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I got to be honest, having sex with an eighteen year old, with a hard tight body and firm upright tits is really a lot of fun while your doing it.

But if you are a married guy with a beautiful, loving wife, and three growing sons, when you finish screwing the baby-sitter, there is bound to be some guilt.

Add the fact that the baby-sitter in question is someone you've known her the entire eighteen years of her life AND she's the daughter of your best friends, and you've not only compounded the guilt, you've multiplied it. And that's where I was.

As soon as I got home from the golf course, the realization of what had happened hit me. My wife had already found out that we had won, she had talked to Tom, my best friend and father to my golf partner/baby-sitter, Rebecca.

When I opened the door, she and the boys met me with a big hug and congratulations.

I prayed I didn't smell like the fucking I had just completed with Rebecca, our baby-sitter who had been my partner in the golf tournament that afternoon. After finishing the rounds of hugs, I grabbed a piece of fried chicken and headed up the back stairs to the master bedroom.

"Where are you headed?" my wife Patty asked.

"Upstairs to shower and change. I am probably pretty ripe."

"That's true. You smell like a cross between a brewery and a compost heap," she joked, rubbing her nose and turn her attention to our sons. "Come on boys, I let you stay up until Daddy got home, but it's bedtime. You can talk to him all you want tomorrow before church."

I went into the bedroom and removed my shirt and shoes. I took off my pants and as I was bent over I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

There were red marks on my shoulders where Rebecca's golf shoes had dug in while I was eating her pussy. 'Eating her pussy' was a thought that triggered a cascade of images and even more guilt.

But in the mirror, my image looked like it was...no I couldn't be...yes I was...smiling. Not a big smile, just a little cat-that-ate-the-canary-grin. A straight line with upturned corners and that mischievous twinkle in my eye. At least my reflection thought I should be proud of myself.

I looked at the rest of the reflection. My chest hair is black and curly with a little gray for distinguished character.

My face had a few lines, reflecting my years of scowling at students who failed to reach their potential in an oral answer or written submission.

Once a football player, I was now a middle-aged college professor leading the middle-class life, with the exception that I just that afternoon, fucked the baby-sitter.

I nodded at my mirrored self and allowed a little bit bigger grin. I looked a little goofy, standing there in just the short black golf socks I favor.

I don't wear underwear, I am a dyed-in-wool freeballer. I slipped the socks off and took a good hard look, trying to be objective. I couldn't see anything remarkable about my physique with the exception of my cock. It was just a little bigger than average and thick.

I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't know why Rebecca had given her virginity to me, but I owed it to her to respect it and not become someone different.

I shouldn't make her feel like she had done something wrong.

I went into the shower and scrubbed up completely. I took my time, the cascading water loosened my aching muscles and opened my pores completely.

I finished off with a healthy dose of cold water to close those pores up again and stepped out of the shower. After toweling off, I went back into the bedroom only to see my wife on the bed, wearing nothing at all except a big grin.

Even after three kids and more than twenty years of marriage, my wife looked sexy. She had a little extra weight, her breasts had lost their youthful She and I were perfectly suited for each other.

I was a little shocked to see that she was lying on top of the covers, Patty prefers the lights to be out and to be under the sheets when our infrequent love making occurs.

But looking at her on that bed, laying on her side, her legs arranged to keep her modesty and her lovely breasts open to my gaze, I surprised myself by showing the beginnings of a hardon.

I slid up the bed until I was even with her, and mimicked her pose.

"Why Miss Patricia, look at you laying there, all resplendent in your skin. You look like a naughty girl who needs some attention." She giggled in answer.

I leaned over and kissed her. I loved kissing her. After a long kiss, filled with passion and flitting tongues, I moved my mouth to her neck, flicking my tongue up and down on her neck, touching all of those spots that really get her going.

I sucked on her earlobe, breathing slowly into her ear. I let my tongue explore her ear, doing the dance to her ear that I would repeat later with her clit.

She responded like she always did, by becoming sanguine in her relaxation. I knew that we would now make love on my schedule.

I was only an hour or so removed from sex with an eighteen year old and I was being called upon to fulfill my wedding promise to my wife. This was going to take a good long time.

I rolled her onto her stomach and threw my leg over her hips to give her a back rub. I started on her shoulders, kneading and rubbing the muscles that connected them to her neck.

I dug my thumbs into her traps, working the striations from origin to insertion. Then I use soft pressure from my fingertips to work the muscles of her neck and then rubbed her scalp and reached around to give her a facial massage.

She was purring and moaning. I moved down, rubbing the shoulders even deeper, until I could feel her tension falling away. Under my haunches, I could feel the tensions of her lower back and ass begin to ease too.

I rubbed each arm separately, terminating with a hand and finger massage. I moved my straddle lower, allowing me access to her middle and lower back.

This also put my cock in the crack of her ass. That sensation, my cock laying in the cleft of her ass, was all the bugle call it needed to rise to attention.

As I rubbed her back, again working the long fibers of the muscles, my cock rubbed up and down the crack of her ass, bringing me immense pleasure too.

Twenty years of marriage and her ass had always remained taboo. But my cock didn't know that. My cock loved being nestled into the taboo crevice.

I moved even lower, rubbing her ass, her thighs, her calves and her feet. She slowly melted away, almost catatonic in her relaxation.

I purposely didn't touch her in a sexual way. I wanted this to last a long time for her. This would be the beginning of my penance for my infidelity.

I returned my attentions to her ass. I worked the mass of each globe with a firm hand, digging the thumbs and long fingers in for maximum effect.

As I worked each side, I would occasionally let a finger tip or thumb caress her ass crack and drift down to the fragrant folds of her pussy.