Written and Directed by Whitney Wright.
Starring Khloe Kapri and Tommy Pistol, anal sex.
From Whitney: This story is inspired missed connections post that I stumbled upon. It was titled “You used tobabysit my kids…” The post went on to say: “…and whenever we said goodnight, you would look at me over my wife’s shoulder as if youwished that she was the one leaving and you were the one that I would be going to bed with. I always wondered what would have happened if either of us had said something or made amove…
…Is it too late now?”
When you’ve been married for ten years, you’ve got a brand new little one, and your business isn’t kicking off quite like you’ve expected, tension is normal, right? I try to tell myself that as my wife, Whitney Wright, is nagging me about getting a job. She doesn’t realize that me and my partner’s craft beer business is just months from kicking off. We landed 3 chain grocery deals, we’re investing in production, and then all we’ve got to do is promote it and collect. It sounds simple, but it’s not.. and to be honest with you, it would be nice to have a supportive partner. I consider all of this as Khloe walks into the kitchen. Khloe’s our babysitter, and she’s so beautiful that it’s difficult to make eye contact with her. I feel just like a schoolboy around her, and I swear to God that she flirts with me at times. She makes me feel like a man. Every man should feel like the Kind of his household, he’s appreciated, necessary– it’s an instinct in every man that’s primal. I watch Khloe walking out the door and my heart drops. I won’t see her until next week. She turns around and smiles at me, right before she closes the door. She’s like a vulnerable little bird, I feel like her father figure. I want to protect her, to make sure she’s going to be alright in the real world. She’s just an eighteen year old girl, but she wears these womanly little mini dresses that show off her perky little ass, yes– she’s so innocent and sweet, but I believe she bends over just to show me. She’ll peek her head over her shoulder when she does it, she wants me to see just how perfect her ass is. She has her way to make me dream about the dirty girl inside that’s begging to break free. I could teach her tight little– “TOMMY!” My wife calls me from the bedroom, “Tommy! To-mmy!”, her voice is like nails on a chalkboard, it knocks me out of my fantasy and makes my dick go limp. It’s all okay. It’s alright to dream about Khloe so long as I don’t act on it