We Put the Baby in Sitter 3 (4 page)

I gasped and panted, trying to keep quiet as I watched the man pass by.  I bit my lip as Charlotte nipped my clit, sending bolts of heat searing through my core.  I thought I might actually come again, but just as I was about to lose control, she stopped, pulling back.

A moment later she popped up from the water a few feet away, gulping down air. “Sorry,” she sputtered. “I went as long as I could.”

I sighed, my pussy clenching with frustration.  Then I winked at her. “
I’m
not going to complain.  I’ve had two orgasms and the fuck of my life in the last half-hour.

“I hope I get my turn tonight.”

“Oh, you will.  I promise.”

We both grinned at each other, feeling thoroughly naughty and debauched.  We adjusted our swimsuits so that all our sexy bits were covered, and stood up, heading toward the shore.

A large splash of cold water hit my back. “Charlotte!” I squealed, and turned on her, splashing her back.”

“Aaack!  No!  Hey, I was just getting your hair wet. I can’t let you be one of
those
women.”  She splashed me again.

“I’m not!  My hair isn’t even done nice.  Stop!”  I laughed, screaming as Charlotte did a double-handed paddle wheel motion, pummeling me with mini-waves of water.

“Not until you’re wet!”  She shrieked as my watery counter-attack landed, spattering her from head to toe.

I stopped splashing and gave her a knowing smile. “You
already
got me wet,” I murmured, watching the water run down the curves of her wet body.

We both giggled, then headed back to Kevin, wading out of the water and stealing glances at each other as we headed toward the beach.

When we arrived at the lounge chairs, the grin on Kevin’s face was enormous. “Hey, after dinner, will you two be having a pillow fight?  Because I’d like to watch.”

I kicked sand up at him, just enough to dirty his feet.  Charlotte sat back in her lounge chair, laughing.

“Hey!”  He cried, sitting up with a start and brushing off his feet. “Just for that, I’ll let
you
get Jill.  She’s waking up. 
Someone
out there was screaming and laughing.”

I sighed, but then remembered that Charlotte was there.  I turned to her and smiled sweetly.

“Sure, I’ll get her!”  She hopped up and unzipped the mesh and fabric baby tent, lifting Jill out of it. “Oh, my goodness, you are getting so big!”

“That’s for sure.  I don’t even bother working out my arms when I go to the gym.  I get that workout all day long, at home!”  I sighed, smiling at Jill’s sleepy face.  It was nice having Charlotte along to lighten my load.

It was getting too warm, so I suggested we gather our stuff and head up to the house.  After cavorting on the beach, I’d need to rest up before making dinner and cleaning up, if I was going to be raring to go after Jill went to sleep.

I had plans for that evening, and I suspected I’d need all the energy I could get.

I was right.

***

A
fter dinner, I went to Jill’s room to breastfeed her in the rocking chair, while Kevin and Charlotte cleaned up the kitchen.  By the time Jill’s little tummy was satisfied, she was fast asleep.  I laid her in the crib, admiring her angelic, chubby little baby face, then went out into the kitchen to see if they were done.

The dishes weren’t finished, but it looked like they were done washing them—Charlotte stood, facing the sink, while Kevin stood behind her, one hand up her short little shirt, and the other slipped into her tiny, skin-tight shorts.

He kissed a trail from her ear down to her neck, then flickered his tongue against the soft spot that I knew drove her crazy.  She gasped, her knees almost buckling under her.  His hand was moving under her shirt, working on her nipple, and I could see that the shirt was wet, with soapy water trickling down Charlotte’s flat stomach.  Kevin must have dipped his hand in the warm water, using it to tease and lubricate her breast.

Inside her shorts, his other hand moved back and forth rapidly, stroking her delicious little clit toward climax.

Her mewling, breathy cries were such a turn-on!  Part of me wanted to just stand there and watch, but I was desperate to join in, too.

“You started without me.”  I pouted, hands on my hips.

They both jumped, and Kevin pulled his hands out of Charlotte’s clothing, ignoring her whine of protest.  Charlotte teetered on her feet, unsteady from his erotic manipulations.  He caught her arm, and they both looked flustered.

“Are you mad?” Kevin’s face was a mask of indecision.

“Only if you don’t let me join.”  I flashed him a sexy smile.

