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The Gift

	by Spiller.

Part four

Chapter one

	I woke up Friday morning to a real 'bummer'. The alarm clock had not yet 
sounded, but one look at it told me, it was only a question of minutes. Mary 
had waked me up. She was there beside me, still dressed like a whore, 
definitely smelling like one, and she was masturbating with her eyes closed. 
I turned towards her and kissed her shoulder.

	"Oohh. God morning, love. I couldn't help it, Erik. I dreamed of last 
night, and when I woke up I was so terribly horny. I had to do something 
about it."

	"Aaww. Couldn't you have started half an hour earlier? I've got to get up 
right now, or I'll be too late."

	"Sorry. I didn't think of that. Do you want me to stop, or would you rather 
look at me while you get dressed?"

	"Wait a second while I shower. I'd love to watch you while I get dressed."

	The second I came back from the shower, she threw the covers aside, spread 
her lovely legs in the sperm-matted stockings, and resumed her masturbating.

	"I can't believe what we did last night, Erik. It was so terribly exciting. 
My pussy still tingles. I didn't think I'd become horny from doing it, but 
from the moment that boy came in my pussy for the first time, I was on cloud 
nine."

	She was such a horny sight that I had trouble stuffing my hard cock into my 
slacks.

	"Oohh, that's a good one, you've got there." She licked her lips and said: 
"Do you want me to call Henny and ask her to do something about it?"

	"God, you lecherous woman. You would do that, wouldn't you?"

	"Of course I would! And I'd ask her if she did it, when I come to her 
farewell-reception at one. By the way, I bought two gifts for her. A nice 
necklace to give her at the reception, and another gift, you wouldn't want 
me to give her with other people present. She'll get it on Monday."

	"You never cease to surprise me these days, love. I'm sorry I have to leave 
you to your naughty thoughts. I'll grab a cup of coffee on the way out. Have 
a nice day."

	I bent down to kiss her good-bye. She handed me two fingers, glistening 
from her juice, to suck clean, and then she kissed me."

	At the office everything was running on rails. Alice was very confident 
that our farewell-reception was going to run smoothly.

	"They are real professionals at that catering firm. They'll be here at half 
past twelve, and they have assured me that everything will be ready at one."

	"Yes. You can trust them."

	"I've changed the location. When I called round to announce the reception, 
I got so many positive replies, that I booked the conference room down the 
hall. That way everybody, looking for our office, will notice that the 
reception has been moved, so I don't have to call back."

	"Where is Henny?"

	"She's at home. I took the liberty yesterday, to tell her she didn't have 
to be here this morning. She'll arrive around 12, ready for her party. I 
hope you don't mind."

	"No, that's all right. I can see you are up to date on everything. It's the 
kind of decisions you can make, Alice. Actually there is only one thing you 
can't do."

	"What's that?"

	"You can not close deals on your own. If a good offer turns up while I'm 
out of the house, you'll have to stall them until you have been in contact 
with me. That's the only restriction I'll put on you. Apart from that you 
can do as you think is right."

	"I knew that. Henny told me, it's your only no-no. That's what I like so 
much about this job. I really look forward to work with you."

	"So do I, Alice, so do I."?

	At about nine o'clock Alice picked up the phone.

	"No, Mrs. Hansen, she's not in. She won't be here until 12 o'clock. It's 
her last day, and we're having a reception at one."

	She turned towards me: "Your wife's on line 2. She asked for Henny."

	"Hello, dear husband. So Henny is not there. What a pity. So I can't ask 
her to rid you of that boner. Do you think I should ask Alice?"

	"Heavens no, woman, you can't do that. But you'll meet Henny at the 
reception, OK?"

	"OK, see you then."

	The rest of the morning passed with the usual chores: Keeping up with the 
market, getting stats from different parts of production etc. I have to 
admit that I studied Alice whenever she would not notice, and I also have to 
admit that I liked what I saw, better and better. I felt tempted to reach 
out and control her in more detail than I had done with Henny and Mary. On 
the other hand I remembered, how much it destroyed the excitement when I did 
it to Jannie. I had absolutely no complaints about the development Mary and 
Henny had gone through, all on their own initiative.

	I finally decided to use the same procedure with Alice, and to be open for 
surprises. During the morning I expanded the warmth I had induced in her 
belly. Shortly before noon I concentrated that warmth, moved it down to her 
pussy and her clit, while I made the image of myself clearer.

	Henny arrived at noon, looking her usual confident self. I had hoped for 
half an hour alone with her, but Alice did not want any lunch, as there 
would be plenty at the reception, so at half past twelve we closed down the 
phones and went to the conference room. The catering people were busy 
setting up things, and when the first people arrived shortly before one, 
everything was ready.

	I shall not go into details about the reception, because it followed the 
usual rituals for such an occasion. I shall mention, though, that Mary 
arrived, dressed all in red, attracting a lot of attention. When she handed 
Henny the necklace, she kissed her cheek and obviously whispered something 
into her ear, which made Henny blush.

	As the reception drew towards the end Mary and Henny came up to me. Mary 
kissed me and said:

	"You know, Henny has delivered her car to the garage, which is going to 
sell it. Why don't you lend her the Toyota, so she'll have a car till 
Monday? She has a lot to arrange this weekend, and I can drive you in the 
Alfa Romeo if you want to go somewhere."

	"What a good idea. You'll need it a lot more than I shall, Henny. Here are 
the keys. As long as you bring it back on Monday."

	"That's very nice of you. Of course I'll bring it on Monday, when the 
movers have emptied the flat. I can't say how much I look forward to spend 
my last night in Denmark with you guys." All of it words, which sounded 
quite innocent to the people around us, but the gleam in Henny's eyes showed 
us what she really meant.

	Mary and I were the last to leave the office at half past three. As she 
drove out of the parking lot Mary said: "That new secretary is quite an 
exotic beauty. Are your tastes changing?"

	"You may refuse to believe it, but she was chosen strictly for her 
qualifications, and by the way: Henny chose her."

	"I wouldn't trust her motives. Where do you want to go now?"

	"I want to visit that shop with Italian furniture to look for a new 
kitchen."

