Our new baby sitter’s mum (2)

This is the sequel to “Our new baby sitter’s mum (1)” It’s probably better if you read it first.

On Saturday night Helen took care of bathing our two daughters, Phillipa and Mary, while I was preparing their meals and ours. Helen fed them, read them a story and put them to bed. Then the three of us sat down to our dinner.

“So Helen,”, I asked, “are you looking forward to more fucking tonight?”

“Oh! Yes! I’ve been hoping all day that you two would be up for more fucking tonight. Is it really OK with both of you?”

“No, Helen. It’s not just OK with us – it’s fucking brilliant. Isn’t it, Naomi?”

“Fuck yes. I’m wet just thinking about it.”

So without watching any TV or even stopping to chat over a drink or two, we headed for the bedroom.

“Helen, I don’t know if you like to eat pussy, or have your pussy eaten. Do you?”

“Well, Naomi, until John ate my pussy last night I’d never tried either, but because you have already given me so much pleasure, I somehow feel comfortable doing anything that you two suggest. No! More than comfortable, I’m keen to try anything with you.”

“Great! Then how about we start with me on my back, you eating my pussy while John fucks you from behind. After we all cum, you and I can swap places and do it again. Does that sound like a plan?”

“Oh! Yes! You two come up with such exciting combinations. I wish that I had met you years ago. I guess that sex with my ex-husband became boring because we always did the same thing. Perhaps if we had known you he might not have been cheating on me because we would have playing with other partners together.”

“Enough philosophy, already. Stick your tongue in my cunt and start licking. And stick your bum in the air so that John can fuck you.”

For the next little while, maybe it was 5 minutes, maybe it was 50, I was in heaven as Helen licked up and down my slit, pushing her tongue into my hole then sliding up to play with my clit. For someone who claimed never to have done this before she was very good. I was aware that John was fucking her vigorously because on every in stroke her face was pushed against my crotch. Otherwise I was only aware of the wonderful feeling building inside me.

Then she was no longer being pushed against me and I realised that John must be pumping his cum into her. That thought, combined with the pleasure that she had been giving me, pushed me over the edge, I came so much that I actually squirted, something that I have done before but only rarely.

Eventually the feeling of euphoria passed and I was able to talk again.

“Fuck! That was the best that I’ve had in a long time. Did you cum too, Helen?”

“She came alright. It was her cunt contracting and squeezing my cock that finally triggered my orgasm. I’ve filled her with another big load of my baby juice.”

“Oh!