Got fucked by a married man I housesit for

Okay so I’m 19, in college, and I’ve been house-sitting for this guy (he’s like 35, hot in a dad kinda way) to make some extra cash. It’s just me watching his fancy house while he’s on business trips. Last month, shit got crazy and we hooked up, and ngl, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Last weekend, it happened again, and I’m still kinda shook lol. Here’s the tea, sry for typos I’m typing this on my phone.

So he texts me Friday, says he’s back early and needs me to check the house. I show up in my usual leggings and crop top, feeling cute but not planning anything. He opens the door, all smirky, and I can tell he’s thinking about last time. We’re chatting in the kitchen, and he’s like, “You did a great job last time,” but his eyes are on my ass. I’m getting wet just from the vibe, like, this is so wrong but so hot.

Next thing I know, he’s behind me, hands on my hips, pressing his dick against my ass through my leggings. I’m like, fuck it, and push back, grinding on him. He yanks down my pants, bends me over the kitchen counter, and starts eating my pussy from behind. His tongue’s all over, licking my clit, and I’m moaning so loud I’m worried the neighbors hear. I’m dripping, legs shaking, and he’s calling me his “dirty little slut,” which gets me even wetter.

He stands up, pulls out his dick—thick and hard as fuck—and slides it into my pussy slow at first, then starts pounding me. The counter’s digging into my stomach, but I don’t care, I’m loving every thrust. He grabs my hair, pulling hard, and smacks my ass till it’s stinging. I’m screaming, “Fuck me harder,” and he does, slamming so deep I feel it in my core. I cum so hard my knees buckle, pussy clenching around him, but he keeps going, grunting like an animal.

He flips me around, lifts me onto the counter, and spreads my legs wide. I’m watching his dick slide in and out, all slick with my cum, and it’s so fucking hot. He’s staring at my tits bouncing, then leans down and sucks on them while thrusting. I’m losing it, another orgasm building, and he’s like, “You want my cum, don’t you?” I’m begging for it, and he pulls out, shooting hot cum all over my pussy and stomach, some dripping down my thighs. I rub it into my skin, feeling like a total whore, and I love it.

We clean up, he hands me extra cash with a wink, and I’m back at my dorm by midnight. But here’s the thing: I saw his phone light up with a text from his wife (she’s never around). Now I’m wondering if he’s gonna keep this going every time I house-sit. It’s so risky, but I’m kinda addicted to how dirty it feels. Should I keep fucking him or chill before shit hits the fan? What do y’all think?