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The Gift.

	By Spiller.

PART ONE.

Chapter one

	I cannot even contemplate how many times I have wished for that secret 
gift, which would give me the power to manipulate people's minds. I cannot 
even imagine, I should be the only one to harbour such a wish.

	I know all too well where this fantasy originates. You see, I am your 100% 
average man. Average looks, average brains, average height and in every way 
a man of average success. I hardly need to interpret to you, my dear reader, 
what that means.

Although I know that envy is one of the cardinal sins, I have to confess to 
it. Oh, my, do I have to confess. Those horrible teen-age years, when all 
the girls had their attention focused on the tall guys, the handsome guys, 
even the fresh and the rough ones, but never on young mister Average. That 
was the time I felt those pangs of envy for the first time. Or  in college. 
When I watched the guys with brains and money skedaddle through it all. 
While I had to study hard to get my grades, they spent most of their time at 
parties and in different beds, and when graduation got closer they had 
picked the prettiest and sexiest of the girls. I got laid one lousy time, 
and that was only because the girl wanted to make a lost boyfriend  jealous. 
He did not notice, and I got a lousy, pathetic lay.  Envy.

Graduation, job, applying myself to a `career' in a large corporation. Where 
the guys with charisma, with the easy-going charm, with the power to attract 
attention, stole all the promotions, and left me right in the middle of the 
pyramid, where nobody would notice me, as long as I filled my quota. Envy 
again.

As the unproductive envy slowly seeped out of me, it was replaced by a kind 
of reluctant acceptance. If this was the way it was going to be, I had 
better come to terms with it and get on with some kind of a life.

I met an average girl. Mary and I liked each other, got married, settled 
down in a fairly nice house, and within three years we had two average 
children. Our daily life was a comfortable routine, and our love life was 
fairly satisfactory, though not very spectacular.

That was the time when the fantasies started. First I toyed a little with 
the idea of mind reading, but after some time I had to admit, that I 
probably would not like to know what other people thought of me. Then I read 
some books and short stories where mind-control was part of the plot. The 
idea appealed to me, and for a couple of years I liked to spend a little 
time, just before falling asleep, choosing a person and then imagine, what I 
should like to do to his or her mind. Great fun. Eventually my imagination 
dried up, and for a short period the fantasies became more like a sleeping 
pill because of the repetitions, and I forgot about it.

Years later I became quite absorbed by the different ideas of the afterlife. 
Suffice it to say, that one evening I visited a spiritist `temple' in 
Copenhagen, and the medium brought me messages from my deceased father. This 
was the first time I visited the place, so he could not know who I was, but 
anyway he told me details about looks, nicknames, family events etc. that 
were so precise, they had to come `from the source'. I was convinced. Days 
later I contacted this medium in order to learn, if I could `receive' in the 
same way. I was told that it might be possible, given  the circumstances, 
because a person `from the other side', was trying to contact me. He set up 
a program of meditation and training of my mind, to open up to messages 
which were there, but which were unknown to most people. Eureka. In only 
three months I received the first flashes of insight, and one month later I 
would have short conversations with my father, who had died when I was only 
10. For fear of ridicule I kept all this a deep secret, not even my wife 
knew anything, and for the first time I had some use of my very average 
position in the company pyramid: I could spend all my mental power on this 
project, with no harm done to my so-called career.

 From our `conversations' I learned, that my father's wish to make contact, 
was very strong. He felt, that by getting himself killed in a stupid, 
self-inflicted accident, he had been a major contributor to my utterly 
average life, not being there in my formative years to enhance my confidence 
and courage, and he had a strong wish to `do something' for me. Alas, it was 
much too late to make any fundamental changes to my life, but when I `told' 
him about my fantasies of mind control, he became very enthusiastic. That 
was a field where he could do something for me, although he warned me: To 
gain full control would take a long time, but limited attempts might bring 
bits of sunlight into my dull life, while I struggled to gain full control.

First he taught me to go through the same mental training I had had, while I 
attempted to receive messages from `the other side', only this time 
reversed: I was to send out `messages' of my own. As soon as he felt that I 
had reached some kind of proficiency in this field, he set out to teach me 
how to execute my first attempts in mind control. As a beginner I should 
need skin contact with the person I wanted to influence. Then I was taught 
how to form images in my mind, which I could transfer to the `victim' and 
then later connect to different centres of emotion.

I started out with my wife, who was the easiest person to achieve skin 
contact with. I transferred an image of myself to her, which I later 
connected to the emotions she would have in her abdomen, so that all the 
many times every day, when sex crossed her mind, it would be connected to my 
image. The result was evident in only two days. She became much more focused 
on me, and for the first time in years she took the initiative in bed. A 
week later I planted the image of my lips and tongue on her cunt, and 
connected it to her clitoris, and in just a few days she straddled my face 
and demanded to be licked out. That was an absolute first. My confidence 
grew, and I was ecstatic when I was met with absolute success, gaining 
access to her ass for my finger and my cock. At this time my father advised 
me to take my new skill `to town'.

On his advice I transferred an image of hardworking me to my wife, in order 
to assure peace on the home front, should I stay out late, and I decided 
that Jannie should be my first target. She is a luscious redhead who often 
visits a café, where I like to listen to jazz, but she is 16 years my 
junior, and although we will hug in a friendly way when we meet, she has 
never shown any sexual interest. But I sure have lusted for her! Fortunately 
my wife is no jazz fan, and over the years she has got used to my going 
there about twice a month.

The next jazz evening I transferred my image to Jannie, and made connections 
to her abdomen, vagina and clit. All this was done in the few seconds we 
hugged, cheek to cheek, and then I went to the bar and bought my first beer. 
Later I sat down at another table, only to be joined by Jannie during the 
second intermission. We danced a few dances, and when the band played their 
version of `Take The A-Train', Jannie asked if I'd like to hear the original 
recording - at her place, of course. I knew she lived only 3 minutes walk 
from the café, and before the band had finished their gig, we were on our 
way.

In her apartment she poured us a couple of drinks, then she put the CD on 
the player, and when `Take The A-Train' started, she turned round, stretched 
out her arms and said: "Care to dance it once more?" Jannie is almost as 
tall as I am, and her wonderful body felt so soft and pliant, it was almost 
as if she melted into me. In the privacy of her own apartment, her dancing 
was a lot more sexy and suggestive, and for once I didn't hesitate taking 
the initiative. When I reached in and opened the two top buttons of her 
dress, I was met with a smile of approval, and half a minute later she 
opened the last three herself. The top of her breasts, which could be seen 
over her black bra, was a matte, pearly white, with a few freckles on. What 
a sight. As my hands caressed her body I could feel, that she was wearing 
panties and stay up stockings, so I planted the image of her in underwear 
into her mind. A little later she stepped away from me, opened the belt of 
her dress, and soon she had pulled it over her head, thrown it on an 
armchair, and then she melted into my arms again. "Do you like to see me 
like this?" she whispered.

"No, I don't like it. I love it! You look gorgeous, Jannie, even better than 
I had imagined." I hugged her close, grabbed her soft ass with both hands 
and pressed her tummy against my erection.

I learned a lesson that night. A lot of the excitement was taken out of it, 
if I made my control too detailed. While we were hugging, rocking slowly in 
rhythm with the music, I transferred an image of her, lying on her bed with 
only her stockings on, and therefore it was no surprise to me, when she took 
my hand and guided me to her bedroom, where she shed her bra and panties, 
and lay down on her bed. I then and there decided not to use control for the 
rest of the evening, unless something very specific became important to me. 
Never fear. Jannie was one hot lady. First thing I noticed was her shaven 
cunt, which is not that common in Denmark. Second was her almost luminant, 
white skin, but best of all was the look of wanton lust in her eyes.

In no time I was naked and stretched out beside her. God, I needed to feel 
that naked, soft body against mine. I started caressing her, but she 
whispered: "I've wanted you in me for so long. Please fuck me."

"Just a second, Jannie. I've got to taste that lovely, plump and naked cunt. 
God, you look sooo inviting." I kissed my way down her body, till my mouth 
rested on that sweet, naked mussel. She tasted wonderful, and she was really 
a woman worth sucking. There was plenty of juice to drink, and just a few 
seconds of sucking her clit got her going. All the time she let out the 
horniest sighs and moans I ever heard. The sound of them went straight to my 
cock! Soon she was making small humping motions, pushing her cunt closer to 
my face, and at last she grabbed my head and tried to push it up her cunt. 
At least that was how it felt. She screamed her way through a violent orgasm 
and when it died down she grabbed my hair and pulled.

"Up here, now. And fuck me. That was lovely, but I need your cock now. Fuck 
me. Take meeee!"

How could I disobey such an order?  She was absolutely wonderful. Her cunt 
was slippery and hot, but surprisingly tight, and again she used those small 
movements from the dance. She felt so absolutely vibrant and alive against 
my skin, the way she was always moving some part of her body against me: 
Little twists of her shoulders would rub her big breasts against my chest, 
or she would squeeze her thighs rhythmically around my hips, and so on. I 
could feel that I should not last very long in this hot woman, but suddenly 
I remembered that I had overheard Jannie say, she liked it a bit rough.

I grabbed her wrists and held them down hard above her head, and then I 
started fucking her really hard: Fast and then slow, fast again, but always 
slamming my pelvis down on her. The physical strain of this would make me 
last a little longer, and Jannie certainly welcomed it.

"Oh, Erik, you are wonderful. God, this is good." Her groans turned into 
little whimpers and then small screams. She was such a wonderful sight when 
I looked down at her body: Her rounded tummy quivered and her big breasts 
were flying around on her chest.

"AAAhhhh, Jannie, you are great. I'm going to come soon," I groaned, as I 
was fucking her faster and faster.

"Oh, yessss, me too, aaaahhhhh, yessss, yessss." She was screaming almost at 
the top of her voice now, and miraculously we hit the ceiling together. Her 
orgasm was a violent affair, and I felt like her tight cunt squeezed the 
last drops out of me, as I collapsed on top of her.

I had let go of her wrists, and she threw her arms round my neck. A little 
later she took my face between her hands and kissed me all over, while she 
made little humming noises in her throat. "MMmm, Erik, this was absolutely 
lovely. I wouldn't have guessed, that an old guy like you could be such a 
good fuck. If I had, I should have scored you years ago." Her kisses belied 
her words about my age.

I kissed her back and said: "And I always thought you were too young to be 
really good. If I had known, I might have made a pass at you, then."

My very satisfied cock slipped out of her, and she put her hands on my 
shoulders and gave me a little push. "Well, don't you think you have better 
get home to your little wife, so she won't become suspicious? Can't have her 
wondering too much, if I want to do this again next time there's jazz at the 
café."

"But, Jannie, I feel a little lousy just getting up and out."

"Don't even think of it, Erik. As much as I loved this, I'd hate to sleep 
with you. I'm not made for sleeping together. I prefer to do that alone, 
with your smell and the memory to keep me company."

Fifteen minutes later I opened my front door. As was usual after a jazz 
evening, my wife had gone to bed, and I went directly to the shower. Years 
ago she had complained that I smelled too bad of smoke and alcohol, and it 
had become a habit to shower before I went to bed. As I slipped under the 
covers she registered my arrival, and she mumbled: "How nice of you to 
shower, dear. Was the music good?" Before I even started to say something 
she was asleep again.

What surprised me most was the fact that I felt no guilt or remorse. After 
all, this was the first time I had been unfaithful to my wife, but all I 
could feel was joy and satisfaction. I did not want to get involved in a 
moral discussion with myself, and a few minutes later I was fast asleep.


CHAPTER TWO.

	Next morning in my car, on my way to work, my father was there again. "Good 
morning, son. Had some good fun last night?"

	"Sure. It worked fine. By the way, how do you know?"

	"I followed you. Wanted to see how you managed. By the way, I'm happy you 
found out that you should not control down into the details. Takes the fun 
out of it."

	"I'm not quite sure that I like the idea of you watching me."

	"Well, you can't blame me, can you? She was a gorgeous woman, that Jannie."

	"She sure was. Not that I have many to compare her with. You probably know, 
too, that besides my wife I've only had one lousy lay in college."

	"I know. I know. But we shall remedy that, right?"

	"I should hope so."

	"Well, son, but if you want privacy sometimes, I shall have to teach you 
how to reach out with messages and calls to me. That will also enable you to 
perform control without skin contact. Can you arrange for some privacy in 
the near future? It's going to take some tutoring."

	"I could bring home some papers and pretend I have to work on my computer 
for an hour or so every day. I'm sure Mary would not disturb me, and I'd 
have the peace of my home `office'."

	"OK. I'll be with you around five. In the meantime you could sow an image 
or two into that secretary of yours. I've followed her around, and even if 
she is not your typical knockout, I can assure you that she is one hot 
little lady. I watched her only 15 minutes ago. She has put on a new colour 
of nail varnish this morning. Gives you an excuse to take her hand and 
admire it, doesn't it?"

	Once again I was alone in my car. Phew. He would have to stop popping up 
while I was driving. I had absolutely no recollection of my driving the last 
ten miles!

	To a certain degree it was a bit of an overkill, when my father had called 
Henny `my secretary'. I should have loved to be in a position, which would 
have entitled me to a full secretary, but the fact was that I had to share 
Henny with Mr. Larsen in `claims'. She was mine only from 11 to 3 every day.

	All the years we had worked together I had never thought of Henny as 
anything but an efficient and amiable secretary. All I knew about her was 
that she was married and had no children.

	Now I was going to look at her differently. I could hardly recall a picture 
of her from memory! Oh, yes, she had a sweet smile which also reached her 
eyes. She was not very tall. That was all! In a few hours I was going to 
exploit the fact, that statistically all women think of sex at least 20 
times a day. OK!

	The morning rushed by and suddenly it was 11 o'clock. Henny entered my 
office with her usual "Good morning," though it was hardly morning any more. 
While she picked up papers from `in' and `out' trays I had a chance to look 
at her undisturbed. What I saw was a woman around 40 years of age, which I 
knew very well to be true. She was small and slim, but her broad shoulders 
and rather wide hips made her look a bit square. There was not much in the 
tit department, but it was hard to judge, because her blouse was loose. But 
I had remembered right about her face. She looked kind and pleasant in a 
non-sexy way, which was the way she looked when she turned towards me, 
smiled and said: "This order, are you sure it is all right? I remember last 
time we ordered from that firm, they were 2 weeks late on delivery."

	She stepped up in front of my desk and handed me the order form. This gave 
me the chance. I took the paper and also took her hand. "Oh, I think you 
have a new colour on your nails today."

	"I say, Mr. Hansen, I never thought you would notice that kind of thing."

	"Well, ordinarily I wouldn't, but this colour goes splendidly with your 
skirt, that's why I noticed."

	Of course she could not know that, during this short conversation, I had 
planted a prepared image of myself and connected it to her abdomen, no 
specific centre of emotions, just generally her abdomen, which by the way 
looked nice and flat under her skirt.

	I let go of her hand and commented on the order. "This time I have ordered 
delivery three weeks earlier than absolutely necessary. A little bothersome 
for our people in stores, but the price is very attractive and their quality 
is more than adequate."

	The rest of the morning was quite uneventful, and as usual Henny and I went 
together to the company cafeteria for lunch. I wondered if she should sit 
down at my table, as she did a few times every month. Today she did.

	It was impossible not to notice that she had changed a bit. She was a lot 
more talkative than was usual, and a few times she put her hand on top of 
mine, as if to emphasize something. I took those chances to connect my image 
to her vulva and her clit, plus I planted a few blurry, nondescript images 
of her, fucking. Talk about `Speedy Gonzales', but the chance was too 
obvious to pass.

	The afternoon was a delight. Henny was a lot kinder than usual, or rather, 
she was as kind as she usually is, but on top of it she made little hints, 
she went closer to me than ever before, and a few times she even leaned 
against me when she showed me some papers. To be honest I really enjoyed 
myself. I was definitely not used to such overt approaches from women, and I 
couldn't help taking a little advantage of it: Once I put my arm round her 
shoulders and hugged her a little while I told her she had done a good job 
on a special contract.

	Shortly before closing time she came into my office again.

	"Erik, that meeting with the Johnston Company tomorrow has been 
rescheduled. Something came up and they just called and asked if we could be 
there at half past 12. I know it's during our lunch hour, but I said yes, as 
I know you think this meeting is important. Maybe we could grab a bite in 
town when the meeting is finished?"

	"Sure, Henny. I'm happy you accepted." The idea of getting out of the house 
with Henny was quite appealing, and I decided to plant yet another picture 
in her mind, and then no more. I formed an image of her legs and hips in 
stockings and suspenders, then I took her hand: "You know, I haven't said it 
too often, but you really are a gem for a secretary. I don't know how, but 
you seem always to know what I would have done myself." I let go of her 
hand.

	"Oh, Erik," she jokingly hit my shoulder with her fist. "The way you talk 
to people one is never afraid to make a decision. That's why I wished I 
could work for you all day."

	Phew, what a Monday. First the shock my father gave me in the car, and then 
this day filled with sexual innuendoes. For once I really enjoyed the ride 
back home. Until I remembered my `date' with dad. This Monday turned out to 
be not at all so average for this average guy.

	It was also quite unusual that Mary met me in the hall when I entered the 
house.

	"Welcome home, dear. You look a little flushed. Had a hard day?"

	"Oh, yes, quite busy. I didn't even get to finish the last contracts, so 
I'll have to work a little before supper. Is that OK?"

	"Sure, dear. Come on in, I just made your coffee. Would you like a small 
whisky to go with it?"  Wow, for a reception. Not since the first year of 
our marriage had she welcomed me this way. I took my coffee in the living 
room, and shortly before five I excused myself and went into my little 
`office' for my date with dad.

	Right on time, precisely at five, he was there, in my head. "Hello, son. 
Listen, you can't talk like you did in the car this morning, but then you 
don't need to. I can read what you are thinking. All right?"

	"All right. Then see if you can `read' this message: Please don't get to me 
while I'm driving. I can't remember a thing about my driving for the time 
you were with me. It's far, far to dangerous."

	"I read you all right. Sure, just never thought of it. Well, we've better 
get started."

	I shall not go into a lengthy description here. Suffice it to say, that he 
started me on concentration exercises, forming an image of him and erase all 
other thoughts from my mind. It was a lot more difficult than I had thought. 
Our mind is cluttered with huge amounts of information which we just don't 
pay notice to in our daily life. Towards six o'clock he told me that I had 
managed a very, very weak signal, but that I was on the right track, and 
he'd visit me, same time, same place, on Wednesday.

	"Well, boy, I'll leave you to your own devices, but you sure put the heat 
on that small office-thing. Watch out tomorrow. And don't exhaust yourself 
too much tonight. Your wife is in the mood, you know."

	God, how he irritated me. On the other hand I could not very well be angry 
with him, could I? And he was dead right about my wife. When I returned to 
the living room around six, she was sitting in the sofa. She had changed her 
dress, and through the thin material of her dress I could see that she was 
not wearing a bra, but the telltale folds on her thighs showed that she was 
wearing stockings and suspenders.

	When dinner was over she was very amorous, and already at half past ten we 
went to the bedroom for a great fuck. No, I certainly could not be angry 
with dad!

Chapter three.

	When Henny finally arrived in my office at 11 she was all smiles and 
reminded me of the meeting with the Johnston Company. We spent half an hour 
picking up all sorts of papers we should need, and at half past eleven we 
left the office. On the way out Henny called from the lobby to remind Mr. 
Larsen that she might not get back in time for her hour in his office.

	When we got into my car I could not help looking at her legs, and I was 
happy to notice that she was evidently wearing stockings. Her skirt had 
moved up a little as she sat down, or maybe she had moved it up? The dark 
edges of her stockings were on display, and a sly, small smile was on her 
lips.

	The meeting was very successful. Once again I had to admire Henny's 
efficiency. This prim and proper little lady always seemed to have the right 
document in her hand, a minute before I knew I needed it, and the expediency 
of our negotiations was to a high degree of her doing. Shortly after one 
o'clock we sealed a deal for 18 million dollars, securing us steady 
deliverances for the next six months, at an extremely favourable price.

	As we walked across the parking lot in front of Johnston's, I could not 
help but put my arm round her shoulder and say: "That was an impressive 
piece of work, Henny. I have to admire how well prepared you were, and the 
discreet way you guided me past obstacles."

	"Well, thank you, sir," she smiled at me. "And now for that lunch. I have a 
proposal."

	"I'm open."

	"Instead of going to some restaurant, we go to my place. I live quite near, 
at the harbour, and I've prepared a little lunch, which we can enjoy on my 
balcony."

	"What a perfectly nice idea. Your husband wouldn't protest that you bring 
`work' to your home?"

	"He couldn't very well, as he is in Vancouver the next three days. And I 
shouldn't consider you `work'."

	Her apartment was a very nice place. Bigger than I had expected, but then 
her husband was an engineer, and I had no idea in which income-bracket he 
was. Henny opened the doors to a sunny, secluded balcony with a wonderful 
view of the harbour and told me to sit down. Two minutes later she came out 
there with a butler's table, where she had arranged a small, nice lunch 
covered by glass lids, and a couple of tall drinks.

	"I took the liberty of making us a couple of Gin'n't. I like that drink in 
the summer."

	"What a delicious idea. I like it, too. And after all we have a contract to 
celebrate."

	It was not until she sat down in her chair opposite me, and we raised our 
glasses to salute, that I noticed she had opened a couple of buttons in her 
shirt. Her very pretty smile lightened up her face as she said: "And we have 
all the time in the world. I've prepared home office, and no one expects us 
to return today. I said it was going to be a very difficult meeting, you 
know."

	The temperature on the balcony was going up, in more ways than one. When we 
started eating the open sandwiches, I took off my coat and loosened my tie. 
A little later I even rolled up my sleeves. We had a cold beer and snaps 
with the sandwiches, and while we were eating Henny flashed me a glimpse of 
her stocking clad thighs. I felt sure that she did this on purpose. When she 
got up from her chair to put away the plates, she flashed me very openly 
once more, and I thought it was time to comment on it.

	"I may be stepping out of line, but I simply have to tell you how lovely it 
is to see a woman wear stockings. It is one of my favourites."

	"It's always OK to pay a compliment to a woman. Would you like a better 
look?" I did not even get time to nod my head. Without waiting for an answer 
she grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted up. She looked a ton better than 
I had expected. Slim, curved thighs in shiny, black nylon,  a piece of very 
white skin, wide straps holding her stockings, and a pair of ultra thin, 
pale blue panties, showing off her trimmed cunt.

	"God, you look terrific, Henny. How come I have never noticed these years?"

	"I don't know, Erik, but then, I never noticed you, either. Not in that 
way, at least. So we're even." With a smile she dropped the hem of her skirt 
and wheeled the table towards the kitchen.

	"I'll drop this in the dishwasher. Could you do with another cold drink?"

	"I can't say if it's the sun or you, but I sure could do with something 
cold."

	"Then come and get it."

	I followed her into the kitchen. She pointed towards the refrigerator. 
"Help yourself and mix a Gin'n't for me."

