My Seductress Sitter

Chapter Eight

Seth

Two Weeks Later

Sydney and I have been seeing each other as often as humanly possible. Whenever I have a chance I sneak out of the house to spend time with her.

Now that I've had her, I can't get enough. She's everything I've ever wanted and more. She's exactly what I need.

Of course, there's the glaring issue of my marriage. I have to get out of it. Being with Sydney has opened my eyes to just how bad everything has been.

Even though I don't doubt that Barb loves me and Danny, she would rather spend every free moment of her life at work. It's been a problem for a long time and Sydney is the only reason I even realized most of those issues. Our relationship has been on the rocks for quite some time and it took an affair with my hot babysitter to open my eyes to it.

I do feel guilty. Every time I'm with Sydney I'm reminded of my marital vows and the family Barb and I created that is going to be destroyed. But I don't know if I'm willing to stay with her just for Danny. There are plenty of children who come from families of divorce and turn out just fine.

In the meantime, while I try to figure out ways to navigate this sticky situation, it's business as usual. Barb is back in town after her Vegas trip and she works from 7:00 a.m. to approximately 8:00 p.m. nearly every day. She stays at the office so much she always has a change of clothes with her in case she's going to be pulling an all-nighter.

I used to love how dedicated she was to her job, but now it's only a flaw. In the back of my mind I do always think about Brandon and the relationship they have. It never sat well with me that she was spending so much time with somebody who was so obviously attracted to her.

The irony of her being jealous of Sydney being at the house with me while she was in Vegas with Brandon was almost laughable.

Now, it's 4:30 in the afternoon and I've just picked Danny up from soccer practice. He's in the backseat of the car kicking his feet along to the children's music he always insists we play. I see an icon pop up from a text message on my phone.

The message looks like it comes from a buddy of mine named Paul Lowe, but that's just the cover I have for Sydney now. She and I were texting so much at the start of this that I didn't want Barb to see her name and start getting suspicious.

I can't see what's in the message because I'm driving, but I can imagine it's something sexual about how badly she can't wait to see me. I have plans to meet up with her later tonight when Barb gets home. She's supposed to watch Danny and I'm supposed to be grabbing a beer with Paul.

In reality, I'm going to a hotel room in the city and spending the evening there with Sydney.

We've discovered that hotel rooms are the best option. I always have a little bit of cash on hand, so I give it to Sydney to rent the room and when we're done with everything I can take a quick shower and head home. We've done it this way about six times and Barb hasn't caught on yet.

I get home with Danny and he runs to his playroom to go unwind after his soccer practice. I stay in the kitchen and look at Sydney's text message.

Sydney: The room is all ready and so am I 🥵

She of course sends the message with a picture of her. It's nothing too sexy, aside from the fact that it's her. She's just wearing a little black dress so we can go out to dinner together tonight.

Going on dates is a little complicated because we have to go out of town. I don't want to rub this in Barb's face at all and have people she knows spotting me out to dinner with a sexy 18 year old girl before heading back to a hotel room. Rumors are bound to spread and that's only going to lead to bad blood between us.

Seth: I'll be there as soon as I can, baby.

We have dinner reservations at 7:00. I figured Barb would be home around 5:30 today, as we agreed and that would give me just enough time to get ready to leave for a casual drink at a sports bar, sneak a change of clothes for a fancy restaurant, and head to the hotel. From there, Sydney and I would call an Uber to go to the restaurant about 20 minutes away.

The only problem is that Barb isn't home at 5:30. Minutes tick by and I text her asking if she has an eta, no response. I call her and she doesn't answer. I call the office and I get sent to voicemail because it's technically after hours.

By 6:15 I'm dressed and ready to go. Danny is still in his playroom when I knock on the door and grab him.

"We just got to go run to the office and check on your mom," I say as I buckle him into the back seat.

It's only a 15 minute drive to get to the office and I'm not surprised to see the parking lot of the building mostly empty. I see Barb's car parked out front, and there are only two other cars here. I don't recognize who either of them belong to, but I have a sinking feeling in my stomach.

The security guard at the front knows me from holiday parties and he lets us through without much issue. I figure one of the cars has to belong to him, so that leaves one other person unaccounted for.