A relieved grin spread over his face. “We’ve been anxiously waiting for you.  Why do you think I had such a hard time resisting this bundle of sweetness?” He slung an arm around Charlotte’s waist, pulling her close and kissing her cheek.

Charlotte laid her head on his chest, snuggling up to him and gazing up into his eyes. “Poor Kevin.  Marissa and I have gotten most of the playtime today.  I haven’t done anything for you at all.”

“Well, let’s change that,” I suggested, already aroused. “Since you’re so eager to play with my husband, you naughty little girl, then maybe you should get down on your knees and suck him off.  I’ll supervise, and make sure you suck him right.”

“And swallow down every drop,” Kevin said, his voice trembling in anticipation.  He stroked Charlotte’s hair and hugged her, looking over her head at me.

“God Marissa, what did I do to deserve you?”

“You did Charlotte.” I grinned. “Now, on your knees, Charlotte.”

Charlotte bit her lip like she was a nervous schoolgirl, eager to please.  Then she dropped to her knees, and her tiny shorts—which were still unzipped—pulled down, exposing the top half of her ass.

Oh yeah.  This is going to be good.

She unbuttoned Kevin’s denim shorts and pulled the zipper down slow, peeling the shorts open and yanking down his briefs.  His cock sprung out, rock-hard and ready. 

“Wait,” I whispered, “I need to see you do this topless, Charlotte.  I need to see those beautiful breasts bounce while you suck my husband’s cock.”

She nodded obediently, playing her role, and stripped off her shirt, revealing a tiny, lace-trimmed pink bra.  I wanted to take it off her myself, and fondle those ripe breasts, but intervening would ruin the show.

Teasing me, she reached behind, slowly unfastening it, then shimmying her shoulders as she shrugged out of the bra, making her breasts jiggle and sway.  On purpose.

My clit tingled.

She made a show of dropping the bra on the floor, locking her eyes with mine.  Her pink tongue darted out of her mouth, slowly licking her upper lip, showing me just how much she was going to enjoy sucking down my husband’s cum.

She turned back to him, wrapping her delicate hand around his massive cock. 
God, I love watching her touch him!
  Her petite frame made his big cock look even bigger, and I was already anticipating having him spear me with it, later on.

Her tongue poked out, tasting the large mushroom head, swirling around it.  Kevin’s hips pulsed, eager to stuff her mouth full, but I knew she’d be teasing him a hell of a lot more.

Because that’s what I like.

She licked up and down along his shaft, running her tongue over its sensitive underside.  Kevin reached back, bracing himself against the counter and watch.  She looked up at him, holding his gaze as she teased and licked, but refused to take him in.  Desire burned in his eyes, and he thrust his cock forward, demanding entry.

“Mm-mm,” she teased. “You have to be patient.”  She shifted her gaze toward me, watching me as she licked his dick.

Squirming as I watched them, I knew I couldn’t wait for my own relief.  I reached over toward the kitchen island and pulled my palm-sized clit vibrator from the side pocket of my purse.  Then I lifted the short sundress I wore and slipped off my panties, tossing them on the floor at Kevin’s feet.

He glanced up, his eyes widening as he watched me hop up on the kitchen table and push out a chair to brace one foot on.  I lifted the dress again, giving him full view of my wet pussy, and turned the vibe on.

Just as the vibe touched my flesh, Charlotte took the opportunity to open her mouth wide and take Kevin’s cock down her throat in one go.  He gasped, then let out a shaky sigh of relief as she finally bobbed her head up and down his shaft.  She’d gone from tender teasing to full-blown sucking, and the silent kitchen was filled with the sound of the wet noises she made.  She sucked him harder than I’d ever seen her suck—and I’d seen her give him dozens of blow jobs in the two months we’d been fucking.

I flicked the vibrator on high, not wanting to be left behind.  It buzzed against me as I nestled it between my pussy lips, thrilled at the deep vibrations that penetrated my body.

I moved the vibrator in circles, imagining it was Charlotte’s tongue, as I watched her sucking Kevin in deeper and deeper.  In seconds, he was moaning, clinging to the counter for support and watching her stroke the base of his cock while she sucked as much of him as she could.

“Faster,” I gasped, spreading my legs wider.

“Mmm,” she moaned around his cock.

He put both hands on her head, twining his fingers into her hair, and started shoving forward a little, fucking Charlotte’s sweet little mouth.  Shudders rippled through me as I watched his cock disappear inside her, then pull back, only to force himself even deeper down her throat.  She gagged a little, pulling back, but rebounded like a champ, sucking him so hard I almost worried he’d get hurt.

