My husband and I were headed out the door for a well-earned night at the movies. Our sitter Chloe waved at us as we got in the car. Chloe was our neighbor's twenty-two-year-old daughter.
She was a studying political science full-time and living with her parents. For her it was the perfect arrangement. While our little one slept, she could study and she got some money to add to her college budget.
Responsible sitters were few and far between, so we counted ourselves fortunate to have Chloe, close at hand.
As my husband was driving, I pulled out my phone to check on our little one. We'd had bad experiences with our babysitters in the past. One of them had stolen a gold bracelet out of my jewelry box. I could never prove it but, I'm not in the habit of misplacing expensive jewelry.
So, we'd installed nanny cams. One in our bedroom, one in the lounge room with a view of the hall, and another in our toddler's room. I flicked through them briefly to reassure myself that all was well.
Our toddler was sleeping soundly. When I got to the lounge I was surprised to find Chloe wasn't in her usual place sitting on the couch, a mountain of textbooks all around her.
Then I got to our bedroom and found Chloe sprawled out on our bed. At first, I thought she'd gone there for somewhere more comfortable to study. Until I realized there wasn't a textbook in sight.
Instead, she had her phone out and was slowly hiking her skirt up around her waist.
"Oh my," I whispered as her skirt reached her waist. She pulled aside her lacy white thong and snapped a picture of her pussy. Chloe fiddled with her phone. I couldn't tell from the grainy picture what she'd done, but the mischievous grin on her face led me to believe she'd texted someone.
"What is it?" My husband asked, as we pulled up at a set of lights.
"It's Chloe," I whispered. "I think she's sexting someone?"
He laughed. "What on Earth gives you that idea?"
"The fact that she's laying on our bed, taking pictures of it."
We might have been in traffic, but my husband's head snapped around so fast, I thought he might break his neck. I couldn't blame him. Chloe was a cute young thing.
"Watch the road!" I said, "besides, the light is green."
He reluctantly peeled his eyes off my phone and pulled through the intersection. We'd made it about three miles when Chloe peeled up her shirt, undid the clasp on her front opening bra and started playing with her nipples.
I knew I should turn the nanny cam off, but I couldn't take my eyes of the screen. I was a voyeur and the thrill was sending a tingle right through me. My breathing grew a little heavy as I shifted in my seat.
"What's she doing?" My husband asked.
"She's topless and playing with herself," I replied as Chloe took a break and snapped a photo of her now very hard nipples.
My husband pulled the car over. " Let me see."
I lowered the phone and held it between us so he could see. We'd intended to go see a movie, but both of us were far more interested in the R-Rated one taking place in our bed.
Without warning Chloe looked around. It was almost as if she had heard us. She got up, and for a moment, we thought she'd spotted the nanny cam. No, instead, she went over to my bedside drawer and started rummaging through it.
My toy drawer.
My husband looked at me with a big grin on his face as she pulled out my large spiral glass dildo.
"At least she has good taste," my husband said as she retreated to the bed with her new prize.
She snapped another photo of herself as she suggestively sucked on its bulbous tip, and another as she slid it inside her.
Part of me was angry that she was masturbating on my bed, but another part of me was hugely aroused. I could feel the dampness spreading in my own thong as I watched her pleasure herself.
Whoever was on the other end of the phone was getting a hell of a show, much like us, I suppose.
"Who would have known she was such a," my husband paused.
"Slut?" I replied as she jammed my favorite toy unfathomably deep inside her.
'I didn't want to say it," he replied, "but yes."
"How about we skip the movie and teach this little slut a lesson?"
My husband looked like all his Christmases had come at once. He pulled a U-turn and kept his foot to the floor as we raced home. We parked on the street and let ourselves in quietly. Not that I thought Chloe would be paying much attention to things that weren't currently inside her.
We crept up the stairs and made our way down the hall. Pushing the door open, we both watched spellbound as Chloe writhed on our bed. One hand worked the dildo while the other pinched her right nipple.
"Having fun?" I asked.
Chloe's eyes shot open as she rolled toward the door. I crossed the room as she started sitting up, but pushed her back onto the bed.
"This is mine," I whispered as I grabbed hold of the dildo and pushed it into her soaked pussy.
"Fuck," Chloe gasped. "I'm sorry."
"Oh don't be dear, you're about to make it up to us."
She went to speak, but with me fucking her pussy with my toy, she was struggling to get out more than an ecstasy riddled groan.
"Please," she begged.
