We have a five year old boy, Kurt Jr. We call him Junior for short, since it became traumatizing when Carmen would yell at one of us. It's a bit risky when she is screaming my name in bed. It's also really weird when she calls me Daddy and Junior, Kurt. I'm confused just thinking about it. All we need now is a dog named Carmen.

Anyway, Junior is a wild child with ADHD and an overactive thyroid. This little pot licker would probably find a way to start a war with Canada if left to his own devices. Carmen also started a new job where she could no longer work from home and our closest family is two hours away. Obviously, we need a babysitter and my wife trusts me to find one online.

"I'll see who's out there," I say.

There is something dangerous about a babysitting app that let's you search by age. I choose eighteen and female because why not? I am a guy and I think with my dick. Honestly, I'm just looking to see what pops up- there's no harm in browsing. Well something definitely popped up when I discovered Becky. Yes, I am hiring her and she is coming over Friday to meet us.

"So I found this person and I think it would be a good fit. It says she works with troubled youth. I think Junior needs the extra structure and support," I explain to Carmen, as if being a caring, responsible parent was my sole motivator.

"That's a great idea babe! What's her name?" asks Carmen.

"Becky I think? She is free Friday for a visit. I figure we could grab dinner and let her watch Junior for a couple hours to see how things go?"

"Great idea! I would love to go out, just the two of us."

It is a great idea isn't it? I am such a good father and husband. I only want the best for my little man!

- Friday -

"Kurt? Hi, I'm Becky!" she says, extending her hand for a shake.

"Hi Becky, come on in. It's great to meet you," I return the shake and stand aside.

Carmen and I are in our mid-thirties and have been married for fifteen years. I love her more than anyone. We have been through everything together. We have been poor, injured, unemployed, and due to my job, for a few months we were five-hundred miles apart. She is the single most important thing in my life. However, this new babysitter is hot as fuck.

She is roughly five-foot five-inches tall and has to be less than a hundred pounds. She has medium, brown hair going straight down her back, mere inches from a perky bottom, little A-cup breasts, and smooth, tanned legs. She is wearing short shorts, because it's summer time- I love summer time.

My wife walks in from the back yard.

"Hey babe, this is Becky."

"Hi Becky, I'm Carmen, nice to meet you."

Carmen continues towards the Kitchen to wash her hands. On her way, she glances at me with a playful glare.

"She's quite cute isn't she?" Carmen whispers in passing.

I shrug, "I guess. I hadn't noticed."

Her glare strengthens, "oh yeah?"

I smile innocently before turning to Becky.

"So Becky, you ok with a first sit for about two hours? If it all works out, we would like to make it a weekly thing. Does that sound good?"

"Yeah, that sounds great!" she says with a wide grin.

"He already had dinner and his meds, so he should be good. If he wants a snack, he loves blueberries," I explain.

"Got it!" she says.

Carmen grabs her purse and sunglasses. I grab my keys and we walk towards the door.

"You got my number if you need anything, right?" I ask.

"Yep! I'll text you updates too if anything happens!" says Becky.

"Bye! Nice to meet you!" Carmen waves.

We head outside, locking the door behind us. The sun is still brightly shining, cooking the city and is already forcing a bead of sweat to run down my face. Seattle has the worst summers if you hate humidity, like me. I'm a big dude and a bit insulated, so anything over seventy is too hot to me- it's ninety degrees right now. Carmen loves it.

"She seems nice," says Carmen.

"Yeah, she is very outgoing."

"She has a nice body too," jokes Carmen.

"I dunno, I guess."

- Dinner -

Our date nights are always very relaxing. We have an agreement that we are never allowed to talk about work or politics and no phones, unless it's important. It has been our rule since Junior was born and has made for much more enjoyable nights.

Tonight I am feeling guilty, as I watch her across the table, smiling and glowing. I feel guilty for choosing someone so young without considering others. Did I really choose her for me instead of what was best for our child? I did, but perhaps luck is on my side because she does seem to be good for Junior.

We really do have an amazing marriage full of trust, communication, romance, and fun. We openly check out other people and joke about it. It's no secret when we look or flirt with others. We know it's natural and that we would never act on it, unless it's a threesome and everyone is fully onboard. Carmen knows Becky is hot and she knows that I know it.

Carmen is beautiful, especially tonight. She has on a black mini dress and heels. Her hair is jet black, done into a pony tail. The dress hugs her sexy curves and D-cups. She is stunning, despite dripping red sauce down her chin as she takes a bite of lasagna.

"I wonder how Junior is doing," she says.

