My Secret Sugar Baby Harem

Fucking bitch, I wonder why I even bother with the woman.

I needed water. Or food. Or just five fucking minutes away from that woman.

I headed downstairs and froze at the bottom step.

Rose was on the couch watching TV, curled up like she owned the place. She was wearing one of my old white dress shirts, I definitely didn't give her that so I wasn't sure how the blonde had gotten it, but I could see how that would infuriate Diane and make her think I was cheating on her.

I considered myself a little more than average in size, but the way my shirt swallowed her small frame made me feel like some buffed up gym bro, this girl did wonders for one's ego without even realizing it. Her long blonde hair was messy, falling over one shoulder, and her smooth legs were tucked under her as she focused on the movie with bright eyes. I wasn't sure if I preferred this version or the version that I met after she had caught me earlier. But this version of her looked like trouble to any marriage, loving or not.

My eyes dropped instinctively. I couldn't tell if she had anything underneath, somehow that fact made it even hotter.

She noticed me when I reached the bottom of the stairs. Her blue eyes widened for a second, then softened when she saw my face.

"Good evening Sir... what's wrong, you look off." she asked, sitting up straighter. The movement made the shirt pull tight across her full boobs. Her nipples were faintly visible through the fabric.

Fuck, this girl is trouble.

I rubbed the back of my neck. "Nothing. Just... rough night I guess."

"Is it because of the video I took earlier?" She bit her lips, looking surprisingly guilty and remorseful. "I'm sorry about that. I was just being stupid and went too far trying to tease you. I never actually planned to show it to anyone. I just... I wanted an excuse to get closer to you."

"It's not that," I sighed and walked into the living room. "Well not just that, by the way is there any food in the kitchen?"

"Oh, no it finished, Ruby was extra hungry before she went to bed, but I can prepare something if you want!" She stood up excited. "How does Pasta sound?"

Of course, she knew my favorite food. I didn't even want to ask how she found that out

My stomach growled before I could answer. "Yeah... that would be great."

We moved to the kitchen. I leaned on the counter and watched the pretty blonde genuinely be happy cooking up food for me to eat this late, one would have thought she was the wife and that woman in my bedroom was the stranger.

"(Sigh) Why can't my wife be more like you?" the words slipped out before I could stop them, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"It's okay, sir. I'll take that as a compliment." She was looking at me with a worrying bright smile. "You deserve a woman who appreciates you. Who wants to take care of you." She glanced upstairs for a second, then added quietly, "If she can't see how lucky she is, then she's the one missing out."

She went to the sink and bent to wash her hands. The shirt lifted a little, giving me a naughty glimpse of the teen's tiny pink lace panties that disappeared between her plump, round ass cheeks. My cock instantly began thickening against my thigh.

"Oh, I forgot to ask, I hope you don't mind that I borrowed your shirt, Sir?"

This little brat. Well then two can play this game.

"Oh, didn't even notice, thought it was one of your boyfriends" I replied nonchalantly.

"Hehe" she giggled, "you're so silly sir, you know I don't have any boyfriends" She stretched her hands to pick up a pot, revealing even more of her perfect plump little ass.

Fuck. Don't look Charles. You can't keep being manipulated by a damn teenager!

But I had to peek, and once I started, I couldn't stop.

Rose, got to hand it to her, was a brilliant seductress for her age, she pretended not to know what she was doing or the reactions she was causing. She simply did small innocent looking things like stretching to get an ingredient, bending over to get another from the lower drawer. Then again near the fridge. Each time she made sure I got a long, clear view of her ass.

She was playing with me, and I was dancing happily on her delicate palms.

Suddenly she turned to me with a bright smile. "You don't have to stand and keep me company here Mr. Charles. You can have your seat in the living room while I serve you for the night."

'Serve you'. The way she said it sounded innocent. I knew for a fact it wasn't.

I went to have my seat, we continued having small talk in the meantime, until she brought the plate over with a cup of juice, but when I reached for it, she playfully jerked it away.

"Nuh-uh," she grinned. "It's my food. So I decide how you eat it, Sir."

I couldn't help but chuckle despite everything. It felt good to smile after Diane's bullshit. "Alright, Chef Rose. How may I enjoy your meal?"

She answered me by swinging one leg over me and straddled my lap, settling her weight right on top of me.

I immediately regretted playing her game, this girl was dangerous, I had to remember that!

Maybe she didn't consider the physics of her maneuver, but she lost her balance which resulted in me gripping her waste to balance her. Miraculously she somehow didn't spill anything.

"Well that was embarrassing," She at least had the decency to blush, "Thankfully you're a big, strong man aren't you?"

I couldn't focus on the words she was saying, her shirt had rode all the way up now, I could feel her body heat, her panties, her soft skin against mine, the heat of her pussy through her thin panties against my lap.

"Rose...." I started, my hands still gripping her waist.

"Shhh. You don't want me to fall and spill the food, do you? So just hold me tight Mr. Charles" she whispered sweetly, loading a fork and bringing it to my lips.

