My Teasing Wife

My wife, Ellie, checked her watch for the third time that morning, and I couldn’t help but tease her about it. “What’s taking so long?” I asked, trying to stifle a grin. “In about an hour,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Why check your watch and then the clock?” I pressed, curious. “I didn’t know it was that time,” she admitted, laughing. I chuckled and returned to my laptop, tapping away at the keys as she got dressed.

Ellie was a stunning woman, with short, curly black hair and a petite yet curvy figure. Her breasts were natural and perky, and I couldn’t help but steal a few glances at her as she moved around the room. She caught me staring and smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Shouldn’t you be finishing your work?” she asked, playfully teasing me. I smiled and dropped my eyes back to the screen, trying to focus.

“So, who is this babysitter?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. “Language, please,” Ellie shot back, her voice firm but playful. “Her name is Julia,” she replied, “Claire’s daughter. She’s been helping out with Jack a few times a week.” I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Claire has a daughter?” I asked, genuinely surprised. “For about twenty years now,” Ellie replied, smiling. “You really need to learn the art of conversation, Chris. People say things and you listen, then you say things and they listen.”

I sighed, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I listen to you, Ellie. If I listened to anyone else, there wouldn’t be room in my head for work.” I joked. Ellie chuckled and rolled her eyes. “You’re a lucky man, Chris. I’m not sure I’d want to be married to someone who’s as oblivious as you are sometimes.” I grinned, feeling a surge of love for my wife. We’d been married for seven years, but we’d been together for nine. We had a beautiful son, Jack, who was three years old now.

As I glanced over at Ellie, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for her. She was a beautiful woman, both inside and out. We’d met when I was still a teenager, and she’d helped me through some tough times. I’d won the lottery when I was seventeen, and suddenly my life had changed overnight. But Ellie had been there for me, supporting me and encouraging me to pursue my dreams. We’d gotten married a few years later, and it had been the best decision I’d ever made.

Ellie was a successful businesswoman in her own right. Her family owned a large portion of the county where we lived, and she’d taken over the family business after her parents retired. She was an amazing property developer, and I often marveled at her talent for selling even the most mundane properties. I, on the other hand, had built a small empire of gyms across the state, and I was a part-time financial advisor. Ellie had been instrumental in helping me build my business, and I was grateful for her support.

As I watched Ellie get dressed, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of desire for her. She was a stunning woman, and I loved her more with each passing day. I got up from my chair and walked over to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. “You look beautiful, Ellie,” I whispered, kissing her neck. She smiled and leaned into me, her body melting into mine.

But our moment was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. “Ah, bloody hell,” I muttered, feeling a sense of frustration. Ellie laughed and pushed me away. “Go and answer it, Chris. I’ll be fine.” I reluctantly made my way to the front door, feeling a sense of trepidation.

I opened the door to find a young woman standing on our porch. She was about a foot and a half shorter than me, with long blonde hair and a sweet smile. “Hi, I’m Julia,” she said, her voice bubbly. “You must be Chris.” I nodded, feeling a sense of awkwardness. “Yeah, hi Julia. Come on in.”

As Julia walked into our house, I couldn’t help but notice how young and vibrant she was. She was wearing a yellow vest top and a pair of baggy sweatpants, and I could see her black bra straps straining to hold up her large breasts. I felt a pang of desire for her, and I quickly looked away, feeling ashamed.

“Wow, you look amazing, Ellie,” Julia said, her eyes fixed on my wife. Ellie smiled and thanked her, and I felt a sense of unease. There was something about Julia that didn’t quite add up. She seemed too young, too innocent, and yet… and yet, there was something about her that drew me in.

“So, Julia, how was your day?” I asked, trying to sound casual. Julia smiled and told me about her day, and I listened intently, feeling a sense of fascination. As we talked, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was, how vibrant and full of life. I felt a sense of desire for her, and I quickly looked away, feeling ashamed.

