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Hunter
“Thankyou for watching the kids. Are they in bed?” Susan, my wife of five years, asks Britney, the young, blonde babysitter who watched them for the evening.
I toss the car keys in the expensive wooden bowl at the console table. The twins are two years old, and about the only right thing in my life. Max and Charlie.
I watch Susan hand Britney some bills, and my gaze slides down the babysitter’s curvy, firm, ripe form. I’ve seen her several times in the past few months. Ever since the marital counselor told us to go on a weekly date to save our doomed marriage.
My sister Ava had some marital problems herself, with her husband Jack. That was a year ago, and they’re stronger than ever now, with a baby on the way. I doubt a stronger marriage will be the end game for me and Susan.
Each dinner convinces me we’re closer to Splitsville than ever. At thirty-seven, I can no longer lie to myself. It’s just buying time until I man up and face the truth. Maybe even Susan will agree—she’s the one trying too hard to keep this marriage intact, mainly because of the children. She also had an affair six months prior, a short one with an old flame, and I should have used that as my ticket out of the marriage, but cowardly, I caved when she begged me for forgiveness.
I definitely shouldn’t have married Susan.
But it seemed like the right thing then, to settle down and start a family. And my kids are my world.
“Hunter?” Susan calls me. “Can you please drive Britney home? Her car is in the shop and I’ve had too much to drink.”
“Sure. No problem.”
I pick up the key from the bowl and start striding to the door leading to the garage. The idea brings a sinful, lustful sensation to me. I start imagining her sweet ass swaying as she walks, but then shake my head. No. I don’t know anything about this girl. How old is she? Can’t be older than eighteen. No, she’s nineteen. I remember now—Susan mentioned—and also that she just started community college.
Besides, how fucked would it be to get turned on by the sitter? How cliché?
Nah.
I open the door for Britney, then hop inside my Range Rover. When we drive away from the house, a strange sensation begins to take over the vehicle. This is the first time I’ve ever been alone with Britney, and we may as well be riding in a smart car—everything seems smaller, tighter, more constrained.
“Where are we going?”
“You can get on I-35 then get off on exit 236,” she says, looking straight ahead.
“Sounds good.” I give her a sideways glance, then turn on the satellite radio. A jazzy song fills the space. “Is there any channel you’d prefer? We probably don’t listen to the same music.”
She chuckles, shifting in her seat. “What? Just because I’m young, I’m some uncultured brat?”
I shake my head. “Hey, just checking. One of my interns at the law office I work in always talks about bands and TV shows I’ve never heard about. So I bet we don’t have a lot in common,” I say, remembering how many times I felt like an outsider listening to those chats in the hallways of the exclusive office in downtown Austin.
She leans closer, drooping over her armrest. From the corner of my eye, I can tell she’s now watching me intently. I suck a breath, and when I release it, the tension is still there, haunting me.
“I bet we have more in common than you think,” she says, with an edge in her voice.
I swallow the lump of lust lodged in my throat. My cock gets hard, straining against my slacks. Maybe I have a case of the blue balls and I’m imagining this whole thing. She isn’t staring at me, and there is no sexual innuendo.
To make sure, I glance at her.
The second my gaze connects with hers, a rush of blood travels through me, heating every part of my body. Fuck.
Flecks of desire flicker in her gorgeous blue eyes. She parts her mouth, and her pink tongue comes out, and she licks her upper lip. A mighty plump upper lip, which would look good around my big fat dick. The message she’s sending is obvious. Question is, what do I do with it?
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Britney
I shouldn’t do this,but the couple boys my age I’ve dated have been so disappointing. Sex with them has been a dud, and ever since I started to babysit his kids, I can’t stop thinking about Hunter.
He’s way sexier than any guy I ever dated.
