“So I told Kathy that I could, and she said you had early morning meetings both Monday and Tuesday and thought that spending the night in the guest room Sunday and Monday night would be best for the kids.”
“She did?” John was flummoxed.
“Yes. I already told my mom and she’s dropping off a bag of clothes for me later today. We’re all set.”
“No… I mean, we’re not all set.” John said.
” Kathy asked me what we did last night.”
“What?”
“You heard me, didn’t you?”
“Yes… what did you tell her?”
“What do you think I told her?”
John shook his head. Rachel wouldn’t do that do him.
Rachel just laughed.
“What do you want for breakfast?” Rachel said. She smiled and left the room.
“I don’t want anything,” John said to himself. What was he supposed to do now? It was his dream come true and his worst nightmare. How could anything go back to normal again? Why would he want it to?
John decided to skip breakfast. He snuck a cup of coffee when Rachel was in tending to the children and then went upstairs to finish his TPS report.
He had been shut off in his bedroom the entire morning without interruption when the bedroom door opened. It was Rachel with her bags.
“Hey you,” she said coyly. “I didn’t want to disturb you while you were working up here. Everyone is down for their naps and I thought I’d take a shower.”
“Thank you ,” John said. “You really are great with them. They’d still be crying if I was alone here trying to put them down to sleep.”
“Well you aren’t alone. You aren’t alone anymore,” Rachel said, peeling off her t-shirt.
“You shouldn’t,” John protested. “Last night was…” He was unable to finish as she stepped out of her shorts. She was perfect.
Rachel just giggled and locked the bedroom door. Her massive tits bounced as she walked towards John. He stood there frozen, his breathe quickening. Rachel changed directing just before she reached him and sauntered into the master bathroom. She looked back, motioning him to follow. John did.
Rachel had already started the shower. “I… I’m going downstairs to get some… to…” he stammered.
“I want you to join me in the shower. Please?” she walked over and kissed him hard on the lips, placing a hand on his crotch at the same time. He was already rock hard. She grabbed his cock firmly through the fabric of his pants.
John kissed her back, his hands roaming over her young supple body. Rachel stepped back. “Please?”
“Why?” he asked.
“Because I love you silly,” Rachel said giggling again. She turned and walked into the shower.
John stared after her. Nobody beside his children, had told him that in years. Could she even know what love was? Asking God to forgive him, he pulled off his clothes and entered the shower with Rachel. Last night was bad enough, but at this second in time, he was about to cross the line of no return. Maybe he’d already crossed it last night. It didn’t matter.
Rachel handed him the body wash and sponge. “I really need you to get my back good,” she said turning away from him.
John started to lather up her back. Just touching her was sending electric shocks throughout his entire body. He felt like his head was going to explode.
“Don’t forget my ass.” She winked at him.
John didn’t. He couldn’t imagine ever forgetting a perfectly round ass like hers. It just wasn’t possible. He worked the soap over her shapely ass and thighs and down the back of her legs and then worked his way up the sides of her stomach and reached around to her enormous boobs. Rachel moaned and leaned back against him as he worked his hands over them.
“It’s my turn,” Rachel said turning around. John closed his eyes as this beautiful young woman cleaned every last inch of him, paying singular attention to his rigid cock.
They made out as the hot water washed away all the soap. It seemed to wash away all of John’s doubt and shame as well. They toweled off and then Rachel led John back out onto the bed.
“Let me take care of this for you,” she said dropping to her knees in front of him. “It’s so big. You have no idea how full I felt last night. I didn’t know I could feel like that.”
“Oh… it’s not that big… I mean…”
John stopped talking as Rachel engulfed his member deep into her mouth. She was good. She slid her mouth up and down his shaft, taking him deeper each time . Then she blew his mind as she took him so deep into her throat that her nose was buried in his pubic hair. John had never felt anything so good in his life. Kathy certainly wasn’t capable of this. Hell, she wouldn’t t even give him a hand job anymore.
John looked down at Rachel and they stared into each other’s eyes as she worked her wonderful mouth up and down his shaft. She was drooling around his cock and moaning as she sucked him. John only lasted a few minutes.
“I’m going to cum,” he warned.
Rachel pulled her mouth off of his cock long enough to plead for him to fill her mouth with it. That was all it took, and he started pumping cum between her lips.
“Ugh… Oh God. ..”
Rachel kept on sucking and swallowing until John started to deflate in her mouth. She pulled her mouth away. “Yummy.”
John collapsed back onto the bed. “Come here,” he commanded.
Rachel stood up. “I’ m right here.”
“No. That’s not what I mean. Come here. I want your pussy on my face. I’m going to eat you.”
“Oh!” Rachel exclaimed and then jumped onto the bed, crawling over John’s body until her naked sex was right over his face. “No one’s ever done that to me before.”
John pulled her down onto his mouth and started to lick her oozing slit. Rachel moaned and ground herself against John’s mouth. “Oh Fuck! Eat me!” she squealed.
John pleasured her, licking and sucking on her clit. It had been years since he had done this, and he was going to make the most of it. She was delicious and her body was telling him that he was doing it right.
