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"Here you go," she said handing it to him as he sat down on the far end of the couch, away from her.
"Thank you."
"Don't keep thanking me. You deserve it. You looked like you had a rough day when you walked in. It's time for you to relax."
She was right, of course. John just needed to relax. Rachel was going to sleep in the guest room. Nobody would ever find out that she was drinking here and it was just time for him to relax. Maybe that was the whole problem with everything. Maybe he was so uptight that it was having a negative impact on every aspect of his life.
"You're right," John said looking over at Rachel. "It was a long day and I just need to relax." He picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. "What do you want to watch?"
"Anything."
John looked over at her as she sipped her wine. She really was beautiful, with the biggest blue eyes and most amazingly huge breasts on such a slim figure. His cock started twitching again.
John turned his eyes back to the TV. What the fuck is wrong with you John? He started flipping through channels quickly, before settling on Dumb and Dumber. A good comedy was what they needed.
"I've never seen this one," Rachel said.
"You're in for a treat then."
They watched the movie, laughing together at all the funny parts, and finished off the second bottle of wine in the process. John didn't realize how much he missed sharing laughter with someone.
Somewhere near the end Rachel had dozed off. John watched the rise and fall of her chest as she slept. He was entranced. He couldn't take his eyes off of her nipples outlined beneath her shirt. She truly was beautiful. Now he had a problem. He had to get her into the guest room. Rachel had definitely had way too much wine and John was feeling a little tipsy himself.
"Okay...let's find out how much you weigh," John said moving over in front of Rachel. "Time for bed...can you hear me?" He gently shook her but she didn't respond. "Okay," he said and picked her up.
She was surprisingly light; much lighter than his wife. Of course, it had been years since he'd tried to pick Kathy up for any reason. He didn't think it would happen again unless it was to throw her out the front door on to her ass. John found that thought extremely funny and struggled to contain his laughter.
Rachel snuggled against John's chest as he carried her up the stairs. His cock hardened and he knew what he would be dreaming about all night. He managed to get her into the guest room, and onto the bed. She was wearing shorts, so he didn't feel the need to undress her. He pulled the covers over Rachel and left the room.
"Whew...that wasn't so bad," John said as he brushed his teeth a few minutes later. He decided to sleep in shorts, just in case he had to wake up for any reason and was soon fast asleep himself.
He woke up to the wind howling outside. It was going to be a stormy night. He got up and checked all the windows and looked in on the kids. Everything was as it should be and he was soon fast asleep again.
He woke up a little while later. There was someone else in his bed snuggled against him and snoring peacefully. It was Rachel. When had she gotten into his bed? Why had she gotten into his bed? She was still fully clothed and he was too tired to care so he rolled over to the other side of the bed.
He did dream about Rachel that night. He dreamed that he could feel her large soft breasts dragging against his legs as she deep throated his cock. He dreamed that he was bucking his hips up, driving his cock deep into her mouth. He dreamed that she was drooling around his cock and slurping on it, moaning in pleasure as she sucked him hard.
John snapped awake. This was no dream. The covers were off and so were his shorts. Rachel's giant tits were pressing into his legs and he was thrusting his cock deep into her mouth.
"No...stop..." he protested. "You have to stop!"
This only caused Rachel to grab the base of his cock and take him further down her throat. Where had she learned to do this? He was going to cum. She was staring into his eyes and sucking hard; swirling her tongue around his shaft. She wanted him to cum in her mouth. It was too late to stop.
Rachel moaned as John flooded her mouth with semen. She kept sucking him until he was spent and then released him and sat up on the bed. John's eyes were accustomed to the dark now and he could see her clearly. She was even more beautiful and more perfect than he had imagined that she would be. Her breasts seemed larger without the confines of a shirt. Her nipples were thick and long.
"You're still hard," she said giggling and looking down at his crotch.
"I...yes...I mean no...why are you..." John stammered.
Rachel shook her head and crawled up over John, letting her breasts drag up his body as she did. It was too late for John to protest. Rachel took one of John's hands and placed it on one of her massive breasts. It was so full and firm and soft. He squeezed.
"My God," he whispered. "You're perfect."
"I'm yours," she whispered back, kissing him lightly on the lips.
She was rubbing her pussy on his cock. She was already dripping wet. He had both hands on her chest now, mauling her breasts. She stuck her tongue into his mouth and they kissed passionately. She gripped him and guided him to her hole and in an instant he was inside her. She was so wet and hot and tight.
