A Very Indecent Proposal

Whenever I’ve been asked about the time I lost my virginity, whether it be my girl friends or a boyfriend, I’ve always said it was a holiday romance when I was eighteen. Well, that isn’t entirely true. I was eighteen, but it was no romance and it didn’t happen on holiday.

I used to babysit for couples with young children. Often friends of the family. It then evolved into babysitting for friends of friends. One couple in their early forties, Marie and Danny, acquired my services for quite some time.

They were a lovely couple with two wonderfully, well behaved children. Two Saturdays a month, I’d babysit for them until around midnight, while they went out for dinner and drinks. I’d then go home in a taxi.

What I didn’t know at the time, was that Marie and Danny weren’t going out for dinner and drinks. They were attending swinger’s parties. Kind of explains why they always came home happy, with springs in their steps.

Without that knowledge, initially, I considered them the perfect family. They never argued and it was a very happy and content household. I loved babysitting for them, imagining creating a family like theirs of my own one day.

April of that year, I had just turned eighteen, when my friends suggested booking a holiday to Ibiza in August. I needed a thousand pounds to secure my flights and accommodation. My spending money and new clothes would be covered by my meagre savings and babysitting wages.

I asked my mother to loan me the money, with no success. She simply couldn’t afford it, what with being a single mum, employed as a dental receptionist. I arrived at Marie and Danny’s house depressed.

While the couple excitedly got ready for their night out, I put the children to bed then sat in the back garden, moaning and complaining to my friend on the phone. That made me doubly depressed, so I poured a glass of wine and sat in front of the TV.

Marie eventually entered the lounge looking beautiful in red mesh midaxi dress. She was a tall, slender brunette with shoulder length hair. Even at eighteen I envied her figure. I’m also a brunette, but I was petite with breasts and hips which were too big for my 5′ 4″ height. I thought I looked hideously misshaped.

“What’s up, Katy? I overheard you talking to somebody about money. Something about a girl’s holiday to Ibiza,” Marie enquired inquisitively.

“Yeah, I need my mum to loan me a grand, but that’s not happening,” I sighed in frustration.

“That’s a shame. Ibiza is amazing. Me and Danny went there years ago. Can’t you use a credit card?” Marie suggested, standing in front of the fireplace mirror, touching up her hair.

“I don’t have one,” I sulked.

“Apply for one. You never know, they might approve your application. Pretend you work in a store or some place.”

“But that’s fraud,” I laughed.

“Trust me. Ibiza will be worth it,” Marie winked.

“What’s all this talk about Ibiza?” Danny entered the lounge next, wearing shirt and trousers, looking handsome with his blond hair and blue eyes. I secretly fancied him. He was tall like his wife but toned from all the triathlons he did.

Marie explained my situation to her husband. He offered his sympathies and agreed I should apply for a credit card, because like everyone kept telling me, I had to go to Ibiza. I couldn’t stop thinking about the famous white isle since the girls suggested it.

When Marie and Danny left the house, I immediately went online and started applying for credit cards. I had no hope, but I had to try. I then laid on the sofa and watched a romantic comedy.

For the first time ever, I ashamedly drank a whole bottle of wine whilst babysitting. But because I drank it over the course of the evening, I was only tipsy by the time Marie and Danny arrived back home.

My first thought was they’d had an argument. Danny went straight upstairs while Marie went straight to the fridge and poured a glass of wine. She poured two in fact. One for me and one for her, so I joined her in the kitchen for a drink and a chat.

“Is everything ok, Marie?” It was my turn to ask her about her problems.

“Never been better,” she smiled. “Danny is just taking a shower. Too hot and sweaty from all the dancing.”

“Oh, ok. I only asked because you usually come home joking and laughing. By the way, I took your advice and applied for some credit cards online,” I told her. “So fingers crossed.”

“Yeah, about that,” Marie smirked, pausing to take a swig of wine, making sure she had my attention. “Danny and I were discussing your Ibiza dilemma this evening.”

“What did you discuss exactly?” My curiosity piqued.

“We want to give you the money,” she continued smirking.

“Marie! I couldn’t ask you to loan me that kind of money. I’d pay you back, somehow, but I couldn’t let you and Danny do that.” I spoke from a moral viewpoint, but in reality, I wanted the money more than anything.

Marie chortled. “You’re not asking us, Katy. We’re offering it to you. Danny and I are not rich by any amasya escort stretch of the imagination, but we have money tucked away for a rainy day.”

