That first experience I had with Mark and Corey introduced me a night of firsts. Even though I did not have intercourse, it was my first exposure to a real threesome and it was most certainly the most erotic and passionate thing I had ever experienced up to that point. I didn't manage to get much sleep that night what with Mark's semi erect cock pressed against my thigh and Corey's breasts pressed against my other side. I spent most of the rest of the night and early morning hours wondering what would be said between the three of us. Would they have remorse over what happened? Would Corey be furious with me once she was sober, knowing I had sucked Mark's cock? Worst yet, would she tell my mother! I had a million things going through my young mind and most of the scenarios in my head did not end well.
I guess I did dose off a time two because I was asleep when I heard the baby crying. Being stuck in the middle of Mark and Corey, I was planning my strategy on how to get out of bed without waking them when Corey woke up. She jumped out of bed and grabbed her robe. When she saw that I was getting out of bed too, she just said she would go get the baby and change him if I would go warm a bottle of milk. I was pretty relieved so far. At least she didn't go berserk on me. She quickly left the bedroom to go get the baby and while I was looking for my T-shirt/nightgown, I couldn't help but steel once last long look at Mark's now almost erect beautiful cock. I had no idea if or when I would ever see it again.
I went to the kitchen and began heating a bottle. Just as it was almost ready, Corey came in with the baby. No one spoke for a few minutes and it was really uncomfortable in the sound of silence, so when I handed Corey the bottle, I asked if I could make her a pot of coffee. All I got in response was an "umm hmm". I didn't know if she was just preoccupied with tending to the baby or if she was formulating a plot to kill both me and her husband. Then with baby and bottle, she disappeared down the hallway back to the baby's room. I thought about throwing on my clothes and running and never looking back. Instead, I just took the opportunity to run to the restroom. Fortunately, upon Corey's instructions, I did bring clean underwear and a toothbrush. As I was brushing my teeth, I heard Corey walk back to the kitchen.
When I finished, I sheepishly went to the opening at the end of the hallway that went into the living room and kitchen, the same opening I had peered through the night before to watch Mark and Corey have drunken sex. Corey was fixing her cup of coffee when I asked if she would mind if I took a quick shower. "Of course not, sweetie, go right ahead. Towels are in the closet."
It was somewhat of a relief that at least she called me "sweetie". Or was that really just some term of endearment she was using to get me to let my guard down? I was just petrified wondering how all this was going to play out.
In the shower, under the influence of the warm water washing over my body, the worry on my mind gave way to reliving the night before. Unconsciously my hands found my breasts and pinched my nipples as I remembered how Corey's hands felt on them. Just as the vision in my head was turning to how it felt to have Mark's man sized cock in my mouth, the bathroom door opened and Corey stepped in. I was a little taken aback that she came it, not even crossing my mind the night before we obliterated any personal boundaries we might have had.
Corey began brushing her teeth. I was really through taking my shower, but lingered kind of expecting her to finish and leave. The bathtub was one of those old ones that had been converted to also be a shower with a sliding glass door on the side of the tub. Corey finished brushing her teeth and as I was watching through the shower doors, expecting her to leave when suddenly her robe fell to the floor. She turned and opening the shower door said, "I want in there before all of the hot water is gone."
I moved back to the open door and said I was just getting out anyway when she said, "Don't be silly, you can wash my back." And she stepped in. Then she went to step in front of me so she could wet her back and as she did, our bodies rubbed against each other causing me to catch my breath.
I took the soap and wash cloth in hand expecting her to turn her back to me once she was wet. Instead, she faced me, took my shoulders in her hands and said, "Kim listen to me. I can tell you are very uncomfortable about what happened last night. Don't be. Mark and I came home drunk. We got a little carried away with things, but no one got hurt and I do believe everyone, including you, Kim, had a wonderful time. Am I right?"
I pensively responded, "Yes".
"Good. Now listen, last night wasn't planned, and if anything like that ever happens again, it won't be planned then either, it will just be something that happens in the heat of passion. This doesn't change anything. Mark and I love each other. We both think you are adorable and we love having you babysit for us. I don't want that to change. Okay?"
Again I responded, "Yes."
"Good, now wash my back, please. We need to hurry before the baby is through with his bottle."
I can't begin to describe how relieved I was. The rest of the shower was uneventful. I washed her back and got out. She finished showering and by the time she got out I was dressed. The baby was still finishing his bottle so I took the opportunity to make my departure. Corey came out of the bathroom with her hair in a towel and told me she was going to get dressed. I told her I should head home and she walked across the living room to where I was, took my face in her hands just like she did last night and said, "You're such a sweet girl. I had a wonderful time last night." And kissed me softly, then I headed out the door.
One day that next week, I stopped by to ask Corey if they needed me to babysit that weekend. I was a little disappointed when she told me no but said they were having another couple over to their house and said the other couple were going to need a babysitter the following week as the woman's mother was having surgery and they were going to be out of town overnight. She told me their names were Maurice and Gail and they have a 6 year old daughter and two year old twin boys. They live in the next town over that is 12 miles away. Corey said she would drive me over to their house and Maurice and Gail would bring me home when they got back on Saturday. I called my mom to check with her about me being in another town overnight and of course, she was fine with it, so I told Corey I would come by that weekend and meet Maurice and Gail. She told me they would be there around 6 on Saturday as they were going to grill burgers and just hang out, have drinks and play games.
Saturday evening, I went out and looked down the street and saw a different car in the driveway so I knew they were there. I told my mom and stepdad I would be back later and went down to meet Maurice and Gail. No one answered the door when I knocked, but it was open so I went on in. The house was empty so I looked out the back door and they were on the patio. I was a little surprised to see that Maurice and Gail were black. There was not a single black family in the tiny town where we lived, so I had never really even been around a black person before. I stood there for a minute just kind of sizing them up. Maurice was a big man in his late 30's or early 40's. He stood about 6'2 and probably weighed about 250. He was wearing a tank top shirt that showed off his strong arms and Marine Corps tattoo. He had short cut hair with a few strands of grey showing. My first thought of him was frightening, but he was also handsome. Gail was also very tall. She had to be close to 6', slender body and very attractive. She looked younger than Maurice, maybe 30.
I gathered my courage and went out the back door. Upon seeing me, Corey immediately got up and came to me giving me a big hug and kiss on the lips, which kind of took me off guard for moment, then introduced me to Gail, who also gave me a hug, but no kiss, then to Maurice who just stuck out his mammoth hand. His hand engulfed my tiny hand. Then Mark, who had been standing by the grill, came over and gave me a hug and I think started to kiss me but in my embarrassment in front of strangers I turned my head so his kiss was on my cheek.
