We Put the Baby in Sitter

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We Put the Baby in Sitter

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“C
harlotte, I can do things to you that will make this seem like child’s play,” I said.

When our usual babysitter bailed on us at the last moment, it seemed my husband and I wouldn't be able to go on our date night. It was really too bad, because I was super horny. However, my neighbor knew the perfect girl. Little did I know how perfect she would be...

When little Charlotte arrived, I caught my husband doing a once-over of her. I couldn't blame him- with her perky tits and cute face, I found myself checking her out as well. Over dinner, my husband reminded me of some wild times we had in college. When we got home, the naïve Charlotte told me how her boyfriend broke up with her. I decided to show her exactly what she had to look forward to from boys at college, and also some of the girls...

But once we got started, once we began to explore each other's bodies, and once my husband started to take her hard and unprotected, I never asked her if she was on birth control...

This 11k word story features a married couple exploring a nubile young woman and teaching her the ways of the world. It features cunnilingus between two women, lactation, a virgin's first time, and a fantastically impregnating creampie!

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S
he smiled, and returned her attention to Kevin. Her body relaxed as he slowly pumped into her. She wrapped her legs around him, giving a signal that she was ready for more, and he picked up his pace.

I lay beside them, playing with Charlotte’s hair, stroking her skin, while my husband fucked her. As he thrust harder, her small tits bounced, and I loved watching him watch those delicious little tits jiggle.

I heard Kevin grunt as he strained to hold himself back. At the last moment, he pulled out, shaking and barely hanging on. When the urge to come had passed, he collapsed on the other side of Charlotte. “You are stunning,” he panted, touching her face.

She looked confused. “You didn’t come.”

“I’m not done.” He grinned. “But first...” he looked at me, “my lovely wife has waited long enough. It’s time she got some attention. From both of us...”

***

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I
applied a touch of shimmery pink gloss over the berry-colored lipstick and pressed my lips together, admiring the results. It was the first chance I’d had to really dress up since before I’d had Jill, six months ago. I’d even bought a new dress for the occasion—a sleek black little number that accentuated my curves.

“Niiiiice,” said a voice from outside the bathroom.

Kevin was grinning as he sat down on the edge of the bed, while he gave me the once-over, nodding with appreciation.

I set down the gloss and walked over to him. “Think so?”

“Mm-hmmm.” He wrapped his arms around my ass and looked up at me. “I almost wish we could skip dinner.”

“No dice, pal. You promised me a romantic walk in the park and a fancy dinner. But...” I trailed my finger down his chest “...if you play your cards right, I might let you get a little frisky during that walk.”

“Alright!” He grinned like a boy and did a fist pump.

I laughed, then giggled when he nestled his face into my cleavage.

My phone chimed on the nightstand, and I groaned. “That better not be Harmony telling me that she’ll be late. She should be here already.”

“I’ll go check on Jill while you read our babysitter the riot act,” Kevin said, getting up with a sigh.

Two minutes later, Kevin had returned, and I was fuming.

“She canceled.” I informed him as I scrolled through the contact list on my phone. “I can’t believe it! I told her how important this was to me. If I don’t get out in public and have some real adult conversation soon, I’m going to turn into a blithering idiot.”

“Oh, man!” He sighed, throwing himself onto the bed with a sigh. “I was looking forward to showing you off tonight. You look so hot.”

“Wait!” I gasped, having a revelation. “Nicola has a great sitter! I’ve met her. She’s nice, and she’d have to be wonderful, or picky Nicola wouldn’t have her.”

“I thought women didn’t like sharing their sitters.”

“I’ll promise only to call her as a last-minute back up. Besides, Nicola owes me.”

Kevin rubbed a hand on my back, all the way down to my ass, while I called Nicola and begged for her sitter’s phone number. Nicola relented, and I contacted the girl, who fortunately had a last-minute change in her Saturday night plans.

I beamed at Kevin as I got off the phone. “Victory! Looks like we are still on for our date.”

“Our extremely
hot
date,” he murmured, pulling me down on top of him.

***

F
ifteen minutes later, after reapplying my lip gloss, I answered the door and welcomed Charlotte in. She was eighteen years old, a petite brunette who was heading to college in six weeks. I caught the head-to-toe scan that Kevin managed to get in a millisecond. He still wasn’t fast enough to evade my notice.

But who could blame him? Charlotte was cute. More than cute. Her short black skirt accentuated the round curve of her ass, and revealed plenty of leg. Her turquoise toenails were displayed in strappy sandals, and her dark hair was silky and hung in loose waves halfway down her back. But it was her perky breasts that earned a second look from Kevin. Just enough cleavage revealed through the V-neckline of the sparkly pink sleeveless shirt to entice a man, without veering into “Slutsville”.

She was my kind of girl. I already liked her.

“Wow, you look nice,” I said. “Come on in.”

“Thanks, Mrs. McKenna.” She flashed us both a sweet smile.

“Call me Marissa. And this is Kevin.” I put a hand on his chest.

“Hi, Charlotte.” Kevin smiled and shook her hand. “Thank you for coming on such short notice.”

“No problem. I had plans tonight, but my boyfriend texted to cancel, like,
right
before you called.” She frowned down at the phone in her hand, a pout forming on her full, pink lips. “I’m still not sure why. I wish he’d answer my texts.”

