Gotta Have Faith

Douglas has arranged for Elizabeth and Antoine to have a meal in the mostly Black part of town. He begged off from going, saying he had work to do, so Douglas and Elizabeth brought in the babysitter, Faith, for the night.

Faith was from the trailer park. She had only known poverty. She was poorly educated, naive to a fault, and terribly sweet and innocent. She loved Emily and Aaron, and she loved to come to their home, in the nice part of town, and dream of a better life.

Douglas came home early. Faith was playing peekaboo with Aaron.

"Oh, Mr. Lancaster," Faith said, startled. "I didn't expect you home so soon." She was a pretty girl, with red hair that she usually kept in a ponytail. She still wore her letterman's jacket that she got for participating in band in high school. She smiled at Douglas. She needed braces, he thought. Hard to believe she had graduated from high school only a few short months ago. He never felt that innocent at 18.

"It's okay, Faith," Douglas said, putting her at ease.

"Do you want me to go home?" she asked.

"No, no, stay. Let's chat for a bit."

And they did. About Faith's aspirations. She wanted to go to community college. About Douglas's career, which dazzled her. About traveling. And when he offered her a glass of wine, she didn't decline. After a few glasses, he checked Elizabeth's location. They were on their way back. It was time. He leaned forward, kissing Faith hard. Dulled by the wine, and in awe of the company, she melted into the kiss.

"Let's go upstairs," Douglas said. Faith paused, but nodded.

They entered the bed, stripping each other. Faith clumsily tugged on Douglas's cock. He guided it into her mouth as he turned off the baby monitor.

***

Antoine and Elizabeth arrived at home. Elizabeth's belly, swollen at nine months, brushed against Antoine as he leaned in to kiss her. She laughed, opening the door.

The kids were crying. Elizabeth hurried to the living room. They'd both dirtied their diapers. Where was faith, Elizabeth thought. She went up to the bedroom and opened the door. And there it was. Douglas, her beloved, her husband, having sex with the babysitter while her children were neglected. He was balls deep inside her, his cock erect. Elizabeth looked at him, fury in her eyes. He pushed in one last time, seeding Faith's pussy. Faith saw Elizabeth, her eyes widening.

"Mrs. Lancaster! I'm so sorry, it just happened," Faith said, faltering. It'd felt so special a few minutes ago, when Douglas took her virginity. Now it was all so wrong.

"Faith. Out. Right now. Douglas. You piece of shit," Elizabeth said, breaking down. "Out. Now." Antoine leaned forward, and Elizabeth steadied herself on him. No. This was the worst time for contractions.