The Peanut Butter Babysitter, Part 4
(MF, slow, cheat, oral)
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FINAL VERSION, 06/13/05 11:23

DISCLAIMER: Don't read if you're under eighteen, or if the laws in your very repressive jurisdiction would suggest that you not read smutty stories such as this one.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story was originally inspired by this fabulous LiveJournal entry. Thanks to my muse Aimee for her inspiration, her inspiration, and the permission to link her journal entry here.

In slow motion, I watched as my New England Patriots mug tumbled to the floor, the coffee spilling out of it in all directions.

As it fell to the ground, my mind tumbled over this new turn of events. How was Aimee here? What had happened — had she returned to confess our sins?

Well, Beth was smiling when she entered the house, so Aimee hadn't confessed anything yet. But why did fate keep throwing this woman back into my life?

I couldn't come up with any answers in the second or so it took for my mug to smash into the ceramic tile floor, coffee everywhere.

The crash was loud enough to wake Jakie, apparently, and he started crying as soon as the echoes from the broken mug had subsided.

"Jim, be more careful," Beth scolded, heading for the kitchen to get a towel.

"I'll go get Jake," Aimee said, glancing at me quickly and then striding from the room.

I stood there, speechless. I glanced out the front door and noticed that Aimee's red hatchback was parked in the driveway behind Beth's car. What in the world had happened?

Beth returned from the kitchen holding a towel and dragging the kitchen trash can behind me. She tossed the towel to me. "Jim, you have to be more careful," she said, crouching down and picking up the larger pieces of the shattered mug, tossing them into the crash. "That could have broken your toe."

"You're right, it could have," I said, finally locating my voice. As I crouched down next to Beth and began wiping up the coffee, I asked her. "What in the world is Aimee doing here?"

"You'll never believe it," Beth said. "I ran into her in Cricenti's. Remember I told you that she was going home to Maine for Thanksgiving?"

I nodded. After all, that had been the way Aimee and I had been able to spend the night together in Portsmouth, two nights ago.

"Well," Beth continued, "Her parents called her when she was on the way and said they were leaving town. Apparently, they had to fly to California to take care of Aimee's great-aunt, who broke her hip."

"So, she turned around. I guess she spent Tuesday night in a hotel somewhere, then drove back to campus yesterday. Oh, you should have seen her, Jim — she was buying a frozen turkey dinner to have for Thanksgiving, and so of course I invited her here. You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not," I said, as Aimee came down the stairs holding Jake, Ethan following behind her. "She's like family."

After the remains of my beloved Pats mug had been cleaned up, and the coffee wiped off the floor, Aimee went into the kitchen to help Beth with the cooking. I refilled a fresh mug and then sat in the family room, the boys playing Legos on the floor.

On TV, the floats and bands and cheerleaders in New York paraded by, but I wasn't paying attention. How was I going to act normal around Aimee? How could I look at her across the Thanksgiving table, in front of my wife and kids, when my dick had been buried inside her 36 hours before?

My head throbbed. And not in a good way.

***

Around 11:00, Beth and Aimee both came out of the kitchen, a glass of wine in each of their hands. "Well, Jim," Beth said, "we've earned this. The turkey is cooking, the potatoes are peeled, the pies are baked, and we'll be ready to eat around 4:00."

She raised her glass to Aimee's and they clinked together with a musical sound.

I smiled and shook my finger at Beth, jokingly. "Shame on you, honey. Providing alcohol to our underage babysitter. Tsk-tsk."

Aimee and I locked eyes, and she blushed slightly, knowing that providing alcohol to her -- which I'd also done -- was the least of my sins.

Beth failed to notice, just chuckling. "I think it's OK today, Jim. After all, Aimee's not on the clock for us today. She's an invited guest. Besides, if you're worried about her driving in the ice, I told her she could have the guest room tonight if she wants. What's the point of going all the way back an empty dorm?"

Aimee blushed again, and I probably did too. So now there was a chance that Aimee was going to sleep in my house tonight??

Any further embarrassment was saved when Ethan, who had been sleeping with his face on the carpet, squirmed and woke up. "Mommy, I'm cold," he complained.

"That's probably because you're sleeping on the floor and not in your bed," she said. "Do you want to go upstairs for a nap?"

"Mmm hmm," Ethan grunted.

Beth set her class down and picked up the sleeping Jake from the recliner. "C'mon Eth," she said. "Let's get you guys a nice Thanksgiving nap."