We take the elevator to the 8th floor where Barb's office is and I'm surprised to see that every light is off. It's quiet and there's no indication, other than Barb's jacket hanging off the back of her chair, that she's here.

I leave Danny in the office sitting at the desk to go look for her. I don't know what's going on but I have a sinking feeling in my stomach that this isn't good.

I walk through the dark hallways in search of any sign of my wife. I'm looking for anyone else too, for that matter.

Eventually, I see another office door closed and foggy glass on the door. The light is on and I hear two voices coming from inside. It's muffled through the door, so I can't quite make out what they're saying and I can't get a clear view of the people inside through the foggy glass.

"Is that what you like?" a man's voice whispers as I get closer and press my ear against the wall.

"Mmm yeah..." a very familiar voice replies.

I stand up straight as a sense of realization dawns on me. That's my wife in there. And she's with a man that I would bet my life's savings is Brandon.

Any normal man would feel angry and rush into that room to strangle Brandon for laying a hand on his wife. But all I feel is a sense of relief. If this would have happened two months ago, I would have been furious. But now this is my way out.

This is how I leave and get to be with Sydney.

More sounds come from behind the door, a desk scooching across the floor, a chair sliding away, and muffled moans. This is why Barb has been staying late at the office so much. I guess she's usually more careful about it, but she forgot she was supposed to be the one watching Danny tonight.

I reach out and quietly grab the knob, turning it gently. It's not locked, which has to be an oversight on their end. In one swift movement, I push the door open and stand in the doorway with my arms crossed in front of me, watching as Brandon plows my wife as she lies back naked on his desk.

Both of their eyes widen as they see me and I have half a mind to laugh. Both have panic on their faces as they realize I've caught them in something they have been trying to hide.

"Seth! What are you--this isn't--" Barb says, pushing Brandon away from her and swiftly grabbing her dress to slip it back on.

"Please don't finish that sentence," I interrupt, not wanting to hear an excuse for this.

The more I think about it, I get a little annoyed. I know this has been going on for quite some time. Before she went to Vegas, before I met Sydney. I have no room to truly be angry because of my own affair, but it does feel like a slap in the face.

Brandon puts on a pair of pants behind her and stands awkwardly, all of his muscles tense as if he expects me to run across the room and tackle him to the ground.

"We're done," I say to Barb, my voice from and final. She raises her eyebrows and shakes her head as if she doesn't want to accept that fact.

"But what about Danny?" Barb asks, taking a few steps closer to me. I back up, not wanting to be anywhere near here right now. She stops moving.

"Danny is in your office right now. You were supposed to be home at 5:30 to spend the evening with him because I have plans," I say, not letting her and Brandon step out of the office because I'm afraid Danny is going to see.

Soon enough, he'll realize that his parents are getting a divorce and it's already going to be difficult for him. The last thing he needs to see is his mom walking out of her office disheveled with a strange man he's never met. He might not know what it means now, but he'll know when he's older. If we can keep this from him, it'll only serve to protect him.

"I've known about this for a long time and every time I've asked you about Brandon you've made it seem like my worries were completely unfounded," I say to Barb, ignoring Brandon in the background. "How long has it been going on?"

She hesitates, not wanting to reveal that information right now, but I clear my throat and she gives in.

"A year and a half," Barb says, sadness heavy in her voice.

Looking back, it makes sense. I remember meeting Brandon at the office and the two of them having a work wife-work husband type of relationship. Two years ago around Christmas I brought up my complaint for the first time. Barb brushed it off like it was nothing, but I remember seeing her blush and smiled to herself like she was excited to have somebody else interested in her.

The affair must have started shortly after. The two of them did spend plenty of time after hours at work together, after all.

"Here's how this is going to work," I say, taking a small step forward into the office. Barb knows she has no room to argue anything. "Our marriage has been falling apart for a long time, and I would guess that it's likely because of this affair. When you were in Vegas I slept with Sydney."

Barb's eyes widen and I see a mixture of emotions in them. Rage, sadness, then finally acceptance. Wouldn't she be a hypocrite for fighting with me about this?

