The Peanut Butter Babysitter
Copyright© 2004 by MarkStory
Chapter 11
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Jim and Aimee have a chance meeting over a jar of peanut butter. In the beginning, he's a married father, she's a college student. That chance meeting in a grocery store, and the coincidence that follows, will change their lives (and others' lives)! I brought this story back to life in late 2025, more than 20 years after I first started writing it.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Polygamy/Polyamory Masturbation Oral Sex Babysitter Slow
The door clicked shut behind Jim, and for a moment the house held the silence like a held breath. Then the heat of it all rose up Beth’s spine -- anticipation, nerves, hunger, all wrapped into one warm ache.
Aimee stood in the foyer staring after the closed door, hands fidgeting with her hem.
Beth moved toward her, slow but certain.
“We should...” Beth swallowed, then steadied herself. “We should get ready.”
Aimee looked up, cheeks flushed. “Ready how?”
“Nothing dramatic,” Beth said softly. “Just ... shower. Separately I mean. Put on something cozy. We don’t have to be trying too hard. Let’s be on our bed when he gets back.” Her voice softened. “We don’t have to start with anything big. Just ... be together. Do what seems right. Let it feel easy.”
Aimee exhaled -- shaky, relieved. “Yeah. I like that.”
They walked up the stairs together in a comfortable silence.
In the hallway, Beth leaned in for a kiss, a soft warm brush of mouths that said: We’re okay. This is real. This is happening.
As they pulled apart, Beth’s lips drifted to Aimee’s ear.
“And Aimee?” she whispered, breath warm against her skin.
Aimee froze, pulse visible in her throat.
“Don’t wear anything underneath your clothes,” Beth murmured. “I’m not going to.”
Aimee’s inhale was sharp and helpless. “Okay,” she breathed. “Okay.”
They parted for their separate showers with one more lingering kiss -- the kind that left Beth gripping the doorframe for balance.
I drove faster than I meant to. Not recklessly -- just with purpose, like my whole body was tuned toward one point in space.
Home.
The moment I stepped inside, the quiet felt charged. Lights low. Upstairs soft with movement.
I took the stairs two at a time.
Our bedroom door was slightly cracked -- enough for me to see shadows shifting softly against lamplight.
I pushed it open.
Aimee and Beth sat together on the bed, knees touching, hands stroking each other’s arm. They kissed slow and softly, still in their pajama pants and tank tops, nothing frantic, nothing showy. Just two people leaning into each other because, for once, they didn’t have to hide.
I watched them for a moment -- really watched them -- and felt something warm settle in my chest. Aimee, all freckles and soft lines, her short brown hair falling into her eyes even now, had this gentle spark about her, like she didn’t realize how bright she was. And Beth, with her longer, wavy chestnut hair and that quiet confidence she carried even when she was off the clock, had a glow of her own, a steadier one.
Side by side, they looked so different and yet so unmistakably connected. The way they leaned toward each other made the contrast feel intentional. Beth was a little taller, nearly twenty years older, her body fuller where Aimee’s was slimmer and more angular -- and somehow they still fit together as if the space between them had been waiting for exactly this shape.
I wasn’t comparing them in a way that made one outshine the other. It was more like noticing two kinds of beauty in the same room -- Aimee’s quick, youthful warmth and Beth’s deeper, more mature calm. And the truth was simple: I was drawn equally to both of them. Drawn to the way they fit together, and to the way they made space for me too, without saying a word.
They broke apart when I stepped inside -- but not out of guilt.
Just to look at me.
“Hi,” Beth breathed, flushed and beautiful.
“Welcome home,” Aimee whispered.
The sight of them there -- warm, open, unafraid -- nearly put me on my knees.
Beth slid her fingers through Aimee’s hair once more, then looked at me with a soft command in her voice.
“Shower,” she said. “We did.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Together?”
Aimee’s laughter wobbled. Beth nudged her shoulder.
“No,” Beth said. “Not yet.”
They both smiled in that same quiet, wicked way that made my pulse spike.
I showered quickly -- the fastest of my life -- and when I came back into the room, towel around my waist, everything inside me stuttered to a halt. I stopped at the corner of the bed, my brain trying to process what I was seeing.
They’d shifted positions on the bed. Beth, now topless, was fully prone. They were kissing, Aimee half on top of her, her hand on Beth’s stomach, fingers brushing up against the underside of her breasts. Beth’s legs were quivering, thighs pressing against each other.
