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What A Babysitter! - Part 2
🕑 Added 2022-07-29 12:51:57 +0000 UTCWarning - (R - Rated)
The sound of the phone finally managed to pull Mark out of his deep slumber. He glanced at the clock. It read 6 o’clock. Could something be wrong with Betty? He picked up the receiver. “Good Morning sweetie, I just wanted to make sure that you were up. Remember to take a shower and wash your hair.
You need to be dressed and over here by 6:30 so I can do your hair and makeup before the mothers arrived.” The sound of Sylvia’s voice reminded him that he was still wearing a bra and pantyhose. It scared him that his cleavage looked so real. “I’m going back to bed.”
“You know if a marriage ends within the first year, you have to return all the wedding presents. I’ll see you in thirty minutes!” He knew that he was going to find some way for that bitch to pay and still save his marriage. But he did not have time to think about it now. Reluctantly, he pulled himself off the bed and went into the bathroom.
He unhooked the bra and watched the inserts fall to the floor. As he wiggled out of the pantyhose, he noted that they were almost as much trouble to take off as put on. He added the underwear to the soaking water in the sink. The warm water of the shower did revive him. He decided to use Betty’s shampoo and conditioner on his hair as well as her body wash.
He was awake when he stepped out but still had little energy. He suddenly realized that he had gone a whole day without eating. He did not have time to worry about that now. Back in the bedroom, he opened the bag of underwear. Everything was lavender today except for the tan pantyhose. He decided that he did not really need the gaff. So he pulled on the panties and pantyhose. With difficulty, he managed to finally get the bra hooked in the back.
He retrieved the inserts from the bathroom. He slipped the dress over his head and buttoned the front. It was already twenty-five after, so he stepped into the pumps and headed down the stairs. Peggy answered the door. “Sylvia’s in the bathroom waiting for you.” He headed down the hallway as she went back to the kitchen. As he reached the door, his hunger was becoming overwhelming. “Sylvia, I realized that I did not eat at all yesterday.” “Fortunately for you, Peggy’s fixing us breakfast. Let me get to work on your hair.” She started to work with a brush and blow drier.
She used the same style as the previous day with purple barrettes. Just as she appeared to be done she suddenly whacked him across the back of the legs. With only the protection of pantyhose, the pain was so sharp that he gave an involuntary yelp. “We don’t have time for you to be screwing around. You didn’t put your gaff on.” He looked down at his crotch. How could she tell? He could not see any signs. “If I can tell, then the mothers can tell.
I can’t let you fuck up my business!” She reached into the closet and pulled out another gaff. She threw it at him. He managed to get his arms up in time to catch it. “Can I trust you to get them on or am I going to have to dress you every day?”
He quickly nodded. “I’m going to cool off for a few minutes.” After she left the room he rushed to get the pantyhose and panties off so he could put the gaff on. For some reason, he found it scary to see her so angry. He found some sense of security to have the gaff in place. He made sure that he was completely flat.
He was pulling the pantyhose up when she reentered the room. Without a word, she went to work on his face. She started by applying a white cream which she then washed off. Then she rubbed in a pink liquid. Finally, she applied the same makeup that she had used on Monday. When she finished, she looked at her watch. “We barely have time for breakfast now.
Eventually, you are going to have to do all this yourself without forgetting anything. Then you’ll be ready to work when you get here.” She glared at him as if expecting a negative response. He decided against it. He was ready to eat and he had felt enough pain already. She led the way to the kitchen. He was a little disappointed to see breakfast. There were three large glasses on the table. He was hopping for something a little more substantial. Sylvia handed him one of the glasses. He tried to keep his tone cheerful. “What’s this?”
“It’s a high-energy drink. It contains fruit, vegetables, milk, and juices plus some additional vitamins and supplements. It doesn’t look like much, but it’s all you need.” He took a sip. To his surprise, it tasted good. Of course, at this moment anything would taste good. He took several more gulps. “It’s delicious!” “I’ll make sure that Betty gets the recipe.” What had he done? The last thing in the world that he wanted was Sylvia talking to his wife.
He took another drink. While they were having breakfast, Peggy showed him the procedure for warming formula. He helped her get the first feeding ready. Sylvia went to the front to await the arrival of the babies. After everything was warming, Mark went to make sure that everyone had a dry diaper. By now changing diapers was a mechanical process for him. He did not even have to think about it. He was even getting used to the smell.
