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Naughty Naughty Babysitter, Part 3

Now Mrs Carson's caught her husband and the babysitter together. What will she do?
"Oh dear, oh dear."

Abbie's eyes snapped open. Not five feet away stood Mrs Carson, arms folded, calmly taking in the sight of her babysitter covered in her husband's cum - and her big, luscious tits wrapped around Mr Carson's rapidly softening cock. In a flurry of panic, Abbie and Mr Carson attempted to cover themselves.

"Oh Jesus, Helen, I'm so-"

"Oh Mrs Carson, I can't -"

It was then, while wrapping herself hastily in a blanket, that Abbie realised Mrs Carson was laughing. Not a crazed, scorned-wife giggle either; rather a gentle, amused laugh that made the older woman's dark brown eyes twinkle. Mr Carson had evidently not yet noticed; he was babbling in the way that only a husband caught red-handed can. His wife eventually held up a slim, elegant hand to silence him. "James, darling," she said in a husky voice that bubbled with sly mischief. "That's quite enough. I'm not angry, neither am I upset. If anything, I'm pleased that my little plan actually worked."

"Plan?" Now Mr Carson looked thoroughly confused.

Abbie, however, said tentatively,"You wanted this to happen?"

Mrs Carson looked at her with a warm smile that managed to be both reassuring and sexy. Still laughing a little, she said, "See? I knew you were smart. That's partly why I chose you - well, that and your other qualities." Her eyes roamed hungrily over Abbie's sheet-covered body. "When a couple has been married for as long as James and I have, both husband and wife begin to get urges. Itches that the other just can't scratch." Walking over to the wardrobe, she shook her long black hair out of its severe bun and slowly began to unbutton her crisp white shirt. "For me," she continued, "it was the thought of being with another woman. The thought of touching another woman's breasts, licking a woman's sweet juicy pussy."

In a smooth, fluid movement she let both her shirt and pencil skirt fall to the floor. Abbie was transfixed by the sight of Mrs Carson's honey-gold skin, the long graceful lines of her body. Mrs Carson was wearing lingerie as elegant as she was; black, frilled, complete with delicate suspenders holding up sheer seamed stockings.

Still wearing her high black heels, Mrs Carson ran her fingers through her hair, saying, "James, on the other hand, simply needed a little variety. Blonde hair instead of black, pale instead of tan..." she undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. "Big, beautiful breasts." Abbie couldn't take her eyes off of Mrs Carson's cleavage. Her small, perky tits with chocolate-brown nipples contrasted perfectly with Abbie's pale mounds.

"We talked about the fantasies, of course," Mrs Carson continued while rolling down her stockings. "As all good couples should. But talking is never quite the same as doing, is it? Never quite as satisfying." She kicked off her shoes, let her stockings and suspender belt join the pile of clothes. "And then one day, while looking for a babysitter, a friend gave me a glowing review of you - along with a photo. And I thought; why not try? Why not arrange the perfect set of circumstances, and see if my husband finally gives into his urges?" She looked fondly at the gaping Mr Carson, and said, "You took a little longer than I thought, darling. But still, as we're all here now... why not?" Removing her final piece of lingerie, a black lace thong, she stood hands on her hips; her beautiful bald pussy finally revealed. "Why not?"

Both Abbie and Mr Carson were held spellbound. The room was as still as a photograph. Mrs Carson could see the two of them calculating, choosing. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, Abbie pushed away the sheets that had been covering her body. Mrs Carson broke into a beaming smile, outshone only by that of her husband. Mr Carson looked like all of his Christmases had come at once. Abbie couldn't resist breaking into a giggle, and soon the two of them were laughing in a gentle, private unity.

Eventually Mrs Carson collected herself, saying, "Now then, I'm ready to relax after a long day at work - and you two could do with cleaning up." She looked at Abbie's cum-covered face, and wagged her finger in mock severity. "Someone needs to scrub you down!" She gestured to the en-suite with a toss of her head. "Shall we all take a shower?" Abbie eagerly began to roll down her thigh-high socks. Mr Carson rose from the bed, and kissed his wife's forehead.

