It had been a week since Mrs. Kelly had caught her husband and me having sex in their bedroom. So far, there had been no repercussions. Absolutely nothing. The eerie silence was haunting. The entire week, I had been on pins and needles. I couldn’t sleep or concentrate on my studies. All kinds of scenarios were swirling in my mind. There was no contact from either of the Kellys. I had no idea what this meant. Was that it? Would I never hear from them again? I should be so lucky. I wish that I had gone out of town for college, away from this shitstorm.
“April, are you going over to the Kellys’ tonight?” My mom asked as I walked into the kitchen for a snack. I tried not to let my panic show as I grabbed the yogurt I wanted. The first thought I had was, ‘Did she know?’
“No, they didn’t need me this week,” I lied as I got a spoon.
My mom frowned. “That’s weird. I swear you’ve gone over there almost every Saturday night for the past four months.”
I shrugged. “Guess they’re staying in this week.”
I quickly scrambled to my room before my mom could ask any more questions. I had no idea how I was going to explain that I’d never be babysitting for Kelly’s again.
Mrs. Kelly and my mother were close friends. They confined in each other, so I knew the story would eventually come out. Damn! The more I thought about it, the worse it felt. My older sister got kicked out of the house at sixteen. I wonder if her fling with Mr. K had something to do with it. My future looked gloomy. I was terrified of the consequences if my parents found out.
The night Mrs. Kelly walked in on us, I’d run out of there as quickly as I could, sprinting home. I was terrified that Mrs. Kelly was going to come after me. I had these visions of her hunting me down and taking out her pain on me, after all, I did deserve it and more. I expected that Mrs. Kelly would’ve screamed at me, but she didn’t. I couldn’t understand why she didn’t. Maybe she reserved all her rage for her husband. Or worse yet, she was in shock, and now that she had time to digest everything that she saw, she was working on a revenge plan. Yes, my mind was racing. I even made room under my bed in case I needed a place to hide.
‘Not again.’ That’s what Mrs. Kelly said to Mr. K. that night. Did she somehow know already? Had Mr. K spilled the beans but swore to his wife it was only a one-time thing? I didn’t know, and at this point, I didn’t want to know. I was embarrassed. I was ashamed. Although I knew that one day we would get caught, I was still not prepared. It nevertheless came as a shock.
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A few days later, as I was walking to the bus stop, Mrs. Kelly’s car pulled up next to me.
“April,” she called, rolling down the window. “Can we talk?”
I nervously glanced at her and started walking even faster. She easily kept up with me in the car.
“It’s okay, April,” she said softly. “I’m not angry with you. I’d just like to talk. Get in. I’ll drive you to school.”
I stopped and shot her an anxious look. Her face appeared calm and genuine. Not the raging, revengeful, scorned wife that I was expecting. Was she trying to trick me into getting in the car, only to kill me in a jealous rage?
“Get in,” she insisted. “Please don’t make me tell your mother.”
Damn it. Well, I’d rather be stabbed in the eye than have my parents know, so I reluctantly got into the car.
“Look!” I said. “I’m so, so sorry. I don’t even know what to say, except…”
“You don’t have to apologize April,” she said softly as she drove down the street.
This threw me off completely. “What do you mean?”
“April, you’re just out of high school, and my husband is a grown man. All the blame is on him.” She calmly said.
“Oh,” I said quietly, not sure if I should believe her or not. I hung my head low, but I still kept an eye on her in case she pulled out a gun or knife. Yeah, I had visions of her driving me somewhere deep into the forest and getting rid of my body.
It somehow made me feel worse that she wasn’t putting some of the blame on me. I was more than willing to accept my share of the blame.
“This isn’t the first time he’s done this,” Mrs. Kelly said. “You’re the fourth babysitter he’s had sex with, well, as far as I know.”
I’d had this strange, sinking feeling in my stomach. Now I suddenly felt like crying. “What?”
