One day my wife left for work as usual and the babysitter was watching our year old son. I got off work early that day and traffic was excellent, it t...ok me only a few minutes to get home. I must have arrived at home no more than 20 minutes after my wife left. I walked into the house to find the babysitter lying on the bed, bottle feeding our son. I startled her a little; but quietly told her to continue feeding him as he was starting to fall asleep. As she lay with him next to her I decided to. Visualizing her slender fingers sudsing her smooth skin excited me. Longings stirred within me as I watched her snuggled in her bed at night. She would get hot and kick her covers off, exposing her long legs. Her nightshirt would bunch up around her hips, giving me a peek at her panties. My mind was once again muddled and confused.We each had boyfriends, relationships, breakups, but my relationships became oddly intertwined with hers. I didn't see the pattern at the time, of course. She would. But suddenly he jerked! I opened my eyes and could see pool guy behind him. He had his hand on Paul’s butt and was fingering his hole. Paul kind of jerked again when Pool Guy worked a finger into him but resumed pumping me, hardly missing a beat.For me, I was in heaven. Having a climax during sex is very nice but these rolling waves of ecstasy were a whole new high. Meanwhile pool guy is still working behind Paul. He has produced a tube of lube from somewhere and from the little I can. Yes, I was worried about laser beams! Listen to me! That’s tinfoil hat talk, that is! But I needed to tell Mel what was up, which I ended up doing in a quaint old tearoom I’d never set foot in in my life. I figured a public place would not be bugged and I could keep an eye on people overhearing us. We left our phones in the car, which freaked Mel out. But she did understand, after I’d told her how I had been asked to be a spy.“It makes sense now,” she said, finally breaking off a corner of her.