	When I turned round to hand her the drink, I was met with an astonishing 
sight: Henny had unbuttoned her blouse, showing off her small, pointed tits, 
and with blushing cheeks she whispered: "I hope I haven't misinterpreted 
you. I'd die if you reject me now."

	I put the drinks down on the kitchen table and stepped up to her. I took 
her into my arms and told her hair that she had not misinterpreted me, that 
I thought she was absolutely ravishing, and that right now I could think of 
nothing better than to get naked with her and feel her body against mine. I 
pushed her blouse down her shoulders while I felt her nimble fingers 
unbutton my shirt and a little later fumble with my belt. In no time skirt 
and trousers, shirt and blouse were off. I pulled her panties halfway down 
her thighs, and then I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up, to sit on 
the kitchen table.

	It was as if we were consumed by a fever, as if speed was vital; as if we 
were drowning, and the only rescue would be cock in pussy. The moment I had 
pulled the panties off her legs she threw those pretty, stocking clad legs 
round my hips, and leaning back to support herself on her hands, she pushed 
and pulled her ass to the edge of the table, placing her glistening cunt 
right in front of my very hard cock. Fortunately the kitchen table was 
tailored to her short body, which meant it provided an excellent fucking 
height.

	God, I wish this first push into her could have been recorded, so I could 
play it again and again. She was all the good things, only ever so much more 
than I had known: Hot, wet, tight and electric, and to top it off she let 
out a deep, long sigh, when I reached bottom. The kind of sigh you let out 
on a hot summer day, when you have finally had your first drink of ice cold 
water.

Suddenly we had all the time in the world. The fever left us, and we could 
savour the exquisite feelings of this first fuck. Her sweet smile returned 
to her face, as she pushed forward to meet my every thrust. Her tiny, 
pointed tits quivered on her chest, so I let go of her hips and moved my 
hands up to caress them. When I pinched her nipples between my thumbs and 
forefingers, a slow, rolling orgasm started in her cunt, spread to her 
thighs and belly, reached her head and her toes, and forced her to scream in 
the most delicious way. The contractions of her cunt were so strong and 
erotic, that they milked my own orgasm out of me.  With a groan I grabbed 
her hips and pushed hard against her, till I felt the bottom of her cunt 
against my cockhead, and I pumped and pumped what felt like a gallon into 
her.

	When I had finished coming, she sat up straight, threw her arms round my 
neck and buried her face on my shoulder, while I held one hand round her 
back and the other on her head. It suddenly dawned upon me that we had not 
even kissed, yet.

	"God," she whispered, "this was the best and fastest ever. Why didn't we do 
this five years ago?"

	I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. Then I kissed her, tenderly 
and soft, and said: "Because five years ago neither of us thought that way. 
But maybe we shall be doing it five years from now."

	Her pearly, rippling laughter was music to my ears. "I might suggest ten 
years, Erik." She pushed me away, so my softening cock fell out of her, then 
she jumped off the table, grabbed my hand and said: "May I invite his 
Lordship to my humble bed? I'm sure we can find ways to spend an hour or 
two."


	We certainly found ways to spend two hours. I was happy that I had not 
planted any specific images in her mind, for she treated me to so many 
unknown pleasures, all out of her own will and lust. My dad had been right: 
She really was a hot little thing. I told her, and convinced her, that I 
thought she looked absolutely lovely, ravishing and erotic, and she opened 
up like one of those Japanese flowers, which look like a little piece of 
dried wood, but when you put them into a glass of water they open up to a 
many coloured beauty. Inhibition and shyness seeped out of her, and for the 
first time I experienced that sex could also be fun, joy, laughter and 
passion, all at the same time.

	Invariably we got close to four o'clock, when we would ordinarily close 
down office, and after a nice, cooling shower, she stayed naked while we 
said good-bye. I could not help telling her once more, how much I was 
attracted to her slim, square body, and her last words to me were: "From now 
on I shall always wear stockings and suspenders, and if my skirt is below 
the knees you might want to catch a peek, because then I shall have left my 
panties at home. Would that please you, my Lordship?"

Chapter four.

	Driving home I once more wondered why I felt no guilt at all. I did not get 
anywhere near an explanation, at least none better than the fact, that 
Jannie and Henny both had been pure sex. There was no love involved, and at 
the moment I could not see, that they should pose any threat to Mary or to 
our marriage. Except, maybe, that I might run into trouble living up to the 
wishes I had planted in my wife.

	Mary again welcomed me with attention and kindness. I told her about a 
tiresome day, but a successful one as well. The large, very profitable 
contract was sure to get me some attention at the company.

	"Well, dear, why don't you take a little rest in the bedroom. I shall wake 
you up before dinner. Would that help?"

	"You are a very considerate wife, my dear. I think that would be a perfect 
idea." Alone in the bedroom I had plenty of time and opportunity to practice 
the things dad had told me yesterday, and on top of it I managed a short 
sleep, which restored me completely. So much so, that when Mary came to wake 
me up with a kiss, I let my hand slide up her leg to feel the piece of naked 
skin between her stocking tops and her panties.

	"Hello, dear. I must say, I really appreciate that you dress up in this 
kind of underwear. I might even take advantage of it after dinner."

	"You shall be most welcome, sir. Do you intend to take advantage, or are 
you just going to enjoy?"

	What was SHE up to? This was not a thing I had planted with her. I felt how 
my excitement was growing.

	"If I'm going to take advantage of it, I should like to tell you to dine 
with me in your underwear." As I closed my mouth round the last word I 
started to regret. This might very well be too fast and too advanced. I 
didn't want to return to our sexlife from one week ago.

	"Oh, how wicked. Underwear it shall be, sir," then she kissed me once more 
and went back downstairs. I stayed on my bed for a little while to think. 
This was taking on a momentum of its own, which I had not at all expected. 
But I had to make a fast decision. How was I going to live up to my words? I 
certainly hoped she did not expect me to turn up as a Master, you know the 
kind you read about, with a whip in his hand. I decided on a more verbal 
version of this `taking advantage', and I quickly changed into my formal 
black suit, white shirt and tie, and I had just finished changing when she 
called from downstairs: "Dinner is ready."

	In the dining-corner the curtains were drawn, and she had bloody well done 
it! Shiny, black stockings, a lacy set of red suspenders and wispy bra, plus 
the tiniest and most see-through panties I had ever seen her wear. On her 
feet she wore a pair of black pumps with a semi high heel. I have to admit 
that she has kept her figure very well. Compared to a lot of women far 
younger, she looked gorgeous.

	"I see you have dressed properly for dinner, too. What a nice idea. Do you 
want a drink for a starter?" She was obviously flirting with me, her 
husband, and the question about the drink was not a question at all: She 
picked up a small tray with two glasses of champagne and walked up to me.

	"Thank you, dear." I took my glass and raised it towards her in the 
traditional salute. "I must say, it is the prettiest dinner dress I have 
ever seen. You look marvellous, Mary."

	"Well, thank you, sir. You don't look half bad yourself."

	When we had finished our drinks I sat down on my chair and ordered her to 
come up close. Unceremoniously I ran my hand from her knee to her soft inner 
thigh, and then on to her pussy. The tiny panties were delightfully damp, 
and when I rubbed them a little she willingly spread her feet to give me 
room. I leaned in and kissed the swell of her breasts and playfully slapped 
her ass.  "Dinner?"

	"Coming up, sir." She went back and forth from the stove a couple of times, 
and a fine risotto with a salad on the side was placed in front of me. Each 
time she came near me I let a hand exploit her scantily clad body. Finally 
she sat down and we started eating.

	"This might easily become an addiction. I can see why Roman emperors and 
nobility wanted half naked girls around their tables. It's a pity I can't 
see through wood."

	"Oh. You want to see my legs while we eat?"

	"No. I'd tell you to put a hand down those tiny panties and play with your 
pussy. Not of much use now as I wouldn't be able to see it."

	She smiled and got up from her chair. Still smiling she slid her hand down 
into the panties, and the thin material let me see clearly how she pushed 
her middle finger in to touch her clit. She made small, circular movements 
with it, and for a short moment she closed her eyes in pleasure.

	"Was this what you had in mind, sir?"

	"Lovely, lovely. Please sit down again, or I shall never get to finish this 
meal." A little later I said: "Tomorrow morning, when I have left for work, 
I want you to go downtown. There is a large furniture store, which imports 
Italian furniture. I want you to find and buy a new dinner table. One with a 
thick glass surface. Make sure that the glass does not distort the view, and 
make sure that they are willing to deliver it tomorrow."

	"That store is terribly expensive, you know that, don't you?"

	"The sight of your legs and your hips is worth the investment."

	"My, what a sweet compliment, Erik. I gather then, that you'll want me to 
dress for dinner like this, some other times?"

	"I most certainly do. But for now I shall settle for some hard nipples. 
Pinch them and play with them right now."

	She was incredibly willing to do anything I told her. The dessert was a 
fruit salad, and when I told her to sit on my knee and feed me with a fork, 
because I wanted to play with her pussy, she did it! She even grabbed a 
small towel and spread it over my knee before she sat down.

	"I do not want to ruin your fine suit," she said with a wicked smile. She 
was so sopping wet that she certainly would have ruined my trousers. When 
she was about to feed me a tiny piece of apple I interrupted her: "I think 
this bite could do with a drop of exotic dressing. Can you provide?" Once 
again she surprised me with her willingness. She bent her head and dipped 
the pice of apple in her wet pussy. Then she fed me with the fork and kissed 
me.

	For the first time since the early days of our marriage we went straight 
from dinner to bed, and to say we had a good fuck would be a gross 
understatement. Seconds before I fell asleep with Mary's head on my 
shoulder, I thought: "I wonder what's happening. None of this is of my 
doing. All I wanted was a little more interest in sex."

Chapter five.

	The hours up to 11 o'clock when Henny arrived had been very busy. After all 
we had been away all afternoon, Tuesday. At ten o'clock the managing 
director of production, who was my immediate boss, called to summon me to a 
meeting about the Johnston negotiations. I asked him to postpone it till a 
quarter past 11, as I wanted Henny to be present.

When she arrived, five minutes early, I barely got time to tell her where we 
had to go. She entered my office with her usual `good morning', then she 
turned round and closed the door. I noticed immediately that she wore a long 
skirt, but before I had time to think she came round to my side of the desk, 
lifted up the hem of her skirt and said: "Care for a wet feel?"

	Did I care? She was so wonderfully juicy  and good looking, that I really 
had to collect all my wits to get it said: We have to be at Peterson's 
office in ten minutes! Get proper, woman!"

	Her pearly, ringing laughter was so typical of her. "OK, boss, I guess it's 
the Johnston contract. I've got it here."

	Right on time we entered Peterson's office. Ordinarily he was quite an 
arrogant bastard, but the Johnston deal was so good, he forgot his arrogance 
and even uttered a few words of appraisal.

	"This is well done, Mr. Hansen. Seems like we could raise our profits 
considerably by upgrading your buying department. Any suggestions?"

	"Long term contracts like this one can be very favourable, if we can 
achieve the right conditions. But in order to take real advantage of the 
many bulk offerings on the market, I should need much better information on 
logistics, especially concerning stores. Like, which storerooms will be 
available for holding raw materials and pre-produced parts, and for how long 
time before production starts filling them up. It will demand at least 
monthly meetings with different sections, and I should need my secretary 
full time."

	"OK. Seems like you have given this some attention. How long time would you 
need to prove yourself?"

	"A few weeks to do some planning, and then I'd say six to eight months to 
make the raised profits turn up in accounting."

	"Sounds like a very sensible plan to me. About your secretary: Would you 
need a new and younger secretary working full time?"

	"Certainly not. Mrs. Dalby is very efficient, and she knows a lot about 
buying-techniques. I'd certainly prefer to have her full time."

	"OK, Mr. Hansen, I'll give it a try. You'll have two weeks plus 8 months to 
prove yourself. Consider Mrs. Dalby your full time secretary from this 
moment, and call me in two weeks when you have a plan for the meetings you 
shall need. Fine work on that Johnston contract."

	I have to admit that this was the most promising meeting I had had in all 
my time by the company. Henny was quite happy, too. She gave me a hug in the 
lift, going down to our own floor, and the minute we were back in my office 
she kissed me and said: "Are you sure you wouldn't rather have a new and 
younger secretary?"

	"And wait 6 years before I get to fuck her?"

	"Oh, Erik, you are such a hopeless romantic, aren't you?" She laughed 
again. "But I wouldn't like you to change."

	"Are you sure you want to be mine, full time?"

	"At the office there's nothing I want more. Outside the office: I sure want 
to be yours, part time, and I hope your passion will last for years."

	For the rest of the morning and for a couple of hours after lunch we caught 
up with the work at hand, and got started on the planning. At three o'clock 
she stopped at the computer and came round to me. "I want you to touch me, 
and then I want to show you something." I touched her all right, and she 
finished off by dipping a finger in her pussy and feed the glistening juice 
to my mouth.

	She opened the door to a small, narrow storeroom at the back of my office. 
"Nobody uses this room. See down there? That door opens to a corridor on the 
other side of the building. I'm sure the janitor can get me keys to these 
doors, and if we clean it out and refurnish a little, it could be our 
official archive and our unofficial fuck-room. You know, a wise fox has 
several exits, and no one should raise an eyebrow if you came back to your 
office from the archive, while I sneaked out the back door."

	"Wow, good thinking, Henny. I'd love for us to have a private fuck-room. 
How about an initiation ceremony right now?"

	"Silly man. Much as I'd love to, it's much too risky. Neither of us could 
afford the office gossip, if someone came into your office and we both 
should come out of the storeroom. If you write a note to the janitor that 
you claim the room for archives, he'll even do the clearing out and 
cleaning, and refurnish, as you want it. I'll take the note down to him as I 
leave."

	"God, Henny, you ARE a gem for a secretary  -  and a lovely hot woman, 
too."

	While I went about and closed office for the day, I couldn't help whistling 
to myself: `When you come to the end of a perfect day..'.

	On the way home in my car I slowly cleared all this sex from my mind and 
tried to focus on the upcoming meeting with dad, at five o'clock.

	At home I was met with a hug and a kiss, and with two eager hands pulling 
me towards the kitchen. Mary was almost dancing with joy.

	"Ta-ta. There it is! What do you think?"

	I had forgotten all about the new table, but there it was, and extremely 
elegant it was. And very see through. All stainless, matte steel and a glass 
plate close to two inches thick!

	"That is a very pretty table, and very classy," I said with a little fear 
in my voice. It looked like a million, which I certainly hoped it was not.

	"Never fear, dear. It WAS very expensive." (I think that woman has a 
built-in radar for my emotions) "But I did the nasty trick. I overplayed my 
feminine charms and flirted shamelessly with the owner. And finally I got 
him down to 1000 dollars.

	I think she overplayed her feminine charms with me, too. How on earth would 
you explain I could feel relieved that she had just paid 1000 dollars for a 
small dinner table! Mary sat down at one end of the table, and I most 
certainly could see everything. Not that she was dressed in any provocative 
way, but still I could see her dress, her knees, her...everything.

	It is a very, very fine table. You are as good a buyer as I am. And I'm 
sure you'll look just delicious in your special evening dress tonight!

	We had our coffee at the glass table. By the way, we sat on the chairs that 
went with the table: Four stainless steel things at a hundred and fifty 
dollars each. They were more comfortable than they looked, but they looked 
really great with the table. I told Mary about my attempt at expanding my 
branch, and that Henny had become my full time secretary. When I got up to 
go to my `office' to work a little overtime on the computer, Mary kissed me 
with enthusiasm and congratulated me.

	I did not have to wait long for dad.

	"Hi, son. Congratulations. I paid a little attention yesterday, and 
actually a very weak signal reached me while you were practicing. You may 
become very good at this."

	"Thank you. It's shutting out all other thoughts that give me the biggest 
problem. I find it a little easier to concentrate and to think harder."

	"Maybe because you haven't worn out your brain these last years..ha, ha."

	"Ha, ha, to you !"

	"Any success with your office lady?"

	"Absolutely. And you were right, she sure is hot."

	"Mmm. I knew. She spends a lot of time in the company of her right hand, 
you know. She only needed to have the direction changed."

	"She was delightful, and she's going to be more so in the near future. But 
say, how often do I have to refresh the focus of her mind?"

	"Tsk, tsk. Do you really know that little about women, or are you just 
being coy?"

	"I have to admit, I don't know much. Not much experience. You know that."

	"Yeah, I know. Partly my fault, isn't it?"

	"I don't know."

	"Well, boy. She will not need any refreshment. Once her passion has been 
directed to you it will stay, as long as you make sure you stoke her fires. 
Be attentative, cultivate her longings, and above all, never take her for 
granted. Keep her satisfied and horny at the same time, and she'll be there 
for you, not for the image you planted in her. You'll have to tamper with 
her mind, though, if you want to get rid of her, or if there is some 
specific kink you want. Think of Mary. The images you planted are gone now. 
She's horny for you. She's had a couple of wonderful fucks with you, and she 
just wants more. Have you noticed her attitude lately?"

	"Yes. She kind of calls me Sir, and all."

	"She wants you to take control. If you had done that 15 years ago she'd 
have been just as passionate."

	"I'm not sure I'm into that SM business at all."

	"That's not what she wants. She wants you to be a man and to be in charge. 
She wants to be swept off her feet, to be surprised, overwhelmed, shocked... 
you name it. She wants you!"

	There was a little break in the flow of his thoughts.

	"As you get better and better at this mind-control, I certainly hope that 
your confidence in yourself will grow. That's what you need most, and that's 
why I have wanted so much to get in contact with you. I feel it's my fault 
for getting myself killed."

	"You certainly have achieved a lot. I feel a lot better about myself than I 
did six months ago."

	"I see that, and it makes me happy, because I can see an end to this 
searching. I shall love to be able to relax and just be there if you call 
me."

	"What's your lesson for today?"

	"No lesson. A small test to see if your signal is gaining power, that's 
all. You are on the right track, and you know, 99% of this has to be of your 
own doing."

	I concentrated very hard on sending him a message, and after a few minutes 
he broke in and told me I was much better, that I should continue my 
exercises, and that he'd return sometime Sunday, when he could see I was 
alone. At last he wished me an exciting evening.

	"Mary is getting ready for a hot evening, and my only advice would be to 
exploit it. Be naughty and a bit dirty towards her, and she'll love you for 
it. Just give her the orders, and she'll take off from that. Good luck."  
And I was alone in my office again.

Chapter six.

	She looked ravishing when I entered the kitchen. If someone had told me six 
months ago, that I should see my wife at the stove, dressed in a see through 
corselet, red stockings and high heeled gold sandals, I'd have said he was 
crazy. But there she was, all curved legs and high ass because of the heels, 
and wavy hair hanging loose to her shoulders. When she turned round to 
welcome me, she revealed that she had also applied a very sexy make up. It 
also showed that her pussy was not naked, as I had believed when I saw her 
bare ass, it was covered in a G-string.

	"Hi, luv'. Dinner is ready in ten minutes."

	"Fine. You look great, Mary. I'll go and mix us a drink. You can take time 
to have a drink with me, can't you?"

	"Certainly, Sir. This will wait in the stove for as long as we wish."

	"Sit down, then. I shall make us two appropriate `Bloody Mary's."

	The new dinner table was a perfect idea. When I placed her drink in front 
of her I watched her legs through the glass. I leaned down to kiss her, and 
though she was wearing a discreet perfume, an unmistakable scent of horny 
pussy hit my nose. I sat down at the side of the table to be nearer the 
sight of her sexy body.

	"Cheerio, dear. I see the furniture shop was not your only stop in town. 
Looks great on you."

	"Cheers. Yes, I thought I'd like something special for our first dinner at 
the new table. I hoped you'd like it, Sir."

	"Oh, but I do. You look very erotic and a bit whorish. Lean back a little. 
I want to see your pussy."

	Immediately she leaned back and pushed her ass closer to the edge of the 
chair. That put her pussy on full display, plus the slightly darkened gusset 
of her G-string. She had to be deliciously wet. I went to the top drawer in 
the kitchen table and picked up a pair of scissors.

	"There you are. I want you to trim your pussy. You'll look a lot more sexy 
in that G-string, without long curls on the sides."

	"Oh, dear. I didn't give it a thought. Do you want me to do it right now? 
Here? In the kitchen?"

	"Sure. I want your pussy to look its best for our first dinner at the new 
table. I'll even brush off the snippets when you have finished doing it."

	"Yes, Sir, if that is your wish." She took a sip of her drink, pushed her 
chair backwards and put her left leg up on the seat. Her look of 
concentration, as she held her G-string to one side and snipped away with 
the scissors, was great. When she reached her lips it was clear to me that 
she was in a bit of trouble.

	"Erik, I can't very well do it all, this way. The chair makes me sit on 
it."

	I got up from my chair, lifted her out of her chair and put her down on a 
part of the kitchen table, which was free. Then I took the scissors from her 
hand and said: "You want me to do the rest, don't you?"

	"Oh, yes, please, that would be kind of you, Sir."

	"Spread wide, then."

	Deliberately I did the trimming in a very matter-of-fact way. No sexy 
touches. When I had finished, I brushed her off with my hand and later dried 
her off with a damp towel. I slapped her ass jokingly and helped her down 
from the table.

	"That's it, love. I really like your new look."

	"Mmmm. It feels good, too. I might go further and shave it one of these 
days, if you'd like that."

	"I'm sure I shall, but this is fine for now. Do you want a hand with the 
dinner?"

	"No, thank you. I'll get the plates ready now."

	"Fine. Then I'll sit down and enjoy the sight of your naughty ass and your 
trimmed cunt."

	I really enjoyed it. Every man ought to have his dinner served by a willing 
and well-shaped woman dressed this way. When she brought my plate and placed 
it in front of me I grabbed her pussy and fondled it. I turned a little on 
my chair so I could caress her soft thighs with one hand while I still 
rubbed her soaked G-string with the other. Then I pulled her G-string down 
her thighs, and while she supported herself on my shoulders, she lifted her 
legs one at a time so I could get it off.

	"Your cunt is lovely wet, dear. I think I've better go and get one of the 
small pillows from the sofa for you to sit on, or I'm sure you'll make your 
new chair greasy."

	"That's nice of you. But do you have to talk that naughty?"

	On my way to the sofa and back I thought of dad's advice: Naughty and 
dirty. Her last question was not a question at all, it was bait.

	"No, dear, I do not have to talk dirty, but I like it, and you look so 
lovely naughty and wicked that you make me want to do a lot of nasty things 
with you. Take that as a great compliment."

	"Yes, Sir, and thank you, Sir."

	She sat down on the pillow, and certainly it made it easier for her to put 
her pussy on display. When we had had a few sips of wine and a couple of 
bits of the dinner I said:

	"Please, pass the salt, and spread your legs."

	She handed me the salt, then she leaned back in the chair and spread her 
legs wide.

	"That looks great. If you push your plate a little to the right, I'm sure 
you can eat for a while with only your right hand, because I want you to 
play with that lovely, trimmed cunt."