“Oh… oh…. I’m cumming,” she moaned as her body shook in orgasm. John kept licking and sucking her as she came. Rachel kept grinding her pussy against John’s mouth. She rolled off of him a few minutes later, breathing heavily.
John looked over at her squeezing her hand. “Are you okay?”
“I couldn’t breathe… fuck… that was so intense… that was so good…. oohh.”
They both lay there recovering on the bed, holding hands.
“I love you,” Rachel said and then grabbed some clothes and a small bag of toiletries and ran into the bathroom.
“Shit,” John said to himself, still savoring her taste on his tongue. “She really is delicious.”
Rachel came out a few minutes later. “It’s all yours,” she said smiling at him. “I’m going to check on the kids and what I’ve got in the oven.”
She was wearing the tightest jeans that John had ever seen. They were a second skin, revealing every inch of her luscious ass and shapely legs. She had on an almost sheer white top with a plunging neckline. John could see her large thick nipples poking against the fabric. Rachel just laughed at him and left the bedroom. John’s cock was semi-hard again. He shook his head and walked into the bathroom.
John brushed his teeth, got dressed and went downstairs as well. When he got there he could smell a roast that Rachel had in the oven. She knew her way around the kitchen for sure. She was outside playing with the kids again. What was he going to do? Did she really love him? Was he going to leave his wife ? What about the kids? She was too young for him!
Just then there was a knock on the front door. John was surprised when he opened it up and it was his sister. “Uh… Hi,” John said, clearly surprised.
“Hey John,” she said. “Well, aren’t you going to let me in?”
Of course not, John thought to himself. My braless, barely-legal, illicit lover is out back playing with my children and you want to come in? Instead, John simply said, ” yes.”
John’s sister, Wendy, was a few years younger than John and lived in Pennsylvania.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, just now noticing that she had a suitcase with her.
“Don’t you remember?” She sighed and stared at him. “I told you I was heading out west for the writer’s faire and that I’d be stopping by Sunday night. Don’t tell me that you forgot?”
“I… no… I mean yes. I forgot.”
“Where’s Kathy?”
“Well that’s part of the problem. Her sister was in the hospital and she left to help her out for a few days. Things have been kind of crazy around here, especially with work. It doesn’t matter though. You’re always welcome and we always have room for you.”
“Well that explains a lot,” Wendy said laughing. “Are you cooking? Something smells wonderful.”
“Well, not exactly,” John said grabbing Wendy’s suitcase and setting it near the stairs. “Do you remember Rachel, our babysitter?”
“She’s here? She’s cooking?”
“Yes. It was all Kathy’s idea. ”
“Of course,” Wendy replied. “I see.”
There was no love lost between John’s sister and his wife. “Come on out and say hi to the kids,” John said, leading Wendy to the back of the house.
As soon as the kids saw John’s sister, they came running in from the back yard. “Hi Aunt Wendy!” they said in unison, smothering her in hugs and kisses.
“Hi,” Rachel said sheepishly, standing in the doorway.
“Hi Rachel,” Wendy said, arching her eyebrows, obviously shocked by Rachel’s barely covered breasts. “Shouldn’t… never mind… do you remember me from a few a few years ago? You’ve changed.”
“Thank you,” Rachel replied. “I do remember you.”
At this point the kids ran back outside to finish making mud pies and Rachel hurried along behind them.
“John, we need to talk,” Wendy said angrily to John. “She looks like a slut and in front of the kids.”
“I was upstairs working and just now came down. I had no idea,” he defended himself. His own anger was rising; or was it guilt?
“Okay… Christ, I’m sorry,” Wendy said putting a hand on her brother’s arm. “It’s been a long drive and I’m a little grumpy. I was just shocked. I know that’s how girls dress these days. Could you tell her to change shirts, for me?”
“Of course,” John replied. “Why don’t you go upstairs and freshen up. Rachel was going to stay in the guest room but it’s all yours. She won’t mind sleeping on the couch.”
Wendy just nod to get in the room and took her bags upstairs. John called Rachel, but before he could say anything, she told him that was going upstairs change shirts and her stuff out of the guest.
“That was she,” he said to himself. Why did she have to make everything so damn easy?
John and Wendy spent the rest of the afternoon catching up and playing with the kids as Rachel made dinner. “It’s like having your own live in housekeeper,” Wendy said as Rachel call from the kitchen that dinner was ready. John smirked. It was a lot more than that.
Dinner was great and Wendy started warming up to Rachel. They both kicked John out of the kitchen and cleaned up together. They were actually having a good time in there, joking around. John thought that it was nice to have the sound of friendly laughter coming out of the kitchen for a change.
When it was time to turn in for the night, Wendy apologized for taking the guest room and offered it back to Rachel.
“No thanks Wendy,” Rachel replied. “I’m fine out here and these couches are very comfortable. I’ll probably sleep better than you.”
John hoped so. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to resist her if she snuck into his room tonight. He still didn’t know what he was going to do? Just cut Rachel off and find another babysitter? Would she keep quiet? Did John even want her to?