"Uh...Oh fuck you're big," Rachel grunted. "Let me do all the work."
Rachel rode him furiously, sliding her body up and down his. Her giant, full breasts mashed against John's body. She was so tight. He was going to cum again.
"You're...I'm going to cum," he panted.
"Me too," Rachel grunted, staring into his eyes. Her body started to shake. Her pussy contracted around his cock, and she whimpered setting off John's own orgasm.
Rachel leaned forward, pressing her lips against his. He responded by sucking her tongue into his mouth and they kissed fervently as they finished cumming together.
Rachel rolled off of John and they both lay there panting and gasping for breathe.
"That was the best sex I've ever had," John said and then regretted saying anything at all. What are you supposed to say after mind blowing sex with your eighteen-year-old babysitter in the bed that you share with your cold, frigid wife? "I mean...I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything," Rachel said as she cuddled up next to John, draping her arm and leg over him. Her large, firm breasts were molded against the side of his body. She kissed him on the cheek and soon she was snoring again. John fell asleep a few minutes later.
John woke the next morning with a start. He popped up into a sitting position, full of panic. What had he done? He looked around the room. It was empty except for himself and the bedroom door was shut. There was absolutely no evidence of last night's tryst with the baby sitter. Maybe it was a dream? As John yanked on a t-shirt and sweatpants, he knew in his mind that he had done something very, very wrong last night.
He all but ran down the steps and into the kitchen and stopped dead in the doorway. Rachel and the two kids were singing a song about a bus and eating fruit loops between verses. It was the cutest thing John had ever seen. It had been a long time since there had been any singing in the Greene home. John smiled despite himself.
"Say, 'good morning, Daddy,'" Rachel commanded and kids cheerfully did as they were instructed and then went back to eating their cereal.
"We need to talk," John said, motioning for Rachel to follow.
"Sure," Rachel said smiling deeply at him. "You can finish the movie after you eat," she said to the kids as she followed John into the downstairs office.
He shut the door behind him, but Rachel spoke first.
"Kathy called."
"She did?" John kept himself calm.
"Yes. She called while you were sleeping. She was a little surprised that I was still here, but thought that it was a good idea. She asked if I could watch the kids tomorrow and Tuesday until she came home."
"I...well I was going to ask you but...I mean...it's not a good idea now. We need to talk about last night."
Rachel ignored John's comment and kept on going. "Did you know that I don't have school this week?"
"I didn't know that, but..." John countered. "It doesn't matter."
"So I told Kathy that I could, and she said you had early morning meetings both Monday and Tuesday and thought that spending the night in the guest room Sunday and Monday night would be best for the kids."
"She did?" John was flummoxed.
"Yes. I already told my mom and she's dropping off a bag of clothes for me later today. We're all set."
"No...I mean, we're not all set." John said.
"Kathy asked me what we did last night."
"What?"
"You heard me, didn't you?"
"Yes...what did you tell her?"
"What do you think I told her?"
John shook his head. Rachel wouldn't do that do him.
Rachel just laughed.
"What do you want for breakfast?" Rachel said. She smiled and left the room.
"I don't want anything," John said to himself. What was he supposed to do now? It was his dream come true and his worst nightmare. How could anything go back to normal again? Why would he want it to?
John decided to skip breakfast. He snuck a cup of coffee when Rachel was in tending to the children and then went upstairs to finish his TPS report.
He had been shut off in his bedroom the entire morning without interruption when the bedroom door opened. It was Rachel with her bags.
"Hey you," she said coyly. "I didn't want to disturb you while you were working up here. Everyone is down for their naps and I thought I'd take a shower."
"Thank you," John said. "You really are great with them. They'd still be crying if I was alone here trying to put them down to sleep."
"Well you aren't alone. You aren't alone anymore," Rachel said, peeling off her t-shirt.
"You shouldn't," John protested. "Last night was..." He was unable to finish as she stepped out of her shorts. She was perfect.
Rachel just giggled and locked the bedroom door. Her massive tits bounced as she walked towards John. He stood there frozen, his breathe quickening. Rachel changed directing just before she reached him and sauntered into the master bathroom. She looked back, motioning him to follow. John did.
Rachel had already started the shower. "I...I'm going downstairs to get some...to..." he stammered.
