I had just about decided to go upstairs and shower when the doorbell rang. Since David was in the back yard and Janine wouldn't hear if Big Ben went off next to the house, I had to get up and answer it.
Opening the door revealed a boy about Janine's age, with sandy brown hair and bright green eyes. He had probably just had a growth spurt, since he had the tall, slightly gangly frame that many teenage boys develop, but the t-shirt he was wearing showed enough muscle to prove that he got a fair bit of exercise. He was also quite tanned, as if he spent a lot of time outdoors, and he had a worn leather satchel slung over one shoulder.
"Hi," I said. "Are you looking for Janine?"
The boy smiled at me, a very nice, boyish smile, and said, "No, ma'am. My name is John. I'm here to ask if you have a need for a new set of encyclopedias."
I was about to kindly tell him that we weren't interested, when I felt a sudden impulse to ask him in. I stepped aside and gestured for him to enter, which he did, closing the door behind him.
"You have a beautiful house," John commented, not much like a salesman but more like a real compliment.
"Er, thank you," I said, a bit surprised at myself for letting him in. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Some water would be nice," he said, turning his green eyes back on me. "It's a very hot day."
"Yes," I agreed, leading him towards the kitchen. "I was just working in the garden." I poured John a glass of water, and we sat at the table while he drank it. He did seem very thirsty. In fact, I was still rather hot myself from weeding, and I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse, earning an appreciative glance from the boy. I found myself idly looking at him, thinking that he was rather handsome, when I shook myself. This boy was young enough to be my son! I should just politely get rid of him and have my shower.
"Now," he said, setting down the empty glass, "there are really only three questions: first, do you have an encyclopedia? Second, could you use one? And third, can you afford one?"
This was a pretty lousy sales pitch -- he hadn't even told me which encyclopedia it was -- but I found myself answering.
"No, we don't have one. We have a daughter still in school, and we sometimes need to look things up, so I suppose we could use one. As to whether we could afford it...how much does it cost?"
"Two thousand dollars," John said. "Which can be paid in monthly installments, if you prefer. And believe me, it is the top of the line. I wouldn't be selling it otherwise -- it wouldn't be fair."
The last remark was rather cryptic, but I answered "Well, I suppose we could afford it. My husband and I both make good salaries."
"Great!" he said. He pulled a stack of papers and a pen out of his satchel and handed them to me. "Then, if you'll just fill this out and sign it..."
I did so, somewhat astonished to find that I was actually buying a set of encyclopedias without even consulting David about it. Still, I supposed they would be useful, and we certainly could afford it, though David might prefer to spend the money on a new set of golf clubs. I wrote in my name and address and signed at the bottom, adding the date where John indicated. He read them over.
"Thank you very much. Christine, is it? The set will arrive in four to six weeks, along with a bookcase to hold them, and you'll receive monthly bills after that." He looked up from the forms and smiled at me. "You've also filled my personal quota for the day, which is a bit of luck for me."
I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but I said "You're welcome."
John gave me one copy of the form and put the rest away in his satchel.
"So, enough business, since I'm done for the day. What are your plans? Are you going out, or expecting anyone?"
"No," I answered.
"Who else is here?"
I wondered why he was asking these questions, but I told him "My husband is mowing the back yard and my daughter is in her room."
"Daughter, eh? What's her name? How old is she?"
"Her name is Janine, and she is fifteen -- almost sixteen."
"Almost sixteen," John mused. "Is she as pretty as you?"
I was a little flustered by the question. I am generally considered quite attractive, especially for a woman in her early forties, with long dark hair and a good figure. But for such a young man to say so to me so directly was almost unheard of. I found myself stammering, "Um, well, I suppose so. I think she is very pretty."
"Stand up, please," he said. Uncertainly I stood. "You have a beautiful body, Christine," John said, eyes moving over me frankly. "Are Janine's breasts as large as yours?"
"Um, not quite," I answered. "But they've filled out a lot recently."
"Good!" John said, beaming at me. He got to his feet and picked up his satchel. "Let's go find your daughter, shall we?"
