A Good Man's Just Reward

I shrugged. "The girl's at that age and I'm a worldly older woman. She has questions." I think Ron chose to believe I was joking.

I needed to move the process forward. I texted Laura, ~I don't think I told you about it when Ron got a vasectomy a few months ago, did I?

~No, you didn't. Did it go ok? Why are you telling me now?

~It went perfectly. He's firing blanks now but let me tell you, he's always loaded.

I continued before she could respond, if she even would have. ~You've probably never felt a man cum in your pussy, have you? It feels so much better than with a condom or pulling out.

~Those pregnancy hormones must be some crazy shit, Christi. I don't think I want to talk about this.

~Yeah, it's probably the hormones talking. Thinking about you seducing an older man and letting him cream in you probably shouldn't make me wet like it is.

She didn't respond to that one and I let it drop for the rest of the meal.

When the bill came, I grabbed our copy of the receipt and the pen and wrote two words on the back in big letters and added my signature. Then I folded it up and stuck it in my bra.

As we were leaving, Ron asked, "So are you feeling better?"

"I'm feeling fine. What do you mean?"

"Well, you were flushed earlier and they way you were holding your phone... what was going on?"

"I was giving Laura pointers on seducing older men. Made me a little horny."

He looked at me bug-eyed. "Chris.... seriously, are you okay? Mood swings are one thing but you may be losing it."

I kissed him on the nose and patted his ass. "Don't worry, honey. I'm just the right amount of crazy."

*****

During the car ride home, I texted the babysitter again. We've started for home. You looked so hot tonight but there's one thing you should change.

While I waited for her to respond I asked Ron, "Which do you like better; Laura's tight little ass or those perky tits?" It was a rhetorical question. My man is a breast man.

Ron was getting a little peeved now. "You're walking her home tonight, Chris. This is getting weird and now I don't feel like I should be anywhere near her."

A message arrived.Change what?

"What's wrong, dear? Don't think you can control yourself? I trust you. I'm sure Laura does too."

~That padded bra isn't flattering at all. Forget size. Men will want to see your natural shape.

Ron didn't answer me. While I was waiting again for Laura I went on. "I mean, if she tries to seduce you, that would be a different story I guess. Do you dream of hot little teens seducing you, love?"

"I'm fantasizing about pulling over and letting you walk home. But since you don't currently seem to be in a right state of mind, that would be really irresponsible."

Laura hadn't answered. I pushed. I think maybe I had cracked in the brain just a little. I almost felt like I was past the point of no return even though obviously I wasn't. ~Take it off now. Take your bra off before we get there. I guarantee Ron will notice.

"Yes. Please don't shove me out the door." I said distractedly. "Then I won't be there to protect you from the babysitter's urges."

I squeezed his thigh tightly and felt his whole right side twitch. "Oh wait, I'm not going to do that anyway. As far as I'm concerned, it's open season."

The final couple miles rolled by, Ron jumpy and shooting me confused scowls. Laura took her damn time responding too.

Chris? Are you saying you want something to happen between me and Rob?

Do you have the bra off yet? We're pulling in. YES. Ron doesn't know yet but I've been teasing him. Hold on, he's already getting out of the car.

In my rush, I struggled to pull myself up out of the car. My pregnancy doesn't usually slow me down much but haste makes waste. I hustled up the walk behind my husband.

Laura opened the door as he reached the steps. He was stuck, forced to face her.

That clingy gray top was pulled tight in all the right places. Ron's eyes froze on her hard little nipples. My heart pounded in my ears. Laura's mouth hung slack, her soft lips unintentionally inviting. She flushed under my husband's helpless, trapped gaze.

Crickets chirped and the tableau lingered far beyond what was comfortable.

Finally, I brushed past my husband and took Laura by the arm. "Kids all tucked in?" I asked as if nothing were amiss.

Laura made an indecipherable reply as I led her through the living room and into the kitchen.

I turned her to face me and I appraised her. She was nubile and vulnerable looking. Her breasts were just as delicious looking as I knew they'd be, the shirt virtually molded to them. Perhaps I should give Laura some credit; that bra was probably intentional camouflage. Without it, she was just too damn sexy. "Okay Laura, this is it. It's up to you to make the move."