“Hey, Julia,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Didn’t catch you at a bad time did we? You looked close to finishing.” Julia’s face went bright red, and she quickly turned away, heading into the kitchen. I felt a sense of satisfaction, but also a sense of guilt. I knew I shouldn’t be flirting with the babysitter, but there was something about her that drew me in.

As I watched Julia hurry into the kitchen, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of intrigue. Who was this young woman, and what was she doing here? I knew I needed to find out, but for now, I was content to simply watch her, to admire her beauty and her charm.

“Did you bring the baby monitor up from the lounge?” Ellie asked, rolling back the duvet. I nodded, feeling a sense of relief. “Yeah, I did.” Ellie smiled and patted the bed. “Good, I was worried it might be missing.” I smiled and climbed into bed, feeling a sense of contentment. As I looked over at Ellie, I knew that I was a lucky man. I had a beautiful wife, a beautiful home, and a sense of happiness that I’d never known before.

I stepped out of the shower, feeling the cool air of the house on my skin. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist, just as the doorbell rang. I checked the time – I’d been in the shower for 10 minutes. I opened the door to find Julia standing there, smiling.

“Hello, Mister Derrick,” she said. “I’m a little early. My mum dropped me off on her way to work.” She looked adorable, wearing a short denim skirt, a yellow tube top, and yellow flip flops. Green bikini straps were visible coming out of her top.

“It’s fine,” I said. “Come on in.” I stepped aside, trying to play it cool. As she walked in, I couldn’t help but notice the way her body moved under her clothes. Jack appeared on the stairs above, and Julia called out to him, “Hey, big boy!” I froze for a moment, then realized she was talking to my son.

“Right, well, I’m going to go get dressed,” I said. “Before this towel slips and…” I trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence. Julia interrupted me, “Mister Derrick, I just wanted to thank you for having me back after last time. I’m really sorry…” I cut her off, not wanting to hear the rest.

“It’s fine,” I said. “Just seemed odd that you were watching the news at the time. Who gets off watching the news?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Julia’s response baffled me, but I nodded and headed up the stairs. Jack was on his way down, and I realized that a framed picture of me and Ellie was on the wall in the lounge, to the left of the television.

No, that couldn’t be. I turned and looked down the stairs, and Julia was holding Jack and looking up at me. She winked, and then walked away. Holy fuck, I thought to myself. The babysitter was into my wife – I mean, fair enough, my wife is a damn fine woman. But Julia was so young. Or was she? I think Ellie told me she was in her twenties, and she said to me on the phone she didn’t have a boyfriend. No fucking wonder.

I pulled on a pair of shorts and grabbed a t-shirt from the dresser. I wanted to call Ellie and tell her, but she’d just call me a child and hang up. Plus, she’s in meetings and wouldn’t want me calling to make jokes. I headed downstairs and grabbed a pair of flip flops from the shoe rack near the door.

As I walked into the kitchen, I saw that Jack was in his high chair, munching on fruit. I waved the flip flops at Julia, “Following your lead in fashion,” I joked. She smiled and shook her head, “I look forward to you next opening the door in a skirt,” she said. I couldn’t help but smile, and we started to flirt.

“That could be the next step you know,” she teased. “I mean, first there was the erection, then the towel.” I laughed, feeling a little more at ease. She seemed to be over the embarrassment of it all now, and I realized that she must have been thinking, ‘yeah, but I’d rather walk in on your wife with her hand down her pants’.

The thought of that sent a rush through my mind, and I knew I had to get out of there before I stood before her with another hard-on. “Well, I shouldn’t be long. See you soon,” I said, trying to sound casual.

“Bye,” she replied, and I headed out the door, feeling a little more confused than before.

I got back to the house about an hour and a half later, and new gym equipment had been delivered. There’d been a fuck-up, and after 10 minutes on the phone to the supplier, I’d arranged the exchange for tomorrow.