“When our first child was born, we had a full-time nanny,” she said. “She was young but older than you, in her mid-twenties. After a few months, I caught them together. He swore it meant nothing, and I believed him.” She paused. “Then, a few years later, after our second child was born, I couldn’t avoid hiring help again. This time, I got an older woman to watch the girls. It turns out he’s not picky about age, either.”
I was dumbfounded and unable to respond to any of this.
“And then there was…” she paused mid-sentence as she looked at me.
“My sister?” I blurted out.
“Yes, you know about that mess?” she responded.
“Mr. K let it slip, and I figured it out… I’m so sorry.” My head bent down in shame.
“I thought it’d be safe to hire you,” Mrs. Kelly continued. “After what happened with your sister, I thought he wouldn’t cross that line with you.”
“It didn’t start until after my eighteenth birthday, if that’s any consolation,” I said weakly.
“How long after your birthday?” she asked.
I looked away from her. “A month.”
She chuckled at my childish comment.
“Why do you stay with him?” I couldn’t resist asking.
Mrs. Kelly sighed. “Well, there’s the girls,” she replied. “He really is a great dad. And despite what he does, I still love him. He says he just can’t help himself, but that he still loves me.”
Idiot. I was such an idiot. Of course, I didn’t mean anything to him. It was exactly what I suspected. I was a young, tight pussy. A convenient fuck. He could get his fix without even having to go out and look for a mistress.
“Are you okay?” Mrs. Kelly asked me gently as she pulled up to the school.
“Yeah,” I replied unconvincingly. “It’s just…he told me…” I stopped myself before I could say, ‘He loved me.’
“He told me I was special,” I settled on instead.
Mrs. Kelly gave me a sad look. “I’m sorry, April. But he was just telling you what you wanted to hear.”
I nodded, still in complete disbelief.
“The kids miss you,” Mrs. Kelly added. “And I understand if you don’t want to watch them anymore, but you’re still welcome to. It might be tough to explain to your parents why you stopped babysitting. And don’t worry about Rick. He understands the affair is over. He won’t bother you anymore.”
Affair! That’s the first time I heard it called what it was. God, I’d been a mistress.
“Um…” I shifted in my seat. “I’m not sure.”
“That’s fine,” Mrs. Kelly replied. “Take some time to think it over.”
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A week later, I was still ‘thinking it over.’ I’d be insane to go back there, right? I didn’t fully trust Mrs. Kelly. She had to hate me, at least a little. Not only had she caught me in bed with her husband, but she caught me fucking him like a dirty whore. I wondered how long she was standing in the doorway watching. Oh gawd, the things I was saying and doing to her husband. I was mortified at what she may have heard and seen.
I was constantly distracted, spending a lot of time alone in my room. My teenage emotions were all over the place. I knew that it was over with Mr.K, but I still had feelings for him. Sure, he used me as his fuck-toy, but I also used him. I enjoyed the way he always treated me with respect and how he made me feel. I loved having sex with him. He made me feel like a woman. I needed to clear my head, so I put my hair in a ponytail and headed out for a run.
For one blissful hour, all I thought about was how to get air into my lungs and how my legs felt like jelly. I was almost back home when I saw him.
Mr. K was next to his open garage door, with a toolbox at his feet and a rag in his hands. He’d been putting a wrench away in the box, but then he suddenly looked up, and our eyes met. I automatically slowed my jog; if I hadn’t, I might’ve tripped. He continued to stare at me as I got closer. I noticed there was only one car in the garage—his. It appeared Mrs. Kelly wasn’t home. Taking a deep breath, I continued my slow jog right up his driveway.
“Can we talk?” I asked him slightly out of breath as I yanked off my earphones.
He nodded, then gestured for me to follow him into the garage, away from prying eyes. Inside, I saw his car had the hood popped up. Mr. K’s hands were dirty from the tinkering he’d been doing, and his t-shirt was smeared with grease. He was slightly sweaty, like me. I hated that I was still interested in noticing things like his bulging biceps or his pretty brown eyes.
