I awoke to the sound of my nine-month-old daughter, Emily, crying. I rubbed my eyes and saw Sara sitting up next to me. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll take care of her. I AM the babysitter, after all!"

She got out of bed naked. "If you want a robe to put on, Angela's is right in the closet there."

Sara retrieved it and put it on. "Thank you, Daddy!" she said.

Emily stopped crying almost immediately when Sara picked her up. I could hear them as Sara changed her diaper and put a clean onesie on her. I could hear Emily giggling as Sara attended to her. I got up and put on my robe. Sara was just taking Emily downstairs.

"I'll feed her breakfast, ok?" Sara said.

"OK! I'll make coffee and breakfast for us then."

The rest of the morning was very domestic, in sharp contrast to the wild sex of the night before. I knew I couldn't keep this up with Sara unless my wife, Angela, knew about it and approved. Ideally, I could find a way to involve her as well.

Sara played with Emily all morning until she had to go home herself. She had brought a change of clothes, so she dressed and told me she needed to get going. I told her that I was going to find a way to tell Angela all about this and to hopefully convince her to join us.

"Just give me a few days. I have some ideas, so maybe next weekend we can make something happen. After all, she DID want to pretend she was you last week as I fucked her!"

Sara gave me a deep, passionate kiss at the door. "Bye, Daddy! I'll make sure I'm available next weekend, just in case. This was so wonderful!"

I spent the rest of the day doing REAL Daddy things with Emily. Angela would be coming home tomorrow, and I knew she would feel guilty for leaving Emily for a week, even though she had no choice. She told me on the phone that she was going to take the next two days off after she got home, so she could be with Emily.

The next day, I put Emily in her car seat, and we headed to the airport to pick up Mommy. When Angela saw us as she came out of the gate, she ran to us, threw her arms around me, and kissed me. She then quickly lifted Emily out of her stroller, hugged and kissed her over and over.

We retrieved her bag from baggage claim and went back to the car. She sat in the back seat so she could be next to Emily. I knew she had to be Mommy again.

That was Monday. Tuesday and Wednesday, she stayed home to be with her little girl, while I went back to work.

Her first night home, we made love, but nothing wild or crazy. I certainly didn't bring up Sara at all, at this point.

Thursday night, I suggested we stay in tomorrow, but have a little private "Welcome home" party after Emily was put to bed, while on Saturday, we should have a nice dinner out. Angela was thrilled with both ideas.

Friday evening, we had a nice dinner at home, and soon after, it was time to put Emily in her crib for the night. Angela went upstairs and changed into a nightgown. She came downstairs in a pale blue, satiny, floor-length nightgown. Spaghetti straps and a low-cut bodice made her look very sexy, even though it wasn't a terribly erotic piece of nightwear.

Tonight was the night I was going to try to explain about Sara, and what happened, and what else I hoped might happen. I was very nervous about it, and needed some alcohol to pull this off.

I learned long ago, the best way to Angela's pussy is with chocolate martinis! I made her one, and for myself, I made a gin and tonic. We clinked glasses, and I told her how happy I was to have her home. I told her how beautiful she looked and how lucky I was to have her.

We talked like that for a while, and I mentioned that tomorrow evening I wanted to go someplace special. I made reservations at our favorite "date night" restaurant, and she said that maybe she would go shopping tomorrow for a new dress.

I loved the idea, and I told her, "Find one that is really sexy. I want every guy in that restaurant to be jealous of me!"

She asked me if Sara was going to babysit.

"Yes, she told me she is available."

"Good. I like her, and so does Emily. Believe me, I know you like her too. I notice how she likes to flirt with you. It's kind of cute how you both seem to try to hide it from me! I'm still not sure what came over me before my trip when I told you to pretend I was her as we fucked! You sure didn't seem to mind!" she said with a little smirk.

We had talked several times over our years together about possibly bedding someone else someday, if the right person came along. We had never acted on it until I bedded Sara last week.

I made her a second chocolate martini. I let her sip a good bit of it down, until she said, "These things go straight to my pussy, Marty. I think you'll be very lucky tonight!"

I started talking some more about her pretending to be Sara. I took a deep breath.

"Is me fucking Sara something you actually think about?"

"Well, yes, sometimes. I know we've talked about sex with someone else if the right person came along. I could sure imagine you wanting her in your bed, or our bed, I should say. Honestly, she is someone I could see being the one."

I couldn't believe it. Angela is pretty much permitting me to do what I've already done! I had to be very careful, though. This wasn't something we both agreed upon. I did it behind her back. If we are to move forward with this, I couldn't keep what already happened a secret.