I sat up, full of renewed energy and excitement. “Ok, but we’d have to agree a sensible repayment plan.”

Marie smiled at my naivety, most probably. “There’s no requirement for a repayment plan, Katy.”

“Uh? I don’t understand,” I frowned like a confused dunce.

Marie opened her handbag and took out a cheque. I watched her place it down on the table for me to read. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It had my name on it, instructing the bank to pay me a grand. Seeing how dazzled I was, she gave me a few moments before revealing the seedy terms and conditions.

“This money is not a loan, Katy. It’s yours if you sleep with my husband tonight.” Bold as brass, she delivered the bombshell it like it was no big deal.

I gasped for air, suddenly unable to breathe. I went from not being able to believe my eyes to not being able to believe my ears. I eventually replied in shock.

“You want me to have sex with your husband for money? I’m not a prostitute! And you know I’m still a virgin!” I had previously confided in her about a disastrous ex-boyfriend.

I was so shocked and hurt, I launched out of the chair to leave the house, never to return. I actually wanted to slap her across the face. But Marie was prepared for my inevitable, scathing reaction. She went back inside her bag and pulled out cash. Two hundred and fifty to be exact. She placed it down on the table and waited for my next reaction. I stopped flapping around and looked at the money.

“It’s just sex,” she shrugged. “I very much doubt you were planning on remaining a virgin in Ibiza, anyway. This is your free ticket to the party capital of the world,” she smiled wryly.

I loved Marie and Danny, but I hated them in that moment. I still wanted to slap that smirk from her face too, but she had a point.

“Make it fifteen-hundred and we can carry on talking,” I haggled without my head on straight.

“That’s fair enough,” she nodded, topping up the offer on the table with another two hundred and fifty in cash.

“I’m not saying yes but tell me exactly what you have in mind.” I sat back down and drank more wine.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret. Danny and I are swingers. A beautiful thing like you would be a dream come true for him.”

“Oh my God, Marie! You have sex with other people?” I couldn’t believe it.

“Don’t look so surprised. It’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for,” she joked. I realised I never knew this couple at all.

“You’re telling me,” I gasped. “But I’m your babysitter. If I did do this, how on earth am I ever going to look either of you in the eye again?” I argued with my emotions all over the place.

Marie smiled softly and produced another two-fifty. “That’s my final offer, Katy.”

“Seventeen-hundred and fifty to have sex with Danny,” I said out loud. My eyes and mind were now fixed on the money.

I didn’t mean to share my thoughts, but I could feel the Mediterranean sun on my face. The white sand under my feet, and I could almost feel the dance music vibrating throughout my body. I couldn’t see how I was going to back away from the deal. No matter how much I didn’t want to give up my virginity to a man old enough to be my dad.

“If you want a free holiday then all you have to do is go upstairs into my bedroom.”

“Just like that,” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes at her.

“Danny knows you’ve never done it before. He won’t hurt you. He cares about you. So do I.” Marie tried to sweet-talk me round. Yeah right.

“What about protection?” I shivered at the thought of Danny being the first guy to ever ejaculate inside me. I fancied him, but I never fantasied about him.

“Are you on the pill?”

“Yes, but…”

“No condoms. Half the pleasure for my husband means half the money for you.”

“But you just said you sleep with other people,” I protested.

“I swear to you, Katy, we always use condoms when we’re swinging. Danny is clean. We would not put your health at risk.”

“No, just my mental health,” I scoffed.

“We never set out to offend you. I’m sorry. You can say no, if you want. This is simply a solution to your problem. Do you want to forget about it?”

“How can I forget about it?” I moaned. Marie’s calm, open mindedness knew no boundaries.

“It’s up to you. Do you want to go to Ibiza, or do you want me to call a taxi?”

“Where will you be while I’m upstairs with your husband?”

“I’ll be right here.”

I began to tremble. “Two grand. Give me two grand and I’ll do it,” I blurted before I changed my mind. Marie nodded and wrote a new cheque for two grand.

“That cheque won’t bounce, will it?” I was being serious.

Marie passed me the cheque with an offended glint in her eye. “Of course not,” she tutted.

Holding that cheque in my hand was when the seriousness of the situation really hit me. anadolu yakası escort I mean, I knew it was serious, but every emotion possible hit me in that moment. I’d just sold my virginity. Years later, I’m still kicking myself for not selling it on the internet for so much more.

