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The alarm on my phone went off, notifying me that it was time to leave work and go pick up my daughter from daycare. I quickly finished up my work for the day and headed to the daycare center. As I pulled into the parking lot, I saw a young woman standing outside, waving at me. It was Sarah, the babysitter I had hired to watch my daughter after daycare.

Sarah was stunningly gorgeous, with long blonde hair that cascaded down her back and bright blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight. She wore tight-fitting jeans and a low-cut blouse that showed off her ample cleavage. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of desire as I looked at her, even though I knew it was forbidden.

I had been married for five years and had at all times been faithful to my wife, but lately, things had been different between us. We had been arguing a lot, and our sex life had dwindled to almost nothing. I had been feeling neglected and unfulfilled. That’s why I had found myself attracted to Sarah.

As we drove home, Sarah chatted happily about her day with my daughter, telling me all about the things they had done together. I couldn’t help but notice how her chest rose and fell with each breath she took, and how her smooth, toned legs stretched out before her.

When we got to my house, Sarah followed me inside to play with my daughter for a while longer. As they played, I found myself unable to take my eyes off of Sarah. I watched as she bent down to pick up toys, her blouse riding up to reveal more of her cleavage. I felt my cock stir in my pants, and I knew I had to do something about it.

I excused myself from the room and headed to the bathroom, intending to take care of myself. But as I closed the door behind me, I heard a knock.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Sarah’s voice rang out.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I answered, trying to keep my voice steady. “Just using the bathroom.”

“Okay, just wanted to make sure,” she replied.

I heard her footsteps recede down the hallway, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I unzipped my pants and began stroking my cock, picturing Sarah’s tight pussy wrapped around me. I was so lost in my fantasy that I didn’t realize the door had opened until I heard Sarah’s voice.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes widening in shock as she took in my erect cock.

“I’m sorry,” I stammered, trying to cover myself up. “I shouldn’t have done that. It’s just…”

“It’s okay,” Sarah interrupted, stepping closer to me. “I understand.”

She took my hand and led me out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. Without a word, she pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me, her lips meeting mine in a fiery kiss.

I felt a wave of guilt wash over me, but it was quickly replaced by lust as Sarah began to undress me. As she pulled off my shirt, she ran her hands over my chest, her fingers brushing against my nipples and sending shivers down my spine.

Soon we were both naked, and Sarah was straddling me, her pussy inches from my cock. I could feel the wetness emanating from her, and I knew I had to have her.

We didn’t use protection, and I know it was dangerous, but I couldn’t withstand the urge to feel her inside of me. She rode me hard, her tits bouncing wildly as she moaned and screamed. I held on to her hips, pulling her closer to me with each thrust.

I knew what we were doing was forbidden, but in that moment, I didn’t care. I was lost in the throes of pleasure, consumed by my lust for Sarah.

We finished quickly, both of us gasping for breath and covered in sweat. As I tried to catch my breath, I looked up at Sarah, expecting her to express regret or guilt. But instead, she just smiled and crawled onto the bed beside me, snuggling into my embrace.

I knew what we had done was wrong, but in that moment, I couldn’t help feeling like it was the most right thing I had ever done.

From that moment on, Sarah and I continued our illicit affair, sneaking around whenever we could discover the time. We both knew it was wrong, but we couldn’t stop ourselves. The thrill of breaking the rules was too much to withstand.

Eventually, our affair was discovered, and I was forced to confess to my wife. It was a painful process, but in the end, we managed to work things out. My wife and I are now closer than ever, and I have vowed never to let my desires for someone forbidden overcome me again.

But I still think about Sarah sometimes, wondering where she is and what she’s doing. And whenever I do, I can not help but feel a twinge of desire, wondering what could have been if we had been able to continue our taboo love affair.
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