I Cheated With The Babysitter {PART 2} [Str8] [M/f] [Teen] [Age Gap] [Cheating] [Dry-humping] [Grinding]

**You REALLY should read** **part one** **if you haven’t already.**

***AUTHOR’S NOTE:***

>***Hi all!*** **Thanks for taking the time to read my story.** ***If you haven’t read the first chapter yet, please do before reading the following additions*****. I know this chapter isn’t quite as long and doesn’t feature much sex but I assure you that I have a lot in mind for future chapters so please do stay tuned! As always, any and all feedback is much appreciated!**
***With Love,***
***- Indigo***

# Part Two – Can I?

Last week I did the most taboo, naughtiest and exciting thing I’ve ever done in my life. I fucked the life out of my eighteen year old babysitter and it was beyond blissful. Before I bring you to the present, let me explained what’s happened over the past week.

After our incredibly erotic session, Kimmi quickly scurried back home before Chrissy returned. She and I talked things over and we both apologized for some of the things we said in the heat of the moment. We agreed that neither of us want to end things and that we’ll start taking steps to help rebuild our marriage to its former glory. That’s when Chrissy mentioned what I definitely think is a great idea. She said that personal space is healthy and it could be a good idea to do things separately from time to time. She explained that one date night every week began to feel like a chore and became a repetitive, tedious task. So she suggested that instead, we do this: one week we have a date night, but then the next week we spend the night apart. She said that she’d love to have girl’s night every now and then and she thinks it’d be good for me to do some guy stuff. Nothing crazy of course, just things we stopped doing as much when we got married She told me it’d be good for me to go see some of the guys again, drink some beers and watch a game or something. Chrissy also mentioned that she ran into one of her old gal pals when she was at her parents earlier and they got the talking and that’s where this idea came from. I love the idea so that settled that. We took the night easy and stayed in to watch a movie together. Things have been better since then. They’re definitely not perfect, in fact they’re far from it. We’re not like how we used to be together but we’re improving so that’s the main thing. I no longer feel like I’m living with a stranger. Oh and if you’re wondering when I’m going to tell her that I cheated then you’re an idiot because that’s never going to happen. I’m not proud that it only took me a few hours to potentially ruin what I spent my life building but then if you see the sexy, little eighteen year old I risked it for, you’d understand. Nothing compared to the things I felt that night, not even close. And as much as I truly want to save my marriage, I’d be lying if I said I don’t want to do it again. Hell, I can’t stop thinking about it. When you imagine the best things in life, I bet you think of love, art, food and friendship . . . things like that, right? Well trust me when I tell you that teenage pussy outdoes them all. And Kimmi is no ordinary eighteen year old girl either. She’s a work of art herself. Her touch, taste and smell are all beyond this world and she’s hands down the prettiest, most gorgeous human being I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Okay . . . I’ll admit it. I may developed a bit of an obsession with her. I can’t stop replaying last Saturday night over in my head. I keep imaging the increasingly perverted things I’d like to do to her. I’ve even been hiding in the bathroom to jerk off to her Instagram pictures everyday.

Despite this, I haven’t spoken to her since that amazing night. I don’t know what to say and truthfully I think it’s best to distance myself. I have to stay strong. Yeah, I’d love to spend even just another five minutes of passion with Kimmi. Hell, I’d give my liver for it. But I have to stay level headed and remember what’s important. I have to make my marriage work. I can’t risk it all.

. . .

Can I?

So anyway. Chrissy and I decided that the first Saturday of our new tradition should be a date night since it’s been so long since we had one. She called up Kimmi (thankfully) and made sure that she was still happy to babysit and that was that. Saturday rolls around quickly enough and I’m currently sitting in the living room, watching my little ones chase each other around the house as they make *pew, pew* noises or something. Chrissy is getting ready upstairs and I’m eagerly and nervously anticipating that knock at the door.

