GenderX – Trans Babysitter Fucked While Wife Is Out

Title: “The Babysitter’s Naughty Night”

The sun had just set, casting a warm amber glow through the kitchen windows as Sarah fussily prepared dinner. Her husband, Mike, was engrossed in the newspaper, not offering a single helping hand. It was their anniversary weekend, but Sarah felt more like a kitchen maid than a beloved wife.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, letting in Marquis, their new babysitter. Sarah couldn’t help but stare. The androgynous figure, draped in a loose tank top and paint-splattered shorts, had an air of mystery. Piercings dotted their ears, and a glint in their eye hinted at a rebellious streak.

“Thank you for coming, Marquis,” Sarah managed to say, averting her gaze. “The kids are in the living room, watching a movie. If you need anything, feel free to ask.”

Marquis smiled, showing off a set of straight white teeth, and padded off to the living room. Sarah couldn’t help but notice the way their lithe muscles flexed under their skin as they walked away.

With a heavy sigh, Sarah turned back to the stove, only to find Mike staring her down. “What?” she snapped.

“I don’t like it,” Mike said flatly. “That babysitter seems… weird. And I don’t trust people like that with my kids.”

Sarah looked at her husband sharply. “People like what? You don’t even know Marquis, Mike. Give them a chance.”

Mike huffed but relented. “Fine. But if anything goes wrong, they’re out the door. And I’ll make sure they never babysit again.”

Sarah rolled her eyes and headed upstairs to finish getting ready. She slipped on a tight black dress and did her makeup with steady hands. Tonight was supposed to be their night, and nothing was going to ruin it.

As she walked downstairs, Sarah almost tripped over her heels. Mike was nowhere to be seen – he must have already gone to the car. She slipped on her coat, grabbing a bottle of red wine and the house key on the way out the door.

The night air was crisp as Sarah slid into the passenger seat of the car. Mike gave her a quick once-over before starting the engine. “You look nice,” he said grudgingly.

Sarah forced a smile. “Thanks. Shall we get going?”

The drive to the restaurant was uneventful, filled with stilted small talk and awkward pauses. Sarah could feel the tension radiating off of Mike, but she wasn’t in the mood to deal with it. Tonight, she wanted to drink good wine and eat good food, forgetting about everything else for a little while.

As they walked into the restaurant, Sarah was immediately hit with the smell of garlic and the clink of glasses. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Maybe, just maybe, tonight would turn out well after all.

But little did Sarah know, back at home, events were unfolding in a much more salacious manner. The kids, oblivious to everything, were still glued to the TV screen, munching on popcorn.

Marquis, meanwhile, had other ideas. As the night wore on, the babysitter grew more entitled, peak. They started browsing through the kitchen cabinets, stopping to admire a crystal wine decanter. An idea formed in their head.

Creeping up the stairs, Marquis knocked softly on the door of Sarah and Mike’s bedroom. A whimper came from inside, and Marquis grinned to themselves. They knew they had the kids in their grasp.

Slipping inside the room, Marquis took in the scene before them. Sarah was sprawled out on the bed, headphone in hand, listening to a loud techno track. Mike was hunched over the desk, working away at his laptop.

Marquis cleared their throat, causing the two to spin around. “What’s going on?” Mike asked gruffly, standing up.

“I think we need to talk,” Marquis said smoothly, their eyes gleaming with mischief. “About your kids, and their… tendencies.”

Sarah’s eyes widened. “What are you talking about?” she gasped.

Marquis smirked. “Oh, don’t play dumb. I know what the kids are into, and I think it’s only fair that you do too. In fact, I think it’s time for a little… demonstration.”

With that, Marquis produced a packet of pills from behind their back, dumping them on the bed. “I’m sure you know what these are. So why don’t you let me enlighten you.”

Sarah and Mike looked from each other to the pills, then back again. They seemed to be stuck in a trance, unable to move or speak.

Marquis took advantage of their hesitation, pulling Sarah to her feet. “Now, you can’t come to my show tonight without proper preparation,” they purred into her ear, hands roaming down her sides. “You’ll need to take these prescription pills to get you in the mood. And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll do it.”

Sarah felt a shiver run down her spine as Marquis’ words sunk in. She knew she should protest, that this was wrong on every level, but something about the situation – and the pills themselves – was intoxicating.

Before she could change her mind, Sarah grabbed the packet of pills, popping two into her mouth. Marquis smiled wickedly as she swallowed them down.

“Now, let’s get you ready,” the babysitter hissed, pulling Sarah to her bare feet. “We have to get going.”

Mike watched, tongue-tied, as the scene unfolded before him. He wanted to object, but the more he heard, the more his interest began to grow. He had no idea where this would lead, but he wanted to find out.