“Your wife talked to me the other day,” I began when he neglected to speak.
“Yeah?”
“She says I can still babysit if I want,” I replied, staring at my sneakers instead of at him. “She says you understand the affair is over.”
“Is it over?” he asked.
I scoffed at him. “Are you serious? Mrs. Kelly has been amazingly kind about this whole thing. You’d really fuck her over again?”
“Ange threatened to divorce me if she caught us again, but I don’t want to stop,” he said simply. “I love you, April.”
Red-hot anger flared up in me. “Don’t you dare say that,” I hissed at him. “I know… I know about the others.
He put on his best-confused look. “Others?”
“The other babysitters!” I shouted. “Your first nanny! The goddamn old lady! Even my sister! Then me, after you oh-so-patiently waited until I was legal. I’m just one in a long line of women you’ve screwed.”
“Whoa, hold on a minute,” Mr. K said, taking a step closer to me. I instinctively backed away but found myself trapped between him and his car, as there wasn’t much room in the garage.
“Yes, I’ve cheated on my wife before,” he admitted. “But those women meant nothing to me. The nanny was only twice; the other one was only once, and I already told you about your sister. I swear. I was just a horny guy whose wife wasn’t ready to have sex yet after giving birth. None of them came close to what you and I have.”
I chewed on my lip as I considered what he said. I knew he was just trying to get inside my head; sadly, I could also feel it working a little.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said definitively. “This has to end. I can’t do this anymore.”
“April,” he said softly, inching closer towards me, his body now pressed up against mine, hands resting on my hips. He leaned in to kiss me, but I turned my head away. He kissed my cheek lightly. “I love you,” he murmured. Another kiss on my forehead. “I love you.” Then one more on the other cheek. “I love you.”
My heart raced as I struggled to think clearly, but I couldn’t. My mind was telling me to run, but my body just froze.
“Stop,” I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes. “You don’t love me. I’m just a fuck-toy to you.”
“That’s not true,” he replied, his lips nibbling my ear and then moving down my neck. I exhaled and closed my eyes, my body relaxing against him. He just felt so damn good—too good to resist, even though I knew better. I was again falling under his spell.
Sensing my resistance fading away by the second, Mr. K continued to kiss me as he slipped a hand down my leggings. I knew I should stop him, but I didn’t. His fingers immediately found my clitoral area, rubbing and slowly circling my clit, tantalizing me.
“Ohh…” I let out a soft moan. Mr. K leaned down and caught my parted lips with his. He kissed me deeply, but more tenderly than usual. It wasn’t a hungry kiss. It was a romantic kiss. He was proving a point, and it was working.
While our tongues twisted together, he rubbed me harder, and I could feel my panties getting wet. He felt it too, and he slipped a second finger inside me.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned, leaning my head back against the car. Normally by now, Mr. K would be saying filthy things in my ear, but he remained silent as he finger-fucked me. After a few minutes of his fingers plunging into my soaked pussy, Mr. K pressed his hips hard against me, and I felt his huge, straining erection. Oh fuck, he was having his way with me again, and I was helpless.
He picked up the pace as he started to gently thrust against me. My mind started to drift. As he was finger-fucking me, I began to think of the day of the barbecue when he had me pressed up against the fridge in my skirt. God, that had been so hot.
I wrapped my arms around him and started to buck my hips upwards against his hand. The increased clitoral stimulation resulted in a strong wave of pleasure washing over me.
“UHHHhhhh,” I moaned out quietly, feeling my pussy clench around his thick fingers. Mr. K still pressed tightly against me and removed his hand from my leggings. Without even thinking, I grabbed his hand and put his fingers into my mouth, sucking them clean. Fuck, he really had turned me into a dirty slut, and I couldn’t even imagine going back to how things were before.
