“Baby...” Kamila, my wife of five years moaned. But not in the way I wanted her to moan as I wrapped my arms around her body. My lisp planting soft kisses along her neck. Her moan was one that I was used too every time I tried to make an advance on her. Our son, Louis, was born three years ago and since then sex has happened less than the holidays.

Admittedly she did have a pretty horrific time giving birth to Louis. She went through struggles with her body but for the past year now she has a new lease of life. Well I thought she has, taking care of herself again and going to the gym including other classes.

However, like many times before, I’m getting the cold shower.

“Please baby.” I plead with her as I run my hands over her body. Hoping for all hope that I can get her in the mood. Softly kissing her neck as I caress her body against me.

“I ... we don’t have time...” she said in an excuse. We had plenty of time before our date night.

Once a month we hire a babysitter and go out on a date. It’s a chance for us to be alone and rekindle what we had. Only on odd occasions it ends with sex but I’m trying my luck just now.

“We have plenty of time baby, just let me take care of you...” she wasn’t fighting it like she normally did. Her hand was on my arm as my own moved down her torso towards her leggings covered lower half.

“Oh James ... I’m not sure...” It’s like she was so used to saying that she didn’t actually know what she wanted. I kept going though. My fingers slipped into the waist band of her leggings. Squeezing in and under her panties. My fingers passed through the small tuft of pubic area and found what I wanted.

“Mmmmm James...” she groaned as I felt her melt into me. I had her. She was going to be like putty in my hands and I was going to fuck her. I pressed my hardening cock against her small ass as I gently massaged her pussy. My fingers teasing around her clit and trailing up the slit of her wet pussy.

“Oohh James be gentle with me, take care of me baby...” her hand curled up and cupped my head as I planted soft kisses down her neck and along her shoulder. My hard cock now strained between us. Ready to be unleashed and get the attention it so badly craves.

With my fingers teasing around her pussy I could feel the slickness of her arousal. That’s it’s baby, get nice and wet I said to myself. Her hand was now reaching behind us and searching for my pants. I created the room as her fingers teased the outline of my cock.

Just as her hand slipped into my pants the one thing that could ruin this moment happened. Louis was crying. Without a second thought or hesitation, Kamila ran to him.

“Great!” I huffed as I sank onto the edge of the bed.

I get it that mothers want to protect their children but Kamila took the prize. She’s a great nurturing mother but by god she needs to let the kid be a kid. I fear the first time he says he hates her or hell brings a girlfriend home to replace her. With a deep sulk, I grabbed my phone and headed to the bathroom. I knew the moment was long gone and she wouldn’t return. Well only return to get ready. As I did most days, I watched some porn and jacked off.

About an hour later I was sitting on the sofa flicking through my phone, dealing with some work business when the door went. Kamila was still getting ready and as ever cutting it fine for our dinner reservations.

“Good evening Mr Yates.” The young, admittedly beautiful face of our babysitter, Harper, greeted me.

“Hello Harper, please come in.” I stood back from the door and let the attractive blonde in. Harper has been our babysitter for a few months now. The girl before got a full time job and a few hours once a month wasn’t cutting it. Harper on the other hand was more than happy with the extra cash now and again. Admittedly I had a soft spot for her so I often paid her extra.

Harper was a college student and had not long turned nineteen. She was a short girl, the top of her head just about my upper chest height. Her light blonde hair was often in a single braid behind her head. It seemed she rarely wore any make up and I don’t think she needed any. She had a very naturally beautiful youthful face. Her big blues eyes and bright smile was always a joy to see. That and her very modest chest, more than a handful I would say. She always wore some sort of tight top which made them pop more and show off plenty of cleavage. The tight jeans she always wore as well complimented her ass perfectly.

“Excited for you date night?” She asked politely as she came in.

“As always, it’s nice to get out and treat the wife.” I told her but in truth, since Harper had started working for us the thought of taking her out has crossed my mind.