Isabella: Part 0: Babysitter

The ride home from the pool party was an awkward one. Adam Blancher and his wife Sheryl had left in a hurry in order to avoid causing a scene. Five times Adam had already opened his mouth to ask something and five times his wife had said, “Not a word.”

The source of the awkwardness was none other than Mrs. Blancher herself, who had allowed herself to become more drunk than she intended. She was an active drunk, the type that hit on anything male. As it so happened, their host’s fifteen year old son had noticed and tried to get her to rest in a room upstairs. That proved to be a big mistake. No sooner had he gotten her onto the bed then she had started stripping both herself and him.

Luckily it was Adam who noticed his wife’s absence from the party and had gone in search of her. He found her asleep and naked in bed with the teenager; his fresh cum still leaking from her beautifully fucked cunt. He woke her as quietly as possible and helped her get dressed. They left the party in a hurry and arrived at the current situation due to Mrs. Blancher’s refusal to answer any of Adam’s questions.

“I’m not responsible for what happens when I drink,” she finally blurted out.

Adam thought for a moment before responding. “No, I suppose not,” he agreed. This was far from the first time she had cheated on him. Normally she was much less drunk. “I’m worried the boy will brag to all his friends and get you in trouble.”

“I’ll just have to deny everything. It seems like a story a horny teenager would make up,” Sheryl assured her husband.

“What if you get pregnant?” Adam argued.

“We’ve always wanted a little brother for Andy, haven’t we?” she suggested coyly.

“I was under the impression I would share some DNA with Andy’s little brother,” Adam grumbled.

“Look on the bright side; if it’s a girl, you’ll have a hole you can use when I’m not in the mood,” Sheryl laughed.

“Don’t even suggest that,” Adam was appalled. Sheryl straightened her face and stared at him, waiting to see if she went too far. Finally Adam began to laugh. “God you say the craziest things when you are drunk. Fine, I was gonna have you get a morning after pill but somehow I feel like it would just be a waste. We wanted another child and one may well have just arrived. Why kill it and plant another seed. I’m not so vain that I need it to be my kid. God woman, one of these days you are going to get us into trouble.”

“Like you didn’t fuck that flight attendant in the bathroom on that business trip of yours last year.”

“I used a condom and I told you about it as soon as I got home. Were you going to tell me about William?”

“Was that his name?” Sheryl cocked her head in thought. “I don’t know. I hadn’t decided yet. I mean, I was still sleeping when you caught us.”

“Fine, you’re off the hook. But the next hot piece of ass I see is mine. No complaints, got it?”

By then they had arrived back at their house. Sheryl waited until they had parked in the garage and entered through the kitchen door before responding. “Fine.” She raised her hands in surrender. “If you think a drunken fling is worth a flight attendant and a sober romp with just any girl you see, who am I to judge. I’m gonna be off sex for a while if I really am pregnant. You just have all the fun you want. My sister is off limits though.”

“I wonder who I should have,” Adam muttered to himself as he took off his shoes. He was only partially serious. Once Sheryl was chock full of hormones she was likely to take back her promise to let him cheat on her.

“Listen to you, sounding like you’ve got your pick of the crop. Girls aren’t like… William,” she struggled with her sex partner’s name for a bit. “They won’t all jump at the chance to bed an old man like you.”

“I still look like I could be in my twenties,” Adam argued. “I could at least convince a mom from the parent teachers conference.”

“Please don’t do that,” Sheryl groaned. “I’m friends with some of the mothers. It’ll get around.” Adam did not respond. He had already walked into the next room. Sheryl waited for the sound of the TV turning on but she did not hear it. After her curiosity got the better of her she followed him into the den. Lying on the couch, curled up in a cute ball was Wanda, their babysitter. The TV was already on but it was muted because Andy, their son, was in his basinet rather than having been put in the crib upstairs. Wanda was forbidden to leave him in a room by himself. She did this often so she could watch TV.

Sheryl went over to the basinet and made sure Andy was alright. He was soundly asleep. Then she looked over at Adam who was staring down at Wanda with a gentle smile on his face. Wanda was part Hispanic and had beautiful bronze skin and shiny copper hair. She was wearing a tank top and short shorts as it was quite hot in the summertime, hence the pool party.

Her hair was covering part of her face and she was breathing softly. Her legs were bent so they could fit on the couch, causing her butt to stick out partially. It took Sheryl less than a second to realize what her husband was thinking. “Oh no. You can’t be serious. She’s barely sixteen.”

“Should you say that? William was younger than her,” Adam reminded her.

“I was drunk,” she hissed.

“I have permission,” he countered.

“From me, not from her.”

“Come on, I want to hear you say it,” he giggled.

Sheryl rolled her eyes. She was still too drunk to care about her husband cheating on her. Her only concern was him getting in trouble for sex with a minor. “Fine. You have permission to fuck Wanda. God that sounds so wrong. I feel like her pimp. Wait, let me say it that way. Fuck her up good. Teach the little slut what an adult cock feels like.