The couple I babysit for invited me to a threesome [FMF]

My first summer off from college I was babysitting for some neighbors for extra cash, the folks were young parents, the dad was like 35, and the mom was 22, she was a senior when I was a freshman in high school so I knew her from back in the day but we weren’t close friends or anything. She had dated a few of my friends, so we were friendly. She met her husband her freshman year of college and they now had a 16 month old and were finally interested in going out on the town again.

I’d known the husband, John, because he owned the crossfit studio where I worked out at every day. His wife, Clara had been working there since college. They were a cute, super fit couple, and super down to earth and nice. Plus I’d babysit from 7pm to 1am or so and make $100 bucks, so I was happy with the arrangement we had.

It was the fourth Saturday in a row I’d babysat for them, and the first time, they’d come home at 10pm apologizing for being home so late, and I told them they need to stay out and enjoy themselves. The second time they were out until 11, then 1am, and it was pushing 2am now and they hadn’t shown yet. The last time they were out til 1am, I fell asleep on the couch and they just let me crash there.

As the clock pushed past 1am, I decided fuck it, I was staying the night. So, I hopped in the shower and got cleaned up, then dried off. I wrapped the towel around my waist and I went outside to grab my workout bag where I had some spare clothes. I had an oversized tshirt that they were giving away at the gym advertising an energy drink and some spare undies, so I put them on and curled up on the couch and fell asleep watching TV.

I somehow slept through them coming in the door and shaking me awake. When I opened my eyes the TV came into focus and it was straight up softcore porn. A guy had a woman bent over a couch and he was slapping her ass and fucking her. I sat up, and looked around, Clara was laughing and switched off the TV.

“Hey, not my type of porn, but to each their own,” Clara said jokingly. Her husband was laughing and walked out of the room. I thought I was in trouble. I could smell the booze on them pretty heavily.

John came back in with two glasses of wine and handed his wife one. He asked if I was staying the night, I shrugged, he said, might as well and handed me his glass of wine. I felt groggy, but took a big sip and clinked glasses with Clara.

“If you’re sleeping over, might as well stay in the guest room and not the couch,” she said. John kept coming in and out of the room, refilling wine and checking on their kid. They were both sitting fairly close to me and I felt a bit overwhelmed and finished my wine, wondering if I should excuse myself and go home or what was up.

“We were thinking about going for a night swim, would you want to join us?” Clara asked?

I was teetering between ‘fuck it’ and ‘run for it’ but I had vowed to open up more with my life in general being in college and leaned into saying ‘fuck it’ for sure.

“I don’t have a suit,” I told her.

Clara leaned over and touched my bare thigh with her warm fingertips, “You can borrow one of mine.”

We were about the same size, even after having a kid, she snapped back to her tight body. I shrugged, and she smiled and walked off. They left me alone in the room for a few minutes, then came back dressed for the pool. John had a pair of short swim trunks on, his impressive abs standing out, he was lean like a swimmer and hairless. Clara was wearing a really lowcut bikini bottom and top and tossed me a one-piece. They said they’d go out and make sure the water was warm enough and I can go out the bathroom door and meet them. I was nervous.

After they went out the patio door I went into the bathroom where I took off my top and panties, wishing I’d shaved recently. I had some stubble going on, hopefully it would be dark. I slid into the white one-piece which was a bit tight all over, I kind of looked like a kid in one-pieces which is why I never wore them. I rock a 32b and am pretty flat, so it’s not that impressive. And with my hair cut super short, it’s even more obvious.

I stepped out and the warmth from the pool could be felt in the air. It was almost steaming. John was at the outdoor bar filling glasses and Clara was sitting on the edge of the pool kicking her legs softly in the water. I joined her.

“Sorry,” she said, “that’s the only suit I have other than this one.”

“It’s fine,” I smiled. She put her fingertips back on my thigh, slowly moving them from my knee to my upper thigh, I got goosebumps. John sat down on the other side of me and handed me a small glass with what looked like vodka and soda in it. Clara took hers and sipped at it. I took mine down in two gulps and they laughed. I was still nervous, but it was passing. There were more lights around then I thought there would be, so I slid down into the warm water.

