A taboo threesome fantasy with the perfect suburban couple.

I never imagined a simple babysitting gig would end with my thighs shaking and my name moaned like a prayer.

Jane and Tom were regulars—suburban, polished, a little too perfect. I watched their kids now and then while they slipped away for dinner dates and PTA galas. But that night, something felt different the moment they got home. Jane’s lipstick was smudged, and Tom’s tie was undone, like they’d already been playing with fire before even walking through the door.

“Come on,” Jane purred, tossing her keys with a smirk. “We’ll give you a ride home.”

I didn’t question it. The kids were asleep. My shift was over. But the tension in the car was thick—hot, electric. Tom’s hand rested on Jane’s thigh while she kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror, her eyes holding mine a little too long.

“You did such a good job tonight,” Jane said, her voice dipping into something darker. “We’ve been talking about how to properly thank you.”

Tom pulled over without a word, killing the engine as silence blanketed the car. Jane twisted in her seat, her eyes devouring me. “Would you like a real thank you, Evelyn? One you’ll feel for days?”

I nodded—of course I did. The heat between my legs had been growing the moment Jane started eyeing me like a meal.

She climbed into the back, her fingers brushing my cheek before pulling me into a kiss that made my toes curl. Her tongue danced with mine, slow and teasing, while Tom’s hand crept along my thigh. I gasped as his fingers slipped under my jeans.

Jane helped unbutton my shirt, freeing my breasts to the cool air and the heat of her mouth.

She kissed her way down, her lips wrapping around my nipple, flicking and sucking until my hips rolled forward. Tom was already stroking himself, hard and heavy, eyes locked on the show. When he pushed inside me, I cried out—needy, aching. Jane didn’t stop. Her mouth moved lower, her tongue pressing against my clit with devilish rhythm.

Every flick of her tongue sent waves through me. Every thrust from Tom had me gasping her name. And when I came, it was with Jane’s mouth on me and Tom’s hands gripping my hips like he couldn’t get enough.

When it was over, Jane didn’t miss a drop. She licked Tom clean while locking eyes with me, her lips curling into a knowing grin.

Babysitting might pay the bills, but that night? That was payment I’d take again and again.

You never know when being a good girl gets you the dirtiest rewards. Tell me… what secret scenario have you been dreaming about?