Babysitter Is Better (MFF Menage Erotica)
Julia has been babysitting for Mike and Jessie since before she started college, and by now, they feel like friends. When she accidentally overhears their fun in the bedroom one night, her perception of the couple changes forever. Julia's not convinced it really was an accident and believes she's being seduced—but perhaps that's exactly what she wants. More
Julia has been babysitting for Mike and Jessie since before she started college, and by now, they feel like friends. When she accidentally overhears their fun in the bedroom one night, her perception of the couple changes forever. Julia's not convinced it really was an accident and believes she's being seduced—but perhaps that's exactly what she wants.
Julia is on the brink of a sexual awakening, one that leaves her with so many unanswered questions...and new desires. Will she be able to resist their advances? Or is their bed where she belongs?
Warning: This 20000 word story contains explicit sex that includes masturbation, shaving, oral, anal, pegging, and a threesome so hot that it will melt your ebook reader!
I suddenly awoke in the living room again, somewhat woozy from my nap. I sat up and pulled my hair out of my face, first noticing that the really late-night programming was on—you know, the stuff that no one really wants to watch but just deals with because it’s the only thing on. I stared at that TV, unable to move any further. After a minute or two, I pawed my hands across the couch, trying to find my phone on the other side. I grabbed it and brought it to my face: it was past 3:00am. What was I still doing here? They must have already come home, right?
That was when I heard the sounds. I first double-checked to make sure that the local NBC affiliate wasn’t suddenly playing porn—nope, the sounds were real. I sat for a second, totally transfixed upon what I was hearing.
“Oh yeah, you're so dirty,” came Mike’s voice. There was some moaning and then his groans continued. I could hear some loud slurping sounds; Jessie must have really been going to town on him. The bed creaked quietly, I imagined from his back arching against it. “Jessie, that’s really good.”
My mind was going wild. The more I sat there and thought about it, the more that my body raged and throbbed. I thought about what they were doing, feeling my hand falling toward that swollen spot between my legs, free-falling like a skydiver, ready for the parachute to deploy. At first, the fantasy was so vivid, raging in my mind like a war. Then, it started to fade as my curiosity continued to swell up, tearing down the imagined walls I had constructed. This was taking place right down the hall, not in my mind. I didn’t need to imagine it, did I?
In the same way that I felt my fingers gravitate toward my thighs, I felt my legs come to life, lifting me out of the spot I had sunken into in the couch. The room spun for a second and then I had my bearings. I crept into the hallway, paying careful attention to the volume of each of my steps. The floor was wooden, so it gently creaked as I walked. Thankfully I had memorized the quietest spots on the floor for when I had to check up on the kids without waking them. It was a skill that I wholeheartedly appreciated now.
Mike and Jessie’s room was closer to the kitchen than the kids’ rooms, so I didn’t have to go that far. I immediately noticed that the desk lamp was on, its beam illuminating the room as well as sending a stray beam pouring into the hallway. I approached cautiously, driven by my urges at this point. I almost gasped out loud when I realized I could see directly into their room through the crack in the door; they didn’t seem to be able to notice me, nor did they want to.