Babysitter Club Pt. 04

"The trees look so green!" Rachel said as she, her friend Taylor, and I hiked through the woods. Cheryl had taken another weekend trip to go check on her sister. She'd been doing well and this was probably Cheryl's last trip down for the summer. Rachel had wanted to go out and get some fresh air.

"I've never been on this trail," Taylor admitted. She was a little younger than Rachel, just graduating high school two months ago. She was heading off to the University of Mississippi to become an education major in just a few weeks. She was bigger than Rachel, more rounded, with much larger, D-cup breasts. She'd worn a white tank top and cotton shorts, close to what Rachel was wearing, and her breasts looked barely contained. I couldn't help but stare at them, although I tried to hide that fact from Rachel.

I looked around. "I don't think I've been on this one, either."

"It's not very hard or very long," Rachel giggled. "I mean... not as hard or long as you are daddy." I shook my head at her joke. "I just thought it'd be nice to get some fresh air. It's going to suck going back to school and I want to make the most of my time."

As we walked, I could feel a sense of dread overtake me. My wife was fucking another man. I was having a hard time admitting it and I was having a hard time dealing with it. I couldn't believe how unfaithful she was acting. I knew I was being a hypocrite, but I couldn't help it. In my eyes, Cheryl was... a goody-two-shoes. She was the most perfect, morally upright mom I'd ever met. And she spent several nights over the past few weeks lying about what she was doing and where she was going, making me stay at home with our son, while, all the while, she was out somewhere fucking Aaron.

And Rachel knew. She helped set it up, and, since he was part of their "Babysitter Club", she was collecting money from Aaron every time they fucked. The whole thing was feeling more and more fucked up.

"What's wrong, daddy?" Rachel asked, taking my arm in hers and putting her head against my upper arm. "You seem kinda down."

"It's just... it's Cheryl," I admitted.

"And the fact that she's fucking Aaron?" Rachel asked, so matter-of-factly. She'd heard me complain before. She definitely wasn't bothered by it. It was just business to her. In a way, she was happy that she was able to spend more time with me because of it.

"Yeah... and thanks for the reminder," I said.

"Come on. She's just having a little fun," Rachel said. "Just like you. Lighten up about it. It's no big deal."

I nodded. I knew she was right. If I was doing it, she had every right to do it, too. It was just... I didn't want her to. I didn't want to see her in that light. It felt like she was being stained and tainted.

The trail itself was only a little over two miles long and didn't take very long to traverse. When we got back to the parking lot, Rachel was the first to ask to go get some ice cream. The ice cream parlor was close by and we all three got cones, then sat by the car.

"Can we go back to your house, daddy?" Rachel asked, slowly and teasingly licking up the side of her cone and then seductively licking her hand as the vanilla ice cream dribbled onto her fingers. I'd seen that several times before, as she licked my cum off my shaft then off her hand. I felt my cock lurch in my shorts. I groaned inwardly, trying my best not to show the world how turned on she was getting me. "I mean... your wife's gone for the weekend, right? So we have plenty of time to... play."

"Yeah, she's gone," I said. "I think she's coming back tomorrow."

"And it's still really, really early..." Rachel smiled. Both girls looked at each other and giggled. I could tell they had something in mind... something that they'd already talked about and planned.

"Yeah... I guess that would be ok," I agreed. It was only noon. What the hell.

We got into the car and I drove back to the house, with Rachel in the passenger seat, her hand stroking my thigh as we went, occasionally grabbing and stroking my cock through my shorts. I pulled into the garage and shut off the car, my erection making it difficult to walk. Rachel grabbed the keys from me and both girls ran to the door, unlocked it, than ran inside, giggling the entire time. By the time I got inside, I could hear them giggling upstairs.

I walked up the stairs, just listening to them. I walked into my bedroom and they were on the bed, holding each other, kissing.

"Girls... I... I don't think we should play around up here," I said, feeling the weight of spoiling my marriage bed. My wife had done it already... but I hadn't. It felt like a step too far. "Let's go downstairs. Ok?"

