My Babysitter, Part 8

666Katherine

It had been exactly one year since that fateful splash in the pool—the day Emily emerged from the water like a goddess, her tiny bikini clinging to her curves, igniting a fire that had consumed my marriage and rebuilt my life from the ashes. One year of stolen moments turning into outright possession, of Emily's devious manipulations weaving her into every corner of my world. Sarah was a shadow now, relegated to the basement, her spirit crushed under the weight of our betrayal. The kids called Emily "Mommy Em" without a second thought, and Sarah's tears had become as routine as the morning coffee. But today, on this sweltering summer afternoon, the house felt alive again, buzzing with a new kind of energy.

Sarah had taken the kids to her parents' for the weekend—some obligatory family gathering she'd mumbled about, her eyes downcast as she packed their bags. I didn't argue; it meant uninterrupted time with Emily, and honestly, the distance suited us all. Emily had asked that morning, batting her long lashes and pressing her full breasts against my chest in nothing but a silk robe, if she and her friends could use the pool for the day. "Please, David? It's so hot out, and I want to show off our beautiful backyard." Her voice was a sultry purr, her hand sliding down to squeeze my cock through my pants, already hardening at her touch. Of course, I agreed. Emily always got whatever she wanted—spoiled with my promotion money, lavished with gifts, and rewarded with my undivided attention. Saying no wasn't even an option anymore.

By midday, the sun was relentless, baking the patio stones and turning the pool into a shimmering oasis. I heard the doorbell ring, followed by Emily's excited squeal as she let her friends in. From my office window, I caught glimpses of them: three 21-year-old stunners, all in skimpy bikinis that left little to the imagination. Emily, of course, was the centerpiece—her long wavy hair tied back in a ponytail, dripping wet from an early dip, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. Her bikini was a barely-there red number, the top consisting of two tiny triangles that strained against her massive F-cup breasts, the fabric so thin I could see the outline of her nipples hardening in the breeze. The bottoms were a thong, hugging her perfect, round ass like a second skin, the strings tied high on her hips, accentuating her toned legs from all those yoga sessions.

Her friends were no less captivating. There was Lily, a petite brunette with a lithe, athletic build—probably a runner, judging by her lean muscles and tight abs. Her bikini was electric blue, the halter top pushing up her perky C-cups into a enticing cleavage, and the bottoms rode low, showing off a flat stomach adorned with a small navel piercing that glinted in the sun. Her hair was cropped short, framing a face with sharp cheekbones and full lips that curved into a playful smile as she splashed water at Emily. Then there was Sophia, a blonde bombshell with curves that rivaled Emily's—D-cups spilling out of a black string bikini top, tied loosely enough that every movement threatened to set them free. Her ass was plump and juicy, the thong disappearing between her cheeks as she lounged on a chair, her long legs stretched out, skin already glistening with oil. She had that effortless sex appeal, her blue eyes hidden behind sunglasses, but I could feel her gaze lingering when she thought I wasn't looking.

They laughed and chatted by the pool, spreading out towels and rubbing lotion on each other—Emily's hands gliding over Lily's back, Sophia returning the favor on Emily's thighs, their touches lingering just a bit too long, charged with that youthful, flirtatious energy. I tried to focus on work in my office, but the sounds of their splashes and giggles drifted in, distracting me. Then Emily called me outside, her voice carrying through the open door: "David! Can you come here for a sec? We need your opinion on something!"

I stepped out onto the patio, the heat hitting me like a wave, and Emily sauntered over, water beading on her sun-kissed skin, her breasts bouncing slightly with each step. "Which sunscreen is better—the coconut one or the vanilla?" she asked innocently, holding up two bottles, but her eyes told a different story, raking over me hungrily. I mumbled something about the coconut, my gaze inevitably dipping to her cleavage, the fabric clinging wetly to her curves. As I turned to head back inside, I heard Sophia whisper to Emily, not quite quietly enough: "Em! You didn't tell us how HOT he was!!" Lily giggled in agreement, a soft "Mmm, seriously" following. The three of them burst into hushed laughter, and I won't lie—it sent a thrill through me. At 42, with a bit of salt-and-pepper in my hair and a body kept fit from the gym, knowing these young, gorgeous women found me attractive stroked my ego in ways I hadn't felt in years. I went back to my office with a big smile on my face, my cock stirring at the thought of their admiring eyes.