	She blushed a little, but she did it anyway. First the plate a little to 
the right, and then her left hand down between her spread out thighs. I saw 
her middle finger push in between her lips and then move up to touch her 
clit. For a short moment she closed her eyes in ecstasy.

	"Open your eyes and look at me, while you do it. You have bought us this 
wonderful table, and now you must live it up to it. Show your husband that 
you love to perform for him. Right?"

	"Right. And I shall do it, I shall look at you. Only I wouldn't have bet a 
single penny on you liking it. It has been a fantasy of mine for years, to 
show off for you."

	"For me, or just to show off."

	"For...you, Sir."

	"Now, be honest, at least while you are dressed like my whore."

	"To be honest?  To show off. Mostly to show off for you, but sometimes also 
to strangers.... God, Erik, you make me say these terrible things, and I get 
so wonderfully horny."

	"Your cunt is nice and wet?"

	"No, it's wickedly sopping wet."

	"Rub it, now. Rub it and make yourself come. For me."

	It was such a decadent thing to do: To continue eating little bits and 
taking sips of my wine, looking through the glass table at her fingers 
working in her cunt. Every time I looked up into her eyes it was almost as 
if it gave her an extra kick. She would groan and pant, and finally she 
exploded in a violent orgasm. She was unable to control her movements, and 
her right hand hit her wineglass and pushed it to the floor. Her thighs 
quivered, and she rocked her ass violently on the seat.

	I got out of my chair and went up to her. Quickly I lifted her out of the 
chair and lowered her to the floor. While the last contractions ran through 
her I unzipped my fly, pulled out my very hard cock and pushed it into her 
in one violent push. I grabbed her wrists and held them down above her head, 
and then I fucked her hard and fast, without any finesse at all. It was very 
erotic that I couldn't feel her skin anywhere. The only place we had naked 
contact was cock in pussy.

	Mary loved it, at least that was what she screamed! She had hardly come 
down from her self-induced orgasm when her next one started to build. The 
harder I slammed into her, the wilder she thrashed under me, and the louder 
she groaned and screamed. My wild fucking pushed her across the kitchen 
floor. When her head hit the kitchen table I had to let go of her hands so 
she could use them to hold  herself off the table.

	At last I heard and felt her come again. "Oh, my God, Erik, I love it, I 
love it," she screamed, and when her cunt contracted violently around my 
cock, I came too. God, she had turned into a wonderful fuck in these few 
days.

	It took us a few minutes to calm down. A few minutes spent kissing and 
caressing. Finally we got up from the floor. She looked at me like I had 
never seen her do it before. There was love and passion and abandon in her 
eyes, and I told her how much I liked my `new Mary'. We left the kitchen as 
it was and spent the rest of the evening and night in bed.


Chapter seven.

	Days passed in a blur. At times I felt like I was passenger on a bus, which 
had lost the brakes. Mary and Henny kept me pretty busy, especially after 
the `archive' was finished the following Wednesday; on the other hand I 
worked very hard with dad and his exercises. He really was an excellent 
teacher and a nice guy. Actually I thought one day: "I wish I had had him 
for a father."

	"I read that, my boy, and thank you for the compliment! You know, that was 
what I had in mind when I wanted so much to get in contact with you."

	A couple of days before the scheduled meeting with Mr. Peterson, Mary and I 
had had a very lovely session in our bed. We fell asleep, Mary with her head 
on my shoulder, but later in the night I woke up. For a while I just enjoyed 
the heavy cloud of happiness and satisfaction, which was hanging in the 
room; Mary's steady breathing, and my own sense of contentment, which was so 
new to me.

	I could feel that I was not going to fall asleep right away, so for 
exercise I gathered my wits and sent out a message to dad. It was a great 
surprise that a minute later he was there.

	"Congratulations, son," he `said'. "I received that message, and I was not 
at all thinking of you. You really have advanced a lot faster than I thought 
possible."

	"Thank you. I have worked hard on it, though, that may be the reason."

	"Yes, I have followed you now and then, but your hard work has paid off, 
plus you must have abilities far beyond average. By the way: Why did you 
summon me?"

	"Not for any special reason, dad. I was just feeling happy, and I thought 
you ought to know. So I tried. Hope I didn't disturb you in anything 
important."

	"No, no. Never fear that. I'm ready any time. But I have to admit one 
thing, though."

	"What's that?"

	"I wish you wouldn't call me when you're naked with that lovely, horny 
woman you've got there."

	"Oh, why?"

	"She's sending out such strong emotions through you, that this dirty old 
man gets quite improper feelings of his own. It might make you jealous, if 
you are so inclined. There, now you know it."

	"Ha, ha. Stirring earthly longings in you? Well, I'm not the jealous type, 
at least not any more. I guess my growing confidence is responsible for 
that. But if she distracts you too much I can go down into the living room. 
I want to talk a little more, now that you're here."

	"That would be a good idea."

	I managed to get out of bed without waking up Mary, and from the big 
armchair I told him: "I think I shall need some advice, if you'd say I'm 
getting closer to control on the distance."

	"You are. I'd even say you could do it now. At least you could try."

	"How would I go about it?"

	"If it's about women, you try to do exactly what you have done up till now, 
only you don't need physical contact any more. The rules and technique are 
the same."

	"I get that. And I shall try. But what if I want to influence people to 
give me certain specific advantages? What then?"

	"Use words, combined with pictures, but use them in such a way that your 
victim will feel, it is his own idea. Let me give you an example, even if it 
is still premature: If you want to get something out of your new actions in 
the company, you should wait until your results turn up in accounts. Then 
you plant images of yourself in Mr. Peterson's mind, plus words like 
`bonus', `raise', `deserve', etc.  That way he will think it's his own idea 
that you deserve part of the profit, you have created for the company. Do 
you get that?"

	"Oh, yes. If he thinks the idea is his own, I'm much more likely to get 
it."

	"Right. As you get better at it, there are almost no limits to what you can 
do, but I should volunteer some advice."

	"Sure, any advice is welcome. I'm new to this, you know."

	"OK. Never bite off a bigger chunk than you can chew. You might easily 
influence the chairman of the board to make you managing director, but it 
wouldn't last long, because you are not qualified. Right?"

	"Right!"

	"If your company owns a house you'd like to buy, it would be a piece of 
cake to make them sell it to you at 25 percent of the value. But you'd get 
tax authorities at your heels, whereas if you make them sell it to you at, 
say 70 percent, you'd still get a lovely bargain, and no one would raise an 
eyebrow. Get the idea?"

	"Sure. Sounds very sensible."

	"Remember, this is your dad talking, not your mind-control-instructor. Your 
possibilities are almost limitless, but you would not want the rest of your 
life to be a roller coaster ride. You are too old for that. Use the gift to 
give your clouds, not a silver lining but a gold or platinum lining."

	"Thank you for the advice. You know, I might have plunged head on into 
something that might be too much. I'm grateful for that."

	"You're welcome, son. Keep practicing, it will increase the speed you can 
operate on, and your distance will increase. Call me if you have any 
questions or advice to ask, or if you just want a cosy chat. And now, get 
back behind that lovely ass you've got upstairs."

	Mary was fast asleep when I returned. I stood by the bed for a little while 
and enjoyed the sight of her naked body. I wondered how that woman could 
harbour so many horny and kinky desires. I wondered for a short moment how I 
would have handled it, if I had known 20 years ago. Then I gave up, climbed 
back on the bed and snuggled up behind her like a spoon, and soon I was back 
to sleep.

Chapter eight.

	Wednesday morning. The scheduled meeting with Mr. Peterson was for 10 
o'clock. Henny was gathering papers and copying a few, when I noticed her 
longish skirt. Ah, no panties.

	I went up behind her, put my arms round her from behind and kissed her 
neck. "If this meeting is just halfway a success, I think we need to 
schedule another meeting in our `archive'. I have a burning lust to find 
out, if that skirt has the length that indicates what I want to find under 
it."

	She laughed and pushed her ass against me. "I haven't the faintest idea, 
what you want to find, and if I may say so myself, I think my skirt is long 
and proper, sir. Should I consider this to be a sexual harassment?"

	"As long as you leave the pressing of charges to me, you may consider it to 
be."

	"Well, thank you, Sir, in that case I shall schedule our conference for 11 
o'clock. Will that suit you?"

	"I can hardly wait."

	The meeting with Mr. Peterson went very well. He authorised any kind of 
information I might want from the other departments, I was given permission 
to call for meetings between departments, and at last he even congratulated 
us on the planning.

	"Do you have any wishes to add, Mr. Hansen?"

	"Well, I have missed a couple of possibly fine shipments during these last 
2 weeks. Bulk offers which were sold, before samples could reach us by mail. 
If I had been able to go there myself we might have made a couple of fine 
deals."

	"Do I read you like this: You'd like a travel-account to make it possible 
to go on short notice?"

	"Yes, actually. You probably know very well how long time an application 
for an airplane ticket may take to get through our bureaucracy."

	"Oh, dear, do I know. I shall tell `communications' that for this trial 
period you are allowed immediate air travel within Europe. Will that 
suffice?"

	"Certainly."

	"OK. You've got it, and I trust you to balance expenditure with the 
benefit."

	Back to the office. On the way I just managed to be thankful that I had 
followed dad's advice, not to use mind control, yet. Then I was torn back to 
present times by Henny. In the lift she pressed herself close to me and 
whispered: "That means a `conference' in the archive, doesn't it?"

	"You bet!"

	We had only just closed the outer door to my office when Henny turned 
towards me, lifted up the hem of her skirt to show me her stockings and 
suspenders, plus a novelty for her: A smooth, shaved pussy.

	"I want you to take me in there, and just fuck me right away. I've been 
horny for two days, and I'm in no need for foreplay."

	From the janitor Henny had solicited an old, very solid table. She had made 
him cut the legs down to her size, almost the same height as her kitchen 
table. Unceremoniously she jumped up on it, while I loosened my pants, then 
she spread her lovely legs as wide as they would go and groaned: "Fuck me."

	I bent down with the intention of having a nice taste of her naked pussy, 
but she grabbed my hair and pulled me up. "I said fuck me. Just put it in 
and fuck me. You can suck it when you have fucked me, if you want." God, I 
loved it when she was so rude.

	"OK, take it, then, and put it in. I shall damn well fuck you!"

	My cock had not reached full hardness when I entered her, but that was 
remedied very fast. Her cunt was delicious. Dripping wet, very hot, and very 
tight. When she clenched my cock with that hot cunt, I grew to full size and 
hardness in a couple of seconds. When I hit bottom the first time she 
groaned: "Aaahhh, that's good, God, I love it. Shit, I could cut it off and 
keep it up there forever."

	When we equipped the archive we had spent some time on that table, and had 
had a lot of fun out of it. With carefully measured distance a lamp and a 
hook for the waste bag  was screwed into the edge of the table. Now Henny 
spread a little wider and hooked her feet behind these items. She looked 
very vulgar in this position, and she knew it, and she enjoyed it. On top of 
that, it made it possible for me to fuck hard and deep into her. Which she 
also enjoyed.

	"AAhhhh. You are making me so lovely sore up there, Erik. Oohhh." It was 
furious, violent and fast! After only a few minutes I grabbed her hips and 
pulled her hard against me, while I started coming. When she felt me shaking 
and pumping against her it triggered her own orgasm, and she exploded with a 
deep groan. "Yessss, yesss," she panted into my ear, "Ohhh, it's so good. It 
just goes on! Aaaahhhhhh."

	With a long sigh, like a wheel loosing air, the tension and the 
contractions stopped, and I pulled out my dripping cock. I kissed her, and 
then I grabbed a Kleenex from the box Henny had placed strategically on the 
table, dried my cock off and pulled up my pants. All through this Henny 
maintained her vulgarly spread position.

	"Didn't you want to lick it? I shaved it for you, you know."

	She was such a nasty sight! Her cunt was very open, her shaved lips 
glistened with juice, and a small treacle of grey sperm seeped out of her.

	"Oh, what the hell, if she can eat it, I won't die from a few drops on my 
tongue," I thought. I pulled a chair up in front of her and sat down. I 
rubbed my cheeks against the tops of her stockings. I don't know why, but 
those stockings never cease to fascinate me. Then I licked her thighs, 
alternating between left and right, and at last I kissed her mons and licked 
it. When my tongue worked its way towards her crack she seemed to come 
alive, and when I touched her clit with the tip, and then moved down towards 
her vagina, she groaned and rocked her cunt against me. The taste was not so 
bad. Slightly salty, I'd say, and mixed with her abundant juice it was 
downright delicious!

	"Oh, this is nasty," she groaned. Her voice was trembling when she said: 
"Oh, my God, you are eating your come out of me! That is soooo perverse! 
I've dreamed of that for years!... God, I'm coming again. I'm coming. Yesss, 
suck it, you nasty you. Oooooohh." Quickly I pushed two fingers up her cunt 
and sucked her clit into my mouth. She pulled her feet out of the supports 
and clamped her trembling thighs round my cheeks, and her cunt really 
massaged my two fingers.

	Gradually she came down from Mount Everest. I pulled my fingers out, and 
her legs slumped down on my shoulders. When I lifted my head from her cunt 
and looked up, I was met with two starlit eyes and a happy, content smile. I 
pushed the chair back and lifted her off the table. We kissed, and for a 
moment we just stood there, arms around each other.

	"That was the nastiest, Erik! You wouldn't know how much I loved it."

	"I'd say you painted a pretty lifelike picture, Henny. By the way: I love 
your shaved pussy."

	"That's good. I did it for you, you know."

	"What about your husband, did he mind?"

	"He hasn't seen it yet. I wanted you to be the premiere. But he's coming 
home tonight, so I can tell you tomorrow."

	"Oh, he's going to stay at home for a while, now?"

	"Bloody, no. He's leaving again Friday."

	"Will you do something really nasty for me?"

	"I promise you, if you'll do what you did today, just once or twice a 
month, I'll do anything for you. Even nasty stuff."

	"If you liked me sucking my sperm out of your cunt, I'm sure you'll like 
this one, too."

	"OK, what?"

	"Can you come to work half an hour early on Friday?"

	"Sure. No problem."

	"I want you to seduce your husband to a farewell morning-fuck, then you put 
on a pair of tight plastic or rubber panties, to keep it all in there, and 
bring me your filled cunt for a morning fuck in the archive."

	"Oh, my God, NO, no, yes, yessss....you nasty, crazy man. THAT is wild."

	"Will you do it?"

	"Will I do it? The pope couldn't stop me! Oh, God, the more I think of it, 
the hornier I get. Yes, of course I'll do it."

	"Good, I'll be half an hour early, too, so we'll have a little time to 
ourselves.  But for now, we'll have to get some work done."

	"Right, nasty Sir."


Chapter nine.

	I have to admit, that so far this day had been a real boost to my ego. What 
had happened on the job could only be described as a major break through; 
and I had not even used mind control, yet! If I may say so, I also had 
reason for being just a little proud of my success with Mary and Henny. 
After all, the images I had planted in their minds were long gone, and yet 
both of them seemed to be developing more and more advanced desires.

	The idea came to me as I was driving home. I turned off at the next exit 
and drove back downtown. I had decided to take Mary one step further, and I 
entered an adult bookshop with the intention to buy cuffs for her wrists and 
ankles. Suddenly it dawned upon me that this would be a perfect place for a 
first test-run on `remote control'. This guy would probably never see me 
again; at least it was of my own choosing whether he should or not.

	I went up to the shelves with porn videos. For a little while I 
concentrated hard on forming the images of soft leather cuffs, and when I 
was ready I directed them, together with a diffuse image of myself, to the 
young salesman. Once they were sent, I turned back to the videos.

	"Can I help you, Sir?" The young guy looked eager to serve.

	"I'm just browsing."

	"Maybe I could call your attention to some very fine cuffs, we have just 
acquired from Italy. They are very luxurious. A bit expensive, I have to 
admit, but since you are the first person I show them to, I might offer you 
a special price?"

	My God, it was working! How the hell would he know what I was here for, if 
it was not through the mind control?

	"OK, show me. I just might get interested."

	The cuffs were absolutely gorgeous. Not only were they beautiful, almost 
like jewellery, but also they were extremely comfortable, made of the 
softest black leather with a purple velvet lining. Each cuff had two steel 
rings for fastening ropes or chains. I ended up purchasing four cuffs, plus 
half a metre of very light chain with hooks on each end. He sold me all of 
it for 50 dollars.
When I was about to leave, he even threw in a small zippered `leather' bag, 
which would hold it all.

	"Welcome home, dear. Did you have a nice day?"

	God, that wife of mine had sex written all over her! These last few days 
she had received me in the same dress: A long, very loose and roomy design, 
which looked so damn sexy anyway, because it was made of shiny, clinging, 
pale blue silk; or maybe it was some kind of nylon, how would I know. But I 
knew that, like the other days, she would be naked under it, except for stay 
up stockings.

	"You bet it was a good day. I have a lot to tell you." I kissed her warmly.

	"How exciting. I've put the whisky and a couple of glasses on the terrace. 
Go and relax for five minutes, and I'll be out with two cappuccinos."

	"Thank you, love. You're so nice to come home to."

	Five minutes with your eyes closed, relaxing in the evening sun, should be 
listed on the bill of human rights. Add to that a sexy wife placing two cups 
of cappuccino on the table! She noticed the small `leather' bag, which I had 
placed on the table.

	"Hey, what's that? Something for me?"

	"Sure, but you'll have to wait a little."

	I poured our whiskeys, and while we enjoyed the sweet coffee and the 
whisky, I told her about my meeting with Mr. Peterson, my extended authority 
and the travel arrangement.

	"But that's wonderful, darling. They are finally beginning to appreciate 
you!" She jumped out of her chair and knelt in front of me, grabbed my face 
between her hands and kissed me. "Congratulations!"

	"Thank you. And now for the present. It's for you, but it is also kind of a 
celebration gift to myself."

	I opened the little bag and pulled out two of the cuffs. While she was 
still on her knees in front of me, I fastened them to her wrists. She looked 
a little puzzled, first at the cuffs and then at me.

	"They are very pretty. Tell me, are they what I think they are?"

	"Easy, dear. Go back to your chair, and you'll soon know."

	Now it was my turn to kneel in front of her. As I fastened the last two 
cuffs to her ankles, the expression on her face showed that she knew, and 
when I fastened the chain between the ankle cuffs she looked downright 
horny.

	"Oh, Erik. That is VERY sexy. Do you think I can walk with these on?"

	"Slaves and chain-gangs can, so why shouldn't you? But I'm sure you can't 
run away from me!"

	"Why would I want to do that? Help me up, I want to try."

	She was a damn sexy sight. The chain rattled against the tiles, her 
movements were stiff and a little abrupt, which made her tits jiggle in a 
most interesting way. I sat down again, enjoying the sight.

	"I think you'll look even better without that dress on. Come over here."

	"What if the neighbours are looking," she asked while she walked towards 
me.

	"They wouldn't even get a peek of your tits, if they were. Unless, of 
course, they climbed a ladder. And if they did, I'm sure Hanne would become 
envious. Her tits are nothing compared to yours."

	I had counted on pulling off her dress, myself, but as she came closer she 
grabbed the hem and pulled it over her head with a very sexy movement. Then 
she took the last two steps until she was standing between my legs, naked 
except for stockings and cuffs.

	"Do you think they are prettier than Hanne's?"

	"Being coy? You know very well that they are prettier, firmer, bigger, and 
better." I placed my hands on them. A nice handful! "In fact so much better, 
that I shall propose a late dinner."

	"If that is your wish, Sir, it will be a late dinner."

	"I want you to go and lie down on our bed, while I pick up some flag line 
from the garage and lock the doors. Be careful when you climb the stairs, I 
would hate to see you fall."

	When I came upstairs with the soft, strong line, she was lying on her back 
on the bed. I bent down and kissed her, and then I opened the doors of the 
`French balcony'. Noises from the neighbourhood came into the room. A 
lawnmower, cars starting or stopping, kids laughing and playing, a barking 
dog.

	"This is such a luxury, darling. All around us people are busy, the way 
they always are at this time of the day, and I'm preparing to tie up my sexy 
wife and use her to my heart's desire, and for the longest time."

	"Oh, Erik, how I love you. I'm sure that if only the other husbands would 
do something similar, there'd be a bundle of happier wives around here."

	I decided then and there to take my time. Slowly I undressed, and I spent 
quite some time cutting lines to the right lengths, and then tie them to the 
four corners of the bed. All the time Mary followed my every movement with 
eager eyes. When I reached out for her left hand, she willingly lifted her 
arm and placed it in my hand. I threaded the soft line through one of the 
steel rings and tied it with a double knot. When I moved to the other side 
of the bed, her hand was already in the right position. I was careful not to 
tighten the line too hard. I wanted her to be able to move her arms a 
little, so she'd be comfortable.

	"Let's see how much you'll be able to defend yourself."

	She pulled hard at the ropes, but she couldn't get her hands anywhere near 
her shoulders. "Not much I can do now, is there?"

	"No."

	I unhooked the chain from her ankles and placed it across her belly. I tied 
the ropes to her ankle cuffs a lot shorter than to her hands. Her legs were 
spread very wide, now, and she couldn't move them together. She looked 
wonderfully vulnerable, and in spite of that, or maybe because of that, I 
saw the first droplets of juice seep out of her.

	From the battery of bottles on her dresser I picked a small bottle of 
lavender oil. As far as I remembered, it had a nice smell, and you don't 
need a lot of it to make your hands slip and slide on the skin. I then 
straddled her hips and held the bottle above her chest. Looking into her 
eyes I let a few drops fall between her breasts, and while I put the cork 
back in, I said: "This time I'm going to let my hands enjoy your body for as 
long as they like. You are a fine looking woman, Mary."

	"Thank you, Sir, but I'm not sure I can take it for very long. I have been 
quite horny this afternoon."

	"You see, dear, that's the point: You can't do anything about it!" I wet my 
hands in the oil and started with her breasts. They were so soft and 
delicious, and I hadn't caressed them for very long before her nipples were 
standing hard and proud. Over the next 15 minutes I took good care of her 
neck, her arms and shoulders, even her forehead and cheeks. I also tickled 
her ears with fingers and tongue, and returned to her breasts.

	While I uncorked the bottle, I got down between her legs and found a 
comfortable position on my knees. A thin trail of oil followed my movement, 
and when I recorked the bottle there would be plenty of oil for her belly 
and thighs.

	"Close your eyes, dear. I want you to let your fantasies free. While I 
massage your belly, your thighs and your pussy, you must be open to any kind 
of horny fantasy, which may enter your head."

	"Yes, I shall do that, if that's what you want. I'm already so horny I feel 
like exploding."

	"Very good, that's what I like."

	It was terribly exciting to massage her this way. Her belly was lovely, and 
for a long time I alternated between her belly and thighs, with small 
detours to her pussy. I would masturbate her for a little while, but if I 
felt she was getting close to an orgasm, I would return to belly or thighs.


Chapter 10.

	When all of her body was smooth with oil, and smelled sweet and strongly of 
lavender, I finally laid down beside her. While I pressed my body against 
her my hand roamed her treasures, and I kissed her the longest time, her 
mouth, her eyes, her ears and her throat. Once more I brought her to the 
brink of an orgasm.

