Chapter 5: The Babysitter

DAVE

One trouble with kids is that they wake up in the morning when you don’t want them to.

Mel and I did a quick ‘rock, paper, scissors’ and I lost. She stayed in bed, leaking fluids she told me, and I got up with all the monsters. I was only wearing my briefs, standard morning fare around the house and no one was complaining. The kids were in various PJs.

I padded down the hall to the kitchen to start breakfast. Much to my surprise, Cindy was there pulling various breakfast-type things from the refrigerator. She was only wearing a man’s dress shirt – mine, I believe – and it wasn’t buttoned. On closer look, she also had on a pair of nearly non-existent panties. A thong? She looked like sex on a stick. Despite having cum three times only hours earlier, I felt myself get a little hard.

Cindy was eighteen and had graduated from high school about seven weeks earlier. How had I not seen her as a sex object before. I then scolded myself for my impure thoughts about our babysitter.

She cheerfully said, “Good morning, care to help me?”

I mumbled, “Be delighted. It’s so early.”

She laughed, “It’s eight-thirty, not early except for those who staying out at a late party.”

“I didn’t expect you to be here.”

“I just decided to sleep here, since I’d already arranged that with the home front. I finished my movie and went to sleep, although I slept through part of it. I’d napped earlier, too; right after the kids went to bed.”

“No problem. You’re always welcome here.” I paused and added, “You really look nice dressed like that. If I am grossing you out by being in my skivvies, I apologize but this is standard fare around here first thing in the morning.” She laughed.

I gave Beth, Scott, and the other four children some peanut butter toast to get them started and they went into the TV room to watch cartoons. They’d all slept in two tents that I’d set up in the family room. Lots of room.

Cindy said in a matter-of-fact tone once we were alone, “You two had some great sex last night, right?”

That question came out of left field, and I was not at all prepared for it. My mental state was still in recovery mode from all sorts of things, including the previous evening. I managed to ask a reply question; “What makes you think that?”

Cindy broke into laughter. “Oh, let’s see ... I have a list. You looked like you’d just stopped fucking minutes earlier when you got home. Melissa had cum running down both of her legs. You both looked guilty to be running into another person, and you both smelled like a French whorehouse, although I don’t know that aroma from first hand knowledge. You both smelled of sex – a lot of it.” She laughed.

“Oh,” I replied. I was trying to think of a reply or retort. I realized that every second that I didn’t answer confirmed the answer with Cindy.

Cindy said, “You were with the Millers and Dustins, since their kids are here, and you all live within a hundred yards from here. Further, I bet if I could have seen them at that same time, they would have looked in nearly identical condition and had a similar aroma. Am I right? By the way, you haven’t showered and I can still smell the sex on you.”

I finally got my brain engaged. “Cindy, I confirm nothing. No comment. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Nothing for publication. We had a beautiful and loving evening with friends, now just let it be.”

Cindy added, “Oh, yeah. There was one more reason I knew what you’d been doing. I went outside after all the children were asleep and the rain had stopped, just to inhale the nice evening air. You were all only two houses away, and I was really curious what y’all were doing, especially given how you were both dressed going out.

“I ran over to the Dustin’s home and let myself in very quietly through the open garage. Surprise upon surprise. You were all fucking. Your wife was with Jim Dustin. You were with Ashley Miller, and Sarah was with Ken Miller. I watched for a minute and then ran back here.”

Cindy came close and even flashed me one of her sweet breasts as she abruptly turned to me. “I want to be in your group of intimate friends. I know that I’d be the youngest, but I like all of you – a lot. You and Mel, especially. I’ve known all of you for years since I got old enough to babysit. I am drawn to you – to Melissa, and also to Jim, Sarah, Ken, and Ashley. I’m even more drawn to you based on what I saw last night.”

“Cindy, that’s not a...”

“It’s not only that you had sex together. You were with each other’s spouses. That’s what I want. I want to be in your circle, doing exactly that – making love with everybody and having them love me – and building more and deeper relationships with each of you. I already love your kids, let me love all of you. Please!”

I looked in Cindy’s eyes as a sincerity test, and what I saw was a pleading and yearning for what she was asking. She was serious ... and well informed.

I shook my head. “Oh, wow! I don’t know what to say. I’m ... totally out of words.”

Cindy moved closed to me and a bare breast flashed before my eyes. She was almost a head shorter than me in her sexy bare feet. She pulled open her shirt and rubbed her bare breasts against my bare chest and looked up at me. As she rubbed her nipples got harder, and my cock swelled. We softly kissed. Fuck, I would agree to anything she asked.

Cindy’s breasts were smaller than Mel’s or Sarah’s or Ashley’s, but she had large areolas that were a lovely reddish-brown color, along with her erect nipples. She looked up into my face, pulled my head down to hers, and again kissed me on the lips. The kiss boiled the water in the nearby swimming pool and sizzled it was so hot. Fortunately, the kids were in the family room and our PDA was not discovered.

She stepped back, just as Beth came into the kitchen. We all want more food. What are you preparing.

Cindy’s whole sultry demeanor changed instantly, “How about pancakes? Lots and lots of pancakes.”

Beth said, “Yessss. Perfect,” pumped her little fist, and fled back into the media room with the good news. We both heard the small cheer.

Cindy pointed at the coffee pot. “It’ll be ready in a minute. I made that first when I came in here. Sit and relax. I know you’re still in recovery mode.” I think I heard her chuckle.

Cindy had babysat for us so much that she knew where everything was. In seconds, she had the griddle set up on our gas range and heating, and had whipped together the batter. She also set out two different bottles of maple syrup on the table. I didn’t even know where that was kept.

