The house was quiet, the kind of silence that settles after a long day. I sat on the couch, the soft hum of the TV barely breaking the stillness. My wife was out of town for the weekend, and I was left to manage things on my own. The kids were in bed, finally asleep after what felt like hours of endless questions and demands. I had just settled into a rhythm when the doorbell rang.

I glanced at the clock. It was later than I expected anyone to be dropping by. With a sigh, I stood up and made my way to the door. Through the peephole, I saw her standing there, our babysitter, Emily. She looked different tonight, dressed in a tight, low-cut blouse and a skirt that seemed shorter than usual. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her lips were painted a deep red.

I opened the door, trying to keep my surprise from showing. "Emily? Everything okay?"

She smiled, a slow, deliberate smile that sent a shiver down my spine. "Yeah, everything's fine. I just finished up with some errands and thought I'd drop by to check on the kids."

"They're already asleep," I said, stepping aside to let her in. "But thanks for coming by."

She walked past me, her perfume filling the air with a heady mix of florals and something darker, more intoxicating. I closed the door behind her and turned to find her leaning against the wall, her eyes locked on mine. There was something in her gaze that made my heart race.

"Actually," she said, her voice low and sultry, "I came by for another reason."

I swallowed hard, feeling the tension between us thicken. "Oh? What's that?"

She took a step closer, her body brushing against mine as she moved. "I wanted to see you," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "Alone."

My mind raced, torn between shock and a strange, undeniable excitement. "Emily, I don't think this is a good idea."

She laughed softly, a sound that was both playful and dangerous. "Why not? Your wife's out of town, and we're both adults. Besides, I know how much you want this."

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. How did she know? I hadn't even admitted it to myself. But there it was, the truth laid bare, and I couldn't deny it any longer.

Before I could respond, she reached up and ran her fingers along the edge of my jaw, her touch electrifying. "Don't worry," she murmured, "I won't tell anyone. This can just be our little secret."

Her hand slid lower, tracing the line of my neck before dipping beneath the collar of my shirt. I shivered at her touch, my resolve crumbling under the weight of her seduction.

"Emily..." I started, but she cut me off with a kiss, her lips pressing against mine with a hunger that left no room for doubt.

Her tongue slipped between my lips, exploring, tasting, and I was lost. My hands found their way to her hips, pulling her closer until there was no space between us. Her body was warm and pliant against mine, and I could feel the heat radiating from her core.

When she pulled back, her eyes were dark with desire. "You want me," she said, her voice a husky whisper. "I can feel it."

I nodded, unable to form words. The truth was written all over my face, and she knew it.

"Good," she purred, her fingers trailing down to the button of my jeans. "Because I want you too."

With a deft flick of her wrist, she undid my jeans, her hand slipping inside to wrap around my hardening cock. I gasped at the sensation, the feel of her hand so familiar yet so forbidden.

"Emily, wait," I managed to say, though my voice was shaky. "We shouldn't do this."

She looked up at me, her eyes blazing with determination. "Why not? We both want it. Why should we stop ourselves?"

I hesitated, the guilt warring with the desire burning through me. But then she leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear as she spoke.

"Besides," she whispered, "we don't have to use a condom. I'm clean, and I trust you."

The words hit me like a sledgehammer. No condom. The thought of being inside her raw, without the barrier of latex, sent a jolt of adrenaline through my veins. It had been years since I'd done that, and the idea of it now, with her, was intoxicating.

"Are you sure?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. "Absolutely. I want you, all of you."

With that, she dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands working my jeans down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, my cock springing free, already throbbing with need.

Emily wasted no time, wrapping her lips around the head of my dick and taking me deep into her mouth. The sensation was electric, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as she bobbed her head up and down. I groaned, my hands tangling in her hair as I guided her movements.

"Fuck, Emily," I muttered, my hips thrusting involuntarily. "You're amazing."

She pulled back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "I aim to please," she said, her voice muffled around my cock...

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