	"Oohh. You don't want to wait?"

	"No. I feel quite confident that we'll stay here. I'm sure I can convince 
the board of directors to give me the raise, I feel I deserve."

	"I can hardly wait. I hope they've got something ultra special!"

	As much as I hate the principle, I have to admit, you get a much better 
service, when you park outside a shop in an Alfa Romeo, and you are both 
dressed to the teeth. The shopkeeper remembered Mary very well.

	"Good afternoon, m'lady. Do you still like your table?"

	"Oh, yes. In fact, that table is the reason we are here. You see, we need a 
new kitchen to go with the table."

	"I'm afraid we only have three models in store. They are terribly 
expensive, so we have chosen three very special models, which will give you 
an impression of the finished models. Your final order will be driven up 
here on a special truck, with two carpenters to install it."

	He guided us to the back of the store, where the kitchens were exhibited. 
Mary threw one glance around, then she sucked in a lot of air and exclaimed: 
"Oh, my God. There it is. That's the kind of kitchen I've dreamed of. It's 
beautiful."

	She rushed into a kitchen, which seemed to be all grey slate, brushed steel 
and shiny glass, with doors and drawers made of two different kinds of wood. 
I had to admit; it was very, very special, and very, very classy!

	"That kitchen is my own favourite," the owner said. "There is something 
special about this kitchen. The manufacturers have a special agreement with 
the Zanussi factory. You should notice, that all machinery is tailored to go 
with this kitchen. This cupboard, for instance, is not a cupboard, it's the 
refrigerator. The dishwasher here is made to the same standard."

	I guess that was why I liked it, too, from the first moment. It didn't look 
like a laboratory.

	Mary turned towards me, all flushed and eager. "I don't need to look at the 
others. This is what I want. Can we have it?"

	"I guess so, dear. That's up to the manager, here. How much will this 
kitchen cost - approximately the same size, with a few alterations?"

	"As I told you, this is a very expensive model, and I have hardly any 
possibilities of giving you special deals on it. I should guess somewhere 
around 35.000 dollars, depending on which elements you'll need."

	The guy looked pretty honest, so I didn't even want to try mind control on 
him. "That is a hefty price for a kitchen."

	Mary said: "Erik, look at it this way. It's not only a kitchen. It's proof 
of a new life-style. I think we should chose it."

	"I can offer you a deal," said the manager. "If you can use all the 
elements I have here, plus the odd elements which we shall get from Italy, I 
can give you a 10 % discount. Also, you might save some dollars if you have 
it installed by local carpenters, but if you do, you should know that any 
guarantee is invalidated. I wouldn't advice that."

	I turned to Mary. "This is what you want, really?"

	"Oh yes. It's a great kitchen."

	"I agree. We'll look at what printed material we can get, and on Monday you 
can bring our final decisions to the shop, so they can place the order in 
Italy." I turned towards the manager: "I think this kitchen needs a marble 
floor. Have you got a nice selection we can look at?"

	"You're absolutely right. I've got some beautiful off-white marble tiles 
from Carrera. They will do wonders to this kitchen. I'll show you."

	When we left the shop, loaded with shiny brochures and one marble tile, 
Mary was ecstatic. "God, Erik, this is a dream come true. It's going to be 
the most perfect kitchen in Copenhagen. Would you allow me to take us to 
that restaurant by the harbour that we visited the other night? I could do 
with a cup of espresso on their terrace."

	"What a fine idea."

	Well seated with our cups and a few cookies, and a view to our new 
apartment across the water, I grabbed her hand. "I've been doing some 
thinking, Mary."

	"Good Heavens. Nothing dangerous, I hope."

	"I should hope not. You see, when we've sold the house, and the apartment 
is all decorated, I think you should consider getting out into the world, at 
least part time. Maybe you could find a job, you'd like, or you can involve 
yourself in some volunteer work."

	"I've had thoughts along the same lane, you lovely husband, you. I can say 
for sure that I don't want to return to teaching, not even part time."

	"What other ideas have you had?"

	"I'm not really sure. I might take advantage of the fact that we don't need 
for me to earn money. When I was young, I really had a talent for reading 
stories to people. Do you remember how much I loved to read stories to our 
kids when they were smaller?"

	"Oh yes, I remember. They loved it, and you were really good at it."

	"Thank you, dear. I think I'd like to pick it up again. Perhaps I could 
volunteer to read stories to kids in hospitals, or maybe even to old people 
in retirement homes. I think I'd like that."

	"What a good idea. I mean, from now on we are going to be financially 
independent. The kind of work I'm doing at the company is easy for me. 
There's not even the slightest feeling of stress, and there's no need for me 
to put in long hours of work. Let's make moving to our new condo a turning 
point. I propose we promise each other a lot of good years, where we'll pay 
a lot of attention to each other, where we'll do exactly what we like and 
avoid anything we feel tedious or annoying."

	She looked at me for a short moment. Then she turned round and waved to the 
waiter. "Can we have a bottle of champagne, a plate of strawberries and two 
cups of espresso?" Then she turned towards me again and looked at me with 
love in her eyes.

	"I'll drink a toast in champagne to that promise, dear. No wonder I love 
you more and more. More than ever, dear, even when we were younger."

	We didn't finish the bottle, as Mary could only have two glasses. She was 
the driver. We finished the coffee and the strawberries, though, and then 
Mary said, in a very low voice:

	"I want to go home. I've had the naughtiest fantasies about you since this 
morning, and I've been to a reception and a restaurant without panties. I 
guess my skirt is soaked now. I know that usually I love you to take the 
initiative, but right now I want to take you home, I want to pamper you and 
I want to fuck the life out of you. Will that be in tune with our new 
promises?"

	"Very much so, my lovely horny wife. Let's go."


Chapter two

	Mary certainly pampered me and fucked me. It was as if she had decided not 
to say anything. She guided me with her hands and her body, in total 
silence. She made espressos, she served me zabbaione from her naked nipples, 
and she undressed me and washed me in the shower. She lit a dozen candles in 
our bedroom and she massaged my body in lavender oil. In between she dipped 
her fingers in her cunt and served me sweet juice from her fingertips.