Still feeling somewhat bewildered, I led John upstairs to Janine's room. I could hear the music blaring through the locked door, so I knocked rather loudly. After a moment the music cut off, and Janine opened her door. She really is very pretty, with my dark hair and David's pale blue eyes, but it was spoiled by her rather cross expression.
"What?" she demanded.
"Uh, Janine, this is John," I said, indicating our visitor. "He wanted to meet you."
"Oh!" Janine said. She looked at him uncertainly, then smiled. "Um, hi, John. How do you do?"
"Hi, Janine," John said. "Your mother is right -- you are beautiful."
Janine blushed, but said "Thank you!"
"You're welcome," he said absently, looking around. "Christine, which is your bedroom? Janine, come with us."
I led them both into my and David's bedroom, John closing the door behind us. I could still hear the mower outside -- it had only been a few minutes since John had rung the bell -- but I knew David would be finished soon. I wasn't sure what he would think of any of this. John put his satchel down and looked around the room, rubbing his hands.
"You clearly have very good taste, Christine," he mentioned. "Both this room and the rooms downstairs are beautifully decorated."
"Thank you," I said, feeling a certain warmth at his praise and thinking once again how remarkably handsome he was.
"And you and Janine are both very attractive women," he went on. "Really, quite stunning. Would you take off your outer clothing so I can see you better? Both of you?"
Part of me was shocked at this request, but the rest of me obeyed without question. I kicked off the loose sandals I'd been wearing, and unsnapped and unzipped my shorts, sliding them off over my hips and stepping out of them. I unbuttoned my blouse the rest of the way and pulled it off as well, dropping it. I was wearing a black lace bra and panties that David had given me for my birthday (really more of a present to himself); I don't normally wear them to do yard work, but my other bras were dirty. Janine had been barefoot, so she only had to pull off her shorts and t-shirt. Her young breasts swelled over the cups of her white lycra bra; I could see that she'd be going to a larger size pretty soon. Her face was red at being so exposed in front of me, and I could feel my own embarrassment. Why were we doing this? I wondered. It was as if we had no will to resist anything that John wanted; or had no real desire to do so, but just went along more-or-less willingly with everything he said. It was a very odd feeling, but not really unpleasant.
"Very, very nice," he said approvingly, running his gaze over both of us. I felt my cheeks heat further, but with a pleasant warmth caused by his admiration. He opened his satchel again and pulled out a Polaroid camera.
"Hold still! Smile!" We both smiled, and he flashed a picture, then a second one, before setting the camera down again. He walked towards us and I felt my breathing quicken an a warm tingle start between my legs. There was no denying, I was aroused by this teenaged boy; very aroused.
He stepped in front of me first, putting his hands on my hips and smiling into my eyes. His hands ran up and down my sides, provoking shivers of pleasure in me, then down to squeeze my ass and thighs. I found myself unconsciously leaning forward, lips parted, and he kissed me, tongue slipping into my mouth to flirt with my own. I was acutely conscious of Janine watching us, but I couldn't stop. John's hands moved up to my breasts then, and I moaned helplessly against his tongue. He kneaded them gently through my bra, sliding his fingers inside the cups to stroke my nipples, then undid the front catch and pulled the bra off of me. For a while he hefted and caressed my breasts in his hands, sending jolts of pleasure through me as we continued to kiss.
"Put your hands behind your head," he told me after a bit. I did so, feeling my breasts rise and thrust out. He put his hands back on my hips and leaned down, taking one swollen nipple between his lips and sucking gently. The pleasure now was even greater than before, and I moaned loudly as he kissed and licked and sucked first one breast, then the other. I wanted to put my arms around him and hold him there, but he had told me to put my hands behind my head and I forced myself to keep still.
After a while he stopped and moved over to Janine. I felt a twinge of disappointment, and another of dismay at watching my own daughter treated the way I just had been. I remained in the posture he had told me, breathing rather hard as John slipped his arms around Janine and began kissing and caressing her as he had me. He was really very good at it; he must have done this sort of thing many time before. He had removed her bra now too, and she was giving little gasps as he stroked her tits, almost as large and even firmer than my own. When he started sucking them she gave a little whimper of delight, and whispered "Oh, please, oh please yes."