Even though his legs were becoming accustomed to standing in the high-heeled pumps he really relished feeding time, being able to sit with a warm baby in his arms. The satisfying gurgle of the little ones when they were done gave him a contented feeling. He was getting used to gaff. The periodic pains that had assaulted his groin were gone. The vibration during feeding seemed to still be there, but that only added to his contentment. He found himself thinking more and more about how a woman must feel to nurse a baby.
He also seemed to have come to grips with the sexual arousal that seem to build throughout the day. Although by afternoon he found himself looking forward to his wife’s return from San Francisco that evening. Once again there was no time to relax. With five babies to look after there was constantly someone who needed something. He was surprised that the breakfast seemed to last so that he did not get hungry during the day. He also found himself admiring Peggy’s abilities to handle babies in any situation.
He had to admit that he had never taken the time to learn anything about her. As the day finally began to wind down after the last feeding Mark kept a close watch on the clock. Betty usually got home from the airport around seven. He sure did not want her to catch him in a dress. At 5:30 there was only one baby left to be picked up. “Sylvia, could I please go?” “I appreciate that you asked. Your attitude was much approved today.
You did a wonderful job with the babies. Are you sure you don’t want to work for me full time?” “I’m quite happy at the auto shop, thank you.” “Okay, it was never my intention to make you lose your job. Mary should be here any minute.
Stay until Willie is picked up. We can talk about next week.” He had no intention of being back next week, but there was no reason to tell her that. “It’s just that Betty is due home tonight.” “And you want to have supper ready for her?” “Well, no!” “You really should you know. She works awfully hard. Those business trips wear on her.” “I just don’t want to be in a dress when she gets home!” Sylvia was about to say something, then thought better. “Help Peggy finish washing the bottles and then you can go.” Relieved, he went to the kitchen to find Peggy about halfway done washing.
He picked up a towel and started drying. It turned out that Willie was long gone by the time they were finished. It was already 6:15. Sylvia was waiting at the door. “On Monday you need to be here at 6.” ‘Not on your life,’ he thought. “I’ve got some ideas about cutting down on the time that it takes you to get ready. Also, we’ll get you started on doing your own makeup. If everything works out, you shouldn’t have to come so early.” Mark leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you for everything.
I can sure use the extra money.” Sylvia beamed. As he expected, he was out the door before she could recover. Now he had almost a week to outwit the little bitch. Mark was thinking about how great his boxer shorts felt when he heard the garage door open. “Hello honey, I’m home. He looked at the clock. It was only 6:45. His purple flower dress lay on the bed. There were female undergarments strewed across the floor. He quickly grabbed everything and stuffed it in the bottom drawer.
He was just able to straighten up when she entered the bedroom rolling a suitcase behind her. She was a good-looking woman when her makeup was done with silky brown hair. She could not be called well endowed, but her clothes hid that fact. She stopped and let go of the suitcase when she saw him. A big grin spread across her face. Her eyes darted up and down his body. For several moments she could not decide what to say. “Well, you’ve been busy.
You shaved your body.” “I’ve been getting grease in the hair on my arms and legs.” It was a lame excuse, but he could not think of anything else. He had not had time to prepare for this meeting. She smiled broadly again. “And your chest.” He blushed. She stepped toward him and gently rubbed his chest lingering at the breast. “Don’t be embarrassed. I think you look sexy.” The sexual tension that had been building all day suddenly intensified. She kissed him hard on the lips.
When they parted, she murmured, “I like your lipstick!” He almost fell over. He had completely forgotten about his makeup. His face felt like it would be forever red. “I, I” She kissed him again. “Let me get changed. I feel like I’ve been in these clothes forever. I’m tired. I think that I’ll just put on my nightgown. Should I get you one?” He shook his head as she disappeared into the bathroom. His mind was racing. He had spent the last two days to keep his wife from finding out that he was playing around. Now she thought that he was turning into a flaming drag queen.
Why was she being so calm about this? What should he do now? Suddenly things were too complicated. He heard the water in the shower go on. He started to pull on a pair of shorts. Then he looked down at his legs. He changed to jeans. He added a long-sleeved sports shirt. He went downstairs and plopped onto the couch. He tried to think but he had a headache. He laid back and fell asleep. A wet feeling on his ear woke him up. His eyes opened. Betty was seated next to him. She had on his favorite red nightgown. It showed off what little breasts she had and only went down to her thighs. He did not understand. His world was turned upside down. She was never aggressive.
