As a full-time school student, I needed a part-time job to cover my living expenses. One day, while scrolling through job listings, I stumbled upon a babysitting gig that seemed perfect for me. The family was looking for a responsible and reliable sitter to look after their two kids, a boy and a girl, on occasional weekends.
I applied for the job and got it after passing the interview. The family was incredibly friendly and welcoming, which made me feel comfortable around them. They had a gorgeous house with spacious and well-decorated rooms, where I would be taking care of the children.
For the first few weekends, everything went smoothly. I arrived at their house on time, prepared meals for the kids, helped them with their homework, and put them to bed. On one occasion, the parents stayed out until late, so I decided to watch a movie while the kids slept. I browsed through their DVD collection and picked out a romantic comedy to keep myself entertained.
As the movie played, I found myself getting lost in the plot, rooting for the couple to finally get together. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I turned around to see the father, Mr. Johnson, standing behind me.
“Hey, sorry to interrupt,” he said, smiling. “I just wanted to check in and see how things are going.”
“Oh, everything’s great. The kids went to bed without any issues,” I said, still a bit startled by his sudden appearance.
“That’s good to hear. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what are you watching?” he asked, leaning over to get a closer look at the TV screen.
“A romantic comedy. It’s a bit cheesy, but I like it,” I said, blushing.
Mr. Johnson chuckled. “Yeah, those movies can be surprisingly entertaining. You know, my wife and I used to watch them all the time before we had kids.”
His remark caught me off guard, and I felt a surge of sexual tension between us. I had never considered Mr. Johnson in a sexual way before, but now I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to be with him.
“You know, you shouldn’t be watching movies like that by yourself,” he said, moving closer to me. “It’s much more fun to watch them with someone else.”
Before I knew it, Mr. Johnson’s hand was on my thigh, inching its way up higher and higher. I gasped, unsure of what to do. I knew it was wrong to fool around with the parents of the children I was babysitting, but I couldn’t withstand the allure of Mr. Johnson’s touch.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he said, his breath hot on my neck as he kissed me behind my ear. “But I can’t help myself. You’re just so damn sexy.”
With that, he pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues tangled together as his hands roamed over my body. I moaned softly, surrendering to the pleasure of his touch.
Quickly, Mr. Johnson led me up to the master bedroom, where he began undressing me with practiced ease. He kissed me all over as he pulled off my clothes, leaving me naked and exposed on the bed.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, taking in my body with a hungry gaze. “I’ve been thinking about doing this with you since the first time I saw you.”
I blushed at his confession, feeling a mix of excitement and guilt. But any reservations I had were quickly forgotten as he lowered his mouth to my breasts, taking my nipples in his mouth and sucking on them hungrily.
I writhed beneath him, helpless to the pleasure that he was giving me. It felt wrong to be doing this with him, but it also felt so right.
As Mr. Johnson explored my body, my mind wandered to his wife. What would she say if she found out about our dalliance? Would she be angry? Or would she want to join us?
The wondered of having a threesome with Mr. and Mrs. Johnson was almost too much to bear. I had never been with a woman before, but the idea of exploring that side of my sexuality with Mrs. Johnson made my heart race.
But for now, all I could focus on was Mr. Johnson, his hands on my body and his mouth on mine. We moved together in perfect harmony, our bodies united in a forbidden passion.
When it was over, we lay together in bed, our bodies entwined in a post-coital haze. I knew that what we had just done was wrong, but I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. The thrill of the forbidden was too intoxicating to deny.
As I drifted off to sleep, I dreamed of another night with Mr. Johnson, and maybe even Mrs. Johnson too. The babysitting gig had just gotten a whole lot more interesting.