	"Erik, you are so cruel! Please, let me come. Please. I can't wait any 
longer." She was shaking all over, and her voice sounded almost as if she 
was in pain.

	"Just a few seconds, dear." I rolled on top of her and slid my hard cock 
inside.

	"Ohhhhhh, yesss, eeeeiiiii, it's great. Oh, you feel so good inside me." 
Her voice had an almost crying quality, and she humped her cunt up and down 
to meet me. I rolled off her again.

	"Nooo, NO! Erik. It feels so empty. Don't do that to me! Erik, please!"

	I reached down and started masturbating her clit. With a finger on each 
side I rubbed her up and down, while I kissed and sucked and bit her right 
breast. This time she reached the brink of explosion very fast, but I 
continued.

	As her panting and groaning became more intense I whispered into her ear: 
"Remember, the balcony doors are open. You can't scream like you sometimes 
do. Keep it quiet."

	She choked her scream as best she could, but she could not help thrashing 
in her ropes. She was such a wonderful sight, and I think it must have been 
her strongest orgasm ever. At least I had never seen her react so strongly. 
When she had crossed the peak I stopped masturbating her, but instead I 
massaged her mons, her belly and her thighs while she gradually calmed down.

	"Oh, my God, Erik. If I could, I'd throw my arms around you and kiss you. 
This was so gorgeous that I hardly have words. Those cuffs were a perfect 
idea."

	"What do you mean: Were?  They ARE a perfect idea. This was only the 
beginning, my dear wife. Now I want some serious fucking. We are very far 
from finished."

	For the next hour and a half I fucked her every way my imagination could 
come up with. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass, her breasts. Mary came three 
more times, and I filled her up twice. Finally, around half past eight, we 
were back down in the kitchen. I had ordered her to let the cuffs stay on, 
as her only item of `clothing' apart from her stockings. She slumped down in 
her chair at the end of the glass table.

	"Phew, Erik. I have never, ever been so fucked out in my life. This is 
better than anything I could have imagined! Can you see my pussy?" She 
spread her legs a little wider. "Does it look as battered as it feels?"

	"It looks red and greasy, and it is seeping juice and sperm down into the 
yellow cushion."

	"Great, because that is how it feels. Oooh, you were so good, Erik. Never 
better. And I love you more than ever. But there is absolutely no energy 
left in me. You'll have to fend for yourself if you want supper."

	Out of what I could find in the fridge and the freezer I made us a light 
supper, crushed avocado, plenty of scrimp, a couple of hardboiled eggs, 
lemon and a piece of bread. A protein `bomb'. Just what we needed.

	"I have a proposition, Mary."

	"What now. More ideas?"

	"In a way, yes. Did you do what I told you? Let your imagination run free?"

	"Mmmm, I did. Yummy."

	"I should like us to make three envelopes each. In each note we describe a 
fantasy, a yearning, a lust, which we should like to try. Today we have done 
one of mine, so next time we use the cuffs, I'll draw one of yours, and then 
do what I can to carry it out. Next time you take one of mine, etc. How does 
that sound to you?"

	"Wow. Exciting. But I'm not quite sure I can do it."

	"Why not?"

	"How about it, if you think my fantasy is too much?"

	"I'll promise you to do my best to carry it out. Plus, I really don't think 
you can shock me that much. I am rather horny myself, you know."

	"I can attest happily to that, dear, thank God."

	"OK. Do we have a deal? Three fantasies ready for Saturday?"

	"Deal. I think it's a good idea to say Saturday. Gives me a few days to 
think. By the way; what do I do now? Do you want me to dress properly, or do 
I spend the rest of the evening like this?"

	"Like this, dear. I may have had all the pussy I can handle for tonight, 
but I still think you are a fine sight for sore eyes. But you could do me 
one favour."

	"Tell."

	"When we go into the living room I want you to put that yellow cushion into 
a pillow-sheet. I should like to fall asleep tonight with those lovely 
smells in my nostrils."

	"God, you are naughty!"


Chapter 11.

	Thursday morning I left a little early, because I wanted a few minutes with 
dad. I turned into a rest area, stopped the car, and concentrated hard. 
Sure, a minute later he was there.

	"Did I disturb you?"

	"Not at all. I already told you that. Can I help you?"

	"I don't know if you can, dad."

	I told him about the success with the shop assistant, which made him 
chuckle. "So what's your problem?"

	"I'm a little out of ideas, to tell you the truth. I have decided to follow 
your advice and wait, until profits start turning up at the company, so I'd 
sure appreciate a few ideas on how to use my new ability until then."

	"Like I told you, there's almost no limit, son. Keep your eyes open and 
follow your wishes. Which directions are you contemplating?"

	"Well, I'd like to put a few more eggs in my basket, for one. As you 
probably know I'm not in need. Our savings account is fairly comfortable. 
But a little more will always be welcome."

	"Of course it will. I'd advice you to start out getting yourself some good 
bargains, that's easier. People are always more on the alert, when they come 
to the point of actually handing out cash.  I know, that your pretty wife 
wants another car, and I think she deserves it. The one she's got now is 
ready for the scrap-yard. You could easily get a fine, almost new luxury 
car, at about half price. Wait a second."

	I was alone for a few minutes. I had just wondered a little about his 
extraordinary interest in Mary, when he was back.

	"There is a Fiat dealer close to your office. He's got a perfect, very sexy 
Alfa Romeo two-seater convertible, only three months old, for 30.000 
dollars. (Here, my dear reader, I have to mention that in Denmark cars are 
so heavily taxed, that we pay for three when we get one!)  I'm sure you can 
persuade him to sell it to you at half price, cash. Send him a few images of 
rainy, Danish summers, and words like `get rid of', `too special', `half 
price' - and you'll see him melt."

	"Are you sure Mary will like such a car?"

	"Am I sure? Let me tell you something, son. A woman would never buy a car 
like that! But if she gets it as a present, she'll love you to death. It is 
sexy, it will make her feel 20 again, and she'll see you as a daring and 
self-assured man."

	"OK, ok, I get you. I don't know much about women, do I?"

	"To tell you the truth: No."

	"How come, by the way, that you are SO interested in Mary? It wouldn't be 
because she was naked with me the other night, would it? Dirty old man!"

	"Hm. Caught in the act. Yes, I have to admit she called my attention, 
through you."

	"You keep your dirty mind out of her! Right?"

	"Sure. Promise. And even if I wanted to, I couldn't. She has absolutely no 
idea of the afterlife, and she couldn't receive an elephant, if it tried to 
enter her mind."

	"But you can, through me?"

	"Sure!"

	"Dad, you haven't got a body! What kind of pleasure could that give to you? 
Even if I was willing to help you."

	"For once I haven't got an answer, son. But there is a guy up here who 
brags, that his son took him to a whorehouse many times, 200 years ago. I 
could ask him. But please, no whorehouse. The son died of Syphilis."

	"You sound terribly eager. OK, you find out how they did it, and I'll think 
it over. I'll run off, now, maybe I can catch the Fiat dealer before office 
hours."

	"Good idea. Call Henny and tell her, you may be delayed a few minutes."

	Wow, the old man was right. That Alfa Romeo WAS a sexy car. I had trouble 
keeping up a poker face, feeding him negative images and words. He squirmed 
like a salmon on the hook, because at 30.000 it was a good deal, but at last 
I took out my checkbook and said: "15.000 cash. That's my last offer, if you 
can have it registered to my wife by noon."

	"Oh, all right. You sure drive a hard bargain, Sir. By noon, in your wife's 
name?"

	"Yes. I'll pick it up shortly after 12."

	It was a fairly ordinary morning at the office. I asked Henny for a favour: 
That she'd drive me to the Fiat dealer, first thing during lunch break, and 
take my car back to the company parking lot. At ten I called Mary and told 
her to be ready in our front garden at half past twelve.

	"What for?"

	"You'll see. Sorry, I'm busy. Bye."

	At twelve Henny rolled us out of the parking lot, and I directed her to the 
Fiat dealer.

	"Wow, are you going to have a new car?"

	"No, it's for Mary. The one she's got is ready for the scrap heap."

	When we stopped in front of the dealer's office, the Alfa was ready right 
there.

	"Is THAT the one?"

	"Yes."

	"Oh, my. What has she done to you?"

	"Well, little favours."

	"I should say so. Wow, it's sexy."

	I told her I'd be back a little after one o'clock, picked up the keys and 
the papers, and said my good byes to a sour looking dealer, who apparently 
regretted the sale.

	What a car! No only sexy, but very powerful, inviting me to some fast 
driving. It turned corners like on rails, and even the animalistic sound of 
the engine added to its sexy feeling. Five minutes earlier than expected I 
stopped with screeching wheels in front of our house. Mary was there, in a 
chair in our front garden. I jumped out and went up to her.

	"Hi."

	"Hi. What's that? Are you going to buy a new car?"

	"I already bought it."

	"Why? Your Toyota is fairly new."

	"Right. But this one is not for me. It's for you." I handed her the keys. 
"A sexy car for a sexy wife." I kissed her.

	She ran out into the street. When I got out there, she was dancing round 
the car, running her hands all over it.

	"Erik, Erik! It's beautiful! I love it! I love you! Eeeoowww! I can't 
believe it! Do you think I can drive it?"

	"You'll get to try it, right now. You have to take me back to the office 
straight away. Come on."

	I jumped into the passenger seat, took a minute to show her, where it was 
different from her present VolksWagen, and issued a last warning:

	"It's very powerful, Mary. Go a little easy the first few miles!" She did 
so for a little while, but when she had turned 4 corners she stepped on it! 
I cannot say I was afraid, for she turned out to be an excellent driver, 
much better than her old VolksWagen had allowed her to show, and faster than 
ever we rolled onto the company parking lot. She let go of the wheel, threw 
her arms round my neck and kissed me, eagerly.

	"Erik, what a wonderful gift. It's not even my birthday! God, I love it. 
I'm going to take it for the longest spin right now. You may hope for me to 
be back when you get home."

	"That's a good idea, dear. I think you should go back home, first. You'll 
need your licence, and your credit card to buy petrol."

	"I will, I will. I love you. Bye, bye." With flying hair and the speed of 
Michael Schumacher she took off.


Chapter twelve.

	I grabbed a couple of sandwiches from the cafeteria and was back in office 
right on time.

	"Hi. Here are you keys. What was all that about? You make me curious."

	"Mary's old VolksWagen has had it. I thought she'd like a new car."

	"Even if you had a new VolksWagen you'd be happy to get one like that! But 
I never suspected that Mary would want an Alfa Romeo."

	It dawned upon me, that Henny had not met Mary since last year's Christmas 
party. At that time she sure did not look like an Alfa woman. Well, for that 
matter, I did not look like a womanising mind-controller, either!

	"Well, you know. When the last kid moves out, it does something to a 
woman."

	"I wouldn't know. I never had kids."

	"Well, I don't know how to explain it. Something like `momma moves out' and 
`the woman' moves back in. Does that sound sensible?"

	"It sure does. Lucky you! I've seen so many of my friends transform from 
lovely women into mousy mommas, and most of them never go back, even when 
the kids move out."

	"I do think Mary is on the move. We'll se. Give her some time."

	"I wish I could inspire Claus to give me an Alfa Romeo."

	"Talking of Claus. How did he react to your shaved pussy?"

	"Very enthusiastically, thank you. He's convinced I did it for him."

	"Then you'll have no trouble about our date for tomorrow? That is, if 
you're still up to it."

	"You bet I'm up to it. The more I've thought about it, the nastier I think 
it is. Could we make it even nastier?"

	"Maybe. How?"

	"If you could bring me your cock, tasting of Mary's pussy, I'd suck it 
clean."

	"Wow, that would make it nastier, all right. A double cheat! I'll see what 
I can do."

	There were no visits to the archive that Thursday. Claus had been quite 
eager last night, and we also had a lot of work to do. Meetings were 
scheduled with stores, sales and different production units, and I even 
called for a short meeting, Friday at one, for a general information with 
all departments present.

	When I got home the old VolksWagen was in the garage, and the Alfa was 
nowhere to be seen. I made coffee and took it to the terrace with the 
whisky. I had only just poured one of each, when I heard the Alfa in the 
driveway. A minute later Mary was with me. Her cheeks were red, her eyes 
shining, and her hair blown into wild disarray. She jumped into my lap and 
started kissing me, fast and hard, and a million times.

	"Erik. You wouldn't believe how wonderful it is. I'm still all bubbly 
inside. How on earth did you get that divine idea?"

	"I knew you'd need a new car before long. You've changed so much this 
summer, and I love my new, hot wife so much, that I thought another 
VolksWagen would be most improper. You're no VolksWagen woman any more."

	"Ha, ha. You could say that. But this car is downright sexy, and maybe too 
young for me. Not that I don't love it. I do!"

	"You're downright sexy, yourself! And you're a lot younger than you were 10 
years ago. You even look it!"

	"My, are you a flatterer! Keep it up, dear. That one just earned you a 
dinner invitation, right now."

	"You are not going to cook dinner right now?"

	"Ha!  I feel like anything but a cook, right now! No, my dear, I'm going to 
take you to that small gourmet restaurant 50 miles up the coast, which we 
happened upon two years ago. I stopped by and booked a table for two, 
overlooking the ocean. Finish your coffee, have another whisky, and let's 
go." She kissed me a thousand times again, and then she jumped off my lap. 
She seemed so full of energy.

	I poured another whisky. I knew very well that she wanted to drive, 
herself. She disappeared into the kitchen, while I drank the rest of my 
coffee and the extra whisky. She returned while I was closing the terrace 
doors.

	"Ta-ta. How do you like this?"  She did a pirouette with her arms held 
high. She looked stunning! She had changed into a long, black skirt, and she 
was wearing a flaming red mohair jumper, which did wonders to her breasts. I 
had never seen it before.

	"I bought this sweater because it is exactly the colour of my new Alfa."

	"You look great, dear."

	I also bought a present for both of us. I have it in the car.

	"OK, I'll just pick up a coat. The evening may get cool for the ride home."

	"You don't need that. Come on."

	In the driveway she reached into the passenger seat and pulled out a black 
leather jacket. "Here you are, dear. I'm sure it will fit."

	"Hey, woman. You must have paid a million for this. It's beautiful. And 
soooo soft."

	"You deserve the best, love.  Ha, ha, and so do I. I've bought the same one 
for myself." She slipped into her own. She really looked tough, and very 
feminine, too. I put on mine. She smiled at me. "Hey, you look real good, 
Romeo. Your Alfa ride is ready."

	Wow. This afternoon had turned her into a different driver. She turned off 
at the first exit from the motorway, and soon she was navigating the small 
country roads leading north. She handled the strong car with assurance, 
turned corners with amazing speed, and she didn't touch the brakes unless it 
was absolutely necessary. Fortunately no police was out, or we should have 
ended up with a stack of speeding tickets! Amazingly I felt safe with her 
fast driving. She was really good.

	We were back home about half past eleven. I was really tired, and 
fortunately Mary was too. While we undressed she said: "I had such naughty 
plans for you, Erik. But this day has been so exciting that I'm going to 
fall asleep in two minutes. I'll make it up to you in the morning."

	"Oh, dear, you'll have to be early, then. I have to go at least half an 
hour early tomorrow to make some calls to USA."

"We'll see." She snuggled up to me with her head on my shoulder. Seconds 
before she fell asleep she whispered: "I love you. Such a wonderful 
gift....."


Chapter thirteen.

	I woke up to the sensations of Mary's mouth around my hard cock. I reached 
down to stroke her hair.

	"Good morning, Romeo. How do you like your alarm-clock?"

	"Ooohhh. It's great. Good morning."

	"Roll over, I want to ride you."

	She wrapped her dripping cunt around my cock and started a rocking motion. 
I was severely tempted to carry it through; on the other hand my cock was 
now sufficiently oiled for Henny! I looked at the clock.

	"Mary. Mary, stop it. I have to get up. I told you last night, I have to be 
early in the office today. Much as I hate it, I have to get going, right 
now."

	"Oh, shit. I forgot." She got off me, kissed me and said: "Never fear, 
love, I'll take care of you when you get home. Go and take a cold shower! 
I'll make your breakfast. Just a quick one?"

	"Right."

	I turned on the water in the shower, but I used a washrag to clean my face 
and torso while Mary's juice dried on my cock. I shaved and dressed quickly, 
and when I got down to the kitchen Mary had coffee and a cheese-sandwich 
ready for me.

	"I'm sorry I forgot, Erik. I must have been too tired to pay attention last 
night."

	"It's all right, Mary. We'll catch up in the afternoon. OK?"

	"Sure. I'll see what I can come up with. Bye, love."

	I have to admit that for the first time I felt like a heel. I had no 
trouble handling the affair with Henny, because I felt it did not take 
anything away from Mary. But this time... Well, fortunately I did not take 
long to recover, and soon my attention was focused on the upcoming meeting 
with Henny.

	She was already there when I entered my office, five minutes early.

	"'morning."

	"Good morning, Erik. How are you?"

	"I'm fine. Are you?"

	"Sure. So you remembered our date."

	"I did. I have fulfilled my part of our agreement. Have you?"

	She lifted her skirt to show me a pair of thin rubber panties! "It was a 
lot naughtier than I had expected." She dropped the hem of her skirt and 
moved up closer.

	"Sit down. I want to do this while you sit in your chair. Then we can go 
into the archive."

	Unceremoniously she unzipped me and fished out my cock, which was only semi 
hard. When she pulled back my foreskin and wrapped her lips round the head 
it soon reached full size! She hummed little tunes while her mouth moved up 
and down, but then she pulled away.

	"Mmm. This is very good. Your wife has a lovely taste and smell. I want to 
get it all." She licked and sucked me all the way down to the base, and she 
even put her nose into my hair and sniffed.

	"Ooohh, this is wonderful. Almost as good as licking her in person. Take me 
into the archive now, or my juice will have washed out all Carl's sperm."

	We locked the door from inside, and I turned to pull down her rubber 
panties. She pushed me back and got up on the table.

	While she spread out and placed her feet behind the lamp and the clamp, she 
said: "There are a few hooks halfway up my belly. You can open them there."

	They were a little tricky, but suddenly I managed, and the whole front of 
the panties folded down and revealed a smelly, red, greasy and leaking cunt.

	"God, you look used!"

	"Believe me, it is used. It's only half an hour ago Carl fucked me silly 
and drove me here. Now I want your big cock. You asked for this mess, now 
use it!"

	I had never tried anything this nasty! It was sheer heaven to slide into 
her. No resistance at all, not her usual tight fit. A big, sloppy silky 
cunt, gushing and leaking, her husband's sperm sloshing round my cock. When 
I hit bottom she started whimpering. She let out the horniest meowing little 
cries, while she rolled her head from side to side, supporting the back of 
her head against the wall.

	It was absolutely wild! The more I thought of her husband fucking her, the 
hornier I got.

	"God, Henny, you are such a slut! Is it good to get your second cock in the 
early morning? Is it?"

	"Yesssss, yesss, I'm a slut. Yesss, I love to be a whore. I'm on fire, 
Erik. It's a million times better because I'm still horny from Carl fucking 
me, and I've got the taste of your wife's cunt in my mouth! God, I love to 
be wicked!" Those words just did it. Simultaneously we started coming. I 
pushed the hardest I could against the bottom of her cunt and poured gush 
after gush into her, while her cunt opened up even more, and then squeezed 
and massaged my cock in the most wonderful way.

	For a little while I held her in my arms while she leaned down and rested 
her head on my shoulder. When my softened cock fell out of her, she returned 
to reality, too. While I dried off with a Kleenex and pulled up my pants, 
she struggled to hook up her rubber panties. She threw me a wicked smile.  
"I'm going to keep this locked up all day, and when I get home I shall spend 
a couple of hours with my fingers and my massager."

	"You are going to walk around like that all day?"

	"Sure. And I'll be horny most of the time. All the mess stays in there. It 
is such a lovely, squishy feeling. Never fear, the smells stay in there, 
too. I've tried it before."

	All those years wasted, without knowing the kinky potential in most women! 
My own Mary for sure didn't need much pushing, to transform from a boring 
once-a-week household fuck into a hot, daring and exciting mistress. Not to 
mention kinky little Henny. Well, I was not going to cry over spilled milk; 
I was going to catch up!

	Looking at my watch I realised that people would be arriving in the offices 
around us. I stepped out into my own office, looked around and called Henny. 
Soon the day gained its usual momentum. The meeting at one was a success. 
The leaders of the different production units were very positive. They all 
realised the advantages of direct contact to my purchasing `department', and 
one even solicited a good idea: I have copies of all constructions that are 
produced, but if each unit would circle measures and figures which were 
vital, and even more important: mark figures and details which were not 
vital to the function of the end product, I should have a much larger choice 
on the market.

	When the meeting ended a little after two I decided to call it a day. I 
kissed Henny good-bye and told her she could leave any time after three. 
When I got home there was no Alfa Romeo in our driveway.




Chapter fourteen.

	I figured that Mary was out burning petrol, so I decided for a cold drink 
on the terrace and a chat with dad. Henny had showed me how good a Gin and 
Tonic was, so I mixed a weak one, shed my clothes except my shorts, and 
settled down in a deck-chair. I had barely closed my eyes before dad was 
there, all on his own initiative.

	"Hi, son. Am I disturbing you?"

	"No. I had planned on calling you. Why are you so eager? Have you got 
anything new?"

	"Sure. Good news, bad news. Which do you want first?"

	"Good for whom? For you? Then give me that first."

	"I talked to Theodor. That's the guy with the son, remember?"

	"Yes. The son who died of syphilis."

	"That's him. The good news is that it can be done, and that it would be as 
good as it was when I was alive."

	"I say! Give us the bad news, then."

	"It's quite tricky, for a starter. Would need some practice. But the really 
bad thing is, that it cannot be done with a woman who knows you well."

	"That sounds strange."

	"Not really. At least it is logic. You should have to open your mind 
completely and let me take over. The moment I'm inside you, I'd also take 
over your physical movements, and any woman you have slept with before would 
know, it's not you."

	"You're saying that Mary or Henny would sense, something was wrong?"

	"Immediately."

	"Oh. That's too bad. So I should have to tell them the truth and get their 
acceptance?"

	"I can't recommend that. I'm absolutely sure they'd feel terribly cheated, 
if you told any of them how you used mind control from the beginning. And 
I'm not at all sure, you could convince them that all the rest is of their 
own doing. You'd loose two hot and loving women."

	"?"

	"They both love you, you know. Mary is really on cloud nine with pink and 
silver lining. She never loved you this much, and she feels like an 
infatuated teenager combined with a middle-aged wife. It would be terribly 
cruel to destroy her. I'd never accept that."

	"Neither would I. Well, we shall have to wait, then, shan't we? But that 
may take some time. Those two old girls really keep me busy. I certainly 
have no plans of expanding my harem."

	"Ha, ha. I can see that. You might benefit from a bit of exercise, you 
know."

	"I'm sure, you're right! Could we do a couple of practice runs?  I mean, 
practice you taking over. Then we should be ready for it, if opportunity 
turns up. I'm sure willing to help you on this."