"I want you to join me in the shower. Please?" she walked over and kissed him hard on the lips, placing a hand on his crotch at the same time. He was already rock hard. She grabbed his cock firmly through the fabric of his pants.
John kissed her back, his hands roaming over her young supple body. Rachel stepped back. "Please?"
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I love you silly," Rachel said giggling again. She turned and walked into the shower.
John stared after her. Nobody beside his children, had told him that in years. Could she even know what love was? Asking God to forgive him, he pulled off his clothes and entered the shower with Rachel. Last night was bad enough, but at this second in time, he was about to cross the line of no return. Maybe he'd already crossed it last night. It didn't matter.
Rachel handed him the body wash and sponge. "I really need you to get my back good," she said turning away from him.
John started to lather up her back. Just touching her was sending electric shocks throughout his entire body. He felt like his head was going to explode.
"Don't forget my ass." She winked at him.
John didn't. He couldn't imagine ever forgetting a perfectly round ass like hers. It just wasn't possible. He worked the soap over her shapely ass and thighs and down the back of her legs and then worked his way up the sides of her stomach and reached around to her enormous boobs. Rachel moaned and leaned back against him as he worked his hands over them.
"It's my turn," Rachel said turning around. John closed his eyes as this beautiful young woman cleaned every last inch of him, paying singular attention to his rigid cock.
They made out as the hot water washed away all the soap. It seemed to wash away all of John's doubt and shame as well. They toweled off and then Rachel led John back out onto the bed.
"Let me take care of this for you," she said dropping to her knees in front of him. "It's so big. You have no idea how full I felt last night. I didn't know I could feel like that."
"Oh...it's not that big...I mean..."
John stopped talking as Rachel engulfed his member deep into her mouth. She was good. She slid her mouth up and down his shaft, taking him deeper each time. Then she blew his mind as she took him so deep into her throat that her nose was buried in his pubic hair. John had never felt anything so good in his life. Kathy certainly wasn't capable of this. Hell, she wouldn't even give him a hand job anymore.
John looked down at Rachel and they stared into each other's eyes as she worked her wonderful mouth up and down his shaft. She was drooling around his cock and moaning as she sucked him. John only lasted a few minutes.
"I'm going to cum," he warned.
Rachel pulled her mouth off of his cock long enough to plead for him to fill her mouth with it. That was all it took, and he started pumping cum between her lips.
"Ugh...Oh God..."
Rachel kept on sucking and swallowing until John started to deflate in her mouth. She pulled her mouth away. "Yummy."
John collapsed back onto the bed. "Come here," he commanded.
Rachel stood up. "I'm right here."
"No. That's not what I mean. Come here. I want your pussy on my face. I'm going to eat you."
"Oh!" Rachel exclaimed and then jumped onto the bed, crawling over John's body until her naked sex was right over his face. "No one's ever done that to me before."
John pulled her down onto his mouth and started to lick her oozing slit. Rachel moaned and ground herself against John's mouth. "Oh Fuck! Eat me!" she squealed.
John pleasured her, licking and sucking on her clit. It had been years since he had done this, and he was going to make the most of it. She was delicious and her body was telling him that he was doing it right.
"Oh...oh....I'm cumming," she moaned as her body shook in orgasm. John kept licking and sucking her as she came. Rachel kept grinding her pussy against John's mouth. She rolled off of him a few minutes later, breathing heavily.
John looked over at her squeezing her hand. "Are you okay?"
"I couldn't breathe...fuck...that was so intense...that was so good....oohh."
They both lay there recovering on the bed, holding hands.
"I love you," Rachel said and then grabbed some clothes and a small bag of toiletries and ran into the bathroom.
"Shit," John said to himself, still savoring her taste on his tongue. "She really is delicious."
Rachel came out a few minutes later. "It's all yours," she said smiling at him. "I'm going to check on the kids and what I've got in the oven."
She was wearing the tightest jeans that John had ever seen. They were a second skin, revealing every inch of her luscious ass and shapely legs. She had on an almost sheer white top with a plunging neckline. John could see her large thick nipples poking against the fabric. Rachel just laughed at him and left the bedroom. John's cock was semi-hard again. He shook his head and walked into the bathroom.