"Nap nap," Ethan said sleepily, standing up and holding on to Beth's pant leg.

"Let me help..." Aimee started to say.

"No, Aimee, you're not on the clock today, and I meant it," Beth said. "I'll get these two sleepyheads into bed and be right back down."

She carried Jake upstairs, Ethan toddling off behind her. As soon as Beth was out of ear shot, Aimee set her glass down and turned to me.

"Are you as totally freaked right now as I am?"

I nodded. "Probably. I don't understand — what's going on with your aunt?"

"She'll be okay," Aimee said. "Fell down the steps at her house two weeks ago, came home from the hospital yesterday. She just can't move around much, so my parents are going to be her butlers for the next couple of weeks."

"I hope she recovers quick," I said. "But your parents just called you yesterday and told you this?"

Aimee blushed, and didn't say anything for a minute, her eyes downcast. "Not exactly," she admitted.

"What do you mean?"

"They called me about a week and a half ago, and asked if I'd be OK staying in New London over Thanksgiving break, that they were flying out to Santa Clara. I told them it was fine."

"A week and a half ago?" My mind quickly did some calculations. "That means you knew before we ... arranged to meet?" I whispered.

She nodded. "I found out just before. But the timing was so perfect otherwise, I didn't want to mess anything up."

"So you just drove right back here from Portsmouth?"

Aimee nodded. "I went into town and hung out at Starbucks for half an hour or so, just so we wouldn't see each other on the road."

I started to say something else, but I could hear Beth's footsteps coming back down the stairs. I quickly put a finger to my lips and turned my attention back to the football pregame show on TV.

***

That afternoon was both awkward and arousing for me. I tried to watch the football coverage on TV, afraid that I'd give away our secret if I spent too much time talking to Aimee, or looking at her, or thinking about her.

Still, as she and Beth discussed their plans to go shopping the next day, I couldn't help but admire her form. She was curled up on the loveseat across from me, her slim legs tucked beneath her, the tight jeans she wore perfectly displaying that beautiful ass, that ass I'd groped and grabbed and licked and kissed in Portsmouth.

The kids were still napping about an hour later when Beth excused herself to use the restroom. Aimee caught my eye and winked; she then grabbed the hem of her sweater and the tanktop beneath, lifting it to flash me a quick view of those beautiful tits. My cock swelled so fast it was nearly painful.

I returned the favor a little while later, as I headed upstairs to take a shower and finally get dressed for the day. Beth was in the kitchen, basting the turkey for the umpteenth time. As I left the living room, I stood in the doorway and pulled my pajama pants down, flexing my erect cock under Aimee's hungry gaze.

***

The kids were in better moods after their nap, and dinner was excellent, up to Beth's usual standards. Aimee complimented her several times, and I could tell Beth was thrilled with the praise. She refilled Aimee's wine glass a few times, and told her how glad we were to have her with us today.

The kids loved having Aimee there, and we all just generally had a blast. Suddenly, I saw the appeal of polygamy. One wife to cook, one wife to take care of the kids, multiple sexual partners. Sounded good to me!!

After dinner, Beth and I worked on the dishes while Aimee played with the kids outside. The first few snowflakes were drifting down from the sky, and from the kitchen window I watched Aimee and the boys try and catch them on their tongues.

"She's amazing, isn't she?" Beth said, and my brain locked up, unable to respond. "With the kids, I mean," she continued.

"Absolutely," I said.

"She told me earlier that she might have to try and find a fulltime job in January. She's having trouble getting all the bills paid, and her parents aren't able to help too much. I'd hate to lose her as a babysitter."

"That would suck," I said, pondering the thought.

***

We had hot chocolate (or warm chocolate milk, in Jake's case) waiting for the kids and Aimee when they came back inside. She had a duffel bag slung over her shoulder, one I recognized from our hotel visit.

"I still had this bag in my car from -- from when I was on the way to see my folks," Aimee said, not meeting my gaze. "If you really don't mind, I guess I will stay here tonight."

"Of course not," Beth said, thrilled. "We can paint our toenails and watch bad movies." I grinned at her enthusiasm, and for a moment, I wondered -- who was more infatuated with Aimee -- me or my wife?

***

That evening, Beth and I gave the boys their baths and put them to bed. I watched TV with Beth and Aimee for a while before retiring to the bedroom, trying to wrap my head around this crazy day.

