Amber the Babysitter 15

Amber the babysitter 15

The next morning, as I awoke, the morning light trickled through the shades of our hotel room. Amber was still dead asleep, rolled up in the blankets, on her side. She always looked so pretty and innocent as she slept. A far cry from the girl who just hours before had her mouth buried so deep on my clit, while two fingers were deep inside me pussy pumping me to orgasm. Once I realized what time it was and that if we didn't get going, we were going to be late, I woke her, and we hustled and bustled to get our things packed.

Her parents came to the hotel to gather the stuff we weren't taking and to drive us to the airport. My parents had taken the kids home after the reception. We hustled through the airport, like two crazy women who were in some cliche romantic comedy trying to make our flight. Once seated on the plane and catching our breath, we quietly, but excitedly, set off for our four-day, three-night honeymoon and left hot summer air, arriving in Aruba to extremely hot, humid air. Thank God we packed light and planned to be in bikinis or naked our whole weekend, because it was a scorcher outside.

Our first night in Aruba was basically us chilling out in our cabana, kissing, touching, and cuddling with each other. Not because we weren't turned on or wanting to fuck. We were both incredibly drained from the last few days of activities. The rehearsal dinner, our wedding, the reception, the lack of sleep, the flight, and the overly hot weather conditions we arrived in. But that was all about to change.

The second morning started with me waking up as Amber headed to the bathroom. We had run the air conditioner on full blast, finally cooling off the room and getting some much-needed sleep. When Amber came out of the bathroom, she crawled on top of me, edging further and further up, pinning me under the light blanket covering me. Amber slid her panties to the side and put her pussy right onto my mouth. I could feel how wet she was, as her skin touched my lips. She started to rock back and forth, grinding her clit on my face, getting herself more aroused. My tongue slipped out of my mouth and right into her wet lips. I listened to her moans and whimpers as I ate her out, unable to get my arms free to grab, touch, or squeeze anywhere else. But just looking up at her, knowing I was pleasing her, while her eyes were shut, her mouth open and her tits lightly swaying back and forth, made me soaking wet.

She came hard, hovering over me, shaking, as her muscles tightened. As she came down from her first orgasm, she looked down at me, lifted herself just inches off my face and she started rubbing her clit. She hovered over me rubbing herself hard, swirling her fingers around it, moaning, whimpering, yet keeping direct eye contact with me as she was trying to make herself cum again. I was in awe of watching he pleasure herself while her pussy was inches from my mouth, listening to her moans and groans, watching her body shake and tremble, knowing she was doing it for me and to show me how much she wanted me sexually.

After she orgasmed again, she started to climb off of me and spoke out, "Your turn."

Amber pulled the covers off me and slid down between my legs. She pulled my panties down forcefully, spread my legs open, slid her body flat onto the bed and licked my pussy hard and feverishly. My senses reeled, my body tingled, and she made me moan and groan until my body shook as I came.

Once I came, I grabbed her head, stopping her, and she pulled back a bit. I thought for a moment that she was going to let me ease down from my orgasm, perhaps let me gain my composure, but just as I believed she had accomplished her mission and we were going to cuddle, embracing this spontaneous moment, she looked up at me and whispered, "You're not done!"

Amber rolled me over and opened my legs further. Her face dove deep in between my ass cheeks and her hot, wet tongue slid right onto my asshole. I laid face own, feeling her sucking, licking and puckering my ass for minutes on end. The pleasure was just as arousing as when she eats my pussy. I was thrusting, moving, twisting, and rocking as her tongue was almost entering inside of me. She pulled her face back momentarily and I heard her spit on her fingers, and within seconds, one of them was deep inside my ass. I was flat on the bed, my ass cheeks spread, as she rammed her fingers in and out of me, barking out loud commands of, "Cum bitch! Cum with my fingers in your ass."

I was in heaven. I was soaking wet and being anally violated all before I could ever get up, wash my face and brush my teeth. Pump after pump filled me with her long, skinny finger, until she slid a second one in. I was begging her not to stop. I wanted more. She fingered my ass like she was on a mission. She knows I get off on anal just as much as vaginal, and she was going to make sure I exploded in pleasure as she finger fucked me.

Amber knelt more upright behind me, her left hand on the back of my thigh, pinning it down, as her right hand was thrusting back and forth inside of me. As I was getting close to cumming Amber spoke out, "Does my wife like her ass being fingered?"