Their kissing had deepened, but the room still felt like a sanctuary, not a movie set.
They broke their kiss, Aimee sliding her lips down Beth’s neck, and Beth held out a hand toward me.
“Come here,” she said, voice low but steady.
I crossed the room, my heart hammering in my ribs like it was trying to break free. When I reached the side of the bed, both women reached for me at once -- Beth’s fingers brushing my wrist, Aimee’s palm soft against my stomach, both touches intimate.
I sat on the edge of the bed, facing them.
“Last chance to say no,” I murmured.
Beth shook her head immediately. Aimee swallowed hard, but her voice was clear. “I’m yes. I’m ... really yes.”
My voice dropped. “All right. Then we’re all choosing this.”
Beth ran her thumb along Aimee’s rib, grounding her. Aimee leaned into it, trembling but wanting.
I took a slow breath, sliding up on the other side of Beth, opposite Aimee. She pulled me in for a long deep kiss, her tongue slipping out to touch mine. I heard Aimee exhale explosively, felt her breath on my ear from inches away.
We broke the kiss, and Beth smiled. “Your turn now,” she said, turning her head to Aimee. “Kiss him. Kiss my husband.”
My heart thudded in my chest as I turned to Aimee, her bright blue eyes staring back at me. Her face was full of emotion, but excitement was what I saw most of all in her eyes. She moved her face towards mine and our lips met. We kissed warmly and softly, inches away from Beth’s face. Beth made a low sound in her throat, her hand sliding up my bare, damp back. “Yessss,” she hissed.
We took a few more turns kissing each other. Me and Beth, Aimee and Beth, me and Aimee. I moved a hand to Beth’s chest, fondling her nipples. My cock lurched beneath my towel when my fingers collided with Aimee’s, both of us making Beth squirm with delight.
As they continued to kiss, I lowered my head to Beth’s chest and licked and sucked at her nipples, her hand roaming over my ass, my back, my thighs. Aimee moved into a straddling position over Beth’s legs, and instinctively, my hand moved up the backs of her legs and to her ass. She moaned as I touched her like this for the first time in front of my wife, and Beth leaned around to see what I was doing. “Yes, Jim, yes! Touch her, touch me, kiss me, lick me, oh god all of it, yes.”
I squeezed Aimee’s cheeks, feeling the heat beneath the thin pajama pants, and couldn’t help making an observation. “Fuck, Aimee, you’re so warm, I think you forgot a layer of clothing or something.”
She pulled her lips away from Beth’s and moaned, pushing her ass back into my hand. “It’s not my fault, your wife told me we weren’t wearing panties,” she said, as my hand continued sliding over her cheeks.
I looked at Beth and raised my eyebrows. “Really? You told her that?” I asked, my cock throbbing at the idea.
Beth just winked at me, and I moved my hand around Aimee’s body to Beth’s legs, pushing my fingers between her thighs. Her warmth made it obvious that yeah, she wasn’t wearing anything under her pants, either, and she moaned as I touched her.
Aimee slid a little forward over Beth’s body and my hand moved a little backwards, and then suddenly my knuckles were pressing against Aimee’s warmth, too. “Ohmygod,” she moaned, feeling my hand come into contact with her heat, pressing against me. “Oh that feels so good,” she said, leaning back down to kiss Beth some more.
I touched both of them as they kissed, one hand trapped between their warmth, my other still stroking and tweaking Beth’s nipples. She broke the kiss with Aimee and grabbed my head, pulling me in for a deep kiss, tongues swirling together, her hand in my hair. She turned my face to the side and whispered in my ear, low and throaty: “I want to make her feel really good. I want us to drive her crazy!”
Jim’s eyes lit up with excitement, and Beth got even hotter. She kissed Aimee one more time and then, between her and Jim, they maneuvered her to a kneeling position on the bed, as Beth sat up next to her. She glanced at Jim, and they each grabbed one side of her tank top, pulling it off, tossing it to the floor.
Beth’s eyes widened as Aimee’s bare breasts came into view, smaller than hers, but tight and high on her chest in a way only youth can allow. Beth lowered her head to one, Jim to the other, and Aimee moaned with pleasure. She put one hand on the back of each of their heads, and Beth licked and sucked her hard little nipple, occasionally turning her head to make out with Jim for a few seconds, then right back to Aimee’s breast.