It sometimes took hours for him to get her aroused. Now she was licking his ear. He sat up. “Are you ready for bed?” He had never seen that look in her eyes. “What about supper?” “Are you going to fix something?” “I’m too tired and I have a bit of headache.” “Me too. How about ordering a Pizza?” “The usual.” “Sure.” He went to the telephone in the kitchen and ordered a pizza. His wife took a couple of beers from the refrigerator. As he lowered the phone, she handed him a pill. “What’s this?” “A Midol for your headache!” Was she trying to rub it in?
No, she seemed to be sincere. He went to the sink for a glass of water. Then he took the pill. When he returned to the living she had already drained at least a fourth of her beer. There was some movie on the TV. She was lying with her back at one end of the couch. He sat down at the other end. The couch was short enough that with her foot she could rub his bare arm, sliding the sleeve up and down. He had been aroused too much of this day. Still, he was very uncomfortable. It was not that he did not enjoy sex with his wife.
He would fuck just about any woman with pleasure. But he was used to being in charge. Suddenly he seemed to have no control over his life. Finally, the pizza arrived. Betty had finished her beer and was now curled up next to him. She had his shirt unbuttoned and her hand was fondling his breast. When the doorbell rang, he almost leaped to his feet. Much longer and he would not be able to answer the door. Betty went after another beer while he paid the deliveryman. Back in the living room, he realized that he had no idea what was showing on the TV.
His wife quickly down a piece of pizza and finished off her second beer. He had finished his beer and was working on his second piece. She was kissing his chest and neck. He had reached his limit. “Let’s go to bed!” They left the pizza box on the coffee table and almost rushed up the stairs. She was now kissing him on the lips making it difficult to traverse the steps. At the bed, she pulled off his shirt and started on his belt buckle. As she unzipped the zipper, she was pressing him against the bed. He fell onto his back. She was pulling at the jeans and then his shorts.
Then she almost paused as she slowly slid her panties off onto the floor. He had never felt so aroused, but she was totally in charge. She slowly slid across his body stopping to lick his nipples which were surprisingly sensitive. Then she moved to his mouth. Then she raised her breast to his lips. He sucked and licked the nipple for all he was worth, then the other side. Then she straddled his face with her legs, lowering herself to the waiting tongue.
She seemed to stay there for the longest time being satisfied over and over again. Meanwhile, he was sticking straight up, almost begging for some kind of release. Finally, she lowered her groin to meet his rod. For almost five minutes she moved her hips like a crazed woman. Then suddenly it was over as she rolled over onto her side. His groin still yearned for more, but she kissed him on the lips and then snuggled up beside him. He was completely exhausted, but sleep would not come. He could not make sense of what was happening.
This was probably one of the few times since the honeymoon that they had sex during the week. It was certainly the first time that Betty had been on top. He still had a faint sense of arousal which had seemed to plague him for the last two days.
Once again the phone ringing awakened Mark. A huge picture of Sylvia flashed in his brain. Then the ringing stopped and he fell back asleep. The next thing he knew he was being kissed on the lips. Betty was standing over him. She was wearing a pink suit with a frilly white blouse. She had on that coral lipstick that he admired with a touch of blush and eye shadow. He remembered what had attracted him that first night in the casino. “Sylvia called.
I made you one of those breakfast drinks that you like.” Suddenly he was wide awake and sat up. “What did she say?” “Just that you had been helping out with her daycare for the past two days. I think that is so sweet. We have talked about having a family, but I was worried that you weren’t really serious. This shows that you really would be a great father.” He wanted more detail. Had Sylvia mentioned how he was dressed, what he had done for her, and most importantly why he was helping?
At the same time, he was afraid to probe too much. What if he inadvertently told her more than she already knew, better to keep silent? She leaned over and kissed him again. “Well, I have to be going. Have a good day.” He watched her leave. He tried to go back to sleep, but his mind was racing again. He sat up. He could not seem to straighten things out in his mind. His headache was back. The breakfast drink was sitting on the end table.
He slowly drank. He went to the bathroom for aspirin. All he could find was Midol. Damn! Why did he never do the shopping? He chased the pill with the rest of his breakfast. He returned to the bathroom. In the mirror, he saw the remains of his makeup and curly hair. At least his face was still smooth.