I chirped out, "Yes." Hearing her say, "Wife and ass," in the same sentence got me so excited that I think my heart skipped a beat.

I came hard. I know some reading this might think you can't cum while being fuck in the ass. Oh, Counterair, you can. And I do. Often! Sometimes are even harder than vaginal penetration, which is why I love anal as much as I do.

I knew then, as I know now, that I am a lesbian. Or at least will always be in a lesbian relationship. I have long forgotten about those internal battles I fought. As much as sometimes long for a hard dick and cum in my mouth, I wouldn't trade one second of Amber and her pussy for it. And that morning's surprise fuck fest is exactly what I mean. To have your wife come out of the bathroom, crawl on top of you and ram her pussy down on your face is something I could have never imagined, and now after having my pussy and ass eaten, with her fingers deep in my ass, is something I wouldn't trade her for the world.

When we finally got each other off as needed, we got up, got dressed, grabbed some breakfast, and went sightseeing. Everyone we met, talked to, and every store clerk we had conversations with knew we were married. It was like a "brag fest" in Aruba. No one gave a shit, I'm sure, but we told them anyway. It was as if we were telling the world, "We were here and we were queer."

Time passed so fast on our honeymoon. Days of tanning at the beach turned to nights of drinking and dining at some hot, trendy restaurant, followed by sexual intercourse so hard that I think we both pulled muscles. It's impossible to measure how I've watched our relationship grow. How we've been so open and honest about what we liked, wanted, or needed both in the relationship and behind closed doors. How she has turned from a girl who wasn't sure who she wanted to date, into a pussy eating machine, which is so far removed from our first time together, when she was so inexperienced, scared and unsure as she cautiously, and nervously slid her tongue across my slit and onto my clit.

I could go on and on about our growth and development. The sexual lust and our sexual intercourse. How we've learned and understand how to please one another. Accepting our fate that we were meant to be together. How we turned each other into full-fledged lesbians. How I went from being an average woman, wanting a man, wanting dick inside of me, to being on my knees, looking deeply into a woman's eyes as I lick her pussy. To become so needy and desiring the touch of a woman. To feel her soft sensual skin, to take her bra off and get excited seeing tits. To slide her panties down and knowing that I am going to participate in some wild, taboo, different lifestyle. To want pussy more than dick. To want our naked bodies pressed against each other. To feel the wetness between her legs, knowing it's me that's making her wet. And feeling the same as she is turning me on.

We've all heard stories of some woman who realized later in life, or after years of marriage, that she "suddenly realized she's a lesbian". Maybe I am one of those stories. Maybe it was just Amber. Perhaps it was her openness and ability to confront her feelings and tell me that she was interested in me that made me honestly think about my sexuality more than just the fantasy of and time with Jane. Or even my brief experiences with Mary. And for me to digest and finally admit that I have a deeper love, understanding, emotional bond, and sexual gratification with women than I ever had with men. Far past my acceptance of being bisexual, to now knowing I'd rather be with a woman. But as I sat on the beach on our last night with her, holding hands, just as the sun was setting, I knew, this is where I was supposed to be. A lesbian, married to a beautiful woman, in love and about to embark on our last dinner in Aruba, with my new wife, all while I had conjured up a special treat in my mind to make our last night special.

For dinner that night, we both decided to wear the long flowing summer dresses we bought while sightseeing. What amber didn't know was that I had purchased two little remote control wireless butterflies form the porn store and had snuck them into my suitcase. I suggested we both go pantyless to dinner, and once I showed her the butterflies, we both knew where this night was going.

We waited until we were at the restaurant and seated before she got up, went to the bathroom, slid hers in, coming back to the table, and handing me the little remote. I embarrassedly smiled and excused myself from the table, went to the bathroom stall, lifted my dress up, and slid mine in. When I returned to the table, the waiter was there, so I had to wait a few seconds before I handed her the remote.

We both agreed to try to secretly turn them on during the evening, but the first time we turned them on to buzzing/humming mode, we did it simultaneously. We tried to be quiet and discreet about it, and I don't think anyone saw, but every time, she buzzed me, I'd buzz her back. She even did it when the waiter was bringing us our entrees, and I almost leapt out of my chair.