They joined me and we swum around a bit and John stayed next to Clara, kissing her neck and shoulders. I announced I was going to make another drink, and went up the steps. While I was pouring vodka into my glass I noticed them both staring. I looked down and saw my suit was almost entirely see through. Great.

“Sorry, I forgot that happens,” Clara said, getting out of the pool. She was getting a towel off of a low shelf.

“It’s ok,” I said trying my best to be bold. She set the towel next to me, and told me I looked amazing. John was in the pool, on the edge staring up at us, and he probably got more of a show than she did.

“Here,” he said, slapping his wet suit down on the side of the pool, “now you don’t have to feel shy!”

I laughed, Clara shook her head in mock disapproval, and gave me kind of a ‘Men, what are you going to do?’ look. They asked for refills so I topped off their glasses and sat on the edge of the pool, put the drinks down and slid into the pool.

“I didn’t do that on purpose,” Clara said.

“Uh huh,” I poked at her. She was almost blushing. She was floating in front of John, pushing against him. He was toying with the knots on her suit.

“Well, now you’re the only one not naked,” he said to his wife.

“To be fair, she isn’t naked,” she said.

In a sudden moment of boldness I unhooked my shoulders from the suit and wiggled out of it, dropping it with a wet plop on the cement next to the pool. John laughed.

“Settles that,” she said, and took her suit off revealing a pretty amazing pair of breasts, still swelled from breastfeeding. Her nipples were dark and stood out.

“You look amazing with the baby and all,” I said, unsure of how to word that sentence halfway through with saying it. She smiled and did a fake little bow, and turned around sticking her tight little butt out at me.

“I worked for it!”

John agreed with her and he kept kissing her neck as they both floated near the edge of the pool.

“It paid off, my cousin had a baby more than two years ago and she is still really chubby.”

“It takes discipline and I was in good shape when we got pregnant.”

“Is sex any different afterwards?” I asked, truly curious, but realizing now it seemed like flirting.

“Well, for like two months it’s impossible, but it all comes back. Why, do you want to have a kid?”

“Eventually, yeah,” I said.

“Wait until it’s right,” John offered.

“We decided one kid only, so John got the big V done after we had Jax.”

“Ahh,” I said, not sure how to respond to learning a naked man a few feet away from me was infertile.

“It’s easier than a girl getting her tubes tied,” she added.

I nodded, “I have to pee,” I went for the steps and climbed out, feeling very on display, and went into the bathroom to pee. When I came out the lights were more dim and half of them were off. They were talking softly by the edge of the pool. I took the steps back into the warm water, not wanting to dive in and make a big splash.

Clara swam next to me and we were talking more and it got a bit long winded about school and everything going on there. John got out and made more drinks, and I was starting to feel nice and tipsy, and definitely more bold. I got a good peek of his penis, and he was semi-hard and a solid six or seven inches. It was on the impressive side of normal.

Back in the pool, he was glued to Clara’s side and they were about a foot away from me as we talked, the conversation kept sliding into flirting territory. Mid-conversation I noticed Clara bite her lip and grip the pool side tighter, and I realized John had one of his hands between her legs. She played it off like nothing was happening. I played along.

When her breathing picked up, I smiled and said, “is that nice?” She nodded silently, and I looked at John who was smiling, one hand covering her left breast, playing with her nipple.

“That ok?” Clara said, letting out a deep breath.

“Yeah,” I said, “Do your thing!” It came out more enthusiastic than I thought. Clara leaned forward and put a hand on my shoulder, tightening her grip on me. She was starting to breathe really heavy, “He must be good with his fingers,” I said to her.

She talked between breaths, “Yes. The. Best.”

I’d had a few guys finger me in my life, but never remotely came close to orgasming once from it. I’d actually never even came from regular sex. At that point I’d only had two orgasms in my life. Once when I was younger and a girl I was friends with went down on me at a sleepover, and the second time was when I snuck my mom’s vibrator out of her room and used it in the middle of the night after dirty texting with my crush for hours.

John asked if I’d ever been in a threesome, I shook my head no, and asked him if they had, he said they had a few times, but it never really went anywhere. We were having this casual conversation while Clara was in the process of what looked like a mind-blowing orgasm while gripping on to my shoulder. She leaned her whole body into me and placed her head against my shoulder and she gasped and shook.