“Good girl,” he whispered as he took his hand back, sending shivers down my spine. He grabbed the waistband of my leggings and tugged the tight material down to my knees. Hands a little shaky, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. Mr. K fished out his hard cock and rubbed his head up and down my wet entrance. I kept waiting for him to push inside, but he continued teasing me for an unbearably long time.
“Come on, what are you waiting for? Fuck me,” I begged, widening my stance as much as I could with the leggings now around my ankles.
“Do you love me, too, April?” he asked as his cock once again just missed sliding inside me.
“Mr. K, I…”
“Say it, April,” he insisted, pushing the head of his cock inside barely an inch before pulling it out again. “Do you love me?”
I sighed, both from the emotion bubbling up inside me and the desperate need I felt as Mr. K continued to tease me.
“Fine,” I said. “Yes. I love you. Now are you going to fuck me?”
I realized I loved him when Mrs. Kelly talked to me the other day. I wouldn’t have been so upset about the other babysitters if I hadn’t loved him.
Mr. K gave me a smile that made my heart flip-flop before finally burying his cock deep inside me.
“OHH, ohh…my gawd…” I cried out as I felt him stretch me in such a wonderful way. I wrapped my arms tightly around him as he drove into me. Mr. K braced himself against the car with his right hand as his left squeezed my breasts through my t-shirt.
“Oh, fuck,” Mr. K groaned as he thrust into me, the car creaking as I was repeatedly pushed against it. His cock pumped into me at a slow but steady pace. Mr. K pressed his face into the crook of my neck. It felt strangely intimate. In that moment, I truly felt that he did care about me and that I wasn’t just a fuck-toy. It was difficult to know who to believe—him or his wife. One thing I wasn’t confused about was my deep desire to fuck Mr. K. After the emotional rollercoaster I had been experiencing, my sexual desire for him was in overdrive.
“Harder…faster…deeper…” I commanded breathlessly, and Mr. K complied, grunting as he started to ram into me. He gripped my hips tightly, and I could feel his entire body straining as he fucked me hard. I reached under his t-shirt so I could feel his rock-hard abs.
Knowing I wanted more, Mr. K grabbed his t-shirt by the hem and pulled it off. Keeping us connected, he slid us down the car until I was pushed up against the back fender. He reached for the car door handle, then maneuvered me inside, gently lowering me into the backseat with my legs raised up in the air. He climbed on top of me, basically folding me in half, my legs off to one side.
Once he had me in position, Mr. K re-entered me and resumed his thrusts, and I had the perfect view of his hairy, muscular chest as he slammed into me.
“God,” I moaned as I writhed under him, wishing I could wrap my legs around him, but my leggings restricted my movements. It reminded me of my ex-boyfriend, Aaron, and how we always had sex in the car, but he never came close to fucking me like this. I knew then that no boy my age ever would.
“I’m close, April,” Mr. K whispered, lips against my ear. His thrusts were getting more frantic. “I need to know if this is the last time.”
I didn’t even think before responding.
“No,” I panted. “It’s not the last time… Don’t stop fucking me… faster.” I realized I sounded like a cock-hungry slut. What was wrong with me? Why did I allow him to have this power over me?
Mr. K kissed me again before going into overdrive, his cock pounding into me. His cock felt so good inside of me as he coaxed one more orgasm out of me.
“Oh, fuck…yes,” I moaned as my vagina clamped around his cock, which sent him to his own climax mere seconds later.
“UHHGGG,” he grunted as I felt him erupt inside me. His warm semen was shooting deep inside of me. After a short pause, he continued with slow thrusts until he was completely drained.
We lay there, both breathless and sweatier than we’d been before. He held me tenderly in his arms.
“That was amazing,” he whispered into my ear.
“Yeah, but I want more,” I selfishly protested. A reached down and played with his soft, wet, slippery cock until it came back to life.
“I want it from behind,” I requested.