As we had dinner, we kept arousing each other for seconds on end with the butterflies. I could feel the buzzing deep within me, and I knew she was feeling it deep inside of her. I was so fucking horny that if we weren't at the restaurant, I would have slid under the table with her butterfly on full thrust and just watched it vibrating her pussy lips until she came. At one point, I slipped my foot out of the sandal I was wearing and slid it up and under her dress. I rubbed my foot on the inside of her thigh as far up as I could while I had her butterfly on full speed. She was trying to eat her chicken parm, but I could tell she couldn't concentrate on chewing while my toes were tantalizing her leg and her pussy was being vibrated to uncontrollable desires.

At one point, when my foot was pinned between her thighs, she reached her head down and pulled my foot and leg in closer. I did my best to edge down in my seat and push my foot further up into her, that my toes felt the butterfly sticking out of her. As the waiter came over to gather our plates and ask us if we wanted dessert, Amber barked out, "No! Check, please!"

Needless to say, when we got into the cab and were driving back towards our cabana, her hand slipped up under my dress, and she started shaking and trying to thrust the butterfly deeper inside of me. She whispered, "I want you," and it made me tingle.

When I reached my hand underneath her dress, her pussy was soaked. And I am not exaggerating to enhance this story. I genuinely mean she was soaking wet. We both softly, deliberately, and very cautiously vibrated each other, still zapping one other with the butterflies, trying to avoid getting caught by the cab driver. But in the midst of it all, we were turning each other on so severely that we couldn't wait to get back to our cabana.

We weren't out of the cab and inside the cabana when I was down on my knees, holding her dress up with my hands. I pulled the butterfly form inside of her, pushed her legs apart and started licking her slit. I was so excited we were back in our little private hut, ready for what would be round 4 of our honeymoon sex.

I licked and sucked her until she just about came. She was so wet that there was juice running down my chin because she was just seconds away from exploding. Amber pulled me upright, kissed me deeply, and whispered, "I want us to get so close to cumming, then stop for a while, tease, and touch each other, and do it over and over again until we can't take it anymore."

I almost came hearing that. From that moment on, I would lick, suck, touch, and tease her to the highest pleasures, and within moments of her cumming, she'd stop me. We'd switch places, and she would do the same to me until I was ready to explode. Then we'd switch back to me pleasing her. It was a game of outright taunting and teasing, but one I will never forget. Just getting each other within milliseconds away from cumming and then switching places was hotter than hell. It gave us both a chance to eat each other's pussies so long and hard that night. It went back and forth for an hour. What should have been an easy 5 or 6 orgasms each turned into 8 or 9 "almost there" moments until I finally couldn't take it anymore, and while slurping away on her dripping wet pussy, I rammed my fingers into myself so hard and deep that I exploded all over the sheets.

When she knew I had cum, she begged me not to stop, and seconds later, she came so hard that she squirted everywhere. It's a rarity she squirts, but tonight it came flying out of her. Then she pushed my face back into her pussy and demanded more. It was an absolute pussy fest. There was cum, spit, bodily fluids, and sweat everywhere on our bed.

I was in absolute love. I had never had such a wild experience with any man in my life. Lord knows I had been wet. I have been fucked to multiple orgasms, both anal and vaginal. I sucked a many hard dicks until they came. I even ate two other women out before her. But for us to lick each other's pussy to the brink of orgasm, only to flip the tables and repeat the process over and over but not letting each other get off was something I still can't believe. It was frustrating at points, because I know both of us wanted to cum, but surely different and wild. I think as horny as we were while we were getting pleasured, it made us try and please each other even harder. It was as if we were fighting to make the other cum. It was sensational. And when we finally did have those orgasms, it kept us going for longer and harder than usual until we both passed out from exhaustion.

The following day was a madhouse of packing our suitcases, which were now overstuffed with clothes, trinkets, and items from our honeymoon. When we got on the plane, Amber said something to me that I never would have expected. She leaned over to me just before we taxied down the runway and whispered, "My pussy is sore."

I almost burst out laughing, held her hand tighter, and replied, "So is my ass."

We arrived home exhausted, sunburnt, and worn out. Every inch of my pussy, my ass and my innards hurt. I was happy to see everyone when we got home and was flattered that they had planned a big dinner, which allowed us to share the excitement of our trip with everyone. Of course, we didn't go into detail about our sex life, but it was a good night.