"What difference does it make where we are?" Rachel asked. "Besides, this is way more comfortable." She tapped the bed, urging me to get on with them.

"More comfortable for what?" I asked.

"Come on," Rachel urged. "Let's have a little fun."

"Fun?" I asked, surprised that she'd want to do anything with another person involved. "The three of us? Are you sure this is cool with you?"

Rachel nodded. "Of course... come on... I want to share her with you," she said. "Besides... she could use the money."

"It's just a little fun," Taylor smiled, grabbing and squeezing her breasts over her shirt as she lay back on the bed.

"It'll help get your mind off your wife," Rachel smiled.

"You sure it's not going to be like weird or anything?" I asked. I'd intentionally only been with Rachel. I didn't want her to be jealous or mad at me. I was actually falling pretty hard for her.

"No... of course not," Rachel said, smiling. "It's my idea."

"Double the pussy, double the love... right?" Taylor asked, giggling, as she rose to her knees on the bed.

I shook my head. She was only eighteen, looked as innocent as a dove, and she was throwing out sexual innuendos.

Taylor licked her lips teasingly and she dropped to all fours. "Let me just put it in my mouth. Please..."

"Ok... ok," I said, resigned that they weren't going to stop.

Taylor giggled as I lay on my back and she started unfastening and tugging my pants down. My cock was hard and popped out as soon as my pants were unfastened. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and she stroked it a few times before sliding the head into her mouth.

"Mmmm," she moaned.

Rachel pulled off her clothes and joined her on the other side.

"Oh fuck," I hissed. Taylor's mouth seemed small, stretching wide around my big shaft, and was so hot and wet.

Rachel took over stroking my shaft as Taylor sucked on it, both sliding up and down. "There's nothing better than two perfect girls to worship that cock. Mmm... I stroke it and she sucks on it."

"Oh... fuck," I whispered, throwing my head back.

"Mmmmm... God, sucking on his cock is making me so horny," Taylor said, rising up so that she and Rachel could kiss as Rachel continued stroking my cock with one hand and grabbing her friend's tit with the other. Taylor pulled her clothes off. It took a second for her to release the clasp on her bra, but when she did and they bounced free, they were magnificent!

Rachel turned and smiled at me as Taylor bent down and slid her mouth onto my shaft again. "See... isn't this fun?"

"Yeah," I nodded in agreement.

Taylor bobbed her head up and down my cock, sliding it in and out, in and out of her hot, wet mouth. She was slurping and moaning the entire time, enjoying herself to the fullest.

"Oh, that's so hot," Rachel moaned.

"Oh shit!" I moaned loudly, her mouth getting me so close to my orgasm. Fuck! I didn't want to blow my load so soon, but it didn't feel like she cared. Suddenly she lifted her mouth off me and Rachel released my cock, letting my body rest for a moment.

"See, aren't two girls better than one?" Rachel giggled.

"Yeah... this is too cool," I laughed. "I've just never really done it with two girls before."

"I want to make you feel better," Rachel said. "I don't want you to think about your wife. Just me."

"I certainly feel better," I smiled.

"Look how hard and fat his cock is!" Taylor said, amazed as her hand held my shaft, her face inches from it.

"I know, right?" Rachel beamed. "Isn't that a nice cock?"

"I had no idea you had such a nice cock, Mr. James," Taylor gushed. I was stunned. It didn't look right to have the word 'cock' come from her innocent face. Then, suddenly, she stretched her lips over it once again, slurping and licking. I shivered at the pleasure she was giving me.

"Oh yeah... she looks so pretty sucking your cock," Rachel smiled. "Her lips are so stretched around it. Yeah... take that cock bitch. Go ahead, choke on it." Rachel used her free hand to push on Taylor's head, trying to drive her down onto my cock, trying to drive it deeper into her mouth.