	"We could, but not now. Your dear wife is overtaking all and everything on 
the motorway right now, and she'll be back in ten minutes. You said you were 
about to call me?"

	"Yes. I got an idea. Up at your place there must be plenty of guys, who 
have gotten away with different scams, when they were alive. Maybe you could 
shop around for a few ideas."

	"I could. But do you need to? You said your savings were on the abundant 
side. In about six months you'll start harvesting in the company. I 
shouldn't be surprised, if you'll get bonuses close to a million dollars 
this year alone. If I were you, I'd calm down and wait for that. Why risk 
anything? Take it easy, son. Relax and enjoy. You've got two hot women; you 
know you'll be rich in six months; and if you stumble on a thing you want, 
you can get it at a bargain. What more do you want?"

	"God. I feel like a teenager taking advice from his dad, only I'm not a 
teenager. But of course you're right."

	"Of course I'm right! You could practice your control some more, take it to 
a level where you can do it over a distance, through walls, and so on. And 
then I have one last warning. In the near future you'll get to trade with 
some Eastern European businesses. You'll be offered a commission, if you 
place your trade at their company. Don't take it! Their vicious kind of 
mafia will be involved, and it will backfire on you. They'll use it to 
blackmail you later. Don't take it, however tempting."

	"I'll remember that. Will you please leave me alone? I want five minutes 
before Mary returns."

	"OK. Bye, son."

	"See you."


Chapter fifteen.

	I must have dozed off for a couple of minutes. The softest, sweet kiss and 
a hand caressing my naked chest awakened me.

	"Hi. You're home early, dear."

	"Yes. I finished a meeting at two, so I persuaded myself I wasn't needed 
any more. Have you been out for a spin?"

	"Not really. I had some shopping to do. Of course I left an hour early to 
have a little fun on the small roads, but only a little."

	"You can have all the fun you like, love. I'm glad you like your car."

	"Like? I love it! You should know all the attention I get! I think all boys 
from 6 to 80 have been staring at me and my car. Or rather, my car and then 
me. I'm not used to that."

	"I thought most women liked to be stared at."

	"Well, I have to admit, it gives me a little kick. You know, a week ago I 
could walk down Vesterbrogade, and nobody would look. Today, when I got out 
of the Alfa Romeo, there were at least 10 boys and men staring at me, after 
they had feasted their eyes on the car. By the way, I have decided I'll call 
it by its full name. No `Alfa' any more. Agree?"

	"Sure."

	"What are you having?"

	"A Gin and Tonic. Nice and cool."

	"Will you make one for me? I have to go and change."

	"OK."

	She looked very sexy when she returned. Stay up stockings, high heels and a 
thin, see through negligee. She took her glass from the table and sat down 
on a chair, with her legs sufficiently spread for me to enjoy the sight of 
her trimmed pussy.

	"Cheers, dear." She took a swig of her drink. "You're right, this is lovely 
on a warm day."

	"So are you."

	"Flatterer. You make this old wife feel like she was. Lovely."

	"But you are. Was that outfit on your shopping list today? I can't say I've 
seen it before."

	"It was. You know, that short moment I had your cock in me this morning, 
has been most productive. I've been horny almost all day, and I've thought 
of almost nothing but a way to make it good for you, when you got home."

	"I should have known. I might have called you from the office. Have you 
come up with some good ideas?"

	"I think I have. I want my drink first, and then I want to see, if I can 
make that lovely long cock raise its head, untouched by human hand, as they 
say. Will you please get rid of those ridiculous shorts?"

	I lifted my ass from the deck chair and pulled them down. "Do you really 
think they are ridiculous?"

	"They are not remotely as sexy as you are, old boy. I have something better 
for you, for later."

	"You wouldn't know how much I love your new outspoken and sexy you. Look, 
he's raising his head in appreciation."

	"Thanks for the compliment, Mr. Cock. I see, you know that a gentleman 
should stand up for a lady. I have nice and naughty intentions for you this 
afternoon."

	"He can hardly wait."

	"Neither can I!"

	She got up from her chair, opened her negligee and went over to me, lifted 
her leg over me until she was standing with her open pussy right over my 
cock.

	"Move down a little."

	I did.

	"Good, this is perfect." She reached down to grab my cock; she guided it to 
her very wet opening, bent her knees and impaled herself on me. The lack of 
resistance showed that she really had been horny for a long time. "Aahhhh. I 
have longed for you since you left me in the morning, Mr. Cock!"

	She grabbed the small armrests of the deck chair for support, and with 
languid motions she moved her ass up and down. All the way up till only the 
head of my cock was in her, and I could see her juices glistening on the 
shaft, then slowly down again, sucking my cock into her hot cunt. Oh, it was 
great. I reached up to touch her swinging breasts.

	"No, no. I want you to put your hands behind your head and relax. I'll take 
care of everything. I'll go and mix you another drink if you want, and then 
serve it with your cock in my pussy. I'll take care of my own orgasms and of 
yours, and I promise you, I'll have many! May I serve you another Gin?"

	"That would be lovely. Maybe I shall need a straw if I have to lie like 
this."

	With a slurping noise she got off me, went to the table and mixed a Gin. 
 From the cupboard in the kitchen she fetched a drinking straw and returned 
to the terrace, straddled my deck chair again and impaled herself elegantly 
on my cock.

	She held the glass to my mouth. "Here you are, love. Have a drink while I 
massage your cock." I got the straw into my mouth, and while I started 
sipping, she made pinching, milking movements with her cunt. It was very 
depraved, but it was going to get better! She lifted the glass off my mouth 
and placed it on the table. With a wicked smile she moved her right hand to 
her cunt and started masturbating. Her left hand changed from breast to 
breast, kneading and pinching. I could see that she suppressed the moans she 
felt like uttering, but she certainly didn't suppress her orgasm, when it 
hit her. One loud, short scream and a lot of contractions. I always loved 
that feeling: A coming cunt round my cock, but this time it added to the 
luxury, that I had not moved a finger or a cock to produce it.

	She opened her eyes and looked down on me. "Aahhh, that was great. I've 
needed it since this morning. Now it's your turn."

	Once again she grabbed the armrests and fucked me royally. This time her 
cunt was sloshing wet and open. I could feel I should not last long, and I 
told her so.

	"Oohhh, I like that. That's a nice compliment. Let it go, love, I want you 
to come in my hot pussy. I love to fuck you."

	As I was getting closer I could not help tightening my back to press 
against her. When she felt that, she moved one hand back to her pussy and 
resumed masturbating. My first spurt hit her, and her hand took on a frantic 
speed, and before I had finished coming in her, I felt her familiar 
contractions once more. Finally she collapsed on top of me and buried her 
head in my neck. "Welcome home, Sir," she whispered to me.


Chapter sixteen.

	I had more or less expected her to continue, but she got off me, kissed my 
belly lightly, and went to mix another two Gins. Then she shed her negligee 
and sat down on her chair. She was a lovely sight. She had never before been 
very comfortable, being naked around the house. Now she openly displayed all 
her beauties, which were enhanced by her relaxed and satisfied movements. 
Her happy smile gradually turned off and was replaced by an annoyed 
expression.

	"What's on your mind? You don't look happy any more."

	"That's because I'm not. Happy. I have to go in a little while. I'd much 
rather stay here and fuck the life out of you, and live happily ever after 
on your life insurance."

	"Ha, ha. Talk about the merry widow. Why do you have to go?"

	"I thanked yes to an invitation, three months ago. You know, our little 
`yakkedi' club. Normally we meet some weekday afternoon, but tonight Anni's 
daughter is having her bachelor party, because she is getting married 
tomorrow. Her girlfriends are to pick her up at five. Anni has invited the 
club to a test-run on the wedding menu, because the wedding itself is a 
strict family affair.We're to be there at six."

	"I can guess. And you'll be back home at midnight, tired and drunk."

	"I'm NOT! I'll go in the Alfa Romeo, to make sure I do not drink, and also 
to show off to the girls and watch their envy. I'll be back no later than 
nine, maybe half past eight."

	"It's all right, dear. Go and have some fun. I dare you to leave your 
panties at home. Might remind you why you have to hurry back."

	"I will, I will. If the other wives knew, it would make them even more 
envious than the Alfa Romeo." When she kissed me good-bye at half past five, 
she looked a lot sexier and vibrant than most 46-year-old housewives.

	I left the terrace doors open, settled down on the living room couch and 
decided to call dad.

	"Hi, son. Any problems?"

	"No, not at all. Mary left for dinner with her girl friends, and I thought 
we might have a little chat. For instance about you taking a place in me. 
How it is done, and all."

	"Oh. Have you decided to give it a try?"

	"Yes. You have given me so much, since we made contact, and I'd be a lousy 
son if I didn't try to pay back, wouldn't I?"

	"No. Not at all. What I have given you is without any obligations, you 
know. I'm happy; I can finally do something good for you. But of course I'd 
really appreciate it, if you would try."

	"Sure. Tell me what to do."

	"Turn over to lie on your belly." I did so. "Now to the difficult part. 
First you must form an image of yourself. In your brain. Do it now, it 
should be fairly easy for you by now."

	"I've got it. Sharp or blurred?"

	"Doesn't matter. As long as you can identify it 100 % as yourself."

	"I can."

	"Now you make a small storeroom. A file, I think you call it in computers. 
Right?"

	"Yes, it's called a file. How should it look?"

	"Make it like a big, transparent bubble."

	"I've got it."

	"Concentrate on the things you can sense, one by one, and put them into the 
bubble."

	"I'm not sure I understand?"

	"Like, you can sense cold, right? Concentrate on that sense, and then put 
it into the bubble."

	"OK."

	"You can taste sweet, sour, salt and bitter. Put them into the bubble."

	"They are in."

	"You can feel pressure, light and hard. In they go."

	"OK."

	"Stop. You're wrong. That pressure thing made you think of your cock this 
afternoon."

	"Yes. You could see that?"

	"Sure. But that is emotion. That is not sensing. No emotions go in there, 
and no signals governing your muscles or reflexes. Pure feelings."

	"OK, I'll try. Give me a minute."

	"Well, have you put more into your bubble?"

	"Oh, yes. But the more I put in the more I seem to remember."

	"That's all right. What you've got now will suffice for a short test run. 
Are you still willing to try?"

	"Sure. This is really fun. And quite new, isn't it?"

	"Yes. Now concentrate on your bubble. Imagine how it gets smaller and 
smaller until it will fit into the image you've made of yourself."

	"That was difficult. Very difficult. I think I've got it now."

	"Good. Now for the really tricky stuff. Ready?"

	"I am."

	"Good. It may make you feel uncomfortable at first, but there is no danger 
involved. I want you to imagine, how the image of you is slowly leaving you 
through your backside. While the image is leaving you, I'll take over. It is 
going to feel very strange, but don't be afraid."

	It was a gross understatement that it would feel strange. It was downright 
spooky, scary, and weird. As the image was leaving me, I felt I was losing 
all control, bit by bit. I cannot really describe it. The closest I can come 
are those descriptions of after-death-experiences, I've read about. You 
know, people leaving their body and watching it from a corner of the room. I 
watched myself get up from the couch, walk to the table on the terrace and 
pour a drink. I watched myself drink it, but I felt nothing! I watched my 
hands touch different places on my body, like my hair, my chest and my cock. 
I watched how I returned to the couch and laid down on my belly.

	I understood this as a signal to return, but I did not have to do anything. 
I felt the image gradually be sucked back into my body, and my senses 
returned slowly. After a short moment I felt absolutely normal, as if 
nothing had happened at all.

	"Phew, dad. Are you still there!"

	"I'm here, son. It was wonderful."

	"For you, maybe, but you scared the shit out of me."

	"Was it really that bad? I just had my first drink since I died! It was 
great."

	"It was mega scary. I hated being out of control. You could have gone and 
killed my neighbour, and there's nothing I could have done to stop you. I'm 
not even sure I want to do this another time."

	"Oh. I'm terribly sorry. First, that I scared you so much, and secondly 
because I sure want to try it again."

	"You'll have to go back to Theodor and ask, if there is some kind of 
emergency brake I could use. I haven't got the faintest idea of the world 
you live in, or how tempting it would be for you to stay in me. This thing 
might have the severest consequences for me and a lot of other people, you 
know."

	"I get you, son. I'm sorry I can't offer you anything but a promise." I 
sensed some kind of disappointment, but I could not decide, whether it was 
of me for not trusting him, or of the conditions. "I'll talk to Theodor. But 
anyway: Thanks for a wonderful experience."

	I was alone again.


Chapter seventeen.

	Mary was in a fine spirit when she came home, shortly before nine. She 
kissed me in that special way she had done lately: 6 or 7 fast little kisses 
on my eyes, nose, cheeks, and then a long, soft erotic kiss on my lips.

"Hello, dear. Had a nice dinner?"

"Oh, yes. I loved showing off my Alfa Romeo. They were VERY envious, and 
they had a lot of naughty suggestions on how I had `earned' it."

	"I'm happy to have kicked off that kind of talk with my gift. I hope you 
didn't reveal too many truths."

	"No, not too many, but a few!"

	"You didn't!"

	"Sure. Just to see their faces."

	"What did you tell them?"

	"About the glass table, just as an example. You should have seen their 
faces. Sarah even said, if I ever wasn't up to it and wanted a stand in, I 
should call her!"

	"Sarah? I'm not sure I remember her."

	"Oh, yes, you do. The tall one with the brown, wavy hair."

	"Yes. The skinny one. Yeah, you might call her in, if I get tired of my fat 
wife!"

	"I'm not fat! ! !"

	"Of course you're not, love. I was joking. You'd be a damn good-looking 
woman if you were 36. In fact, you look a lot better than you did, when you 
were 36, and a hell of a lot more sexy than when we got married."

	"Thank you, dear husband. You are not half bad yourself."

	"Kiss me."

	She came up to my armchair and kissed me for the longest time, while my 
hands roamed her breasts, later her hips, and then found their way up her 
skirt.

	"Oh, yes. I forgot. You did go without your panties, didn't you?"

	"Yes, and that was very naughty! Not only was there a lot of dirty talk, 
but also this naked pussy reminded me.... Can't you feel I've been horny 
most of the evening?"

	"Deliciously so, love. You are lovely wet."

	She pushed my hands away and straightened up. "You just wait. I'll go and 
change into something comfortable. Isn't that what a `femme fatale' should 
say?"

	"Right. I think it was some dame in a film, said it first."

	She was upstairs for more than a quarter of an hour, but she was certainly 
worth the wait! I had never seen her look even remotely like this. Almost 
like a model in a fetish magazine. Black, seamed stockings, high heels, and 
some kind of a corset made of soft leather straps and see through nylon. She 
had changed her make-up into a very slutty look, with a big, red mouth and 
dark lines around her eyes. She held her hands behind her back, which pushed 
her pretty breasts forward. VERY sexy.

	"VERY sexy! Where on earth did you find that outfit?"

	"I went to the hooker street behind the central railway station. There are 
some very special lingerie shops there. Do you like it?"

	"I like it, and Mr. Cock certainly appreciates it. You look terribly 
exciting and kinky."

	"That was the general idea. I even feel exciting and kinky wearing it."

	She brought her hands forward, and she had a parcel in each. "I also bought 
a couple of gifts for you. Open the small one first."

	For a short moment I wondered about her change. I sure hoped she was not 
getting inspiration outside the house. Then I remembered dad's words about 
her: Her love and infatuation, and I pushed the thought away. Her first gift 
was a pair of Y-fronts, made of some shiny, light blue material.

	"They should go well with your blue eyes, dear. Try them on. If they fit 
I'll get more, and never see those silly shorts any more."

	I stripped quickly and slipped into them. The smooth, silky feeling was 
very new, very sexy. I was surprised that they were even comfortable. I 
could get used to them, very fast.

	"MMmmm. Very nice. Do you like them better than the shorts?"

	"Yess. Now you look like my sexy husband." She got out of her chair, took 
my hand and guided me to the glass table. "I've got something to tell you 
before you open the next."

	I do not like to brag, but that glass table was a brilliant idea, 
especially when Mary dressed up like this.

	"Like I said, I went into that lingerie shop. I tell you, they had all 
kinds of underwear and gadgets, enough to equip five whorehouses. The woman 
was very kind. She could probably see I was not used to this kind of shop. 
She showed me around and pointed out different outfits and their use. I 
think I learned more about sex and variations than in all my 46 years! I was 
stunned. On a shelf was a pair of black rubber panties with two cocks 
sticking out. She told me they were for two hookers putting on a show, where 
one would fuck the other, ass and cunt at the same time. That gave me a 
rush. I looked at some of the others, they were more like thongs with a cock 
on them."

	"Don't tell me you bought one."

	"Sssshh. Let me finish." She had dropped one hand into her lap, and through 
the glass I could see her diddle her clit. "She explained that model A was 
for a woman to wear, with a short, fat cock going into her own vagina. Model 
B was for a man, either to fuck another man, or to fuck a woman, cunt and 
ass at the same time. I must have blushed, when she said that, because she 
smiled at me, and then she said: "But maybe you should buy model Lux. Look 
here, it goes both ways. The man adjusts the thongs so the cock is nestled 
against his pubic bone, right above his cock. For the woman this short, fat 
cock screws into the back of the front plate to go into her vagina, and when 
she adjusts the thongs right, she can fuck her husband for all he wants, and 
have a lot of pleasure herself." Really, Erik, she said that."

	I was getting quite horny myself, hearing my wife talk like that. "Did you 
buy it?"

	"Open your parcel."

	My eyes flickered between the paper and the finger in her pussy, while I 
slowly opened it. She had done it. It was the model Lux with an extra fat 
cock to screw in. If someone had told me about this situation six months 
ago, I should have said he was crazy.

	"This table is good for the goose, too. I can see Mr. Cock is trying to get 
out."

	"No wonder, you wicked you. Let's go upstairs, I want to try it."

	"No. Let's stay down here. Can I help you put it on?"

	She pulled down my new underwear. With soft, trembling hands she fumbled 
with the thongs, interspersed with loving strokes or kisses to my cock. 
Finally it was on. What gross sight! My cock sticking out in a menacing way, 
and on top of it a smaller and thinner black rubber cock.

	I grabbed her hair with one hand and supported her arm with the other, and 
pulled her to her feet. In the living-room I took her to the end of the sofa 
and pushed her down to lie, ass up, over the armrest. "Stay there! I'll go 
and fetch the Lavender oil."


	"You don't need to. I brought it down here when I had changed my clothes."

	The head of my cock slipped easily into her hot cunt, until the black 
rubber cock touched her asshole. With my thumb I lubricated her, on the 
outside first, and then I pushed some oil into her. I also rubbed some oil 
on the artificial cock, and finally I was ready to do it. When I pressed 
myself against her my cock went deeper into her cunt, and the black cock 
strained against her asshole for a few seconds, then it suddenly slipped in 
past her sphincter. Wow, what a feeling. Mary trembled and groaned, and I 
could feel the extra cock rubbing against my own, inside of her.

This was such a thrill. A power rush. Her slushy cunt was electric round my 
cock, and as I started fucking her hard, her ass trembled and quivered and 
invited me to slap her hard a few times. She didn't last long. She let out 
an almost crying yell, and I felt her cunt spasming violently round my cock. 
I concentrated very hard on not coming, and I managed to fuck her hard all 
through her orgasm. When she collapsed I pulled out and went to the kitchen 
sink. With a wet towel and soap I washed the rubber cock. I turned round and 
looked at her: "Get down on the floor, whore. I want to fuck ass and I want 
to fill it up. You can have this black cock in your cunt at the same time. 
This time I don't need oil, do I?"

"Oh, no. My cunt is so wet and my ass is oiled. Come and fuck meeee!" She 
spread her legs wide and pulled her knees up to her shoulders, lifting her 
ass invitingly towards my cock. When I had pressed the tip of my cock into 
her hot, tight ass, she reached down and guided the black cock into her 
pussy.

"Oh, my God, you fill me completely. Ooohhh, it's like having two real cocks 
at the same time. Erik, you split me open. Aahhh, it's better than I dreamed 
of." She hooked her arms round my neck and fucked herself against me as if 
she was possessed. The sight of her face, all distorted by lust, went 
straight to my cock, and even if I only managed to fuck her this way for 
about five minutes, we both collapsed in violent orgasms.

When I finally pulled out of her and helped her to her feet, we stood there 
for a moment, arms around each other, savouring the moment. When we 
separated I looked down myself and couldn't help laughing. What a sight. My 
own cock hanging limp beneath a prominent black cock! Mary slapped it, 
laughing too. "If you take it off now, I'll clean it while you make us a 
couple of cappuccinos."

"Sure. Do you want a brandy too?"

"Yes, please."

She walked with swaying hips towards the bathroom door. The she turned 
round, looked lovingly at me, and said: "I feel so wonderfully naughty with 
your sperm seeping out of my ass. I guess I'll have to clean that, too."

I had the coffee and brandy ready, when she returned from the bathroom, cock 
in her hand. We sat down at the glass table to enjoy them. Of course I told 
her what a wonderful idea it was, and she admitted she thought so, too.

"You know what? I think the girls would climb their walls if they could have 
seen this, or just watch us now, in our own kitchen."

Although I should have sworn to the opposite, she managed to make me horny 
once more, that evening. Pretty good for a 48-year-old guy, don't you think? 
She screwed in the short, fat cock, to go into her cunt, and then she fucked 
my ass, while I was lying on my knees in front of the sofa, with my head 
down. I never knew there were so many nerve ends in my ass, but when she put 
her hand round me to hold my cock while she fucked me, I had never felt 
anything so divine. She groaned that the fat cock in her cunt was doing 
wonders to her, and she fucked me harder and faster by the minute. I started 
coming first, but when she felt my come fill her hand, she exploded, too. 
That did it. I was finished for the night!

We had another cup of coffee, and later we fell asleep, arm in arm, Mary 
still dressed in her hooker costume, because I had asked her to do so.


Chapter eighteen.

	In order go get on with my story, I shall skip a few months. Mary and Henny 
kept me pretty busy over the summer, and I considered myself one lucky 
bastard, in that department. I had two flights for the company, one to 
Poland and one to Spain. True to dad's predictions I was offered a 
substantial bribe in Poland, but I relented. In fact I didn't do any trade 
with them, at all. In Spain I took in a huge profit for the company on 
thermostats, which would fit into three of our end products. I have to 
admit, I used a bit of mind control on that trade.

	I did not try out my capabilities on any of the women I met on the two 
journeys. In fact my two hot mistresses kept me fully satisfied.

	By mid October I was called to Mr. Peterson's office. I had done a few 
calculations of my own, and I was pretty sure that profits by now were 
turning up in the company accounts. I told Henny, I wanted to go to that 
meeting without her, because it was going to be of a private nature. On my 
way up to his office I sent out `messages' to Mr. Peterson. I planted 
`bonus', `well deserved', '10 percent', etc.etc.

	Mr. Peterson was almost spilling enthusiasm.

	"Mr. Hansen. We should have thought of this, years ago. The result of your 
work is turning up rapidly now. Already these last six months have raised 
our profits by 8 million dollars, all related to your work, if I have to 
believe `accounts'. This is very, very promising."