Mr. K just grunted his approval and scooted out of the back seat. He grabbed my ankles, pulling me half out of the car. He then turned me over so that my feet were on the ground and I was lying face down on the back seat with my ass up in the air. I couldn’t wait to be taken, as this was my favorite position.
Mr. K slowly entered me, his cock rock hard once again.
“Ohhh, fuck, that feels so good.” I moaned as his cock worked its way deep inside of me. I was wet and full of his semen, so all kinds of slurpy, wet sounds were being emitted with every thrust. He kept withdrawing and then inserting his cock inside of me. He was teasing me and driving me wild at the same time.
“Don’t stop… Fuck, don’t pull out… I want you.” I begged for him to fuck me good and hard.
The thought of getting caught by his wife briefly crossed my mind, but the adrenalin of having sex in his garage on a Saturday afternoon washed away my concerns.
Mr. K grabbed a hold of my ponytail and used it to leverage his thrusts.
“Oh fuck…harder…harder…deeper…” I again selfishly cried out. I’m not sure what came over me, but I just went wild. I bucked my ass back as hard as I could into his thrusts. His cock felt wonderful inside of me, and I never wanted it to end.
Mr. K was giving it to me as hard as he could. He let go of my hair and firmly held my hips as he continued to pound away. With each forceful thrust, his cock pushed deeper inside of me. It was starting to get painful, but it felt erotically blissful at the same time.
When he reached down and began tweaking my nipples, I lost it. I could hear a neighbor cutting his lawn out front, so I felt safe letting out a loud shriek as a wild orgasm washed over me. I bucked and squeezed his cock as hard as I could before my body began to quiver.
Mr. K followed my lead. I felt him tense up and let out a loud primal grunt as he pumped another load inside of me.
I could feel the warm fluids pour out of me and down my leg as he withdrew his member. A blast of fresh air soothed my aching pussy as I held still and took a minute to recover.
Mr. K pulled up his pants and helped me out of the car. I tugged up my leggings and wrapped my arms around Mr. K. He gave me a warm and loving kiss.
“So,” he said. “Are you still going to babysit for us?”
“Yeah,” I replied. “I am. But we’ll have to be extra careful.”
He pulled me against him and kissed the top of my head. “Good girl.”
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I hope you enjoyed the series of stories recalling my adventures with Mr. K. I know many of you were hoping for an encounter between me and Mrs. Kelly. Sorry, but I wanted to keep the story as close to what happened as possible.
I suppose I should provide a follow-up.
So my ‘affair’ with Mr. K went on for about six months in total. I had fallen hard for him, even though I knew it was very wrong. He had a spell over me, and I found it impossible to pull myself away from him. Even though I was guilt-ridden the entire time, I still submitted to him. I couldn’t refuse him.
I suppose he was the first man to treat me well, and he was always kind and complimentary to me, not to mention I loved having sex with him.
Towards the end, I was pretty sure Mrs. Kelly knew the affair was still going on. After she originally found out, we tried to be very discreet and careful, but it was pointless. She was onto us and made it very difficult for Mr. K to have alone time with me.
Due to sheer frustration, Mr. K took me to motels just so we could fuck each other’s brains out, but that eventually tapered away.
I was busy with college, dating, and part-time jobs. I stopped babysitting altogether, so the relationship slowly faded away.
Eventually, the Kellys divorced and sold the house. I felt terrible when I heard the news, as I felt I had a big part in the outcome. To ease my guilt, I told myself that Mr. K was a player, and I suppose Mrs. Kelly just had enough.
A year later, when I discovered my mother had been cheating on my father, I wondered if she also had a fling with Mr. K. I recalled how friendly they were together and how Mr. K was always around when my father wasn’t. At the time, I thought nothing of it, but now I wonder. With both of their histories, I am pretty sure they hooked up. I have no proof, but it is very likely. I will write more about my mother later.
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April
