Jerry and Heather pulled into their driveway after a night out to relax and take some time for themselves. After they had their baby it was nice to get out and not have to worry about it for an evening.
Jerry looked over at his wife. He was still shocked at the blonde bombshell he managed to marry. After having the baby she became a stay at home wife and became obsessed with trying to regain her figure before the pregnancy. Eight months later and she had gotten in better shape then she was. Her large breasts strained against the fabric of her black dress that was a little too short to be respectable. Just the way he liked it.
Heather leaned over and kissed her husband, her tongue darting into his mouth and intertwining with his. She broke off their kiss. "When we get inside," Heather said, "We're going upstairs, and then when we get into our bedroom, I am going to suck your cock, I want to taste it so badly. Then I want you to put your cock between these nice big titties," her hands rubbed her tits and lifted them up, nearly having them fall out of the top of her dress. "And after that, I want you to fuck me like a whore. I want your dirty fucking cock inside my pussy. Just thinking about you cock is making my pussy so wet." She grinned at him mischievously and opened the door and got out of the car. As she walked towards the front door she lifted the hem of her dress up and showed off her tight ass, her thong disappearing into her ass.
Jerry quickly opened the door and stumbled out after her suddenly becoming very aware of how hard his cock was, he hurried up the walk to catch up with her. When he almost reached her she looked over her shoulder and asked, "Did you lock the car?"
"I... uh..."
"You better go make sure."
"Uh... right." He quickly went back to the car and locked the doors then ran to the front door. Heather was standing by it looking in the window to the living room. She turned and put a finger to her lips pointing straight into the air. Jerry slowed down and quietly made his way over to his wife.
"What is it? He whispered.
"Look inside." She said. Jerry moved up behind his wife and looked into the window. "Holy shit." He said.
Jerry saw their babysitter Emily sitting on the couch. Her jeans were undone and her right hand was down the front of her pants. He could see the top of her black panties lifted up by her wrist. Her other hand was playing with her left breast, squeezing and caressing it through her tight black shirt, then moving to the right side. Her long red hair was a mess and scattered everywhere.
"Jerry," Heather started, "I've got an idea. Instead of all that stuff I said I was going to do in the car, how about instead we bring her up to our bed and have some fun with her?" Jerry looked at his wife wide eyed. They had talked about maybe bringing another woman to bed with them a few times before, but this caught him off guard with its suddenness.
"You really want to?" Jerry asked.
"Look at her." Heather said. "She's so cute, and young, and she's horny." Heather giggled. "She'd be perfect, but we need to move fast, we can't let her cum before we make her cum." She turned to him and looked him in the eyes. "So if we're going to try and fuck her, we better get in their now and interrupt her. Are we going to try and fuck her?" she asked.
"Fuck yeah." Jerry replied.
"Alright, but first, I need another drink. Maybe a couple to loosen me up." Heather said.
"Should we give her a couple so we can... uh... loosen her up too?" Jerry asked.
"That's probably a good idea. Hopefully it'll make her a little slut."
"Then you better open the door so we can get in there." Jerry quickly reached into his pocket, got his keys out and unlocked the door. Heather kept peering inside and saw Emily jump when she heard the door in the hall open. She quickly pulled her hand out of her jeans and zipped up. She then started to straighten her hair a bit.
Heather moved away from the window and followed her husband into the house.
"Honey, why don't you go make some drinks?" Heather said. Jerry nodded and walked towards the kitchen as he walked past the living room he looked in and saw Emily finishing making herself presentable.
"Hi Emily." He said as he walked by. He hoped that moved by fast enough that she wouldn't see his hard cock trying to escape from his pants and quickly went into the kitchen to try and find some alcohol.
Heather went into the living room. "Hi Emily, how was Peter tonight?" She asked.
"Hello, Mrs. Wright. He was a little angel tonight." Emily said. Heather noticed how flushed her face was from her previous activities.
"That's good." Heather said.
"Well, I guess I'd better be going." Emily said. Heather knew inwardly grinned about why she was in a hurry to leave.
"No, don't. Why don't you stay for a while and have a drink with us?" Heather asked.
"Oh, I shouldn't, I'm underage." Emily said.
"Oh please, didn't you turn eighteen a few weeks ago? That's old enough. Unless you're gonna go tell on us."
"Oh, no I... um..."
"Just a drink, what's the worst that could happen?" She smiled wide and thought to herself, "I doubt getting laid is the worse thing that could happen."
"I... guess it's okay." Emily said.
"Great, I'll be right back. Sit down and relax." Heather said gesturing to the couch. Emily went and sat down while Heather went to the kitchen. Jerry was pouring three orange juice into three glasses.
"I hope screwdrivers are alright, this was the only stuff we have." Jerry said.
"Yeah, that's fine." Heather grabbed two of the finished drinks and walked into the living room. She walked over to Emily and handed her a drink.
"Thanks Mrs. Wright." Emily said.
"Please, call me Heather." Heather sat down beside her on the couch and took a sip of her drink. Jerry came in and sat down on the other side of Emily.
They talked about school and their jobs and the baby. Heather and Jerry both noticed that Emily was drinking her drink very quickly, and both of them drank theirs quickly to keep up.
Emily set her empty glass down on the coffee table and Jerry quickly got up and took all the glasses. "I'll go make some more." He said.
"No, I should be going." Emily said.
"One more isn't going to hurt honey." Heather said. "Just one more."
"Well... Alright." Emily reluctantly said.
Several drinks later Heather and Emily were drunk, Jerry wasn't quite as drunk as he could always hold his liquor better then Heather, and Emily was just a lightweight when it came to alcohol.
"So Emily, are you seeing someone?" Heather asked.
"No, I don't think the guys really notice me." Emily said.
"Are you kidding?" Heather said. "You're a beautiful young woman. I'd think the guys would be fighting tooth and nail for you."
