The Babysitter – “my secret wife” [TW: CNC] [Age Play] [Str8] [Cheating] [Based on a True Story]

[Based on a true story with identifiable information changed]

[Everyone in the story both true and fictionalized is a consenting adult over 18]

[TW: CNC or mention of coercive sex][but its ok its hot and consensual]

Only a few months into nannying for the Drake family and they let me know things would be changing due to the divorce. They seemed really unbothered by the change and mostly focused on their 8 year old son, Charlie or as he demanded we call him, Zee. They wanted to know if I would be willing to work more hours and eventually at two locations in order to help Zee have some consistency through the process. For such a nice family who never underpaid me for my time, it hardly seemed like a burden – more like an incredible opportunity. Plus, Zee was a pretty cool kid and despite his austere exterior, I knew was upset about the separation, so I was happy to help anyway I could to soften the blow.

Although very quickly the tension set in when it turned out the house – despite having incredible “old bones” – wasn’t ready for the market. A few relatively inexpensive repairs they said would make for better offers, but during the pandemic, labor wasn’t cheap and often unavailable for months so that pushed the move out date well into the future. That was hard on the parents Kim and Aaron, I could tell. Aaron had moved into the basement guest room which was frankly nicer than my own apartment but you could tell the idea of living in a guest room for 6 more months was irritating to him. And Kim too seemed eager to move on.

Kim began to travel for work more often and those weeks were definitely lucrative for me. More than their nanny, I became essentially a major domestic support system for Aaron. It felt sometimes like I was a second wife in the family: managing Zee’s after school schedule, folding laundry, picking up groceries. Actually, I think this is something Aaron said first, “you’re like the secret wife.” I thought it was charming.

It was during a week when Kim was leaving town that he offered me one of the easiest babysitting gigs yet – coming over after Zee was already put to bed to watch the house and leaving when he was done with meeting friends definitely by 3am. I planned to use my time wisely, to catch up on reading but as it turns out, I fell asleep on the couch to the fireplace and woke up only to a gentle nudging. Aaron was home and his arm softly touched my shoulder to wake me up from a rather deep sleep. “Morning,” he said in the dark, the fire place embers now letting off the only light in the room: an ambient and pulsing glow.

He had a blanket in one hand and handed it to me, “If I overstayed and you need to crash on the couch, please be my guest. You can always leave in the morning.” I took the blanket, noticing suddenly I was cold & shuddering, but sat up promptly – alert but slightly drowsy from the heavy nap. “No, I’m awake just – give me a second.” I must have looked confused because Aaron let out a sharp laugh, “or third option is you can have a drink with me,” he said as he wandered toward the kitchen.

I stood up to follow with the blanket draped around me, feeling oddly more at home here than my own apartment which had become somewhat neglected. I turn the corner to the kitchen and he hands me a class of red wine, a bitter but oddly intriguing Chianti. I suddenly sense a mood shift, something untamed and wild around me. I look at Aaron to discern where the radiating energy is coming from and realize it’s him, staring at me with a confident yet detached gaze.

I look into my wine and make some small talk, nothing I can remember now or that mattered at all. It was a distraction from the feeling I wasn’t yet ready to name or admit. But he was, he seemed to have thought about this moment, or at least was very prepared to step into it. He set his wine on the table and dropped to his knees, began to inch closer while making eye contact with me. And then he said those words again, “my secret wife.”

I just stared back, unable to grasp what was happening. This charming man who was like a father figure to me only a few hours prior was now on his knees, seemingly about to explode with sexual desire. And I found myself seeing him in a completely different way for the first time; despite being twice my age having very attractive features to me both masculine and soft, playful and serious, dark and light. He was a large man but on his knees, his head was at my belly length and his size seemed more approachable. Still, despite being underneath me, he had a power over me that I couldn’t deny.

He bit his lip and put a hand on my leg, at the part of skin not covered by my knee high socks and not yet underneath my white pleated skirt. His thumb stroked the fuzzy hairs of my leg and he seemed to admire the way his hands nearly grasped around my entire thigh. He looked back up at me before his hand firmly rose up my skirt and his thumb pressed squarely against my clit. I let out a moan and shudder as he began to slowly rub my clit over my panties. I closed my eyes and began to pant: this wasn’t happening, I could be napping still? Yes, I could be dreaming.

“Yes baby girl,” he said as he noticed my hips begin to respond. Then wordlessly, his entire head slips under my skirt and I feel him rubbing his face against my cunt through the panties. It doesn’t feel like I’ve done anything bad yet, it doesn’t feel like we’ve done anything yet. Just bumping into each other really – right? Just some very… strange hugging, nudging?

Suddenly the cognitive distortions catch up to me: I am in a kitchen and a man who is technically still married is fully up my skirt. I’m the babysitter but I’m acting like a slut or maybe an escort. This isn’t a good look. But its at that moment I feel him push my panties aside and begin to tongue my clit. I melt into him more and he pushes me into the wall, using this moment to dig deeper into my cunt. This is some of the best head I’ve ever received, no lie. And in the brightness of an over lit kitchen while trying to balance a glass of wine. The wine! I should set this down. I reach towards a table but he senses me move and again dives in deeper, forcing me to drop the glass of wine which shatters.

“Daddy?” we hear Zee open his door and begin to investigate the sounds, standing at the top of the stairs and calling down. Visibility isn’t an issue – yet, but suddenly I become nervous, self aware. I close my legs as Aaron stands up, “It’s me Zee, Daddy just dropped something but you can go back to bed”

A pause. No response. Did he hear more? My moaning? Then finally a response, “ok goodnight.” And the clear but muffled sound of his feet wandering back into his room and climbing his bunk bed ladder.

