Sex with Recheal

Now I have a problem. I need to get her into the guest room. Rachel had definitely had way too much wine and I was feeling a little tipsy himself.

"Okay...let's find out how much you weigh," I said moving over in front of Rachel.

"Time for bed...can you hear me?" I gently shook her but she didn't respond.

"Okay," I said and picked her up.

She was surprisingly light; much lighter than my wife. Of course, it had been years since I'd tried to pick Kathy up for any reason. I didn't think it would happen again unless it was to throw her out the front door.

I found that thought extremely funny

and struggled to contain my laughter.

Rachel snuggled against my chest as I carried her up the stairs. My d*ck hardened and I knew what I would be dreaming about all night. I managed to get her into the guest room, and onto the bed. She was wearing shorts, so I didn't feel the need to undress her.

I pulled the covers over her and left the room.

"Whew...that wasn't so bad," I said as I brushed my teeth a few minutes later. I

decided to sleep in shorts, just in case I had to wake up for any reason.

I woke up to the wind howling outside. It was going to be a stormy night. I got up and checked all the windows and looked in on the kids. Everything was as it should be and I was soon fast asleep again.

I woke up a little while later. There was someone else on my bed, right behind me, snoring peacefully

It was Rachel. When had she gotten into my bed? Why had she gotten into my bed? She was still fully clothed and I was too tired to care so I rolled over to the other side of the bed.

I did dream about Rachel that night. I dreamed that I could feel her large soft breasts dragging against my legs as she deep throated my d*ck. I dreamed that I was bucking my hips up, driving my d*ck deep into her mouth. she was drooling

around my d*ck and slurping on it, moaning in pleasure as she sucked me hard.

I snapped awake. This was no dream. The covers were off and so were my shorts. Rachel's giant tits were pressing into my legs and I was thrusting my d*ck deep into her mouth unknowingly.

"No...stop..."I protested. "You have to stop!" This only caused Rachel to grab the base of my d*ck and take me further down her throat. Where had she learned to do this?

My eyes were accustomed to the dark now and I could see her clearly. She was even more beautiful and more perfect

than I had imagined that she would be. Her breasts seemed larger without the confines of a shirt. Her nipples were thick and long.

"You're still hard," she said giggling and looking down at my crotch.

"I...yes...I mean no...why are you..." I stammered.

She shook her head and crawled up over, letting her breasts drag up my body as

she did. It was too late for me to protest.

She took one of my hands and placed it

on one of her massive breasts. It was so full and firm and soft. I squeezed.

"My God," I whispered. "You're perfect."

"I'm yours," she whispered back, kissing me lightly on the lips.

She was rubbing her pu**y on my d*ck.

She was already dripping wet. I had both hands on her chest, mauling her breasts. She stuck her tongue into mine and we kissed passionately. She my d*ck and guided it to her hole and in an instant I was inside her.

She was so wet, hot and tight.

"Uh...Oh fuck you're big," Rachel grunted. "Let me do all the work."

Rachel rode me furiously, sliding her body up and down mine. Her giant, full breasts mashed against my body. She was so tight.

Am going to cum.

"You're...I'm going to cum,"I panted.

She grunted, staring into my eyes. Her body started to shake. Her p*ssy contracted around my d*ck, and she whimpered setting off my own orgasm.

She leaned forward, pressing her lips against mine and responded by sucking her tongue into my mouth and we kissed fervently as we finished cumming together. The thought of pregnancy didn't come to my mind. I can say I don't even care.

She rolled off of me and we both lay there panting and gasping for breathe.

"That was the best sex I've ever had," I said and then regretted saying anything at all.

What are you supposed to say after mind blowing sex with your eighteen-year-old

babysitter in the bed that you share with your cold, frigid wife? "I mean...I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything," Rachel said as she cuddled up next to me, draping her arm and leg over me. Her large, firm breasts were molded against the side of my body.

She kissed me on the cheek and soon she was fall asleep.

I watched her as she sleeps innocently. She looks more beautiful while sleeping. "Reachel will make a good wife" I said in my mind. Then I slept a few minutes later.

I woke up the next morning with a start. I popped up into a sitting position, full of panic. What had I done? I looked around the room. It was empty except for myself

and the bedroom door was shut. There was absolutely no evidence of last night's tryst with the babysitter. Maybe it was a dream? As I yanked on a t-shirt and sweatpants, I knew in my mind that I had done something very, very wrong last night.