I was actually ashamed of myself before I even went upstairs to their bedroom. I valued a holiday to Ibiza, partying with my friends until the sun came up, more than I valued myself. All the wine I drank that night definitely played a part in weakening my ability to consider the consequences.

“Are you ready?” Marie asked me.

“No, but yes,” I muttered. I’d never be mentally ready, but I was ready to hurry up and get it over with. I was hoping Danny would be too excited to last any longer than a few minutes.

“Remove your hair bobble. What you’re wearing is fine. It won’t be on for long anyway.” she said, coldly.

I was wearing a denim skirt and a white t-shirt with a pair of Nike trainers/sneakers. I pulled the bobble out of my hair, losing the long ponytail. Marie beamed as she spread my long, brown hair out and placed it down over my shoulders.

“Relax, Katy. Danny is a great lover. He will take good care of you. I promise.”

I smiled meekly and set off for their bedroom. I had climbed those stairs a million times, but it was like I’d never climbed them before. Everything suddenly felt alien to me. My legs felt very heavy, and my heart was pounding from trepidation.

Danny was out of the shower and inside the bedroom when I gingerly knocked on the door. He called me in. I entered, anxiously. He was sat up on the bed, wearing only a pair of boxers. I gasped at the throbbing erection poking at the front. I saw the grin stretched across his face and watched him rub his hands together in anticipation.

“You look amazing,” he said.

“Thanks,” I murmured. His compliment meant nothing to me.

“I can see how nervous you are, Katy. I promise I won’t ask you to do anything weird, and I absolutely won’t force you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

His words comforted me a little, but what could be weirder than agreeing to do it in the first place? Danny’s words might have been delivered with sincerity, but his eyes displayed a very different sentiment.

“So, what do you want me to do? Take off my clothes and get on the bed?” I was a virgin, but I wasn’t clueless. It was just a very unnatural thing to be doing.

“Can I kiss you?” Danny slid off the bed and came towards me.

I quivered. “Do you mind if we don’t? It would be too weird kissing you.” Again, I fancied him, but not under those circumstances.

“That’s fine,” he said. He knew how tense I was, but I caught the disappointment in his eyes. “Would you prefer we just get this over with?”

“Yeah,” I cringed. “It’s not you, Danny. It just doesn’t feel right.”

“Then don’t do it,” he said softly. “I like you. I think you’re hot, but I don’t want you doing anything you might regret for the rest of your life.”

“It’s ok, I’ll do it. I just don’t want any kissing or boyfriend-girlfriend stuff.” I sounded so stupid, but he got the gist of what I was saying.

“Alright then. Let’s get this over with as quickly as possibly. If that’s what you want. Lie down on the bed.”

“D… do you want me to undress first?”

“Nah,” he shook his head, appearing to have lost interest. “Just take off your skirt and lie down on the bed.”

“Umm, ok.” I pulled the denim skirt down my short legs and lied down as requested, quaking, while my heart raced.

“Take off your panties. Let me see your pussy.”

Danny whipped off his boxers and his cock sprang free. It looked thick and very hard. I recoiled on the bed, keeping my legs tight together while my hands covered the front of my white panties.

What the hell was I doing? I certainly wasn’t doing any serious thinking. Was this really worth a free holiday to Ibiza? Was it even worth a free holiday to anywhere on the planet? It absolutely wasn’t, but I told myself it was too late to back out.

“Are you sure you’re ok with this, Katy?”

“Yes, yes,” I breathed quickly.

“Then take off your panties,” he grinned.

“Uh… yeah… of course,” I was so confused, caught up in my thoughts and emotions.

“Or do you want me to do it for you?”

“Umm. I… umm.”

“Don’t be shy, Katy. I know this is your first time but be a good girl and take off your panties for me.”

I couldn’t blame him for being frustrated with me. Even I had become frustrated with my hesitation. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and raised my body and legs. Danny stood nodding and grinning as I finally removed my panties and threw them to the floor.

“Thank you. Now lie back down again and spread your legs. There’s a good girl.”

I followed his instruction in lying down, but I still kept my legs closed and my shaven mound covered with my hands.

“Come on, Katy. I can’t fuck you with your anamur escort legs closed,” he chuckled. “I won’t hurt you. I promise you’ll enjoy it if you just relax.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just really nervous.”

“I know, so close your eyes and open your legs. Focus on the sensations and you’ll find it a lot easier to relax.”