"Mmhmm... I love getting fed cock," Taylor drooled and coughed as she rose from my cock. "But I want him inside my pussy."

"Oooh! I'd love to watch that," Rachel nodded. "I need to see your big titties bounce on that cock."

"Really?" I asked.

Taylor smiled as she rose onto her knees, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Oh yeah!" Rachel smiled broadly. "Let her have her fun."

Taylor crawled over to me and kicked her leg over my hips. She used her hands to open her pussy as Rachel helped guide the head of my cock into her. Then she sat down on it, slowly dropping her hips, sliding me deeper and deeper.

"Yeah... ride that cock," Rachel moaned excitedly.

"Oh my God. Oh fuck," Taylor moaned as my cock stretched her so open. Then she started slowly moving her hips up and down, sliding all the way from the bottom to the tip of my cock with each stroke, hissing as she sank it deep inside her. Fuck she was so tight!

Rachel sat beside me and reached out to grab Taylor's breasts and roll her nipples between her fingers. "God, she's got great tits! Doesn't she? Watching her is making me so horny." She leaned forward and the two young women kissed as I watched, mesmerized.

"Oh fuck!" Taylor moaned as she rode me faster, bouncing on me. Her breasts bouncing and flopping with every move she made.

"Oh my God, this is crazy!" I moaned.

Rachel smiled and kissed me. "Doesn't she know how to ride dick good? God, she was born to fuck."

"Oh shit! Oh my God!" Taylor moaned loudly. She put her hands down on my shoulders and leaned forward, letting her move her hips at different speeds.

Rachel crawled down towards my feet, running her hand down Taylor's back and grabbed her ass. She looked intently behind her friend, then she smiled at me. "Mmm... you should see her perfect little asshole," Rachel said, sliding her fingers down the crack of Taylor's ass teasingly.

"Wow... I've never... that feels so weird," Taylor gasped as Rachel circled her tight, little sphincter.

Rachel smiled as she slid her finger into her mouth, getting it very wet, then returned it to Taylor's ass. I could tell the moment her finger pierced Taylor's asshole and wiggled its way inside.

Taylor's eyes went wide and her body quivered, her mouth opening in shock. "What are you...? Oh my fucking God!"

"You like that?" Rachel asked, smiling broadly, obviously sliding her finger in and out of her friends asshole. Her other hand grabbed and squeezed Taylor's breast firmly.

The young woman could only nod. She'd closed her eyes tightly, her mouth open, a low moan escaping her lips. The added sensation was overwhelming her brain.

I reached up, grabbed and squeezed her breast, too. My fingers grabbed and twisted her nipple slightly, sending her over the edge.

"Oh! Oh fuck!" she panted, her hips moving erratically, her upper body going rigid. Her eyes were closed tightly, her mouth open and drooling. It seemed she could barely form words. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Then she came, covering my cock and hips with her fluids, her hips moving rapidly. Then she quickly slid off me, grabbing her pussy and squeezing it as she fell back on the bed.

Rachel giggled as she watched her friend, then quickly kicked her leg over and mounted me. "I want a turn on that dick." She lowered her pussy on me faster, her pussy soaking wet and so ready for me. "Oh fuck! Yeah... I'm nice and wet. Oh fuck! Your cock feels so good in me!"

She started sliding up and down on my shaft. The different feel of her pussy made my cock pay even more attention, the pleasure rapidly building.

Taylor rose to her knees and the girls kissed, Taylor now grabbing and playing with Taylor's smaller breasts. "Fuck that's so hot. You look so hot riding his dick."

"I needed your cock so bad, daddy," Rachel moaned, smiling down at me.

"I love sharing dick with you," Taylor whispered to her friend, passionately kissing her again.

Rachel slid off me for a moment. "Come here, I want you to taste my pussy off his cock." Taylor quickly dropped down, her mouth sliding over my wet shaft as she sucked on me for a moment.

"You taste so good," Taylor smiled, rising on her knees again. Her hand snaked around Rachel's head and she pulled her into a searing kiss.

