Life wasn't great these days, a dead-end job, a crumbling marriage heading for divorce, and no cash to move out. I was destined to be forever stuck in the tiny spare room with no air conditioning, only really staying there for the sake of the kids but my own mental health going down the toilet.

Being the wrong side of forty, and not exactly much to look forward to was no fun.

That was until Maria came into my life.

It was Saturday night, it had been a scorching day and I had been working overtime operating a JCB with shitty air-con digging a drainage ditch for a local landowner.

I came home, drenched in sweat, and jumped in the shower to get ready for a night out with a few buddies at a local bar.

As usual, there was no hot water, but that didn't bother me at all on this day, as the cool water helped to revitalize my tired muscles and lower my body temperature.

I dried myself, got dressed, and headed downstairs.

My wife was also getting ready to go out with her friends separately and was already halfway through a pre-drinks bottle of wine.

We made small talk, at least we were still civil with each other.

"What time is the babysitter coming round?" I asked.

"About 7:30, she's new but I've told you that you'll give her a ride home. I won't be able to as me and the girls are having cocktails tonight."

"OK. That's fine, I'm the designated driver for the boys tonight," I replied.

With that, I headed off, picked up my buddies, and then went to the bar.

I did have a couple of small light beers at the start of the night, but it was about 11.30 when I arrived home, almost at the same moment as my wife was staggering out of the taxi which then disappeared into the darkness, I watched as the tail lights faded away, then disappeared around a corner as my wife attempted to unlock the front door in her inebriated state.

I sighed and shook my head in exasperation, this wasn't a new thing.

Julie would regularly get pissed on cocktails on a Friday or Saturday night, sometimes both, then spend most of the weekend in bed whilst I had to manage our 3 hyperactive boys on my own.

I followed her into the house, and then I laid eyes on our new babysitter for the first time.

My mouth dropped open a little as I saw her. She was 18 or 19 years of age, called Maria, a Latino girl, with black hair and a body a man would crawl over molten lava for.

An hourglass figure, squeezed into a white vest top just about holding her breasts in place, a short sky blue skirt that left little to the imagination, and an alluring glimpse of her toned midriff in between. I eyed her hips and thighs, already thinking about being in between but dismissing the idea almost immediately because she was so far out of my league.

She smiled at me as my wife headed for the kitchen to get water, her brown eyes glinting in the light of the hallway.

"Your money is on the table, Maria," Julie slurred from the kitchen, lurching towards the sink to get a glass of water, almost falling over.

"Thank you, Mrs. Bennett," she replied.

"I guess I should get you home then," I said to Maria.

"Thank you, Maria, see you again next Saturday?" came my wife's voice from the kitchen, sounding like she was about to throw up.

"Sure thing, Mrs. Bennett," said Maria, looking at me, then we both headed out the front door.

"Back in a bit," I said to my wife, though I doubt it registered with her or that she even cared.

I shut the front door behind me and then opened the car door for Maria.

"Such a gentleman," she said, making eye contact and smiling, then touched my arm, and then climbing in.

The hairs on my arms stood on end.

When was the last time a woman had touched me? 6 months maybe? Probably when my wife and I were not as estranged as we are now.

I shook my head slightly, then got in the car and started the engine.

"Thanks again for looking after the boys tonight," I said, reversing off the drive.

"No problem, they sure have a lot of energy but they seem good kids," she replied diplomatically.

"Now, where is it you live?" I asked.

"Oh, not too far, out near Meadow Bank, near the mall, I'll tell you when to turn," she replied.

We drove on for a little while chatting, I asked her about school and she told me she was hoping to be a nurse, and then I asked whether she had a boyfriend when we stopped at a red light.

"I'm not really into boys," she said.

"Well, it's the modern world these days," I reasoned, assuming she was referring to being gay or something.

But then she turned towards me in her seat and whispered, "I prefer men," and put her hand on my thigh.

"What are you doing, Maria?" I asked her.

"I saw the way you were looking at me when you got home. I could tell you were undressing me in your mind. I sensed the hunger in you."

"I, I, I," I stammered.

"I'm eighteen, I like older men, and I'm horny as fuck," she said bluntly, unbuckling her seat belt and reaching over to unzip my trousers.

"Fuck," I said as she pulled my hardening cock out and started to jerk it off slowly.

"Listen, take a left, then a right, there's a small parking lot, nice and private," she ordered.

I followed her instructions and parked up, there were no other cars around.

She slid across the bench seat of my old car right up against me, her hand still holding my cock.

"You look like you need someone to take care of you," she whispered.

"Do I? I guess so," I agreed. I wasn't sure where this was going, but I was intrigued.

"I'm going to look after you real good. I promise. You deserve it," then her head went down, and I felt her mouth envelope my cock.

"Oh God!" I shouted, before a long moan escaped from my mouth, as the months of pent-up frustration started to flood out as Maria sucked my cock.

Her tight young mouth and tongue were all over my cock and it felt amazing, wet, warm, and her tongue seemed to be everywhere.

My hands reached out, lifting her skirt up, exposing her fine ass, I caressed and then squeezed her ass cheeks.

"They are all yours for tonight, Mr. Bennett," said Maria, taking my cock out of her mouth.

Maria continued to suck on my cock, I checked the parking lot for anybody, but the place seemed to be deserted at this time of night, and I started to relax and enjoy myself as my cock hit the back of Maria's throat and I listened to the loud sucking noises.

She took my cock out of her mouth and lifted her top over her head, exposing her breasts, and started to climb on top of me.

"I need your cock inside me," she whispered as she straddled me.

I held my glistening cock upright, and she rubbed the wet tip on her clit, before she gently lowered herself onto it.

"Ohh God that's big," she said with a sigh, as my cock glided into her tight, wet pussy.

Her breasts were now right in my face, and I kissed and sucked her nipples as she started to slide up and down on my cock.

"I can't remember the last time I did something like this," I said to her, "My wife was never into this kind of thing..."

"Well, it's a good job I am," said Maria as she held on to the back of the seat and raised herself up and down on my cock with long slow strokes, enjoying every moment.

We kissed and I noticed a strawberry taste of her lip gloss as Maria continued to slide up and down on me.

Suddenly, she climbed off me, turned round facing away from me, and sat back down on my cock, resting her hands on the steering wheel, using it to help her move up and down on my cock.

I squeezed her ass cheeks and then reached around and cupped her large breasts, squeezing them, before moving my right hand down to her clit.

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Bennett, that's nice," she said before starting to bounce up and down faster.

"Maria, I'm nearly there," I warned her, my voice rising an octave as she bounced on me.

"Oh fuck, me too, I'm not stopping, just cum inside me," she said, in between pants.

I couldn't hold back any longer, and my cocked started to quiver and I shot my load up inside her, at the same time Maria fell forward over the steering wheel as her pussy started to contract around my cock as she reached her climax.

"Oh God, Mr. Bennett," said Maria as she sat back, tilted her head to the side, and pulled my head towards her so we could make out.

She ground herself on my still rock-hard cock, and I started to feel my cum leaking out of her pussy.

"You better take me home now," she said, sliding herself up off my cock and along the bench seat, leaving a trail of my cum across the cover.

I drove her home, and as she was getting out of the car, she gave me a sultry look and said, "Would you like me to look after next Saturday then?"

"Fuck yes," I replied with a grin.

I watched her disappear into the house and then drove home.

As I crept across the landing to the spare room, I heard a drowsy voice say, "I know you've just fucked her, but I don't give a shit."

"Fuck off," I mouthed quietly, then opened the door and got into bed. Maybe life was great after all.