Nessa pricked up. Wine and giggles wafted into the house from the entryway. She smiled and flicked the remote, making The Lion King waver and disappear.
“Nessie! Nessiiie.” It was Maryanna, the mother, slurring her giddy whisper. Nessa smiled and stood up, not bothering to adjust the strap of her silky cami, which had slipped off her left shoulder.
“Yanna.” She crossed the living room to the couple, embracing the brunette and resting her hand on Rob’s broad shoulder. "How was dinner?“
"We got a little tipsy,” Rob said, smiling at Nessa over his wife’s head. "And how were the kids?“
"Perfect angels. And even sleeping now. I promised you’d give them a goodnight kiss.” Nessa untangled herself from Maryanna’s embrace. Her cami now hung so low her nipple threatened to make an appearance.
“First things first,” Maryanna said, taking Nessa’s face in both hands. She screwed her face up into a very serious expression and managed, “You are a wonderful babysitter and I’m glad you’re still here.” Then she pulled Nessa in for a long French kiss. Nessa relaxed into Maryanna’s soft bosom and ran her hands down the older woman’s back, to her waist. Maryanna broke off the kiss and ran her tongue along her lips, smearing the last of her lipstick suggestively. Nessa’s hands roved up to Maryanna’s breasts, cupping them as she gazed at them hungrily.
“Okay, okay, if you promised a goodnight kiss, I’m not gonna be the one who turns you into a liar.” It was Rob who broke them up now, gently pushing between them. Both women wriggled up and he sighed in mock exasperation. "Seriously. Nessa, bedroom. Yanna, let’s go kiss the kids.“
"You’re right,” Maryanna said, curling her lip in an attractive pout. Nessa laughed, hiding it behind the back of her hand, and gave them both shy smiles as she slipped back into the hallway. She went into their bedroom and waited, perched on the edge of the bed.
She heard the soft sounds of covers being pulled up, foreheads being kissed, and tightly-held toys being confiscated, and she smiled. This was the job she lived for. To care for a family so deeply that after the young ones were away, the adults could play.
Maryanna came into the bedroom first, exaggerating every tip-toe step. With two swift strokes of her long arms, her dress was off and she bounded onto the bed like a husky puppy, wriggling up to Nessa. Nessa giggled as the older woman nosed at her neck. "Eee! Stoppit, Yanna, you’re giving me the heebies!“
They fell to tickling one another until all their clothes were in a heap at the end of the bed. The pair was just crawling under the covers when Rob arrived, shutting the door behind him. "Privacy! Geez, girls!”
“Oh, shut your lame face and get into my bed,” Maryanna said, scooting over so her bare ass was against Nessa’s and patting the remaining space. "We know what you want, so let us give it to you.“ She threw an exaggerated wink over her shoulder.
Rob rolled into the bed and the women swarmed him. Nessa slid her nubile body down his legs, rocking her crotch against his thigh, cuddling his feet to her. Maryanna, meanwhile, pulled her hair back and dove to work on her husband’s cock. After a few moments, Rob pushed them off. "All right. My turn.”
He made them lie side by side, face up, legs spread. Nessa found she was trembling. She reached out and took Maryanna’s hand, squeezing her excitement. "I love this part,“ she whispered, as Rob’s hands descended to both of them at once.