	I transferred the word `bonus' once more to him, and he reacted 
immediately.

	"I really think you deserve a bonus, part for your innovative approach to 
this, and part for your good work. Have you considered this?"

	"Yes, Mr. Peterson, I have given it some thought."

	"Have you also thought of the size and nature of such a bonus?"

	"To be honest, I have."

	"I have too. Let's see if we have the same idea. What's your proposal?"

	"I have thought of something like 10 percent of profits, which can be 
directly credited to my work."

	"That's funny, Mr. Hansen, because that is exactly the figure I have 
imagined. Have you got any idea as to how you want them paid?"

	"Not really, Mr. Peterson. But it seems to me that a fifty-fifty share 
between company stock and cash payment would benefit us both."

	"That is a very reasonable approach, Mr. Hansen. I am sure the board will 
accept that. Of course I have prepared them at our last meeting, and they 
are very eager to keep you in the company. Consider it a deal. You'll have 
400.000 dollars paid to your usual bank account, and 400.000 dollars in 
shares transfered next week."

	"Thank you, Sir. That is very fine with me."

	"Good. At the end of this fiscal year we shall make a final evaluation of 
your work, and you'll have another payment due, at the same fifty-fifty 
conditions. Will that be OK?"

	"That will be most satisfactory, Mr. Peterson."

	"Good. Keep up the good work, Mr. Hansen."

	Compared to my former status this was an enormous boost, to my bank account 
as well as to my ego. Mary was absolutely ecstatic. She even hinted, that we 
might want to sell the house and move to a luxury condo, closer to the city. 
"You wouldn't have so much gardening to do. Might give you more time to 
cultivate another `garden'," she laughed.

	Shortly after New Year I was paid another bonus, this time 400.000, divided 
fifty-fifty. This coincided with a weeping Henny, meeting me the next 
morning. Her husband had been offered a very lucrative position in 
Vancouver, and he had accepted.  "I shall have to leave Denmark by the first 
of May. It will give me plenty of time to train a new secretary for you, if 
you want me to."

	Of course I hated the idea of losing her, but on the other hand, the 
thought of a new one was a temptation as well. I persuaded Henny to help me 
in choosing the right woman for the position, but her last comment on that 
was: "Don't you dare fuck her, until I have left!"

	Mr. Peterson authorised the hiring of a new secretary from April 1st, and I 
left all the initial interviews to Henny. After all she knew my needs pretty 
well. She ended up with three likely candidates, and we decided to do the 
final interviews together. I can only compliment her on her choices. They 
were all three very well recommended and efficient secretaries, two of them 
in their late thirties and one was 42, and either Henny had been lucky, or 
she had had other `secretarial duties' on her mind, because they were all 
rather pretty women. We ended up choosing Alice, the 42-year-old, who had 
managed the complicated spare-part stores for a big water- supply and 
wastewater processing plant.

..................................................


PART TWO.

Chapter one.

	Alice started on the first of March. Any fear I might have had, about 
animosity between her and Henny, was blown away from day one. They hit it 
off splendidly, and Alice openly admired Henny's kind and efficient 
personality. As far as looks were concerned, they could hardly have been 
more different. Alice was almost a head taller than Henny, and her slim, 
almost skinny figure, made her seem even taller. Her face looked quite 
exotic. Heavy black eyebrows, a long, straight and narrow nose, and a big 
mouth with full lips, crowned by her abundant black hair, which she 
ordinarily wore braided in a tail, hanging down between her shoulder blades.

	I couldn't really evaluate her character these first two months, as she was 
too absorbed in learning all that Henny had to give her, but I got the 
impression that she was intelligent and a quick learner. True to my promise 
to Henny, I kept my tentacles out of her brain. My only complaint was the 
lack of office-pussy. With Alice around there were no visits to the 
`archive', and we only managed one visit to her condo, as her husband was 
flying back and forth to Vancouver all the time.

	One weekend around mid April he was at home for a weekend, and Henny 
decided to throw a small good-bye party for the four of us, on Friday. When 
Mary saw their apartment for the first time, she fell in love with it. They 
had not yet managed to sell it.

	"I know it is pretty expensive, but the real problem is, that nobody has 
the amount of cash we want. We are leaving Denmark, and I do not want to 
have people owing me money. It's such a lot of trouble having money sent 
across the Atlantic, not to mention a new owner, who stops paying his 
mortgage." Carl looked a bit distraught when he said this.

	"But it is such a lovely condo," Mary said. "It's bigger than most, and 
this view is absolutely perfect. What do you think, Erik, wouldn't you like 
to live here?"

	"Sure, it's a nice place. You have mentioned earlier, that we should sell 
the house and buy a condo."

I knew that Carl was a wealthy man, and that he was moving to an even better 
position in Vancouver, so I had absolutely no qualms about planting a few 
images and words in his mind.

"The condos around here sell for about 450.000 dollars," Carl said, "but 
we're getting quite desperate to sell. It will be such a mess and a lot of 
trouble, if we have to sell after we've moved to Vancouver, so the price is 
negotiable."

Mary was absolutely shameless about the erotic way, in which she tried to 
persuade me to make an offer, and Henny's knowing smile didn't make it any 
better. Before nine o'clock we had settled a deal, with mind control as a 
very active partner, for 340.000 dollars cash, and take-over date set for 
the first of May. While Carl and I were very occupied, discussing price and 
other issues, and last, but not least, setting up papers to bring to our 
lawyers on Monday, Mary and Henny had disappeared. I guessed Henny had taken 
her on a round-trip of the apartment. When the preliminary papers were 
signed, Carl fetched a bottle of champagne and four glasses, and then he 
called out for Henny and Mary. When they arrived Mary looked a little 
flushed, but Henny looked at me with shiny eyes.

"We have agreed on a price, and from the first of May this is all yours," 
Carl said. "Let's drink a toast to celebrate it, even if Erik drove a hard 
bargain."

We saluted each other and emptied our glasses. While Carl refilled them I 
said: "Of course I drive a hard bargain, but I hope there are no hard 
feelings. You are welcome to cancel, if you think I took advantage of you."

"Hell, no, Erik. Maybe you got it a bit cheaper than I had expected, but on 
the other hand it is a problem solved, and it won't burden my mind for the 
last two weeks. Cheers. I hope you'll be happy here."

"I'm sure I will," said Mary. "I can hardly wait. To live right in the 
centre of town has always been my dream." She sidled up to me and kissed me 
warmly. At 11 we called a taxi to take us home. When we arrived we had 
parked Mary's Alfa Romeo in the private booth under the building, and with 
wine and champagne we felt that a taxi would be safer.

On the way home Mary leaned into me in a most amorous way. "I'm so happy 
that you reached an agreement with Carl. It is really a wonderful apartment, 
big and comfortable, and what a view. Thank you for making my wish come 
true, darling."

A little later she brought her lips close to my ear and said: "I have a 
very, very sexy thing to tell you, when we get home. I sure hope you'll not 
be angry." Of course I could hardly wait to get inside when we got home.

"So, what have you got to tell me?"

"I don't know if I dare."

"Try me."

"OK. I've tried you so many times these last six months, and you've always 
been willing. I let Henny lick my pussy, and I licked hers. There, now."

"You didn't!"

"Yes. And I loved it! It was terribly exciting."

"Tell me."

"What shall I tell you? You don't want all the details, do you, dirty old 
man?"

"I want as many as you like to tell! How did it come about?"

"I was admiring the view from the kitchen window, when she came up behind 
me. She stood very close, so I could feel her breasts against my back, and 
her hand on my hip. You know, I've never done anything like it before, not 
even when I was a teenager. I'd have thought I'd feel awkward or even 
repulsed, but instead I got so very horny in a second or two. It was as if 
time stood still. When I felt her hand slide slowly up my ribs and then 
round to touch my breast, I felt like fainting. I leaned back into her and 
let her do what she wanted."

"Wow. I'd have loved to see that."

"Yeah, dirty old man, you would. She whispered that she could feel I was 
wearing suspenders and stockings like she was, and I said yes. Then she 
whispered: "And no panties, too?" I don't know how I got the courage, but I 
whispered back: "Feel for yourself." She felt, and I was sopping wet!"

"You are really exciting me, wife. I didn't know you had it in you."

"I've got plenty in me, yet. Anyway, she turned me round and fell to her 
knees in front of me. When I felt her hands slide up my legs, I reached down 
and lifted my skirt. Two seconds later her mouth was on my pussy, and I 
thought I'd die! She reached in, and with her thumbs she pressed my pussy 
open to reveal my clit. My knees almost buckled! Erik, it was so wild and 
new! And it didn't feel as if I was cheating on you. It was a woman."

"I can see it must have been exciting. It is for me to hear." I had opened 
my pants and was stroking my hard cock right in front of her.

"I was close to coming in a few minutes. Then I stopped her and said: "I 
want to taste you, too." So she took my hand and led me to their bedroom. 
When she fell back on their bed she opened her thighs. You know, she wasn't 
trimmed like I am, she was shaved! I kissed her pussy first, and I was all 
bubbles and electricity inside. When I started licking her she tasted 
divine, and she reacted like she couldn't lie still at all. She told me to 
turn round so she could lick me too. It was so wonderful. It added to the 
excitement that you two were sitting on the other side of the wall. I came 
so fast and violent, but I just kept on sucking her, and she groaned into my 
pussy when she came. We had just finished when Carl called for us!"

She leaned in, and just before she kissed me she whispered: "If you lick me 
round my mouth I'm sure you can taste her pussy!"

Her mouth and lips tasted faintly of champagne, but sure, when I licked 
around her mouth and on her chin, it brought out the well-known flavour of 
Henny's pussy. I had almost forgotten my hard cock sticking out of my 
trousers, but Mary had not. Suddenly she hiked up her skirt, straddled me 
and guided me into her cunt, which was still very wet and soft. For once in 
a long time I was premature! She had fucked me for no more than a minute 
when I came!

"Oh, my. You really are a dirty old man! Did it make you so horny to hear 
what I did with Henny? Don't feel sorry, dear. It's a boost to this old 
wife, that she can still make you that horny."


Chapter two.

	Saturday morning we went downtown to pick up the Alfa Romeo. Carl met us at 
the underground garage to let us in. He told us that he would mail the 
papers to his lawyer, as he had to leave for Vancouver on Sunday, and he was 
not quite sure, he should get the opportunity to come back in time for 
signing the final papers, but he had authorised Henny to sign the papers for 
both of them. He was still fairly satisfied with the deal, although he 
laughed, and once more told me that I drove a hard bargain.

	The rest of the weekend was spent planning. How to pack down all our stuff, 
sort out which things would have to be sold or thrown out, and finally 
taking a lot of pictures of the house for advertising the sale. We called 
the kids and had them come home on Sunday. They were told that we could no 
longer have two rooms for their use only, but we would make one of the 
bigger rooms into a guest room for both of them to share, so they should 
have to make the same decisions: Which things would be discarded and which 
would come along.

	During Saturday it dawned upon me that it was quite some time, since I had 
heard from dad. Thinking back, I realised that the reason might be, he was 
disappointed in me. I had brushed him off quite rudely last time. Late 
Saturday afternoon I faked a headache, which made it necessary for me to get 
an hour's sleep. In the quiet of our bedroom I sent out a message for him, 
and in a minute he was there.

	"Hi. You wanted me?"

	"Yes, dad. I've been thinking. Last time, when you had a drink, I got 
scared. I'm afraid, I was a bit rude to you. As if I do not trust you."

	"I don't blame you for getting scared, son. It is a very radical thing to 
do. I've done some thinking myself. I have to admit, I was disappointed, but 
I have realised that I have no right to be."

	"You haven't come up with any solution?"

	"There is no solution. I've asked around. It is a very rare thing. Only 
Theodor has done it on a regular basis, and they are all very, very envious 
that I had the chance to taste a drink. There is no way you can stop me, 
once I've taken over. The only thing I can do is to promise, I'll be very 
observant to your feelings, and that I'll return immediately, if I feel you 
are scared, or if you don't like what's going on. I'm terribly sorry, of 
course, but that's how it is, and I can't very well demand that of you. I 
have no hard feelings, son."

	"All right, dad. I've decided to give it another try. Maybe I won't be so 
scared, when I've tried it a couple of times. Do you want to try right now? 
Mary thinks I have a headache, and she'll leave me alone for another hour."

	"Nothing in the world I'd love better, in your world or mine. Do you 
remember how to do it?"

	"Yes. I have to make a bubble and put as many different senses in it as 
possible, and then reduce its size."

	"Right. When you've put the bubble into the image of yourself, you'll lie 
on your belly and imagine your image leaving you through your backside, 
while I gradually take over."

	It was a lot easier this second time, and the scare was not that big. From 
the corner of the bedroom I watched myself get up from the bed and walk 
around. I watched as he went around and felt the different items. I tried to 
send out a message, that he should try to feel some of Mary's underwear. I 
didn't know if it was because the message reached him, or if it was sheer 
coincidence, but he went straight to her chest of drawers and fondled some 
of her panties. I found out for sure that I could reach him, when I showed 
him an image of the hamper in the bathroom, where he would find a pair of 
her used ones. Then I really had a scare.

	Dad was coming out of the bathroom when Mary climbed the stairs. "Oh, 
you're up, Erik. Is the headache gone?"

	I thought the proverbial shit would hit the fan, but dad managed it 
perfectly. "No, dear," I heard myself, i.e. dad, say, "I just had to have a 
drink of water. I'll go back to bed."

	Through the open bedroom door I saw that Mary caressed his hair and gave 
him a light kiss. Then she said: "I hope you'll be better, dear. Have a nice 
rest."

	Phew. That was a close one. I watched dad enter the bedroom, lie down on 
the bed, and I was pulled back into my own body.

	"By all powers here and there, son. I had a kiss! !"

	"Yes, and I almost had a heart attack."

	"It was so wonderful, son. I hope it didn't scare you off completely."

	"No, but it was close!"

	"Sure. You forgot to put `smell' into your bubble."

	"Ha, dirty old man. You tried to sniff her used panties?"

	"Can you blame me?"

	"Not at all, dad. I wish I had remembered."

	"Was it as bad as last time?"

	"No. I guess I trusted you more, and when I found out, you could receive my 
messages about her underwear and the hamper, I felt more comfortable. At 
least I can reach you with a message."

	"Oh, that came from you? I thought they were my own ideas."

	"No, I sent them deliberately."

	"That's nice. I promise you, I shall obey your messages if we do this some 
other time."

	"We'll do that. But it takes a long time to prepare a bubble, and I'm not 
sure I'll always remember to put everything into it."

	"You don't have to. I'll have to tell you two things before I leave you. 
You can make the bubble permanent, once you have reduced its size. If you 
imagine that the reduced bubble is made of crystal, with a small lid you can 
take off and put back on, the senses you have put in there will stay, and 
even if I'm not present you can put in more senses, whenever you come upon 
some. Next time we are going to do this, you imagine the crystal bubble, 
turn it back into the original soft one, and we can go within a minute or 
two."

	"That sounds reasonable."

	"Yes. But you should not do it on your own. Wait till next time we're in 
contact. Remember that you must not put any muscle control or emotions into 
it?"

	"Yes."

	"It will be safer, at least in the beginning, if I check what you put in 
there, before you make it permanent."

	"OK, I'll remember. I'll write down on a little piece of paper, if I get 
any ideas, then we can work them in, together."

	"Perfect idea.  The other thing I want to tell you is for your own benefit. 
You don't have to stay in the room with your body. Let's say there is a 
board meeting at your company, and you want to listen in without them 
knowing it, you can call me. I'll take over your body, and you can let your 
spirit float to the meeting. You'll be invisible, but you can hear all that 
is said, and you'll remember it, when you return to your body."

	"Wow. That might give me quite an advantage."

	"Sure. If you want to watch some people fucking, you can do that too. Now, 
that was this starved old man talking."

	"Yeah. I'm beginning to understand, from where I inherited my dirty mind."

	"Sure. I think I'll leave you soon. I want to go back and do some bragging 
about Mary's kiss."

	"Wait a second. I'll call you a few times in the near future, so we can 
work on that crystal bubble. The production store is running low on some 
valves, and I'll have to search the bulk market. Maybe I can find an excuse 
for a journey next week. If I can, I want to be ready. I may try to take 
control of a woman, and then hand her over to you."

	"That would be absolutely wonderful, son, and most generous, because you 
wouldn't get much out of it. I'll be on alert 24/7 from now on."

	"OK, dad. Bye for now."

	"Bye, son, and thank you!"


Chapter three.

	I felt rather drained by then, and I must have dozed off. At least I didn't 
wake up until 7 o'clock, when Mary entered the bedroom.

	"Hi, dear."

	"Hi. I didn't want to wake you up. How's the headache?"

	"Gone. I feel a lot better. Sorry I had to do this."

	"Don't feel sorry. I'm happy you're better. You can stay here, if you like. 
I just wanted a pair of dry panties. I had planned on sneaking in without 
waking you up."

	"What on earth do you want dry panties for, naughty woman."

	"Well, well, well. I have to confess that I thought of what happened 
yesterday, and I couldn't stop it from running."

	Suddenly she climbed the bed and lay down beside me. She supported her head 
on her right hand and elbow, and looked down on me with a loving smile.

	"Erik, I don't know what's happening to me. To us. I have never loved you 
as much as I do now." She reached out with her left hand and caressed my 
hair and my cheek. Then she leaned down and kissed my eyes. "I've been 
thinking, while you slept. I love you so deeply, but at the same time I feel 
all bubbly inside, as if I was a lovesick teenager. You've been so good to 
me lately."

	"I only...."

	"Schcc, dear. Let me finish this. I can only say it here, in the darkness. 
You've been so good to me, not only your gifts. I had prepared myself for 
middle age. You know, waiting to become a grandmother, coming to terms with 
a dwindling sex-life, turning myself into the proverbial frumpy mid-life 
wife. You turned all that around. Yes. You did it. You made me suddenly feel 
wanted, desired. You dragged this horny, loving and adventurous woman out of 
her shell, and you gave her a new chance to come alive. You've been open 
minded and attentative. You have made me feel lovely, horny, kinky and wild, 
and first of all, you've made me feel sure it's OK. Erik Hansen, your wife 
loves you no end."

	She leaned down and kissed me, and then she rolled off the bed again. "See 
you downstairs."

	I stayed in the darkness for a little while. I felt infinitely grateful to 
dad. He had been so right that I knew very little about women, but I was 
learning, and his advice that I should concentrate on Mary, be attentative, 
taking charge now and then, and all his other advice, certainly had paid 
off. I suddenly realised that our TV had not been turned on for nearly half 
a year! We had been much to busy with each other.

	"That was some speech, dear little wife of mine." I was back downstairs.

	"And not one word too long, dear husband of mine."

	The glass table was covered with sheets of paper, where she had written 
lists of things to remember.

	"Let's go down to the diner and eat supper. It's such a mess if you have to 
put all this away and start cooking."

	"What a lovely idea. I'm so excited about the new apartment that I haven't 
even noticed I'm hungry."

	When we came back I said: "I'll talk to Henny on Monday. She'll probably be 
just as busy as you are, packing all their stuff to go to Vancouver. If you 
pick her up at the office, I'll give her the rest of the day off, so you 
could measure the whole apartment, make a list of cupboards and all. Then we 
can sit quietly here and plan, where the furniture will go. Would you like 
that?"

	"What a good idea. Are you sure you dare to leave me alone with Henny? You 
know, Carl will go to Vancouver on Sunday."

	"I dare you to be alone with Henny!"

	"Are you sure you want that? You won't get mad if it happens again?"

	"Not mad at all, but very horny! Move those papers a little and show me if 
it makes you horny, too."

	She pushed the papers away, making some of them fall to the floor, and 
through the glass I watched her raise the hem of her skirt and spread her 
legs. Her pale blue panties showed a soaked, much darker spot.

	"See how wet they are? I forgot to change panties when I was upstairs. Got 
distracted."

	"They look ravishing. You must have been horny most of the afternoon."

	"I have."

	"And I have an idea."

	"What?"

	"You told me that Henny was shaved. I want to shave you right now. Then 
you'll have a shaved cunt, too, when you go to Henny on Monday."

	"My, you ARE a naughty man. I'm beginning to believe you really want me to 
do it again."

	"I do, love. Do you want me to shave you now?"

	"Yesss. She was so lovely to lick, all smooth and slippery."

	"OK. Up you go. Upstairs. Take off all your clothes and put on your cuffs. 
I'll bring a tray and the things I need to shave you."

	"Yes, Sir!" She seemed very eager, the way she was practically running up 
the stairs. I prepared a tray with a plastic bowl for water and a few rags. 
In the bathroom I filled the bowl with hot water, found my razor and shaving 
cream and entered the bedroom.

	She really looked good on the bed. She wore the cuffs on her wrists and 
ankles, and she had spread out as if she was already tied up. A wicked smile 
was on her lips when she said: "Remember the notes we wrote, about wishes?"

	"Sure. We had some fun out of them, didn't we?"

	"Yes. Before you start I want you to know, that this is one of the wishes I 
wanted to write, but I was afraid you'd find it too kinky."

	"Maybe I would have, but not now!"

	"I did write it, but I tore it up. I had written that you should shave me, 
and lick me to death, pretending you were a woman."

	I didn't answer her. Quickly I tied up her arms, then I placed a wet, hot 
washrag on her pussy, pushing it down into her crack to soften all hair she 
had. To facilitate her imagining me as a woman, I blindfolded her before I 
started the shaving, and I decided not to utter a word during it all. 
Shaving her was fun, but I have to admit it didn't make me as horny, as I 
had expected. After all, it was the first time, but I was so anxious not to 
cut her, that the sensuality of it skipped me. I enjoyed, though, how 
vulnerable she looked with her knees folded back as I shaved her round her 
asshole, and my lust returned while I rubbed the whole area with aftershave 
and lotion.

	When I tied down her legs, I remembered that a bed is not the most 
comfortable place for the licker, so I pulled her feet all the way down to 
the corner posts, so I could lie with my knees on a pillow on the floor, and 
my torso and head on the bed, at just the right position.

	She was very ready. Although I had dried her off only minutes before, she 
was slick and swollen when my tongue hit her, and small moans escaped her. A 
little later she pushed her cunt against my face with small, humping 
motions. Then I remembered what she had told about Henny's thumbs. I pushed 
her swollen lips open and pressed a little upwards, letting her little pearl 
out of its hood. Thirty seconds of sucking was all it took. That made me 
really horny! I got this terrible urge to talk dirty to her, but on the 
other hand I wanted her to keep up her pretensions, so I kept my mouth shut.