I had to admit, watching them kiss was really turning me on.

Rachel mounted me again, sliding her pussy down over my shaft. "He looks hungry for those tits," she said to Taylor, looking at me as I stared at Taylor's D-cup breasts above me.

"Yeah?" Taylor asked, smiling at me. She grabbed her breasts in her hands, lifting and squeezing them. "You like my big tits?"

"He hasn't been able to stop staring at them all day," Rachel giggled.

Taylor bent over, letting her breasts hang below her over my head, sliding her large mounds over my face. My tongue and lips found her nipples and I sucked on each of them, nibbling slightly as she moaned above me.

I heard a phone softly ring nearby and patted the bed with my hand to find my shorts. I grabbed them and managed to grab my phone from the pocket before Taylor thankfully sat back for a second.

"Oh shit!" I said, recognizing the caller ID. "It's my wife. I gotta answer this or she'll be suspicious."

Both Rachel and Taylor giggled, looking at each other in shocked pleasure.

"Go ahead... we'll be quiet," Rachel said, her eyes twinkling with obviously devious thoughts.

I swiped over the screen answering it and brought it to my ear.

"Hey hun!" I said, praying that she couldn't hear the soft squeaking of the bed as Rachel continued fucking me. Taylor bent down and started kissing my lips, neck, and chest, too, making it a little difficult to talk.

"Hey... I just wanted to let you know that we made it here and that I'm getting some groceries for Brenda," Cheryl said.

"Oh... um... ok," I replied, trying hard to control my breathing, trying hard to keep what was happening around me quiet. "That's good. She doing... ok?"

"Yeah... she's healing well," Cheryl said, as if she couldn't detect anything out of the ordinary. "She's moving about ok."

Taylor grabbed my free hand and smiled as she rose to her knees and brought it between her thighs. She pushed my fingers so that they pierced her pussy and pushed them inside, fucking herself with them.

And then Rachel started fucking me faster, bouncing on my cock, making the bed squeak even louder... making me start to breath even harder.

"Good... good," I said, straining to control my voice.

"Are you ok?" Cheryl asked, obviously hearing something wrong. "You sound out of breath."

"Oh my Go..." I whispered, the pleasure roaring through me. But I controlled it... I fought back and tamped it down for the time being. "No... no, I'm ok. I just had to run to get the phone. You know... up the, uh... stairs."

"Oh... ok. I should be home around 7pm tomorrow, if that's ok," Cheryl continued, seemingly believing my story. "I just want to make sure there's nothing else she needs before I leave."

"No... no, that'll be... just fine," I panted, starting to lose control.

"Ok, then," she said. "I hope you have a good night. I love you and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Ok... uh... I love you... Bye, hun... bye," I panted, losing control at the very end before I hung up the phone and lay it on the bed over my head. "Oh my fucking God! You two are horrible."

"You love it and you know it," Taylor giggled, using her hands to force my fingers in and out of her wetness.

"I'm cumming... fuck!" Rachel yelled loudly, her hips moving in a blur. She looked down at me, smiling, her face and chest flushing, her nipples getting so hard. "Oh my God! Oh my God!" Then she came, drenching my cock and hips with her juices as her body quivered and shook uncontrollably.

In a moment, she slid me from her pussy and both girls lay down, grabbing and stroking my shaft. They took turns sliding the head into their mouth, sucking and licking and teasing me unmercifully.

"We both had the same idea," Rachel giggled.

"Fuck, her pussy tastes good all over that cock," Taylor smiled, kissing Rachel again. "You taste so sweet on his cock."

"Mmmm," Rachel moaned, sliding my cock into her mouth again.

"I want to see you put that down your throat," Taylor challenged.

Rachel's eyes lit up and she slid me even deeper into her mouth. "GLUG GLUG GLUG," she said, swallowing around my cock.

