The Babysitter | CH.03 | [Mf] [Cheating] [Age gap] [Rough sex] [BDSM themes]

**You should read the previous chapters first.**

[chapter 01](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xh1u0s/the_babysitter_ch01_mf_cheating_age_gap/) | [chapter 02](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xmhwer/the_babysitter_ch02_mf_cheating_age_gap_light/)

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*I peacefully awoke to pale sunshine spilling through my blinds as they gently swayed with the wind. I took a deep breath. The smell of hot coffee danced its way up the stairs, entwined with hints of smoky bacon and something doughy.*

*”Sugar.”*

*I breathed out as I arched my back and stretched every limb out as far as they’d extend. I could hear the leaves rustling from the tree outside. The birds sang. They weren’t the only ones.*

*”Ahh, honey, honey.”*

*I followed those sweet sounds. They seemed to be radiating that equally sweet, smell. What was that last one? Freshly baked bread?*

*”You are my candyyy guuuurl.”*

*No. Pancakes.*

*”And you got meeee wanting yoouuu!”*

*Perfect.*

*She pulled off my own clothes better than I did. Well, it was just a tee shirt. Way too big for her. But she looked as sexy as ever, singing and dancing her heart out in the kitchen.*

*”Good taste in music.” I said.*

*Camille turned and faced me.”Well, it’s been stuck in my head, since you keep humming it all the time.”*

*”I’m always happy to introduce the younger generation to some* ***real*** *music.” I smiled.*

*”Okay grandpa.” She chuckled.*

*She turned back around and flipped over some nice, crispy bacon. Though it was the sight of her creamy legs prancing around under my tee shirt that was making my mouth water.*

“*Grandpa?” I said.*

*”Yeah, You sound like my grandpa. You sleep like him too.” She added.*

*I slowly moved closer to her.*

*”Well someone kept me up past my bed time.” I joked. “Plus I needed time to recover my energy. I’m not in my twenties anymore.”*

*”Oh, that’s right.” She teased. “I forget you’re like, a senior citizen.”*

*I rested my hands on her hips as they continued to sway rhythmically side to side. “Only on the inside.”*

*She turned around to face me again. Throughout all the smells in the kitchen, her scent was most potent to me. I could have picked up on it from a mile away. She reached her arms up around my neck.*

“You’re not even listening now!” Evelyn hissed.

I returned to the present.

“Yes, I was.”

No, I wasn’t.

I had developed a habit of zoning out and drifting away with my thoughts. Thoughts of Cami. Reminiscing a past encounter. Fantasizing a new. Just wishing I was with her in that very moment. It was happening all the time. When I was talking to my wife. When I was at work. Pretty much anytime I wasn’t with Cami. That girl had me under a spell.

And though I wasn’t really listening to what Evelyn had been saying, my brain had managed to retain two key words.

“You were talking about *girl’s night*.” I said nonchalantly.

“Right. So you don’t mind if I go again next week?”

My heart jumped. Another weekend with Cami? Just one week away? Incredible! I just had to hide my excitement.

“Sure.” I shrugged. “I think it’d be good for you…for us. You could take the kids to your parent’s again. I wouldn’t mind another chance to unwind a little.”

At this point, I was past feeling bad about cheating. Though I did feel a little bad about turning her down for sex the other week. I told her I was tired. The truth was that I couldn’t do it, not after what had just happened with Cami. But the truer truth, was that I didn’t want to do it. Not with Evelyn. And I think she saw that, that night. So I did feel a little bad about it.

I started to wonder if that was the point of no return for our relationship. Maybe if I never cheated, never allowed things with Cami to progress, then I would have not only been able to have sex with my wife that night but I would have been excited to do it.

But deep down, I knew that wasn’t true. It was tough to accept but the fact of the matter was that I had stopped feeling attracted to my wife long before Cami and I had a thing. Maybe that’s what caused the rift all along. I don’t know. Feelings are fucking weird, sometimes. I had still been craving love and affection from my wife until Cami fulfilled my needs.

In fact, if it wasn’t the weekly scraps of affection I had been getting from her before – just her little comments and subtle touches – I probably would have given up on my marriage far sooner. I wanted to fight to save it but you can only fight for so long before it starts to feel impossible. I had started to feel unlovable. But Camille saved me from that. Seeing her got me through each week. It gave me the strength to keep fighting.

