I am a married man with a gorgeous wife and two lovely kids. My life was perfect, until the day I met the babysitter, Lily. She was a school student looking for a part-time job while she studied. She was the perfect candidate to watch over our children when we were away. But, from the first moment I saw her, I knew I was in trouble.
It was Christmas Eve, and my wife and I were headed to a party. Lily arrived just before we left. She looked stunning in her short red dress and black pumps. Her hair was perfectly curled and she had a bright smile on her face. I felt drawn to her, but I knew I shouldn’t feel that way. After all, I was a happily married man.
As we left the house, I couldn’t help but give Lily a second look. She was bending down to give my daughter a hug, and I got a glimpse of her cleavage. It was a distraction I couldn’t afford, but it was too late. I was already hooked.
The party was boring and I couldn’t wait to get back home. I wanted to see Lily again. When we got back, my wife was tired and went straight to bed. I stayed up for a bit longer, pretending to watch TV while Lily finished up her work.
She looked so hot in her tight jeans and I couldn’t help but notice how her ass looked perfect in them. It was then that she caught me staring at her. I felt embarrassed and looked away, but she didn’t seem to mind. She walked over to me and sat down on the sofa next to me.
“Is everything OK, Mr. Johnson?” she asked.
I nodded, unable to speak. I felt my heart racing as she placed her hand on my thigh. I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I wanted her. She leaned in closer to me and whispered in my ear, “I want you, too.”
I couldn’t withstand her any longer. I leaned in to kiss her and felt her soft lips pressed against mine. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was her.
We made our way to the guest room and things escalated quickly. I pulled off her shirt and saw her perfect breasts. They were even better than I had imagined. She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hands over my chest, kissing me deeply. I could feel her heat through my clothes.
We stumbled onto the bed, and she pulled off my pants. I was fully hard and she took me in her mouth. It was the best blowjob I had ever received. She knew exactly what she was doing and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I pulled her up and flipped her onto her back. I pulled off her jeans and underwear and saw her wet pussy. I buried my face between her legs and tasted her sweet juices. She moaned and writhed beneath me, pushing her hips towards my mouth.
I positioned myself at her entrance and pushed in slowly. She was tight and felt amazing. Her warm walls gripped my cock as I began to thrust inside of her. I could hear her whimpering and moaning beneath me. I picked up the pace and fucked her harder and faster.
We came together, our bodies trembling with pleasure. We lay there, panting and sweating, unable to move. I knew what we had just done was wrong, but I couldn’t help but feel satisfied.
The next morning, I woke up next to Lily. My guilt was overwhelming, but I couldn’t help but feel attracted to her. I knew I shouldn’t feel this way, but I couldn’t stop my desire for her.
We continued to see each other in secret, every time my wife and I went out. Our encounters became more and more intense. I couldn’t get enough of her. I knew we were playing with fire, but I couldn’t withstand her.
One night, my wife came home unexpectedly. We barely had time to put our clothes back on before she walked in. I knew we were busted. My wife looked suspicious, but she didn’t say anything. The rest of the night was awkward, and I couldn’t wait for it to be over.
The next day, I got a call from my wife. She asked me to come home early. She said she needed to talk to me. I knew what was coming. When I got home, my wife was sitting at the kitchen table with tears in her eyes.
“I know about you and Lily,” she said. “I found the text messages on your phone.”
I felt my heart drop. There was no denying it now. I had cheated on my wife with the babysitter. My wife was devastated. She couldn’t believe I had betrayed her like this. I didn’t know what to say.
“I’m sorry,” was all I could say.
My wife asked me to leave. She said she needed time to think. I packed up my things and left the house. I knew it was too late to fix things, but I hoped we could work things out.
That was a year ago. Since then, I’ve tried to move on. I haven’t seen Lily since that night. I know what we did was wrong, and I regret it every day. I lost my wife and my family because of my lust for her.
Now, on Christmas Eve, I sit alone in my apartment, thinking about what could have been. I know I should let go of my desire for Lily, but I can not seem to forget her. I know it’s forbidden, but I can not help the silent nights filled with forbidden desires.