Worshipped Cuckquean

We interview a babysitter. She's sweet and bubbly and young. Soft red hair and pouty lips. My husband's kryptonite is redheads. I mention I'm feeling tired, hoping to catch her attention. "Thanks for coming by," I'd say. "Sorry, I'm just so beat. Would it be alright if ___ drives you home, honey?" "Oh yeah, it's no problem.", she'd try to feign disinterest in the matter, but I saw her perk up at the mention of my husband alone with her in the car. They'd get in, he'd put on the heater, making sure she's toasty in this winter bullshit. They'd make smalltalk. The car is new, and the heater is intense. So much, she unzips her jacket as she talks about her upcoming college plans. As if snowy roads aren't dangerous enough, her milky white tits are practically falling out of her shirt. She notices him notice. "Your wife seems cool." She'd say. He would agree with a smile. "She doesn't mind you being out with me like....alone?" "Not at all," says husband, completely honestly. "She doesn't mind a bit." "That's cool. I wouldn't want to cause problems." Oh, that old line. "I wouldn't want to cause problems" is slut for "I really want to fuck you, but I don't want your wife/girlfriend getting butthurt.". "No, no problems." Husband mutters as he makes a turn down her street. "Besides, I have a friend who lives just over here. If I was too late for any reason, I could always say I dropped by there. You know. Ease suspicion." They come to a stop in front of her apartment. "So you'd be okay to be like five, ten minutes late?" she asks, not sure if this is really happening, if shes really reading him right. "I could be like an hour late." He chuckles softly. "Cool. Cool. Did you wanna like...come see my place? You know. So you know Im not messy or anything." "Absolutely. I'd love to come see your place." New text from Husband: She tastes like strawberry water and she screams so loud her whole complex knows my name, now. I'm not gonna be home, tonight. Told her I told you there was an emergency at work. I'll be home when every drop of cum I have is either in her, or on her. See you tomorrow (?)

So you all remember the cute gas station girl, right? Well for a while now, husband has been trying to casually catch her at work, as they joked he'd have to come back soon. After so long without success, we figured she must have been covering from another store. I stopped asking when he got home if he saw her. Today, when I get home from work, in a lull between the usual married chatter, he says "Her name is Nora.". And my heart stopped. She has a name. Maybe a name he'll whisper sensually into her collarbones while he unbuttons her jeans. He tells me he walked in, and she immediately smiled and greeted him. A joke from their previous encounter was brought up, again. Cue inside joke territory. They were brief, but he says she was nervous. Smiling, laughing, playing with her hair and nails. He ventured to offer his name and she happily replied with hers. He told her "See you soon.". She said "I hope!". He smiled when he said this and whispered "This is so gonna happen" with the same air of reverence he had when he realised his little newly legal co-worker wanted his married cock to take her virginity. That settles it. He's going to stop by every night till they form enough rapport to exchange numbers. Then I'll get to read in real time everything she says to him. Will she send nudes? I hope so. God, I hope so. I want my husband to fuck my waiting mouth while staring so intensely at a picture of her no doubt pierced little nipples that his breath clouds the phone screen. What I know of her so far, according to husband: She's legal to work in a gas station, but not old enough to sell liquor at a restaurant. In our state, with our laws, that means she's 18. Not a day older, not a day younger. She has dark brown hair to her shoulder blades and bright blue eyes. Slim waist, full hips, and nice, full tits. I asked if they were bigger than mine. He threw his head back and hissed in ecstasy "Yessss. God, yes. So much bigger. I bet I could wrap them around my cock and just...." he couldnt finish for smiling so wide and I couldn't stand from the shaking in my knees. Shes got piercings and tattoos befitting a newly graduated little rebel type. He says shes a bit spunky. Maybe...trying to steal a married man type spunky? Obviously, my husband's heart is mine alone forever, but his cock needs young pussy. So maybe let her comment on his wedding band. Let him wave it off before kissing her deeply. Soflty, but insistent. The way a real man does. Let her maybe get a thrill from letting a married man finger her in the back seat of his management salary car. Let her think she's going to fuck him till he loves her as she's lowering herself onto him to the sound of a deep and thankful moan. Let him hold her, stroking her hair, kissing her shoulder blades, teasing her nipples with absent fingertips. Let her think Im the dumbest bitch in the world when she meets me and she's introduced as friend. Let her think she's won when he laughs to her about how he almost moaned her name during sex the other night while shes sucking him so hard he can feel his balls ache. Let her be a bad girl for a while, till she's bored and we have to say goodbye to naughty "is she reading these?" texts until a new sweet thing catches husband's discerning eye. Let him live the fantasy of a man forever sneaking off to feel the tight, soft warmth of the sexed up, writhing young woman his wife used to be. Let them always think they've won, with their firm tits and plans for my husband's Christmas bonus once she's living in my house in my old bed. Let them always be this pretty, this willing, this uncontrollably drawn to my charmingly awkward husband. And let me always, always cum from the mere thought of it all. Stay tuned. ❤