“Well, we’ll be home before midnight, so maybe you’ll still be able to meet up with him later.”

“I hope so.” She checked her phone again, then sighed, slipping it into her purse. “Sorry, I’m focused now. Oh, I like your dress! You look amazing.”

I wasn’t sure if it was a genuine compliment at first, but she did seem to be admiring it. “Thank you! I had to buy a new one. None of my nice dresses fit anymore. I used to have perky breasts like yours, but since the baby... well, let’s just say they’re more
voluptuous
now. I’m afraid the ‘perk’ might be gone for good.”

“One big benefit that pregnancy left behind,” Kevin said, his arm circling my waist as he gave my cleavage a longing look.

“Stop!” I giggled, slapping his chest. “You’re embarrassing Charlotte.”

The babysitter had an adorable blush blooming over her cheeks.

“Oops, sorry about that, Charlotte.”

“It’s cool,” she said, blushing harder, and flicking a shy glance in Kevin’s direction.

She seemed like the naïve and innocent type.
I remember those days...before college corrupted me,
I thought, amused.

Awkward silence ensued.

“Well, it’s getting late,” Kevin hinted, looking at his watch.

“Right!” I cleared my throat. “Let me show Charlotte around, and introduce her to Jill, and then we can go.”

Fifteen minutes later, after showing Charlotte the emergency information, the bottles and diapers, and saying goodbye to Jill, Kevin and I were finally ready for our big night out on the town. Who knew six months ago that I’d be so excited for a simple dinner date? But if I had my way, the night would culminate in the best sex we’d had in over a year. My pussy was aching for it, and seeing the burning glances Kevin cast my way, I knew he was aching for it, too.

Pushing thoughts of sex out of my mind, at least for a few minutes, I picked up my purse and slipped my cell phone inside. “Jill should go down in about an hour. After that, your job should be really easy.”

“She’s sweet, so I’m sure it will be,” Charlotte said. I was surprised when I caught her looking again at my dress, and my cleavage in particular. I was in my element that night, and feeling very attractive and turned on, so I couldn’t help noticing how Charlotte's short skirt clung to her own body. In fact, it was hard not to stare. I think even Kevin noticed. I caught him raising an eyebrow at me, and I blushed.

Hey, it’s not like it’s easy to miss a taut young body like that!
I told myself.

“We’ll be back in a few hours,” I called over my shoulder as we headed through the kitchen to the garage door.

“I’ll be here,” quipped Charlotte with a cute smile as she sat on the floor with Jill.

“I like her,” I told Kevin as we settled into the car and waited for the garage door to roll up. “It’s too bad she’s leaving for college in the fall.”

“You promised Nicola you’d keep your hands off her sitter,” he reminded me.

Not hands off her, exactly,
I thought, with a naughty smile.
Just that I wouldn’t hire her away from Nicola.

***

T
he food at La Bella’s was excellent, and we splurged on a second bottle of wine. Which, since Kevin was driving, ended up mostly filling my own glass.

After six months of nursing, I really wanted to enjoy some wine for once, so I would pump-and-dump later on, and just use some of my saved up frozen breast milk to feed Jill a bottle, for the night.

“This tiramisu is divine,” I said. “Mm, I don’t think it gets any better than this.”

“It would if I was licking it off your breasts,” Kevin said with a wink.

“Stop,” I giggled, and nudged him under the table with my foot, embarrassed, but still loving every minute of it.

Kevin had flirted the entire dinner, and it was heavenly. We hadn’t been so relaxed with each other in a long time. It felt good to recapture the free and easy feeling of being alone together.

“Another glass?” Kevin raised the bottle.

“Sure, why not?” I held my glass out. “I’m glad I had a full dinner. If I drank this much on an empty stomach, you’d be carrying me to the car.”

“Well, drink up. It’s your one night to feel like a real adult,” he teased.

“I know! I almost forgot how wine tasted.”

He reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “You deserve it.” Then he gave me a sly grin. “And so do I. You turn into a slut when you’re tipsy.”

“Hey, now!” I gave him the evil eye, then laughed as I took another sip.

“Don’t bother denying it. Remember that frat party our senior year? You had to borrow my sweatshirt, and make the walk of shame to your car at six a.m. wearing my fraternity’s letters, because you lost your top somewhere in the house.”

“Hey, I only
made out
with those other guys.” I pointed my fork at him before I scooped up another bite of dessert.

“
Three
other guys, as I remember.”

“You didn’t seem to mind.”

“Hell, no! It was hot. And I knew you’d be spending the night in my room, not theirs.”

“I never did find that shirt.” I lifted my glass for another sip.

“Oh, it went up on the trophy wall.”

I nearly choked on the wine. “The... what?”

He laughed. “The trophy wall. I couldn’t tell you then, you’d have killed me. Hot Rod put the shirt up on the wall in the basement.”

“That super-secret chapter room you never let us girls into?”

“Yep. Brothers only. That wall was covered with bras, shirts, panties, you name it.”

“Oh God,” I shielded my eyes in embarrassment. “I would have killed you. And Rod.”

“I know. That’s why I never told you. If it’s any consolation, they all agreed you were the hottest girl we had a trophy from.”

“You know... actually, it does.” I smiled, and slipped off my shoe, running my toes up Kevin’s pants leg under the table. “It also makes me a little horny, remembering that night. Making out with those guys while you watched was fun.”