Babysitter makes Husband Cheat on his WIFE and is Rough Fucked

The Babysitter Who Wrecked a Marriage: A Taboo Tale
By Eve Ebony

They say curiosity killed the cat, but in this case, it was the husband’s wandering eyes that sealed his fate. One fateful evening, as his beloved wife Sarah was out for her monthly book club meet-up, John found himself alone with their new babysitter applicent, Breanna, a voluptuous vixen with curves that could make a saint sin.

Breanna sauntered into their living room, her ample assets barely contained by her tight tank top and low-cut shorts. John, already shaken by her presence, was suddenly catapulted into a world of lust and temptation when she plopped herself onto his lap, straddling him with her dangerously full derriere.

“Oops,” Breanna giggled, noting the astonishment on John’s face. “I’m just trying to get comfortable, Mr. John. I want to make sure you feel at ease too, being alone with me and all.”

John gulped audibly, his throat bobbing up and down. He could feel his trousers tightening at the warmth of Breanna’s body nestled against his growing arousal. “I-i-i’m fine,” he stammered, unconvincingly.

Breanna smirked, running a manicured finger down John’s chest, stopping just above his belt buckle. “Mmm-hmm, I can tell,” she purred, grinding her plump bottom against his stiffening member.

John’s resolve was waning fast. The scent of Breanna’s perfume, the soft pressure of her breasts against his chest, and the notion of indulging in something forbidden melted away his rationale. In a fit of raw desire, John grabbed Breanna by the waist and flipped her onto the couch.

“Aren’t you a naughty boy,” Breanna whispered, her eyes shining with a wicked gleam. She reached for John’s belt, unfastening it and tugging his pants down to his ankles. John watched, mesmerized, as Breanna freed his throbbing manhood from his boxers, stroking it with a feather-light touch.

“Such a beautiful cock,” she marveled, wrapping her full lips around his shaft and plunging him into the wet heat of her mouth. John moaned loudly, tangling his fingers in Breanna’s hair, guiding her movements as she suckled and slurped his dick like an overripe banana.

Breanna’s expertise was top-tier. The hum of her throat, the swirl of her tongue, and the popping of her lips were driving John wild with carnal lust. He pulled away from her, shoving her onto her back, and pounced on her lush curves like an animal in heat.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you?” Breanna purred, hiking up her tank top to reveal her bulging cleavage, straining against her bra. “Fuck me so hard, I won’t walk straight for a week?”

John dominated her, tearing off her meager clothing, exposing her soft, round breasts and glistening, swollen pussy. He entered her roughly, grunting with satisfaction as her tight walls clenched around him. Breanna dug her nails into his back, screaming in ecstasy, urging him to fuck her harder, deeper, faster.

The obscene squelching of Breanna’s juices mixed with John’s frantic thrusting reverberated through the open-concept home. John plowed into Breanna, grunting and growling like a man possessed by the demon of lust. Breanna took his rough handling like a champ, her huge tits bouncing wildly as she orgasmed again and again on his driving cock.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” John roared, his eyes rolling back in his head. Breanna shoved him onto his back, straddling him in reverse cowgirl fashion.

“Yes, baby, give me that cum!” she demanded, sliding his dick between her giant tits for a few strokes before greedily wrapping her lips around him again. John exploded in Breanna’s mouth with a guttural moan, sending thick ropes of cum down her throat.

Breanna swallowed hungrily, smacking her lips with a satisfied smile. She sauntered away from John, back to her scattered clothes, a fresh soreness between her legs and the guilty pleasure of ruining a devoted husband’s marriage. John laid there, naked and spent, a mixture of shock, shame, and overwhelming satisfaction washing over him.

Sarah would return soon, and John would be forced to look her in the eyes, knowing he had betrayed her. But one thing was certain – his life would never be the same, all because of that babysitter.

As Breanna finished redressing, John called out to her, desperate for more. “When can you babysit again?” he asked, his voice dripping with renewed desire.

Breanna laughed sternly. “Anytime you’re ready for me to fuck your world up again, sugar,” she replied with a wink, blowing him a kiss goodbye before sashaying out of the house, leaving her scent and the memory of sinful pleasure lingering in the air.

John knew his life would never be the same. He had stepped into the realm of forbidden fruit and would be forever tempted by its sweetness. But, for now, he just had to wait until the next time his wife was out of town and Breanna would be back, ready to rock his world all over again.