Babysitting... and Sitting and More

All characters are at least 18 years old.

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I laid on the couch staring at the ceiling with my blood boiling. I'd never been so furious in my life. Not only had Mrs. Jennings fucked Mr. Jennings practically on top of my head, she'd made a spectacle of doing it and had thrown it in my face. And for what? Because she was threatened by me. Her marriage was hanging by a thread. Her husband had chosen me over her. Even though he hadn't specifically said the words, it was only a matter of time before he made it official. She was just a jealous sore loser.

I don't know how long I laid there. Minutes. Hours.

When I finally pulled myself up from the couch to go to bed, I wasn't the least bit tired. I paused in the kitchen and considered getting a snack, but I was more than physically hungry. I turned and headed for the hallway but didn't slow down as I passed my door. I was more than sexually hungry. I grabbed the doorknob at the end of the hallway and slowly turned it.

I was hungry for revenge.

As gently as I could, I eased Mr. and Mrs. Jennings' bedroom door open. Through the crack between the door and doorway, I scanned the room through the darkness within. There was just enough light from a wall-mounted nightlight for me to see that both Mr. and Mrs. Jennings were asleep. Mrs. Jennings was rolled over on her side facing away and had the covers over her. Mr. Jennings was lying on his back with the covers at his waist. His hands were clasped across his chest.

I pushed the door further open just enough for me to slide past the face of the door. I tiptoed across the carpet to Mr. Jennings' side of the bed. When I got to it, I reached for the blanket on him and began lowering it, licking my lips in anticipation of a little late-night snack.

I lowered the blanket about two inches when Mrs. Jennings suddenly rolled over. Her eyes pierced through the darkness and almost seemed to glow red with fire, but her voice was light, almost sarcastic as she said, "Hey Jasmine. Did you need something?"

I immediately let go of the blanket and took a step back, shaking my head. "I was just...he looked cold, so I was tucking him in."

Mrs. Jennings tweaked her face into a huge smile that reminded me of a clown. "That's so sweet." She turned and looked at him as he continued to sleep. "Don't worry, I'll keep him warm." She sat up and peeled back the covers on her side to reveal that she was completely naked. She scooted closer to him and laid her bare breasts across his chest and wrapped her arm around him. "Goodnight and sweet dreams," she said, smiling at me.

Bitch.

I nodded back but couldn't even put on a fake smile. I turned and left the room and returned to my own. Alone. And lonely.

I tossed and turned for what seemed like hours. I couldn't get the sounds and images from the previous evening out of my head. Mrs. Jennings slurping Mr. Jennings' cock. Mrs. Jennings' heavy breasts bouncing as she rode him. Mr. Jennings trying to keep her quiet while she did everything in her power to try to 'wake' me up. Mrs. Jennings shit-talking me while he bent her over my head.

I raised my arms and slammed my fists down on the bed. What did he see in her? Why did he even marry her? She was a desperate, horrible, spiteful wretch. I was perfect for him and she knew it. It was written all over her face the night she walked in and found him on top of me. And right after she saw it, she did the only thing she could--walk away. He was mine.

My chest warmed as I thought back to the way she looked as she watched her husband fuck me. It was as if her soul had been snatched away.

As I continued to reimagine that night, my hand drifted down between my legs and I stroked my fingers across my mound, setting off an electrical charge that shot through my body.

I should've made her stay and watch. Made her listen. Made her smell our sex.

I motioned at her with my finger the way an owner summons a pet. Mrs. Jennings hesitated, clearly unsure whether she wanted to physically acknowledge the affair that was taking place right before her eyes. But after a moment, she pushed the door open wider and walked in. She only came two steps into the room and stayed by the door as if ready to run the moment it became too much to bear. As it was, it was a wonder she was still watching us.

My nipples ached as I reimagined the indecent episode. I reached inside the bottom of my t-shirt and slid my hand over my tummy and kept going until I reached the bottom curve of my breasts. Slowly, I kept going, giving the right one a gentle squeeze and then slipping my palm over my hard nipple.

"Unnnnhhhhh..." My body trembled as I made contact.

Mr. Jennings lifted his chest off mine before lowering his head to lick my right and then left nipple, causing me to squeal and rub my feet back and forth on the slippery, satin bedsheets. Mrs. Jennings shifted along the wall toward us, apparently trying to confirm whether her husband was sucking my tits.