"Both of us have wronged each other, but we need to make sure this doesn't affect Danny. We'll get a divorce, both of us will wait at least a year before publicly dating. After that, both of us can live happily ever after and Danny won't ever know the real reason his parents split up." I watch for Barb to object to any of this, but she doesn't. She knows that this is going to be the best option for us both.

We get to save face with our son and in the end, will be with the people we actually want to be with.

We hash out some details for how to navigate the situation, and then I leave at 6:45. I say goodbye to Danny and tell him that his mom is going to be with him soon, she walks into her office before I finish.

Kissing her goodbye like everything is normal feels awful, but I have to do it.

As soon as I can, I leave the office and I rush to the hotel to see Sydney. After all of this, the only thing I want to do is hold her in my arms and kiss her. It's the only thing that will bring me any comfort in the situation.

I open the hotel room door when I arrive and she's sitting on the bed with her arms folded in front of her. She's mad that I'm late and didn't give her any updates. She sent me several text messages asking where I was, and I didn't respond.

"I'm sorry," I say, sitting next to her on the bed and wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her close to me.

"Where were you?" Sydney asks. I can hear the worry in her voice, thicker than the anger she feels. My heart aches knowing she's been sitting here afraid something bad happened to me and had no way of finding out.

I tell her everything. I don't spare a single detail so she knows exactly why I flaked out on her. I need her to know that it's not something I would do just for the hell of it.

"So you and Barb are over then?" Sydney asks with a bit of hesitation in her voice. She doesn't truly believe it.

"We still have some details to hash out, but we're going to divorce. We're going to both wait to publicly date you and Brandon, so it'll have to be on the down low still, but we can do this without the guilt or worry about getting caught," I say.

She smiles at me and I can see the excitement in her eyes. This is what she wanted all along, and I know now I did too. Before, I was clinging to the idea of the marriage I had knowing that it was going downhill fast.

But now I get to be with somebody that I love, who loves me completely.

I pull Sydney in closer and give her a passionate kiss, letting my tongue part her lips and fill her mouth. She leans into it, wrapping her arms around my neck and holding me closer.

"I love you, Sydney," I say. "I know it's going to be tricky navigating this from now on, but I want you to know that I'm all in with you. We might have to hide this for a while, we might have to pretend like there's nothing here at times, but I just need you to know that's not how I feel. I want to be with you."

"I want to be with you too," Sydney whispers, running her fingers through my hair and pulling me in for another kiss.

My hands linger on her bare thighs, the dress so short I only have to push the skirt up an inch to see her panties. I look down at it with a smile and push her back on the bed.

"We might have missed our dinner reservations, but that doesn't mean we're not going to eat," I say and Sydney laughs, rolling her eyes.

I lean in closer, pushing her back to the bed, and lifting the skirt over her hips to show her panties on full display. It's a tiny lace thong that I can see the outline of her lips through.

I don't waste a moment lowering myself down her body, kissing the soft skin of her thighs, before pressing my lips against her panty covered pussy. Sydney stares down at me with a grin on her face as she spreads her legs wider.

I lick the outside of her panties, teasing her just a bit. Lord knows she's teased me enough in our relationship. I press my fingers against the outside of her panties and massage her clit while she moans quietly above me.

When I've had enough and I feel the desperation to taste her overwhelm me, I grab the waistband of the panties and slowly lower them to see her glistening pussy spread open before me.

I inhale deeply, bringing my tongue to her clit and feeling how my cock twitches in my pants as she exhales a slow moan.

My heart is filled with excitement and warmth knowing that soon enough I can do this every single day without consequence. One day, Sydney will wake up in my bed as my partner and I can hold her close without worrying about someone else walking in.

"That feels so good," Sydney moans, her fingers weaving through my hair. She spreads her legs wider and I push the skirt of her dress up to see more of her perfect body as I go to town on her pussy.

Sydney wiggles out of it, lifting it off of herself to show that she's not wearing a bra underneath. My hands reach for her breasts and I massage them, squeezing her nipples between my fingers as my tongue swirls around her clit.

Her moans grow more frenzied with every swish of my tongue against her. After a while, I suck her clit between my lips and she practically screams from pleasure.