	When I raised my hands to caress her lovely breasts, she slapped my fingers 
and tied my wrists to the headrest. She straddled me and engulfed my hard 
cock with her slippery cunt. But only for a minute. Then she crawled up to 
sit on my chest with her legs spread wide. She grabbed the back of my head 
and lifted me, till my mouth was pressed firmly against her shiny cunt. When 
my tongue played with her lips and her clit, she said something for the 
first time. She groaned sexily.

	"Yesssss. Oohhh, that's good. Did you like to lick it, when the boy had 
fucked me? Aaahhhh. Do you know how wonderful it felt to have a new cock up 
there? Ooohhh. Suck my clit. Suck it! Suck it into your mouth like it was a 
tiny cock. AAaaaaaaa. I'm going to come soon. I'm going to come all over 
your face. Promise me that you'll let him fuck me again. Promise. Oh, my 
God, I'm such a whore. I love it, I love it. I'm comiiiiinng.  
Yeeeooowwwww."

	She gushed a lot of juice all over my face while she was coming. She had 
hardly finished, when she slid down my body and impaled herself on my cock. 
To say she was wet and ready would be a gross understatement. The feeling of 
her cunt, moving up and down on my cock, was silky, slimy, hot, and terribly 
exciting. Especially when she told me to close my eyes and remember how she 
looked, when Henrik fucked her on the sofa.

	When she could feel I was getting very close, she stopped fucking me. She 
leaned back, supported herself on her left arm while she masturbated her 
clit right in front of my eyes. The sight, of course, was highly erotic, but 
her vibrant and wet cunt was downright killing me. She started coming on her 
fingers, and it felt so wonderful that I started coming too. Mary let go of 
her clit. She leaned forward and supported herself on my chest, while she 
swayed her back and mashed her pubic bone against mine, and then she rocked 
and twisted herself through a long and juicy orgasm, while I spurted up into 
her belly.

	Mary untied me with loving and caring fingers. We didn't care much for 
dressing up again, so we spent the rest of the evening naked with the 
curtains closed.

	Saturday afternoon Mary invited me for a spin in her car, but I declined, 
giving a slight headache the reason. In fact I was happy to be alone for a 
while. I called dad and invited him to take over my body, as I had a couple 
of persons I'd like to `visit'. I marvelled at the speed we made the 
exchange. Just a couple of minutes, and I was floating off towards the house 
of Mr. Løvendahl. I knew he would be the hardest opponent to my new salary, 
so I wanted to pick up a little background knowledge.

	I didn't get much of that, but I gathered that his wife was not at home, 
because I found him in his bedroom, being whipped something fierce by a 
woman, who looked like a professional dominatrix. Fortunately I was a 
`spirit', because I could not help laughing my ass off. Gone were all his 
pompous attitudes, while he was punished for being `a naughty boy', `a 
pitiful wanker', and a `low-down piece of shit'.

	Soon I had seen enough to assure me that Mr. Løvendahl was going to be no 
problem, so I returned to my home. Willingly dad gave up my body, and soon I 
was seated in the kitchen while he was floating in the corner.

	"Oh, boy, you have better clean that glass on the kitchen-table. I had a 
whisky while you were gone. Delightful."

	"Sure. Well, not that Mary would mind if I had one."

	"Of course she wouldn't. She's pretty much in love with you, these days."

	"And vica verca. She's really turning into one hot lady. I didn't know she 
had it in her."

	"I told you earlier, son, a lot of women have it in them, all they need is 
a bit of attention and caring, and for their hubbies to take control now and 
then, to bring them to new practices."

	"Was mom one of them?"

	"Oh, she was an adventurous lady, your mom. Like your Mary, all she needed 
was a couple of pushes in the right directions, and she was game, all right. 
By the way, your Mary is on her way. She'll be here in five minutes."

	"OK. Just one last thing: I'll need you on Monday. My new salary is brought 
to the board of directors, and I want to be able to float in there and 
listen right from the beginning. Then I need to come back into my body so I 
can control a few minds that need a push. And maybe later back again to 
listen some more."

	"May become tricky with all those fast changes. Why don't you stay and 
listen, and then you transfer to me what kind of control you want me to do. 
I can do it, when I'm in your body, you know."

	"You can do it from a distance, too?"

	"I could in Milano. I reached Vera, when she was in the bathroom at the 
restaurant, and told her to take off her panties. And she did it."

	"All right. We'll give it a try that way. Should be a lot easier."

	The Alfa Romeo made its presence clear, as Mary took it into our driveway. 
Dad left, and I prepared myself to receive her in an innocent way.

	"Good to see you up again. Headache is better?"

	"I'm fine now, dear. How was your spin?"

	"It was fine, all right, but I missed you, so I made it shorter than I had 
planned."

	The rest of the weekend was spent making plans, drawing up the kitchen, as 
we wanted it, taking pictures of our house to prepare a sales brochure for 
the real estate agent. Late Sunday evening the phone rang.

	"Henny wants to talk to you."

	"OK. What's the trouble, Henny?"

	"I'm behind with the packing. The movers will be here tomorrow at 10. Is it 
possible for me to borrow Alice in the early morning hours?"

	"We are not going to be very busy. You might have her till 11. Do you have 
her private number? I haven't got it here."

	"I've got it."

	"All right. Call her now and tell her, it's OK with me, if she starts at 
your place at 8. Or whatever time you need her. As long as she's back at the 
office at 11. Tell her I'll give her an early afternoon to compensate for 
the time you have her."

	"Thank you, Erik, you just saved my night."

	"Right. See you tomorrow."

	"Ah, poor girl," Mary said. "She hasn't finished packing?"

	"No. She wanted Alice to help her tomorrow morning. I was tempted to offer 
your assistance, but I remembered that you have to go to the Italian shop to 
finish negotiations for the kitchen."

	"Right you are."

	This turned out excellently. I'd be alone in the office during the board 
meeting, which was scheduled for 9 o'clock. I should be able to come and to 
leave, as I liked.


Chapter three.

