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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story was originally inspired by this fabulous LiveJournal entry. Thanks to my muse Aimee for her inspiration, her inspiration, and the permission to link her journal entry here.

“Come on kids, dad’s got a headache,” I said, good-naturedly. The kids were behaving decently in a public place, for once, and my headache was from the workday, not really from them.
“Bounce bounce bounce,” Ethan, my 4-year-old said, ignoring me completely and hopping up and down inside the basket of the shopping cart I was wheeling around the grocery store. In the seat, his two-and-a-half year old brother, Jake, chewed on a cardboard box of croutons.
“A few more minutes, and we’ll get out of here and get you guys home, okay?” I said.
“Bounce bounce bouncy,” Ethan answered, as Jake drooled all over my coat sleeve.
Sighing, I pushed the cart around the corner onto aisle 4. Glancing at the typed and categorized list in my hand (yes, Beth was that efficient), I headed towards the peanut butter section.
“Daddy I like peanut butter on bread,” Ethan informed me. “That’s nice, Eth,” I said, leaning down to get one of the large Jiffy jars on the lower shelf –
– and with a thunk, knocked my head against another customer who was reaching for the same thing.
“Ugggh,” I said, rubbing my noggin, the peanut butter forgotten. “Sorry about that.”
“Oh, my fault,” my co-conspirator said, and she looked up from the jar in her hand. We made eye contact for the first time, and my throat tightened.
She was absolutely gorgeous, with these deep blue eyes that seemed to be staring right through me. She was a brunette, with short hair, damp like she stepped out of the shower on her way to grocery shop. She had a few drops of coffee along her upper lip, no doubt from the caramel latte she held in her hand. I found myself wanting to lick those drops, and I licked my own upper lip without thinking.
I glanced down at her long legs, encased in a pair of sculpted jeans. Her sweater was tight enough to give a glance at her curves, but not so tight as to be slutty.
And, she was wearing red boots. She looked like the most adorable pixie, or elf, I’d ever seen.
When my gaze met hers again, I realized she’d been checking me out while I did the same to her. This, despite the fact that she had to be nearly fifteen years younger than my 34.
She smiled at me, those startling eyes full of mirth as she realized we’d both been doing a little reconnaissance for the past few seconds. I smiled back, my heart pounding.
Her face reddened, approaching the color of her shoes. She looked away from me quickly and started pulling jars of peanut butter off the shelf, dropping them into her cart.
I watched quizzically, frozen to the spot. Behind me, Jakie was screaming something about “bubbagum,” but I wasn’t really listening.
As my mysterious stranger dumped four, five, eight jars of peanut butter into her cart, I couldn’t resist commenting. “Guess you really like peanut butter, huh?”
“Well, the protein, you know, um,” she said. Her face still pointed at the floor, she wheeled her cart down the aisle and disappeared around the corner.
I chuckled softly to myself and reach for the forgotten peanut butter, grabbing a jar of Peter Pan.
I moved down the next couple of aisles, picking up the items on my ever-so-organized list. I encountered my mystery girl again a few minutes later, when I mistakenly turned down the “feminine products” aisle. Amid the rows of tampons and douches and yeast infection creams, the women, including my friend, scattered and ran. I felt like Moses parting some kind of Red Sea of Y-chromosomes.
The cart got fuller and fuller, the boys crankier and crankier, as I moved through the list. “Did you guys take naps at school today?” I asked, pushing them around the corner to the cookies and crackers aisle.
“No, Daddy. I wasn’t sleepy at naptime,” Ethan answered me. Jake was still chewing on a package of something and ignored me.
I moved down the aisle, looking for the box of “low-fat Cheez-Its” that Beth had on the list. Finding them and dropping them in the cart, I pushed the boys down the aisle. It was here that I made the mistake of pushing them past the rows and rows of packaged cookies. The begging started immediately.
“Daddy we want cookies.”
“Cookies cookies cookies.”
I started to explain things to them, calmly and rationally. “I can only get what your mom put on the list,” I said, waiting for the carts in front of me to move so I could get out of this aisle from hell.
The boys refused to be mollified. “Cookies NOW” became their battle cry, and my headache returned.
Just then, my mystery girl appeared. She reached right past our cart, grabbed four bags of Chewy Chips Ahoy! and put them in her cart, grinning at me the whole time. I shook my head and chuckled, her attitude infectious.
The boys, however, were not amused. “Cookies,” they shrieked in unison, their voices getting louder.
My new friend reached over to our side of the aisle again, grabbing a bag of Oreo DoubleStufs. She then tossed them into the cart, onto Ethan’s lap. He (and Jake, who’s craned around to see what just happened), were instantly silent, gazing up at their newfound friend with adoration in their eyes.
I grinned at her. “You’re bad,” I mouthed silently.