After a minute or two he stepped back and picked up his camera again. We both stood facing him with our hands behind our heads and smiled as he flashed a couple more pictures.
"Now," he said, "I want you both to start fondling your own breasts, and get yourselves as hot as you can. But turn a little bit so you can watch each other."
Self-consciously we did as we were told. I put my hands on my tits, lifting them a little and running my thumbs back and forth over the warm flesh, sending tingles along my nerves. Janine was doing the same. She really did have beautiful breasts -- tits -- beautiful tits, just like mine, I thought absently as I tugged gently on my nipples, then teased them a while with my fingertips before going back to stroking the entire tit. I wonder if this feels as good for her as it does for me? Oh, God, it feels so good. I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter, My panties must be soaked. I looked down at Janine's panties, and I could see the moisture soaking through. Oh, it feels good. If I don't get off soon I'm going to explode.
I was so intent on my own touch that John's hand on my ass took me by surprise. I started, and her murmured something soothing. He was touching Janine with his other hand, and she shifted slightly to press her hip against it. The hand on my ass moved around and slipped inside my panties, moving lightly between my legs, as his other hand did the same to Janine.
It felt so good that I heard myself moan in pleasure. Janine closed her eyes and gave a little cry. His fingers slipped up and down, moist with my own juices, then paused to tease my clitoris. He slid a finger into me, then another and another, moving them in and out of me while his thumb stroked rhythmically over my clit. My hands moved over my breasts in the same rhythm. I was panting, now, low moans coming continuously from my throat, and I heard Janine's own sounds of pleasure. I could see her, flushed with ecstasy, biting her lip as her hands kneaded her tits desperately. I was very close. Orgasm loomed near, not quite arriving, obliterating thought. Oh, please, do it; oh, please; I realized I was saying that aloud, "Please, please, please..."
When it came it was like an explosion inside me, stars bursting in my head as wave after wave of pleasure rocked me. I probably cried out, but didn't hear myself; I didn't hear Janine, thrashing in the throes of her own orgasm. I have no idea how long it lasted, but it most have been a minute or more. When I came to my senses I heard Janine sobbing slightly, not out of unhappiness but just with the intensity of the experience. I was soaked in sweat, and so was she; my legs felt weak. John was smiling at us. He had withdrawn his hands when our orgasms were complete, and had them on his hips.
If I had had any will to resist him before it was gone. I threw my arms around him and kissed him frantically. Janine did the same, our sweaty bodies pressing against each other as we competed for access to his lips. We both pulled his clothes off, stripping him completely. John's body was smooth and muscular, though thin; his cock stood proudly erect. Despite the incredible orgasm I had just experienced, I was more aroused than ever. I wanted him to make love to me. I wanted him to fuck me.
"So, girls, did you like that?" he asked teasingly.
"God!" said Janine. "I have never felt like that."
"Me neither," I agreed, blushing at the memory. "It was amazing."
"Good!" John beamed at us. "Then maybe it's my turn. Have either of you ever given a blowjob?"
Janine shook her head, a little wide-eyed, but not repelled. I nodded.
"I have, a few times," I said.
"Well, then." John sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned me to kneel in front of him. "You can show Janine how to do it."
I knelt, licking my lips. I have never much cared for blowjobs, though David liked them; I found the idea unappealing, and disliked the taste of cum. Now, however, I was strangely attracted by the idea. I would take his hard cock in my mouth and repay some of the pleasure he had just given me. His cock wasn't particularly large -- no doubt he was still growing -- but it was extremely erect, with a clear drop of pre-cum on the tip. I licked this, tentatively, and found to my surprise that I quite enjoyed the flavor. I felt Janine kneeling beside me, watching intently, as I began licking and kissing up and down his shaft. After a minute or so of this, which caused John's breath to quicken, I opened my mouth further and took him in, sucking and swirling my tongue around. I curled my hand around his shaft and began pumping gently as my head bobbed up and down. It felt wonderful. It seemed completely right, and I wondered dimly why I had never cared for it before.