*Knock, Knock*

I brace myself, unsure how I’m going to stay through the upcoming situation as I swiftly open the door. I open my mouth to greet Kimmi but my jaw just hangs there. Her intoxicating fragrance hits me so hard that I’m temporarily stunned. Only to be dazed again by the tantalizing sight before me.

Tonight, little 5’1 Kimmi is wearing a pair of ludicrously tight jeans. You know the type I mean. The dark blue ones with little rips in the knees that cling so tightly to these teens little figures it makes perverted older men like me nearly pass out. She’s accompanying her jeans with a pair of white high-top sneakers and a sleeveless, black vest top that doesn’t quite reach her waist so once again, she flashes her sexy little tummy as she walks. It’s summer and beautiful outside so she doesn’t have a jacket or anything which means that I’m treated to the sight of her sexy, slender arms and glimpses of her perky, little teen tits.

“Wow Mr S.” She says in that enchanting voice of hers. “You look so dashing.”

“Thanks.” I respond huskily with a gulp as her inviting aroma suffocates my nostrils. I swear she gets prettier every time I see her too. I stand aside and let Kimmi in, watching her perky, plump ass sway side-to-side in those impossibly tight jeans as she walks. I feel blood begin to rush my cock and I wonder how I’m going to survive dealing with this every week. “It’s uh, my favorite suit.”

“I can see why.” She responds with a charming smile.

Luckily my little ones heard the sound of Kimmi’s voice and rush over to bombard her with hugs which allows me to slip away and hide as they maintain Kimmi’s focus. Soon enough, Chrissy comes downstairs and we leave for our date.

It goes . . . okay.

There’s really not a whole lot else to say. It wasn’t awful but just like our entire relationship since the fight, it’s nothing like it was before. Chrissy seemed to drink more than usual though and I’m not sure what to make of that. She didn’t get wasted but she was noticeably tipsy in a way I haven’t seen her in a long time. To be fair to her, I probably wasn’t being the most entertaining. I still couldn’t get Kimmi out of my head and seeing her in person again just made the problem so much worse. I hate to say it, but if I really want to fix my marriage then I have to get her out of my head . . . which means getting her out of my house.

We return home and as always, everything is perfect. The place is spotless and the kids are sleeping peacefully upstairs. Chrissy bids Kimmi goodnight and whispers to me to give her a bonus to thank her for being so patient with us and to apologize for leaving her stranded for so long. She heads on upstairs and I wait until I hear our bedroom door close before I beckon Kimmi into the kitchen.

“So . . . you and Mrs S seem to be doing better.” She says and although her smile is as beautiful as always, there seems something different about it. Maybe it’s just in my head or something but I swear she seemed a little disappointed.

“Uh, yeah . . . yeah we’re making things work.” I say sounding more glum than I intended, mainly because I can’t stomach the fact that I’m going to have to fire Kimmi and not see her anymore just because I’m too weak to handle being around her.

I take a massive wad of cash out – about a half year’s worth of babysitting – and extend it to her.

“What’s this?” She asks with an uncertain frown.

“Uh . . . your pay. Plus a little extra . . . you know to um, say thanks. And to also ensure that what happens stays between us.” I nervously clear my throat and wait as Kimmi seems to ponder something, not taking the money.

Finally she speaks.

“Do you think I’m a prostitute?”

“What!?” I exclaim, “No, god no! Of course not, Kimmi but . . . you wanted the tickets and well . . . I mean . . . that’s why you did what you did . . . right?”

“What?”She bursts out in a sort of outraged laugh. “Is that really what you think?” She asks softly.

I shrug my shoulders, uncertain on how to handle the situation. I mean, come on. This isn’t even a self esteem thing. Look at this objectively: I’m past my prime, in mediocre shape and certainly no George Clooney. But I do have a lot of money. Kimmi however, is young, gorgeous and could easily bang any guy she wanted and yet, she chose me? That’s not me being crazy, is it?