My hand passed across my chest from one side to the other tweaking my nipples. I lifted my hips off the bed, humping into the air as I thought back to Mr. Jennings plowing into me. My left hand drifted between my legs and I gnashed my teeth as I scraped my fingernails along my inner thigh, moving steadily higher until my fingertips reached the edge of my panties. I kept moving higher until I met the damp material over my lips.

Mr. Jennings continued bouncing me on the bed with no idea that his wife was just feet away with her eyes rising and falling as they followed the movement of his body. She moved them along his body until they met mine again. The look I saw in them was the look of a broken woman. A woman who has just realized she's lost the thing she values the most in the world. More than anything, she wanted to come over to the bed and stop us but doing so would mean that her husband would be 'caught.' With nothing left to lose, he'd have no reason to stay with her.

Two of my fingers were pressed into my pussy up to the knuckle and thrusting in time with the strokes from Mr. Jennings. I had cast my panties off to the floor and my knees were pulled up to my chest. My shirt had been flipped up and over my head so I could get myself as naked as I was that night.

God...he was relentless, fucking me like he'd never had better. But then...up until me, he'd never had better. At least, not from Mrs. Jennings.

Mrs. Jennings folded her arms across her chest. It was the most defiance she could display at the moment. I smiled and reached up to put my hands on Mr. Jennings' cheeks. They were warm and slick with sweat. I pulled his head down to mine and lifted my own to meet him. The softness of his lips drew a moan from somewhere deep within my core. When my mouth opened, Mr. Jennings slipped his tongue in and flicked it against the tip of mine.

I knew Mrs. Jennings was watching our shared passion. She was undoubtedly sick to her stomach, but there was nothing she could do about it.

"Oh...fuck..." I had lowered my hand from my breasts to join my other hand between my legs. My fingers were a blur as they rubbed over my clit while I continued to fuck myself with my other hand.

I broke our kiss and lowered my head back to the bed. "Oh...fuck...keep going...you're gonna make me cum."

Mr. Jennings laid his body back down onto my heaving chest, mashing my tits between us. He pressed his face into the crook of my neck and licked my earlobe. "Do you like it? Do you like taking my cock?"

I closed my eyes and whined as I hurtled toward the cliff. But I wanted to hold off and cum with him. I lifted my hips to meet him while squeezing him with my pussy muscles.

"Do you want to know--unghhh" Mr. Jennings' voice cut off as I squeezed him again. He rolled his shoulders forward. "Do you want to know a secret?" He kissed my earlobe.

I nodded and whispered, "Yeah, tell meeeee..."

He pressed his lips against my ear and said, "You're better than Ashley."

My stomach fluttered and I threw my arms around his sweaty back. "Say it again."

He kissed my earlobe again and repeated it, his warm breath spreading over my ear and along my neck. "You're better than Ashely."

Knowing she was standing right behind him made each word pulse through my body. "Oh fuck! Louder!" I wanted her to hear him.

"You're so much better than my wife," he said, his voice booming like thunder. The rumble in his chest spread into mine.

I threw my hips up to fuck against him as I tumbled over the cliff. When I landed, I splashed down in a white-water river and was swept away."

I lifted my chin to the ceiling and opened my mouth in a silent scream as my body shook and bounced on the bed. Even though I was down the hall from Mr. and Mrs. Jennings' room, I didn't want to risk being too loud.

My clit rang as I rubbed myself through the shockwaves that rocked my body. I had pulled my other hand from my pussy and was clutching at the bedsheets to try to suppress the urge to let loose with shouts of profanity.

"Oh shit! Fuck me with your fat cock!" I writhed beneath Mr. Jennings' body while he did his best to keep me pinned to the bed and prevent me from bouncing us both off and onto the floor.

Through gritted teeth, he continued pounding me through my orgasm before finally announcing, "I'm almost there."

I wanted nothing more than for his wife to watch him cum in me.

"Cum! Cum for me!" I shouted as I continued to zip along the crest of my orgasm. "Cum in this hot--oh fuck!" I went over another cliff as Mr. Jennings bit into the side of my neck.

He slammed his hips against me until I didn't think I could take anymore and then let out a roar as he pressed himself deep. His body trembled on top of mine and his cock spasmed within me while I whined while trying to pull myself through the blinding light of having just cum again. Everything around us was bathed in a glowing white light.