John's control was remarkable. I continued for a few minutes, his hand caressing my hair encouragingly, with no sign of him coming. I didn't mind though; I was enjoying every minute of this. I found that my free hand had wandered between my legs and I was stroking myself as well. I could hear his breathing, and Janine's. Finally he said,
"All right, Christine. Let's let your daughter have a try."
I pulled back at once, but felt a little disappointed. I shifted to one side and gestured Janine to take my place. I noticed that she was rubbing her pussy as well, her hand buried inside her panties. Strangely, that fact excited me more. Janine looked eager, but a little apprehensive as well.
"Tell her what to do, Christine," John suggested, and I took a deep breath.
"Well! First, try licking him a few times. First do the head...that's good...then go up and down the shaft. Ooo. Good. Now, try sucking him. Not too hard, at first. And move your tongue around the head of his cock. Good. Now move your head up and down, like he's fucking your mouth. Put your hand around his shaft...not too tight...now pump him."
Janine followed my instructions, her nostrils flaring as she breathed through her nose. She made an indistinct sound of pleasure, and John sighed and closed his eyes, cradling her head in his hands. Her tits swayed in time with her motion, and I found myself watching them. Her other hand continued to rub her pussy, as I did mine did as well, while my other hand went back to my nipples to tug and stroke them.
"That's very good. Now, try speeding up a little. Yes, you can tell how much he likes that. Keep going. Oh, yes."
"I'm about to cum," John said abruptly. Janine's eyes widened, but she didn't pause in her motions. His cock pulsed, and Janine swallowed, then swallowed again as he shot load after load into her mouth. She was making a whimpering sound now around his cock, clearly close to her own orgasm. Suddenly she pulled back, gasping, and a final spurt of cum struck her face. She rolled over onto her back, rubbing herself urgently, and then cried out in orgasm. I came then too, another warm wave of pleasure washing over me, not as intensely as the first but still very very good.
All three of us took a little while to recover after this. Janine continued to lie on her back, eyes closed, breathing deeply. After a while she scooped the cum off of her face with a finger and licked it, appearing to enjoy the flavor. I could smell it, and wondered what it tasted like. Another oddity, since I had never liked cum. But now the thought of John coming in my mouth was strangely appealing. Or even better, in my pussy.
After resting a bit John turned to smile at me, making my pulse jolt. God, I wanted him. Since I had married David I had never been so strongly attracted to another man. I thought about David. The sound of mowing outside had stopped. What if he came in here and found us like this?
"If you're worried about your husband," John said calmly, "don't be. He won't come up here."
I started. "Can you read my mind?"
"Somewhat. But mostly your emotions. Are you on the pill?"
So he was going to fuck me. I felt a strange surge of elation. "No -- I use an IUD."
"Good." He stood up and stretched a little. "Why don't you take your panties off and lie on the bed?" he suggested.
I obeyed with alacrity, lying on my back in one of my most alluring poses. John chuckled and picked up his camera, snapping another picture. He already had quite a stack of Polaroids. I wondered what he would do with them, but didn't really care.
"Spread your legs a little," he told me. I obeyed, and the camera flashed again. He set it aside and approached the bed. His cock was only semi-erect, and I wondered how long it would take him to recover from his blowjob. I wanted him to fuck me, as soon as possible. Again as if reading my mind he laughed and sat by me on the bed.
"I like to make things last, Christine, so don't be too impatient." He leaned forward and kissed me, tracing his tongue over my lips. He kissed and nibbled my neck and ears, and the delicate spot at the base of my throat. Pausing for a moment he spoke to Janine.
"Janine, get my camera and take a few pictures of this. You know how to use a Polaroid?"
"Yes," she answered, getting up and fetching the camera. He began to lick my tits, and the flash went off. I closed my eyes, floating in the heavenly sensations. He sucked me, first one nipple, then the other. He kissed and licked his way over my belly, stroking my hips with his fingertips. His tongue delicately touched my inner thigh, and my legs involuntarily parted still further to give him access. Another flash, just a red glow through my eyelids. I felt his breath on my pussy, and then he was licking me. Flash. My arousal was mounting to even greater heights, something I would have thought impossible. He stopped licking me and I opened my eyes to see him kneeling between my legs. His cock was once again firmly erect.