I dozed off in front of the bedroom TV, and the bedside clock read 11:47 when I felt the bed shift a while later, as Beth climbed in next to me.

"I lent Aimee one of your t-shirts to sleep in," Beth whispered. "I hope you don't mind. She said she didn't have any clean sleepclothes in that bag. Typical college student, taking only dirty clothes home, I guess."

I chuckled at Beth's joke; in reality, I knew exactly why she didn't have any sleepwear in that bag.

Beth and I kissed goodnight, and as her breathing got more regular, I couldn't get the image of Aimee out of my mind. Those hard nipples she'd flashed at me earlier today. The idea of her wearing one of my t-shirts again -- the idea that she was in bed, barely clothed, in my very own house!! My cock hardened at the thought.

I had to see her.

Once Beth's breathing was deep enough that I knew she was fast asleep, I eased myself out of bed and tiptoed down the hall, closing the master bedroom door behind me. I passed the boys' room and stood outside the guest room door for a moment, gathering my courage.

I twisted the doorknob slowly and eased the door open. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I gazed upon Aimee's form in the double guest bed.

She was asleep, the blankets thrown halfway off her body. I smiled as I realized she was snoring gently -- the wine was probably the cause of that!

One long, sexy leg was uncovered, and I admired its form, my gaze traveling hungrily over her calf, her thigh, all the way to the bottom hemline of her flesh-colored panties, just barely visible beneath the blanket.

My first impulse was to climb into bed with her, but I knew that would mean the complete and utter end of my marriage, and I wasn't quite ready for that.

So I just stood there, admiring her for a few moments, before gently easing myself out of the room and back down the hall to my own bed.

It took a long time for me to fall back asleep.

***

It seemed like I'd barely fallen asleep before Beth's alarm clock was insistently beeping. I looked at it, and groaned. "5:00, Beth? Really?"

"Aimee and I want to hit the sales before everything's gone," she said groggily, propping herself up on her elbows.

I grunted in response, and fell back into a half-asleep state as Beth got out of bed and stumbled off to our bathroom to take a shower.

I startled to full consciousness when I felt a hand on my crotch. My eyes snapped open and I saw Aimee standing next to the bed, wearing my Patriots t-shirt, which came to about mid-thigh on her.

"What -- Aimee?" I whispered, fully aware of Beth's presence in the shower, just on the other side of the bedroom wall.

"Take your cock out," Aimee said.

"What? Are you nuts?"

"Take your cock out," she repeated. "I want to suck you, and the only time we have is the time Beth's in the shower. So take your cock out."

Still stunned, I nodded, and I fished my semi-hard cock through the fly of my pajama bottoms.

Aimee pulled me to a sitting position, swinging my legs off the bed and to the floor. She pushed my legs apart and knelt between them, giving me a fast blowjob, my ears pinned to the sound of Beth's shower.

I groaned through clenched teeth as Aimee's lips and tongue worked over my cock, her fingers alternately fondling my balls through my clothing, and pinching her own nipples. Her (my!) t-shirt rode up her back a bit as she sucked me furiously, and I admired her ass in those skimpy panties.

The illicitness of the situation, combined with the flirting and arousal yesterday, brought me to the brink very quickly. I ran my hands through Aimee's tousled hair as her pace increased, and I bit my lip as my climax raced through my body. My hips lifted off the bed as I came, trying to drive every drop of my semen down her throat.

She pumped me gently for a moment, swallowing my load. Wiping the corners of her mouth daintily, she tucked my cock back into my pants, and helped me swing my legs back up into the bed.

As I heard Beth turn off the shower, Aimee leaned down to kiss me on the cheek. The smell of my semen was on her breath, as she whispered in my ear.

"Now you owe me one, big Jim."

She stood up and pulled the t-shirt off her body. Despite myself, I felt my cock pulse at the site of her magnificent breasts, and that smooth stomach with pierced navel.

As she hurried out of the room, I pulled the sheet over my body and feigned sleep when Beth came back into the bedroom, just a couple of minutes later.

"I guess Aimee's already up. I hear the other shower running. Oh, and she left that t-shirt hanging on the doorknob. Good thing you were still asleep!"

"Mffffggghh," I grunted.

Beth shook my shoulder. "Jim, wake up for a minuted. I want to ask you something serious, something about Aimee and us."

My heart leapt into my throat, but I tried to play it cool, grunting a question mark at Beth.

"Do you think we should ask her to move in with us?"

Part 5 -- Coming soon

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