We've been busy since our cake went off to college, but now that its slowing down, my husband and I are beginning to notice the lack of sweet young pussy in his life. He told me while he fucked me the other day that he's aching to fuck another women so badly he pictured the pretty redheaded drive through girl sucking his cock while he called and told me he was covering a shift and would be home late. I need it. I need to picture them flirting. Need to picture her shy smile, her nervous glance at his wedding ring. I need to hear about how she trembles when that ring brushes her bare nipple, because she thinks she's getting away with something. I need to kiss his lips as he leaves knowing its a matter of a few minutes' drive until they're on hers. On the skin of her stomach. On her "this would have been illegal 2 months ago" pussy. And as luck would have it, as he was getting gas after work, dearest husband ran into a cute store clerk. A few tattoos, coy piercings. They flirted hard. She challenged him. He liked that. He said he'd definitely have to come back in sometime. She said "I hope so." with a smile. He's going to go back in on Tuesday and work his magic. Will she give him her number? When he tells her it's his day off the next day, will she want to see him? We're still playing the "don't tell me when" game. Each time he came home, I'd wonder. Each time he'd leave, Id be free to think he may be chatting with her innocently, but he could also have his cock in her mouth while he tells her she sucks so much better than his wife and strokes her hair. Maybe she could be a long-term cake. He could stay with her one night every few weeks. In the privacy of her apartment, they'd have a world all their own. A place my prying eyes and questions haven't been. Somewhere he can sink deep inside her, whisper beautiful things, and cum so hard and so much he begins really praying the effectiveness statistic of birth control are accurate. Im getting ahead of myself. So far, she's a cute flirt at a gas station. That he passes regularly to get home. That he could stop in often. All I want for Christmas is a single text from my husband after I call him multiple times to see why he's late that contains a picture of his cock sliding into her pussy, and the words "I'll be home later. Don't bother us.". And I can call and hear it go straight to voicemail KNOWING shes under him. Moaning. Thrusting against him. Maybe a sarcastic "What? Did you have to text your wiiiiiiife?" while he smiles and fucks her harder. A girl can dream.

I check the nanny cams one day, bored and deleting footage. Then I fast forward right to my husband coming home through the front door. That's weird. He wasn't supposed to be home, yet. And in walks the babysitter. The short little 18 year old with the huge, pillowy breasts and full hips. Also weird. I'd already seen the in laws come pick up the kids for the day. Why is she still at my house? I fast forward again. Her shirt is on the floor, and my husband's mouth is clamped around one of her pretty pink nipples. Forward, again. She's bent over my Italian leather couch. All I hear on the audio is his hips hitting her firm little ass. Over and over. I hear her moan "You're sure she won't come home?" "No. No. I told her by 7." She laughs an evil little laugh. My husband chuckles with her, slapping her ass with a broad hand before pounding her harder, with a renewed vigor. Forward once more. She's on her knees, working his cock like magic. He grips her hair as he comes all over her soft face. I can picture it all over her freckles. My husband laughs and wipes her lips with the pad of his thumb. "You are my absolute favorite thing about Thursdays, baby." he sighs. "Same time next week." she giggles back. I check the calendar in the corner of my screen. Its Thursday.

Win, win, win.

Husband's thoughts at the time: "I just wanted to be back inside her. Its crazy. Like my dick actually ached for her pussy. I've never had that. But I needed to pull her close. Needed to smell the desire on her skin. Then when it felt like my dick was bruised from wanting her so badly, she climbed into my lap and rode me and I almost passed out."

In the mean time, enjoy the posts of all the naughty material I have from his previous exploit, including stills from the video of their first fuck. <3

Husband brings out the best in both of us.