"So, are you ready?" he asked me teasingly.
"God, yes!" I blurted. He leaned forward onto his hands and knees over me. I felt the tip of his cock touch my pussy, and my flesh part before it. With a slow, smooth motion he pushed all the way into me.
"How does that feel?" he asked me, face inches away from mine.
"It feels so good," I said wonderingly. "It feels exactly right."
"Beautiful women like you are made for this, Christine," he said. His weight settled onto me, not uncomfortably, and he began slowly pumping in and out of me. It did feel right. It felt perfect. He kissed me, and I tasted my own juices on his tongue and lips, and that felt right as well. Janine took another picture. I didn't care about that. I cared only about the man inside me. After kissing for a while he pulled back slightly, and captured a nipple with his mouth. I could hear myself moaning, as if from a distance. There was another flash from the camera.
John paused and said "That's enough for now, Janine. Put the camera down and sit here on the edge of the bed."
I looked up hazily as my daughter settled on the bed next to us. The fact that she was watching me having sex no longer bothered me. I imagined her turn would be next, and I even looked forward to it. John continued talking to her.
"Isn't your mother beautiful, Janine?" he asked.
"Yes," she said dreamily. "She's amazingly sexy."
"Do you like watching me fuck her?"
She blushed a little, but nodded.
"All right, then. I want you to do something for me. Will you?"
"Yes, anything," Janine said instantly.
"I want you to lick and suck her other breast while I fuck her. Will you do that for me?"
Janine's blush deepened, but she didn't hesitate. Leaning forward, she extended the tip of her tongue to brush my right nipple while John returned to my left. After licking it a bit, she took it into her mouth, sucking gently, then swirling it around with her tongue. I closed my eyes, floating on a sea of pleasure as two mouths sucked my tits and a hard cock moved in and out of my pussy. I have no idea how long it went on. It seemed endless. From time to time John and Janine would pause in their ministrations to kiss each other lingeringly across my body before returning to their work. After a long time, during which orgasm floated always tantalizingly near, John shifted position. He raised himself on his elbows and moved his legs outside my own, pushing my thighs together. In this position the friction against my clit was almost unbearable, and I felt my orgasm approaching quickly. He raised himself higher, speeding his thrusts, and I drew my fingers back and forth over his own nipples, while Janine licked her way from my right breast to my left, her hair spilling across me.
"All right, Christine," he grunted after a bit, face taut with effort, "come now!"
The orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, even more powerful than the first. It went on and on. I lost all physical sensation except for the pleasure coursing through me. It faded a bit, only to be followed by another and another. At last I came to myself, spent and gasping, aware of John lying on top of me, his cock still buried in my pussy, and Janine curled up by my side.
We all rested for a long time. I wondered idly what David was doing. John had said that David wouldn't disturb us, and I was sure he wouldn't. John was clearly in complete control of the situation. That should have been frightening, but it wasn't. I supposed he had removed my fear, along with my inhibitions and my self-control, but I felt no resentment.
After a while John withdrew from inside me and rolled over onto his back, still recovering. His cock was soft and glistening with our combined juices.
"Janine," he said after a bit.
"Yes?" she answered promptly. Without realizing it I had put my arm around her, and she was resting her head against my shoulder. The fact that we were both naked didn't bother me.
"Are you a virgin?" John asked.
Janine blushed a little, looking at me, but answered "No."
"Ah, I see. How many times have you had sex?"
"Three," she said. "With my boyfriend. His name's also John," she added.
"Obviously a man of good taste," John said with amusement. "Did you know about that, Christine?"
"No," I answered, and indeed I was surprised. Though I had known Janine and her boyfriend had been getting fairly serious recently.
"Always the last to know," he murmured. "Oh, well. Do you want me to fuck you, Janine?"
"Yes!" she squeaked, then blushed again. "I mean, yes, please."
"Did watching me fuck your mother excite you?"
Her blush became even more intense, but she answered "Yes." Then she added, "Did you do that to me?"
"Did I do what to you?" John asked.
"Did you...make me like watching you fuck her?"
