I caught my babysitter with a dildo – She turned me on so much that I fucked her while my wife was out

I came home early from work that day, eager to surprise my wife who was out shopping with her friends. Little did I know, I was the one in for a surprise of a lifetime.

As I crept up the stairs, I heard the unmistakable buzz of a vibrator coming from our bedroom. A sense of shock and confusion washed over me. What was going on? Carefully approaching the half-opened door, I peeked inside and what I saw made my jaw drop.

There in our bed was Jenna, our college age babysitter, completely naked. She had her legs spread wide, and wedged between them was a massive pink vibrator. To her surprise, I hadn’t noticed the voyeur camera hidden in the crack behind a mirror, recording every naughty second.

“Oh my god!” Jenna shrieked, frantically attempting to cover herself. “Mr. Johnson, what are you doing here? Where’s your wife?”

But I barely heard her words, too fixated on her tight little body. Her pert 24DD breasts jiggled with each panicked movement, and the vibrator still hummed between her dripping wet slit. A strong aroma of sex filled the room. It was immediately clear she’d been pleasuring herself on our bed for quite some time.

“I could ask you the same thing, Jenna,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “What are you doing in our room, playing with that thing?”

“I-I’m sorry!” she stammered, face burning crimson. “I thought you and Mrs. Johnson would be gone all day. I was just, um, you know… relieving some tension.” She glared briefly at the vibrator before setting it aside awkwardly.

I wanted to be angry, I truly did. But seeing this gorgeous young coed so flustered and vulnerable, in a state of sexual frustration, was incredibly arousing. Without realizing it, I stepped into the room, my eyes drinking in every inch of her nubile flesh as she squirmed under the bedsheets.

“Please don’t tell my wife,” Jenna begged, batting her long lashes. “I promise it’ll never happen again. I swear.”

“That depends,” I heard myself say. This wasn’t like me at all, but my mind was fogged with lust. “You see, I’m extremely upset. I think you owe me something for this little incident…”

“I… I don’t understand,” Jenna said slowly, but there was a glimmer of understanding in her eyes.

“I think you do,” I growled, undoing my belt. My hardness strained against my pants as I approached the bed. “Apologize properly and maybe we can forget this ever happened.”

Jenna swallowed hard, her emerald eyes wide. “I’m s-sorry, Mr. Johnson. I’m so sorry…” She bit her plump lower lip. “Please, I’ll do anything. Anything you want.”

I groaned, freeing my throbbing shaft. It sprang up, tip glistening. “That’s more like it. Now spread your legs and apologize again like you mean it.”

Jenna hesitated only a moment before obeying. She lay back on the bed, long auburn hair splayed against the pillow, and slowly opened her thighs. My cock pulsed at the sight of her wet, glistening pussy.

“I’m… I’m really, really sorry,” Jenna breathed, a flush spreading down her neck to her chest. “Please forgive me, sir.”

Heart pounding, I crawled onto the bed, settling between her creamy thighs. She quivered as I rubbed the head of my cock teasingly along her slippery slit.

“Take all of it, Jenna,” I hissed, and with one thrust, I buried myself to the hilt inside her tight heat.”

“Ahhnn!” Jenna cried out, back arching off the bed. Her tight walls squeezed me like a vice.

I remained still for a moment, savoring the feeling of her virgin pussy gripping me so firmly. Then I began to move. I started out slow, then gradually picked up the pace, our naked bodies smacking together lewdly as I fucked her hard and deep.

“Oh god, Mr. Johnson!” Jenna moaned, nails digging into my shoulders. “I’ve never… I mean, you’re so big…”

Her dripping honey coated my pistoning cock. I grit my teeth, trying to maintain control. The sensation was incredible – like plunging into molten silk over and over. I could tell she was close, her delicate moans rising in pitch.

“Come on my cock, Jenna,” I panted. “Show me how sorry you are.”

With a keening cry, Jenna’s body stiffened and her mouth fell open in a silent scream. Her pussy clamped down on me rhythmically as she convulsed in climax, coating my driving cock in her sweet nectar. The sensation pushed me over the edge.

Gripping her hips, I slammed into her one final time, burying myself as deep as I could go. My balls tightened and I let out a guttural moan, pleasure radiating through me as I shot thick ropes of cum deep inside her spasming cunt.

We stayed connected like that for a long moment, panting and shuddering as we came down from our intense high. Finally, I slipped out of her with a wet sound. Jenna’s eyes were glazed and her face was flushed.

“That was… amazing,” she said breathlessly.

I had to agree. I’d always thought our babysitter was cute, but I had no idea she’d be so tight and responsive. Nor had I ever expected to give her a thorough fucking on my own marital bed, filling her young womb with my seed.

Jenna sat up slowly, then reached for her clothes, a look of slight unease crossing her face. “I really am sorry, Mr. Johnson. I promise this won’t happen again.”

As I watched this beautiful young woman get dressed, I realized I wanted it to happen again. Many times. Jenna would be my delicious little secret – my arrangements to get the house to myself when my wife went out would continue. Babysitter appointments would extend well into the night. Jenna would be my personal playground, my eager little cocksleeve to use as I pleased.

With a knowing smirk, I fastened my pants and left a thoroughly satisfied Jenna alone in the bedroom. My wife would be home soon, none the wiser. But I now had a wonderful memory to replay, and plans for naughty future encounters with Jenna to look forward to.