The Babysitter Ch. 02

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“How soon is soon?” Cami asked, flustered as she hurriedly slid back into her dress.

“I don’t know.” I replied, stripping off the bed sheets. “But you shouldn’t be here to find out.”

It was the part of the story you don’t tend to read about much. After the steamy undressing, the hot love affair and the blissful slumber came the disorienting reality check, the panic-induced cleanup and for at least one of us, the shameful sneak home.

My heart was racing, almost faster than it was the night before. Evelyn said ‘soon’. She would be home soon. And whatever amount of time that meant precisely, was surely not enough to cleanup, shower and ensure that any and all evidence of what had happened was gone.

That last part was proving to be surprisingly difficult.

“Have you seen my underwear?”

I glanced at Camille.

“You’ve lost your underwear?”

“No.” She frowned. “You took them off. You lost them.”

I was beginning to see the appeal in the motel room cliche.

Why the hell had Evelyn changed on a dime, anyway? Why did she just have to come home first thing that same morning?

I found myself wishing she had taken the rest of the weekend to make up her mind – or better yet, figure it out before she left. But I quickly retracted that last thought.

Because if you had put me in the exact same situation as before, even with the knowledge that Evelyn was going to change her mind and come home the very next morning, I’d still have done what I did.

I felt bad about cheating. But I didn’t regret it.

That night with Cami was perfect. Not just because the sex with her was otherworldly – it was – but it was also so much more than that. It was that exhilarating feeling of not being able to keep your hands off each other. That feeling of being craved, desired, hungered for. That intensity, passion and intimacy that leaves you feeling as emotionally satisfied as it does sexually.

Cami gave me all of that and then some. And I needed it. I was starved of it. When I first awoke that morning after, I felt more satisfied in every sense of the word than I had in a long time. Even long before Evelyn and I had drifted apart.

So if I could go back in time and do it again, I wouldn’t have changed a damn thing.

Except, maybe where I put Camille’s panties.

“Where could they have possibly gone?” I asked bewildered, dropping to my hands and knees and checking under my bed.

“If they’re this much trouble, I won’t wear any next time.” She giggled.

Next time? I definitely wanted a next time. But I knew it would be a dangerous game and I did not feel like the kind of guy who could juggle a mistress and a marriage. Nor was I sure I wanted to be.

Like I said, I didn’t regret that night. And I didn’t feel as guilty as I maybe should have, but I was sure my marriage was ending and gave in to temptation in the heat of the moment. But actively sneaking around behind my wife’s back when we were supposed to be working on things? It was hard to not see myself as the bad guy in that situation.

“GOTTEM!” I shouted.

I handed them back to Cami and watched as she slipped them on. I didn’t know watching someone dress could be just as erotic as watching them undress.

“I’ll slip out back. Just in case.” She said.

“Thanks. I-” Was all I could say before she suddenly kissed me on the lips.

And just like that, I was no longer concerned with my wife’s imminent return. When Cami slowly pulled away, our noses grazed together and we stared into each other’s eyes. God must have crafted hers from the purest oceans. They were hypnotizing.

She rested her fingertips on my chest and slowly ran them down my torso as she fell back onto her heels from her tip-toes.

“Don’t forget about me.” She whispered.

And then she crept away.

Spoiler alert: I didn’t forget about her.

I couldn’t have if I wanted to.

The Babysitter | Chapter 2 | Aspen Bliss

For the first time in over a year, I felt like I had spoken to the woman I had married again. Evelyn came home and we had a lengthy discussion about our relationship. We both apologized for what we said during our fight and agreed that we couldn’t continue like that. It wasn’t fair on the kids to grow up in a hostile environment. And true to the words in her text, she wanted to make things work.

I felt a weird pit in my stomach.

I didn’t want to lose my marriage. I certainly didn’t want to lose my house, my kids and my reputation either. But I also really didn’t want to lose Cami. Talk about having your cake and eating too, huh?

I wasn’t sure what I was going to do or how I was going to do it.

But those bridges could wait to be crossed.

Evelyn and I ordered takeout and spent the rest of the day watching old movies. It felt like old times.

* * * * *

the next week

* * * * *

Camille and I almost never texted and when we had done, it was exclusively related to her job. Elazığ Escort Always very formal. Which is why I was surprised when my phone buzzed, to see her name.