"I have a confession to make, and I hope you will forgive me for it. I was missing you so much, and I was feeling so horny last week, and after you had pretended to be Sara as I fucked you, well, I invited Sara over one night when you were away. I pretended at first that it was for her to babysit. She didn't know you were away. Well, it didn't take long before I did, in fact, have her in our bed."

I lowered my head, awaiting her response.

She took a deep breath. "Well, I really would have preferred that I knew that something like this was being planned, but after the way we have talked about this in the past, and the way I pretended to be her, I guess I sort of gave you permission anyway. Two things. First, yes, I am okay with it, but second, it can't be done like that again. I love you, Marty, and I don't ever want to lose you."

"Thank you, Sweetheart. You really are a treasure! I do have a really naughty thought, though!"

"What is it?"

"Well, Sara is babysitting tomorrow. What if we asked her to spend the night?"

Angela blushed deeply. "You mean a threesome? Seriously?"

"Only if you like the idea, Angela."

"Let me think about that for a while. Take me to bed now, and fuck me. Those martinis made me so wet. I need to be used!"

We went upstairs. As soon as we got into our bedroom, Angela pulled her nightgown over her head and lay naked and spread-eagled on the bed.

"Fuck me, Stud!" she ordered. "Fuck your wife, and tell her what nasty perverted things you did to the babysitter. I want to hear all of it!"

I quickly stripped and got on top of Angela. She took my cock and guided it to the entrance of her cunt.

"Shove it in me! Use me like you used her!"

I couldn't believe how wet she was after my confession of cheating on her. I thrust in and out of her, and I told her how I had tied Sara up. How I blindfolded her and used a feather on her. Then I told her how I went downstairs and left Sara there bound and helpless, while I enjoyed a drink in the kitchen. I told her how I finally went back upstairs and found her almost frantic because she thought I must have left. Then I told her about trailing the ice cube along Sara's body, and then pushing the cube into her steaming cunt to melt in there. Finally, I told her about dripping hot wax on her body and taking pictures of her.

That last part put Angela over the edge, and she began cumming like crazy. I kept thrusting, and she kept orgasming, until I stiffened and pumped a load of spunk deep into her pussy.

We caught our breath, and I slipped from inside her.

"Show me the pictures you took of her!"

I got my phone, and Angela scrolled through them. Most pictures were of Sara, bound and blindfolded, and covered in red candle wax drops.

"Oh, fuck, those are so hot! I don't need to think anymore. I want her in our bed tomorrow. I want to watch you fuck her, and I want to use her myself. That little slut is going to be my first girl. Does she like girls?"

"She has a friend she plays with a little, so yes, she is very curious. And she told me she wants to taste you!"

"Ohhh, tomorrow I am going shopping for the sexiest dress I can find. That naughty little bitch is going to be OURS!"

We drifted off to sleep then. I'm sure I was smiling as I did, thinking of what would happen tomorrow!

As always, we woke up when Emily did. Angela went to change and dress her, as I made breakfast.

After breakfast, I called Sara. She was holding tonight open in case things worked out, and when I told her we were on for tonight, she was thrilled. I told Sara to tell her parents that we were going to a wedding and wouldn't be home until very late, so we wanted her to sleep over at our house, so she didn't need to wait up for us. "But the truth is, Sara, we'll be home by 10, and none of us will get much sleep!"

"Oh fuck, Daddy, it's going to seem like a week before 7 o'clock comes! I can't wait! Angela really wants this?"

"She does! And she wants YOU! As the Scouts say, 'Be Prepared!'"

Angela gave me my marching orders for the day. I would stay home and mind Emily. She was going shopping and primping, so she would be gone much of the day.

"You might as well be dressed and ready by the time I get home, because I don't want you seeing anything I bought until I walk down the stairs once I am ready. I'm dying to see the looks on the faces of you and that cute little slut!"

I had never seen Angela talk or act like this before. I was loving it, but honestly, I was also a little apprehensive. I just hoped everything worked out so we all had an amazing time.

The day moved along like a typical Saturday. I got some chores done around the house, played with Emily, and around 5 o'clock, I decided to shower and get dressed, to give Angela plenty of time to get ready once she got home from shopping.

It was a very nice restaurant we were going to, so I wore black slacks, a blue dress shirt, and a sports jacket. Angela got home right at 6. "You look nice," she told me. "Wait until you see how I look!" With that, she went upstairs. I heard the shower running, and my mind was racing, wondering what she bought for tonight. I made myself a drink while I waited, and a little before 7, the doorbell rang. It was Sara, looking both excited and nervous.

We shared a little hot kissing and fondling, and then she broke the embrace and asked, "So she REALLY wants to do this tonight?"

I told her, "Yes, but after I described all you and I did last Saturday, she got a very wicked gleam in her eyes. Last week might have been a picnic for you, given how tonight might go!"

