DEVILS FILM – My Wife Is Convinced I Cheated On Her With The Babysitter, So I Did It For Real

The Babysitter’s Bane
By Pensworth de Hawthorne

I had been married to Felicity for ten blissful years, but lately, our sex life had become as stale as day-old bread. She was always too tired from work to indulge in even a quick roll in the hay. I got it, I did, but a man has needs. So when our regular babysitter, a gorgeous young thing named Tiffany, came over, my libido went into overdrive.

Tiffany had the kind of body that made men weep – all ripe curves and luscious skin. Her pert breasts strained against her tight tops, and her juicy rear swayed hypnotically as she moved around the house. I found myself fantasizing about her more and more, until Felicity noticed my distracted demeanor.

“-pane>She narrowed her eyes. “You’ve been acting strange lately. Are you fucking the babysitter?”

I sputtered, outraged. “Of course not! What do you take me for?”

But in truth, the idea had crossed my mind more than once. There was no denying the chemistry between Tiffany and me, the way she would lean in close to whisper things, the mischievous gleam in her eye. And the way her hand would brush against mine when she handed me a beer…

Felicity continued her interrogation, and I tried my best to look offended. “I cannot believe you would even suggest such a thing,” I huffed. “I am a loyal husband.”

But Felicity wasn’t convinced. She watched me like a hawk whenever Tiffany was over, her eyes darting between us as if she could read our thoughts. It was maddening. I was tempted to tell her the truth just to shut her up, but I kept my mouth shut.

Finally, one evening when Tiffany was over, Felicity decided to make a trip to the grocery store. She kissed me on the cheek, reminding me pointedly to “behave.”

As soon as she was out the door, Tiffany turned to me with a wicked smile. “Crisis averted,” she purred, sauntering over to me.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “What do you mean?”

She pressed her lithe body against mine, her hands roaming over my chest. “I know you want me,” she breathed. “I can see it in your eyes.”

I tried to protest, but she silenced me with a kiss, her lips soft and insistent against mine. I groaned as she tangled her fingers in my hair, her tongue delving into my mouth.

We moved to the couch, our clothes falling away as our hands and mouths explored each other’s bodies. She tasted like honey and felt like velvet, her moans of pleasure spurring me on. I couldn’t believe this was happening, that my fantasies were coming to life.

We made love with a fervor I hadn’t felt in years, our bodies moving in perfect sync. It was raw and primal, all passion and desperation. I lost myself in her, in the feel of her skin against mine, the sound of her voice crying out my name.

In the aftermath, as we lay tangled together, I felt a pang of guilt. Felicity deserved better than this. But as Tiffany looked up at me with those big, blue eyes, I knew I couldn’t resist her. She was like a drug, and I was hopelessly addicted.

We met up as often as we could, our trysts becoming more daring with each passing day. We did it in the laundry room, in the backseat of my car, even once on the kitchen floor while Felicity was out to lunch with her sister. It was thrilling and terrifying all at the same time.

But eventually, our luck ran out. Felicity came home early from her sister’s and caught us in flagrante delicto. I had never seen such rage on her face before, such pure, unadulterated fury. She threw Tiffany out of the house, screaming obscenities as she went.

Then, it was my turn. Felicity advanced on me, her fist clenched. “You fucking bastard,” she spat. “I knew you were up to something.”

I tried to explain, to apologize, but she wouldn’t listen. She punched me hard in the face, splitting my lip. I tasted blood, but before I could even react, she was kicking me out of the house.

I stumbled to my car, Get dressed, I heard her screaming from the porch. “Don’t come back until you’ve figured out what you want. Tiffany or me. You can’t have both.”

I drove away, my heart heavy with guilt and shame. I hadn’t meant for this to happen, but I knew deep down that I couldn’t give Tiffany up. She had awakened something in me that I hadn’t even known was sleeping.

But Felicity was right. I had to choose. And as I pulled up to Tiffany’s apartment, I knew what my answer was. I knocked on the door, my heart pounding in my chest.

She opened it, her eyes widening as she took in my battered appearance. “What happened?” she asked, concern etched on her face.

I took her hand, kissing it softly. “I want you,” I said simply. “I’ve never wanted anyone more. I’m done hiding. I’m done pretending. I want you, all of you, for as long as you’ll have me.”

She smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips. “Oh, you can count on that,” she purred, pulling me inside.

As she closed the door behind us, I knew I was making the right choice. No matter what happened, no matter the consequences, I was finally being true to myself. And that was worth any cost. Even if it meant losing everything.

But as I lost myself in Tiffany’s arms once more, I knew that I had gained something far more precious. I had gained my freedom, my true self. And that was worth everything in the world.

THE END