"I guess not," Billy agreed.

"Be sure and keep it a secret," Terri told him again.

"I know the name of the game," Billy chirped proudly. "Yes, honey. Keep that a secret too."

By the time Ralph and Ann Carlton retuned home, Terri had cleaned up any trace of the little party she'd had. She'd finished Tommy's beer herself and opened another. She hardly ever had anything alcoholic to drink, but something had depressed her. Maybe it was Tommy's squeamishness about what he'd done.

"I'll drive you home in a second," Ralph told her. "Just let me make me a quick drink."

As far as Terri was concerned, Ralph didn't need that drink. His wife was in the same shape, and she kept going on about what a good babysitter Terri was. Terri was glad they hadn't seen her earlier. Still vivid in her memory was how it had felt to have Tommy's hot cock going in and out of her pussy. She shivered, closing her eyes for a second in happy reverie. If only Tommy hadn't acted so funny afterwards.

When Ralph Carlton didn't come to drive her home, Terri decided to go on by herself, it was only a few blocks and she didn't really mind walking. When she stepped into the hall to tell him, Terri saw why she'd had to wait.

From where she stood, she could see into the Carltons' bedroom. Ann Carlton was on her back, her dress pulled up around her waist. One shoe had slipped off and her panties were hanging from her hand. Ralph Carlton hadn't even bothered to take off his pants. He was fucking her, his ass plunging as the blonde woman moaned and dug her heels into her husband's back.

Terri let herself out and headed down the walk in the darkness. Her mind was swirling with what she'd just seen. The way Ralph Carlton had been fucking his wife thrilled Terri. It was easy imagining herself on that bed with Ralph fucking her. God, he fucked better than Tommy, or so it seemed. He seemed to know what he was doing a lot more than Tommy had. At least it seemed that way. Terri went back, crossing the lawn to a bedroom window.