Our Babysitter, Julia.

Once again any and all feedback is welcome and appreciated. This story is a little longer than my previous efforts, so i hope you like it.


“So what time does she get here?” I asked, my wife then checked her watch and then looked up at the clock. “In about an hour.” she replied. “Why check your watch and then the clock?” I asked her, “Didn’t know that was the time.” she answered.
I continued tapping keys at my laptop while she got dressed. She was a beautiful woman, with short curly black hair and a size 8 figure. Her breasts were natural, which some people didn’t believe because they were so pert. Sitting like two half melons on her chest. She caught me staring and smiled, “Shouldn’t you be finishing your work?” she asked. I smiled and dropped my eyes down to the screen as she pulled out a bra from the dresser.
“So who is this fucking babysitter?” I asked. “Language,” she shot back. “She’s Claires daughter.” she told me. “Claire has a daughter?” my wife then turned and looked at me, “For about twenty years now. You really need to learn the art of conversation, people say things and you listen. Then you say things and they listen.” “I listen to you, if I listened to anybody else there wouldn’t be room in my head for work.” I told her.
I’d been married for seven years, but I’ve been with my wife for nine. We had a son called Jack three years ago, and since then sex had been here and there. We both found one another attractive, like, my wife really was beautiful. She lost all her baby weight at the gym and thanks to doctors had gotten rid of a lot of the stretch marks. But for some reason, we only had sex about once a month, sometimes not even that. I didn’t really become a problem, we were both busy. When I was seventeen I’d won the lottery. Eighteen million will pretty much set you up for life, but once you’ve bought the things you’ve dreamed about the novelty wears off a little. Don’t get me wrong, I still fucking love my boat, but I don’t need to go out on it everyday.
I’d known my wife at the time, she’d always took time to help out with my studies. I’d wanted to be a marine biologist, but bad grades disagreed with that notion. She always tells me winning the lottery gave me confidence. I wasn’t seeing her at the time or anything, but she kinda just stepped back and watched me as my life unfolded. Suddenly I was a chick magnet, suddenly I had friends and family that I seriously didn’t remember having. But Ellie watched, and when the moment came that I realised having millions meant that you would be forever lonely, she stepped in. We began dating not too long after and I was amazed that she paid for 50% of the dates. She never asked me for a penny and I never offered, she helped me mature as a person and I loved her.
I didn’t realise why she never asked for a penny until we were getting married. She asked to talk to me about the pre-nup, it was then that I realised that she was as loaded as I was. Her family owned half of the county I was living in. when they retired the business moved over to Ellie, who was amazing at her job, she could sell a fucking blank floppy disk to Bill Gates.
I guess the rich and lonely attract the rich and lonely. She knew what I’d been through, and knew when to keep personal things quiet. She taught me how to deal with moments of feeling low, ‘give a couple of hundred to a random charity, you’ll feel better believe me.’ she was always right.
As I watched her rifle through her wardrobe, in nothing but a bra, I knew how lucky I was. Fair enough sex wasn’t constant, but having this beautiful woman walk around bare ass in front of me gave me some sort of sense of happiness. She looked over at me and smiled shaking her head, she pulled out a dress and dropped it on the floor. She then turned her back to me and slowly bent over, her ass went into the air and I could see the lips of her vagina pushing together. “God you’re fucking hot.” I said. I got to my feet and moved around the desk, I grabbed her from behind and pulled her ass into my crotch, she stood up pressing her back against me, my hands cupped her perfect breasts as I kissed her neck.
The door-bell rang.
“Awh Jesus fuck.” I cried. She slapped me on the thigh, “Go and answer it.” she told me. “I looked up at the clock, “Where has the hour gone?” I wondered. She smiled, “Most of it spent staring at my ass instead of eating it.”
my face dropped as I left the room and headed down the stairs to the front door. I opened the door and there was the babysitter. She was about a foot and a half shorter than me, long blonde hair and hidden under a jacket and baggy sweat pants. “Hi, I’m Julia. You must be Chris?” her eyes then wondered down me, and I realised I was supporting a rock solid hard on. “Um, yeah, hi.” I replied.
I stepped behind the door, allowing her in while allowing myself a shield to adjust myself. She stepped through the door and un-zipped her jacket, she was wearing a yellow vest top and I could instantly tell that she was blessed with big breasts. It always seemed to me that younger girls in general buy bra a size too small. I could see her black bra straps having trouble keeping in the large water balloons. My wife then started coming down the stairs, and she was wearing a little black dress that I had bought her two months ago.
“Wow missus Derrick, you look amazing.” “Thank you Julia, how are you?” she asked. As I shut the front door It very quickly hit me that Julia and Ellie are closer than just convenient acquaintances. “I’m good thank you, and looking at you It’s no wonder why your husband had an erection.”
I froze, unsure of what just happened. I then heard my wife’s laughter and turned around, “Well,” I began. “I guess a man’s erection is better than a simple ‘you look wonderful’.” Ellie continued smiling, “Men, they try.” “They certainly do.” Julia replied.
Ellie signalled Julia to follow her into the kitchen as I stood like a limp dick at a lesbian party, I heard the conversation continue as they walked through to the kitchen, “Of course, my husbands erection could have been for you. I see that you’re filling in very nicely.” I heard my wife say. “No, I was wearing a jacket, covered and hidden. It was all yours.”
Fucking women. I then heard our son begin to cry upstairs, “Well Jack’ey boy. Looks like it’s up to us to forever be the punch line of all jokes told by women.” I muttered as I climbed the stairs.

We got home at around ten thirty that night, the dinner went well and Ellie did especially well selling new properties to the couple we were having dinner with. Whenever I saw my wife in action it made me think harder about what I was doing at the moment.