	On my way to work I called dad. I told him to visit the boardroom at nine 
to make himself acquainted with the directors. I made sure my description of 
Mr. Løvendahl could not be mistaken, and he also got a few hints on Mr. 
Bakke. Those were to two I guessed might try to prevent the deal, I had made 
with Mr. Peterson. Dad really laughed when I formed an image of Løvendahl 
and his hooker/dominatrix. "I see you can use that one, son."

	At five past nine he was in my office. We made the change as fast as we 
could, so when I floated into the board-room it was still Mr. Peterson 
speaking, telling them about the large profits I had made for the company. 
When he came to the figures of my new deal with the company, there were a 
few wrinkled brows around the table.

	Løvendahl was the first to speak after Mr. Peterson. In his usual pompous 
and self-assured manner he began talking about company policy on wages. I 
reached out for dad and told him to flash the prostitute-picture to 
Løvendahl and to make sure he understood, that I knew about it. It was great 
fun watching him 15 seconds later. He stopped his speech for a few seconds, 
and his pompousness seeped out of him. "A-ah, what I meant to say was, 
a-ah...that this will give Mr. Hansen an income, which is half that of a 
junior director. We always maintained a much bigger distance to the 
employees."

	Mr. Peterson spoke again: Løvendahl, you should consider, that Mr. Hansen 
alone, with his rearranged buying policy, has earned this company extra 
profits of about 20 million dollars! I can also reveal that he has been 
approached by a major German industrial company, which......

	I asked dad to try and reach Mr. Bakke. "Give him the opinion, that my new 
wages will only be a fair way to reward a good and loyal employee."

	Mr. Bakke was a very influential member of the board, and when he began his 
speech, I was sure everything was going to get through. "Of course I've 
followed the sudden rise in our earnings, just like all of you have. It is 
my opinion that Mr. Hansen is the kind of employee, we will have to pamper a 
little. We all heard that the Germans are out to get him. I think we must be 
willing to go a long way to prevent that. Mr. Peterson tells us, he's a very 
straightforward and honest man, and he's even shown his loyalty to the 
company by accepting only a fifth of the percentage, which we all agreed on, 
not even a year ago. 300.000 dollars is a hefty salary, but I'm for it."

	The wrinkled foreheads around the table suddenly looked a lot less 
concerned. I was now sure, that the votes would be for my new status, and I 
had just prepared myself to leave the boardroom, when Mr. Peterson once more 
wanted to speak.

	"During the negotiations with Mr. Hansen he explained to me a theory, as to 
how the Germans had acquired such detailed information about our company. I 
think we should ask Miss Carlsen to go and fetch Mr. Hansen. That way we can 
tell him about his new wages, and he may tell us about his theory, which may 
very well be just as important to the company as his new buying policy."

	Damn. I had to get down to dad and get back into my body. I called dad and 
told him to go to the toilet, as we should have to make the transition fast 
and without the risk of being disturbed. We had barely finished the process, 
when we heard Miss Carlsen enter the office.

	"It was a bold approach, son. Did it work?"

	"A hundred percent, dad. And you did very well! I'll get you a good fuck in 
the near future. Deal?"

	"Sure, that will be lovely. But you don't have to, son. I'll always be 
there for you."

	"Thank you, dad. For now I've better go out and face Miss Carlsen."

	"Ah, there you are, Mr. Hansen. Your presence is wanted in the boardroom. I 
can't tell you why, because I'm not in on the meetings, but it has to be 
pretty important. I can't remember they have ever called employees to attend 
a board-meeting."

	They all turned their heads to look at me, when I entered the room.

	"Please, be seated, Mr. Hansen. We have called you here for two reasons." 
Mr. Peterson looked around the room.  "First to tell you that we have just 
agreed upon the proposal you and I drew up last week. Congratulations, Mr. 
Hansen."

	They all clapped their hands, and I put up a happy face and thanked them.

	"The second reason is something you said at our meeting. When I mentioned 
industrial spies, you had another explanation of their knowledge about our 
company."

	"Oh, yes. Gentlemen, I'm not a computer wizard, as they are called these 
days. But I'm sure of one thing: The people who wanted to employ me had a 
thorough knowledge of our company. I got the impression that nothing was 
secret to them. No single spy could acquire such knowledge. The only way 
would be to have a hacker penetrate our computers. I feel certain that this 
is what they have done. It will be of the utmost importance to us, that we 
put up firewalls around our systems to make it impossible. I should suggest 
that we make contact with one of the younger software developers here in 
Copenhagen, and that they are commissioned to safeguard our computers as 
fast as possible."

	"Haven't we got a young man who is responsible for our computers?"

	"Yes we do, but this is something rather new, and you would need special 
knowledge to do something about it. Mr. Svensson has done a great job, 
establishing our local networks, but there is no way he can be made 
responsible for crooks, invading our privacy."

	"Is it going to be expensive?"

	"I should think so, but I can't say for sure. But one thing is sure: It's a 
lot more expensive to do nothing. Today our competition has access to 
everything: Customer lists, production plans, cash-flow, plans for future 
development, you mention it, they've got it."

	"Do you know where to go, Mr. Hansen?"

	"I've got a few ideas, but I think it would be a much better idea to put 
Mr. Svensson on the trail. He's very welcome to ask me for advice, but I 
think it is in the best interest of the company to update Mr. Svensson on 
these countermeasures. After all he knows our systems inside out."

	"That sounds very logical, Mr. Hansen. Thank you for calling our attention 
to the problem. We'll set the wheels moving today or tomorrow. And, once 
again: Congratulations."

	Alice was back when I returned to my office.

	"Hello, Alice. Did you finish packing?"

	"Hello, Erik, and yes. There was no way she could have done it on her own. 
We had just sealed the last box when the movers arrived: 4 big guys and two 
containers."

	"I'm happy you made it. I hope you don't mind that I told Henny to call 
you."

	"Not at all, Erik. It just shows me that you're the kind of boss, I had 
guessed you to be. Henny told me that you have bought their condo."

	"Yes. Mary fell very much in love with it. I have to admit I've come to 
like the idea, too."