But I finally realized that the whole time, I had just been delaying the inevitable. So why was I still trying to salvage that relationship? Maybe it was finally time for me to make a decision, pick a side, and cross that bridge. Well, I suppose I might as well let Evelyn enjoy girl’s night first. I decided I’d tell her I wanted a divorce after.

But in the meantime, she had girl’s night next week. And before that, we had date night that night. And before that, we had the Miller’s barbecue.

We had been friends with Jimmy Miller and his wife for years. And every summer they hosted a barbecue in their backyard. It was your pretty average neighborhood do. Mostly filled with other parents. These kinds of things were exciting for married folk. Plus it gave them a chance to let their kids run rampant with other little shits around someone else’s place and with any luck, tire them out. Throw in free food and a huge pool underneath the hot sun and you’ve got an invite that’s hard to turn down.

Evelyn and I headed over to their place. It seemed a little more packed than usual. A few unfamiliar faces here or there. We exchanged pleasantries with Jimmy and his wife then our kids soon dragged Evelyn to the pool. I grabbed a beer and made small talk with some of the guys.

That was when it happened. Like something out of a movie. Time slowed and all eyes fell on her. Camille gracefully lifted herself from the pool, her soaking, porcelain skin shining underneath the burning sun. The sleek blonde hair that usually fell down her back instead curled over the sides of her face in a wet frizz.

A little, red two-piece showcased her delicious figure. Water trickled over her small chest. Her tight body glistened. Her wet bikini-bottoms had found themselves swallowed up by her big, beautiful butt. It bounced with each step as she strode across the grass. You could literally see heads turn as she passed them.

I knew I didn’t have any right to feel possessive or something like that, but I didn’t like the fact that so many guys were blatantly staring at her. Either they had no idea what subtlety was or I was just becoming vividly aware of the way men gawked at Cami. Not that I blamed them one bit, of course. I did the same. But I didn’t like standing there whilst everyone else just ogled her.

I walked over to a large table that was littered with snacks, condiments and some paper plates. I didn’t feel like eating, Especially since I still had a date with Evelyn later that night. But I pretended to eye up the food as I sipped my beer.

“Hey, Coop.” Jimmy said as he approached from behind me. “How are you? How are things with the ol’ ball and chain?”

“Uh, yeah. Fine.” I kept my back turned.

I had confided in Jimmy about my marriage troubles some months ago, but I didn’t feel like talking about it again. I kinda wished I had just kept it to myself in the first place.

“Fine…huh. Well, good… but if you don’t mind me asking, what’s the deal with you moving into the spare room, then?” He probed.

I should have figured, really. Gossip spread like wildfire between married couples. All it would have taken was Evelyn telling just one of her friends for it to become public knowledge.

Then again, I didn’t know if she really considered any of those women her friends. They never seemed to go to her girl’s nights.

A little space can be helpful.” I said blandly.

“Sure.” He replied weakly. “Look, I-I didn’t mean to press, I just wanted- oh, Hi Camille.”

I swung around faster than I had meant to.

“Hi, Mr Miller.” She smiled politely at Jimmy.

That damn smile made me weak every time I saw it. It always did and always would.

“Thanks for inviting me.” She added.

“Of course, honey. You’re welcome, any time.”

She reached across the table and grabbed herself a plate.

“Cami. Uh C-Cam…Camille.” I stuttered. “Hi.”

I stumbled over myself a lot when her and I were together in public. Her allure made my brain foggy but I could handle it when it was just the two of us. In private, I felt confident. But as soon as we were around others, I felt the pressure. Paranoia maybe. Like everyone suspected I was doing something wrong. She was a lot better at handling it than I was. If anything, she seemed to like the thrill, the risk. She revelled in being naughty.

Cami brushed her hair behind her ear and flashed me a devilish smirk. She had a mischievous look in her eyes. It seemed to always be there when they were on me.

“Hi, Mr Cooper.”

Jimmy thankfully plodded off. I waited until he was long gone to open my mouth again.

“That’s sir to you.” I said quietly.

“Oh, I’m sorry, *sir*.” Cami giggled. “I guess I need some more spankings for that.” She purred.