“Ok,” I breathed. I had never felt so nervous before. You’d have thought I was about to undergo open heart surgery without a general anaesthetic.

I couldn’t surrender. My conscience wouldn’t let me. But I did follow his advice. I slid my hands away from my mound, up onto my milky tummy and closed my eyes. I heard Danny groan quietly as I spread my legs and showed him my hairless vagina.

“Ohhhh,” he sighed. “You have a beautiful pussy. So small and tight. It’ll be an honour to break you in. But first, I gotta taste you.”

“Please take it slow.” I was referring to his excitement rather than performing oral sex on me.

“Trust me, ok?”

“Ok,” I shook like a leaf, staring into the darkness of my mind.

I’d been poked and prodded with fingers a few times, but nobody had ever licked me down there before. As Danny positioned his head between my thighs, I squeezed my closed eyes tighter and inhaled a humungous breath. I wasn’t scared to experience oral sex. I was scared I’d enjoy Danny doing it.

He opened my legs a little further and I felt his warm breath on my moist vulva. Yes, despite all the nervous tension and trepidation, my body had responded in natural ways. The seconds he took, admiring my virgin sex, felt like hours. Just do it, already, I was thinking. Then he did do it.

Danny licked me slowly, sliding his tongue from my tight opening, parting my labia, all the way up to my clitoris. My eyes flew open and my hands grabbed the bed covers as I released a sharp sigh. I stared at the ceiling while he continued to lick me. It was the most wonderful experience ever, up to that point in my life.

He never said a word. He just groaned and gasped, feasting delicately between my legs. I began to breath heavily, gradually turning into panting as the sensations grew stronger. I knew what an orgasm felt like. I’d given myself plenty of them, but with Danny it was different.

The excitement was building inside of me. I wasn’t thinking about the money, Ibiza or the disgraceful situation. I could only focus on the pleasure I was receiving. His tongue felt so good, licking and probing.

“Oh… Danny… Oh…” I sighed, flinging my arms up the bed, finally surrendering to him.

He pulled my clitoral hood and clitoris into his mouth and began to gently suck on them. My back involuntarily arched off the bed. I groaned like I was in pain, but it wasn’t pain. It was the best thing I’d ever felt. Everything he did to my sex, with his mouth, just kept on getting better and better.

Still sucking and French kissing my clitoral region, Danny gently penetrated my sodden opening with a finger. I groaned again and brought my feet up the bed, instinctively spreading my thighs as wide as possible.

“Ohh… Please… Danny… Ohh… Yes…” I moaned, as he became only the second guy to explore inside my vagina with his fingers.

He found a sensual rhythm and maintained it. Not too fast and not too slow. It was perfect. He had me dancing to his tune, grinding my mound against his face, panting and begging him to make me come. I never needed anything so badly before.

My body suddenly arched again, like I’d been shot in the back. I grabbed the duvet once more and screamed in ecstasy. I had no control over how noisy I was. The explosion I felt caused me to let everything out. I convulsed on the bed until I couldn’t take any more.

Danny read my orgasm with precision. He knew exactly how long to keep applying the necessary pressure and exactly when to gently withdraw his finger and release the suction on my clit.

As I laid there, feeling like I was floating in mid-air, basking in the after glow of an orgasm, Danny beamed at my blissful state and gently pulled me down the bed by my legs. I knew this was it. The moment I was going to lose my virginity. The trepidation returned, but not as intense as earlier.

“Are you ready, Katy?” he grinned, crawling on top of me.

“Umm…” I couldn’t say yes but I didn’t want to say no, either.

Danny’s handsome face hovered over mine, his gorgeous blue eyes filled with excitement. He took hold of his cock and rubbed the engorged head along my swollen labia. It was another amazing, enticing sensation, but I couldn’t hide the fear rising inside me.

“Relax. I’m not going to shove it inside you,” he whispered, rubbing his cock into my folds.

Breathing rapidly again, I closed my eyes softly and waited for the moment a hard penis would finally enter my slick vagina. I was ready more than I gave myself credit for. I knew it. Danny knew it, and his cock certainly knew it.

My vulva opened up like a flower, encouraging penetration. I was so wet; the tightness didn’t really hurt that much. There was discomfort which caused me to wince and gasp, but other than that, Danny was able to slowly work his length in and out of me. He moved gently, taking his time, groaning with me.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” he smiled, bearing down on me.

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