A couple of hours passed, the sun dipping lower but the heat still oppressive. I was deep into spreadsheets when there was a light knock on the office door. I opened it, and there stood Emily, still in her barely-there bikini, her skin now golden from the sun, a sheen of sweat making her glow. Behind her, Lily and Sophia hovered, giggling softly, their bikinis disheveled from the pool—Lily's top slightly askew, revealing a hint of sideboob, Sophia's thong wedged high, her ass cheeks flushed from the sun. They were absolute beauties, all three of them, radiating that post-swim allure: hair tousled, lips parted, eyes bright with excitement.

"David," Emily said, her voice low and teasing, stepping closer so her breasts brushed my chest. "We've been talking out there, and... we had an idea. The girls think you're incredibly sexy, and well, they've been curious about what makes you so irresistible to me." She bit her lip, her green eyes locking onto mine, while Lily and Sophia nodded eagerly, their giggles turning into sultry smiles. "We thought... maybe we could all have some fun this weekend. Since Sarah and the kids are gone. What do you say? Let us show you a good time." Her hand reached out, tracing my arm, while Sophia added breathily, "Please, Mr. Thompson? We've heard so much about you." Lily chimed in, her voice husky: "It'll be our little secret."

My heart raced, blood rushing south as I took in the sight of them—three young, bikini-clad goddesses offering themselves up. The taboo thrill of it, mixed with the year's worth of Emily's influence turning me into a man who took what he wanted, overrode any hesitation. "Fuck yes," I growled, pulling Emily in for a deep kiss, tasting sunscreen and chlorine on her lips. She took my hand then, leading me upstairs to our bedroom—Sarah's old sanctuary, now fully ours—with Lily and Sophia following close behind, their hips swaying, whispers and giggles filling the air.

We tumbled into the room, the door clicking shut behind us. Emily pushed me onto the king-sized bed, her hands already tugging at my shirt, while Lily and Sophia stood at the foot, watching with hungry eyes. "Girls, let's give him a show," Emily purred, turning to them. She pulled Lily in first, their lips meeting in a slow, sensual kiss, tongues dancing as Emily's hands roamed over Lily's athletic body, squeezing her perky ass and tugging at her bikini strings. Sophia joined, pressing against Emily's back, her hands cupping Emily's massive breasts from behind, pinching the nipples through the thin fabric until they hardened into peaks. The three of them moaned softly, their bodies grinding together—Emily in the middle, her curves sandwiched between Lily's tightness and Sophia's softness. I stripped off my clothes, my cock springing free, hard and throbbing at the sight.

Emily broke the kiss, her lips swollen, and untied her top, letting her F-cups spill out—full, heavy, with pink nipples begging to be sucked. Lily followed, her blue bikini top falling away to reveal firm C-cups, topped with dark, erect nipples. Sophia was last, her black top coming undone to free her D-cups, soft and bouncy, jiggling as she shimmied out of her thong. They stripped their bottoms next—Emily's thong sliding down her toned legs, revealing her smooth, shaved pussy, already glistening with arousal; Lily's blue bottoms exposing a neat landing strip above her tight slit; Sophia's black thong dropping to show a bare, plump mound, her lips puffy and inviting.

They crawled onto the bed, surrounding me. Emily straddled my face, lowering her wet pussy onto my mouth, her juices dripping onto my tongue as I lapped at her eagerly, tasting her sweetness—musky and addictive. She ground against me, her massive breasts heaving, while Lily took my cock in her hand, stroking it slowly before leaning down to lick the tip, her tongue flicking over the precum. Sophia positioned herself beside me, guiding my hand to her breast, moaning as I squeezed and twisted her nipple. "Oh fuck, David, your tongue feels so good," Emily gasped, her hips rocking faster, her clit rubbing against my nose as I sucked her folds into my mouth, tonguing her entrance deeply.