	"No wonder! It's a lovely place. And it is so big!"

	"Yes. It had to be. We've got a rather big house, and if we had to move to 
a small apartment, we should have to throw out a lot of furniture, which 
we've come to love. By the way, it's because of the apartment that Mary 
couldn't go to help Henny. She had to go and make the final orders for our 
new kitchen, or they would not be able to get it up here for Friday."

	"Up here? Where does it come from?"

	"It's Italian."

	"Oh, my God. Not one of those fancy, ultra modern kitchens?"

	"Just the kind."

	"Wow. I have dreamt of one for a long time, but my husband thinks it's a 
waste of money. We could hardly afford it, anyway."

	"Well, you could tell him, that if you had such a fine kitchen, you might 
spend more time preparing better food."

	"Good idea. I think I'll tell him.  Well, I've better get started on my 
work. Have you got anything special for me today?"

	"In fact I have. And a rather important thing it is, too."

	I explained how hackers apparently had entered our computers, so I wanted 
her to call Mr. Svensson to see, if he could spare us a moment. Ten minutes 
later he entered our office. When he heard about the board meeting he was 
quite shocked.

	"We'll have to do something about it, rather quickly."

	"Yes. I wondered, Mr. Svensson, if you have an extra computer in store. I'd 
like you to show Mrs. Winter how to download all information that this 
office has put into the main computer, and as soon as it is on a computer 
which is not part of our main system, I want you to erase it from the 
network."

	"I can do that in a very short time. In fact I have a rather powerful 
computer, which was delivered on Friday. I can have it here in about an 
hour."

	"Very good. Then I think Mrs. Winter and I will go and have an early lunch, 
so we'll be ready when you bring the computer here."

	We had a very nice lunch. Alice was very friendly and flirting. I could see 
my mind-control had worked its magic. She would touch my hand or my arm 
whenever there was a chance. Most likely any advance on my part would have 
been welcomed then and there, but I wanted to save my libido for a hot night 
with Mary and Henny. Instead I decided to make my final adjustments. I made 
the heat in her abdomen more focused on her clit and her vagina, and I also 
installed my favourite pictures of stockings and suspenders. Last, but not 
least, I `showed' her what the archive might be used for.

	By the end of our lunch I telephoned Henny and asked her, please to be 
discreet, and not reveal to Mary, that we had had an affair.

	"Of course, stupid. I wouldn't want to destroy anything for you two guys. 
But I can promise you one hot night, dear. I've been horny for two days, 
now. See you tonight."

Chapter four.

	When Alice and Mr. Svensson had done their downloading and deleting, I 
stood behind Alice for a moment. As if by coincidence I rested one hand on 
her shoulder, which was received with a big, inviting smile. I patted her 
shoulder gently and told her, she had done enough for today, and that I'd 
see her in the morning. I called Mary and told her about the board meeting, 
and how we had moved up in the money-hierarchy. She sounded very excited.

	"How lovely, dear. I stayed in the shop while he called Italy. Our new 
kitchen will be here on Friday! They'll send two carpenters along, who are 
willing to work overtime during the weekend. We can talk about it when you 
get home. Can't you leave a bit early? I'm all worn out, and I'd love for us 
to have a shower and a rest, so we are up to it, when Henny arrives at 
seven."

	"OK, Mary, but promise me you won't seduce me. I want to be up to my best 
tonight."

	"Sure, old man, I'll let you have your afternoon nap in peace."

	No wonder Mary was tired. When I got home she told me how she had hired a 
carpenter to take down the old kitchen, and a painter to redo the walls. She 
had chosen a light grey colour with a hint of pink in it, so the walls would 
change colour  when the evening sun poured through the windows. "It's going 
to be so beautiful, Erik. Just perfect. I also dropped off the pictures and 
text at the real estate broker. He felt sure he could sell our house in a 
week or two."

	At half past four we were sound asleep.

	Mary woke me up at a quarter to seven. "Wake up, sleepy-head. You've just 
got time to get dressed. Henny will be here soon."

	In the kitchen she had prepared a sparse buffet, a few cold cuts, shrimps, 
eggs, mussels, salad, cheese, and bread. I had just told her how good it 
looked, when the Toyota entered the driveway. Mary ran to the front door to 
welcome Henny. I could hear them hugging in the hall, and soon Henny entered 
the kitchen, said `hi' and went up to hug me. She looked around.

	"What a beautiful table, Mary. It has to be Italian."

	"Sure. Erik told me to buy it, because he sometimes wants to watch my naked 
pussy while he eats." Nothing discreet about my Mary, when she felt she was 
on `home ground'.

	"Mmm. How decadent. I shouldn't mind watching it, too."

	"We'll do it one better, Henny. While Erik opens the white wine and 
prepares a couple of welcome-drinks, we'll go upstairs and dress for dinner. 
Are you game?"

	"Sure. And I'm very hungry, too. I haven't had a bite since this morning. 
The things you've prepared look terrific."

	They disappeared upstairs. I opened the chilled wine, and then I mixed 3 
gin and tonics. I had just placed them on the glass table when I heard the 
`girls' coming downstairs. Wow, what a sight! It must be every male's 
dream-wish come true. Henny was in a blue corselet, leaving her tits bare, 
only supported by a quarter-cup bra. Plus, of course, blue stockings and 
semi high heels. My Mary was in a striped Parisian outfit, almost like a 
can-can dancer's, you know; a striped corset with underwear, lacy 
see-through shorts which were open at the crotch, stockings and high heels.

	"What do you think, Sir, are we properly dressed for dinner?"

	"You look absolutely terrific, both of you. May I offer you a Gin'n'T 
before dinner?"

	They came up, close to me, and sandwiched me while they both kissed and 
touched me. Then they let go of me, kissed each other, and sat down at the 
table.

	"This table is absolutely decadent." Henny openly stared at Mary's legs 
through the glass. "I hope I can get one like it in Vancouver. I'm sure Carl 
would love it." We could see, how she opened her legs and dipped a finger in 
her smooth cunt. Then she brought her glistening finger to Mary's glass and 
smeared a few drops on the rim. "I think your Gin'n'T could do with a little 
extra spice."