“You bet your ass you-” I stopped what I was saying when I noticed someone else approaching.

I quickly cut myself off by placing my beer bottle to my lips. It froze there when I watched in horror as some scrawny looking kid stretched his long arm around Cami.

She cleared her throat and leaned into his embrace.

“Jamie, this is Mr Cooper.” She said. “I babysit his kids. Mr Cooper, this is Jaimie … *my boyfriend.*

Well.

How about that.

**The Babysitter | Chapter 3 | Aspen Bliss**

“I gotta run babe, I’ll call you later.” He said.

Ew, gross.

Then he kissed the top of her head and slithered off. She went back to browsing the food selection. I waited for her to say something.

She didn’t.

I could feel those eyes that were following Cami around burning through her and into me. I felt like I should have just left it.

I didn’t.

“You have a boyfriend.” I said. My tone was more accusatory than I had meant.

“Yeah?” She replied casually. “And you have a wife.”

“You never told me this before.” I muttered.

Cami tilted her head. “I thought you knew. After all, you married her.”

“I meant about your boyfriend.”

She frowned. “Would it have changed anything?”

“No.” I said instantly. I didn’t even have to think about it.

“So what’s the problem?” She asked. “Are you like… jealous or something?”

“Jealous?” I scoffed. “Of course not.”

“Right…well then…good.”

“Good.” I concurred.

There was an awkward pause.

“So I’ll see you before your date tonight.” She cooed.

“You bet.” I nodded.

Then I watched her drift away.

*Ha, jealous. Why would I be jealous of some lanky punk?*

Not that I was one to make rash decisions based on people’s appearances.

But that guy was definitely a little shit anyway, so fuck him.

Jealous though? That’s funny. So funny, I kept laughing about it in my head all the way through to Cami showing up at my house that evening.

I felt strangely uneasy as I opened the door. “Hi.”

Her scent immediately swarmed me. With each encounter it seemed more powerful. She stopped being able to sneak up on me like she did at the supermarket because I was able to recognize her from further and further away.

I was like a sniffer dog.

That night it was quite an earthy fragrance.

“Hi.” She said back.

Her expression seemed different. That mischievous look wasn’t in her eyes. That devilish grin wasn’t on her lips.

She had her bag draped over her shoulder. She held her hands in front of her tummy and twiddled her thumbs. Her black red and white striped polo shirt hid her body as it met her little denim skirt at the waist.

She came in and placed her bag on the kitchen counter. I told her the kids would be down in a few minutes. She just nodded along and then things were silent. For the first time, things felt truly weird between us. I didn’t like it but I thought I knew why it was happening. And I probably should have left it alone.

“So, how long have you and uh …” I cleared my throat. “…been together?”

Camille shrugged. “I mean we…we never like, made it official. But he started taking me on dates like a month ago. Maybe two. I’m not really sure.”

There was another short silence.

“And now here we are.” She added.

I hated that awkward tension between us. I hated that it was making us both feel weird.

I wanted to grab her and kiss her right there. And not just in a sexual way but in a *’remember that you’re mine’* kind of way.

But I didn’t.

And she wasn’t.

“So how did you guys-”

She interrupted me. “I don’t want to talk about it. Or him.”

“Why not?” I frowned.

“Why do you?”

“I’m just … curious.”

“Curious, huh? Is that all it is?”

“What else would it be?”

Somehow we were suddenly standing toe to toe. Those pure blue eyes of hers looked bigger than ever as she stared up at me. I felt a heat bouncing between our bodies. I slowly ducked my head and she lifted herself on her tip-toes. Our lips were pulling together like magnets. I rested my fingers on her wrists. The closer our faces got, the higher my fingers traced up her arms. The higher they traced up her arms, the tighter my grip on them became. Then I lifted her just a little more and our noses brushed together. I felt her warm, minty breath on my face.

And then there was the pounding of footsteps coming down the stairs and we both jumped out of our skins. I quickly turned and pretended to be looking in the refrigerator. She waited with open arms as my little racketmakers swarmed her.

Evelyn came down shortly after and we said goodbye to the kids. I put on my suit jacket and held it open for her. She silently strode down to the car.

“Oh, Mr C.” Cami called softly.

