Babysitter Mix-up [Hotwife, Futanari]

Carli was kicking back watching some Netflix. Her homework lay spread out in front of her on the coffee table but she was taking a break. She glanced at the clock. It was just after 1 am. The kids were sound asleep and she was expecting Mr and Mrs Roberts to be home shortly.

She looks over at the various family pictures that hung in a cluster on the wall opposite the large window looking out over their backyard. Carli smiled. What a perfect couple. Good looking, successful, rich. Mr Roberts was tall and dashing. Slender at the waist but with wide shoulders, he quite obviously worked out. His black hair had just a hint of grey along the temples that gave him a worldly sophisticated look. Carli wished there was a boy or two at her school that looked like Mr Roberts. And Mrs Roberts, a beautiful buxom blonde. She was a little thicker around the middle now than in her wedding picture, but that only seemed to enhance her thick womanly curves. And facially she was even more attractive now. She was a woman whom had grown into her good looks. Carli didn't know for sure but she guessed that Mr Roberts was in his mid forties and Mrs Roberts in her late thirties. And the kids of course were adorable. What a perfect family.

This wasn't how she had been planning to spend her Friday night but the Roberts' other usual babysitter, Denise, had cancelled at the last minute. Mr Roberts had called Carli up and begged her to sit for them. Insisting the kids would only accept her or Denise without putting up a huge stink. Finally, after he had offered her double her normal rate, Carli agreed. She could use the extra money and she didn't have any concrete plans anyways.

She was just closing up her books after deciding she wouldn't get anymore of it done tonight when she heard the car pull into the driveway. She notices the car came in fast, the brakes actually screeching as it came to a stop. The Roberts' usually got a cab home when they went out. She was already wondering if something was wrong when all doubts were erased by the volume and tenor of their raised voices.