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Giving My Husband To The Babysitter (mff)

... froze in my tracks. I don’t know why, but I immediately realized what was going on. Julie was using my dildo. She must have found it in my nightstand. And, she was fantasizing about fucking Jeff. The thought made me immediately wet. I slowly backed my way down the stairs. “Think fast,” I said to myself, “what should I do.” Jeff was going to be coming in the door any moment and I needed time to think. I decided that I needed to make some noise to give Julie a chance to cover her tracks. I went back into the kitchen and pretended to look for some glassware, banging dishes to make plenty of noise. “Julie!” I announced, louder than I would usually do, “We’re home early!” I continued to make some noise in the kitchen as Jeff came in the door. I heard Julie’s footsteps coming down the stairs and thought, “good, she’s heard me.” Julie came into the kitchen showing no signs of her recent covert activities. “How was the evening?” she asked. “Oh, it was OK,” replied Jeff. “There’s just nothing good playing at the theater. So, we decided to call it an early night.” With that, Jeff started up the stairs. “Honey,” he called over his shoulder, “I’ll see you upstairs, OK.” “Oh, I’ll be up in a little while,” I replied. “Don’t be too long,” called Jeff, as he rounded the corner of the stairs, “Good night Julie.” “Good night,” she replied politely. “Can you sit with me for a moment, Julie?” I asked. “I have something I’d like to talk to you about.” “Sure,” she replied. “First, I’d like to ...

... check on the k**s.” With that, I quickly headed upstairs. As I passed our bedroom door, I noticed that Jeff was in the master bath taking a shower. I knew that he was very interested in fucking my lights out and would be shaving and putting on cologne in preparation for pleasing me. The bed, while presenting a relatively neat appearance, still showed the depression where Julie must have been laying. I quietly opened the nightstand drawer and took out my dildo. It was still warm, and the scent of her musk was clearly present. Next, I checked on the k**s. They were all asl**p. As I headed back down the stairs I heard Jeff climbing into bed. “Honey, I’ll be up in a few minutes,” I said to him. “Please keep your engine on idle and I promise you a night to remember.” “Sounds good, but take your time talking with Julie. I can wait.” Back in the kitchen, I beckoned Julie to sit with me in our breakfast nook. I couldn’t believe what I was planning. The only question was whether she would go for it. “Julie, you are the most mature and responsible twenty-year-old I know,” I started. “Why thank you Mrs. Phillips.” “Please call me Kathy, Julie, and don’t thank me quite yet.” “Why, what’s the matter, Kathy?” “I think you know what the matter is. I heard you upstairs.” Her face turned white. “I don’t know what you mean, Kathy. You heard what upstairs?” “I heard you playing with my dildo and moaning my husband’s name.” Now all color drained from her face. “I can explain,” she stammered, a ...