which was closer to the kitchen, and thought of asking Ashley to prepare some lemonade for us while I nursed my headache.
Since it was afternoon, I figured Taylor must be fast asleep. I didn’t want to wake him up, so I opened the door out back as silently as I could. Taylor’s room was miles away from the kitchen, but the house had a way of amplifying sounds from miles off. I couldn’t be too careful.
Shutting the door gently behind me, I silently made my way to the kitchen to get a glass of cold water. I was halfway there when I heard soft moaning sounds coming from the living room. I froze, puzzled. What was that? I stood where I was and strained my ears all the better to hear those moaning sounds with. At first there was nothing. Then they came again, slightly louder than before.
I frowned. Those moans didn’t sound good. Maybe Ashley was watching a porn flick or something. I’m not okay with people who do, but I don’t judge. If Ashley has a thing for watching porn, fine. Still, I didn’t like the idea of her doing it with Taylor only several steps away. My son could wake up, walk into the living room, and see the images on the screen. What would Ashley say then, and how would she explain the whole thing to Taylor?
I decided to give Ashley a crash course on the basics of babysitting. I strode toward the living room expecting to see Ashley sitting comfortably on the couch while she had a skin flick on. But that wasn’t what greeted my eyes when I set foot into the living room.
Ashley was on the couch, all right, but she was doing more than sit comfortably on the couch. She was lying down on it, and there was someone on top of her grunting and thrusting away.
It was Fred, my husband.
I froze in my tracks for the second time. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. How could Fred be home already? Didn’t I not see his car when I drove into the driveway? And how come-
Then my thoughts were broken apart as the reality of what I was seeing sank in. My eyes grew wide and I retreated back into the safety of the kitchen. I was wearing socks, so my footsteps were muffled. My breathing was far from muffled, though. I found I was panting heavily, like someone had just delivered a bone-breaking blow into my stomach.
Oh my god, it’s true, it’s true, I thought, horrified. Fred’s screwing around, oh my god, how do I deal with this, this can’t be-
“Fuck me, Mr. Garin!” Ashley cried out loud. “Oh, lord, I’m all yours!” She gave another heartfelt moan that sent ice down my spine.
I saw I had left the door connecting the living room and the kitchen ajar. I grabbed a chair, placed it behind the door, and sat on it. I peeked from behind the door and saw the position was perfect. I could see Fred and Ashley getting things hot and heavy on the couch, but they couldn’t see me, not even if they not busy screwing each other.
The sight made me incredibly sad, and it took a lot of willpower not to let a heart-wrenching cry escape my lips. I had always known Fred was sleeping with other women, but until now, I have never seen anything that would solidly prove his infidelity toward me.
My husband is cheating on me.
The furious part of me wanted to storm over to the couch and beat Fred and Ashley black and blue. God, I was so angry! I wanted to take the chair and table and slam the stuff into them. My calm, rational side, however, told me to sit where I am and not do anything drastic. Of course it hurts, but I wouldn’t get anything from beating my husband and the babysitter into unrecognizable lumps and shapes.
I decided to listen to my rational self talking. I sat where I was and waited for the ocean of fury inside me to recede. I took a peek from behind the door again and watched Fred and Ashley have mad, crazy sex.
The two were engaging in other round of foreplay this time. Their bodies were slick and glistening with sweat. Their bodies looked perfect together, and I felt a stab of jealousy slice through me. They were now upright: my husband was standing up on the couch, and Ashley was arranging herself into a kneeling position.
My husband’s cock stood out stiff and straight before him. It looked humongous. I had sucked, nibbled, and played with his penis countless times before, but I can never get over how big and large it was. I wondered how he could manage to get his entire dick inside Ashley, petite girl she was. Apparently, when there’s a will, there’s a way.