I walked through the house, but couldn’t see anyone. I walked through to the kitchen and saw that they were both out in the pool. Without a second thought, I walked through to the garden. Jack was splashing in the shallow end, while Julia swam towards him, pretending to be a shark.

It was nice watching Jack scream in fear and laugh at the same time. I’d have to remember to rent ‘Jaws’ for him in a few years. Julia’s skirt, top, and flip flops were in a pile next to the chair, and her body cut through the water. When she popped out of the water, she looked unbelievable in her green bikini.

Her breasts were huge, and Jack noticed me and turned to look. Julia followed his gaze, and I could see the spark in her eye. I dunno what she was thinking, but she wasn’t shy. I guess lesbians aren’t.

“Hi,” she called, wiping water from her nose. “Hey there,” I called back. “How’s he been?” I asked. “A babe as always,” she replied. She took Jack’s hand and led him out of the water, her boobs hanging from her body, the bikini top stuck to her like wet paper.

“Aren’t you a sight to come home to,” I said, trying to sound casual. I didn’t really care at this point in flirtation or barriers – she could take it. I realized that in the kitchen earlier, she’d only been embarrassed when Ellie was around.

“Sorry, Jack wanted to paddle. And it is a beautiful day,” she replied. Jack had already wandered inside, and she smiled and went after him. I turned and caught sight of her ass cheeks poking out from underneath the bikini bottoms. What I wouldn’t give to have Ellie here right now, in her bikini.

Because she wouldn’t be in it for that long before I dragged her up the stairs. Hell, I’d have fucked her right here in the pool. I went back into the house and followed the wet footprints through the kitchen and into the hallway.

They trailed up the stairs, and I muttered, “Jesus.” I called out, “Julia, should’ve sorted towels before jumping in the pool.” Jack came charging out of the bathroom, naked as the day he was born and giggling. He ran into his room, and then Julia came out after him.

“Sorry!” She called as she jogged past. I heard Jack’s cry of laughter as she caught him, and I poked my head into the room. I saw them wrestling, and Jack grabbed her top and pulled, exposing a breast.

I didn’t know where to look, but I chose to stare right at the damn thing. Her pink nipple was small and erect, and she tried to cover it with her hand but Jack was pulling and she needed her hand to stop herself from face-planting the floor.

“Jack,” I said. He quickly stopped, and she managed to tuck herself back in. “Thanks,” she said awkwardly. “I’m sorry for looking,” I told her. “I’m at my desk if you need anything, down the hall,” I said, leaving the scene.

Oh god, wait until Ellie hears about this, I thought to myself.

Thirty minutes had passed since the phone call to Ellie, and I was still reeling from the conversation about Julia’s possible attraction to her. “Really?” Ellie had asked, amusement lacing her voice. “You sure about this?” I shot back, “Yes, I am.” We chatted for a bit longer before I hung up and returned to working on the financial plan for my gym buddy.

Just as I was focusing on the numbers, Julia knocked on the door and poked her head in, holding up a bottled water. I waved her in, and my eyes dropped back to the screen as she made her way to my desk. She was now clad only in a towel, which was precariously perched at the back of her waist. I tried to maintain a professional demeanor, but my gaze kept drifting back to her.

“Jack okay?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. “Yeah, he’s fine,” Julia replied, “He was a bit sulky after his swim, but he’s dozed off now.” I nodded sympathetically, but my eyes were drawn to the way her towel was slipping down her hip.

As she leaned against the desk, trying to sit on the edge, she lost her grip on the towel, and it fell to the floor. I felt a surge of excitement at the sight of her bare body, but I tried to compose myself. “Just have a bad day, huh?” I said, trying to sound sympathetic. Julia burst out laughing, and I couldn’t help but be drawn to her infectious smile.

As she bent over to pick up the towel, I caught a glimpse of her bare ass, and my mind racing with forbidden thoughts. I knew I had to be careful – I couldn’t afford to jeopardize my marriage or my friendship with Ellie. But Julia’s smile and her playful demeanor had me hooked.