“Wouldn’t you like to know how bad,” she answered impishly, pushing her cart down the aisle. I turned to watch her tight ass and long legs as she receded and then disappeared around the corner.
“Daddy, who is that lady?” Ethan asked me.
“I don’t know, Eth,” I replied. “But she was very nice to give those cookies to you, huh?”
“Oh yeah,” he replied enthusiastically.
We met up with the nice lady several more times, and I proceeded to flirt with her a little. I couldn’t resist getting a flash of those eyes, and I made eye contact with her every chance I got. She seemed to be holding back a bit, probably figuring that a man with two kids is not the best target for a grocery-store pickup. And, she was right.
We got to the frozen foods section, and I was still thinking of her. As I opened the freezer case to pull out a package of mixed veggies, I heard Ethan clapping behind me.
“Yay!” he said, and I turned around to see a package of chocolate Fudgesicles on his lap. My new friend was across the aisle, innocently looking the other way. When she turned back towards us, I waggled my finger at her.
“So that’s how you want to play, huh? Let’s have some fun, boys!”
I pushed the cart over to her side of the aisle and grabbed the first decadent item my eye falls upon, a box of strawberry popsicles. I dropped it into her cart, on top of several jars of peanut butter.
Not to be out done, she raced to the other side and grabbed a package of corn dogs, throwing them into my cart. I laughed, thinking of Beth’s reaction.
We moved down the aisle in unison, dropping items into each other’s carts. The kids squealed with glee as microwave pizzas fall into ours, tiramisu into hers,
The game went on like this. Strawberry cheesecake into ours, whipped cream into hers, on and on until we reach the end of the frozen aisle
At the registers, I watched, bemused, as the cashier rang up junk food and snacks that weren’t anywhere near Beth’s shopping list. I was certain a lot of these items had never been on any list Beth had made.
“Mommy isn’t going to like all this. Oh no, mommy is gonna yell at DADDY,” Ethan said, loud enough for the entire store to hear.
I glanced up, and my mysterious stranger was looking at me again. Her entrancing blue eyes stared right into my soul from over the breath mints and supermarket tabloids.
“She’s gonna kill me,” I mouthed, indicating the snack foods moving down the conveyor with a toss of my head.
“Sorry,” my new friend mouthed back, a wave of sadness flashing over her face
She finished her transaction before we did, and I watched as she wheeled her cart out of the store, and out of my life.
“Come on boys. Let’s get you home.”
That night, I had to endure a lecture from Beth about the things I missed from her grocery list, and the things I’d bought that were nowhere near her list.
”Fudgesicles, Jim? Have you lost your mind? Do you want these kids to spend their childhood at the dentist? I swear, sometimes you just don’t think.”
I tried to tune her out, but we argued for most of the rest of the evening, about grocery shopping, household responsibilities, and picking up the kids from daycare the next day.
In bed that night, Beth continued to lecture me.
“When we agreed that I would go back to work, Jim, you said you’d do your part with the kids and the groceries. I can’t do my job and still be a fulltime housewife, and I want my career back, Jim. Doing a half-assed job on the grocery shopping is just rude, and it’s not going to get you out of doing it in the future.”
“Fine,” I agreed. “I’m sorry. I’ll do a better job in the future. Now, can we please stop talking about this and go to sleep?”
I was really just waiting for Beth to fall asleep, and as soon as she did so, I snuck downstairs to my den, shucked my shorts and boxers down to my ankles, and started stroking my cock. It had been in a state of semi-erectness all evening, every time I thought of my mysterious grocery store friend.
I slowly started jacking off, picturing her naked on her knees in front of me. Her gorgeous blue eyes gazing up at me, her firm breasts bouncing ever so slightly as she licked my cock. I closed my eyes and imagined her soft pink lips kissing my shaft, working around the head ever so gently.
I stroked faster as I imagined her pink glossy lips wrapping around my cock, my dick pushing further and further into her mouth. I imagined her lips and tongue bathing my cock, leaving it slick with her saliva and my own pre-come as she fellated me faster and faster. I pictured her mouth moving up and down my dick with increasing speed, leaving a faint pink ring around the base of my shaft.
“Oh god,” I groaned, fantasizing about her slim fingers caressing my balls. “Here it comes,” I said softly, feeling my orgasm swelling through my groin. My hand was a blur moving across my shaft.
I moaned louder as I erupted in climax, hot white ropes of semen splashing on to my chest, stomach, and pubic area, imagining my mystery girl swallowing every last drop, all the while staring at me with those captivating eyes.
Over the next couple of weeks, I continued to masturbate thinking of her whenever I could get a chance. Eventually, my memories of her started to fade a little bit, though I still saw those sparkling azure eyes in my dreams every few nights.
