This should be Mr. B's confession instead of mine, but every time my husband and I get a babysitter, he is on my mind.

When I was 15, I started babysitting for a couple that were friends of my mom and dads. They just had a 2nd baby, and needed a sitter once a week, usually Fridays or Saturdays, for their "date night". I loved being with babies, so I was pretty excited to be able to help them.
They lived about 15-20 minutes away, and it always seemed the dad (Mr. B) would drive me home after I babysat. He would always make comments about how pretty I looked, or if he was in school with me he would be asking me out all the time. I was pretty naïve, and I did not even realize he was flirting with me.
When I was 16, I had just got my drivers license, but my parents still did not want me driving late at night, so Mr. B would still always be taking me home. I remember one summer night, I had shorts on, and as we drove Mr.B just put his hand on my bare thigh as we talked. It startled me at first, but then he asked if it was o.k if his hand was there. I told him it was, and for the last few minutes of the drive he kind of rubbed his hand up and down my thigh. I finally realized he was making moves on me, and I was so excited about it! I could not wait for the next time I had to babysit for them.
I made sure I wore even shorter shorts that next time, and within seconds after we drove away, MR. B had his hand on my thigh and was rubbing me again. Although this time his hand went higher and higher, and when I did not protest, one of his fingers slipped inside my shorts and inside my underwear.
I considered myself fairly good looking at the time, but I was always shy and being around boys was awkward for me. I had made out a few times, but never went any farther. But here I was, with an older married man driving the car, and his finger was moving around inside my vagina. It felt SO good.
Mr. B ended up stopping a few blocks from my house and pulling over. He asked if he could kiss me, and I let him. We made-out for a few minutes, before he drove me home.
Here I was, a young teenage girl, and this older man wanted me. The fact that he was marring did not matter, it as just very exciting for me.
The next time I babysit, we did not waste any time at all. As soon as we started to drive , I unzipped my shorts for him and he started putting a few fingers in me and rubbing my clit. I was squirming in the passenger seat by his touch alone. I moaned at one point about how good he makes me feel, and that's when he asked if I was willing to make him feel just as good. I pretty much new what that meant, and Mr.B took my hand and placed it on his hard cock. My first cock. I naturally started to stroke it, and he told me that he would not last long and did not want to make a mess in the car. Again he pulled over a few blocks from my house and asked if I would put my mouth on it and swallow. I did not want him to think I had never done that before, so I agreed. Moments after I had my mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, he started to cum. And despite all the horror stories I had read about it, and other girls complaining about how bad it tasted - I did not think it was that bad at all.
Mr. B reminded me that nobody can ever know what he and I do in the car, and I promised never to tell anyone.
But from that night on, we developed a routine.
He would finger me really well for the first 10-15 minutes of the drive, then I would suck him off before he took me home. I did not see the wrong of it at all. I was satisfying another woman's husband. For a teenage girl, that was so thrilling to think about.

My family had a big 4th of July party that year, and Mr. B and his family were invited. I felt so smug talking to his wife, and her having no idea the things her husband and I had been doing. At one point I was able to whisper to him that I wanted to suck his cock. We managed to find a way to sneak into the upstairs bathroom together, where I gave him a blowjob. Knowing his wife was in the same house was beyond exciting.

At the end of the summer, Mr. B arranged with my parents for me to babysit for 4 hours on a Saturday night. As always, my parents drove me there, and I walked to the door by myself, where Mr. B met me and waved to my dad from the front door.
Once I was inside I did not see his wife or the kids right away. That's when Mr. B told me they were gone for the night at her mothers house, so it was just me and him alone there.
Mr. B said it was time that he made love to me "properly" and took my hand and led me to the bedroom.
For the next 4 hours, he not only carefully took my virginity, but he made me feel like a real woman. As we had sex, I would close my eyes and pretend I was his wife, and it was my bed not hers. He did not have any condoms, and it was risky, but I let him cum inside me 2 times that night. He kept telling me over and over how my body was so hot, how it feels better than his wife, everything a girl wanted to hear pretty much.
I remember him taking me home, and he had his arm around me in the car. It was the best night of my life.
What was even better, was Mr. B remembered that he still had to pay me for "babysitting"....lol. So - he gave me 40 dollars.
I sometimes think about it now, and I basically got paid to have sex with a married man that night.

Luckily I did not get pregnant - but we both realized I was falling more in love with Mr. B than I should be. I babysat for them less and less, and got more involved with school and boys my own age.

I am married now with two kids of my own, and as silly as it sounds, I always make sure its ME who drives our babysitter home. I don't want my husband to be another Mr. B