John brushed his teeth, got dressed and went downstairs as well. When he got there he could smell a roast that Rachel had in the oven. She knew her way around the kitchen for sure. She was outside playing with the kids again. What was he going to do? Did she really love him? Was he going to leave his wife? What about the kids? She was too young for him!
Just then there was a knock on the front door. John was surprised when he opened it up and it was his sister. "Uh...Hi," John said, clearly surprised.
"Hey John," she said. "Well, aren't you going to let me in?"
Of course not, John thought to himself. My braless, barely-legal, illicit lover is out back playing with my children and you want to come in? Instead, John simply said, "yes."
John's sister, Wendy, was a few years younger than John and lived in Pennsylvania.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, just now noticing that she had a suitcase with her.
"Don't you remember?" She sighed and stared at him. "I told you I was heading out west for the writer's faire and that I'd be stopping by Sunday night. Don't tell me that you forgot?"
"I...no...I mean yes. I forgot."
"Where's Kathy?"
"Well that's part of the problem. Her sister was in the hospital and she left to help her out for a few days. Things have been kind of crazy around here, especially with work. It doesn't matter though. You're always welcome and we always have room for you."
"Well that explains a lot," Wendy said laughing. "Are you cooking? Something smells wonderful."
"Well, not exactly," John said grabbing Wendy's suitcase and setting it near the stairs. "Do you remember Rachel, our babysitter?"
"She's here? She's cooking?"
"Yes. It was all Kathy's idea."
"Of course," Wendy replied. "I see."
There was no love lost between John's sister and his wife. "Come on out and say hi to the kids," John said, leading Wendy to the back of the house.
As soon as the kids saw John's sister, they came running in from the back yard. "Hi Aunt Wendy!" they said in unison, smothering her in hugs and kisses.
"Hi," Rachel said sheepishly, standing in the doorway.
"Hi Rachel," Wendy said, arching her eyebrows, obviously shocked by Rachel's barely covered breasts. "Shouldn't...never mind...do you remember me from a few a few years ago? You've changed."
"Thank you," Rachel replied. "I do remember you."
At this point the kids ran back outside to finish making mud pies and Rachel hurried along behind them.
"John, we need to talk," Wendy said angrily to John. "She looks like a slut and in front of the kids."
"I was upstairs working and just now came down. I had no idea," he defended himself. His own anger was rising; or was it guilt?
"Okay...Christ, I'm sorry," Wendy said putting a hand on her brother's arm. "It's been a long drive and I'm a little grumpy. I was just shocked. I know that's how girls dress these days. Could you tell her to change shirts, for me?"
"Of course," John replied. "Why don't you go upstairs and freshen up. Rachel was going to stay in the guest room but it's all yours. She won't mind sleeping on the couch."
Wendy just nodded and took her bags upstairs. John called Rachel in, but before he could say anything, she told him that she was going upstairs to change shirts and get her stuff out of the guest room.
"That was easy," he said to himself. Why did she have to make everything so damn easy?
John and Wendy spent the rest of the afternoon catching up and playing with the kids as Rachel made dinner. "It's like having your own live in housekeeper," Wendy said as Rachel call from the kitchen that dinner was ready. John smirked. It was a lot more than that.
Dinner was great and Wendy started warming up to Rachel. They both kicked John out of the kitchen and cleaned up together. They were actually having a good time in there, joking around. John thought that it was nice to have the sound of friendly laughter coming out of the kitchen for a change.
When it was time to turn in for the night, Wendy apologized for taking the guest room and offered it back to Rachel.
"No thanks Wendy," Rachel replied. "I'm fine out here and these couches are very comfortable. I'll probably sleep better than you."
John hoped so. He knew that he wouldn't be able to resist her if she snuck into his room tonight. He still didn't know what he was going to do? Just cut Rachel off and find another babysitter? Would she keep quiet? Did John even want her to?
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John awoke in the middle of the night with a massive hard on. Well, that wasn't quite right. He awoke in the middle of the night to Rachel jacking him off to his full length and hardness.
"Rachel! What are you doing? My sister is in the next room!" he hissed at her.
Rachel responded by taking half his shaft into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. Soon she was bobbing her head up and down his thick cock, making wet slurping noises. John was unable to protest. The feeling was too good and the sounds of her sloppy blowjob were almost too much.
Rachel pulled her mouth off of his cock, drool running down her chin. "I missed you today. I felt like we had to keep our relationship a secret with your sister here."