Beth slid her hand down Aimee’s soft, smooth belly, intending to slip her fingers between Aimee’s thighs. Her own pussy throbbed -- absolutely, positively throbbed -- when her fingers bumped into her husband’s, already down there. Beth turned her head and looked at him, and he made room for her between Aimee’s thighs, both of their hands, both of their mouths, working Aimee into an absolute frenzy.
Moaning almost constantly with pleasure now, Aimee offered absolutely no resistance when they eased her back down onto the bed. Jim and Beth reached for her waistband, and -- as Jim winked -- they pulled her pants down and off. Aimee’s pussy came into view, lips pink and glistening in the low light, her pubic hair just a neat strip above.
Beth looked at Jim and licked her lips, and he nodded. Beth repositioned herself between Aimee’s thighs as she gasped “Beth -- are you going to -- ohmygod you are --” and then looked up as Jim cut her off, his mouth over hers, his hands on her tits.
Beth gave a few licks up her soft thighs as she looked at Aimee’s beautiful pussy. She had a moment of wondering if she’d remember how to do this -- it had been over a decade since she’d been in this position. But the moment Beth slid up and moved her tongue over Aimee’s folds for the first time, it was like she’d been doing this daily for years. Aimee was sweet and tasty and so responsive, her gasps and moans around Jim’s mouth driving Beth crazy.
Beth didn’t tease her too much, figuring she was already on the precipice, not wanting to torture her. Beth’s tongue slid up Aimee’s puffy lips on each side, tasting her, feeling her hips push back. She licked and kissed around Aimee’s clit at first, not directly on it, though she could feel it was already throbbing. Beth slid her tongue down between Aimee’s labia, thrusting inside her, feeling her get even wetter, if that was possible.
She was gasping now, Jim’s lips fastened around a nipple, his hand playing with the other one. His other hand slid down her body and met Beth’s at Aimee’s thigh, and they held hands as Beth ate her.
“Beth -- oh fuck Beth -- oh Jim -- oh my god oh my god!” Aimee gasped.
Beth slid her mouth up to Aimee’s clit and fastened her lips around it, teasing it with her tongue, and that sent Aimee over the edge, her whole body thrusting off the bed, Jim having to work to stay attached to her tits.
“Fuck -- oh fuck you two oh my god this is the hottest fucking thing I could ever -- ohgod it’s happening -- oh god oh god oh GOD” she exclaimed as her pussy throbbed on Beth’s mouth and her juices covered Beth’s face, her hips thrusting.
Beth licked her slowly as she came down from her orgasm, and then she felt Jim tap her shoulder. With a lusty grin on his face she hadn’t seen in years, he mouthed, “Move -- my turn!”
Beth slid out from between Aimee’s wet thighs and Jim took her place, diving in without any preamble, making the still dazed Aimee nearly leap off the bed.
“WHAT -- oh god I can’t -- Jim are you really -- OH GOD!”
Beth moved up Aimee’s body, licking each nipple for a few seconds before moving her mouth to Aimee’s. She could barely kiss Aimee, who was breaking the kiss every few seconds for a gasp or a moan or an “ohmygod,” so Beth settled for licking her neck and chest and nipples while she watched her husband eat Aimee.
The phrase bounced through her mind again. She watched her husband eat Aimee. As she tongued and licked Aimee’s nipple, Beth looked down her torso and watched her husband busily lick this young woman. Beth’s pussy throbbed as she watched his lips and tongue move over her wetness, making her gasp with pleasure. She knew firsthand how good he was at this act, even if it had receded into the background for them in recent years. But watching him, seeing the glint in his eyes every time he glanced up at her, Beth felt nothing but excitement and pride that this night had finally gotten here. The absurdity of it all rolled over her for a minute, but as she examined her feelings -- there was nothing negative.
Beth left Aimee’s body and slid her hand down Jim’s flank, finding the overlap of the towel, pulling it off his body. He moaned into Aimee’s pussy as she slid her hand underneath him, fingers finding his cock. He was unsurprisingly as hard as steel, and Beth stroked him gently, loving the feel of his warmth in her hand.
Aimee glanced up to see what Beth was doing. “Oh god, is he hard?”
“He sure fucking is,” she said, continuing to stroke him. “As soon as he makes you come, I’ll show you!”
“Oh my god, oh fucking god,” Aimee said, as Jim continued to eat her, Beth continued to stroke Jim, her other hand pressing against the crotch of her pants. Beth could feel her own warmth, her own wetness, and her moans added to the others in the room.