"Dear, I think she wants something in her mouth," I suggested to my hubby, who was standing by the bed stroking himself to hardness.
He didn't need to be told twice. He fed that nice fat cock to Chloe and to my surprise she managed to take most of it.
"Not her first time," my husband groaned appreciatively as he guided her head back and forth on his shaft.
"No," I replied, still working the dildo, "turns out our tight little neighbor likes to play."
Watching them got me even more worked up. So I stripped out of my black mini dress, tossed it aside. My underwear followed quickly, and soon I was crawling back onto the bed, completely naked and utterly wanton.
"Don't you think it's time she had a real cock?" I suggested to my husband. It was an utterly selfish suggestion, I wanted her tongue for myself.
"Happy wife, happy life," he replied as he drew out of her hot mouth. A strand of saliva and pre-cum ran down her cheek. I removed my dildo, covered in her juices and cast it aside.
"How about it Chloe?" Are you ready to take a real man.
She looked from me to my hubby and his thick cock, hovering at the entrance to her soaked sex.
"Yes please," she pleaded.
My hubby thrust inside her, hardly able to contain his excitement. I couldn't blame him. Her nubile body was driving me wild too.
I lowered myself over her mouth and put her tongue back to work. Grabbing her wrists I raised her hands to my full tits and rode her as my excitement grew.
Once I had her where I wanted her, I played with her hard little nipples. Teasing and tickling them. The two of us drove her into sensory overload and I felt her body buck, her back arching as she came impaled on my husband.
I spotted her phone, and grabbed it. It was unlocked and I could see the chain of sexts she'd been sending with someone named Jason. Unable to resist the temptation I held it up and hit record, filming my hubby as he pounded her sweet little pussy.
My hubby gave his telltale grunt, and exploded inside our babysitter. He gave her two of three good deep thrusts before pulling out and stroking another few ropes onto her stomach. I filmed it all and hit send. Then I sent ourselves a copy. I wanted a memory of this moment to enjoy again with my glass friend later.
Tossing the phone aside, my hands found their way back to her tits and I played with them until my orgasm couldn't be contained any longer. I came hard, on her nose and tongue, grinding myself against her as she tweaked my nipples.
When I finally came down, I collapsed next to her.
"I really am sorry," she whispered.
"Don't be, dear, that was much more fun than the movies."
***
I was curled up on my bed with my tablet and my little glass friend. I had the day off and was enjoying some quiet time catching up on some of my favorite medium author's latest and raunchiest adventures.
My glass friend was buried inside me past the 3rd ridge when the doorbell rang. I groaned, and not in a good way. Why did people always have to interrupt me when I was trying to have a little guilt-free me time?
It was like the universe was against me having a quality orgasm. It had been a week since we'd caught our babysitter, Chloe, doing just that in our bed. The poor thing had been wanton, and my husband and I had enjoyed her tremendously. We'd watched the video together a few times since.
"Mmm, maybe I should watch it again," I mused.
The knock echoed through the house again. Geez, whoever it was, wasn't going away. I'd hoped it was a door-to-door salesman that would move on, but no such luck.
Wrapping my robe around me, I made my way downstairs. Peeking through the peephole, I found Chloe standing there. She looked like she'd been crying.
Think of the devil.
"Chloe, what are you doing here?" I asked as I opened the door. She stood there, shifting her weight awkwardly from one foot to the other.
Conscious of how little I was wearing, I pulled her inside.
"What is going on, dear?"
"My boyfriend broke up with me," she managed as she tried to contain herself. "He saw the video we made and got jealous."
I shook my head. "What an arse."
"Right?" She replied. "I give him everything he wants, when he wants it, and this time I get the threesome and he's all upset about it."
"What a jealous little bitch," I agreed. "Sorry, given everything else you'd sent him, we thought he'd enjoy it."
"So did I," Chloe replied. "Turns out I was wrong.
I put my arm around her. "Don't worry, dear, you can do better."
She looked at me a little sheepishly. "Perhaps, but what do I do until then? I'm horny all the time, and now I'm single, it's the worst."
"No, dear, now you're free," I replied. "You can do whatever you want, with whoever you want, whenever you want."
The poor dear looked up at me. "I was hoping you and your husband might want to play again. I had so much fun last week."
"So did I," I replied. "Unfortunately, he's at the office all day."
She looked down at the tiles, like a lost puppy.
"I guess if you were, looking to have fun, you'd have to make do with me," I replied.
Her eyes lit up. "Really? Just the two of us?"
