Foursome With The Babysitter
Jennifer and Billy arrive home early and are extremely angry to find the babysitter in their bed with her boyfriend, but this anger quickly turns into desire, leading to the night they will ever forget. More
Sara had had the day from Hell; everything that could go wrong, had, starting with the washing machine flooding the kitchen, to finding out her estranged father had passed away. She was to babysit for her mom’s boss, Jennifer for the first time that night, and just hoped that the kids would behave so that she could have a little peace and quiet.
Jennifer and her husband, Billy, lived in a stunning large house, more impressive than anything Sara had ever seen; she is completely overawed by it, and dreams of one day owning something like it herself.
When Sara’s boyfriend, Mark, calls, she tells him about her rough day. He insists on coming around to comfort her, and she gives him a guided tour of the lovely house. When she leads him into the bedroom suite, one thing leads to another and they start having sex on Jennifer’s bed.
Jennifer and Billy arrive home early and are extremely angry to find the babysitter in their bed with her boyfriend, but this anger quickly turns into desire, leading to the night they will ever forget.
All of her fantasies are about to come true; even some she never knew she had.
Warning: This 6,500+ word book contains graphic language, erotic situations, light BDSM, domination, submission. This story has been written for adults only (18+). Please know that all characters in this story are 18 years old or older.
“Well, what the hell do you think you are doing?” Jennifer’s eyebrows had almost disappeared, and yet strangely enough, she didn’t sound angry.
“Jennifer I’m so sorry; I honestly didn’t intend for this to happen. We were admiring your room after the kids had gone to bed, and we got carried away. I really am so, so sorry.” The tears were rolling down her cheeks, and she had thought that the day couldn’t get any worse? Jennifer coming home almost eclipsed everything that had already happened that horrendous day.
“I’m not too sure what my husband will have to say about this, but hang on; I can hear him coming. You can ask him for yourself.”