I turned and faced her.

“You look really handsome tonight.”

It never failed to make me smile.

* * * * *

*”That is such a cheat answer!” Cami giggled.*

*I chuckled with her. Her laugh made me laugh.*

*”Well it’s true.* ***You*** *are my biggest fantasy.” I said as I brushed her hair out of her eyes.*

*We laid in bed, our nude, sweaty bodies pressed together. We didn’t have long before I’d have to start cleaning up.*

*”Well you’ve got me.” She whispered. “So what’s your biggest fantasy to do with me?”*

*It wasn’t a fair question. Anything and everything seemed equally perfect. Then again, it was my chance to maybe float some naughty ideas. After all, I definitely had fantasized about finally riding that perfect bubble-butt of hers. She had even briefly swept over the idea herself, once. Though I think she just said it to help get me off. Especially since she also mentioned me cumming inside of her, and I was certain she wasn’t actually hoping for a creampie. Though that would be a dream.*

*Maybe I wasn’t on the right tracks though. Maybe she had other stuff in mind…like whips and chains kinda stuff. I liked the whips idea. And she had kept egging me on last time I spanked her, making me do it harder and harder. Maybe she wanted something that was going to sting even more.*

*Or what if she was thinking more about roleplay or dress ups? Call me cliche but I did always have a thing for the french maid outfit. I could picture her frolicing around, dusting the sides whilst she flashed her panties at me from underneath the dress. That didn’t seem like much of a roleplay though. Maybe she wanted* ***me*** *in the uniform. I could have been a corrupt police officer who she pleaded and begged with to not take her to jail. She’d be willing to do anything if I let her go. I did enjoy the idea of her in handcuffs.*

*Or maybe she- nope. I wasn’t sure exactly what kind of fantasies Cami had in mind but I certainly couldn’t settle on any myself.*

*”What’s yours?” I enquired. I rested my hand on hers and stroked it with my thumb.*

*”That’s a tough question. There’s a lot of good answers.”*

*”Oh and I was supposed to be able to pick one?”*

*She pondered her options for a second.*

*”Well, there’s a lot of things that I want.”*

*”Tell me.” I whispered and kissed her shoulder.*

*”I’ve always liked the idea of the guy I’m with being so overcome with lust that he just has to take me on the spot. Just disregards the consequences and fucks me like I deserve. Things get intense. Maybe he rips my clothes a little…but it doesn’t matter because we need each other so bad that we just-“*

Dinner with Evelyn was silent. Neither of us made an effort to talk. It’d be our last date night.

When we got home, she said goodnight to Cami and headed upstairs. I took out my wallet and walked into the kitchen.

“Did you guys have a nice time?” Camille asked.

“Sure.” I took out her payment for the night.

I extended my hand and offered her the money. She reached out to take it. As soon as her fingers touched it I yanked her in to me. She stumbled and rested her hands on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and backed her into the counter.

“You want to know something?” I growled. “I am jealous.”

I swung Cami around so she faced away from me. I rested my chin on her shoulder. “But you know what I realized? It doesn’t matter. You can have your little boyfriend all you want.”

I ran my hands up her shirt, fondling her tight body and little tits until I found the collar. I pulled on it and all of the buttons flew off and spilled over my kitchen top. “Because it doesn’t change the fact that you’re MY little slut. Aren’t you?”

Cami was breathless. “Yes, sir.” She said quietly.

I dipped one hand in her shirt and began playing with her peaches. My other hand trailed up her legs and under her skirt.

“What’s this?” I demanded. “Is this underwear?”

“It’s your date night.” She breathed. “I thought-”

“You thought wrong then, little slut.” I hissed in her ear. “From now on, no panties. Ever! You understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

I lifted her skirt over her ass and yanked her panties down. I rubbed my fingers against her soaking slit and she gasped under my touch. I quickly yanked down my zipper and pulled out my hard cock.

“Who’s my little slut?” I whispered as I pressed it against her little hole.

“I am, sir…Are you really going to-”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You, sir.” She was unhesitant.

I guided my dick with one hand. I held her shoulder with the other. I leaned into her and pressed my face into the back of her head. Her hair smothered my nose. I inhaled its scents of soap and honey.