"You're the best," he said. "Do you know that?"

Mrs Carson smiled, and looked at the nude babysitter.

"Oh, darling," she said. "You have no idea how good I can be."

The bathroom was as large and shining as Abbie had expected. As she walked towards the shower, she felt Mrs Carson's smooth hand on the small of her back. Soon they were all under the hot, steaming water. Abbie lifted her face to the shower-head, loving the way her muscles seemed to melt on contact with each water droplet. She felt a hand slowly trace its way along her shoulder blades. Mrs Carson had taken a bottle of shower gel, lathered up a handful, and was stroking her way up and down Abbie's back. As Abbie arched her back, sighing a little, she felt Mrs Carson's hand move tentatively towards the soft curves of her ass. The older woman leaned in closer to Abbie, murmuring her ear, "Let me clean you properly." Abbie turned around, meeting Mrs Carson's lips with a soft, lingering kiss.

Mr Carson watched as the two women enjoyed each other. His wife's tongue was gently flickering against Abbie's lips. He saw the babysitter's mouth open wider, and before long Abbie and Mrs Carson were sharing a slow, sexy French kiss that had Mr Carson's cock hardening once more. Putting a hand on the small of each woman's back, he gently pushed the two of them closer together. Abbie's huge breasts were soon pressed sensually against Mrs Carson's smaller, perky tits. The two woman moaned through the kiss, the water glistening on their skin. Mr Carson began to place soft kisses all over the necks and shoulders of both women, wrapping both of them in his arms. For several minutes the three stood under the shower this way, enjoying each other.

Finally, Mrs Carson broke her kiss with Abbie. Feeling the babysitter's nipples hardening against her own breasts, slippery and aching with want, she said, "I'd love to touch you. Will you let me?" In response, Abbie took Mrs Carson's hands and placed them on her breasts. Mrs Carson's eyes widened with delight; she began to massage the slick flesh, loving the feeling of touching another woman's body. Tracing her way to Abbie's nipples, she gently pulled the hard pink nubs as Abbie gasped, pushing up against her skilled hands. Unable to resist, Mrs Carson bent her head to Abbie's chest and began to lick her nipples, tonguing the delicious flesh as Abbie gave soft little mews of erotic pleasure. The older woman's fingers began to travel down, until they were softly but insistently rubbing Abbie's dripping, pale pink pussy lips. Abbie opened her legs slightly, and soon two of Mrs Carson's fingers were curling gently inside Abbie's cunt.

Mr Carson couldn't just stand by and watch his beautiful wife enthusiastically sucking on Abbie's tits, fingering her hot little cunt until the babysitter was panting. With one hand stroking his stiffening cock, he pushed his other hand in between Mrs Carson's slim brown thighs and found her sopping-wet pussy. Leaning in to bite his wife's neck, he gently began to massage her swollen, pulsing clit. "That's right," he said, feeling his wife's knees buckle under his practiced touch. "Suck on those big beautiful tits. Bite them. Finger-fuck that slutty cunt." With a deep moan, Mrs Carson redoubled her efforts on Abbie's body. Before long the babysitter was grinding her sweet pink pussy on the older woman's fingers, as Mr Carson thrust two fingers into his wife's cunt.

Mrs Carson was pawing her own breasts, well on the way to an earth shattering climax, when she felt Mr Carson's thick cock begin to press between the cheeks of her ass. Part of her desperately wanted him to thrust into her without mercy; pound her savagely while thumbing her clit, leave bruises on her hipbones. However, the wiser half wanted to keep her pleasure going for as long as possible. Beginning to shudder as her orgasm approached, she said urgently, "Fuck her. I want to cum watching you fuck her."

Mr Carson didn't need telling twice. As Mrs Carson leaned against the wall, two of her fingers now frantically rubbing her own clit, Mr Carson roughly turned Abbie around. With her big, soaped-up tits pressed hard against the glass of the shower door, each nipple exquisitely sore from Mrs Carson's gentle bites, Abbie ground her ass onto Mr Carson's cock. Looking over to Mrs Carson with a panting, breathless smile, she said, "I can't wait to watch you cum - and I can't wait to feel Sir's cock inside me."