"Fuck yes!" Sydney cries out, her body trembling.

I pull my hand away from her breast and slide it down to her pussy, slipping a finger inside of her wet hole. Almost as soon as I do she sits up straight, unable to contain the volume of her moans as she trembles against the mattress.

I don't stop moving my tongue until the sensations eventually die down and she falls back exhausted, breathing heavily and taking her fingers out of my hair.

I sit up and stare at her, my cock so hard in my pants I feel like it might break through. Sydney sees and immediately sits up, undoing my belt and pulling it out of the loops. She smiles at me and I know what's about to happen.

She frees my cock from my pants and wraps her hand around it, pumping it slowly as her thumb rubs against the tip to spread my precum along it. Sydney is going to do what Sydney does best: suck my cock.

I lie back on the bed and she climbs over me, pulling my pants down so they're around my feet. Her tongue wraps around the shaft of my cock and I can't help see guttural moans that escape me. I've felt her mouth around me more times than I can count right now, and the feeling never gets old.

She starts at the base of my cock and slowly works her way up, tasting every inch of my hardness. Before I know it, she wraps her lips around the tip and sucks in.

"Fuck, baby..." I groan, staring at her as she works more of me in her mouth. She knows exactly what I like and she does it. Nobody has ever been able to drive the pleasure out of me that Sydney does. It's like she was born to worship my cock.

She moans as she takes every inch of my cock in her mouth, letting me feel how her throat clenches around me.

I run my fingers through her brown hair and hold her against me as I pump my hips up and down, throat fucking her just a bit. Sydney doesn't resist in any way, but as soon as I let go of her she pulls her head back, her spit mixed with bits of my cum dripping from her chin.

She takes a brief break as she pumps her hand up and down my cock, swirling her tongue around the tip as she tastes every drop of the pleasure oozing from it.

She kisses the tip gently, working her way down to my balls where she sucks it into her mouth, letting her tongue tease the base of it.

I'm so fucking hard I could cum in an instant, but I want to hold back. This is the first day that Sydney and I can actually be together. It's still private but we're not hiding from Barb anymore. When I cum, I want it to be deep inside of her.

Sydney is about to take my cock back in her mouth, and betraying everything I know about myself, I stop her.

"I want to fill your pussy today, baby," I say, sitting up and tossing her back on the bed. I take my shirt off and kick my pants off all the way so I'm fully naked on the bed alongside her.

Sydney grins and spreads her legs wide as I position myself between them. I hover outside of her pussy for a brief moment before ramming every inch of myself inside of her.

"Ahhhhh!" Sydney cries out, making no effort to be quiet. I almost feel sorry for the people in the room next to us, but then again they're getting quite the show.

I feel how her pussy clenches around me and it's almost impossible to hold myself back. In a matter of moments I could empty all of my cum inside of her, but I stay still to try and collect myself.

When I no longer feel like I'm right on the verge of cumming, I move again, pulling almost the full length of myself out of her before shoving it back in. The bed shakes as I fuck Sydney, my 18-year-old babysitter turned lover.

I smile, feeling how she shakes beneath me, how I'm going to give this sexy girl her second orgasm in a matter of minutes. Barb knows what's going on now and she's going to be with Danny for the rest of the night, so Sydney and I have hours together to continue this.

We don't need to rush, but I can't hold myself back. It's a good thing we have all night to do this again.

I lean forward and press my lips between her chest, grabbing her breasts and kissing them, letting my tongue graze the prickled flesh. I take her nipple in my mouth and stare at her as her mouth opens, moving up and down slowly as she moans.

"I love you so much, Seth," Sydney whispers, her body twitching as I grind my cock inside of her pussy.

Hearing her say that right now while every throbbing inch of myself is inside of her sends me over the edge and I pull back, swallowing her mouth with mine, and thrust myself in and out of her.

She opens her mouth and moans, letting me taste the sound of her pleasure while my cock throbs inside of her, spurting out ropes of my cum. Her pussy clenches around me as she pulls all of it deep inside of her and it feels like the pleasure never ends. Like we're in an infinite loop of ecstasy.