I pushed my hard dick inside of her. I quickly slapped one hand over her mouth and bent her over the kitchen counter.

“That’s right.” I groaned.

She stretched out her arms and held the counter for support as I roughly slammed into her little, wet pussy.

With my hand still pressed firmly against her lips, I raised her head so I could look into those big, beautiful eyes as I took her from behind.

“You better get used to this, little slut. From now on, I’m going to fuck you whenever, wherever, I want. Got it?”

She nodded. Her eyes were wider than ever.

I rode her like a stolen bike in the middle of my kitchen. I could still hear my wife moving around in the bedroom upstairs.

I don’t know if it was the feeling of power, the thrill of getting caught, or just Cami being her sexy little self – probably all three – but I couldn’t hold out for long.

“Now,” I groaned. “Where do I want to cum?”

I dropped my hand from her mouth to her chin.

“I’ll swallow it all for you, sir.”

“No.” I grunted. “You’re going to leave here looking like the slut you are.”

As I pulled out, I guided Cami to her knees whilst I pulled on my cock.

She looked up at me, all submissive and doe-eyed. “Are you going to mark me so everyone knows I’m yours, sir?”

I came so hard, I went lightheaded. It was tough to not moan as I painted her pretty face with lots and lots of thick, gooey sperm. It covered her freckles and splattered all over her hair. My knees wobbled.

I told her she was a good girl. Her cab was waiting outside.

She stood up slowly. Cum dripped from her hair. She pulled her panties up and her skirt back down as she smiled at me. I had never seen her cheeks so red. She turned and walked out the door. Her shirt was torn at the collar. The buttons were still scattered – I think they ended up on the kitchen floor.

I slumped into a chair. That was intense. I kinda wasn’t sure if I was going crazy or just … living the dream.

Cami texted me shortly after.

*CAMI: more of that* *✔✔*

*CAMI: pls pls so much more of that* *✔✔*

* * * * *

I had a lot of thinking to do. I wasn’t sure how I was going to tell Evelyn that we were done. But I was going to tell her that, somehow, some way. It wasn’t right that our relationship only lasted so long because I used it as an excuse to keep seeing our babysitter. And I didn’t even feel guilty about it any more. Hiding things from Evelyn had just become a chore. And as soon as the divorce was final, I wouldn’t have to worry.

It was a bittersweet feeling though. Deep down, I still loved Evelyn. In a way. It just wasn’t the same kind of love that it used to be. That it needed to be. And overtime it had turned toxic. You get to a certain point and no matter what you do, things will never be the same again. Maybe if we kept working at it, she and I would have found a way to stop fighting. Maybe we would have been able to coexist peacefully and productively. But we would have never fell back in love like we used to be. We would have never been truly happy.

So I just had one more week to go. Then come the weekend, she’d be out with her girl’s and I’d be out with Cami.

That’s right – **out** with Cami.

I had been tormenting myself, thinking about her and her boyfriend. She had soon made it clear over the course of some very dirty texts that I was the only person she was sleeping with. And I guaranteed that was by her choice. But it begged the question of why?

The answer was quite simple really. Sex was great and all – amazing, actually – but sometimes you need a little more. I knew that. But I had experienced what ‘more’ was. I had been on countless dates. Getting all dressed up and going to a fancy restaurant. But Cami? Not once. Not until Jaimie took her out at least. And yet she had to sit back and watch me go gallivanting off with my wife week after week. So when he offered to take her out to eat, she said yes.

I didn’t blame her.

Actually, I felt like an ass. But I was going to change it. All of it. After breaking up with Evelyn and moving out, I was going to continue my date night tradition. But it’d be with Cami instead. And I’d take her to the nicest restaurants and buy her pretty gifts and other couples would roll their eyes at our relationship. They’d call her a gold digger and me a cradle robber. But even if they were right, it wouldn’t matter. Because they’d be wishing they were what we were.

Happy.

* * * * *

I wore my favorite suit. Slim fit, charcoal colored. A brown leather belt. A bright, white shirt. I left the top button undone. I hadn’t worn it for a long time. I saved it for special occasions.

I waited in my hotel room. I had ordered a cab for Cami to meet me there. I looked forward to the day I could pick her up myself. There was a knock at the door. When I opened it, I started hyperventilating.