"Oh my God, I'm already so wet! Where is Angela? Getting ready. I assume?"

"Yes, she is very secretive about what she bought to wear tonight. She wouldn't show me or even tell me anything about it."

I heard the click of high heels upstairs. "I'm coming down!" Angela called out.

We heard her start down the stairs, and then there she was.

Oh my God, she looked incredible! She usually wore her long blond hair down, but tonight she had it up in a very elegant bun. Her dress was almost beyond words. It was a satiny gold color. Her legs were beautifully on display, as the dress stopped at least 7" above her knees. Not very much was hidden! The top swept in as it went towards her shoulders. The sides of her boobs could ALMOST be seen, but they were covered perfectly, leaving anyone who looked wanting to see more. The dress was tied behind her neck. To cap off the outfit, she had on matching gold 4" heel sandals.

When she approached us, she turned around slowly. Her back was entirely bare from the ties around her neck all the way down to her hips. She knew this would drive me wild, as I've always found backless dresses to be indescribably sexy. She was clearly braless, but the dress did not reveal her nipples in any way. I wondered what she was wearing beneath the dress. I was pretty sure it would be a thong, but might she go bare under there? I'd find out soon enough.

Her makeup was impeccable, and her lipstick shimmered on her pouty lips.

"Holy shit, you are gorgeous, my Darling! What do you think, Sara?"

Sara stood there kind of open-mouthed. She was almost in a trance, it seemed.

"Sara?"

She seemed to almost wake up. "Oh, Angela, I've never seen anyone so beautiful in all my life!"

Angela smiled at her. "You're a darling, Sara. You'll learn how to be beautiful too when you get a little older."

I realized Angela was deliberately being condescending to Sara to gain power over her later.

I tried to hug and kiss my wife then, but she gently pushed me away. "That will be for later, Darling. Won't it, Sara?"

Sara blushed. "I hope so," she squeaked.

"Let's go, Darling," Angela told me.

She patted Sara on the cheek as she passed her. I smiled at this second little condescending action.

I opened the car door for Angela, and as she slid in, her dress rose even higher. I caught a quick glimpse of her thong. It was gold like her dress.

As we drove to the restaurant, I couldn't help but reach over to stroke her bare thighs. "You look so beautiful tonight, Baby."

She smiled. "I know! This is going to be a night to remember!"

We had a delicious dinner and some fine wine. We kept our conversation naughty without getting TOO dirty. We were saving that for the real thing.

After dinner, I paid the check, and we headed back to the car. I opened the door for Angela, but before getting in, she reached under her dress and slid her thong down her thighs and down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and handed them to me. "I don't need these anymore," she told me.

I pressed them to my nose and inhaled. They were soaked and smelled divine.

We were almost home when I noticed Angela texting. "Who are you texting?"

Angela smiled. "I just texted Sara. First, I asked her if Emily was asleep. She answered that she was. Then I texted her, 'We'll be home in 5 minutes. Greet us by the door, naked and on your knees.'"

"Oh my God, you dirty girl! This is a side of you I've never seen!"

"Do you like it?"

"I fucking LOVE it!" As I said this, I slid my hand under Angela's dress to her bare cunt. She was sopping wet and amazingly smooth.

She could see my slightly puzzled look. "I got a Brazilian waxing done today. Do you like how it feels?"

"It's fantastic! I can't wait to have my face between your thighs!"

Just then, we reached home, and I pulled into the driveway. We walked hand in hand to the door. I opened it, and we stepped in. There she was. Our babysitter, Sara, was naked and kneeling a few feet from the front door.

Angela smiled and took a few steps toward her. She reached down and caressed Sara's cheek.

"What a good, obedient little slut!" Angela said.

Angela raised the hem of her dress over her hips, baring her pussy to Sara. "Lick me!" she ordered.

Sara's eyes opened wide. She looked over at me, confusion on her face. She hadn't expected something like this so suddenly.

"Do what you are told!" I said to her.

Sara's mouth was right at pussy level on Angela. Sara took hold of Angela's thighs and brought her face to her crotch. Sara's tongue snaked out, and she ran it up and down the length of Angela's smooth slit. I was witnessing Sara's first time tasting another woman, and Angela's first time being licked by a woman.

Angela sighed with pleasure. "Mmm! That's good, little slut! That feels really nice! I wanted you to learn instantly that Marty and I are in charge. You are here simply to please us. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Angela. I'll be a good girl for you!"

"Do not call me Angela. I am 'Mistress' or 'Mistress Angela' to you!"

"I call Sir, Daddy. May I call you Mommy? I'll be a good girl for you, Mommy!"

Angela gave a...