Cindy was a brunette with lustrous hair that hung down nearly to her bubble butt ass. I studied Cindy’s gorgeous breasts and legs that went with her thin body. Moreover, she had a sharp mind. She was the valedictorian in her class and gave a very uplifting speech at the ceremony. We hadn’t been there, but it was on YouTube, so Mel and I watched it.

My brain was fried because of Cindy’s discovery, observations, remarks, and request. It had just started to reboot. I was awash in a series of sexual shocks over the past twelve hours, I estimated.

First, I had fucked two women – dear friends – outside the bounds of my marriage with Mel. I was even in love with them.

Second, my beautiful and hot wife had fucked two men last night – also dear friends. I’d also fucked my wife in the presence of my friends as we all watched each other doing the same thing.

Third, I had tacitly agreed to fuck each of those new women again, with one liaison being in my backyard and the other in their yard over the coming week.

Fourth, my wife was going to fuck the two men from last night in the coming week, at least one in our backyard and the other in their backyard.

Fifth, I had learned to eat cum from my partner’s pussy, even when there might be some hint of someone else’s spend in there.

Sixth, our hot, sexy, barely legal but teenage babysitter had just told me that she wants to play sexually and lovingly with me, my wife, and our friends.

Seventh, the same babysitter had just planted a kiss on my lips that rivaled what my wife and neighbors could do in terms of the passion, lust, and love it communicated. Every glance since then from her communicated something meaningful to me from her.

One result of my desultory thinking was a growing hard-on in my briefs. I didn’t dare stand up lest I embarrass myself, but then maybe I was going to do something sexual with Cindy so it wouldn’t matter.

A few minutes later, Cindy called the kids in from the TV area. They thundered into the kitchen and sat at the table. I moved to another chair. Cindy had prepared a huge stack of pancakes in record time, cooked to perfection, and helped the younger kids get their share with the right amount of syrup on them before they were all gone. One child was in a high chair, but right in there with the other children and happy about it.

Mel appeared at the door rubbing her eyes and looking over the hoard of monsters devouring food at the table. She was wearing her mini-robe that barely covered her crotch, and based on Cindy’s earlier observation, I realized I could still see dried cum on her legs. We were sort of casual about that kind of thing.

Cindy passed Mel a cup of coffee that was obviously appreciated. Mel sat down next to me and rubbed her eyes awake.

MEL

Coming into the kitchen, I saw the bulge in Dave’s briefs and gave him a funny look, obviously questioning why he had that, especially with the kids around. He tilted his head towards Cindy in response and mouthed the word ‘Later’ to me.

One by one the kids finished off their food and dashed back to the television and the toys in that room. Scott was the last one to leave. I doubt he noticed any of us were in the room he was so focused on his playmates.

I took in the extremely casual and sexy way that Cindy was dressed. It soon became obvious that she was showing off for both of us, and not just my husband. Dave shook his head at me, a signal not to ask what was going on.

Cindy made to clean-up and Dave helped her. By then, he’d deflated and didn’t seem so worried about his appearance. As the last dishes made it to the dishwasher, he said to me, “Cindy has something that she’d like to share with us.”

Cindy turned around and in doing so flashed her modest breasts at me. She said, “Yes, I’d like to be part of your group, you know, with the Millers and Dustins – your Sex Club. You looked so hot and satisfied last night when you got home, as well as when you were fucking each other’s husbands. I can hardly wait to feel that way myself by all of you. I don’t think you’d regret letting me into your group, and I’m sure the men would like to be with a horny teenager.” She gave a devilish grin.

Cindy’s remark numbed my brain. Was I just dreaming this drama? I was thinking ‘W. T. F.’ Did I just really hear all that?

Before I could think through what she’d said, Dave asked Cindy, “What are you doing for the summer other than babysitting like this? You’re then off the college, right?”

Cindy responded, “Oh, sure. I’m working some mornings and lunch at iHop, mostly waitressing, but also bussing tables or swabbing floors. Today wasn’t one of my days to work. In late-August, I start college at the university in town. I have an idea or two about housing that I have to clarify soon. I think I’m going to major in computer science. The first two years, it’s all pretty general anyway.”

I caught her eye and said slowly, “Cindy, say what you said to me earlier again only in different words so that I’m sure that I understand what you said.”

Cindy looked at me funny but was calm. “Sure. You are in a group of people that make love and have sexual fun with each other. Last night, when you got home you looked so happy and sexually sated, I could barely contain myself from saying anything. I knew you’d had sex, errr, for a number of reasons. I told your husband that one main reason was that I peeked last night for a minute – pure curiosity about your adult party. I just knew something was up the way you were dressed when you went out.

“Anyway, I would like to be part of your group. I love all of you and I think you like me. Your kids all like me and I love them, too. I think that I’d fit in with everyone. I’m social and can carry my own weight in a group regardless of age or anything else. I’m helpful and can do other things to help when you all get-together. Of course, I’m loaded with sexually hormones that would make me fit in even better with you all. Please let me be part of what you’re doing.”

Ever practical, I asked, “What would we do for a babysitter?” I almost smacked myself in the head just after asking that. Where had that concern come from relative to all the other things that I should be worrying about given her request – like my husband fucking our teenage babysitter eight ways from Sunday.

Cindy smiled but nodded, “Well, that might become an issue even without my joining up with you. I have two friends with younger ‘tween’ sisters that are quite capable of taking care of any combination of the kids. I wanted to introduce them anyway because once college starts, I won’t have as much flexibility, especially during the week.”

I blandly said, “Bring them by so we can meet them and introduce the kids to them. Let me know when. No rush, since it’s summer.” She paused and said, “Dave has told me what he thinks about your other request and he’s all for it, but there are other people involved. We’ll need to talk to them.”

Cindy said, “He already told you what he thinks? I just told him a couple of minutes before you came in the room.”