Aimee’s second orgasm burst over her a minute later, her hips thrusting into Jim’s face as her head rolled around on the bed. She pushed his head away weakly, “No more, no more.”
Jim raised his head from between her thighs and looked at Beth, and she immediately pressed her mouth to his, kissing him deeply, her tongue invading his mouth. He tasted so good, tasted like the essence of Aimee, and Beth chased that essence all over his face, licking his beard, his lips, his cheeks. All the while, her hand was still stroking his cock under his body.
Beth broke the kiss and looked at him, the wild expression in his eyes mirroring hers. The room was thick with lust, and she needed more.
“Come up here,” she said, tugging at his cock. “Come up here and kneel next to Aimee’s face. “I’m going to show her how I suck your cock.”
Beth grinned as she heard Aimee and Jim in stereo, perfectly in sync. “Fuccccckkkkkkkk!”
He slid up on his knees on the bed, next to Aimee, his leg pressed up against her side. She reached out and stroked his thigh, not touching his cock or balls, but not far. Jim’s cock was as hard as it could get, throbbing, the head purplish-red.
Beth scooted in front of him, her hand gently encircling his dick. “Fuck, Beth. This is so fucking hot, I’m not going to make it long,” he groaned.
She smiled. “I’m not worried about that, sweetie. We have all night.”
Jim moaned with pleasure as Beth kept stroking him lightly, moving up to where her face was only inches from his cock, her hot breath on his skin. Aimee propped herself up slightly, her eyes locked on his dick.
Beth lowered her face to him, kissing the sides of his shaft, tongue slipping out to wet his throbbing dick. Jim looked down at her, moaning with pleasure, his moans increasing in volume when her mouth slipped over the head of his cock.
“Bettthhhhh, ohmygod, Beth...”
Her head bobbed up and down his cock, as Aimee watched, wide-eyed. Without losing the rhythm, Beth grabbed Aimee’s hand and moved it to Jim’s cock, at the base of his shaft. He moaned loudly as he felt Aimee’s fingers encircle him, stroking him.
“That’s ... ohmygod ... that’s so fucking hot ... I can’t ... it’s so close...”
Beth sucked him harder, Aimee stroked him harder, and Jim moaned as his orgasm slammed over him, his cock pulsing in Beth’s mouth as Aimee stroked and squeezed him, the two of them draining everything he had to give.
My over-sensitive cock slipped from Beth’s mouth and Aimee’s grasp, and I sat back on my haunches, heart still pounding in my chest, balls still pleasantly aching. Beth pulled Aimee up and kissed her, and Aimee’s eyes widened as she moaned into Beth’s mouth. I don’t know if Beth was sharing my come with her, or Aimee was just tasting the remnants, but either way, my cock pulsed as if to say “yeah, we’re not done yet.”
Aimee broke the kiss and looked at me. “Don’t you think your wife needs to lose her pants?” and my cock throbbed again as I nodded vigorously.
All three of us laughing with delight, Aimee and I eased Beth down on her back. She lifted her ass to allow us to pull her pants off, and Aimee’s eyes locked onto her pussy. Beth’s pubic hair was thicker than Aimee’s, in a somewhat unruly oval above her sex.
I watched, amazed at this whole night, as Aimee quickly positioned herself between Beth’s spread thighs. I could see that Beth’s lips were absolutely soaked, her pussy glistening in the low light of the room. Aimee dove right in, no hesitation at all, and Beth groaned loudly as she, for the first time tonight, got some direct stimulation.
I moved my face to Beth’s, kissing her deeply. An echo of my own taste was in her mouth, but I didn’t care. We made out frantically, Beth moaning as Aimee worked on her pussy. I moved my mouth to Beth’s neck, kissing and licking at her collarbone, as she clutched at me with one hand and ran her other through Aimee’s hair. I glanced down and saw Beth’s thighs were as spread as far as they could go, Aimee’s mouth busily working up and down Beth’s pussy.
“She’s -- oh god -- she’s fucking eating me, Jim. She’s eating me,” Beth exclaimed. “And it’s so good, it’s so fucking good.”
“I know she is, baby. All of this so fucking hot,” I said, as she pulled my face back up to hers with a kiss.
“Oh god,” she exclaimed, as Aimee moved her lips up higher and worked on her clit. “Oh god,” she repeated, shoving my head lower. “Oh god, suck my tits while she eats my pussy, fuck I’m so hot right now, oh god!”