She was shrinking in on herself. "What, here? With you?"

"No, but save that thought. Ron will walk you home. If you want to find out what good sex is like, seduce him."

She looked ready to bolt. Obviously, I wasn't going to force her but I felt a pep talk was in order. A quiet pep talk. "Laura, if you don't make love to my husband tonight, you'll always wonder what you missed. Ron's good and being with you will make him so horny, he'll be like a teenager himself except he'll really know what he's doing."

I leaned close. "Keep him all night. Let him cum inside you. Demand that he eat you out until your brain fries. Taste him. Make love to him."

She swallowed and schooled herself. And she nodded. I swear her little nipples grew in front of my eyes.

I hugged her close for a moment. "When you get him to the point that the only thing stopping him is that fact that he's married, tell him to check his shirt pocket. I'm going to leave him a note to let him know I want this."

I turned and led her back toward the living room. I called out, "Do you have Laura's money?"

He seemed to be half hiding in the corner. He patted his pants pockets and pulled out his billfold. "Right, yes. I have it right here." He didn't quite stammer.

I stepped close to him and straightened his collar and brushed back his hair. Gestures I'd made a million times. I plucked his shirt straight and slid my hand down his chest, smiling at him.

I was very proud of myself that he hadn't noticed me slip the note into his pocket.

"Laura's house is completely empty. Her entire family is out of town and she'll be alone tonight." I held his gaze. I didn't leer or wink, I just made sure he was listening. "Walk her home and make sure she gets in safe. Maybe check out the house for her."

"Chris..." he said, pleading. Did he think I was testing him? Just teasing him? Did he suspect the extent of what I wanted to happen?

I ushered them out the door. I think Laura was really warming to the idea. She had eyes only for my man. Ron, on the other hand, was looking everywhere but at the hot little babysitter.

I watched them make their way down the sidewalk and turn right. Her house was only about three blocks away. I was already fantasizing about what she might say to him along the way. What she might do.

Turning back to the living room, a thought occurred to me. I scanned the room, looking and thinking. If I were a hot-to-trot babysitter, where would I...

Of course. I pulled the cushion from the couch and found Laura's red bra. Smiling, I fingered the little gel inserts in the cups. They were still warm.

*****

I wasn't present for any of the amazing things that came next of course. But I made Ron tell me everything that happened and got Laura to fill in some details as well. And of course, I have the pictures.

But that's getting ahead of the story.

At any rate, here's the way they say it happened. At least, how I envision what they described and maybe a little bit how I fantasize about it.

The first block passed in silence, aside from crickets and chuch-swish of sprinklers. Laura broke the tension innocently enough. "Thanks for walking me. I really don't like going into an empty house at night."

"No problem," Ron answered. They passed a couple more houses in silence.

"Can I ask you something? I need advice and I think I need to hear it from a man."

Ron's steps slowed. "I suppose," he said uncertainly.

"Every time I'm with my boyfriend he wants me to suck him. And that's fine, I'm willing to do it. But he never goes down on me. Not once."

This brought Ron to a halt, momentarily at a loss for words. Laura went on, "Guys do really do that though, right? Eating pussy isn't just a porn thing, is it?" Laura told me she was proud her voice remained steady. I like to imagine that she was just as poised and mature as she tells me she was.

Rob, not so much. "Woha, no. Laura, I'm not going to talk to you about that stuff. No, completely inappropriate."

Laura continued walking, forcing Ron to follow. "Oh, come on. Who else can I ask? I know Chris is a very happy woman. Do you ever go down on her?"

"That is both private and inappropriate to discuss with someone your age."

Laura rolled her eyes. "I'm eighteen, Rob. I've had sex. I just want to know if I could be doing it better."

Ron didn't answer. I'm proud of little Laura. She kept pushing. "So, do you do it? Did you do it with girls before Christie?"

Ron finally gave a clipped, "Yes."

"Cool. I knew it. Does it matter if the girl's shaved? I only trim my bush a bit."

"Laura, that's enough."

"Awww, don't be like that. Does Christi shave or wax or anything?"

They were very near her house by this point. She turned and looked up at my husband with a raised eyebrow. Her sudden halt brought them close. "Does she orgasm when you eat her?" she asked quietly.