After that pause and tension, we break out into almost teenager like giggling. Aaron comes closer to embrace me in a hug while we are still laughing but as he gets closer, the tension builds. Suddenly I see his size, a powerful older man reaching towards me and I become supple and soft. He feels that vulnerability and lifts me, kissing me deeply. “God I’ve wanted this forever.”

I don’t believe it, I can’t – I had never sensed this passion from him before. But the way he’s kissing me makes that statement believable. Suddenly I am remembering past moments that now feel coded, sexualized although covertly. He pushes me against the wall as our kissing becomes intensified, I feel my own clitoris pulsing with desire and his bulge push into the soft lips of my hips. Already holding me, he promptly carries me down stairs to his basement room, now two floors separated from Zee where a little more noise is possible – I am quietly giggling, again feeling very young and playful and excited.

We reach his room however and the reality of the situation starts to hit me again. This is a married man (technically) and my relationship to the family is now pretty affirmed. I feel very guilty and wrong. He tosses me on the bed thinking things are still playful and mounts me. But he notices something has changed.

“What’s wrong, princess?”

“We can’t do this,” I whisper.

“Who says?” He asks, kissing me. I turn away and reject it.

“You know its wrong. Kim could come home, Zee could hear us. This isn’t a good idea.”

“This feels so good, don’t say you don’t feel it too,” he says now lowering his weight on to mine. I feel his heaviness, his power, and his dick now extremely hard pushing into my cunt through his pants and my underwear.

“It feels good but…” I get distracted by him rubbing up against me, a mild humping that feels incredible enough to convince me to linger a little longer. I let him kiss me this time and begin to feel overtaken again by his energy. My body does clearly want him and I think I want him too.

But I don’t like the idea of being a homewrecker, I can’t get over the guilt I feel and mostly feel obliged to be responsible here. So I make up a justification, as fake as it is. “The age difference is too much, I’m half your age.” He lets out a moan at that, clearly the age difference is exactly what’s getting him off.

“And we’re being too loud,” I whisper harshly – I’m starting to resent myself for sounding like a tattle tale. But I’m also starting to resent him for making this so hard for me. And his body is still physically on me, rubbing against me.

“I’ll help you be quiet,” he says as he lifts off of me but covers my mouth. He then reaches into his pants to unzip his fly and pull out his girthy cock. His legs spread my legs and he begins to lean into me, his cock maneuvering around my panties to try to find the opening. I begin to squirm and try to lift him off me but he’s heavy and big. One hand is covering my mouth and the other is pushing his cock in to me, or at least trying.

When suddenly we hear the door upstairs open and the sound of high heels across a wood floor; a suitcase drops, a jacket on the couch. Kim is home. And while we are in the basement, well away from her sight line, the door is open to a hallway where the sounds would easily reach her. Aaron and I look at each other dead in the eyes with shared concern. He lifts his hand off my mouth and the situation de-escalates a bit. I don’t want to be discovered and I’m sure he doesn’t want to either.

But he sees the look in my eyes and moves right next to my ear to whisper again, “I’ll help you be quiet” as his cock now slips into the mouth of my cunt and he uses both hands now to pull my hips down fully on to his hard cock. The sensation is incredible, deeply penetrating me. I arch intensely and want to cry out but his wife is still rummaging around, nearby still.

I mouth the words, no, as he starts to rock my hips and bounce himself into me. The squishing sounds of my wet pussy feel like they are extremely loud and audible though that may be an overreaction. The slower pace means each stroke feels so warm with intensity. It feels like he is always about to cum but he doesn’t, he just slowly pumps me as I try not to moan.

We hear his wife wander into the kitchen and a sudden “oh?” as she sees the broken wine glass. She mutters something irritated and begins to clean it up. Aaron now begins to pump me more. I’m shaking my head no but my legs betray me and open wide, taking him in and making it as easy as possible. My cunt is practically a pond, it is so wet and the slurping noises are at this point probably audible but not over the sounds of glass crackling and sweeping.

I am silent and obedient now. I want it all as he begins to penetrate me steadily, deeply, roughly and yet paradoxically silent. His wife’s rummaging upstairs makes it feel like she is here with us as he takes me secretly, entirely – the baby-sitter.

His cock is now so hard, the hardest I have been fucked really in my life. Aaron grabs my neck with one hand and my thigh with the other, opening me and pushing me deeper on to his cock. I feel like a little sex doll, my wet hole completely open to him to use and my body reaching a state of natural submission.

I can feel him become more intense, pounding me faster. He leans down to whisper, “I’m going to cum. Where should I cum?”

Without thinking, I mindlessly reply: “don’t ask me, *tell* me where you want to cum.”

He leans back up over me, grabs my neck and hips tighter, holds me more firmly and says “I am going to cum inside you.”

“Yes Daddy,” I say as he thrusts deeply, my legs split wide open and the jaw of my cunt trying to contain all of him. He pushes it as deep as he can in to me as I feel him explode inside of me. The feeling of his cock pulsing makes me feel like I am cumming too – or maybe I just simply am cumming with him. I feel like the silence is so loud and magnifies the feeling tenfold. In the afterglow of that cum, all we can do is stare intensely, silently, with his cock and cum buried deep in me as the foot steps of his wife head up the stairs.

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[note: this is my first erotica. let me know how I did please. I can continue more about this basically true story with identifiers changed. there are definitely more parts to this story that could be told. I would love to know if there’s interest first.]

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/sukjoo/the_babysitter_my_secret_wife_tw_cnc_age_play