Ashley knelt in front of my husband’s rod. Her body, slick with sweat, looked magnificent. It practically glowed in the afternoon sun. I saw her ripe, juicy ass. I saw her curvy hips and tiny waist. I saw her perfectly round breasts with her pink nipples fully erect. Her long blond hair was hanging loose around her shoulders and on her back. Flushing from all that physical effort, Ashley looked smashing.
She appeared to be a sex goddess of some sort too. Her movements had none of that timid, hesitating quality associated with most first-timers in sex. Her movements were confident, purposeful, and fluid. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she was doing it very well.
Kneeling sexily in front of my husband, Ashley grabbed his dick with both hands. She didn’t take it into her mouth, at least not right away. What she did was run the huge rod all over her face, shoulders, and breasts, teasing Fred and herself at the same time. Fred moaned in ecstasy and grabbed Ashley’s blond hair with both hands. I looked at his face and saw his eyes were shut and his mouth was slightly open. Fred was in his element, all right.
Ashley saw this too, and she smiled. She caressed Fred’s penis from the tip to the base and back again. Her touch must be electric because Fred couldn’t stop himself from moaning and groaning. After stroking Fred’s penis for a few minutes, Ashley went on to touch his testicles. This made Fred grit his teeth and cry out even more.
“Ashley, you’re driving me mad,” I heard my husband say.
“We’re just beginning, Mr. Garin,” Ashley replied saucily.
I knew I should quit watching them and confront them right on the spot instead. But I couldn’t stop. The sight of my husband fucking another woman was terrible. Yet beneath that terrible image was a hidden pool of lust and arousal concealed mostly by my rage. It was crazy, but seeing my husband and the babysitter have a go at each other actually turned me on.
Incredible, I thought.
But the growing sticky feeling between my legs was saying otherwise. Reluctantly, I reached under the waistband of my skirt, shoved my panties aside, and felt for my most private part. I was surprised and horrified to discover I was indeed wet down there-and not just wet, mind you, but actually soaking wet!
I hastily removed my hand from down there and sat back on the chair. My eyes had grown wide, this time from surprise and shame. What was I doing? How could I be very wet at the sight of my husband cheating? Cheating, for Pete’s sake! I should be fuming mad and plotting revenge, not sitting on that lousy chair and becoming wet every minute as my husband thrust his organ hard inside another woman.
I took another peek and saw Ashley had Fred’s penis in her mouth this time. She sucked delicately, like Fred’s dick was cherry-flavored lollipop or ice cream. Her eyes were shut. I could see she was enjoying what she was doing immensely. Fred, on the other hand, was gripping Ashley’s hair tighter and tighter. His hips were beginning to rock, simulating the movements he does when he’s fucking someone in the pussy.
Ashley, sensing Fred’s hips were beginning to buck, made forward and backward motions with her head. In and out, in and out, I saw, went Fred’s penis inside Ashley’s wet, warm mouth. Fred had begun to buck faster. Ashley grabbed Fred’s hips, probably to steady him, and went on with her sucking motions.
I was glued to and transfixed at the scene before me. I had never seen two people making love in the flesh before. Well, the sight was incredibly arousing. I realized I was getting turned on again, and I flushed.
What the hell am I doing? I asked myself.
Before I knew what was happening, my hand found its way beneath the waistband of my skirt again. It knew where it was going, and it was wriggling inside my pussy in no time. I shifted in my seat and opened my legs wider. To hell with what others think! To hell with my cheating husband and snake of a babysitter! To hell with everyone else! I am going to fuck myself, and no one is going to stop me.
My hand started to feel constricted underneath my skirt’s waistband. With a groan, I removed my hand and unzipped my skirt. I slid it down and out toward my ankles, where I kicked it into a kitchen corner. I looked down and saw I was now in my black lacy panties. I decided to get it out of the way too. With another groan, I slid my panties down and out my legs. I kicked it into the same corner with the skirt. I now had no piece of clothing in the lower part of my body. I looked down and saw my freshly shaved pussy looking back at me.
“Time to get into business,” I said softly.