	I let her calm down a little, while my hands roamed her belly and her 
thighs, and I blew a tiny stream of hot air on her pussy. When she pulled at 
her ropes, trying to bring her cunt closer to my mouth, I obliged.  A long 
`aaaahhhhh' escaped her, when my tongue once more touched her dripping cunt. 
She was really wet now. I didn't know if Henny would have pinched her 
nipples, so I let them be, though I normally would have done it. Instead I 
pushed a finger up her wet tunnel and diddled her asshole with another. 
Suddenly I got an idea. I reached out and untied her left leg. I pushed it 
across her right leg, forcing her to roll over on her hips, to lie on her 
side. With my hands I pushed her buttocks apart, laying her whole crack open 
to my tongue. The first time I licked one long sweep from her clit to her 
asshole, she let out a high-pitched scream. It was so delicious to lick her 
there, now she was shaved. I placed my thumb on her clit, and when I pushed 
the tip of my tongue to her sphincter she almost hyperventilated and 
tightened and relaxed the little muscle in a fast rhythm. Next time she 
relaxed I pushed hard, and the tip slipped inside her ass. She screamed 
again.

	The next ten minutes was one long orgasm, or rather a series of orgasms 
with only a few seconds between. I had never seen her come in this way. She 
seemed to stay up on her high, and just float through them, shaking, 
sobbing, and screaming. I sucked her clit, I fingerfucked her, licked her 
ass again, while she broke into a sweat. At last she begged for me to stop.

	"Please, I can't any more. Please stop, Erik, I'm all out!"

	I rolled her over to lie on her back again. I tied up her left leg with a 
longer rope this time, and adjusted her right leg to the same length.

	"Move up. I want to get my cock up that horny cunt!"

	She was sooo slippery and hot! When I was all inside her I pulled off her 
blindfold. She looked terribly exhausted, but a happy smile was on her lips.

	"You really are one horny woman, Mary!"

	"Mmmm. Can you blame me?"

	"I don't blame you, I enjoy it. It makes my cock tingle even more that I 
know, you were thinking of Henny while you came."

	"God, yes, I was. It was so wild."

	"And you are a horny cunt! I'll just take my pleasure out of your sopping 
hole, and now I have some pretending to do. I wish it really were Henny who 
had done it. It's so hot to know that you'll do it for real on Monday."

	"Oh, yes, my lovely husband. Just pull it off in my wet cunt. Do you think 
Henny can make it as wet as this, when she sucks me on Monday? Wouldn't you 
like to watch? Come now, spurt in me. I'll try to squeeze my cunt a little, 
but it is so completely satisfied, that I'm not sure I can do it."

	A few tiny ripples went through her cunt, but they did the trick. With a 
deep moan I emptied myself into her.


Chapter four.

	The kids came home on Sunday. In the beginning they were a bit miffed about 
the whole thing. When we explained how we could not be expected to keep the 
house as a museum for their childhood, they were more accepting, and when we 
took them for a ride to the harbour to point out our new condo, they 
wholeheartedly accepted that we wanted to move. They even got to the point 
where they had fun, deciding which of their possessions were important to 
them. We all knew very well, that they should only come back home for short 
holidays. They were living a life of their own, now, as they were expected 
to do, and actually there was a lot more quiet love and friendship between 
us now, than during the last year they lived at home.

	Of course they both wanted to try out Mary's Alfa Romeo.

	"Hey, mom. That's not a car for a middle-aged mom. What did you do to him?"

	"That's not for a middle-aged mom to tell her children." There was a lot of 
good-natured teasing, and both kids were very enthusiastic about the car. 
They worked fast, and by late afternoon everything was sorted into boxes and 
bags. We had a lovely, early dinner, as they both had to catch trains to 
return to their respective universities.

	Monday morning Mary wanted to know, if I was still set on her going with 
Henny. Of course I was. I told her I would call her as soon as I had 
arranged things.

	Alice and Henny were there when I arrived.

	"Good morning, ladies."

	"Good morning."

	"I have a plan for today. You see, it's about time Alice tried to be all on 
her own. After all Henny won't be here in about 8 days. And I also need 
Henny for another purpose. What do you think, ladies? Can Alice manage on 
her own? It's my impression that she can."

	"Of course she can manage," Henny said. "I've told her and showed her 
everything about our routines. She's fully qualified."

	"Yes, I'm sure I can do it now. At least I'm very willing to give it a 
try."

	"Good. Henny, Mary wants to pick you up here and take you home, so she can 
measure the condo and draw up a plan. Would that be all right with you? Then 
you could take the rest of the day off."

	"Sure, I'd like to meet Mary again." A tiny smile curled her lips. "I can 
use all the time I can get. The movers will come next Monday, so I'd love to 
have all the small stuff packed."

	"Good. We'll talk about that later. Why don't you call Mary, and find out 
when she'll pick you up."

	"Ok, Erik, I will." She turned round to face Alice. "Don't be nervous, he 
won't bite. Just remember that he prefers first name when we are alone, and 
Mr. Hansen as soon as anybody else is present. You may just as well take 
over my desk from now on, and I'll make do with your `apprentice' desk. 
Right?"

	"OK, I'm ready."

	When Henny had finished talking to Mary she said: "Mary will be here in 
twenty minutes. What are your plans for today?"

	"Our major priority will be to find a shipment of valves on the bulk 
market. The stats arrived by messenger Friday. Remember?"

	"Yes. They are here." Alice handed me the papers.

	"OK, you are familiar with the procedures?"

	"Sure, Henny has trained me very well."

	"Good. Then I'll only add, that the quality of steel is vital for this 
product. We'll forget about the Eastern European market, because their 
information is erratic when it's best, and downright wrong when it's worst."

	At nine o'clock Henny waved good-bye. "Have a nice day. See you tomorrow."

	By eleven o'clock Alice had located a promising shipment in Milano. I 
called there, immediately. Of course there was the usual trouble with 
Italian companies: Finding someone who could speak English or German. 
Finally a very young person said: "Guten Tag, Herr Hansen..." It turned out 
that they had had an offer for half the shipment, but if I were interested 
in buying the whole lot, they'd put it on hold until Tuesday evening. I 
asked Alice to check out if there would be a plane to Milano, Tuesday around 
noon.

	"There is a connection a little before noon, but I'm afraid it will be 
difficult to return. The last direct flight Milano-Copenhagen will be at 5 
o'clock. You'll either have to book a hotel for the night, or make a 
round-trip Paris-London-Copenhagen. There is a departure for Copenhagen at 7 
Wednesday morning. You can be back here before noon."

	"That'll be the choice. Will you please find me a nice hotel in the town 
centre?"

	"Sure, Erik. Right away."

	Lunch hour was coming up. I needed to talk to dad, so I told Alice to go on 
and have lunch, I'd join her later.

	I closed my eyes and concentrated, and a minute later dad was there. "Hi, 
son. You called me?"

	"Yes, dad. You see, I'm going to Milano tomorrow, so we shall not have much 
time to work on that bubble. I'm afraid it may turn out to be a fiasco."

	"Never fear, son. There will be plenty of time. We can put a few things in 
now, and we'll have more than two hours on the plane."

	"OK. Let's go. Do I have to transform the crystal bubble in order to put 
new things into it?"

	"No. I told you to imagine, you made a lid on it. Just lift the lid and 
pour your senses into the ball. You'll still need to transform it, when we 
shall make the transition, you know."

	"Sure."

	For the next twenty minutes we poured a lot of sensations into the crystal 
ball. Some of them I had not even been aware of!

	"Dad, how long time will it take for you to see, what Mary and Henny are up 
to? They are at our new apartment."

	"Just a second. I'll go and see."

	I felt a little bit lonely after so much concentration with dad, but sure 
to his promise he was back a few seconds later.

	"Wow. They are a couple of naughty women!"

	"Is it that bad?"

	"Not bad at all. They stand close, very close, in the kitchen, rubbing 
their naked pussies against each other, and laughing a lot, they are."

	"Sounds great. I'd love to watch."

	"Remember, I can take over your body, and your spirit can go there to 
watch."

	"No, not now. Some other day, maybe. It takes too much time to make the 
transition."

	"Ok. Maybe I'll go back to watch."

	"You keep your dirty mind away. What those two are doing is within my 
private sphere, where I feel uncomfortable being watched. OK?"

	"Yes, Sir! I wouldn't want to annoy you, with a trip to Milano coming up, 
would I?"

	"You better not, old man. Bye for now."

	"Bye, son. By the way, do you want me to pick up some information about 
Alice? What she's doing at home, her preferences and so on?"

	"No, not now. We'll talk about that later. I think I prefer her to be a bit 
of mystery, yet."

	"'K, bye."

	I joined Alice in the cafeteria for the last half of her lunch break. We 
had a nice talk about her first day `in charge'.

	"I'm sure I'm going to like it here."

	"You are? I'm glad to hear that. Henny has coached you well?"

	"Oh, yes. She's very clever, you know. And very particular. `Pay attention 
to all the details', she would say all the time."

	"Ha, ha, yes, that's Henny. When she says everything is checked, I don't 
need to waste time checking once more. She also seems to know beforehand 
what I'll need."

	"I sure hope I can be as good as she is, because I really like this job. 
The way you run this, Erik, there's a lot more room for decision making, 
than you'll have in an ordinary secretarial job."

	"That's the way I like it, Alice. For instance, I'm going to Milano 
tomorrow. I'm sure you'll have everything checked. The right papers will be 
there for me, you'll make sure all statistics about the valves will be OK, 
and you'll keep the office floating while I'm gone."

	"Sure. Henny has told me how to run that. You can be sure everything is OK. 
I'm making one little difference, though. I'm preparing a tiny summary of 20 
lines, which you can have as page one. That way you can be sure you won't 
forget anything, and you'll be able to find the papers you need in a few 
seconds. I shall not be along to hand them to you at the right moment."

	"Sounds good. I'm looking forward to see it."

	I started on my lunch, and at the same time I observed her. The insecurity 
she had shown during the first days was gone. She was an exotic beauty, with 
the bearing of a dancer. Her heavy, dark eyebrows framed a pair of 
beautiful, slightly slanted, brown eyes, and her long, straight, narrow nose 
pointed down on her full, curved lips. The rest of her could best be 
described as long, slim and elegant. Already during her first week she had 
discarded her slacks and mimicked Henny's use of skirts. I was tempted to 
`order' her to wear suspenders and stockings, but on the other hand, I 
wanted to find out what she would wear on her own initiative.

	I have mentioned earlier, that she was obviously intelligent, but over the 
last 3 or 4 weeks, as she became more relaxed, I could add kindness and 
self-assurance to that, plus sometimes little bursts of dry humour. All in 
all I felt pretty sure we should get along very well.

	She returned to our office when her lunch-break was over, and I enjoyed 20 
minutes of relaxation before I joined her. The afternoon was quite 
uneventful. At about 3 o'clock Mary called to say, she was on her way home, 
and she should be there, when I arrived. Her voice was very noncommittant 
and did not offer me a guess as to her state of mind. I made up my mind to 
leave a bit early, and just as I was getting ready to go, I heard Alice have 
a talk with Henny. It was just a short `everything is OK', `he has to go to 
Milano tomorrow',  and `see you tomorrow'.


Chapter five.

	The Alfa Romeo was parked in the driveway when I got home. I found her in 
the living-room, flat on her back in the sofa, halfway between daydream and 
dreamland. The way she opened her eyelids halfway, saw me and smiled, and 
then closed her eyes again, was terribly sensual.

	"Hello, love," she mumbled. "You're home early, aren't you?"

	"Couldn't wait to see you."

	"Well, take a look, then."

	"Had a nice day?"

	"Nice is not the word, dear. Wild, crazy, horny, weird. That's better 
words. I'm exhausted. If you want anything, you'll have to take it yourself. 
I really need to rest for an hour or two. If that's OK with you."

	"Sure, love. Bless you, and have a nice rest. I have a few things to do, 
anyway." I had hardly finished talking, when I heard her breathing take on 
the slow, steady rhythm of a sleeping person. I went upstairs to change out 
of my business suit into casual slacks and a polo shirt. Back downstairs I 
should have liked to make myself a cup of cappuccino, but I was afraid the 
noise of the machine would wake her up, so I settled for a cup of café 
latte. I wanted her fully rested when I was going to take advantage of what 
she had done today.

	I went into my home `office' to make contact with dad.

	"I want to get the preparations finished today. I want to have the time on 
the plane to prepare for the meeting in Milano."

	"OK, son. Show me your crystal ball. I'm sure it's almost all in there, but 
just to make sure."

	I produced the image of the crystal ball. For a while dad kept it hanging 
in the air, turning it round, looking into it, I supposed. Of course I could 
not see him, and the sight of the turning ball was eerie, but I guessed what 
he was doing.

	"You know, dad, it may be a bit difficult to come up with an excuse to lie 
down, backside up."

	"You don't need to, son. If you are sitting in a chair, just lean forward a 
little, so your backside is free. That'll do it. I can't find anything 
missing in your crystal ball, but we'll postpone making it permanent, until 
I've had a go with it. Is that OK?"

	"Sure, dad. We'll meet sometime tomorrow evening in Milano. I guess I shall 
not have to call you!"

	"Bright boy. I'll keep an eye on you during your negotiations. Maybe I can 
pick up some information which might help you. See you later."

	In the kitchen I made myself a cheese sandwich and another cup of café 
latte. Mary looked so inviting, the way she was relaxing in the sofa. I sat 
down in the reclining armchair, and a few minutes later I was asleep too!

	We must have needed the rest, both of us, because it was almost 8 o'clock 
when I was awakened by soft kisses to my eyes and my mouth.

	"Hi, love. You needed a rest, too."

	"Sure. Had a bit of a hard day at work. And you did too."

	"Oh, yes, I needed it. I had a hard day, too, you know."

	"Was it good?"

	"That's not what I'd call it, but there's a lot of other words to describe 
what happened. I'll tell you, when I sit on you with your cock in my 
battered pussy. But first I want something to eat. I'm terribly hungry and 
thirsty."

	"I'll call the Greek diner and have them send out some salad and moussaka. 
Would you like that?"

	"Perfect. We still have a bottle of Retsina to go with it."

	I called the diner, and they would bring the stuff in 25 minutes. Meanwhile 
I held her close to me and slowly peeled off her dress. Bra and panties were 
gone, but suspenders and stockings were still there. Her pussy looked 
awfully red and swollen, and she smelled all over of dried up pussy juice. I 
was a little amazed that she didn't react with her usual enthusiasm to my 
caresses, and I told her.

	"I'm sorry, Erik. I guess I'm completely fucked out. I had never, ever 
dreamed that I could have so many orgasms or that I could suck and lick and 
fuck for more than four consecutive hours. Henny is insatiable, and at last 
I had to beg her to stop. I just couldn't take any more. Would you believe 
it? I never got the impression she was like that."

	"Not me either." (a lying bastard I am).

	"I'll take good care of you, when we have eaten, but I'll have to sit on 
you. I'm sore and battered up there, but I'll tell you some juicy details, 
and I'm sure you'll get very horny and come in a short time."

	The doorbell rang. I handed her some money and said: "I dare you to go and 
get it, the way you look now. I'm sure the delivery boy will appreciate it."

	"You are? Well, if that's your kick, I'll do it." She blew me a kiss as she 
walked into the hall. I heard the front door open, a mumbled conversation, 
then the door closed, and Mary returned into the kitchen with a big smile on 
her mouth, and two boxes in her arms.

	"Ha, you should have seen the poor boy! He almost dropped the boxes. He 
ogled me like he was Paul Newman, and before he left, I could see his cock 
pushing his pants. Perfect idea, nasty old man."

	She dropped the boxes on the glass table and produced a couple of plates 
from the cupboards, while I mixed the Retsina with mineral water and ice 
cubes.

	"Tonight you have to be naked under the glass, too. Will you please drop 
your clothes?"

	The thought of that young boy looking at my almost naked wife, had added 
half an inch to Mr. Cock's proud display of his lust. A fact, which Mary 
immediately noticed when we sat down.

	"Impressive, dear. Play with him and tell me: Was it that boy looking at me 
that made you so horny? Or was it what Henny did to this pussy today?" She 
patted her naked cunt with a big smile on her face.

	"Both, my dear, both. Or rather, it was you! The fact that my dear wife has 
turned into a daring, horny whore, who in one day will fuck another woman, 
and show her naked body to a young boy. That's what made me this horny!"

	"God, Erik, you are a smooth talker, but keep it up. I love it. In return 
I'll tell you a little about what we did today, but I'll save some of the 
good stuff for another day, when I'm not as fucked out as I am tonight. OK?"

	"OK."

	When we had finished the meal, Mary took my hand and led me to our bedroom. 
She placed me on my back, my cock sticking straight up into the air. She 
sucked and masturbated me a little, before she slowly impaled herself on me. 
By the time she did it, I must have had a hard on for hours, and it was 
sheer pleasure feeling her hot cunt round me.

	"Now you take it easy and leave things to me. Don't try to hold back. If 
you feel like coming, just let it go. Right?"

	"Right."

	"Henny first took me to the kitchen. She said we should measure the 
apartment room by room, and then she'd suck me to an orgasm in each room we 
finished. Really, that's what she said! It was terribly sensual, the way she 
undressed me in the kitchen and then she pulled off her own dress and kissed 
me. You would have loved to see us, naked except from stockings and 
suspenders, and our shoes, walking around with the tape measure."

	While she was talking she fucked me slowly and stared into my eyes.

	"When we had measured the kitchen, I was standing up with my back to the 
kitchen table. Henny came up to me and kissed me. Very hot. She fondled my 
breasts and touched my wet pussy. Then she grabbed my hips and told me to 
help her. A second later I was sitting on the kitchen table, and Henny moved 
a chair over, so she could sit down in front of me. She grabbed my ankles 
and lifted my feet up to the table so I was sitting there, very, very open. 
She said she wanted me to remember this, every time I'd be cooking in my new 
kitchen, and then she licked me, Erik. God, did she lick me. My clit, my 
vagina, my asshole, all of it! It was terribly wild!"

	The idea of Mary sitting on that kitchen table, exactly as Henny had sat 
there the first time we fucked, did it to me! Hours of pent up passion 
poured out of me, up into my wife.

	"Mmmm. Good boy." She leaned down and kissed me lovingly, and a little 
later, when my cock had dwindled, she rolled off me and lay down on my 
shoulder.

	Later I told her how I had to go to Milano the next day to stay overnight, 
and I asked her not to shower, because I wanted her smelling of love in the 
morning, before I left for work.

	"Great idea, love. I'm sure I'll be a lot better after a good night's 
sleep."


Chapter six

	Mary was right, she was a lot better Tuesday morning! Good thing I had to 
go to work, or she would have worn me down. I packed a small overnight bag, 
a shirt and an extra set of underwear. It was a wonder that I was only five 
minutes late at the office.

	Henny checked Alice's work in preparation of my trip, and declared 
everything perfect. When Alice left the room for a short moment, Henny 
smiled at me. "Well, did you have a nice evening, yesterday?"

	"Well, fair, I'd say. Did you have to wear her out completely?"

	"I wore her out? I seem to remember that she wore me out!"

	"All right, all right, so you two wore each other out. I have no complaints 
about this morning, though."

	Alice returned, which stopped our conversation. Around ten I took off for 
the airport and left the office in two very competent pair of hands. The 
flight was as uneventful as most flights, and at three I was calling for a 
taxi outside the airport in Milano. The traffic was very heavy, and the ride 
lasted almost three quarters of an hour. The driver stopped in front of a 
typical Italian, medium sized factory. On the outside it looked very run 
down, as if it had not seen paint since world war two, but as soon as you 
got inside the building ,it was very nice, everything quite modern and well 
maintained. At the reception a pretty woman in her thirties came to meet me.

	"Hello, you must be Mr. Hansen."

	"Yes, that's me."

	"I'm Vera Ougd. Welcome. Our sales manager is waiting for you in his 
office. I'm supposed to be there too, to act as a translator." I immediately 
labelled her as a likely `target'. Very pretty, very Mediterranean, with a 
lovely smile.

	The negotiations were pretty easy. He showed me a couple of the valves in 
question and told their story. They had been ordered by a French company, 
which stopped payments two weeks ago, and would most likely be declared 
broke. The specifications were up to our standards, but he started out 
demanding 1 euro per valve. (A little over 1 dollar). I could have them 
produced in Sweden at that price.

	There was a bit of bickering about price, quantity and quality, but 
suddenly dad was in my head. "His absolute low will be 52 cents. Lower than 
that he'll lose money."

	I noticed that he had an espresso machine in his office.

	"Mr. Capello. I see you have an espresso machine. I think we should benefit 
from a little break and a nice cup of coffee."

	Vera interrupted. "Of course. Sorry I was so impolite. I'll make us some 
coffee right away." While the machine was humming Mr. Capello pointed out 
the view towards Milano centre from his windows, and I transferred an image 
of himself in a relaxed state plus the figure 52, into his mind. When Vera 
called us to the small table in the office, for our coffee, I `ordered' her 
to take care of me after the negotiations were over, and that she should 
accept my invitation to have dinner with me.

	When we started again, we quickly settled on a price of 54 cents, which was 
way below ordinary value. An excellent deal for me, and he still had a 
little skin on his nose.

	We shook hands, and I turned to Vera. "Ms. Ougd. I've never been to Milano. 
I should be most honoured, if you would join me for dinner. I hope you know 
a few really good restaurants."

	"But, thank you, Mr. Hansen. Yes, I know a few. What kind of food would you 
like? Italian, French, Middle East?"

	"I'd prefer high end Italian. Of course, if you prefer anything else, we'll 
have that."

	"No, no. I love Italian food, too. Wait a second, I'll make a phone call to 
make sure we shall have a table."

	She returned from the phone and said: "Sure, a table for two at 8:30"

	"That's fine. I shall even have time to go and see the cathedral."

	"Sure. I'll drop you off at the cathedral. It's right on my way home. I'll 
have to change out of these office clothes, and then we can meet at a café 
around 6:30.  Would that be OK?"

	"Splendid."

	The drive into Milan was a little bit too exciting. The traffic was heavy, 
and Vera's style was very Italian, i.e. fast, reckless and dangerous. Before 
she dropped me off, she pointed out a café on a corner, and said: "I'll be 
there at 6:30."  I just managed to transfer my wish of sexy underwear, and 
then she was gone.

	Fortunately my hotel was just around the corner. There was plenty of time 
for me to check in, make sure the bar was open till midnight, return to the 
piazza and visit the cathedral. It was every bit as impressive, beautiful, 
and awe-inspiring as I had expected from the pictures, and then some. 
Shortly before 6:30 I sat down at one of the tables in front of the bar. 
Compared to Copenhagen it was a warm, lovely spring evening. At 6:35 I saw 
her coming, and for a short moment I regretted my promise to dad. She looked 
awesome! A red dress clinging to her voluptuous body, hips swaying as she 
walked towards me.

	"Hi," she said as I got up from my chair to welcome her. "I guessed you'd 
like to sit outside for a while, so I brought my coat."

	Over the next hour and a half we had a lot of fun. She was a bright, 
educated person, and her sense of humour was very well developed. While we 
consumed a couple of glasses of white wine and a cup of espresso, we covered 
a lot of subjects, and I planted the first couple of images in her mind. At 
eight o'clock the evening was getting cooler, so we got up and started 
towards the restaurant, she had chosen. It turned out to be a lovely room, 
and about as different from your typical tourist-Italian-restaurant as could 
be. High oak panelling, almost black from age, comfortable chairs, and not 
one Chianti bottle or picture of peasant girls.

