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It wasn’t quick, But hell I should have seen it coming.



My Name was Norman. It was three years ago today that my life changed, that’s when I started looking after their child, and that’s when the changes started.



I had just started college and I needed a job, something easy that allowed time for my studies. I had noticed that the family down the block, the smiths were always having difficulty finding a sitter during the week. I figured it might be a little weird for a guy to be a babysitter but I had known Rebecca and The Smiths since she had been born and I had already lived next to them for five years now, so it wasn’t all that weird.

I had tried several retail jobs before asking the Smiths, but no matter how hard I tried they were never able to tailor the schedule to my needs and always wanted me to work during the days so they never lasted long. I didn’t necessarily need to work while going to school but Mom and Dad were both working abroad for the year on some foreign countries network security. They always sent me enough money to cover the bills and for food but never enough to go out with girls and friends. It would have been any other kids dream to have his parents out of town and a whole house to himself, but not me. I focused on my studies and was always top of my class. My father always drove me hard and never allowed anytime for sports; it was for that reason I was frail, thin, and didn’t have as many friends as I would have liked to have had.



The smiths were your normal family on the block. Mr. Smith was a scientist working for a drug company making new and interesting medications, he never spoke about his work but we all knew it was a bit hush hush. From what I assumed he was in his late forties, He was a handsome man that stood about 5’10 and an average muscular build. Mrs. Smith was a home health nurse for the town over, I think she gave antibiotic IV drips to old ladies and mentally challenged individuals. She was absolutely stunning and I had always had a thing for her, but she never dressed provocatively. Her breasts were average but her long flowing hair and beautiful skin was what I was more interested in. She had legs that went on for days, and an ass that fit perfectly in whatever she wore.



It was this day three years ago after quitting my job that I walked the half a block over to the smiths and explained my predicament. I’m pretty sure they understood having worked hard themselves at a young age but were a little uneasy about it at first. Fortunately for me they had actually needed a babysitter that night, as they had wanted to go out and were unable to find one. We had agreed that it would be a trial night seeing that they were only going to be out for a few hours instead of their usual all nighters, which worked out because I didn’t have that many assignments and could pay extra attention to make sure I got the gig permanently. We had agreed to a price and with that I ran home to get the remainder of my work. It would be the first night in a long while that I would actually be able to get some work done while also bringing in a little bit of cash.



It was a quiet night, Rebecca in general was a good girl and never caused me any problems. We made dinner together and before bed she was allowed an hour to watch Tv, which was basically all the time I needed to complete my school work. I used my computer for about an hour after putting her to bed, I liked to read news aggregate sites and look at funny pictures of kittens. Of course during that downtime is when my mind started to wander and I realized that I had never really been inside of the Smith home; It was a modest home and they certainly lived under their means. They could have easily been able to afford a house twice the size but they probably didn’t want to deal with the maintenance costs seeing that there was just the three of them. I began exploring the house, walking up to the second floor where the bedrooms were. I was careful not to wake Rebecca.



I entered the master bedroom and began looking at the pictures on the walls and marveling at some of the exotic stuff they had in their bedroom. Mr. Smith had a small collection of glass encased animal skulls, they were paperweights but they were still neat. I walked into their closet and I immediately started seeing where a lot of their money had gone. Mr. Mmith had a collection of suits and tuxedos that weren’t cheap looking, and although small his collection of shoes were all fine Italian leather. With all the nice stuff he had I hadn’t yet noticed the collection of dresses, skirts, and lingerie that Mrs. Smith had. I turned the corner of their closet and began to marvel in all of the clothes. I had never pictured Mrs. Smith as having such great taste, but I had only ever seen her as a modest woman. I paid extra attention to the nighties and sexy laced underwear that had tags with store names in languages I couldn’t pronounce. They were all so pretty, and when I reached out to feel them wondered what they would look like on me. Should I though? They trusted me with their belongings and if I were them I wouldn’t have appreciated someone going through my stuff. I put the nighties and underwear back on the rack where I had found them and continued my journey through their closet. I looked through boxes and boxes of shoes and stumbled on some of Mrs. Smith’s sex toys. There they were, the mother load, the thing that made me realize that Mrs. Smith wasn’t just this boring house mom; She had a story of her own. The box was filled to the brim with some of the biggest plugs and rubber cocks I had ever seen. My mind wandered as to which orifice these instruments had been introduced to, and at what speed. I came back to life and continued to dig deeper in the box. I noticed more clothes, this time all the lacy stuff that didn’t make the rack. There were corsets, garters, and an abundance of bras, all with the same tags that I couldn’t pronounce. They all looked like they hadn’t been worn in years.



I started feeling not right about my discoveries and packed everything back up as neatly as I had found them. I closed the closet and left the bedroom making my way back to the living room. I apparently hadn’t heard them come home, because there they were in the kitchen splitting a glass of wine. “how long had they been home”, I thought to myself. “There you are”, they both said in unity. I sighed a small relief and told them that I was using the bathroom upstairs after checking on Rebecca.



We spoke for a while about their night. They appreciated art and were invited to a small gallery opening from a local artist they had befriended. Their night finished with dinner and a few drinks, but they made a point to note that they were home earlier than usual.. I couldn’t help but think how glad I was that I had abandoned my curiosities, because Mr. smith would have certainly caught me when he went to put their coats in the closet. We talked about Rebecca, the dinner I had made, what we had for dinner, and the time she went to bed.. They seemed pleased with the way the house looked and when they saw all the papers splayed out on my computer they probably assumed that I had spent my time studying. I continued talking with Mrs. Smith for a bit about the art, but I frankly didn’t care.. I was too busy studying her body picturing her wearing the clothes I had seen in their closet. I started seeing her breasts as these heaving bodies attached to a well-toned frame. I noticed how well she took care of her well-groomed face and manicured nails. Her auburn colored hair hung on her shoulders with a fair amount of ease. I noticed the way her skirt landed softly on her calves and when she leaned against the counter I couldn’t stop looking at the way her ass carefully shaped the cloth; I hadn’t thought this closely about someone’s features before and it started to turn me on. Realizing the immediate tightness in my jeans I cut the conversation short and excused myself blaming the late hour. I grabbed all of my belongings and rushed out the door with a high degree of speed while hiding my obvious arousal.



I slammed the door shut to my bedroom and immediately released the pressure that was building up in my shorts. I hadn’t thought about anyone in that way before and I was absolutely stunned by my reaction. My thoughts went to that lingerie and it’s softness and in the back of my head I could feel the sheer fabric on my body sliding around on my legs and chest. I wanted to feel what it like to be Mrs. smith dancing around the home wearing nothing but that lingerie. My fist tightened around the sheets on my bed; I was beginning to work my self up more and more. I started rubbing my own nipples pretending they were attached to two breasts and as I thrust my pelvis more and more into the pillows I started thinking of Mr. Smith. I started thinking about what he would be like shirtless and how big his cock was and how it might taste. How might Mrs. Smith feel when Mr. Mmith jams his cock into her pussy? The whole scene whipped itself up into a frenzy and I reached the point of no return. The image of Mr. smiths cock quickening pace into Mrs. smith snatch was all it took and as I came onto my pillow the video of Mr. Smith cumming on his wifes tits and face played in my imagination. I hardly could breath and for a moment I was envious of the pillow and wished instead that had been my face being cum onto.



I knew that I would enjoy working for the smiths.