That night at home, when we got to sleep in our bed together as wife and wife, it was exciting. It was the first time we lay in that bed together after being married. Lord knows we had slept in it together countless times before, but tonight we were married. We were one and the same. We now had the same last name. We now had beautiful gold rings on our fingers to remind us that we were inseparable. And if we actually had some energy that night, and weren't sore, we probably would have had sex, but that moment needed to wait until we both recovered from our trip.

From that moment on, I got to wake up next to my wife every day. I got to kiss her and hold her. I got to enjoy her happiness in life just as much as I was there for her sorrows. She did the same for me. We had moved forward. Amber was now intertwined with me, just as I was with her. We were wife and wife, living our lives together. It took some battles, uneasiness, fights, and misunderstandings with friends, family, and us. But we made it. And through it all, some accepted us more than others, but I think that happens with every same-sex marriage.

As the years have passed, we both have grown. We have aged, matured, changed, and developed, but we persevered through it all. We decided on in vitro fertilization a few years into our marriage, and Amber has given birth to two children. They have been the light of our lives. We do what we can to help one another and be there for each other whenever possible. We have tried to raise a normal family in an unusual lifestyle. Sexually, we have experimented, tried new places, new themes, dressing up, role playing, and we even had several threesomes with one of her co-workers (Jennifer) a few years back, around our 8th anniversary. It was fun, wild, and arousing, but it was also very different bringing a third into our situation. Something we never planned or expected. An experiment we enjoyed, but one I don't think we'd ever do again.

At the beginning of it all, I think Amber got the biggest kick out of it. I felt her excitement and interest in talking and texting with Jennifer as she described our love, our lives, and our sexuality. I have no doubt Amber was very interested in seducing Jennifer and bringing her into this lifestyle. You should have seen all the enthusiasm when Amber would come home after work, or be texting her late at night, telling me how Jennifer believed she was interested in women. How curious Jennifer was. That Jennifer was implying she wanted to do it, but was torn by feelings and emotions. Amber told me about the countless questions Jennifer had asked about us. How Jennifer admitted her thoughts and desires of being with a woman. Amber used to say to me that Jennifer's curiosities reminded her of her own thoughts, fears, and interests when she was still trying to figure out her sexuality.

I could clearly see how giddy Amber was the night she and Jennifer had their first kiss on the dance floor of the club we were at. How one small kiss turned into a heated goodnight kiss in the parking lot later that night. And then, on a Saturday night some weeks later, in the privacy of our house, Amber got to slide Jennifer's panties down and please her by eating out Jennifers pussy to multiple orgasms. Only to then see Jennifer return the favor and eat Amber out, all while she ate pussy for the first time, while I watched.

It was incredibly arousing watching someone else take their first steps into an unknown world of same sex relations, knowing, or hoping they'd like it as much as you do. And believe me, in the end, even through some of her own emotional or mental battles, I know that Jennifer decided she liked pussy. Undoubtedly, the more the three of us had sex, the more it opened up a new lifestyle for her, because Jennifer kept coming back for more. She kept asking us for more time together. For more experiences and more intimacy. It also gave Amber and I a chance to experience something different too.

I couldn't even begin to describe how sexy and hot it was for all three of us to be on our bed, lying on our sides in some unique triangular position with our heads pinned between each other's thighs, eating each other's pussies out. Only to switch it around and go down on other person to eat more pussy. Or when we had that first true threesome and I was on my stomach eating Jennifer out, while Amber was sitting on her face being brought to orgasm, only to hear Jennifer mouth out, "I fucking love this."

Countless times during our little adventures, Jennifer would have her face between my legs until I came, then go between Amber's. It was like nights of round robins, until everyone sucked, lick and fingered each other to orgasm. And I was sitting proud that I had two, younger, hot women wanting my pussy as much a I wanted theirs.

I could write another whole line of tales about those experiences. Maybe one day I will. But for now, I will tell you one more story about us. One more fabulous night of passion between Amber and me, on our first wedding anniversary, in which, on a hot summer night, we tried a machine that did things to us I never thought were possible. And cemented in the fact that no matter what the day, what time, the item, or the position, we will fuck each other any way we can.

Amber the Babysitter, the last chapter... Soon...