He let go of her head, wracked with a deep, guttural groan, and I watched his hips buck upward as he spurted his cum down her throat.

I pressed a little harder, my hitching cries becoming more high-pitched as Charlotte kept sucking my husband’s dick, drinking down every drop, just as she had been told.

A torrid wave of heat buzzed through my core, and I came, crying out, my voice ringing off the hard surfaces of the kitchen.  I closed my eyes and leaned back as another wave hit me... and another.  Then I laid back on the table, my arms thrown over my head, panting and convulsing whenever another ripple of orgasm shot through me.

“Oh my God,” Kevin panted, still clutching the counter and gazing up at the ceiling. “I am the luckiest bastard that ever lived.”

“And yet, you’ve only fucked us once each, today.” Charlotte grinned, stroking her fingers seductively around her nipples. “Seems to me, you have some work to do, fella.”

He grinned and nodded, helping her up off the floor.  I sat up, still fighting for my breath, and gratefully accepted his help getting down.  I was unsteady on my feet, and he wasn’t much better off, which made Charlotte giggle.

We moved into the bedroom after that, and I couldn’t decide which of the erotic fantasies in my head we should indulge in first.  I climbed onto the bed, and noticed Charlotte eyeing me strangely.

“You know, Kevin,” she saying, laying a finger thoughtfully on her bottom lip, “I’ve noticed that Marissa is getting quite bossy these days.”

I gave her a wry smile. “Well, I am your boss,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Sort of.”

“I think you’re right,” Kevin said, joining in the game. “She does like telling us what to do.”

“I think it’s time we turned the tables on her,” she decided, nodding slowly. “It’s time that we took charge of her.”

I jumped up off the bed as I saw them getting up and coming toward me.  I backed slowly toward the door. “Hey guys... this isn’t funny... seriously...”

They lunged at me, grinning madly, each taking one of my arms.

“No!” I screamed, laughing and giggling and dragging my feet. “Stop!  You’re not funny!”  But I couldn’t help laughing.  I was nervous about what they had in store.

They dragged me onto the bed, and Charlotte climbed over me.

“Hold her down while I strip her!” Kevin ordered.

Charlotte held down my arms while Kevin untied the sundress straps, then yanked the dress down and stripped my dress off.  I didn’t make it easy for him, but he still did it in one try.  I tried to kick at him playfully and wriggle my way out of Charlotte’s grip, but she was stronger than she looked.  Then Kevin held my ankles fast, and I was stuck

“What are you going to do?” I asked, my eyes wide and shifting from one, to the other.

They exchanged a glance, grinning.

“Anything we want,” Charlotte whispered in my ear.

She shifted position so she was kneeling beside my chest.  She held my hands fast and started to circle my nipple slowly.  It felt incredible, and I stopped fighting, letting myself sink into the bed and giving them complete control of my body.

Kevin opened my legs, spreading them wide, and settled between them. “Mmm, I haven’t licked this pussy all day,” he said.  I felt his warm tongue settle between my folds, and I closed my eyes, reveling in their dual attention.

Charlotte let go of my wrists and traced a finger around one areola, while she licked her way around the other.  She slowly circled closer and closer to my nipple, her progress agonizing.  I wanted to be in her mouth more than anything.

At the same time, Kevin’s tongue traveled up and down my slit, licking up my juices as my arousal grew.  He flickered along my labia, coming achingly close to my clit, then reversed his path and flickered back down along the other.  I bucked my hips, silently begging for more, but he pushed against my thighs, forcing my legs open and cruelly ignoring my pleas.

Fingers brushed one nipple, and I arched my back as Charlotte’s tongue grazed the other.  But her tongue merely dashed away, chasing around the edge of the areola again.

Kevin’s tongue dipped into my folds, exploring, tracing a wavy path up toward my clit.  He brushed the edge of it, setting my nerve endings on fire... but only crushing disappointment followed as he flickered his way back toward my slit.

They went on like that for endless minutes, teasing me, torturing me, their tongues edging closer to those aching targets, only to dance away, leaving me panting and desperate.

Finally I couldn’t take any more. “Please,” I whispered, my voice a ragged whimper. “Lick me.  Suck me.  Oh God, please!”  I shifted my hips, keening and gasping for relief.