"Partly," he said. "The emotions were yours, but I removed a lot of your inhibitions and stimulated some of your...kinkier ideas. Does that bother you?" He actually sounded concerned.
"No," Janine hastened to assure him. "It's just...I know this isn't normal."
"What about you, Christine?" John asked.
"Well, I know that you made us do this, somehow. But I don't know how, and it doesn't really bother me. Which is also not normal."
"No, it's not," John said with a smile. "This is definitely not your normal afternoon. All right, Christine, are you ready to do something else?"
My heart leapt. This was definitely not normal, but it was perfectly genuine. "You bet!"
"Then why don't you get me hard again for Janine?"
I was tired in every limb, but nevertheless obeyed with alacrity. Shifting Janine off my shoulder gently, I scooted down the bed and began licking his soft prick. I could taste both of our juices on it, but (again not normally) found the tastes delicious, especially the salty tang of his cum. After only a little while his cock began to stir, and I started sucking on it, savoring the sensations.
Meanwhile, John was asking Janine "Are you on the pill or any other birth control?"
"No," she said. "My boyfriend and I used condoms."
"So you know how to put one on? Go to my satchel and get one out. And while you're at it," he added as she obediently got up, "snap another shot of your Mom."
The flash went off as I was blissfully sucking away. John was nearly as hard again as he had been the first time. His stamina was remarkable, and I wondered if he strange talent had anything to do with that. After a moment he touched my head gently and I pulled back at once, standing up and letting Janine take my place.
She gave his prick a couple of more licks and sucks, then carefully opened the wrapper of the condom and rolled it onto his cock. John shifted sideways a little, then gestured to her.
"Have you ever been on top? Then this will be your first time. Mount me slowly."
Janine straddled his body, guiding his cock to the entrance of her pussy with her hand. John made her pause, then he told me to get the camera and take a picture. I did so, being sure to show the tip of his cock just parting the lips of her pussy. Slowly she slid down onto him, groaning in pleasure.
"Oh," she said in an awe-struck voice. "This feels so perfect. So right."
I knew exactly what she meant, remembering the feel of him inside me. I took a couple of more pictures as she began to rise up and down: one from the rear, one from in front, showing his hands fondling her swaying breasts. As Janine got used to the motion she gradually increased speed, pumping him in and out of her like a piston and making low moaning sounds in her throat. She looked incredibly sexy -- a sex goddess, with a deep flush over her face and chest. I wondered if that was how I looked in sex. She and I were quite similar, really. What had John said? We were made for this. Watching them, it seemed so true.
"Christine," John said after a while.
"Yes, John?" I answered.
"Did you enjoy it when Janine was sucking your tits?" he asked me.
I felt my face heat, but answered "I loved it."
"Then don't you think you should return the favor?"
Some small part of me was still shocked by the suggestion, but I didn't even hesitate. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my daughter's breasts, watching her fuck this total stranger with abandon. Her tits were good-sized and firm, so that they didn't sway too much with her motion. The nipples were large and erect, standing half an inch from the breasts. I thought about licking them, sucking them, and a little tremor of lust went through me. Was this how men thought of breasts? Like most women, I had always regarded the male fascination with tits with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. Now I was fascinated by them myself. Janine slowed as I leaned forward, tentatively extending the tip of my tongue to flick an erect nipple. She shuddered at my touch.
"How does that feel, Janine?" John prompted.
"Very good," she gasped raggedly. "Oh, Mom, don't stop -- suck me..."
I took the tip of her breast in my mouth, sucking, moving my tongue over the erect nipple, and felt her body react. With one hand I began toying with her other breast while I worked the one with my mouth. Janine began to move again, and we rocked together as she fucked herself on John's prick while I kissed and licked her tits. She was clearly close to orgasm. John extended a hand to stroke her clit, and her moaning rose in pitch and volume. For a couple of minutes longer the three of us moved together, almost machine-like, as her excitement peaked. Then with a scream of joy she went rigid. Janine seemed to come and come, just as I had, for several minutes, before finally collapsing on top of John, utterly spent.
