I’m too old to be having body issues, but I admit I am envious of Ashley for her youth. It’s not so much her looks but the vitality and youthfulness that emerged from her every pore. She looked so young. If Taylor had been a few years older, I am sure the tyke would have fallen in love with his babysitter right there and then.
As to whether Fred found Ashley sizzling hot, I don’t really know. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to read between the lines, though, because even I found myself quite attracted to Ashley, and I’m a girl, for Pete’s sake. Fred went on his way as if nothing struck him strange in particular. He and Ashley were polite and made small talk when chance permitted, yet I sensed a kind of growing sexual tension between the two. I ignored my guts and told myself I am getting paranoid. Ashley is a teenager, and my husband is in his late thirties already. No way would he pick on someone who could pass of as his younger sister.
Oh, I was badly mistaken. Things took a turn for the worse when I accidentally stumbled upon Fred and Ashley one sunny afternoon.
I had been feeling unwell that day. My head had been throbbing lazily, and when my boss noticed how lousy I felt, he told me to pack my things up and spend the rest of the afternoon at home. I was grateful and told him so. I got my things and drove back home, struggling with the monster headache that was beginning to claw itself out from the black hole it has been buried in.
Turning into the driveway, I didn’t see Fred’s car anywhere, which was how it should be. I knew Ashley was around because she was scheduled to babysit Taylor today. I shut the engine off and went toward the back door, 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.