Lecturing the Babysitter - part 2

Henessy perches on the edge of the bed, knees parted, while Mr. White's fingers work between them. The door clicks. Mrs. Smith steps in, eyes sweeping over the scene as if she'd expected it all along. "So this is what happens when I'm out," she says, voice low and steady. She crosses the room, heels clicking on hardwood. Henessy freezes, but Mrs. Smith only cups the girl's chin, tilting her face up. "Let's see what he's been teaching you." She undresses with deliberate calm—blouse open, skirt unzipped—until she stands in nothing but stockings. Her breasts press against Henessy's back as she settles behind her, guiding the girl's hips forward. Mr. White stays hard, watching. Mrs. Smith reaches down, wraps her hand around him, and feeds him into Henessy in one smooth stroke. The girl gasps; Mrs. Smith smiles. "That's it. Take him deep." The pace builds. Mrs. Smith's fingers find Henessy's clit, rubbing in tight circles while Mr. White thrusts. Henessy's breath hitches, blonde hair falling over her face. Mrs. Smith leans in, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Now show me you can take more." She eases Henessy forward until the girl's chest meets the sheets. One slick finger circles the tight ring of muscle between Henessy's cheeks, then presses inside. Henessy moans, pushing back. Mrs. Smith adds another finger, stretching her, working her open while Mr. White keeps driving into her cunt. The door opens again. Mr. Smith pauses in the doorway, briefcase still in hand, taking in the three bodies tangled on the bed. His wife looks up, unfazed. "You're late." He sets the case down. Shoes off. Belt undone. He steps behind his wife, palms sliding over her hips, and sinks into her in one thrust. The bed rocks harder now—four bodies moving, skin slapping, breath sharp. Mrs. Smith's fingers never leave Henessy's ass; she keeps working the girl open until Mr. White pulls out and presses the head of his cock there instead. Henessy bites the sheet as he pushes in, slow, steady, until he's buried to the hilt. Mrs. Smith watches, eyes dark, then reaches between her own legs to rub her clit while her husband fucks her from behind. The room fills with the wet sound of bodies and the low, broken sounds Henessy makes every time Mr. White bottoms out. Mrs. Smith comes first, clenching around her husband. He follows, pulling out to stripe her ass with come. Mr. White pulls free of Henessy's ass, strokes himself twice, and paints her lower back. Henessy stays on her knees, trembling, a thin thread of come sliding down the curve of her spine.