I stared at her. My heart was hammering. "I'm married Rose, we can't so this. My wife is literally upstairs right now and could come down at any moment."

Rose put the food down beside us and leaned in closer; I could feel her boobs press into my chest, I could smell her girly shampoo that was awfully similar to the one I got for my daughter. She whispered into my ears like a little demon from hell. "That means she can't see us. No one has to know what is happening right now."

She settled back down and carried the food, the fork once again hovered in front of my face, she added in the most innocent tone, "Besides... it's not like we are doing anything wrong. I'm only feeding you a meal I cooked. Don't you think I deserve this after cooking for you sir?"

Something was flawed in her logic, but I just couldn't put my finger on it at the moment.

"Are you really worried about a woman who can't even cook for you?"

Dammit, she made good points, why did I have to constantly worry about what that woman thought? for all I knew she could be cheating on me!

"Just for tonight, sir"Her voice was back to a whisper again "let me take care of you the way you're meant to be taken care of."

You know what, how bad could this really get? She was just feeding me after all. I was the adult here, I was the one in control of this situation.

"Open up for the airplane." She playfully sang.

"Ahhh." And my forty-five year old ass played along.

For the next several minutes she rocked gently on my lap while feeding me slow bites. My cock was now fully hard between us, throbbing against the heat of her pussy. Every small shift of her hips made her panties rub along my shaft. I could feel her getting wetter, eventually she was soaking herself through her panties wetting my thighs.

This isn't cheating, I told myself. I'm not inside her. I'm just sitting here. I'm the adult. I'm in control.

But deep down I knew I lost control of the situation the moment I had seen her in my shirt and said nothing about it. My daughter's nineteen-year-old best friend was the one in control and I a 45-year-old married man was helpless to teenage pussy.

When the plate was finally empty, I breathed a sigh of relief, "That was delicious as usual, Rose. Thank you."

She blushed, which was refreshing to see since she was the one usually trying to force out that reaction from me.

"I'm glad you liked it sir" She moved to stand up, but "accidentally" lost her balance. I instinctively grabbed her waist once again to steady her.

This time the little minx landed directly on my cock. The head of my dick nestled perfectly between her pussy lips through the thin layers of fabric. She moaned softly.

Before I could end this before it got to far, she started grinding on me slowly.

"Mmmh sir..." I didn't know when this little minx had dropped the empty glass and plate beside us, but somehow, she did and now her hands were on my neck using them as leverage as she grinded against me.

We weren't pretending anymore, her soaked panties slid up and down my throbbing shaft through my boxers as she pressed her sex against mine. Her breathing grew heavier. Mine too.

"Rose..." I cursed, my hands still gripping her waist tight as I forced her petite youthful body against mine. "What the fuck are you doing to me."

She didn't smile this time. Her face was flushed, eyes filled with so much lust it scared me. "I'm. oohhh making you... fuckk right there.. realize how much you need this, sir," she whispered in between moans, grinding harder. "You don't have to worry about anything Sir. Just use me for your pleasure, don't hold yourself back anymore, forget that witch."

I groaned and forced her hips to move faster, at a point she was bouncing on me, her left hand on her mouth muffling her moans. The sweet scent of her soaked panties sent me into a haze of lust. I could feel every fold of her pussy through the fabric. She was so warm. So fucking wet.

This was so wrong. So fucking reckless. Diane was upstairs and my daughter could walk in at any second and see her friend humping her dad.

All this logic had no effect on my dick though, and the little guy was in control of the whole situation now.

Rose leaned forward, pressing her tits against my chest as she simultaneously bounced and grinded on me harder. Her moans were now soft desperate whimpers. "Mr. Charles... Ohh I'm so close, are you close sir? Are you close to cumming on your little girl's best friend?"

Her grinding became frantic, my hands finally gripped her soft ass which almost made me cum right there but my pride as the older one held me back from cumming first. Rose on the other hand had no such qualms, she was using my cock like a toy, rubbing her soaking pussy up and down my entire length. I gripped and massaged her ass before rubbing her pussy through her panties from the back.

Suddenly she froze, and she released a loud moan."Ohhhhh fuckkk.."

She buried her face in my neck; her body vibrated against mine. I felt a fresh rush of her fluids soak through the fabric onto me.

The feeling of her cumming on top of me pushed me over the edge.

"Fuck..." I growled, my hips slamming up and into her involuntarily. My cock erupted hard, thick ropes of cum shooting into my boxers. Pulse after pulse. I came so much it leaked out the sides, making an even bigger mess between us.

We stayed like that for a moment, both of us breathing heavily. Her body was soft and warm against mine. My hands were still on her ass unconsciously playing with it as I came to the realization of what I had just done.

Rose finally lifted her head. Her eyes were glassy and her cheeks flushed.

"See?" she whispered, gently kissing my jaw. "That wasn't cheating. I was just... taking care of you."

I didn't answer, i couldn't. My mind was spinning with guilt, lust, and the terrifying realization that I was not going to be able to stop now that I had started.