In time, we both started to come back down. Our breathing synched up as we laid together in each others' arms.

The dampness of the sheets beneath me was starting to feel cool against my skin. The sound of my breathing was almost hoarse in my ears.

I lifted my head and looked out across my body and the disheveled bed. A satisfied smile spread across my face. I made myself a promise: my next orgasm in this bed would be on his fat cock.

I sank my head back against the pillow and closed my eyes, trying to hold onto the memory of fucking Mr. Jennings even as I mixed in imaginary details. In my mind's eye, Mrs. Jennings was still standing nearby and staring at us. I puckered my lips and blew a kiss at her and mouthed, "he's mine."

The next morning, I once again woke to the smells of breakfast. I detoured to the bathroom and took a shower before I went out to the kitchen. I threw on a t-shirt and shorts and made my way to the kitchen where Mr. Jennings was shaking a pan of sizzling bacon back and forth. I didn't even know he could cook.

He smiled as I walked in. "Good morning, Jasmine. Breakfast is almost ready."

"It smells great. I can't wait."

"Hi, Jasmine," Mrs. Jennings said from the living room in a syrupy sweet voice that made my stomach turn and almost killed my appetite. She was sitting on the floor playing with Alex who cooed at me.

"And good morning to you too," I said to him, ignoring his mother. I walked over and stroked his hair and then went to sit on the couch.

"Did you sleep well?" Mrs. Jennings asked. She wasn't done rubbing the previous night in my face.

Big fucking deal. You had sex with your husband. Whoop-dee-doo. "Yes, I did. I feel so refreshed this morning. I think getting that nap yesterday evening helped. I slept like a log. I don't even know what time I got up to go to bed."

"I hope we didn't disturb you," she said, lowering her voice. "Harold was absolutely insatiable."

I stuck out my chin at her. "No, not at all. I slept right through." I leaned back and watched her play with Alex for the next several minutes until Mr. Jennings called us for breakfast.

"Hey, I just had an idea," Mrs. Jennings said while shielding herself with her hand as Alex slung pieces of scrambled egg across the table. "Jasmine, why don't you invite your little young man friend over for lunch? And afterwards, when Alex goes down for his nap, we can all take a dip in the hot tub."

I didn't even want to be around the woman much less see her desperately throwing herself at him. "Oh, you mean 'Jack'? I can check with him, but he probably has to work. He's running a camp, you know. He's not just hanging out here on vacation." I tried to keep my tone even, but the iciness crept in.

"Well, let me know when you find out from him. Harold can grill. We can have a little bit of a hot tub cookout."

"Mmm," was all I was willing to offer in response.

Jack was all too eager to accept the offer when I texted him after breakfast. He said that he'd only be able to stay for a little while but promised he'd come by.

I spent most of the rest of the morning in my room and only came out to watch Alex while Mrs. Jennings went for a jog. I left Alex on the living room floor with a few of his toys and sidled up behind Mr. Jennings who was in the kitchen marinating chicken.

"I have some breasts you can rub after you finish with those," I whispered in his ear.

Mr. Jennings turned to glance in the direction of the living room to make sure Alex was well out of sight and hearing range. "And I have some warm sauce to put on them."

I stepped up closer and pressed my body against his back. I reached around his waist and grabbed his cock through his cargo shorts. It stiffened almost immediately in my hand as I stroked him through his clothing.

"I wasn't sure you were still interested in me after yesterday," I said.

"Yesterday?"

"Last night. In the living room." I stopped stroking him and waited for him to acknowledge what had occurred the previous evening. When he remained silent, I gave his cock a hard squeeze and said, "When you were having sex right next to me."

"Oh, that...huh," Mr. Jennings' voice wavered as he spoke, "I didn't realize you were awake."

"Yeah, well, I was. For the whole thing." I loosened my grip on him.

Mr. Jennings' shoulders sagged. "I'm sorry about that, Jasmine. Ashley gets so carried away sometimes." He let out a deep sigh. "I never would've gone along with it if I knew you were awake."

"I know. She looked and sounded so desperate. Honestly, I was embarrassed for her."

Mr. Jennings forced out a low chuckle.