	"Yummy. I love that taste," said Mary with the glass to her lips. She 
leaned towards Henny and pursed her lips. Henny met her halfway, and they 
kissed and twisted tongues in a very erotic way, while Mary's hand went to 
touch Henny's left breast. This immediately caused her nipple to grow.

	When we started eating, we left the food on the kitchen-table, to avoid 
cluttering the glass table, so we always had only one plate and one glass in 
front of us. Of course that meant, we had to get up a lot of times to go and 
fetch a fresh supply. The second time Henny had to get up, she went round 
behind Mary.

	"That outfit is very pretty, Mary, but to my taste it hides your breasts 
much too well. Let's get you out of that under-shirt." She reached round and 
undid the laces, which ran criss-cross down her front. When the striped 
corset opened up, she pulled off Mary's white shirt and left the corset 
halfway opened.

	"Now, that's more to my taste," she said. "Erik, if I kiss one nipple you 
could kiss the other. I'm sure Mary will like that."

	Oh, yes, she certainly liked it. She moaned and threw her head back. Then 
she grabbed my left hand and guided it under the table. "Feel how wet I am." 
  She was absolutely soaked, and her French knickers were saturated around 
the open crotch.

	"God, I love to see you do that," Henny said. "Do you want to se me do it?"

	We were still sucking and biting Mary's nipples, when I watched through the 
glass how Henny's hand moved in between Mary's open thighs. Mary shivered 
and tried to open even wider. The sight was so erotic that my cock pushed 
hard to get out of my trousers. Henny was now masturbating Mary very 
deliberately, as if she would force her to have an orgasm.

"Fortunately I know what a horny whore you are, Mary. I know you can have 
plenty of orgasms. If I didn't know that, I would stop playing with your wet 
cunt right now. But I think Erik deserves to see you get it by the hand of 
another woman."

Mary's eyes were tightly shut when she started screaming. She held on to my 
arm while she was raked by a short, violent orgasm. Then she grabbed Henny 
by her cheeks and planted a long, loving kiss on her lips. I got my kiss 
after Henny. "Oh, you two, that was lovely. I have longed so much for this 
evening."

"You are most welcome, dear. Tell me, is Erik going to keep those trousers 
on all evening? It looks as if he's got something I'd like to watch through 
the glass table as well."

Mary turned towards me and opened my belt. I quickly rid myself of all my 
clothes. For a second I wondered if it was too early, but my lust got the 
better of me, and I went round to Henny and opened my arms. She threw one 
glance at Mary, and then she smiled and fell into my arms. While she lifted 
her head for a kiss, her right hand took a firm grip on my cock.

"It feels good to the touch, too, doesn't it," Mary asked.

"Oh, it's lovely long and hard," Henny mumbled under her kiss. "I look 
forward to feel it somewhere else, too."

"You'll get it, girl, you'll get it."

We resumed the dinner, this time with my hard cock on display under the 
table. When we had almost finished eating, Mary got up and fetched a small 
parcel from the kitchen table. "I bought you this small farewell-present, 
but thought I had better not give it to you at the reception."

"Wow. I wonder what that could be."

"Open it. It's for your long flight to Vancouver."

It turned out to be a pair of black rubber panties.

"Are you afraid I can't hold my water?"

"No, no. Look on the inside of them."

"Oh, my God. There's a cock inside."

"Yes, and a small ridge in front of the cock to rub your clit. I bet you can 
have several lovely orgasms on a transatlantic flight."

"God, you naughty girl. Erik, you ought to get a pair of these for herself, 
so you can force her to wear them a whole day."

I had reached my limit by that time. All through dinner they had tormented 
me with little shows of masturbation and their lewd talk. I got up from my 
chair, my cock sticking out in the most vulgar way. "I can't stand any more 
of this. I've had two horny cunts on display for nearly an hour. Now I want 
one of them to bury my cock in. Which of you will it be?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Mary laughed. She turned towards Henny: "I've 
dreamt of this since we were together, Henny. Let's go into the living room. 
I want so badly to suck your cunt and then have Erik fuck you for good. Can 
I, please?"

"Oh my God. You can suck all you want, and I'll spread as wide as I ever 
can. But I have a better idea. I want you to lick me the way you did it the 
very first time." She got up from her chair and pushed some of the plates 
aside from the kitchen-table. Then she jumped up and leaned against the 
wall, while she hitched her heels up on the table and spread all out.

Her naked cunt was glistening from all the juice she had produced, when she 
masturbated for us under the table, and Mary fell on her knees in front of 
her. She sounded almost as if she was sobbing from happiness, when she 
pressed her mouth against Henny's inviting cunt. I could see how her cheeks 
were sucked in as she started shaking her head from side to side. I stood 
beside her and reached up to pinch Henny's nipples. "Aaahhh, that's good," 
Henny groaned.

I reached down with my right hand and slapped Mary's ass a couple of times. 
"Do some really good sucking, you horny whore, and make her ready for your 
husband's cock." Henny humped her ass up and down, the way I had seen her 
do, when she was close to orgasm. Apparently Mary had seen the same, because 
she pulled her head out, looked up at me and panted: "She's ready for you 
now, Sir. Can I guide you in?"

She got up on shaky legs, grabbed my hard cock and pulled me towards Henny's 
open cunt. She was almost sobbing as she guided me into Henny, and then she 
leaned in and started kissing her nipples, while I pushed all the way in, 
till I hit bottom. God, she was still incredibly tight, just as wonderful as 
I remembered. I had only fucked her for a minute or two when she exploded. 
What a wonderful, horny sight she was. Her face was all contorted, her mouth 
wide open to let out a scream, Mary sucking avidly on her small tits. That 
was the moment I felt something touch  the underside of my cock. Mary had 
pushed a finger up Henny's ass!