Towards the end of October, I drove down to Boston for an engineering conference. It was about a two hour drive from our home in southern New Hampshire, but the leaves were changing and the scenery was gorgeous. On the last day of the conference, sick of five straight days of PowerPoint presentations, I skipped the final session and headed home early.
As I pulled into our neighborhood just outside of New London, it wasn’t even four o’clock yet. I figured Beth would be picking up the kids from daycare in another hour or so, and then we’d all go out for pizza or something.
When I pulled up into our driveway, I was puzzled to see a red hatchback parked there. I’d never seen that car before.
As I dragged my suitcase to the front door, I was surprised to see the front door standing open, letting the fresh autumn breeze into the house. I pulled the screen door open.
”Hello?” I called.
“Daddy daddy daddy daddy!” came Ethan’s voice, and he came racing down the hall from the family room, slinging himself into my leg. “You’re home! Did you bring me a present? Did you did you did you?”
“I did, Eth. Hold on a minute and I – "
And suddenly, I stopped speaking. Because in the hallway, holding Jakie on her hip and walking towards me....was her.
My mystery girl.
The girl of the cookies and tiramisu and peanut butter and whipped cream. Smiling at me devilishly, her blue eyes sparkling with mirth.
She looked even better than I remembered, wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a Colby-Sawyer College t-shirt. Her hair was still short and spiky, the bangs falling forth onto her forehead. She set Jake down on the floor and he toddled towards me, wrapping himself around my other leg.
“Daddeeeee!” he shrieked, as my overloaded brain tried to process all this information.
“Wha – how – where – I mean, it’s you – but how?”
She smiled patiently. “Welcome home, Jim. Kids, why don’t you go watch Bob the Builder and let your dad get in the door.”
“Bob bob bob bob,” Ethan said, Jakie following behind, sucking his thumb. The two headed back down the hall to the family room.
I set my suitcase down on the floor of the foyer and shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs, wondering if I’d crossed over into a parallel universe. Was I married to this woman in this reality? I felt my dick throb at the thought.
I shook my head again. “Okay, um – so why? How are you here?”
She smiled at me again, and I felt my knees get weak. “Beth interviewed me last week to baby-sit Jake and Ethan in the afternoons. When I saw the boys, I recognized them right away. And then, of course, I saw your pictures around the house, and I figured it out. Small world, huh?”
“Small world, indeed,” I said. “And, your name is...?”
“Aimee,” she said, spelling it out for me. She extended one graceful hand and I shook it, trying not to imagine how that soft, smooth skin would feel caressing my most delicate areas. I wasn’t entirely successful, and I felt my cock start to swell.
I nodded towards her chest, towards the lettering swelled across her breasts, and then immediately blushed. “So, uh, you’re a student at Colby-Sawyer, huh?”
She nodded. “I’m a junior, a child development major. Your wife posted flyers on campus looking for babysitters, and I jumped at the chance. Jake and Ethan are great kids.”
“They are, no doubt. So um, how long have you been working for Beth – I mean us?”
“I started Monday,” she said brightly, “so this is my third day. Didn’t Beth tell you she’d hired someone?”
“It must have slipped her mind,” I said. “But, I don’t think I would have been prepared even if she had.”
“I guess not,” Aimee said, laughing. “Since you’re home, I guess I’ll head back to campus. Nice to bump into you again – though, not as nice as last time!” she said, winking at me.
Later that night, in bed, Beth apologized for not telling me she’d hired a babysitter. “It’s just that then the kids don’t have to be at daycare all day,” she said. “Aimee can pick them up by 2:00 every day, except for Friday, when she has class ‘til 4. And this way we can save money on the daycare too.”
“Beth, I’m not mad. I wish you’d told me first, but I’m not mad. I think it’s a great idea, and Aimee seems like she’s good with the boys.”
“I think she really is,” Beth agreed. “But I need to find out if she’s giving them too much sweets. They refer to her as the ‘cookie lady.’”
I stifled a laugh in the dark. “Good night, Beth.”
As soon as she was asleep, I snuck down to the den again for some relief, knowing that I would see Aimee again, very soon. As I stroked my erect cock, I wondered if she felt the same attraction to me that I felt to her. And, more importantly, would either of us do anything about it?
I stroked my cock faster, picturing Aimee on her back, her long legs wrapped around my ass, pulling me deeper inside her. I imagined tasting her lips, our tongues dueling with each other. I imagined the feel of her hot, wet pussy clenching my dick, and my cock exploded all over my hand.
As I sat there in my darkened den, the semen cooling on my cock and my hand, I wondered. Was there such a thing as fate? Was that why Aimee had been dropped back into my life?
I didn’t know. But one thing I knew for sure.
I was going to cheat on my wife.
Part 2

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