CAMI: Hey Mr C. Wyd? ✔✔

I hadn’t spoken to her yet. I didn’t know what to say nor where we stood. I still hadn’t made up my own mind on the situation.

ME: Hello Camille. I’m actually at work right now. Is everything ok? ✔✔

CAMI: In ur office? ✔✔

ME: Yes, why? ✔✔

CAMI: Alone? ✔✔

ME:…

ME:…

ME: Yes. ✔✔

A video with the caption ‘thinking of u’ came through. I clicked play.

She held her phone in her left hand, just in front of her face, as she laid in her bed. In view was her nude body, down to her spread legs and her right hand rubbing between her pale thighs. She moaned softly and quietly through deep breaths.

It was the most arousing ten seconds of video I had ever seen. But as easy as it was to get lost in my lust. I wanted to come clean and let her know I wasn’t getting a divorce.

ME: Look Cami, Mrs Cooper and I are going to give things a try. We’re not splitting up.

CAMI: oh ok

CAMI: anyway here’s one with a better angle

I didn’t get much work done for the rest of the day. Luckily it was close to finishing time anyway. I went home and immediately took a long shower. I told Evelyn it was just because I had a stressful day at work.

She believed me.

* * * * *

the next day

* * * * *

CAMI: FIT CHECK! ✔✔

I stared blankly at my phone.

ME: What on Earth does this mean? ✔✔

Suddenly a picture popped up. It was of Cami, standing in front of a tall mirror, wearing a grey, tartan dress over a black sweater that matched the socks extending from her boots and up to her thighs. She posed with her tongue out, holding the camera with one hand and making the peace sign with the other. Her closest knee was raised and her leg pointed backwards.

CAMI: It means look how cute my outfit is. u like it? ✔✔

I loved every bit of it. It was exceptionally cute. Like her. And I don’t only mean how she looked. I found those random and innocent photos she’d send, so adorable. This was the first of many that week. Not just ‘fit checks’ but spontaneous selfies, random images from her day and pictures of things she had just eaten, wanted to eat, or ate once then vowed never again.

I loved all of them. I was soon glued to my phone, getting little hits of dopamine every time I saw her name flash across it. We began texting every day. From small talk about our day, all the way to deep conversations about the future and everything in between.

I had to be subtle when I was at home. Especially since Evelyn was making an effort to actually engage with me. I made sure my phone was on silent so she wouldn’t grow suspicious of the constant pinging.

As for her and I, things had been improving. It’s not like they were magically fixed, of course. I could still feel tension in the air and distance between us. More than anything, I could feel the thin ice beneath my feet. But all of it was better than it had been for a long time.

Our situation was helped by my high-spirits that stemmed from my exchanges with Camille.

I told Evelyn it was because I was so happy we were working on things.

I think she believed me.

* * * * *

The real challenge came on date night. My stomach had been knotting more and more as the hours progressed. I was scared Evelyn was going to pick up on something when Cami and I were together.

When that knock finally came, I opened the door with a wide hanging jaw. She was literally, jaw dropping. No matter how phenomenally beautiful Cami looked in pictures, they still couldn’t do justice to seeing her up close.

She showed up in that same outfit I told her I loved. The tartan dress down to the thigh-length socks. Who isn’t a sucker for thigh highs? The whole thing thing was proof that an outfit being less revealing doesn’t make it any less arousing. In fact, it was having the opposite effect.

But Cami could have shown up in a garbage bag and I’d have still been turned on.

“Hi Mr C.” She said, using an exaggeratedly innocent tone as she batted her eyelashes at me.

I gulped.

Her lips glistened. They were cherry red and looked more soft and kissable than ever.

I eyed her up and down – and then again – and then a third time – and then I finally moved aside and invited her in.

She intentionally pushed into me as she stepped past, brushing her arm against my torso as she did so.

“Oops.” She said nonchalantly.

Her perfume clung to my shirt. It smelled different than usual. A little more mature. Less flowers, more spices, with a hint of citrus.

Evelyn came down in a timely manner and we set off soon after. She made a real effort to talk to me during dinner. It was tough with Cami’s scent constantly caressing my nostrils. I kept thinking about how cute she looked in Elazığ Escort Bayan that outfit of hers and how much I wanted to drag her into the kitchen and bend her over the counter. Luckily I managed to keep my head on straight enough to concentrate on my wife.