Henny's tight cunt pumping my cock, two gorgeously horny women, dressed in 
my favourite stockings, and my lecherous wife working her finger in and out 
of another woman's ass: They did it! Even if I had wanted to hold back I 
didn't have a chance. My cock grew half a centimetre longer, and I pushed it 
so hard into Henny that it must have hurt. She was on her way down from the 
peak, but when I gushed spurt after spurt into the bottom of her wet hole, 
she took off again. I yelled my passion out into the kitchen, grabbed her 
hips and pulled her hard against my spurting cock. I had stopped gushing, 
but I was still enjoying the tiniest movements in and out of Henny, when I 
turned my head and kissed my wife passionately.

"You've got to be the horniest women in Copenhagen. This was the greatest."

"You just wait," Mary smiled. "I told you what I want to do now, so get your 
cock out of my girlfriend." She landed a soft, friendly slap on my ass. A 
wet, slurping gurgle followed my pulling out. Henny looked wonderfully 
whorish with her legs and cunt still spread wide, while a drop of my sperm 
was seeping out of her. I stepped aside. Mary immediately fell to her knees 
in front of Henny, making love to her open cunt with her tongue and her 
lips. I remembered how horny it made Henny, when I sucked my sperm out of 
her, and I could almost feel what Mary was experiencing. A trembling Henny 
on the table, my groaning wife on her knees! I could hardly believe my eyes. 
When Mary moved her hand down between her thighs to masturbate herself, I 
went down on my knees beside her.

"Let me do that, love. God, you are such a slut. Your cunt is slippery and 
hot. I'll masturbate you." I rubbed her clit with my right hand and held on 
to her ass with my left, while slurping sounds overpowered any sensible 
thoughts I might have had in my brain. While Mary humped her cunt against my 
hand, I made the crazy decision, that I would bring in my father, and have 
him fuck these horny women. That would give him something to brag about `on 
the other side'.

When Henny came, she clasped her spasming thighs round Mary's head, and at 
the same time Mary came on my hand with a scream. I pulled out my wet 
fingers, and a little later Henny slid down from the table. For a moment 
they held each other tight and kissed lovingly. Then they turned towards me, 
squeezed me between them and kissed me from both sides.

"This is just too good to be true," Mary whispered.

I told the `girls' to go into the living room. I'd make us some espresso and 
bring it in later. There was no need to hurry, so I cleared the kitchen 
first and then I made the espresso. While I was alone in the kitchen I sent 
out a call for dad.

"You're not going to believe this, dad. I've got Mary and Henny in the 
living room, and they are horny as hell. If you are ever going to fuck Mary, 
you'll have to do it now. She's so focused on Henny, that she will not feel 
any difference between you and me."

"God, boy, you are something. Are you sure it's ok with you, if I fuck her?"

"If anything, it will make me horny."

I peeked through the half open door. Sure, the two horny bitches were at it 
again. Mary was kneeling on the floor in front of Henny. They had both shed 
their underwear, and Mary's ass was invitingly open.

"Come, dad. Take my body, quickly. Then bring the tray with the coffee in 
there, and just ram it to Mary from behind. As soon as you've finished, I 
want my body back, so they won't know what happened. OK?"

"Sure." We were down to less than a minute for him to take over. This time I 
wanted to be present, so I was in the corner of the living room before he 
entered with the tray.

"Wow. You look too good, girls. I've got to do something." He went up behind 
Mary and fell to his knees. Mary turned her head for a moment and sent him 
an inviting smile, whereupon she swayed her back, putting her dripping cunt 
on an even better display. Dad crawled up close, grabbed her hips, and just 
plain ran his cock deep inside her. With every thrust he pushed Mary's face 
hard into Henny's open cunt, which made her squeal with joy. The sight was 
so randy, that for a moment I wished that dad had been really alive, and 
that I had had my own body, so I could feel the wild emotions, which I knew 
this sight would have evoked in me.

Dad fucked my wife hard and vigorously for quite some time. Then I could see 
that he was getting close. He tensed up and fucked her faster and faster. 
This time it was Mary's turn to squeal. She had a violent orgasm when dad 
grabbed her hips real hard and emptied himself into her.

"Erik. Wait a second. Don't pull out yet. I want her to sit on my face, so I 
can reciprocate what she did to me in the kitchen."

While dad held on to Mary's hips Henny wriggled herself out of the chair and 
lay down on the floor. "Now, Erik. Let go of her and help her over here." 
When dad pulled out of her, she was a terribly inviting sight, so wet and 
open. Dad grabbed her arm and helped her crawl the short distance, till she 
was straddling Henny's chest, looking down between her open thighs at 
Henny's eager mouth.

"Clean his cock first, Henny. I want so much to watch your mouth on him." 
Henny had a wicked smile on her lips as she opened up. Dad knelt at her 
head, and Mary pushed his ass closer to Henny. Dad's (my) dwindling cock 
fell into her mouth, and with slurping sounds Henny sucked him clean. When 
she had finished she pushed him away. "I want Mary now."

Dad sat down in the sofa, and soon I was drawn back into my body in the 
familiar way. When I looked at the scenery through my own eyes, Henny was 
licking my sperm drip by drip, as it seeped out of Mary. Mary was almost 
delirious. Time and again she would press her cunt hard against Henny's face 
and fuck her mouth with her clit. Then she'd raise herself a little to let 
Henny resume her sucking.

"Wow, son. That wife of your's, she's some hot woman."

"You enjoyed her?"

"Immensely. Her cunt is so hot and alive, like no one I remember. Well, that 
would be your mom's."

"Yeah, dirty old man. And now you've fucked your daughter-in-law. You've 
better leave now. Usually I can't fuck more than three times, and I want the 
last time to myself."

"Sure, I'll leave you to it. Thank you ever so much. I hope I can do 
something for you, some day. Bye, son."

I reverted my attention to Mary and Henny. Mary was on a wave of passion. 
Like a cat on the heat she rubbed her cunt against Henny's face, her whole 
body shivering. She groaned and she meowed, and I got the impression that 
she was coming all the time. Henny's lower body was left alone on the floor, 
and I found it totally irresistible. I lay down between her legs, lifted her 
knees and spread them. While I put my lips to her clit I worked one finger 
up her cunt and another up her ass. That got her going! Every time Mary 
lifted her cunt a little to let her breathe, Henny would shout: "Ah, ah, ah, 
oooohh. Oh God, ah, ah, ah." Finally they collapsed, both of them. We kissed 
and hugged for a moment before we got up from the floor.

