pictured Kiera’s firm breast being pressed against the cold counter top. She imagined Kiera tight ass taking this ravaging from James’ thick cock. She was beginning to feel it, the warm tingling that spreads out from her pussy, letting her know that she is close. When she thought she couldn’t take anymore, that she was going to cum, she imagined that she was Kiera, and that sent her physical pleasure to a place that it had never been. Her orgasm was strong, and penetrating, she felt it in every part of her body, her legs gave out, and she fell to a heap on the floor at James’ feet. Her emotional pain was in place that it had never been before, and she was shaking she was crying so hard. As she collapsed, her orgasm had sent James over the edge, and he couldn’t stop the cum from shooting onto her, onto her face, in her open mouth, in her hair.

“Get the fuck out! Get the fuck out of here, you fucking asshole!”

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