"Go in the house, Laura. I know Chris had something to do with this so I'm not angry at you. But I'm leaving."

She grabbed my man's hand. The poor girl had gotten herself excited and didn't want to lose this opportunity. She pressed his hand to her perky little peach and lowered her voice. "Don't go, please. Come inside so I feel safe."

Ron completely rebuffed her. He felt the tautness of her nipple and the perky pliancy of her breast but it didn't sway him. I guess I should be glad. No, let me be clear. I am very glad Ron is who he is and I would expect nothing else from him. Both because of his devotion to me and because Laura was, in reality, an innocent girl seemingly acting foolishly.

He pulled his hand away from her thinly covered breast and stepped away. Laura followed and grabbed his arm, this time just to slow him. "Please, Rob. I've been thinking about you all night. I really want you to... I want you. I want to learn what's like like to be with a full grown man that knows how to treat a full grown woman."

He shrugged her off again. "Laura, that can't happen."

"Check your shirt pocket."

"Huh?" The request didn't make sense.

"Christi left a note for you in your shirt pocket."

Ron fished for it for a moment, feeling the receipt. He pulled it out and looked at it. Seeing only our bill, he turned it over.

There were just two words and my familiar signature.

*Hall Pass*

He knew what it meant of course. We've teased each other about an open marriage and things like which people in our lives we might get a chance at but never discussed it as a serious possibility.

Now for the first time, he knew he had my blessing. Fortunately, he didn't have to worry about this being some kind of trap or test. We simply would never jerk each other around like that. He knew I was legitimately giving him permission to make love to Laura.

That left just one hangup. Laura could see the conflict still in his eyes. She got close to him again, the fingers of one hand softly at his waste. "I'm not a virgin Rob. And Christi told me about your operation." Her fingers brushed his stomach. He couldn't help but stare down at her clinging shirt.

"I want to feel your naked cock inside me. Please."

That girl has some skill, let me tell you. She knew how to set the hook without chasing the prey away. She turned from my husband then and climbed the porch steps, fishing her keys out. She'd made her request; now she let it sit with him a bit. And coincidently gave him a great look at her ass.

The porch light was on as were the lights in the front room. She opened the door and stood just inside, looking back at him. Her gaze spoke volumes but she wasn't going to beg him. She knew she was freely offering him a treasure. She did have just one thing more to say.

"You can stay all night if you want. There must be so much you can teach me."

Ron was of course very turned on by this seduction but was still only half convinced it was anything but a bad idea.

It was her silhouette in the door that broke the barrier. She was, in his words as he later told the story, "Too fucking perfect to say no to."

The best part is, once Ron decided to go through with it, he took command.

I fucking love it when my husband takes command.

He neatly folded up the hall pass note and tucked it back into his pocket. Then he strode up the stairs and stopped just short of Laura, both standing in the doorway. He looked down at her, eyes hot. I know a chill ran up Laura's body and she flushed. He put a hand under her arm, his thumb resting on her breast. It was a firm touch signifying control.

"Say it again Laura. This is your chance to back out. Ask me to fuck you."

Her little pussy clasped at the word fuck. "Yes Rob, please fuck me."

Ron nudged her into the house and shut the door. His gaze was even hotter. There was one more test he needed. He took the back of her head by her hair and tipped it back. His intent was plain in his eyes. She parted her lips in anticipation.

My husband kissed the babysitter. His tongue (oh, god, that wonderful, evil tongue) laid claim to hers.

Laura had French kissed before but the way Ron made her feel right then was a revelation. He pulled her body to his. He took control of her entirely.

Her legs went weak.

The kiss lasted longer than her boyfriend usually lasted altogether. When Ron finally released her, he picked her up as if she might faint.

Yeah, I know. Wasn't going to happen. Ron and Laura have slightly different takes on a few of these details. She really liked the kiss and enjoyed being lifted into his arms. He thought she outright swooned.

Holding her in his arms, he looked around her family room. "If you have no objections, shall we use your parent's room?"

Laura smiled weakly. "Oh yes, that sounds like fun."

I said before that my man is slender. When he carries me like that it's always a bit of a struggle. Of course, it's mostly a joke when he does it anyway so it's fun.

When Laura told me about Ron carrying her up the stairs to her parent's bed, it was a different kind of story. She's such a little thing.

