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As soon as my husband announced that we were gonna hire a nanny for our children, I knew that things were about to get interesting. I had all the time been a bit jealous of the young, gorgeous women who worked as babysitters – not because I wondered my husband would cheat on me, but because I wanted to be the one to enjoy their attention.

When Sarah arrived at our doorstep, I knew that I was in trouble. She was only 19 years old, but she was already drop-dead beautiful – with a curvaceous figure, sparkling blue eyes, and long blonde hair that cascaded down her back. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I showed her around our spacious home, trying not to stare too long at her pert little bottom as she walked ahead of me.

Over the next few weeks, I found myself becoming increasingly obsessed with Sarah. I would watch her through the window as she played with the kids, admiring the way her shorts rode up her thighs and the way her t-shirt clung to her ample chest. I would discover every excuse to linger in the same room as her, stealing glances at her smooth skin and flirty smile. I knew that I should be ashamed of myself, but I just couldn’t help it – I was completely infatuated with her.

One hot afternoon, I found myself alone with Sarah in the backyard. The kids were napping, and my husband was out running errands. We were both sweating in the sun, our clothes sticking to our skin, and I couldn’t help but notice how Sarah’s nipples were pressing against her thin tank top.

“You must be so hot in that,” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

Sarah laughed nervously. “Yeah, it’s pretty brutal out here. I can’t wait for fall to come.”

I stepped closer to her, noticing the way her eyes widened slightly. “You know, I have an idea,” I said, my voice low and seductive. “Why don’t we take a break from the heat and cool off inside?”

Sarah hesitated for a moment before nodding, and we made our way back to the house. As soon as we were inside, I locked the doors and turned to face her.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“I think it’s time we got a little more comfortable,” I said, my fingers reaching for the hem of my shirt. “Don’t you?”

I stripped off my top, revealing my lacy bra and toned stomach. Sarah’s eyes widened, and I reached out to pull her closer to me.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered in her ear, my fingers tracing a path down her spine. “I’ve been thinking about you non-stop since you got here. I want to feel your body against mine.”

Sarah’s breath hitched in her throat as I reached around to unclasp her bra, revealing her perky breasts. I ran my thumbs over her nipples, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. I leaned in to kiss her, my tongue tracing her lips before slipping into her mouth.

We stumbled towards the couch, still locked in a passionate embrace. I pushed Sarah down onto the cushions, straddling her waist as I trailed kisses down her neck and chest. I could feel her hands wandering over my body, tracing the line of my spine as I shed my shorts and panties.

“Please,” she moaned, arching her back as I licked and nibbled at her nipples. “I need you inside me.”

I reached down to stroke her velvety soft folds, feeling the wetness growing between her legs. I slipped my fingers inside her, watching as her eyes fluttered shut in pleasure.

“Is this what you want?” I asked, teasingly.

Sarah groaned, bucking her hips against my hand. “Oh, god, yes.”

I climbed off of her, stripping off the rest of my clothes and admiring the way she watched me hungrily. I knelt between her thighs, running my tongue over her clit and feeling her shudder in response.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair as I licked and sucked at her most sensitive spot.

I felt my own desire building inside me, and I kissed my way back up to her lips. We kissed hungrily, feeling the heat between us rising to a fever pitch. I slid two fingers inside her, feeling her convulse around me as she came hard.

“That was incredible,” she panted, her eyes meeting mine.

“It’s just the beginning,” I replied, my smile sly.

We spent the whole afternoon exploring each other’s bodies, our passion building until it was almost unbearable. When my husband came home, we were both glowing with satisfaction – and we both knew that our affair was far from over.
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