Both women looked relieved at that, and Branson agreed to follow them home.
Next I pulled out my wallet. Good babysitter wages at the time might have been a couple of bucks an hour, maybe $20 for the night. I pulled out a pair of fifties. I laid one in the palm of her hand and said, "This is for taking care of Charlie. He obviously had a fine time and is none the worse for the wear, and a nice tip on top of that." Then I laid the second fifty next to the first one. "And this is for being smart and brave and knowing what to do. That's worth a nice bonus."
Lauren protested it was too much, and Becky just gabbled, "Oh my God!" That was probably more money than she would make the rest of the month combined.
I smiled. "It's not too much. You did the smart thing, and we appreciate it. Besides, this way I get guaranteed future baby-sitting service!"
"Meaning what?", asked Lauren, curiously.
"Meaning that even if Becky didn't want to babysit, or couldn't, you know she's going to tell her girlfriends at school and church. Marilyn will be able to line up any number of girls to help!"
Lauren laughed at that and Marilyn groaned. "Okay, enough of you being a businessman. Let's let Lauren and Becky go home, and I need to change Charlie and put him to bed. This is way past his bedtime!" She hugged Lauren and Becky, and headed inside. I shook Branson's hand and gave Becky a shoulder hug, and waved as they all left. Then I cleaned out the back of the car and followed my wife inside.
I let Dum-Dum out of the laundry room, where Marilyn had locked her, and put her on her tie-out in the back yard. Then, while she did her business, I took Marilyn's purchases down to our bedroom and dropped them off. I could hear her in Charlie's room reading him a bedtime story, and trying to get him to go back to sleep. It had been an exciting evening, and he wasn't interested. I smiled to myself and then went back and let Dum-Dum back in. She ran around in circles in the living room until I sat down in my recliner, and then she jumped up with me, and I rubbed her belly while she licked my face, and I calmed her down.
When Marilyn finished with Charlie, she came out looking for me. "Hey, that's my seat!", she protested to Dum-Dum.
Our dog looked up at her with supreme indifference. "I think Dum-Dum thinks it's the other way around.", I told her.
"Lazy mutt!"
I chuckled and sat upright, dropping Dum-Dum to the floor (gently). "You want some wine? I think I could do with a drink?"
"Me too!", agreed Marilyn. She followed me out to the kitchen, where we had our wine rack on the side counter. I pulled out a bottle of Louis Jadot Macon-Villages Chardonnay, and dug out the corkscrew. Marilyn plopped onto a bar stool and asked, "Do you think there's a problem?"
"What, with what Becky saw?" Marilyn nodded. "No, I don't think so. She doesn't know what she saw! A green car that may or may not have been stopped on the road, but that she didn't see very well - you did see that her glasses have lenses like the bottoms of a couple of Coke bottles, right? For all we know, somebody up the road just bought a green car, and was out taking a test drive."
"So you think it's nothing?"
"Probably. Just keep an eye open the next few days. If you see anything odd, let me know.", I assured her. Seriously, it sounded like absolutely nothing to me. The only reason anybody could possibly be looking the place over was if they wanted to kidnap Charlie for ransom. But how would they know I had any money? I wasn't well known in the business field, and even in the private equity business we were small potatoes. Nobody had written about us in the paper or a magazine. If it was a kidnapping attempt or setup, it seemed incredibly amateurish. Why drive back and forth around the house first? It had to be a neighbor.
"It kind of put a damper on the festivities, tonight!", commented Marilyn, with a wicked smile to her face. "I was planning on getting ready while you took Becky back home. I wasn't figuring on having Charlie awake when we got home."
I gave a light laugh at that. "Kind of killed the mood, huh?" I smiled and shrugged. "We'll have to plan a crazy night by ourselves this winter, when we take that Mommy-Daddy vacation."
We kept chatting for a moment, keeping an ear out for Charlie, who woke up once and Marilyn had to settle him back down. He was over-tired, a strange concept unless you have small children, and didn't want to sleep. He was fighting it, but I knew once he did fall asleep, he would be out all night. When my wife came back, I topped off my glass and then poured the rest of the wine in her glass. "I think I'm going to sit and read for a bit." I told her.
"I'm going to take a quick shower." Marilyn took her glass of wine and headed for the bedroom. I nodded and followed her, but stopped in the living room and sat down. Dum-Dum was in the room, but gnawing a bone on an old throw pillow in the corner.
Fifteen minutes later I decided I needed to take a piss. The hall bathroom was too close to Charlie's room, so I continued down to our bedroom to use our bathroom. Marilyn wasn't in the shower, but was in the bathtub, up to her neck in bubbles. I looked around, surprised she was bathing and not showering. The bag from the drug store had been opened, and the enema kit had been opened and was set on the vanity. Marilyn's razor was sitting on the side of the tub. Her wine glass was empty and she had a very wicked smile on her face.
"My glass is empty, Carl. Can you get me a refill?", she asked sweetly.
"Uh, yeah, sure."
"Good. I decided I didn't want to go to sleep after all."
"Back in a bit.", I told her. I headed back to the kitchen. I guess the evening wasn't going to be a total bust after all! I cracked open a second bottle of Chardonnay and topped my glass off again, and then carried it and the bottle back to the bedroom.
I stopped in my tracks when I saw what Marilyn was up to. No longer under the bubbles, she was now sitting up on the edge, her legs splayed wide, with a coating of shaving cream at her crotch and a razor in her right hand. BOING! I might not be a soldier anymore, but I was sure standing at attention!
Marilyn smiled innocently at me. "I like to be really, really smooth. Don't you like that, too, honey?"
It took me a second to respond. "Uh, yeah, absolutely!" I filled her glass from the bottle, and watched her shave her pussy clean.
"I really want it smooth. Come here, feel if it's smooth enough.", she asked.
Well, I'm nothing if not helpful! I set my glass down and went over to Marilyn and put my fingers to her pussy. My wife had a dreamy smile on her face as I ran my fingers over her pussylips and down into her slit, and played with her clit. I kept it up until she grabbed my arm and sighed in orgasm. "I think it's pretty slick.", I told her.
"All right, hand me my glass and get out. I'll let you know when I'm ready. Just don't drink all the wine."
I smiled at that, and Marilyn sank back down under the bubbles. I swallowed some of my own wine, touched it up, and then left the bottle next to the tub, so she could pour her own. I set her glass on the tub and wandered out of the room. I stopped in our bedroom. The Boy Scouts always say to be prepared, so it was my turn. I hadn't been wearing an undershirt, but I had worn some briefs. I pulled my pants off and stripped out of them, and then pulled my pants back on commando fashion. I also kicked off my shoes and removed my socks.
What the hell! I had been looking forward to some fun and games when I got my wife home. She wanted the 'Carl Buckman Experience' and I wanted to give her one! I went back out to the living room and sat back down in the recliner. I wanted to watch Marilyn some more, but she had something in mind. If it involved the enema kit, I wasn't interested in watching. I went back to reading my magazine.