She was *breathtaking.*

She always was. But somehow she got more beautiful by the second. And that night, was something else.

Gold, lace-up heels flaunted her pedicured feet. Her smooth, slender legs lead up to an elegant, black dress that hugged her body tightly, barely squeezing over her curvy backside to cover her sexy thighs. Her glossy, blonde hair which I had come to expect as perfectly straight instead spiraled down in bright curls.

She gently chewed on her lip as she waited. They were cherry red. Somehow her oceanic eyes looked more vibrant than ever.

She clutched her purse in one hand and held her arms out to the sides. “So…how do I look?”

“Oh. My. God.”

I reached out and gently took her free hand. I pulled her closer and slowly twirled her around.

“You look…like the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

“Careful.” She purred. “Keep talking like that and we might not make it to dinner.”

I pulled her into me, inhaling her sweet perfume as her juicy ass pressed against my groin. “That could be possible…” I kissed her neck. “Except you deserve to experience a real date.”

I pulled myself from her and held up my arm. “So, shall we?”

She smiled but hesitated. Then she glanced down. “You didn’t have to do this, you know. I’d have been just as happy with takeout at a cheap motel.”

I reached out and stroked her cheek. “Maybe. But you deserve all of this and more.” I told her softly.

She rested her hand on mine.

“But we can have whatever kind of dates you want.” I said. “I figured a cheap motel on our first date might have made me seem a little … sleazy.”

She snickered. “You mean opposed to me coming to your hotel room like a hooker?”

“Hey now, there are plenty of classy prostitutes out there.”

“Oh you know all about prostitutes, do you?”

“Well, it’s not like your recent payments have just been for babysitting my kids.”

Her mouth fell open. “And you say I’m the cheeky one?”

She took my arm.

“You are.” I replied. “That’s why you get your ass beat sometimes.”

We headed towards the door but I suddenly halted.

“One more thing.” I remembered. I stuck my hand up her dress and gently rubbed her little pussy. Cami gasped. “Good, no panties.” I smiled and bought my hand back.

“I could’ve told you that.” She giggled.

“I know.” I replied. I put my fingers in my mouth and sucked her taste from them. “But it’s more fun for me to check.”

The hotel had the most amazing restaurant. Smooth jazz played in the background. We found a quiet, little booth situated in the far corner. She might have said she didn’t need a date like this, but I could see the excitement in her eyes. I also saw the disbelief when she saw the prices. She was adorable. She gazed down so intently whilst she contemplated her order. I hadn’t even glanced at the menu. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“If it makes you feel any better, I have no idea what most of this stuff is either.” I chuckled. And she chuckled.

“There’s just so much to choose from.” She said. “I don’t know what to get.”

“Anything and everything you want.”

If she liked the food – and I knew she would – we could always come back so she could try something new anyway.

Her eyes flickered up at me. “Even…a glass of wine?”

It could be easy to forget that Cami was just twenty. And therefore, under the legal drinking age. I didn’t expect to have this kind of dilemma. It felt kinda silly.

“Well…” I trailed off. I didn’t finish my sentence.

She leaned across the table. “What’s the matter?” She asked in a hushed voice with hints of her teasing tone. She had that devilish smirk on her lips. “Old enough to fuck but not old enough to have a drink?”

I laughed. “Look, I don’t make the rules. Besides, I just don’t want to get you drunk is all.”

She laughed even harder. “You think one glass of wine is going to get me drunk? I’m not a lightweight Mr…” She ducked her head. “Sir.”

I feigned a gasp of horror. “You mean you already drink? This is outrageous!”

She giggled. My jaw hurt from smiling.

“I told you. You get whatever you want.”

* * * * *

**later that night**

* * * * *

The door swung open. Cami backed up into the room. My face was attached to hers. My tongue was deep down her throat. She seemed more addictive than ever. I couldn’t get enough of her. I kicked the door shut behind me. We moved over to the bed. She pulled my jacket suit off and let it fall to the ground. My hands groped her ass through the fabric of her dress. I pushed her and she fell backwards on the bed. I grabbed her ankle and removed her high heel from her foot. She wiggled her toes as they became free. Then I grabbed her other ankle and did the same, tossing her shoes to the side. I yanked her to the edge of the bed. She sat up and I put my tongue back in her mouth.

