Driving [m]y kid’s [f]risky sitter home

It was probably about [two months](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m1wfbu/my_kids_sitter_was_really_feeling_herself/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) since I’d seen Gabby, our babysitter, last. Our night of unrestrained lust was followed by a week of awkward silence and then a further few weeks of nervousness as it dawned on us how reckless we had been to fuck with no protection. Even though I replayed the night in my head over and over, guiltily enjoying it in the dark of my bedroom while my wife slept quietly next to me, my heart sank when the light of my phone screen flicked on and lit up my side of the room. Gabby’s number flashed on the lock screen and I read her message quickly: “not pregnant, no worries”.

It felt rude to be overjoyed in that moment but the relief was unbelievable. Not thinking clearly about the consequences at all, I had rammed her tight co-ed hole bareback in mish, in doggy and finally with her riding me all after a rush of hearing her finger herself via a fortuitously placed spare baby monitor. I came in her, and she loved it.. but in the light of day, the weight of consequences came flooding back and while we couldn’t deny we had enjoyed ourselves (and each other), we weren’t rushing out to do it again..

[M]y kid’s sitter was really [f]eeling herself

I had finally left a work function for some visiting clients and was dialling home as I jumped in the car.

“Hello? Gabby speaking.”

Our 20 year old sitter for our 18 month old son was a university student who had answered an ad we stuck to the community noticeboard, and my wife and I had felt we’d hit the jackpot. She was great with Nate and over the past few months she had really helped us find more time to be ourselves again. This particular Friday, my wife had arranged for Gabby to look after Nate from the afternoon as she had left for a Girls Weekend Hen’s Party with her friends. I was due home from entertaining clients at 9pm but was already an hour late.

“I’m really sorry Gabby, things just ran way over time. I’m in the car and headed home, be there in 25 minutes.”

Not a problem, she replied. She was so easy going and trustworthy that I sighed in relief and said thank you, turning the car down the main road out of town towards our lifestyle block. By the time the streetlights of the town were disappearing into what was our rural outskirt of the town, the dark night skies had groaned and opened to dump some seriously heavy rain.