He did not have to shave, but he sure needed a shower. The warm water felt good on his aching muscles. He felt good as stepped out of the stall until he looked in the mirror again. There were still slight traces of makeup. Well, he had scrubbed as hard as he could. Hopefully, no one would notice. His hair was a little tamer, although some curl remained.
He tried pulling his comb through his hair, but it was hopeless. He resorted to Betty’s brush. Returning to the bedroom he went to the closet. He put on his short-sleeved worksheet with the auto shop logo above the pocket. When he saw his arms, he almost switched to a long-sleeved shirt, but that was not good when working on cars. Besides, Harry would not like him to be out of uniform.
At least his blue pants covered up his legs. Since he had already eaten breakfast, he was ready early. He went down to the living room to flick on the TV. He mindlessly watched the screen as his mind replayed the last two days. When it was time to go, he went to the bathroom for one more pass of the brush. He was chagrined to see that most of the curl had returned. Harry Huggins was a bulky man with huge hairy arms. His chest was hairy also which everyone knew since he never buttoned his shirt all the way. To say that he was a man’s man was an understatement.
Thus, Mark was a little apprehensive about work. He tried to sneak through the office to the garage, but Harry was also observant. “Hey Mark, get over here.” Two of the mechanics, Billy Hobbs and Frank Richards were also standing by the front counter when he walked up. Harry gave him a long stare. The other two men were grinning. “What’s with the arms and hair?”
He knew these men would never go for the excuse that he had tried on Betty. But then every excuse that he had thought of was lame. “I’ve been getting hot lately.” “So you let your hair grow?” “I just haven’t made it to a barber.” For some reason, Sylvia’s warning suddenly popped into his head. He wished that he had never met that woman. “Well, you helped me make a decision. You can fill the coffee order this morning.” “What about Doris?” Doris Long was the only female who worked at the shop.
Al though with her short hair and rail thin figure, it was sometimes hard to remember her sex. Besides, she wore the same uniform as everyone else and tried to spend as much time in the garage as possible despite the fact that Harry had made her responsible for the office. “She’s on vacation this week. I just decided that you can cover the office for her for the rest of the week.” “I was supposed to help Billy with a brake job this morning!” “He can get along without you.
Here’s the coffee order.” It did not hit him until he walked through the door that the diner where they always got coffee was the same place where Sara worked. She was behind the counter when he walked in. She repressed a chuckle when she saw him. “You look pretty this morning. Was it something that I did?” He wanted to scream out ‘yes!’, but he replied meekly, “I don’t know what you mean!” She continued to smile knowingly.
“What can I get you?” “I need 7 coffees, 4 with cream and sugar.” “So you after Doris’s job.” He responded louder than necessary, “no!” Then he calmed himself. “She’s on vacation this week.” Sara continued to glance his way as she filled the order. He shifted uncomfortably on one of the stools. “So have you decided about next month?” She smiled. “I think that you better forget about next month!” He felt like he had been hit in the stomach.
He was extremely happy when he was able to head back to the shop. After he had passed out the coffees, Harry motioned him over to the big metal desk that he used in the back room. “You need to cover the cash register. Since you work on weekends that should be no problem for you. Just make sure that nobody takes his or her car without paying the bill. You also need to file the invoices. I also have this stack of invoices from Monday and Tuesday.
I was going to wait until Doris got back, but filing should be right down your alley.” Mark had to sit all day at a small desk behind the main counter. The filing did not take long. Occasionally, he got to talk to customers as they left or pick up their cars. Harry asked him to call a couple of suppliers and mail off some checks. He was being treated like a secretary. Around noon he was sent back to the diner for lunch orders. Fortunately, Sara was busy, so Helen waited on him. Even though she was almost as pretty as Sara, he could not bring himself to flirt.
He glumly sat and drank a coke while the food was being prepared. After he had passed out the food, he was eating a cheeseburger and fries at his desk. Harry brought another stack of letters to be mailed. “Shouldn’t you be eating a salad, darling? Can’t let your figure go!” His boss had been making similar snide remarks all day. He paused in front of Mark as if expecting a response. Mark sure wanted to respond, but he bit his tongue.
Besides he did not know what to say. “Can you use a computer?” “Not really. Why?” “No reason!” Mark endured a long boring afternoon. Even though it was a hell of a lot more work, he almost missed tending babies. The first two days of the week had certainly gone by faster. Finally, the day ended and he could go home. As usual, he got home before Betty. Normally he would take a shower, but no need for that today.