"Oh fuck!" Taylor giggled, obviously impressed because Rachel's nose was all the way down in my pubic hair. "You did that so good. Let me try."

"Oh fuck," I moaned as the girls competed over me.

Taylor grabbed my shaft and slid it deep into her mouth, but only went halfway down my length before she bottomed out. "GLUG," she said, swallowing before pulling her mouth free, gagging and sputtering. Both girls giggled at her failed attempt. "There's no way I can do that. It's too big."

Rachel smiled. "Oh, you can... it just takes practice."

"Ooh... I like practice. God, I love the taste of that cock," Taylor giggled, continuing to stroke me.

"Fuck! What ever you're gonna do, you better do it fast. I'm gonna cum," I panted loudly, feeling like a freight train was coming.

"You're gonna cum for us?" Rachel asked, taking over and stroking my shaft quickly as both girls got into place. "Oh yeah... you wanna cum all over our faces?"

Taylor seemed giddy and bubbly. "Oh yes!"

"Oh my God... oh shit," I moaned and closed my eyes a second as the first of several jets of cum shot from my cock, painting a line across the faces of both girls, but mostly Rachel. More jets shot forth and Rachel adjusted the aim of my cock, making sure both girls' faces were painted well and cum dripped down.

Taylor giggled, wiping a load off her face with her fingers and sucking it into her mouth. "Fuck you taste so good."

"See?" Rachel asked me, giggling. "Wasn't that worth it?"

"Mmhmm... oh my God," I panted, closing my eyes for a moment, trying to control my breathing again.

Rachel lay on one side of me, Taylor on the other, and I hugged them tight against my body. Both of them idly ran their fingers and hands over my chest and stomach, playing with my chest hair and trying to tickle me. Occasionally a hand would drift down to my cock.

I turned toward Rachel and kissed her first on the lips, then on the forehead.

"You're babysitting for the Miller's tonight right, Taylor?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah... at 8pm."

There was a brief pause, as if Rachel were contemplating what to say. "Just make sure I get my cut."

"Oh... well... of course," Taylor said softly, as if wondering why she would say such a thing.

*****

Both of the girls left at 6pm after we spent the rest of the afternoon having fun together. I certainly satisfied my cravings, making sure both girls had an orgasm on my face as much as on my cock and fingers. I was a very happy man.

My phone rang again and I looked at the screen. It was Joe.

"Hey Joe! What's up?" I asked.

"Hey... um... it's... it's Cassidy," Joe said, sounding a little scared. "She... she got beat up real bad. She's in the hospital right now."

"What? What happened?"

"I think it was Rachel. I mean... I think Rachel had her beat up," Joe said.

"Rachel?" I asked, not understanding what he was talking about. "I was with her all afternoon."

"She had some guy do it," Joe said.

"Why? Why would she do that? Cassidy's her friend."

"I don't know. I... just don't know," Joe said. "Cassidy said it had something to do with money."

"I can't believe she'd do such a thing." My mind was reeling. What in the hell could have happened? And why? Why would anyone beat up some twenty-year-old college woman?

"Yeah. She wouldn't tell the police anything, I guess. But she told us."

"The police?" I asked. I don't know why I got scared all of the sudden, since I had nothing at all to do with Cassidy, but I was.

"Yeah... they're trying to figure out who did it," Joe said. She gave them a description, I guess, but that was it.

"What did she tell you and Tina?"

"She said it was a guy named Aaron," Joe mumbled quietly, obviously not wanting anyone around him to hear. "She said he came to collect money he said she owed Rachel."

I was stunned. It was all some kind of dispute over a little money? And the bastard that was fucking my wife beat Cassidy up?

"She'll be ok," Joe said. "They're gonna have her stay overnight and then let her out tomorrow sometime. It's just gonna take a couple weeks for her to heal."

"I am so sorry to hear that, Joe," I said, still very confused. "Give her our best, will you?"

"Yeah... yeah, I will."

