My wife got a new job working night shifts about three years after she had our first baby. For the most part I worked dayshifts but there were nights when I made extra money on the side freelancing as a bass player for bands who needed an experienced bassist when the one they had could not make it to a show for any number of reasons.
We had a baby sitter by the name of Marcy who had been coming over for about a year on a fairly regular basis to watch over our child when my wife and I were working.
Marcy was a hot looking young woman with full perky breasts, and a small tight bottom. Whenever she came over in her tee-shirt and cut -off jeans I would get a little excited looking at her and I'd need to try to put certain ideas out of my mind that were inappropriate.
I had a gig scheduled with a band one night who needed a fill-in bass player.
My wife was already at work by the time Marcy arrived around eight that night to babysit. It was a warm evening and she was wearing a very light summer dress that did very little to hide her georgeous figure. Our child had already been put to bed and all Marcy had to do was keep an eye on him and hope that he would not wake up and cause a commotion before I got home from the gig I was hired for.
Marcy had a job in a restaurant and between that and the babysitting, she was saving enough money to go to university.
She arrived a little late and as I did not need any more distractions,I quickly loaded my gear into my truck and took off for the bar I was to play at until two A.M that Friday night.
When I got to the gig for set up, I was surprised to see that the stage was empty and that there was no band in sight, so I went up to the bar and asked the bar tender what was up with the band.
"They got fired." The bartender said.
"What?" I replied in disbelief.
"The manager of the club caught them snorting up in the washroom, and he fired them right then and there." He said.
"But I came all the way out here to fill in for their bass player." I explained.
"How am I going to get paid?"
"Can't help you with that Bud." The bartender replied.
"You'll have to take it up with the band."
I was a little pissed off when I hopped back into my truck and headed for home again. Why didn't those guys call and tell me what had happened? Then I figured maybe it was for the best. They didn't seem like the most reliable people and they were probably so out of it, they just didn't give a shit any more.
I left my gear in the truck deciding that I would haul it in after I paid Marcy.
Hauling in the equipment made a lot of banging when my amp and mic stands knocking up against doors and the like, and I didn't want to wake up my little boy who was obviously still asleep in bed as the house was totally quiet when I silently opened the door and walked in.
By this time it was about ten P.M but the place seemed dead silent. There was no T.V or stero on. I figured maybe Marcy was on the internet.
I got curious and climbed up the carpeted stairs to our bedroom and it was at the foot of the stairs that I heard a distinct buzzing sound that I was familiar with. My cock hardened immediately as I tip-toedup to our opened bedroom door.
I peeked inside the room and there was Marcy lying on the bed with her dress up above her waist with her panties removed, and cast off beside her on the bed.
She was whimpering intensely as she worked my wife's dildo vibrator up and down in the crack of her sex as her bottom bucked up and down to the orgasms sweeping through her.
Marcy was so involved in her activity that she did not even notice when I stepped into the room rubbing my stiff cock through my jeans taking in all that I was seeing.
The top of Marcy's light summer dress had been unbuttoned and her brassiere had been pushed up over her fresh young breasts to allow her to squeeze them and pull on her plump nipples.
It occurred to me then that I had the chance for a little adventure with this young babysitter.
"Just what do you think you're doing?"
I shouted, startling the hell out of the poor girl as she dropped the vibrator which continued to buzz away on its own on the bed. She finally came to her senses enough to turn the thing off as she sat up on the bed pulling her brassiere back up and her dress back down. Her face was red with embarasment.
"oh my god" She said searching for words.
"I'm so sorry...I ..."
" You dirty little thing!" I said, deciding to toy with her . Strangely enough,talking this way only increased my own excitement.
"Wait till I tell your parents about this!"
"Oh no...Please don't!" She begged.
"I don't think I could ever face them again if you did that."
"Well this is a very naughty and very dirty thing you've been doing here."
I replied.
"Sneaking through my wife's dresser drawers.
What else have you found in there?"
I knew very well that there was a lot more in the dresser besides the vibrator Marcy had been using.
"I don't know...I..."
"Stop all that blathering and fess up!"
I said.