I slid my face down her body, moving my mouth to her full breasts, sucking and licking at her nipples, which were stiff against my tongue.
“Oh! That’s so good, Jim. Fuck, that’s good, Aimee. Oh god, oh god this is so good, fuck Aimee you’re going to make me come all over your face, holy fuck,” Beth was babbling almost constantly now, a sex flush spreading from her neck and face down over her upper chest.
Mimicking what I’d done with Beth earlier, I moved one hand down and intertwined my fingers with Aimee’s, who clutched back at my fingers and moaned into Beth’s pussy.
“Oh -- oh yeah right there don’t stop Aimee oh god oh god don’t ever stop oh fuck oh fuck,” Beth cried out as she came, her hips pushing up at Aimee’s mouth, her hand clutching my head, pressing it tighter to her breast.
Aimee kept going, kept pushing through the aftershocks of Beth’s orgasm, and Beth kept moaning and babbling with pleasure. “Ohmygod oh I think I can again -- oh my god oh fuck oh fuck Aimee, this is so good. I can’t wait to see my husband fuck your little pussy, oh my god!” she cried out.
Aimee, hearing this, clutched my hand even tighter and moaned something like “oh god” around Beth’s pussy. I felt my dick throb, coming back to life.
Beth’s second orgasm was, if anything, even louder and stronger than the first one, as her body writhed with pleasure on the bed. She pushed Aimee’s head out and closed her thighs, protesting. “No more, oh god I’ll die, no more.”
Aimee knelt up on the bed, her face slick and wet (with my wife’s lubrication, my brain reminded me). I pulled her in for a kiss, tasting the essence of Beth all over her face and on her tongue, and my cock swelled back to full size. Aimee glanced down and noticed, stroking me lightly while we kissed, straddling Beth’s thigh.
We kissed for a couple of minutes while she touched me, and then I moaned into her mouth when I felt Beth’s hand join hers on my dick. “Mmmm...” she said. “Seems like Jim is ready to fuck. Are you ready, Aimee?” she asked.
Aimee moaned enthusiastically into my mouth.
We moved around on the bed, Beth guiding us into position with gentle touches, all of us just kind of understanding that the first time would be missionary. I moved between Aimee’s smooth thighs and my head swam with pleasure as Beth took me in hand. She gently tugged me closer to Aimee’s pussy, and the younger girl and I moaned as Beth slid my cock head between Aimee’s lips.
“How ... how long has it been, since ... this?” Beth asked, and my heart skipped a beat, knowing the true answer.
“Um, last summer,” Aimee lied, smoothly. “Before I met you guys.”
Beth nodded. “Be gentle with her, Jim,” she said, still guiding my cock along Aimee’s labia, and then finally notching me at her entrance, moving her hand away.
Aimee and I both moaned with pleasure as my cock head slipped inside her. She was so tight and hot and wet, and the first half of my dick slipped into her easily. Beth had crouched next to us, watching our joining from up close. “That is the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” she breathed. “Oh my god, you guys look so hot. Fuck her, Jim.”
I pushed forward, then backed up a bit, then forward. My cock slid easily into Aimee, her channel so lubricated from this insane night. In and out, in and out, until I was fully inside her, my balls resting against her. Aimee lifted her legs and locked them around my ass, like she had done in Portsmouth, and Beth gasped. “Oh yeah. Fuck, do that.”
I started moving in and out of Aimee, her hands grasping at me, her legs pulling me in deeper. Beth, it seemed like, was everywhere. Popping up on her knees to kiss me, then lowering back down to kiss Aimee, her hands touching, stroking, caressing each of us.
I lowered myself onto Aimee and kissed her as we fucked, our breath coming in short gasps. My cock slid easily in and out of Aimee, her wet heat clutching at me, surrounding me. Beth’s hands slithered between us, tweaking Aimee’s nipples, then mine, then moving lower. I felt Aimee’s pussy actually throb when Beth pushed her fingers over Aimee’s clit. My own cock pulsed when Beth slipped her two fingers apart into a “V”, pushing along each side of my cock shaft.
Beth kept sliding those two fingers back and forth at the spot where Aimee and I were connected. Slipping easily through our combined lubrication, putting pressure on Aimee’s clit and my shaft almost simultaneously, and I felt my control start to slip a little bit.