We hung up the phone and I immediately texted Rachel to tell her Cassidy was in the hospital. She answered back, but it didn't sound like she was worried at all. I even told her that someone beat her up and all she said in her response was that she must have pissed someone off.

Suddenly my phone rang. It was Rachel.

"Hey," I said quietly, trying to figure out why she was acting like this.

"Hey. I... I just wanted to tell you not to get involved with this, ok?" Rachel said, suddenly sounding very adult. "It has nothing to do with you."

"Nothing to do with me?" I asked. In a way, all of this had something to do with me. "She could have been killed. What if that had been you?"

Rachel took a second to think. "I'm glad you're concerned about me. I really am. But she started this. She had it coming. Hopefully it's all over."

I shook my head, trying to clear it, trying to understand what was happening. "What? What do you mean she started this? What does that even mean?"

"Vince... please," Rachel stated coldly. "She was stealing from me, ok? She was stealing from me and I took care of it. It's really none of your concern."

"What do you mean stealing from you? How?"

"Look... I'm the one that created the Babysitter Club," Rachel said, starting to get angry. "I'm the one that organizes everything, schedules everything, makes sure that everyone is where they're supposed to be. I find new clients. I do a lot for them. And all I ask in return is for a little cut. That's it. I should be paid, too, right? I deserve to be paid, too! And Cassidy took my jobs and started working... freelance... as if she could have her cake and eat it, too. She didn't pay me at all for all her... side jobs. Jobs that she wouldn't have if it wasn't for me."

"Rachel... what... what did you do?" I asked, suddenly shocked that this had gotten so out of hand.

"I sent someone over to collect *MY* money," she said softly, "and to teach her not to fucking mess with me ever again."

"Rachel..." I said softly. I didn't even know what else to say at this point. She wasn't the innocent, little college girl that she was just a couple months ago. I didn't know who this person was.

"Look... I have a call coming in," she said, almost sounding normal again. "I'll talk to you later, ok?"

"Yeah... ok." I hung up the phone and sat down.

*****

It was noon on Sunday, when I got another call, this time from Tina.

"Hey," I said, answering it.

"Vince," she started to say. She sounded scared. "The... uh... the police came this morning and took Joe down to the station for questioning."

"Joe?" I said, shocked. "He didn't have anything to do with this."

"I know that... but I guess they found some kind of connection between Cassidy and us."

"What kind of connection could there really be?"

"I don't know... money... phone records... I'm not sure."

"Oh my God."

"I'm scared Joe," she said, starting to cry. "What if this all gets out?"

"Yeah," I said softly, suddenly getting nervous myself. Could this get back to Rachel? If so... would it get back to him? What would that do to him, his reputation, his job... his marriage?

"I'll let you know when he gets back," she whispered.

"Ok."

*****

Cheryl came back into town around 8pm on Sunday night. I helped her carry her suitcase in while she carried a sleeping Timmy. She set him in his bed and then came back downstairs. I was in the kitchen, pouring her a cup of coffee.

"Was your trip ok?" I asked, starting some small talk just to get the conversation starting. This was going to be the hardest conversation of my life.

It started well enough, with her just telling me how tired she was. She told me about Brenda, that she was doing well. I kind of felt... out of place. My mind just wasn't on what she was telling me. I knew I was going to have to just come out and say it.

"Joe and Tina call me last night and this morning," I said.

"Yeah? What are they up to?"

"Cassidy... their babysitter... she was beat up pretty badly," I said. "She got out of the hospital tonight."

"Oh my gosh, that's horrible," Cheryl said, looking worried for her.

I nodded. It was horrible. "The, uh... the police are looking for the guy that did it. I guess Cassidy told Joe and Tina but wouldn't tell the police."

"Why in the world would she do that?" Cheryl asked, shocked. "If she knows who did it, he has to be punished."

"Yeah... well... it was Aaron," I said. "The young guy you've been seeing."