"We do," John said as Rachel pulled off her oversized t-shirt letting her monumental tits spring free. "Oh, my God."
Rachel got on the bed and lay back, spreading her legs. "I've never needed anything in my life as badly as I need you right now. I was going to ask you to make love to me but all I really want you to do is fuck me," she said pouting her lips for effect.
"I...Wendy is...you..." John stammered. His cock was impossibly hard and it hurt.
Rachel inserted a finger into her pussy and started fucking herself with it. "I need this to be your cock, lover. Your cock is much thicker and longer than my finger and it will pump me full of your baby seed."
In spite of himself he crawled over Rachel, squeezing one of her plump boobs as she continued to finger herself. Did she just say baby seed? He had filled her pussy up with his semen without using protection. He hadn't even bothered to ask her if she was on the pill. What if he got her pregnant? She probably already was. This was a nightmare. She was his personal whore of Babylon and he was helpless to stop himself.
"Please," Rachel whispered huskily. "Be my man and fuck me."
"I am your man," John said and thrust himself inside her. Soon they were sucking on each other's tongues as they fucked. Rachel was moaning into his mouth and grabbing John's ass, urging him deeper. Rachel was so tight and warm and alive. He knew in that instant that he would never give her up. They both came together, neither of them noticing Wendy watching from the doorway.
Rachel slept with John that night, only bothering to get dressed when his alarm clock went off for work. She took her time pulling on her pajamas and leaving his room.
When John finished dressing, he left the room and ran right into Wendy.
"John...we need to talk."
"What's up? I haven't had any coffee yet so don't make it too complicated."
"Oh this is going to be easy," Wendy said looking like she was about to unleash the fury of the world upon him.
"Okay, you've got my attention."
"I know that Rachel slept with you last night."
"Slept with me?"
"Don't make me say it. Goddamn you!"
"I..."
"I saw you fucking each other's brains out last night. There! Do you understand that?""
John strode past his sister and headed down the stairs and into the kitchen. Rachel and the kids were sitting there eating fruit loops. He stood there for a minute, realizing that his little fantasy was soon going to be over. Rachel stood up as soon as she saw John enter the kitchen, and went over to the coffee machine. Wendy followed John into the kitchen and her and Rachel shared a look. It was a look that said that there were no secrets here this morning. They both turned and looked at John.
"Go finish your movie, guys," Rachel said to the children. They both took off into the family room leaving only the adults.
"John?" Rachel asked. It was a question that really asked everything.
"John," Wendy said simply.
John started to sweat. He wanted to crawl into a hole. It was moments like this that defined who a man really was. He didn't want to be a timid little coward who cheated and lied.
John went over to Rachel and pulled her against him. Her massive chest squeezed between them, as he looked her in the eyes. "I love you," he said and kissed her passionately. She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him.
They stepped apart, holding hands and looked over at Wendy.
"Well I guess that settles that," Wendy said. "Now, what?"
"I guess I'd better call Kathy."
"She'll be furious," Wendy said.
"I don't think so. She can have the house. She doesn't even like the kids."
"You're being a little simplistic," Wendy said. "Life's way more complicated..."
John cut her off. "I see everything so clearly now. I'm tired of doing the wrong thing and banging my head against the wall. I've got to make a few phone calls."
John found Wendy and Rachel drinking coffee together in the living room, when he came back. He went over to Rachel and kissed her, sitting down next to her. She melted against him, eyes wide, mouth open.
"Well?" Wendy asked.
"I told her I was leaving her and that I was taking the kids. I told her that she could have the house and that we'd work out visitation and that my lawyer would be in contact with hers. For once in her life, she didn't have much to say. She asked who would be watching the kids and I told her Rachel would. She didn't say much more that that, except that she wanted all of my stuff gone by the time she got home."
"Where will you go?" Rachel asked.
"That's the wrong question Rachel," John said, grasping both her hands in his and gazing into her eyes.
"I just can't...I don't know how to ask what I'm feeling," she said. She took a big gulp as tears streamed down her face.
"I've just rented us a townhouse. You're moving in with me. You're moving in with us."
"Oh, John," she said collapsing against him.
"Oh, John," Wendy said. "Should I stay and help you pack?"
"Please," John and Rachel said in unison. Wendy did. John and his Busty little baby sitter made babies and lived happily ever after.
The End.