He felt powerful to the babysitter. So confident. The feeling didn't end when he set her down in her parent's room. He stood behind her and pulled her body against his. She wiggled eagerly in his grasp. "Ohh, Ron I can feel you. You're hard already!" The firm tubular lump against the small of her back was unmistakable.

My husband buried his face in her hair, against her neck. He drew in her scent and kissed in a way I've always found even more interment than tongue to tongue. "Ohhh." Laura sighed and softened in his arms.

Ron's hands found the snap of her jeans and undid them, drawing the zipper down. "I was wondering if these might just be painted on," he murmured into her neck. He caught her earlobe between just his lips and plucked it as he peeled them down.

He sank down along the back of her body as he lowered her pants. It was a bit of a struggle, in fact. Laura twisted and hunched, helping work the tight jeans down her legs. Of course, this translated into a movement of hips and ass that my husband found mesmerizing. He let loose of her pants while they were still bunched around her knees to grab the hard planes of her ass.

Laura bent forward, frantically trying to pull her jeans the rest of the way off while Ron molested her ass.

With a hop and a shout of triumph, the jeans were off. This was followed by a yelp and a giggle as Ron bit her ass through her ruby-red bikini panties.

He rose and spun her in his arms and laid another soul kiss across her lips. He swept his arms under hers and on cue, she hopped up into his embrace and wrapped her teenage legs around his waist.

He took four slow steps across the room toward the bed while their teeth and tongues clashed. He cock ached now, trapped in his slacks, but there were a number of things he wanted to do to the hot little babysitter before jumping to the finale.

He lowered her to the bed and stood tall between her legs. He swiftly unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off. "You know I want to see those tits, Laura. Take that shirt off if you want me to eat your sweet pussy."

She swept the offending garment off in a blink and Ron just leered at her tight, high-riding little hills. She had a pronounced tan line that was so cute against her healthy, sun-kissed glow and the deep pink of her puffy nipples.

Ron fell on her and inhaled one breast. Her hand clawed his hair and her back arched. "Ahhh... oh shit. That feels amazing." Her eyes squeezed shut as he sucked hard on her entire tit.

While he snacked on her delightful chest, he pulled her panties down. She had to close her legs as he did so and he had to abandon her tits. He kissed down her flat stomach and nipped the folds of her navel with his teeth as he worked the panties lower. She wiggled her feet out of them and spread her legs wide.

Ron paused a moment to rise and look her in the eyes. He gently pressed a palm to her mound and let her folds begin to spread his fingers. "Be sure to say my name when you cum." He smiled devilishly at her as he lowered himself to his knees and slid one long finger along her slick crease.

My Ron has lush lips for a man and a very quick tongue. The guy has sucked hundreds of climaxes straight out of my clit. Poor little Laura had no idea what was in store for her.

She was wet and fragrant. The tightly curled fur of her trimmed bush did little to hide her pink blossom. It was all dramatically framed by her tan lines.

Ron began low at the base of her slit. That evil pink tongue that I know and love barely split her lips at all on the first pass as he drew it up along her crease. Laura shivered and her legs wavered, half wanting to close around his head, half eager to open wide for him.

He didn't make contact with her clit that time but he saw the little bump hiding in its shroud at the top of her mound. He chuckled and wedged his tongue in just a little deeper.

"Oh god," was all that Laura could say, her hands gripping the bedspread.

Ron's lush lips and clever tongue coaxed her petals open wider and wider as Laura's arousal escalated. Already he had her hotter than she'd ever been in her life. He was so much better than her own fingers (there was no point in making any comparison at all to a couple of fumbling boys whom's names failed to cross her mind). It wasn't that he touched places that she couldn't because she could and did. He touched her in ways she didn't know she wanted until it happened, letting her squeaks and shudders show him the way.

My husband really started digging in. He had his whole face buried in the folds of her pussy. Her feet found his shoulders and her body began to twist and grind on him. Her clitoris was centered on the bridge of his nose.

Ron gripped the tops of her thighs right against her hips and held her firmly against his face. "Oh god. Oh Fuck, oh god. This is...." Laura panted rapidly and hunched against his face while his lips slurped her juices directly from her hole and tongue dug against her walls.