She and I discussed what we did following our argument. I lied and said I just had a few beers, mostly. Though I did confess about forgetting to cancel on Cami and her still making the journey over. It felt safer that way. Half truths seemed better when possible. I had to choose my lies wisely.

She told me she dropped the kids off at her parents who were thrilled to see them again and asked if they could watch them more often, then she went over to her friend’s place only to find out that girl’s night had been cancelled. So she crashed there and that gave her the time to clear her head and decide to come back.

She also mentioned that the girl’s rescheduled for next week instead. So I encouraged her to go. I told her that she deserved a girl’s night and that breaking up our date night routine a little could be healthy for us. And with what felt like the stars aligning, I even mentioned she should drop the kids off at her parents on the way there, without sounding pushy thanks to their own request.

She loved it. And we were both getting exactly what we wanted.

So we had a nice meal, decent conversation, even a few laughs. Then we headed home. She held my hand on the ride back. Things felt like old times again.

That guilt started to sink in just a little. I just tried to ignore it.

We got home and staggered through the door. She bid Camille a good night and left me to pay like usual. Except first, she pulled me in and pressed her lips to mine, initiating the deepest kiss we had shared for a long time.

And, to be honest, I didn’t feel a whole lot. Except for a glare burning into the back of my head from the kitchen.

“I’m going to go freshen up and slip into something more comfortable.” Evelyn purred. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

I watched her slither up the stairs. I waited until I heard the bathroom door shut behind her, then wiped my mouth and walked to the kitchen.

“Uh, hey-“

Was all I managed before being spun around by my tie and shoved up against the fridge. Then there was that electricity pulsing through my veins as Cami thrusted her tongue down my throat. I just felt so alive whenever she kissed me.

As we embraced I felt her hands slide up my legs and gently squeeze my hardening cock.

My heart started racing. Her fingers drifted up to my zipper and slowly pulled it down.

“Cami!” I snapped in a hushed voice. “We can’t do this here.”

“I know.” She whispered. “But you’ve kept me waiting a whole week. How much more patient am I supposed to be?”

“Funny you ask-” I gasped but I couldn’t say more due to feeling her magical fingers make contact with the flesh of my cock.

“I was worried you didn’t enjoy it as much as I did.” Her voice was low, her tone was teasing.

“It’s definitely not that.”

She fished my cock out of my pants. Under her touch meant I was under her spell. It was hard to think clearly.

“You ate my pussy so good and I didn’t get to return the favor.” She started slowly tracing her fingers up and down my shaft.

Then she grasped it and began stroking. “And I want to so bad. I want your cock in my mouth until it’s spurting nice, warm cum down my throat. Don’t you want that too, Mr C?”

She licked her lips. Her grip around my dick tightened. Her pace increased steadily.

“You know I keep touching myself thinking about that night.” She sighed. “But it’s not enough. I need the real thing.”

She glanced down at my cock, biting her lip seductively. There was a look on her face, a look of yearning, of hunger. It made my cock throb even harder into her soft, heavenly hands.

“I’m begging you to fuck me.”

She dramatically picked up her pace. My heart was beating into my chest.

“Don’t you want to fuck my tight little pussy?” She looked at me with those pleading eyes.

My dick ached furiously. I felt harder than ever.

“And you can slap my butt as much as you want.”

A low groan escaped my lips.

“I bet you wanna put it in there, don’t you?”

My dick started tingling.

“And that way you don’t have to worry about pulling out.”

I was on fire.

“But if that’s what you’re worried about-“

Oh fuck.

“Then why didn’t you just cum inside my pussy?”

I felt my chest rumble as I fought to contain my moans. My dick started to jump and throb like crazy as Cami continued milking every last drop of jizz out of it. I sprayed it all up her dress and she didn’t even care. It just kept going and going and she didn’t stop working it until she was sure every last bit was out.

“Oops.” She giggled mischievously.

I stuffed my deflating cock back in my pants as she grabbed a paper towel and wiped herself off.

“I better get home quick.” Escort Elazığ She reached up and pecked my cheek. “Good luck with Mrs C.”

Little devil.

She slid out and I took a moment to freshen up myself.

When I got to my bedroom, Evelyn was waiting in lacy lingerie. I couldn’t have performed if I wanted to.