Mr Carson ran his hands down Abbie's back, loving the way the water droplets ran down her creamy skin. Abbie could feel his fat cock rubbing against her dripping pussy lips, preparing to split her tight little cunt in two, and she whimpered with desire. Staring into his wife's eyes with grateful lust, Mr Carson sank balls-deep into Abbie's deliciously tight opening.

The effect was immediate. Both Abbie and Mrs Carson cried out in pleasure, while Mr Carson began fucking with a quick, fierce rhythm that had Abbie bracing herself against the shower door. For some minutes the shower rang with nothing more than animal sounds of pleasure; three bodies in sync. Mrs Carson, dark and slim and losing herself in voyeuristic pleasure, Abbie, blonde and voluptuous, getting screwed by a relentless Mr Carson. Grabbing her wet locks, viciously pulling her head back so her cunt pulsed around his cock all the more, the older man murmured to Abbie, "You like my wife tonguing your big tits, you little slut?"

Abbie bucked her hips against Mr Carson's cock, loving the sensation, and said, "Oh yes, Sir, her tongue felt so good on my nipples - "

Mr Carson interrupted Abbie with a rough, stinging slap on her ass. Pounding into Abbie's hot wet snatch, pulling her hair with every thrust, he growled, "Then thank her, slut. Say 'thank you, Mrs Carson, thank you for licking my juicy tits.'"

Abbie could barely force the words out through her moans. But like the good little slut she was, she whimpered,"T-thank you, Mrs Carson - oh God - for l-licking my juicy tits."

"Good slut," Mr Carson said, slapping Abbie's ass again. "Good slut." He deepened his thrusts, moaning harshly as the tip of his cock bottomed out against Abbie's cervix. "And when I come in this sweet little cunt, you're going to thank me too."

"Oh yes, Sir," Abbie cried out, each intensely pleasurable hit to her cervix making her thrash against the shower door. "Oh Sir, I - I - oh thank you, oh fuck, oh..." she pressed harder against the glass, sinking down until her heavy tits were swinging freely with every one of Mr Carson's thrusts. Looking pleadingly into Mrs Carson's eyes, watching how the woman's lithe athletic body was beginning to spasm as her orgasm finally overcame her, she mouthed the word, Please? 

Mrs Carson, her eyes rolling back as her pussy quivered, managed to nod in assent as she sank onto the shower floor. The image of her husband fucking this slutty blonde plaything was making her impending climax the most powerful she'd ever had. As she finally hit the peak, screaming out in pleasure as her cunt throbbed in ecstasy, Abbie came with a shattering cry. Mr Carson, his cock suddenly being gripped by Abbie's vice-like cunt muscles, cried out as he came inside her.

For a few blissful moments the three were lost in their own private worlds of pleasure. Then Mrs Carson, getting to her feet on trembling legs, soothingly stroked both her husband and Abbie as Mr Carson's softening cock slipped out of the babysitter's pussy. With a tired but satisfied smile, she said, "Time to sleep now. The water's cold."
Within minutes they were dry and warm, snuggled together in Mr and Mrs Carson's bed. With Mr Carson's hands on her hips and Mr Carson's hands gently caressing Abbie's breasts, Abbie fell gratefully into a deep, dreamless sleep.

In the morning, the children were most excited to see that their favourite babysitter had apparently stayed overnight. After a delicious pancake breakfast cooked by a glowing Mrs Carson, Abbie drove herself home - but first she shared soft, secret kisses with both Mr and Mrs Carson on the upstairs landing.

As she walked to her front door, Abbie smiled at the deep, just-fucked ache radiating through her pussy and inner thighs. If the Carsons played their cards right, Abbie could see herself choosing to babysit there multiple times a week. There was still Mrs Carson's beautiful cunt to explore, and she was in no doubt about Mr Carson wanting to fuck her tight little ass.

Besides, she thought with her key in the door, I left my thigh-highs under their pillow.

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