John pulled his hand out of the water and said, “High five!,” holding it up for me to slap. I cracked up and fived him while Clara recovered. He slid next to her and we kept talking about sex. He was asking about how I lost my virginity. I could see in the water he was visibly hard.

“We should all take a shower,” Clara said.

I agreed, feeling super bold and turned on. We all climbed out of the now darkened pool and went into the master bathroom entrance. They had a huge walk in shower, it was bigger than a dressing room at a clothing store and had multiple shower heads. John flipped some switches and it went from scalding bright to mood lighting. Clara got the water going and stepped in, leading me in with her.

Before I even got my hair wet, she was kissing my neck and lips. I felt her hands wandering over my body. John stepped in and stood next to us, he was kind of awkwardly petting each of us. Clara pushed me against the cold wall and slid down to her knees, raising one of my legs above her shoulder. She pushed her warm lips between my legs and I gasped. It had been a long time since someone went down on me, and I’d missed it terribly. She was damn good too, within about thirty seconds I was panting and scared I was going to fall over. John stepped in and helped steady my leg, he was kissing me deeply and playing with one of my nipples as his wife focused her tongue on my sensitive clit.

I’d never felt more turned on, my body was on fire. Clara has slid two fingers deep inside me and was rubbing them against my gspot as she flicked my clit around with her tongue. John braced me and I could feel his throbbing cock pressed against my inner thigh, inches from my aching pussy. I reached down and took it in my hand, stroking softly.

Then Clara shifted speeds or something and that was it, I almost cried out as I went from feeling amazing to seconds from cumming. I was panting hard and John held me tight, oh my god oh my god oh my god I cried out as I gushed all over Clara’s face. She looked up at me with a massive smile.

Clara looked over and saw me holding her husband’s dick in my hand and she said something like, “You want that?” but I could barely hear her. I nodded, and John stepped in, he pushed the head of his cock against my pulsing pussy lips that were honestly the most sensitive they’d ever been in my life. I wanted to scream as he pushed inside me. I couldn’t handle the feeling. He held me against the wall and slid deeper. I gasped and grabbed at his back, holding him tight. Clara stepped in, pushing her lips against my mouth, still dripping with my own pussy juices.

My entire body felt cold and on fire at the same time. I could feel myself building up again as he thrust inside of me over and over. The head of his cock ground inside of me. It was entirely too much to handle. I had never been fucked like this. I didn’t want it to end.

He roughly turned me around and pushed my cheek against the wall, I felt Clara’s hands all over my back and ass. He went into second gear while grabbing my hips. He thrust like a jackhammer, making my knees incredibly weak as I tried to push against the wet tile wall. I had no real control and it felt amazing.

His cock wetly thrust into me, and his body slapped against me. I felt Clara rubbing her nails along my back, she was encouraging John, telling him to fuck me harder. She said something about him having a little slut and then he smacked my ass cheek hard. I gasped. I was so close to cumming, then I was suddenly there. It took over my body insanely fast. Like a warm wave, I was suddenly shuddering and couldn’t contain a cry. I tried to push against him, but he wouldn’t let me get away. He kept fucking me through the pulsing orgasm and it was too goddamn much.

Clara reached between my legs, and rubbed a flat finger against my clit making me fall against the wall. I cried out and I felt like my entire body emptied as I came, I deflated like a balloon and slid down the wall onto the floor. I looked up and John was panting, Clara was stroking his cock asking him if he came, he shook his head no. She slid down on her knees again and sucked him off, he leaned against the wall breathing deeply until he came hard in her mouth, gasping as he did.

Clara didn’t hesitate and jumped up, handing us all towels. They started drying off like nothing just happened. I played along. It looked like the games were all over. Clara ushered me out and showed me where the sheets and stuff were at, it was awkward af. They then shut themselves in their bedroom.

I took the chance to get dressed and sneak out and quick-walk the four blocks to my parents house, where I keyed in and passed out in bed unsure if I wanted them to never mention it again or text me.

The first happened, it never came up, they never texted or called me, they both blocked me on social and it was never discussed. That was that.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ck9xk5/the_couple_i_babysit_for_invited_me_to_a