"I haven't gotten a text, so I assume all is well," I say, looking at my phone. I start typing a text to Becky. "I'll check in just to be sure."

Becky responds immediately.

"Everything is great. We are doing a puzzle," I say, reading the text to Carmen.

"Aw, that's sweet," she says.

"Yeah, that is a relief."

- Car -

After dinner we drive to a small neighborhood park that overlooks the water. We often come here for deep conversations on date nights. In the winter, when it gets dark early, we watch the beautiful lights from the harbor and cruise ships. It's hypnotic and peaceful. Today, it's hot, but luckily our AC blows nice and cold.

"Thanks for coming out with me tonight hun, I am excited to do more nights like this," I say, holding Carmen's hand.

"Of course babe, we deserve it; we work so hard- well, I do at least," she teases, squeezing my hand.

"Oh yeah, it's hard work making copies while old white men stare at your ass," I joke.

"Hey, that's not true! There's young men and women there that also stare at my ass."

"But you like it, don't you?"

"Maybe."

"You like teasing the young interns huh?"

Carmen nods.

"And the old men?"

She nods again.

"I bet they fantasize about you too. I bet their dicks get hard whenever you're in the room," I say, smiling at Carmen.

"Stop fucking with me!" Carmen laughs, pulling her hand away. We both laugh.

"I love you babe, this has been a fun night," I say.

"I love you too babe," she replies, moving in for a kiss, which I eagerly return.

Carmen looks around the car, checking the windows.

"Hey, can I suck your cock?" she asks with a very serious look.

"Huh?"

"Come on, let me suck your dick," she demands, reaching over to my belt, ready to help.

"Yeah, that sounds good," I say quickly.

I lean my seat back as she undoes my belt and button. She unzips me and eagerly pulls out my flaccid member. Without saying a word, she takes me into her mouth.

"Oh, hey- uh yeah," I stutter.

She caresses my balls with one hand, sucking hard on my growing dick. The eager slurping sounds makes my heart beat faster.

"Mmmm," Carmen moans as my cock throbs, growing inside of her mouth.

I gently touch the back of her head, guiding her deeper as I grow bigger. She sucks faster, bobbing down the full length of my shaft. She briefly comes up for air, swallowing her spit before immediately going back to work.

"Oh fuck hun, that's good," I whisper.

Her hand rests on my chest while the other one strokes me. Her touch gives me goosebumps and my cock pulsates with each dive of her head, attempting to take my entire length. I thrust uncontrollably. This continues for five more heavenly minutes.

"I'm close," I whisper.

She slows down, going deeper with long, intentional strokes. I close my eyes, laying my head back against the seat, allowing the sudden and unexpected images of my babysitter to fill my vivid imagination.

"Cumming," I say as I immediately explode inside of her mouth. She stops but doesn't pull away, allowing me to evacuate into her throat. She swallows- what a good girl.

- Home -

"Hellooo," Carmen announced as she opens the door.

"Hey guys! How was dinner?" Becky asks.

"Hey, it was great. How was he?" I ask.

"Awesome, we had so much fun with puzzles and he showed me the bear book, so we read that together."

"Oh yes, the bear book. That is wonderful, thank you so much for watching him," says Carmen.

"I'll walk you out," I say as Becky gathers her things.

Outside we talk for a short time about Junior and implicitly agree that Becky will be returning regularly.

"So we agreed on forty bucks for two hours?" I ask.

"Yes sir!"

"Venmo ok?" I ask.

"Oh yes, that's perfect," Becky says, pulling out her phone.

"Here's a little extra," I say as I send her the money.

"Are you sure? Thank you so much!" Becky grins.

What a beautiful smile. She is so positive and full of energy, which is not a common thing after entertaining Junior for over 2 hours. I happen to notice her last name on Venmo- Wykhoff. Noted.

"No, thank you. You were such a big help. So would you like to come back next Friday? Same time?" I ask.

"Absolutely Kurt," she says. Becky catches my eyes wandering down her body.

"Awesome. I look forward to seeing you again Becky," I say.

"Bye bye!" she says, bouncing off towards her car. Before opening her door she looks at me one last time and gives a wink.

"Uh oh." I whisper to myself. "Bye!" I wave, before heading back inside.

"Hey, did you pay her? And is she coming back?" she asks.

"Yeah, she is pretty excited to keep coming."

"Wonderful!" Carmen smiles. "How much was it?"

"She charges twenty an hour, but I gave her sixty. Its worth it. Then I gave her an extra hundred to let me suck her tits," I say, keeping a stone cold expression.

"Oh, that's a really good deal. Both tits?"

"Yeah."

"Nice," she says.