As she stood up, I caught her eye, and she smiled knowingly. “I guess I won’t be back here for a while,” she said, her expression serious. I chuckled and replied, “Are you kidding? You’re amazing with Jack.” Julia’s expression changed, and she asked, “She knew about that?” I nodded, and she smiled, “Guess I can get away with it then.” With that, she winked and walked out of the room, leaving me feeling breathless.

I sat there for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. But before I could gather my thoughts, I heard a sound behind me. I turned to see Julia standing in the doorway, wearing only her denim skirt. My heart skipped a beat as I realized I was still sitting in my office, with a hard-on that wouldn’t quit.

“Julia,” I said, trying to sound calm, but my voice came out hoarse. She smiled, and I knew I was in trouble. “Hope you don’t mind,” she said, her voice husky, “but my bikini is drying in the sun.” I nodded, trying to play it cool, but my eyes were fixed on her bare legs.

As I opened a kitchen drawer to look for a take-away menu, I caught a glimpse of her legs, and I knew I was in trouble. I tried to focus on the task at hand, but my mind kept wandering back to Julia’s bare body. And then it hit me – if her bikini was drying outside, she wasn’t wearing underwear.

I sneaked a glance over at her, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw her sitting on a bar-stool, leaning against the counter, with her legs open wide. I felt a surge of excitement, mixed with a dash of guilt. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, but I couldn’t help myself.

“You better be wet,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Julia smiled, and I knew I was in trouble. I moved in fast, kissing her hard on the mouth, and she moaned, her body responding to mine. I knew I was about to cross a line, but I couldn’t help myself.

I pulled her body closer to mine, and my hands were on her hips, pulling her closer. I sat her on the kitchen counter, and my mouth went straight for her nipples. She tilted her head back, moaning loudly, and I knew I was lost.

“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice muffled against her skin. “I couldn’t help myself.” Julia’s eyes locked onto mine, and I knew I was in trouble. I held her wrists behind her back, and my other hand guided my cock to her entrance. I pushed inside of her, and she cried out, her head tipped back, and her eyes stayed on the ceiling.

I built a rhythm, my eyes locked onto hers, and I knew I was in trouble. I was about to do something that would change everything. But I couldn’t stop myself. I was lost in the moment, my body responding to Julia’s, and I knew I was about to cross a line that would never be uncrossed.

I fucked her hard, my body responding to hers, and I knew I was in trouble. I felt a surge of excitement, mixed with a dash of guilt. But I couldn’t stop myself. I was lost in the moment, my body responding to Julia’s, and I knew I was about to cross a line that would never be uncrossed.

As I exploded inside of her, I felt a sense of release, mixed with a dash of guilt. I knew I had crossed a line, and I wasn’t sure if I could ever go back. But as I looked into Julia’s eyes, I knew I was in trouble. I had done something that would change everything, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for the consequences.

“Well played,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Julia smiled, and I knew I was in trouble. She hopped off the counter, removing her top and skirt, and walked outside to put on her bikini. I watched her go, feeling a sense of trepidation. I knew I had crossed a line, and I wasn’t sure if I could ever go back.

As I looked out the window, I saw Julia emerge from the pool, looking like a Bond girl. I felt a surge of excitement, mixed with a dash of guilt. I knew I had done something that would change everything, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for the consequences.

“Better go and get Jack,” Julia said, her voice husky. I nodded, trying to play it cool, but my eyes were fixed on her. I knew I was in trouble, and I wasn’t sure if I could ever go back.

As I watched her leave the kitchen, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of trepidation. I had crossed a line, and I wasn’t sure if I could ever go back. But as I looked out the window, I saw Julia emerge from the pool, looking like a Bond girl, and I knew I was in trouble.

And as I sat there, trying to process what had just happened, I knew I was in trouble. I had crossed a line, and I wasn’t sure if I could ever go back. But as I looked into Julia’s eyes, I knew I was lost.