Then I stood up and she immediately grabbed my belt and started to take it off. She dropped it beside us then undid my pants and pulled them down. My dick was rock solid in my boxers. She looked at the bulge with hunger in her eyes. She bit her lip. Then she glanced up at me and licked them slowly. Then she looked back at my tent and finally freed my aching cock. She tugged my boxers down and slid off the bed and on to her knees.

She grasped my cock and held it up before putting her mouth over my balls and sucking them lightly.

I moaned and she slowly stroked my cock. Then she brought her tongue and ran it from my balls, to the bottom of my shaft and all the way up the underside of my hard prick, leaving a trail of her saliva along the way until she got the the tip where she twirled her tongue over it. Then she pushed her face down and engulfed the entire head of my dick and sucked on it passionately.

She bobbed back and forth, taking my meat deeper and deeper into her juicy, wet, mouth until I felt some resistance. That was when she held me hips and impaled her face further, forcing my throbbing, veiny cock down her throat.

I instinctively grabbed her head for support as I groaned loudly. I didn’t move her though. She remained still. I felt like I was being electrocuted – in a good way. Then she pulled back and gasped for air. Tears had streamed from her eyes. Her chin glistened with spit.

I stroked her head lovingly.

“Good girl.” I told her.

She caught her breath then looked up at me then smiled. Then she opened her mouth wide. I stopped stroking her head and instead held it, using my other hand to guide my cock between her lips. She closed them around it and I felt her tongue begin to massage the underneath of my dick. I started thrusting. Never pushing it down her throat or crossing her comfort zone but still fucking her pretty, little mouth like a sex toy.

Then I withdraw fully and gave her a second. She wiped her chin. I still held her head.

“You wanna try taking it down your throat again?” I asked.

She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

I smiled. “Good girl.”

I guided my dick back inside her face. It oozed precum over her gums. I held her scalp with both hands and pushed her deeper but as soon as I felt that resistance, I stopped and let her take over. It felt like heaven as my dick poked down her windpipe. She held me there and I closed my eyes. She lasted longer than the first time. The feeling was orgasmic.

She pulled off again and I let her get her breath. This time, saliva spilled out of her mouth and over her dress. Her mascara ran down her face, painting her white, freckly cheeks with streaks of black.

She didn’t warn me before she looked back up and engulfed my cock with her lips. She kept her big, beautiful, blue eyes fixed on me. I pounded my cock into her warm, wet mouth and felt it begin to tingle. I could’ve came right there. I wanted to, so bad.

Instead, I pulled out and immediately grabbed Cami and flung her onto the bed. She yelped as she landed on her back. By the time she had done so, I was already out of my shoes and my pants. My boxers quickly joined them and then I knelt over her body and kissed her. I unbuttoned my shirt from the top, and she did the bottom. We met halfway and she peeled it down my arms. I tossed it across the room.

I held her face with both hands as I kissed her. Then I slid them down over her neck and to her chest. I moved my lips to her collarbone and suddenly ripped open her dress. Her tiny tits spilled out and I started sucking on them like my life depended on it.

My dick started to feel like it was going to explode. I couldn’t wait any longer.

I pressed my cock up against her soaking cunt.

“Do you remember your safeword, little slut?” I growled in her ear.

“Yes, sir!”

I rested one hand on her chest and the other behind her back. Then I thrusted inside of her. She gasped loudly.

“Good.” I grunted. “Because tonight is a reminder that you belong to me, now.”

She moaned with each, long stroke of my cock that slammed deep into her tight slot.

“That means your body is mine to play with.” I said as I squeezed one of her perky peaches.

“Your pussy is mine to fuck.” I said, emphasizing the last word as I pounded her into the bed.

Then I ran my hand up from her chest and stretched my fingers around her throat. “And even that you get to breathe when I decide so.” I tightened my grip and choked her as I started to mercilessly pound her tiny, cocksleeve of a pussy.

“Got it?”

She nodded her head.

“Good girl.”

I released her throat from my grip. I stroked my thumb over her lips and hooked it inside her mouth. She sucked on it as she reached up and held my hand with both of hers.

I gave her a gentle slap on the face with my other hand. She whined a little but smiled.