As I’m exploring this train of thought, Kimmi suddenly takes a step forward. Her scent ensnaring me once more. “You wanna know why I did what I did?” She whispers as she gently straightens my tie.

“I did it because you touched me.” She runs her soft, magical hands over my chest. “And I liked it.”

Her fingers begin to lightly trace downwards. “And then you kissed me.”

They run over my stomach. “And I really liked it.”

Her hands reach my belt. “Then you did dirty things to me.” Her fingers find my crotch and she tenderly gropes my already inflated cock. “And I loved it.”

She continues to fondle but engorged member with her right hand but her left one works its way back up my body until she grips my tie and lightly pulls me down to her height so that her whispers vibrate in my ear. “Last week was nothing to the things I’ll make you feel.”

My hands instinctively grip her things, I rub up and over her round ass as I stare into her big, beautiful, brown eyes. Our noses graze together and she bites her lips as I hold her tight, teen body close to mine. She closes her eyes and leans in, inviting me to explore her perfect lips.

Remember what I said about not being able to risk it all?

I was wrong.

Because even the posing threat of Chrissy being right above us is not enough to stop me.

I firmly grip her curvy backside as I hold her closely to me, pressing my lips to hers and giving in to my desires. I pick her up and place her on the table in front of me, continuing to explore her face with my lips before I start planting long, passionate kiss on her neck. She keeps her arms hung around me and wraps her legs around my waist. I move my lips back up to hers and soon invade her mouth with my tongue, joyfully lapping up her tasty, sticky saliva. I pick her up again but this time stumble backwards onto a kitchen chair with Kimmi on my lap. I continue running my hands wildly over her sweet bottom as our tongues intensely make love. She runs her magnificent, soft fingers through my hair before slowly and cautiously breaking our kiss. She stares deep into my eyes with those wonderful, brown gems of hers and strands of her soft, brown hair cling to her sweaty face. She bites her lip and without warning begins slowly and sensually grind her curvy teen ass on my pulsating rod. The sensations of her young, ample behind brushing back and forth on my cock – even through the various layers of our clothes – is beyond heavenly and in a matter of minutes I feel my climax building.

“Oh god.” I groan. “Baby, I’m going to cum.”

“Good.” She whispers seductively, a little out of breath herself. “I want you to cum for me, Mr S.”

“Really?” I ask, feeling my balls burble.

“Really. I want you to cum for me, Mr S.” She runs her hands up the back of my neck and increases the speed of her grinding. “I want your cum so bad. Please Mr S, I’ve been waiting all week for this. I waited like a good girl but now I need you to cum for me,”

Are you surprised I don’t last long? I have a gorgeous teen sitting on my lap, grinding her perfect ass on me as she begs for my cum. It’s too much.

I bury my face into her sweet, soft little tits and do my best to make as little sound as possible as my cock erupts and unleashes waves of white goo into my briefs. I coat my balls in hot jizz and feel thick ropes of slimy baby mix run down my legs as I rest breathlessly with Kimmi sitting on my lap.

As I finally recover from my mind-blowing orgasm, I look up to see Kimmi’s irresistible face staring back at me.

“You’re so amazing.” I tell her.

She bites her lip seductively and leans in to whisper in my ear. “That, was *nothing.*” She lets out a soft, adorable chuckle before she looks back into my eyes. “Don’t make me wait a week this time. You have my number Mr S, use it.” She plants a soft, wet kiss on my cheek before getting up and leaving as I sit there, exhausted.

I watch Kimmi’s sexy figure head to the door and still can’t believe how lucky I am.

I also can’t believe I just came in my pants.

I haven’t done that since high school . . . which is what the girl who did this to me is in.

And that thought, turns me on more than it should.

I’ve no idea what the future has in store for me. All I know is that if Kimmi finally does something that she no longer considers ‘nothing’, she may kill me. And I’d die the happiest man on the earth.

**END OF PART 2**

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