My wife and I volunteered recently to keep our niece and nephew as my brother and his wife took a much needed vacation. Ann and I have thought about having kids, so the week would make us more aware of what we might be getting into. The kids, ages three and five, spent the better part of each day at a local day school. Our job was to keep them at night until John and Beth returned on Sunday.
Ann and I were invited to a company party celebrating landing a big new client for my firm. Given the economy these days and the thought any of us could be out of a job in the blink of an eye, everyone at the office was ecstatic with the additional business. Ann works out at a local fitness center and had noticed a bulletin board outside the men and women's locker rooms that was filled with apartments for rent, folks looking for employment, and a few who posted they did babysitting on the side. As we needed a sitter for Friday night, Ann looked over the notices and spied one advertising a local twenty-one year old college student who was looking to baby sit for additional spending money. Ann called and asked her to meet up the next day at the gym to discuss watching the kids.
Given we did not use the services of local babysitters and most of the couples in our neighborhood have much younger kids, Ann was cautious in just who might be invited into our home to watch after Beth's children. The potential sitter, Katherine, met Ann after classes and the two spent a great deal of time chatting during their routines. After grabbing quick showers, Ann headed home confident that Katherine fit the bill just fine.
I was already dressed when the front door bell rang. I opened it to meet a smiling young blonde. Katherine was adorable. There was a slight chill to the air so she had on a light jacket and a college sweat shirt with skin tight jeans on her lean frame. I invited her in and smelled a faint wift of Tommy Girl perfume that Ann used to wear when she was much younger. I took her jacket and noticed how well she filled out her jeans which, in accordance to some of the fashions these days, were thread bare in a few logistical places offering a tease of flesh on the thigh and knee.
Ann walked into the kitchen looking gorgeous in a burgundy dress she had purchased for just this occasion. She told Katherine, whom she had already begun calling Kat at her urging, to help herself to the house. "We're liable to be somewhat late. There's food in the fridge, snacks and if you want and you can pour yourself a glass of wine and watch a DVD if you like," she said grabbing her coat. "Just don't over do it," Ann added with a smile as we all said our goodbyes.
While the company went all out in drinks, appetizers, and entertainment Ann and I felt the party was a little lame. We exchanged pleasantries with the office staff and listened to the CEO give his ten minute spiel on how great this was for our organization. But lately office parties, which were once highly entertaining for us both, did little to capture our sense of excitement. Over the last couple of years we both had begun to explore a darker side of ourselves that we never knew previously existed.
Just two years ago we were both pretty naïve when it came to sex having spent nearly all of our sexual experience with each other. Now we were both confirmed bisexuals who tended to enjoy being submissive. I was the first who branched out when I was seduced by another man. I had never given any serious thought to sex with another guy and had often enjoyed the jokes made about gays. Now I found that I enjoyed going down on a guy or having a nice hard cock in my ass.
Reluctantly, I introduced Ann to the lifestyle and she never looked back. I was concerned how she would react, but we found we both enjoyed a variety of sex in our lives. Initially Ann's introduction was being submissive to a black man named Mark that I had met through the Internet. Mark spent the better part of the year dominating us both and introducing us to many of his friends and playmates that often used us to satisfy their sexual desires.
We had both submitted to him when Mark had us "marked" as his property by having my nipples pierced and my wife tattooed. I was shocked when she submitted to having a Chinese symbol for slave tattooed onto her right breast and a tribal tattoo on her lower back. Particularly since she was fair skinned and had never mentioned the idea of getting a tattoo. What really floored me was the bold black letters saying "Mark's Cock Slut" just above her shaved pussy. The permanent markings left no doubt that we would never turn back to the prim and proper lifestyle we had once led.
While we still get together every once and a while with Mark and his friends, recently we've been attending swinger parties with other couples. Ann particularly likes getting together with other women and is still inclined to take the more submissive role. It is no wonder then that we both felt the office gathering was Dullesville. We left after making sure we had made the appropriate rounds and went for a late night drink at a nearby club. We enjoyed a couple of dances together as we glanced around the room at other couples, both of us wondering if there were any potential escapades we might find before the end of the evening. After a few drinks and no real luck in surveying the surroundings, Ann suggested we head home. She drew closer, biting on my ear as she declared she wanted to feel a nice hard cock in her pussy. I felt Ann's hand glide over my crotch stopping to cup my goods in her hand under the table. Needing no further encouragement, I called our waitress over and quickly paid the tab.
As we started to pull in the driveway, Ann reminded me we had no cereal for the kids in the morning. "We need milk too and you might as well pick up some beer for your games tomorrow," she said reminding me of the Saturday football games that would capture most of my day. "When you get back, I'll be ready for you. Don't be long," she chided grabbing once more at my crotch as she opened her door sliding out leaving my dick beginning to swell in my pants.
Ann let herself in through the garage trying to be quiet not wanting to wake the kids. She stepped into the kitchen and heard voices coming from the lower den. When she heard my voice in the background over other voices she knew that Katherine had found our stash of home movies. It would later dawn on us that I had been viewing a DVD and left it in the player. Initially Ann wondered what Kat must be thinking of us both – what had she already seen? The DVD's were loaded with swinger parties, both of us pleasuring other couples, submitting to others – black, white, male, female. Ann could not imagine what Katherine must be wondering.
As she turned the corner, she detected soft sighs rise above the audio on our hi-def set. The lights were low but Ann saw Kat's jeans lying haphazardly on the floor. Rounding the couch, Kat's eyes were closed as she had one hand buried under her lacey pink thong as another rummaged under her sweat shirt. Ann knew she should announce her entrance. Perhaps retreat giving the young girl a chance to recover. But her already randy mood and seeing this delectable flesh in front of her, she knew she wanted to take her. Ann thought just a second before she softly said, "Kat...I see you're enjoying our movies."
Katherine was startled and grabbed anxiously at the afghan that had been draped across the couch. The look of horror was evident as she searched madly at where she had discarded her jeans. "It's okay baby. That's what the movies are for...to relax...it's a natural thing. I didn't mean to interrupt."
"I...uh...I'm so sorry. I wasn't...I mean I didn't go though your stuff. This disc was in there and I guess I hit play and...."
Ann again reassured her. "Kat, I'm not upset. As a matter of fact, I'm rather horny too. Do you mind some company?" Without waiting for a reply Ann slid down on the couch with a short distance between the two. Ann dropped the shoes off her feet and tucked them under her as she settled back on the couch. "That's a party we went to a couple of weeks back," Ann replied as Kat's eyes once again fixed on the screen.