Cheryl looked at me, shocked and scared and surprised. She had no idea that I knew... or what I knew... or how I knew it. All she knew was that she was busted and she was trying to think of a way out of it... all while thinking that the man that she'd been seeing could be so violent.

"And to be completely honest with you... I know because I've been seeing someone, too... someone that knows Aaron," I admitted. Cheryl sat back, in total shock. "It's kind of crazy how fucked up our marriage has become, huh? But I, uh... I want you to know that I'm done with her... I'm done with the cheating. And I don't think you should see Aaron again either."

Cheryl nodded slowly. Her hands were shaking. "What does this mean?" she asked. "For us?"

*****

"Mrs. Jacobs?" Cheryl called as she came down the stairs, still putting an earring in. She was dressed beautifully, in a red, body-hugging dress, black nylons beneath, with three-inch heals. The dress hung off her shoulders and plunged a little low in the front to show off her cleavage.

"Yes?" Mrs. Jacobs, our new sixty-year-old babysitter, sitting in the chair across from me, called from the living room. Timmy was on the floor between us, playing with his building blocks, creating some kind of space ship.

"Can you make sure he goes to bed by 9pm, please?" Cheryl asked. "He's been really cranky in the mornings when I get him up for daycare."

Mrs. Jacobs smiled and nodded. "I sure will."

I stood, grabbed Cheryl's long coat, and helped her put it on. It was two weeks before Christmas and a cold winter was already settling in.

"We won't be too late," Cheryl added. "You have our phone numbers, right?"

"Yes I do," Mrs. Jacobs nodded.

"You be good for Mrs. Jacobs. Ok kiddo?" I told Timmy.

"I will," he said, barely looking up from his blocks.

"Love you!" Cheryl said.

"Love you, too!" Timmy replied almost by rote.

Cheryl and I walked out the front door and through the lightly falling snow to our car that I'd already started to warm it up. I opened the passenger seat and helped her inside before I walked around to the driver's side. I'd barely fastened my seat belt when Cheryl giggled, wiggling her ass, pulling the bottom of her dress up to show me both the tops her wonderful thigh-high hose... and the matching thong panties beneath.

"See anything you like?"

I felt my cock twinge at the thought of what lay ahead. We'd planned to go to dinner and maybe some dancing... but I wasn't so sure about everything now. I pulled out into the street and started driving before putting my hand on her warm thigh, sliding over it slowly. I worked my fingers a little higher as I felt her spread her thighs for me, letting my fingertips press and circle her clit.

"Oh," she gasped, almost giggling, her eyes sparkling in the dark.

After our difficult conversation just a few months ago, we decided we would work on our marriage. We decided that it was worth keeping and that we would create the marriage we truly wanted, no matter what. One of the things we found that we both wanted was a little more... fun... and sex. Our sex life had grown extremely boring and stale and neither one of us wanted to go back to that ever again. We made a deal that we would have open conversations about our desires, our needs, our wants. And that we'd do everything we could to make the other happy.

Neither one of us went back to the Babysitter's Club for satisfaction. I wasn't positive, but I thought it disbanded when everyone went back to college. The police never did find out about Aaron or about the club and the matter seemed to have been dropped. I had a quick conversation over text with Rachel in the fall, when she was at school, but nothing much else.

"What do you say we skip dancing tonight?" I suggested, sliding my fingers inside her panties and pushing them deep into her wet pussy. She was so wet and she mewled seductively as my fingers curled deep inside her, stroking her G-spot before pulling out and circling her clit.

"Mmm... fuck," Cheryl moaned softly and licked her lips in excitement. "Have something else in mind, do you?"

"I was thinking about, maybe," I paused for effect. "Maybe I'd take you somewhere and just fuck your brains out for several hours. Your pussy is so wet... and I just can't wait to taste you."

Cheryl practically blushed. I hadn't talked like that to her in years. It felt... wrong... embarrassing... but so... exciting... to her. She nodded, biting her lip as if she was having a hard time admitting that that's what she really wanted, too. "Yes... God, please yes!"