Lily's mouth enveloped my cock then, warm and wet, her head bobbing as she took me deeper, gagging slightly when I hit the back of her throat. Sophia kissed my neck, her hand joining Lily's to stroke my balls, rolling them gently while whispering, "You're so big, Mr. Thompson. We want you to fuck us all." The sensations overwhelmed me—Emily's pussy clenching on my tongue as she came first, flooding my mouth with her cum, her thighs trembling around my head. She slid off, breathless, and swapped places with Lily, who straddled my face next. Lily's pussy was tighter, her juices tangier, and I devoured her, my hands gripping her ass cheeks, spreading them as I tongued her clit relentlessly. Emily and Sophia took turns sucking my cock—Emily deepthroating me with ease, her throat constricting around my shaft, while Sophia licked my balls, sucking one into her mouth and humming.

Lily came hard, her athletic body shuddering, her moans muffled as she bit her lip. Then Sophia's turn—her plump pussy smothering my face, her ass cheeks soft against my cheeks as I ate her out, my tongue delving deep into her wetness. She ground down, her D-cups bouncing, and came with a cry, her juices soaking my chin. By then, I was aching for release. Emily positioned herself on all fours, her ass up, pussy dripping. "Fuck me first, David," she begged. I knelt behind her, slamming into her tight heat, her walls gripping me like a vice as I pounded her, my balls slapping against her clit. Lily and Sophia watched, fingering each other—Lily's fingers buried in Sophia's pussy, Sophia pinching Lily's nipples—until they joined in. Lily slid under Emily, licking her clit while I thrust, her tongue occasionally flicking my shaft. Sophia straddled Emily's back, presenting her pussy to me; I leaned forward, tonguing her ass while fucking Emily harder.

Emily came again, screaming my name, her pussy milking my cock. I pulled out, turning to Lily next. She lay on her back, legs spread wide, her tight slit inviting. I entered her slowly, savoring the stretch— she was so snug, gasping as I filled her inch by inch. "Oh God, you're huge," she moaned, her nails raking my back as I built speed, thrusting deep, her perky breasts jiggling with each impact. Emily and Sophia sucked her nipples, their tongues swirling, while Emily fingered Lily's clit. Lily came explosively, her body arching, pussy clenching around me.

Sophia was next, pushing me onto my back and mounting me reverse cowgirl, her plump ass bouncing as she rode me hard, her pussy slurping wetly on my cock. Emily sat on my face again, facing Sophia so they could kiss, their breasts pressing together. Lily licked my balls from below, her tongue teasing the base of my shaft. The overload was intense—Sophia's tight heat, Emily's taste, Lily's licks—pushing me to the edge. I thrust up into Sophia, gripping her ass, spanking it until it reddened. She came with a wail, her juices creaming on my cock, and I followed, exploding inside her, filling her with hot spurts of cum.

We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweaty and spent, but it was only the beginning. The weekend stretched out in a marathon of sex. That evening, after a quick pool dip to cool off—where they teased me with underwater handjobs—we returned to the bedroom. Emily orchestrated a daisy chain: me fucking Lily doggy-style while she ate out Sophia, who in turn licked Emily's pussy. The room filled with moans, the bed creaking under us. I switched between them, pounding Lily's tight ass until she begged for mercy, then flipping Sophia onto her stomach and taking her prone, my body covering hers as I thrust deep, her plump cheeks cushioning each slam. Emily watched, masturbating furiously, before joining to ride my face again.

Night fell, and we moved to the shower—steamy water cascading over our bodies. Emily pressed against the glass, her breasts squished, as I fucked her from behind, Lily and Sophia soaping each other up, their hands exploring. Lily dropped to her knees, sucking my cock clean after I pulled out of Emily, while Sophia rimmed Emily's ass with her tongue. We came again, water mixing with our fluids.

