The thought was both exciting and embarrassing, and it made my whole body feel hot. My god, he was fucking her so hard, and she moaned and twisted and fucked him back, her breasts swaying beneath her, her hair falling over her face. He was close to coming, I could hear it in his voice, and then he whispered it, "Fuck! I'm gonna come!"

and he pulled out of her pussy, leaving it wet and gaping as he began to shoot hot, white spurts of cum all over her ass.

She moaned and rolled her hips like she liked the feel of it running down the crack of her ass, through the wet, pink cleft of her pussy, and I couldn't hold back anymore, hearing him cum, watching waves of it erupting from the thick head of his cock, and I was coming, too, right there on the couch, my hips bucking and twisting, my whole body trembling.

Feeling guilty again, I quickly pulled my jeans up and turned off the movie. I watched MTV and fell asleep on the couch until they got home. I couldn't even look at him when they paid me. But I do remember, the next week when I went to babysit, he asked me, "Did you like the movies we rented last week?" I froze and blinked at him and he winked. "I noticed you didn't rewind them." Ah, the days before DVDs. VCR tapes told tales.

Meekly, I apologized, but my whole body flushed at the hot look in his eyes. He was about to say something, but his wife came in and he didn't have the opportunity. I knew, then, that he'd imagined me doing just what I did on his couch that night, and the thought made me wet. They didn't leave any porn this time, but I didn't need it. I stretched out on the couch and touched myself again that night, remembering the way he looked at me…