I told her it’s just because I was tired.

She didn’t believe me.

* * * * *

Evelyn was more cold and distant the next day. I didn’t blame her. I just gave her space. I knew I’d have to make my decision soon. Either break it off with Cami or accept my divorce. There was no way I could keep both relationships going. But I decided to wait a little longer before crossing that bridge.

I knew it was wrong. But the truth was, I was happy. The happiest I had been in a long time. And I was pretty certain that no matter which choice I made, I’d be considerably more miserable after it. So I decided to just enjoy being happy for a while.

I texted Cami that next morning.

ME: Quite the little stunt last night. That kind of behavior has earned you some spankings. ✔✔

CAMI: pfft! u call those spankings? i barely felt them last time ✔✔

ME: Wow. Someone’s finally letting their bratty side out. ✔✔

CAMI: thats just what happens when u dont tame it ¯_( ツ )_/¯ ✔✔

ME: Keep this up and you’ll have lots more begging to do. ✔✔

CAMI: we’ll see about that ✔✔

She sent me a picture shortly after. It was a selfie of her laying on her bed, with her face on the mattress and her ass in the air. She was wearing tiny, black, spandex booty shorts and had pulled the back deeper into her ass so her fat cheeks hung out the sides.

The caption read, ‘been waiting for a good spanking. prol gonna be waiting a lot longer x’

Her attitude continued into the next week. One sassy remark after the next. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on that girl’s bubble butt and give her exactly what she deserved.

She even suggested it was my fault. It seems she wasn’t getting enough attention. And it didn’t matter if it was work, or family, or anything else for why we had to wait to meet again. Whatever my reasons for not seeing her were, didn’t change the fact that I wasn’t seeing her.

On the surface, I assumed she was just playing around. But I couldn’t help but wonder if it was a reflection of deeper feelings. I, of all people, knew how much it sucked when you don’t get the affection you crave from someone.

Maybe I was just flattering myself by thinking she cared that much. Maybe I was overthinking it all.

Whatever the case, I was sure of one thing.

That girl’s ass was going to sting.

You can believe that.

* * * * *

“Oops.”

Suddenly a shopping cart crashed into mine.

“Cami.” I blurted out. “What are you doing here?”

“You mean at the grocery store? Well I know this is going to sound crazy but…” She ducked her head and looked left to right. “I’m buying groceries.”

She looked more casual than I had ever seen her. And not a tiny bit less beautiful. She was just wearing a grey tee shirt over a pair of skinny jeans. Her hair, for the first time I had seen, was tied up in a ponytail. It gave me flashbacks to our hot encounter, when I balled it up and pulled on it as I pounded her lovely, little body into my bed.

I wanted her so bad. I couldn’t help myself. No matter how bad I’d feel when I messed things up with Evelyn, or how much I told myself cheating was wrong, it all went away when Cami was near.

She was intoxicating. It was hard to think straight when she was near.

“I-I-I I just meant that, uh, uhm-“

“Uh, uh, I uhm, I uhm.” She taunted with that devilish smirk of hers.

“You just wait.”

“Okay.” She shrugged. “Not like I’ve been doing that for two weeks now.”

“It doesn’t take you long to turn into a brat, huh?”

She shrugged again. “I’ll behave when you give me what I want.”

For some reason, I didn’t believe her.

* * * * *

girl’s night

* * * * *

Things had smoothed over with Evelyn. I think girl’s night helped a lot with that. She was more excited for it than she had been for anything for a long time.

She hadn’t tried initiating sex again though. Not that I thought she would. In fact, I was glad she didn’t. Which, ironically made me feel a little bad.

That ugly bridge was drawing closer. I had to cross it soon otherwise the ground beneath my feet would crumble. But I could ignore it just a little longer, surely.

Well, I did. I’d cross it eventually.

Evelyn and the kids were long gone by the time Cami showed up to the house. She hurried in and I locked the door behind her.

Interestingly, she wore a ponytail that night. And there wasn’t much else she was wearing. Except for a miniature, white crop top and hot-pink skirt that clutched her curves tightly. She left her white sneakers at the door. Her painted toe nails matched the color of her skirt, as did her juicy lips.

As soon as she was inside, it began. She strutted down the hall with a little sass in her step.

When she approached the living room door she stopped and turned around. She folded her arms and slightly tilted her head.

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