I (F) became the babysitter every wife dreads
Years ago, my dad’s old college buddy, Mike (late 40s, super fit doctor, total silver fox), asked if I could babysit his daughter, Margot, while he and his wife, Jessica, went out for a fancy date night. Mike was loaded, charming, and I’d had a massive crush on him since forever.
Every week, he’d pick me up, I’d watch Margot, and he’d drive me home after, slipping me $60 in cash. It was all innocent… until it wasn’t. Halfway through the summer, I couldn’t hold back anymore. When he dropped me off one night, I leaned over in the car and kissed him. Full-on, no hesitation, heart racing. To my surprise, he kissed me back—hard. Like, I’m-a-married-man-but-I’m-not-stopping-this hard.
He tried to protest when I reached for his zipper, mumbling something about Jessica waiting for him. But I just shushed him, told him to pretend I was his wife, and pulled out his already rock-hard cock. The way he groaned when I took him into my mouth. I went to town, deep-throating him while he gripped my hair, muttering how Jessica “never does this anymore.”
I teased him, saying how most guys don’t last that long, and how his resistance was kinda turning me on even more. He kept stammering that we should stop, that he was married, but when I challenged him to actually stop me, he didn’t. Not even close. Instead, he started thrusting into my mouth, completely losing control. He cursed loudly when he came in my mouth. I swallowed every drop, and the look on his face was pure shock and satisfaction.