John rocked her in his arms for a while before rolling her off of him onto the bed. He withdrew from within her. His cock was still erect -- he clearly hadn't come yet -- and he turned to me with a smile.
"Lie down on your stomach, Christine," he directed me, "and spread your legs."
I obeyed at once, waiting eagerly for him to fuck me again. To my surprise, I felt him caress my buttocks for a while, then pull the cheeks apart. The tip of his cock touched my rectum, slick with Janine's lubricant.
"Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Christine?" he asked me.
"No," I said. I had never even imagined it, and braced myself for pain, but none came. I felt my muscles relax before him, and he pushed in easily. The sensations were unlike any I had ever felt, but they were not unpleasant. In fact, as he began to make small movements inside me, I realized that I actually was enjoying them. His weight settled down on my back, and he licked my ear playfully.
"Can I ask you a question?" I said as I shifted slightly from side to side, relishing the feeling of his hardness in me.
"Of course," John answered.
"Why do you bother selling encyclopedias?" I asked.
John laughed, and his cock twitched exquisitely inside me. God, I was turning into such a pervert, but I loved it.
"You mean, why don't I just make people hand me their wallets?"
"Yes. You obviously could."
"Sure. But wouldn't that be a trifle immoral?"
At that I laughed, albeit a little breathlessly. "And making women have sex with you isn't?"
"I suppose it is," he conceded, "but it's a matter of degree. I don't hurt or humiliate anyone, and I make sure they enjoy themselves and have no guilty feelings, or trouble with their boyfriends or husbands. And really, are you any worse off than if I hadn't done anything?"
"I suppose not," I said.
"I didn't have much precedent for a talent like mine," John mused. "I had to make up my own rules. But by and large, I've stuck with them."
"Have you done this to a lot of women?" I asked.
"Oh, yes," he said with another laugh. "What do you think? Though I was a bit less restrained in the early days. But yes, I've had lots of women...schoolmates, teachers, neighbors, my mother..."
"Your mother!" I exclaimed.
"Oh, yes. Didn't I just make you and Janine suck each other's tits and enjoy it? Mom is one of my favorites. It did take me a while to overcome my reluctance with her. But I must admit, I find incest rather a turn-on. Don't you?"
"But to make it up to you," he went on, "I will give you both a gift. The little resolutions that you've been having trouble keeping will be no problem to you from now on. All right?"
I sighed, feeling his cock moving rapidly in and out of my rectum. "Oh..OK."
"In fact," he went on, almost to himself, "I think I'll give you a second gift as well...I hope that you enjoy it."
We were silent for a while after that. Janine had recovered from her orgasm, and was avidly watching us. For a few minutes John pumped in and out of me, and I felt myself slowly building towards yet another climax. Finally he breathed in my ear, "I'm about to come, Christine."
Amazingly, this boosted my own arousal. "Do it, John," I said. "Come in me. Come in my ass. Oh, God!"
I felt him come, and came myself. We lay together for a while, and then he withdrew, the friction almost causing me to come again. I felt his hands caress my hair, and his voice whisper "If you have any problem with the encyclopedia -- or anything else -- my phone number is on the paperwork. Enjoy your gift, Christine!"
The room whirled around me, and I found myself in the hall outside the room, moving purposefully towards the stairs. I was still naked, but I didn't care. I descended, hearing the television on in the back room. So that was where David was, I though, heading for the sound. He looked up as I entered the room, seeming only mildly surprised to see me walk in stark naked. I dropped to my knees in front of him, and my hands went to his fly.
"Good evening, honey," I said to him. He gave a little start of surprise as I extracted his stiffening cock and sucked it into my mouth.
"Christine, what are you...oh, God!" he said as I began moving my tongue around. I enjoyed it as much as I had with John, and wondered vaguely if this was his gift, but my thoughts were hazy, fogged with lust. I had never found my husband sexier than I did at that moment.
"God, Christine, you're incredible," he groaned.
A warm glow suffused me at his words, and I thought of something else to try. Pulling back from his cock (at which he gave a little whimper of protest), I took my breasts in either hand and slid his erection into the cleft between them. Pushing them together around his cock, I gently began fucking him with my tits. I had heard of this before, but never tried it. It felt terrific.
