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As soon as Daphne walked through the door, she knew it was a mistake. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her palms were sweaty, and all she could think about was how wrong this was. But still, she forced herself to smile at the couple that greeted her, their eyes flickering with relief at the sight of her.

“Thank you for coming,” the woman said, ushering Daphne inside. “We’ve been looking forward to this for weeks.”

Daphne nodded, her pulse racing as she followed them into the living room. She’d been a babysitter for years, but this was different. This was not just any family, this was the one she had been fantasizing about for months.

She had started babysitting for them last summer, and almost immediately, she had felt a strange attraction to the couple. They were both beautiful and successful, and there was something about the way they looked at her that made her feel special, desirable.

It had started innocently enough, with casual compliments and lingering touches. But as the weeks went on, things had started to escalate – stolen glances, suggestive comments, and finally, a proposal.

They had invited her over for a special evening – a date night, they called it. They would pay her more than usual, she would stay later than usual, and there would be no kids around to interrupt.

Daphne had known what they wanted, but she had agreed anyway. She needed the money, and more than that, she needed to know what it was like to be with them.

Now, as she settled onto the couch, her eyes flickering nervously from one to the other, she felt a flush of heat in her cheeks. The woman was sitting beside her, so close that Daphne could feel the warmth of her body through her dress, while the man was sitting across from them, his eyes drinking her in.

“So,” the woman said, running a hand over Daphne’s arm. “What do you feel like doing tonight?”

Daphne swallowed hard, knowing what was expected of her. “I-um, I don’t know,” she stammered. “Whatever you want, I guess.”

The woman smiled, her eyes flickering with amusement. “Well, we were thinking maybe we could watch a movie,” she said. “Something…intimate.”

Daphne shuddered, her mind filling with images of the three of them tangled together on the couch. “Sure,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The woman got up to turn on the TV, and Daphne felt a rush of relief at the sudden distance. But as soon as the movie started, she felt a pair of hands on her back, moving slowly down to the curve of her waist.

She sucked in a breath, her body heating up with desire. She’d never been in a situation like this before, never been with a couple, but somehow it felt right. She had all the time known she was different, all the time known she wanted more than just a mundane life.

The woman’s hand continued to roam, moving lower and lower until it was resting on Daphne’s thigh. She looked over at the man, who was watching them with a dark, intense gaze, and then back at the woman, who was leaning in closer and closer.

And then, suddenly, the woman’s lips were on hers, her hand slipping further up her thigh, and Daphne was lost.

The kiss was urgent and passionate, the woman’s mouth fierce against hers. Daphne moaned, her own hands reaching up to grab hold of the woman’s hair as she kissed her back with equal fervor.

The man was watching them with rapt attention, his hand creeping down to his own crotch as he watched them. Daphne could feel the weight of his eyes on her, and it only made her more excited.

The woman pulled back, panting, her eyes flashing with desire. “God, you’re so beautiful,” she murmured, tracing her fingers down Daphne’s neck.

Daphne couldn’t speak, her body trembling with need. She had never felt so alive, so desired, so wanted.

The woman leaned in to kiss her again, and Daphne felt a sudden pang of guilt. She knew this was wrong, knew she should stop, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming.

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, the woman pulled away again, her eyes glimmering with mischief. “You know what would make this even better?” she said.

Daphne shook her head, feeling like a puppet in their hands. “What?” she whispered.

The woman grinned, glancing over at the man. “Why don’t we take this to the bedroom?” she said.

Daphne felt her heart racing as she followed them down the hall, their hands on her hips, their bodies pressing close. She felt like she was living in a dream, like anything was efficient.

They pushed her onto the bed, stripping her of her clothes as they went. Daphne moaned, feeling like she was in a trance. She had never felt so liberated, so unburdened, so free.

And then they were on her, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of her body. She felt their weight on top of her, felt their fingers inside of her, felt their tongues on her skin.

She knew she shouldn’t be enjoying it, knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help it. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming.

And then, as she was nearing climax, as she felt like she was about to lose control, the man pulled away. “Wait,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire. “We have to be careful.”

Daphne felt a sudden coldness wash over her. What did he mean, be careful? What was he worried about?

But then the woman leaned in to kiss her again, and Daphne was lost. She forgot all about caution, forgot all about guilt, forgot all about everything except the pleasure.

They took turns with her, exploring her body with a passion and a tenderness that made Daphne feel like she was the most essential thing in the world. She had never felt so seen, so understood, so appreciated.

And then, as the night drew to a close, as the sun began to rise outside, they dressed themselves and promised to call her again soon. Daphne was left alone in the bed, feeling a sense of emptiness that she couldn’t quite shake.

But as she slipped back into her clothes, as she walked out into the bright morning sunlight, she felt something else too – a sense of power, of control. She had done something daring, something forbidden, and no one could ever take that away from her.
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