After a long silence, I said, "I came to visit you later, but you were asleep, so I had to go back to my room." I began caressing Mr. Jennings through his shorts again. "All. Alone." I punctuated each word by gently pinching his head with my fingertips which made his cock jump. "I was so lonely without you." I pressed my body in tighter and rubbed my tits against him. My aching nipples probably felt like diamonds scraping against his back through my shirt. I brought my mouth close to his ear and breathed against it, making him shudder. "Do you know what I did to get myself to sleep without you?"

Mr. Jennings tipped his head to the side. When he spoke, he voice was hoarse and sounded like his mouth was full of sawdust. "What did you do?"

I released his cock and grabbed his hand. I lifted it to his shoulder and leaned around him and took one of his fingers into my mouth. Mr. Jennings moaned while I drew my lips back and forth along its length, pretending it was his cock. After a moment of sucking it, I lowered his hand back to his side and took a step back. I slipped my hand into the waistband of my shorts and panties and pulled them out from my body. I guided Mr. Jennings' hand past the top of my shorts and panties and brushed it over my bare skin.

As soon as he felt my skin, he took over and moved his hand lower over my thin landing strip of hair and onto my pussy. His finger slid along the cleft of my lips and pressed past them. I was already wet for him, and his finger slipped in with no resistance.

I sighed and leaned my head against his back and closed my eyes. "Mmmmm...I missed you so much last night. I was so hot and wet and waiting." I gnashed my teeth and rocked my hips to thrust against his hand.

He knew my body so well and went to work using his other fingers to spread me open and frame his fingers around my clit. I scraped my teeth along the back of his shirt and moved my hands around and placed them on his chest. I continued sliding them down across his stomach and down to his waist until I felt the button for his shorts. The clasp proved difficult to manipulate given my distracted state, but when I had it undone, I slipped my hands inside and beneath his boxers and was rewarded with smooth, hard flesh.

Mr. Jennings tipped his head back and groaned as I worked my hand along his length. My other hand slid beneath his shirt and over his solid abs and chest. His coarse hair scratched my fingertips as I stroked them over his skin. He tensed up when my other hand trailed from his shaft down to cup his balls, and I felt his chest muscles flex.

In the meantime, his fingers continued to work themselves in and out of me and across my slick surface. I could barely concentrate on keeping up a steady rhythm as I moved my hand up from his balls and wrapped it back around his thickness. I pressed my head harder into his back, pushing him against the counter and trapping my hand between a cock and a hard place. But instead of moving away from him to release it, I humped against his hand.

My entire body was warm with the closeness we were sharing. The only thing that could make it better was if we switched places so he could fuck me onto the counter, but I didn't want to break the contact we had. After he made me cum, I'd switch places with him and let him finish.

"Honey, I'm home," Mrs. Jennings' said, her voice a sing-song shout, as the front door swung open and banged against the doorstop on the wall.

Mr. Jennings snatched his hand out of my shorts and bucked back against me so hard that I almost toppled over and had to backpedal all the way to the other side of the kitchen before I was able to regain my balance.

"Shit," Mr. Jennings said under his breath while racing to button his shorts.

The front door shut and I heard Mrs. Jennings walk into the living room. "Hi, snookums," she said to Alex.

The idea of being 'caught' alone in the kitchen with Mr. Jennings felt strange, so I hurried out. I was fully clothed but felt naked all the same and shuffled forward and sat at the dining table to hide my body.

Mrs. Jennings was kneeling in front of Alex while he babbled at her about the baby book he was looking at. She stood up, glistening with sweat from her run, and said, "Hey, Jasmine. Did you hear from Jack? Is he able to come over?"

"Yeah, sure, he'll be here," I said dryly. "He can't stay long."

Mrs. Jennings beamed a smile and clapped her hands. "Great! We'll be sure to make it worth his time." She stood to her feet while Alex mimicked her by clapping his hands. "I'm going to go shower and then get started on the potato salad." She moved toward the hallway and then stopped with a furrowed brow. "Where's Harold?"

I cleared my throat which suddenly felt like it was filled with cottonballs. I turned my head back and forth as if I was unsure. "Uhh...he might still be in the kitchen. He was working on the chicken, I think."

Mrs. Jennings leaned her body in that direction and called out, "Harold? Are you in there?"

"What's that?" Mr. Jennings replied as if he hadn't been able to hear her and had no idea she was back from her run.

"What are you doing in there?" She took a step toward the kitchen.

My heart skipped a beat even though I was sure he had to have gotten his shorts buttoned back up by now.