"Do you like this, honey?" I asked him.
"`Like' is not the word. Jesus!"
I felt another flush of pleasure sweep over me. I kept fucking him with my tits, gradually picking up the pace. After a few minutes David panted, "I'm about to come, honey."
I immediately released my breasts and took him in my mouth again, pumping his shaft vigorously with one hand. He came almost at once, and I savored the salty flavor as I swallowed.
After a bit I pulled back and smiled up at him. He buttoned up his trousers and stood up, grasping my wrist and raising me to my feet.
"Come on!" he said. With a slight stoop he swept me up into his arms and carried me towards the bedroom. I reflected that he must be in pretty good shape if he could still carry me up the stairs at our age. The bedroom was empty, but Janine's door was closed, and from the noises emerging from her room I concluded that John had not yet left the house. David didn't appear to hear them. He tossed me down onto the bed and quickly began stripping off his clothes.
I smiled at him and spread my arms and legs, as eager as if I hadn't already spent the whole afternoon having sex.
"Come on, darling!" I urged him, as he stripped off his boxers, showing his prick to be once more fully erect. Then he was on me, and in me, and I didn't think about anything else for a very long time.
In fact, we all forgot about dinner, waking in the morning a bit groggy and, in my case, more than a little tender. Janine woke up in her own bed, alone. John was gone, the only sign that he had ever been here the encyclopedia paperwork on the kitchen table.
His first gift was just as he had said. I found my ability to concentrate and set priorities at work had enormously improved, so that I could finish my day's work in much less time. I no longer had to struggle to eat right and go to the gym regularly -- indeed, my cravings for unhealthy foods had essentially vanished, and I found myself looking forward to each workout. I easily lost the nagging five pounds I'd been trying to get rid of for years, and my body felt amazingly fit and toned. I seemed to have energy to spare. I didn't ask Janine about it, but I think it was much the same for her. Her grades have certainly improved, and she's looking sexier than ever.
As for the second gift...David and I have gone from making love once or twice a month to once or twice a day. I had always been hesitant about trying new things, sexually, but now I was eager to suggest ideas. David was clearly delighted, but he accepted the change so unquestioningly that I felt sure John had used his magic influence on him. Not that I was complaining. David hadn't even raised an eyebrow when I asked him to fuck my ass. It was a good thing I was feeling more fit -- I didn't need as much sleep as I had before.
There was another part to the gift, though, that I didn't realize for some time. One evening, when David was out of town, I knocked on the door of Janine's room to ask her something. She opened it, wearing only a bra and panties. The impact of her struck me in a way that it never had before, driving the question completely out of my head. The swell of her breasts, the curve of her hip, her sleek, muscular legs and pretty, delicate features...I was suddenly aware of them all, and felt deep stirrings of lust. Janine felt it too; she met my eyes and smiled slightly.
"Hi, Mom. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"I think so," I said, drawing a rather shaky breath. I stepped closer to her. Gingerly, almost fearfully, I kissed her. Her eyes closed, and she sighed. I put my arms around her and kissed her more deeply, our tongues touching and moving together. Gently I removed her bra and caressed her tits, kissing her all the while, then stooped down to suck a nipple into my mouth, working one breast and then the other. I dropped to my knees, and peeled her panties off, seeing the curly hair and the sheen of moisture, inhaling the marvelous scent of her arousal.
"I love you, Mom," Janine murmured.
"I love you too, baby," I whispered, just before plunging my face into her willing pussy.
We've been lovers ever since, trying things together that I never would have thought of before John's visit. Curled up in each other's arms, she's told me about sex with her boyfriend, and I've told her about making love with David. David must know what's going on, but he doesn't seem to mind; I still have sex with him just as much as ever, and love him just as much. Janine and I have talked about bringing her into bed with David and me. I'm sure he'll accept that just as readily. Janine isn't quite ready for that yet, but I think she will be soon. I can hardly wait.
And, oh yes: the set of encyclopedias arrived just as John had said. It's amazing how useful they are. Everyone should have a set. I really don't know how we got along without them before.