The year is 1971 and this story was told to be by a co-worker who I assumed at the time to be a real bullshit artist. While he had a gift for storytelling, I later learned that this tale was true.
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1. The scheme.
The sudden gust of frigid wind practically tore the storm door out of Ed's hand as he went out into the wicked early March evening. An unexpected storm was moving in and a couple of inches of snow had already fallen as Ed helped his wife into their car which had been idling in the driveway. Ed ran around and slid behind the wheel, blowing on his hands and rubbing them together in an effort to restore some circulation.
Pat and Ed exchanged glances as he pulled out of the driveway and headed for town. Pat put her hand on Ed's thigh and squeezed tightly, bringing a smile to Ed's face as he fought the steering wheel.
"How do you feel honey?" Pat asked.
"Excited as hell. How about you?"
"You know how I feel babe," Pat said as her hand slid a little further up Ed's thigh. "It's great how this worked out with the storm and everything."
"You're right," Ed agreed as he pulled into the parking lot of a local saloon, the place nearly deserted despite it being a Friday night. "This way we won't have to lie about coming back home early."
Ed and Pat had been planning this for months, waiting patiently for the right time. How many nights had they lay in bed thinking through various scenarios for this night? Now the time had finally come and Ed was beside himself with anticipation and lust. What made it even more exciting for Ed was the fact that Pat seemed to want this just as much as he did.
They went into the bar and sat in a booth in the corner and ordered cocktails while the juke box played loudly at the other end of the place. They sipped their drinks while Pat put her hand on Ed's leg again. This time she didn't stop above the knee but continued on up Ed's muscular thigh a bit, before coming to the sizeable bulge on the inside of his thigh.
"Holy shit, you're hard already!" Pat hissed as she ran her hand over the outline of Ed's stiff cock, causing him to moan quietly as Pat worked under the table.
"I've had a hard-on ever since she came in the house," Ed admitted. "I can't stop thinking about how great this is going to be. Thinking about you and her together. Maybe me too."
The "she" that Ed referred to was their babysitter Katie, and the planning and scheming that had been going on all centered around that little innocent girl, who was probably sitting on their couch right now blissfully unaware of how much her life was about to change. If everything went according to plan, that is.
Ever since Katie had started watching Ed and Pat's now three year old boy Todd last summer, Ed and Pat had thought about what it would be like to seduce her. Ed and Pat Snider had gotten involved in a swinging lifestyle of sorts, or at least as much as you could swing in the sleepy upstate New York suburb they lived in.
They had gotten together with another couple and all had sex in the same bedroom with their own mates a couple of years ago. From there, it was a short step to swapping partners, and it had gone on from there. They kept it very discreet and select, but it was now a part of their lives, and they sensed it would remain so indefinitely.
Katie was different. The perky little waif looked like she was 13 when she had first shown up at their door last year, recommended by a friend of Pat's who said she was wonderful with kids. It turned out that Katie was a very dependable and reliable young lady of 17, an honor roll student and drama club president. They had befriended her and had even gone to the school play she had starred in last fall. All the time waiting in an anticipation, and now that Katie had turned 18 last month, the wait was over.
"Not feeling guilty, are you Pat?" Ed asked as he lit their cigarettes.
"I know you aren't, just by feeling your cock!" Pat said a little too loudly. "Besides, I told you that I saw a rubber in her pocketbook when I stuck her Christmas card in it. She's not as innocent as she looks, but I gotta admit she looks innocent as hell. That cute little smile and those perky little titties are all I can think about too!"
Just the thought of Katie sent a surge through Ed's loins that Pat's continued rubbing only made worse. Barely five foot tall and less than a hundred pounds soaking wet, that cute teenager with the dark brown shoulder length hair was not the type of woman that usually did much for Ed. He had always been attracted to women like Pat until Katie came along.
Pat was almost as tall as Ed, who was just shy of six foot tall. Pat had always been a voluptous woman, but since Todd was born she had become even more so, and the thought of Katie playing with Pat's tits almost made him shoot his wad right then and there, and so he reluctantly took Pat's hand off his crotch. The wet spot that Pat had caused made Ed feel embarrassed, but luckily the place was dark, and it would hopefully be dry soon.
"Don't Pat!" Ed said after pulling her hand away. "Geez, I'm going to cum in my pants if you don't stop."
"Sorry babe," Pat snickered. "So we wait a little while longer until Katie gets Todd to bed and then go back."
"Right!" Ed agreed. "We go back and say that the weather was too bad for us to travel, and since she was going to stay over anyway we insist that she stay. We tell her that since we couldn't go out and party, we have one of our own down in the family room."
"And sort of a belated birthday party for her too!" Pat added.
"What have we got to lose?" Ed offered.
"A great babysitter," Pat reminded Ed, and that was not a trifling matter as they had already learned from experience.
"True, but we just give it a shot like we had planned and let the chips fall where they may," Ed said after he drained his Manhattan and looked for the waitress for a refill.
"No pressure and no getting her drunk either," Pat added.
"You know me better than that!" Ed said as the waitress came toward them.
They had already discussed that, and on that point Ed was as adamant as his wife. They were never going to take advantage of anybody underage, and they had rigidly kept to that pledge despite the temptation. They were not going to get anybody wasted either, because there was no fun that either. The pursuit, the seduction and the conquest was what turned Ed on the most, and right now they didn't get any more turned on than Ed.
"That waitress is cute too Ed," Pat commented as she departed. "She's got a nice rack, and check those legs out babe."
"With the treat we have waiting for us at home, I've got no interest in anyone else," Ed admitted.
"Almost time" Pat said as she checked her watch. "Todd should be out like a light."
"One more drink and we go to work," Ed said as he paid the waitress and tipped her generously because, who knows? Maybe some night they might make it back in here and get acquainted.
"Work?" Pat said with a laugh. "If we pull this off it'll be all pleasure."
2. The Sniders' return.
Ed killed the lights as he pulled into the driveway, the snow cushioning the sounds of their entrance. Waking up Todd was not part of the plan, and as they stepped softly around the back of the house and up the deck steps they kept as quiet as they could. Looking in the door they saw Katie sitting on the couch reading.
"Oh look," Pat whispered. "Katie's in her jammies!"
White pajamas with what looked like little red hearts on them, Ed noted to himself as he looked at the girl reading intently, her feet tucked under herself.
"Not for long I hope," Ed answered as he slid the door open as quietly as he could.
Katie was startled and bolted upright before seeing it was the Sniders' at the door.
"Just us," Pat whispered.
"What happened?" Katie asked in a concerned tone.
