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I have shared this story privately with friends over the years (sounds like a Penthouse Forum). I can even imagine the sides of my computer screen getting wavy as the pictures in my head recollect that evening...
As a k**, I was never afraid of work (I'm proud to say that even today). I made most of my money working at the local mall as a stock boy in a small store. Eventually, I became a sales clerk and, although I hated retail, I loved the cash. I also cut several lawns on the side and that was great cash money for a k**. At s*******n I got a job babysitting (k** sitting) three or four nights a month for this friendly couple that my parents knew. What my parents didn't know was that thew were into some neat “alternative-lifestyle” stuff.
A virgin, I was also pretty naïve, but I should have known early on. I didn't have a car when I started, so one or the other would pick me up and take me home from sitting. When she drove me, I would get the standard questions like, “Do you have a girlfriend?” or “What do you and your girl friends do for fun?” Honestly, it's pretty innocent stuff -taken alone.
A bit younger than my parents, they were a professional couple in their late thirties/early forties. He was a thin man with a long bushy beard. I always admired how cheerful and confident he was. His wife was just as nice, she was a full figured woman with thick curly hair. More so, she had the most enormous breasts. I loved seeing her in all her outfits-T-shirts, sweaters, blouses, dresses- I secretly loved looking at her in every way. And, when she wore heals, I hard a hard time not glaring. Thinking back on it just now, she must have known what she was dong to me.
Each day he went to work and she went back to school seeking a second degree in nursing. They were pretty well off financially and liked to go out... a lot. That was great for me. The k**s were well behaved and I usually got some studying done after they were off to bed. When I had nothing to do I was encouraged to watch TV in the only room in their house that had one: their bedroom. It was pretty sweet. They were one of the first on their street to have this new thing called “cable.” I could watch uncut movies until my eyes turned into two television shaped blocks.
Sometimes their bed was made and sometimes is wasn't. A neat freak, I usually straitened the sheets and pulled the covers down so I could comfortably watch the screen. On one occasion, I pulled up the covers and saw a box sticking out from under the bed. It was marked “Body Massager” but was clearly a vibrator. Nothing too fancy- just a clean white shaft with a tapered end. I picked it out and flipped the switch on the bottom. It hummed in my hand. Remembering the words on the box, I immediately placed it on my neck. I turned it off and placed it back under the bed. The box didn't easily fit so I peeked under the bed to get a better look. There, in a full and open shoe box storing bunches of opened letters.
I pulled the box out and looked in. Some where just plain letters; others contained cassette tapes. However, almost all contained nude photographs of people of all shapes and sizes. Some were singles but most were of couples. After a few exciting minutes I read and realized that they were into this strange thing called “wife-swapping!” On the other side of the bed was another box with a few pictures and an open box of condoms. After a while, I put everything back as neatly as I could. Inexperienced, I did steal a condom for some “private practice” when I had a few moments alone.
It was a great spring. I was saving for a car, got into a college for the fall and continued to work steadily at all my jobs. Occasionally, I would hang out with my buds and tell the lies that we all tell at that age. I also continued to sit for this couple for the remainder of the school year and then into the hot summer. I now made it a practice of bringing my portable-cassette-player “a walkman” with me to listen to some of the tapes found under the bed. Most were of guys and couples masturbating to the pictures my couple had exchanged with them. Yes, it was an education.
One night I heard them come in the front door from an early dinner night. I turned off the TV and made my way downstairs. I gave them the usual rundown of the night and passed on a few phone messages. I was still being driven back and forth to my house. This particular night, she volunteered to take me home. About half way to my house she casually said to me, “Did you remember to put away my dildo?” I'm glad it was dark in the car because I must have turned a bright shade of red. I paused for a moment and simply said, “yes.” I was glad when we finally pulled into my driveway. I said goodnight and got out of the car.
I thought, "Well that's it for that." I was so wrong. More to come...
As a k**, I was never afraid of work (I'm proud to say that even today). I made most of my money working at the local mall as a stock boy in a small store. Eventually, I became a sales clerk and, although I hated retail, I loved the cash. I also cut several lawns on the side and that was great cash money for a k**. At s*******n I got a job babysitting (k** sitting) three or four nights a month for this friendly couple that my parents knew. What my parents didn't know was that thew were into some neat “alternative-lifestyle” stuff.
A virgin, I was also pretty naïve, but I should have known early on. I didn't have a car when I started, so one or the other would pick me up and take me home from sitting. When she drove me, I would get the standard questions like, “Do you have a girlfriend?” or “What do you and your girl friends do for fun?” Honestly, it's pretty innocent stuff -taken alone.
A bit younger than my parents, they were a professional couple in their late thirties/early forties. He was a thin man with a long bushy beard. I always admired how cheerful and confident he was. His wife was just as nice, she was a full figured woman with thick curly hair. More so, she had the most enormous breasts. I loved seeing her in all her outfits-T-shirts, sweaters, blouses, dresses- I secretly loved looking at her in every way. And, when she wore heals, I hard a hard time not glaring. Thinking back on it just now, she must have known what she was dong to me.
Each day he went to work and she went back to school seeking a second degree in nursing. They were pretty well off financially and liked to go out... a lot. That was great for me. The k**s were well behaved and I usually got some studying done after they were off to bed. When I had nothing to do I was encouraged to watch TV in the only room in their house that had one: their bedroom. It was pretty sweet. They were one of the first on their street to have this new thing called “cable.” I could watch uncut movies until my eyes turned into two television shaped blocks.
Sometimes their bed was made and sometimes is wasn't. A neat freak, I usually straitened the sheets and pulled the covers down so I could comfortably watch the screen. On one occasion, I pulled up the covers and saw a box sticking out from under the bed. It was marked “Body Massager” but was clearly a vibrator. Nothing too fancy- just a clean white shaft with a tapered end. I picked it out and flipped the switch on the bottom. It hummed in my hand. Remembering the words on the box, I immediately placed it on my neck. I turned it off and placed it back under the bed. The box didn't easily fit so I peeked under the bed to get a better look. There, in a full and open shoe box storing bunches of opened letters.
I pulled the box out and looked in. Some where just plain letters; others contained cassette tapes. However, almost all contained nude photographs of people of all shapes and sizes. Some were singles but most were of couples. After a few exciting minutes I read and realized that they were into this strange thing called “wife-swapping!” On the other side of the bed was another box with a few pictures and an open box of condoms. After a while, I put everything back as neatly as I could. Inexperienced, I did steal a condom for some “private practice” when I had a few moments alone.
It was a great spring. I was saving for a car, got into a college for the fall and continued to work steadily at all my jobs. Occasionally, I would hang out with my buds and tell the lies that we all tell at that age. I also continued to sit for this couple for the remainder of the school year and then into the hot summer. I now made it a practice of bringing my portable-cassette-player “a walkman” with me to listen to some of the tapes found under the bed. Most were of guys and couples masturbating to the pictures my couple had exchanged with them. Yes, it was an education.
One night I heard them come in the front door from an early dinner night. I turned off the TV and made my way downstairs. I gave them the usual rundown of the night and passed on a few phone messages. I was still being driven back and forth to my house. This particular night, she volunteered to take me home. About half way to my house she casually said to me, “Did you remember to put away my dildo?” I'm glad it was dark in the car because I must have turned a bright shade of red. I paused for a moment and simply said, “yes.” I was glad when we finally pulled into my driveway. I said goodnight and got out of the car.
I thought, "Well that's it for that." I was so wrong. More to come...
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