A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06

... they were in the pool, and so I made the calls to check references.

I spoke to the last two families Betsy worked for, and they were both thrilled with her. It was a relief that I may have found a good babysitter already, but my anxiety from the encounter with Mark overshadowed everything. My anxiety level took a huge leap when the phone rang--it was Wayne! I took a deep breath and put on my happy voice.

"Hi honey, how are you?" I asked, too cheerily.

"I'm great. I miss you. How are Caleb and Ashley?"

"They're swimming and about ready to get dressed and go to CiCi's. Do you want me to get them?" I asked, hoping he would.

"I hate to interrupt them if they're swimming--with your mom, I assume?"

"Yes, she's been great. Thanks for making the suggestion to bring her out."

"Did you get some down time today?"

My mind flashed the thought of Mark going down on me, but I brought it back quickly. "Some, but I did a lot of interviewing babysitters and think Betsy Ramirez may work out. She really sounds like she's got it together, and her references all loved her. Do you want me to set up some time for you to interview her?"

"I trust you, Amy. If she passes your scrutiny, I'm sure she's good. That will be a relief. Everything going okay at work?"

"Yeah, Tony's still an ass, but that's not gonna change. I have tomorrow off again, so I'm good."

The thought of Mark being back tomorrow brought another wave of guilt. Then it occurred to me, I'd better ...

... acknowledge he was here, or it would look bad when Wayne found out he was here, and I didn't say anything.

"I hope things get better with him. I'm so sorry you have to deal with that."

"It'll be okay, I'm getting used to it. By the way, your lawn guy came by today. A little heads up would have been nice."

"What?" he sounded confused.

"Your lawn guy, you met at the park? What's his name... Mark?" I replied, pretending I couldn't even remember his name. I wondered how Wayne could have forgotten. Then I said to myself, 'of course Wayne didn't suck his cock and get bent over and fucked by him.'

The memory of his cock inside me, sent a rush through me, but was quickly smothered by the wave of guilt. Oddly, in that moment I finally felt a sense of self control.

"Oh Mark. He showed up, today?"

"Yes, he did. Did he have the wrong day? He seemed a little confused that I wasn't expecting him."

Wayne seemed a little off, but I didn't think too much about it since I was completely off by all of this. "Yeah, it was supposed to be next Monday when I'm home. So is he coming back next week?"

"No, he'll be done tomorrow..."

"So he did work today?

"Yeah, he worked like a dog, and got more than half the bushes out." 'Cock-slut' Amy popped into my head with the thought, 'he fucked like a dog and cleaned my bush out.' "I paid him the four hundred you promised, but we need to pay him another four hundred tomorrow. That is hard work, and it is hot as hell this week.

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