Then I stood back from the bed and used her hands to pull her to a standing position.

“Get this fucking thing off!” I barked.

I grabbed her tattered dress and pulled it off, tearing it some more as I draped it over her. I tossed it aside. Cami immediately grabbed my arms and tiptoed up to kiss me. I lifted her up and she pressed her soft lips to mine. Our sweaty faced writhed together.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. I rested my hands on her fat ass whilst I slipped my cock in her dripping wet hole. I carried her across the room – her ass may have been big but the rest of her was small, light – and placed her down on a wooden counter.

I held her hips and started thrusting fast and deep into her tight pussy. I felt like I was hitting new spots I hadn’t felt before. It was incredible. We kissed then she slid her face down and pressed her lips against my shoulder. I started to feel that familiar tingle again.

“Ohhh!” She whined.

She held me tightly, her fingers dug into my back.

“That’s my little slut.” I told her.

“Ohhhh my god!” She moaned again.

The lips on my shoulder turned into a set of teeth. She bit down as she carved her fingernails down my back, squealing into me as her body shuddered.

As soon as she stopped, I picked up my pace. I was getting ready to explode. And never had I felt more tempted to empty my balls into her little pussy.

“Oh my gosh, you’re so hard right now.” She sighed. “I can feel it throbbing inside of me.”

I just grunted and kept thrusting like a maniac.

“And I know you want to cum in me, don’t you sir?”

She shouldn’t have been saying things like that. I held her hips and pounded away. Sweat poured off me. My heart was racing. My chest was tightening. I needed it.

“But you told me that I can get whatever I want tonight. And what I really want is a nice, big, hot load of cum down my little throat.”

I held her face and looked into her pretty eyes. “That’s what you want, you little slut?”

“Yes, sir.” She nodded. “But my pussy belongs to you so I guess you can do whatever you like.”

I almost came on the spot. If I was a second later in pulling out then things could have been very different. The second I was out of one hole, I was in another. I rammed my cock down Cami’s throat and unloaded my cum. She gagged and gagged but didn’t relent. She sucked my soul right out of me. I went lightheaded. As soon as I finished cumming I stumbled backwards and fell on the bed.

I sat up and Cami crawled up on to my lap. She kissed me and I stroked her hair.

“I’m a good little slut, aren’t I sir?” She asked breathlessly.

I shook my head. “No. You’re the best.”

We took the rest of the night easy. Some movies, some soothing cream, lots of cuddles and lots and lots of ice cream. And some head as well, of course. She deserved that.

That was how date night should be done.

The following morning featured breakfast in bed, head in bed and some good ol’ morning sex. Nothing intense. Just slow and sensual love making. Holding her gently, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She rode me slowly It didn’t always have to be rough to be amazing and we liked to mix it up every now and then. But that’s a story for another time.

It’s what happened later that morning that I want to tell you about. Cami was in the shower. I was packing up and getting ready to check out.

Then my phone rang.

*Evelyn*

Why was she calling me?

I pressed the green icon. “Hello?”

“Where are you? I’ve been home for hours.”

Ah, shit.

I told her I’d be back soon. She, herself had returned much sooner than last time. She was going to press me on my whereabouts, I just knew it. It was finally time to cross the bridge.

I was surprisingly anxious about it. I took Cami home first. She sensed something was wrong but I told her we’d talk about it later. She left me with a kiss on the cheek and told me she was here if I needed her. It made me feel better.

I drove home imagining various ways of having the discussion with Evelyn. None of them seemed right. I guess it was like ripping off a band aid. You just had to do it.

I had felt so happy when I made the decision to tell her I wanted a divorce. No more stupid fights. No more walking on eggshells. But lots more fun times with Cami. And yet suddenly, all I could think about was no more seeing my kids every day, no more seeing the woman I’d spent most of my life with. But lots more legal fees and expenses.

But deep down, I knew it was what had to be done. I couldn’t imagine a scenario where we were both happy and still married.

“Good, you’re here.” Evelyn sighed as I walked through. “We need to talk.”

“I’m here.” I said coldly. “And yeah, we do. I don’t know how else to say this but-”

“I’ve been cheating on you.” She blurted out.

Huh.

I didn’t see that coming.

# end of chapter 03

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