"We didn't get the coffee. Do you think you two can keep your hands off each 
other while I go to make some fresh?"

"I think so," Henny laughed, "but don't bet on it."


Chapter five.

	It surprised me that the kitchen clock had already passed eleven. I could 
also feel that my body had been through two great fucks, although I had only 
had the pleasure of the first.

	When we had finished the coffee, and a lot of warm small-talk, I said: "I'm 
afraid I'll have to go to bed, much as I'd like to stay with you, but I have 
a very hard day ahead of me, and you two lovely whores have worn me out, I'm 
afraid."

	"Why will it be a hard day," Henny asked.

	I told her about the hackers and the new computer, and how we should have 
to bring all information back in order as fast as possible. I kissed both of 
them and went upstairs.

	Later in the night I sleepily registered that Mary and Henny came to bed 
and went to sleep, one on each side of me. I woke up in the early morning. 
Henny's hand was on my growing cock, and Mary's lips were on mine. It felt 
as if a warm cloud of sex and love had engulfed me. The sensations these two 
warm women created in me were so hot, so erotic, and so unusually new, that 
I was wide-awake in half a minute.

	"Today I remembered to wake you up in time, didn't I?" Mary's lips had left 
my mouth. She rolled on top of me, and Henny guided my semi-hard cock to her 
pussy. With a little sigh Mary slid down my body, till I was buried in her. 
"I just want to keep your cock nice and warm while you kiss and lick Henny. 
Later I want you two to have a lovely farewell-fuck." While Henny leaned in 
and kissed me, Mary changed position till she was sitting on my hips, 
impaled completely on my cock. Henny stopped kissing me and straddled my 
chest. As she pushed her hips closer, to put her pussy in contact with my 
mouth, I watched between her legs how Mary's hands went round her torso, to 
fondle and pinch her small breasts.

	I put my hands on Henny's thighs and kissed her beautiful, naked pussy. It 
looked battered and worn, and she tasted strongly of dried up pussy-juice.

	"Wow. What have you two been up to?  You look and you taste very worn."

	"I am, Erik, I am. We had a lot of fun with your strap-on and my new rubber 
panties, after you went to bed. I'm sure you would have loved to watch it."

	For a while the only sounds in the bedroom were Henny's sexy moans and the 
slurping sounds of my mouth on her wet cunt. I felt Mary's cunt squeezing my 
cock with those tiny movements that were a sure sign she was very horny. I 
stopped licking.

	"Get off me, women. I want to fuck Henny now!"

	Mary seemed terribly eager and helpful. She even placed one of the pillows 
under Henny's hips. As a result I hit bottom very hard, when she had guided 
my cock to Henny's cunt.

	"Oohhh, that hurt. You're very long this morning!"

	"Can you blame me? You're not halfway as tight as you were last night."

	I had not noticed that Mary had left the bed. Suddenly I felt a cold, gooey 
glob and two fingers on my ass. Mary's voice was hoarse with passion when 
she said: "Relax, Erik, Henny proposed this, so we can all be in on her last 
fuck in Denmark." Gently and slowly she worked her strap-on up my ass! When 
she was all the way in, the gentleness left her. Every time she slammed the 
strap-on into my ass, I felt my cock hit bottom in Henny! This was 
absolutely crazy. My ass hurt and tingled at the same time, and Henny's 
sloppy cunt bathed my cock in juice and contractions. Mary fucked me hard 
and passionately for ten minutes, stopping only once to drip more 
exploration cream on to my sore ass.

	Henny started screaming. "I'm coming, I'm coming. Aaaahhhh. Oohhh. God, I'm 
coming." She thrashed around under me, and I could not hold back any more. 
With a groan I tensed up and poured my come into her. I would never have 
imagined, that so many divine sensations were possible! My cock, my head, 
and my ass.  Mary had stopped fucking me and instead she rubbed her cunt 
against me and the strap-on, until she exploded a minute later.

	Mary pulled out of me and discarded the strap-on, and I pulled out of 
Henny. A little later we lay there, with Henny in the middle, kissing and 
caressing. Not until then did I see that she was crying.

	"What's wrong, dear? Did we hurt you?"

	"No, silly. But why the hell do I have to go to Canada? This has been the 
most wonderful night of my life. Why didn't we find out long time ago?"

	"Maybe we were not ready. At least you know now, what you should be open 
to."

	"That's just it! I don't want to be open to it. I could never go to a 
swinger's club for this. This is so special, because there is so much 
caring, too. You wouldn't know how much I'm going to miss you."

	Mary's eyes were filled with tears, too. "I know, Henny, I know. I'm not 
going to find another girlfriend, I'm sure. This will stay forever in my 
memory, as a treasure to warm my spirit."

	"And what about you, you lucky cat! Two horny pussies in one night. Too bad 
it's over, isn't it?"

	"Does it really have to be over? I see how fond you two are of each other, 
and Vancouver is only ten hours away. I'd hate for such a lovely thing to be 
stopped. If you think you could seduce Carl, I shouldn't mind if Mary flew 
over a couple of times a year."

	For a second they were dead silent. Then Mary let out a high-pitched wail. 
"You wouldn't? You'd really let me fly to Vancouver now and then?"

	"I said I would, didn't I?"

	"Oh, my God, Erik. You are the most extraordinary, lovable, generous, 
wonderful man. I love you, I love you, I love you."

	Henny's tears had turned into a genuine, silent weeping.

	"What's wrong, dear? Don't you want me to come?"

	"Of course I do, silly. I just can't help crying when I'm really happy. It 
would be a dream come true."

	"OK, ladies. It's time to get up. You just stay here. But remember, don't 
say good bye, say `auf wiedersehen'."

	I kissed both of them, got out of bed and went through the usual morning 
routines. While the Toyota silently carried me to the office, a feeling, 
that my life was going to take yet another turn to the better, overwhelmed 
me.

End of part four.
Will probably be continued.

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