The next day started with Emily's ritual amplified: all three waking me with their mouths—Emily deepthroating, Lily and Sophia licking my balls and shaft in tandem. Breakfast was forgotten; instead, we fucked on the kitchen table—me bending Sophia over it, her breasts flattening against the wood as I railed her, while Emily and Lily 69'd on the floor. Lunch by the pool turned into outdoor sex: Emily riding me on a lounge chair, her bikini pushed aside, while Lily sat on my face and Sophia ground on my hand. The sun beat down, sweat mixing with cum, their bodies slick and golden.

By Sunday evening, we were exhausted—muscles aching, bodies marked with bites and hickeys—but insatiable. One final round in the bed: me in the center, Emily impaled on my cock, Lily on my mouth, Sophia grinding on my thigh. They rotated, each taking turns riding me to orgasm after orgasm, until I came one last time, painting their breasts with ropes of cum, which they licked off each other greedily.

Lily stood up first, stretching her lithe, athletic body, her perky C-cups jiggling slightly as she reached for the ceiling. "I need to grab my phone from the hallway," she said, her voice still husky from moaning my name earlier. She padded out of the room, and I stared at the curve of her tight ass, toned from whatever runs or workouts she did. Sophia and Emily exchanged a knowing glance, giggling softly as they watched her go.

A moment later, Lily's voice carried back from the hallway, laced with surprise. "Hey, Em? Who's this in the picture here?" We all perked up, and Emily hopped off the couch, Sophia and I following curiously. There, on the wall amid the family photos we'd never bothered to update—shots of the kids, a vacation snapshot from years ago—was a framed picture of Sarah and me from our wedding day. Sarah looked radiant back then, her smile genuine, her small frame in a white dress that flattered what little curves she had. But now, in the context of our new life, it felt like a relic, a faded echo.

Lily pointed at it, her sharp cheekbones lifting in a grin of recognition. "Oh my God, I know her! That's Sarah, right? She's at the office where I intern— the marketing firm downtown. I see her every day in the break room or at meetings. She's always so quiet, keeps to herself. I had no idea she was your wife, Mr. Thompson!" Her eyes widened, darting between me and Emily, the pieces clicking into place. Sophia leaned in closer to the photo, a curious tilt to her head. "Wait, that's the ex? Or... whatever she is now? Small world!"

Emily's green eyes lit up like fireworks, that familiar devious spark igniting as she stared at the photo, then back at Lily. She grabbed Lily's arm, pulling her close, their bodies brushing—Emily's full breasts against Lily's perky ones, the contact sending a visible shiver through both. "You recognize my... well, David's wife? From work? Oh, Lily, that's perfect! That gives me an idea." Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, laced with excitement, her full lips curving into a wicked smile. She glanced at me over her shoulder, winking, before huddling with the girls.

The three of them clustered together, giggling softly at first, then whispering in hushed tones that I couldn't quite make out. Emily's hand gestured animatedly, pointing at the photo, then mimicking something with her fingers—perhaps a phone or a plan unfolding. Lily nodded eagerly, her short brunette hair bobbing, whispering back with wide eyes, "Oh, yeah, I could totally do that. She's always alone at lunch..." Sophia chimed in, her blonde locks falling over her shoulder as she leaned in, "And we could make it so fun—tease her a little?" Their giggles grew, a melodic, mischievous sound that filled the hallway, their bodies pressing closer in the huddle, hips touching, hands brushing arms and waists. I caught snippets: "Subtle at first... drop hints... make her squirm..." They broke apart finally, all three turning to me with matching grins, eyes sparkling with shared secrets.

Emily sauntered back to me, pressing her body fully against mine, her hand sliding down to cup my cock, stroking it back to life as she whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, baby. This is going to be delicious. Just wait and see what we cook up for poor little Sarah." The girls giggled again, Lily and Sophia exchanging excited looks, as they headed back to the living room, hips swaying in unison. I pulled Emily in for a deep kiss, my mind racing with the possibilities of her latest scheme. Whatever it was, I knew it would only tighten her hold—and mine—on this twisted, exhilarating life we'd built.