	I left it to Vera to chose the menu and place the order with the waiter. 
Meanwhile I took a very direct approach at mind control, considering there 
was no time to let the more subtle hints do the trick. I ordered her to 
follow me back to the hotel for a drink in the bar, and that she should 
become very horny while we had a nightcap. Last I ordered her to follow me, 
when I invited her to my room. The rest I left to dad. While we waited for 
the food, Vera made a small trip to the bathroom. I called dad.

	"Hi, son. What a gorgeous woman."

	"Sure, I'm kind of regretting my promise. Have you followed me?"

	"Yes, all afternoon."

	"Do you know what I've ordered her to do, when we have finished dinner?"

	"Yes, I got that, too."

	"Are you sure you can find your way back to the hotel?"

	"Yes, no problem."

	"Do you want to take over now? Then you can also have the food."

	"That would be lovely. I'm not as good at English as you are, but she's 
not, either, and I don't think she'll notice."

	"OK. When she returns I'll go to the bathroom, and we can change. You must 
promise, though, that you are on the alert, if I suddenly panic and want to 
return. It is a long time, you know."

	"Sure, I'll very much pay attention, son."

	When Vera returned I went to the bathroom. In the stall I brought out the 
crystal ball. Slowly I transformed it into the proper, soft bubble and 
placed it in the image of myself that I had formed. As I imagined how I left 
my body through my backside, I felt dad take over from the front. When we 
had finished the process and I was floating in the corner of the stall, we 
had used only two minutes. I followed him when he returned to the table and 
picked up on the conversation. For a short while I `sat down' in a free 
chair beside them, to follow their conversation. It seemed that Vera had not 
noticed a thing.

	I have to admit that dad was good! He really had her attention. He made her 
laugh, he made her blush, he asked her questions, so two thirds of their 
conversation was Vera telling about herself. Gradually a strange thing 
happened. I got embarrassed! If they had been two strangers, I should have 
enjoyed it, but it was my father! Then and there I realised, I had developed 
a strange kind of love and affection for him, and this was too close. Too 
personal. I decided to try out the possibility he had told me about. I would 
leave them. I sent him a message about what I intended, asked him to be a 
little on the alert, and to play with his knife if he had understood. A few 
seconds later I watched my own hand reach for the table knife and spin it on 
the tablecloth.

	For a little while I drifted around in the restaurant, listening in at a 
few conversations, but as they were all in Italian, I did not understand a 
word. I drifted out into the piazza. Strange, how I did not feel the 
difference in temperature at all. The huge cathedral stretched like a black 
mountain towards the stars, and I wished it had still been open to visitors, 
so I could get inside. And then I was inside! The room was huge, almost like 
a world of its own. In a few corners candles were flickering in front of 
small altars, but the light was too weak to penetrate the vast darkness. 
Lights from the city seeped in through the stained glass windows and made 
the structure of the high ceiling discernable. For a while I drifted around 
in the comfortable darkness. I also tried out how it worked, this business 
about wishing to be somewhere. If I wished to be in front of one of the 
small altars, I was there. If I wished to be up under the high ceiling, I 
was there. For a while I just floated in the centre of the huge room.

	I got a scary feeling that I was not alone in the room. I could not see 
anything, but I was aware of several presences. I guessed they were 
`spirits' like myself, but it was much too disturbing for me, so I wished 
for the piazza again, and was out there immediately. I paid a short visit to 
the restaurant. Dad and Vera were at the dessert, and he sure had played his 
cards. They were touching hands, laughing and smiling. I decided to go back 
to the hotel bar and wait for them there.

	The bar was quite full. I had some fun drifting around and guess who people 
were. Here was a couple, obviously married for some years; there were two, 
who must have met only recently. Quite a number of single men, but only a 
few single women. Two of those women seemed to be hookers, who had an 
agreement with the bartender. They would receive drinks from some of the 
single men, but when the bartender poured out an expensive drink for them, 
it was nothing but different kinds of coloured water. I guessed they would 
split the price difference between them.

	Vera and dad arrived, arm in arm. She looked gorgeous, and dad smiled like 
the cat that drowned in the milk. I recognised the smile. After all it was 
my body he was using! I decided then and there, that I would leave them 
alone for three hours. What on earth was I to do with all that time? A young 
couple got up from their table and headed for the lift. I followed them. In 
the lift they kissed and groped, and they had hardly entered their room 
before they were naked. She was a skinny kind of a woman, but she sure was 
active. She dragged him to the bed and yelled something in Italian. She 
grabbed his cock and pulled it towards her pussy, and she groaned and panted 
when finally she had it inside her.

	This was really weird! If I had watched a porn movie like this, it would 
have made me very hard and horny. Now I felt like a non-committed observer! 
There was no tingle, no hard cock, no nothing! In fact it was utterly 
boring. I could register that she was a woman I would surely love to fuck, 
and if I met her when I got my body back, I think I'd try to hit on her; but 
for now it was nothing. I began to understand my dad. I drifted out of the 
room and floated slowly towards the bar. Vera and dad had left. I decided to 
pay them a short visit.

	When I arrived in my room, a lovely sight met me. Vera was half naked, 
dressed in a pretty corselet and stockings. She was kissing dad intensely, 
and his hands were caressing her round ass. I heard her whisper: "Wait a 
second, I have to use the bathroom."

	I used the opportunity and told dad to use no more than two hours on this. 
"It's utterly boring to float about."

	"And this is terribly exciting. I'll forever be grateful to you, and I'll 
be finished in two hours."

	"Good. I can't stand this much longer."

	"Try to fly upwards. Can be rewarding."

	We heard Vera getting ready to leave the bathroom, and I got ready to 
leave. I just threw one glance at her as she came back into the room, and I 
decided then and there, that if ever I were going to Milano in the future, 
I'd have her myself.

	When I got outside, I decided to follow dad's advice. I floated upwards, 
and was rewarded with a most beautiful sight of Milano by night. Glittering 
lights, car-lights moving about, and when I got higher up, the dark 
countryside around the town formed a beautiful frame around the city. A 
little higher up, and I could spot the distant lights from Genova. While I 
was staring that way, I got a terrible scare, and I learned something about 
the nature of this. Much too late I saw an airplane approaching me very 
fast. It had probably started form Milano airport, and was on the climb to 
flying altitude. I did not get out of its way, and the wing passed right 
through me! I did not feel a thing, and I was not even pushed by it.

	Dad had been right, advising me to fly upwards. Time flew by a lot faster 
than I had imagined, and suddenly I felt how dad dragged me back towards the 
hotel room. It was not as if I was dragged down through the air, the way I 
had flown upwards. I was just there, in the room, and slowly I was pulled 
back into my own body on the bed. It hit me like a blow by a hammer: The 
smells, the sounds, and my exhausted body, the feeling of satisfaction. It 
was all there again.

	"Hi, son. How are you?"

	"Well, how are YOU?"

	"Hilarious. Excited. I can't believe it. Wonderful. Better than anything."

	"Good for you! I can't say I loved it."

	"I'm sorry about that. We'll make it shorter, if there'll be another time. 
Which I surely hope."

	"Is this what it's going to be like when I die?"

	"No, no. I'll explain it to you, later. It's only here, in the no-land 
between life and afterlife."

	"Well, was it what you expected? She sure was a good-looking woman. Where 
is she, by the way?"

	"She had to go home to her husband. And yes, it was a lot better than I 
expected. Even if we should never repeat this, I shall be grateful to you, 
forever."

	"You must have been hard at it. I feel all exhausted."

	"You didn't watch?"

	"No. I knew how much I hated it myself, when you watched, so I kept out of 
the way."

	"OK. Let's say, she was a most vigorous lady in bed. Thank God you are in 
pretty good shape for your age."

	"OK, dad. Let's talk about it later. I have to get some rest. I have to 
catch a plane at 8 o'clock. I've ordered room service to wake me up at 6."

	"That's all right, son. And thank you. Thank you again. See you tomorrow on 
the plane, will that be all right?"

	"Sure. Bye, dad."

	Five minutes later I was fast asleep.





PART THREE


Chapter one.

	We had not even reached flying altitude, when dad was by me. I could not 
see him, of course, but the eager way he talked to me, reminded me of a 
little boy jumping in excitement, talking like a machine gun.

	"Dear boy, if I could hug you and squeeze you, I would."

	"Was it that good?"

	"Better. Better. Like nothing else. Better, of course, because it's so long 
time ago, but also because the girls of your generation are a lot more 
liberated than they were in my time."

	"Good for you, I'd say. But, like I told you, next time we'll have to make 
it shorter. I can't say I enjoyed all those hours."

	"Of course. You decide. I found out something I didn't know. When I'm in 
your body, I can use your powers of mind control. You know, I can't control 
anything when I'm `on the other side'. The power I could use was not as 
strong, as when it's yourself, but I managed to make her do a few things on 
my orders."

	"Did you feel things as strongly as I would have done?"

	"I think so. As far as I remember, at least. We only need a few adjustments 
to your bubble. The balance of tastes is not quite like I remember it, and 
I'd like my hands to be a bit more sensitive. That's all."

	"We can do that at a later time. By the way, it was a great help to know 
his minimum price during negotiations. I made a huge profit for the company, 
you know. Should give me a nice bonus."

	"Sorry, son, I should have mentioned this before, but my head has been all 
full of this sex-business! I think you should consider a renegotiation with 
your employers."

	"Why?"

	"You are cutting their expenditure right now, and it's easy for you to 
point out the profits, you have generated. In about a year they have got 
used to this low expenditure on pre-fabricated parts, and your bonuses will 
drop drastically, or you'll have a lot of negotiation to do. You should 
negotiate a new deal, giving you a much higher salary and benefits, and a 
lot less from bonuses. I'd say, triple or quadruple your present salary. 
Just think it over, there's no rush."

	"That sounds like a good idea. I'll think it over. Right now I have a few 
hefty bonuses coming up. I think I'll take them first."

	"Good thing. As far as I can figure out, you'll have something close to a 
million dollars coming your way, around the first of May."

	"I never thought I'd get that rich, dad. I had given up on the career 
stuff."

	"I know, son, I know. And I have something even better for you, if you 
don't mind. We can talk about it some other day. For now I think you should 
prepare yourself for your homecoming. Mary is absolutely on tenterhooks. 
She's horny, she misses you, and she's been fiddling her cuffs and ropes all 
morning."

	"Oh, dear. That may become interesting."

	I closed my eyes and relaxed. Actually I managed to fall asleep for more 
than an hour, so I was pretty relaxed by the time we hit ground in 
Copenhagen Airport. From the lounge I called Mary. She was happy I was back, 
and she told me how much she had missed me. I promised I should try to get 
home a little earlier.

	At the office everything was in perfect order, of course. After a short 
lunch I visited production, to show them the valves I had bought. They were 
very enthusiastic about the quality, not to mention the price. Alice and 
Henny were quite relaxed when I returned, and we talked a little about 
Henny's departure. I proposed that we threw a small good-bye party in our 
office on Friday. The movers were coming to Henny's on Monday, and she would 
fly to Vancouver on Tuesday. I also paid Mr. Peterson a short visit to 
report on our Italian deal. He was most enthusiastic, and I used the 
opportunity to prepare his mind with a few ideas about my position in the 
company.

	I called Mary around three to tell her, I'd probably leave office in half 
an hour.

	"Was it a nice trip?"

	"Well, a bit boring, but for the company it was rewarding. How have you 
been?"

	"I've missed you. Can't wait to have you back here. See you, love."

	"Bye."

	That was all, but the tone in her voice told me a lot more. I was happy I 
remembered to buy her a small, red Gucci scarf at the airport. On my way 
home in the Toyota I decided to take on the role of a dominant husband, 
using his woman to his own pleasure.

	As soon as I rolled up our driveway, Mary opened the front door. I could 
not help but admiring her looks. Actually she had not changed very much 
physically, but these last six months had changed her attitude dramatically. 
She looked terribly good. A happy smile on her face, a thin, slinky dress 
made of some shiny, smooth material to enhance her bodily charms, and 
clearly showing her suspenders and stockings. It also displayed her 
beautiful, medium-sized breasts, which bore no evidence at all of her 
breastfeeding two children.

	"Welcome home, Sir." She could not wait till the door was closed. She threw 
her arms round my neck and kissed me, while she pressed her lovely body 
against mine. "So good to have you back."

	"Thank you, dear, it's good to see you. And to feel you."

	"You're most welcome, Sir."

	Once inside I gave her the little parcel with the Gucci scarf. "I hope it's 
the right colour."

	"Ooohh, thank you, dear. Yes, I think it is just the right colour for the 
Alfa Romeo. I'm getting quite Italian."

	She tied the scarf round her neck, and guided me into the living room. "Sit 
down, love, I'll be right back with a couple of cups of espresso."

	She had prepared a small tray with my favourite whisky, her own favourite 
brandy, and a couple of glasses. I sat down in the sofa, and I felt my cock 
stir when she came back from the kitchen, her lovely, rounded hips swaying 
in the enticing way, which only high heels can render. She poured the coffee 
and sat down in one of the armchairs.

	"Tell me, how was your trip?"

	"Business-wise it was a tremendous success. Personally a bit boring. You 
know, hotels are the same all over."

	"No little naughty escapades?"

	"None at all. How about yourself?"

	"No nothing. I've been busy preparing for the move. I've found a painter, 
who can start on Tuesday if we want. And I've had a real daydream."

	"Tell me."

	"I hope so much that we can afford it."

	"Now you scare me."

	"Sure. I should love it ever so much, if we could afford a new kitchen, 
Italian modern style, to go with our glass table. Our new kitchen is very 
big, and I'd also love for one of the kitchen-tables to be so long, that you 
can lay me down on it when you want to shave me."

	"Ha, ha. Using sex as a bait?"

	She laughed. "Yes."

	"Sure we can afford it. I have a pretty hefty bonus coming up. I have to 
admit that I'm all for it. The kitchen was the only room which didn't look 
like a million."

	"Hurrahhh. God, Erik, you are a wonderful husband."

	"I'll leave it to your good judgement to chose the right kitchen, but I 
want you to chose the one you like best, without any consideration to the 
price. Right?"

	She jumped out of her chair and sat down on my lap, kissing me eagerly all 
over my face.

	I slapped her round ass and looked at her sternly: "And now I want to feel 
some wet cunt round my cock. Get up now, strip for me and then go fetch your 
cuffs."

	"Yes, Sir!" I felt like a Pasha, sitting in my sofa while she stripped for 
me. She did little dancing steps in between. Her dress must have been 
designed with stripping in mind. It seemed like there were buttons and 
zippers all over, each opening up to interesting peeks to tits, belly and 
thighs. Her strip tease made me pretty horny and I decided for a fuck right 
away. Suddenly the dress seemed to fall apart all by itself. It slid down 
her shoulders and her body, and left her in all her glory: Naked except for 
stockings, garter belt, high heels and her new, red scarf.  I clapped my 
hands.

	"Very impressive, very sexy! I've changed my mind. I want you to go and 
take out your cuffs and stay up in the bedroom. I'll finish my whisky and 
then I'll be with you." As she disappeared up the stairs, the high heels 
made her ass wriggle in the loveliest way.

	I kept my clothes on while I tied up her legs and her left arm. I could not 
help noticing, that her cuntlips were swollen and damp before I ever touched 
her. "Play with that whoring cunt while I get out of my clothes. I want it 
good and wet." There was still a little left of her old shyness, because she 
closed her eyes, while her hand travelled down across her belly to reach for 
her lips. While I got out of my shirt and tie, she circled her clit with 
tiny movements.

	"Dip a finger and tell me how it tastes."

	"It tastes as if I've been horny all afternoon, Sir."

	"Good. You know I love that musky taste. Play with it again, but you are 
not allowed to come. I don't want it diluted with a bath of fresh juice."

	"Then I'll have to do it very slowly, Sir, because I'm very, very horny, 
now."

	"Then do it slowly!"

	I got rid of the rest of my clothes, and then I grabbed her right hand and 
tied it to the headrest as well. I climbed the bed and started kissing my 
way down from her belly button. As I sucked little bits of her belly-skin 
into my mouth and bit it, she groaned, almost like the purr of a big cat, 
and when my tongue separated her cuntlips, she yelped. Her clit was big and 
hard, so I sucked it in and started shaking my head from side to side, 
bathing my mouth and my chin in her abundant juice. I felt her clit suddenly 
retract, a sure sign that her orgasm was very close. When I pulled my mouth 
away from her cunt she cried: "Oh, no, Erik, don't stop. Don' stop, please. 
I'm so close."

	"I know. And I want to feel you come round my cock."

	I shifted around and slid my cock into her, like the proverbial hot knife 
into butter. She was so slick and slimy. A long "aahhhhhhhh" escaped her, 
and she opened her eyes. I leaned down as if to kiss her.

	"Get your tongue out and lick your juice off my mouth and my chin. It sure 
tastes of a horny woman." I fucked slowly in and out of her, while her 
pointed tongue cleaned my face, like a little kitten would lick you.

	"What has my horny wife been thinking of, that could make her so horny all 
afternoon."

	"Oh, please fuck me, now. We can talk when you've fucked me."

	"No chance, my whore. I want you to talk while you are almost coming."

	"God, you nasty man. All right, I'll tell you. I thought of your big cock 
splitting me. I even put the dildo up there to get that feeling."

	"And what more did you think of."

	"Don't make me tell now."

	"I'll pull out of you immediately if you don't tell."

	"Oh, my God. Please don't think I'm gross. I thought of Henny, of course. 
And I thought I'd invite her to stay here, on her last night in Denmark, so 
we could fuck her, both of us. I think she'd be willing to do that. I almost 
came, just thinking of sucking your sperm out of her cunt. There. That's how 
I got so horny all day."

	"You really want to do that? Wouldn't you mind to watch me fuck her?"

	"Yes, I'd really want that, and no, I don't think I'd be jealous watching 
you."

	"All right, we'll do it, but on one condition."

	"What condition."

	"Now it's your turn not to call me gross. Before a week has passed, I want 
you to order a pizza and open the door, dressed like you were last time. 
Then I want you to take the boy into our living room and fuck him on the 
sofa."

	"Oh, my God, Erik. You're crazy."

	"Yes, but so are you."

	"Yes I am. I know. But he's just a boy, no more than 17 or 18. Do you think 
he'd want to fuck an old girl like me?"

	"Well, you told how he ogled you the last time."

	"He sure did. I have to admit it made me tingle all over."

	"OK. Have we got a deal?"

	"Yes. Yessss. And now FUCK MEEEE. Fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck."

	So I certainly fucked her. Hard, wild, and violent. When she started coming 
after only a couple of minutes, she pulled her ropes so hard, the whole bed 
was shaking, and her spasming cunt made me come too. I collapsed on top of 
her, my shrinking cock still inside. When it finally plopped out of her wet 
hole, I rolled over on my side, looking down on her.

	"My God, Mary, you have become one lovely, horny whore." I placed my right 
hand on her smooth cunt, covering it with my palm. "I can hardly believe 
what we just promised each other."

	"Do you regret?"

	"Damn, no, woman. But it's the kind of fantasies that very few people get 
to live out."

	"For me they were not even fantasies, until recently. Do you really want me 
to fuck that pizza-boy?"

	"Yes I do. I want to see you seduce him and fuck him for good."  I slipped 
a finger between her cuntlips and diddled her clit softly. "I'm sure it 
would make me terribly horny to watch this lovely cunt swallow a strange 
cock."

	"Oohhhh. If you play with it much more, I'll be ready to call him right 
now! God, you make me so crazy, Erik."

	"Mmmm, lovely. You make me crazy too. I'd love you to fuck him right now, 
but we'll have to wait, till he goes his last round just before ten 
o'clock."

	She humped her cunt eagerly against my hand. "Will you fuck me right after 
he has finished?"

	"Nothing could stop me!"

	"Then fuck me now. I'm so wet and filled up with your sperm. It would feel 
the same."

	Once again I slipped my cock into her. Of course she was slimy and wet and 
hot up there. The thought of a boy making her just as hot and slippery was 
so horny. She smiled at me.

	"Do you really think you'd enjoy it, if it was another man who had made my 
cunt feel this wild?"

	"Aaahhh, yes. I can hardly wait."

	"Good. I can hardly wait, either. What'll you do if I get very horny with 
him? Won't it make you jealous?"

	"Not at all. I couldn't be jealous because of a boy. Just horny."

	"Oh, my God. Let's do it tonight. I want to fuck him tonight. AAaaaaaa."

	For a split second I considered if I should pretend to come, just to save a 
bit of passion for later that night, but I didn't get a chance. Then and 
there Mary proved how really dirty fucking takes place between your ears. 
She threw her eyes wide open, groaned and panted, and whispered: "I'm going 
to fuck that boy tonight. AAaaaahhhhh, you horny bastard." She slipped into 
a long, violent orgasm, which I could not resist. Her cunt opened up, 
slippery and soaked, and her contractions milked my own orgasm out of me. 
With a groan I collapsed on top of her.


Chapter two.

	I had just untied Mary, when the consistent ringing of our phone disturbed 
us. I reached out across Mary and took it.

	"Hello. Hansen speaking."

	"Hello, Mr. Hansen. I'm John Overgaard from Hartvig Consult. I wonder if 
you could spare me a few minutes of your time this late afternoon. I have a 
very interesting proposition for you from a major German industrial 
corporation."

	"OK, Mr. Overgaard, speak up."

	"I can't very well tell you much on the phone. What I had in mind was to 
pay you a short visit, let's say around six o'clock. All I can say here is 
that it should be most rewarding for you, if you'd listen to me for a few 
minutes."

	I looked at my watch. It was twenty to six. I looked at Mary and whispered: 
"It's some guy from a consulting firm who wants to visit us in twenty 
minutes. Can we get proper in time for that?"  She smiled and nodded.

	"OK, Mr. Overgaard. Apparently you know where I live, right?"

	"Sure I do."

	"OK. Lets say six sharp. Is that all right with you?"

	"Sure, Mr. Hansen. See you in twenty minutes."

	We jumped out of bed, did a perfunctory clean up in the bathroom and got 
dressed at five to six. "What was all that about," Mary asked.

	"I haven't got the faintest idea, but he said he represented a major German 
industrial corporation. It might be worth the effort to give him five 
minutes."

	"Sure. Let's go downstairs. I'll prepare some coffee."

	At six sharp the doorbell rang. A rather large, heavyset young man was on 
the front steps.

	"Good day, Mr. Hansen. Nice of you to accept my visit on such short 
notice."

	"Come on in." I guided him into the living room. "My wife will bring us a 
cup of coffee."

	"I'll make this short, Mr. Hansen. The last few quarterly results of your 
company have called attention, in Germany too. It wasn't much of an effort 
to find the source of this sudden rise in profits."

	"OK. Are you here to tell me that?"

	"No. Of course you know that yourself. I've been approached by Siemens of 
Germany. They could use a man of your talents."

	"I'm not so sure they can. Their production is too large to benefit from 
what I can do. They need constant supplies of parts."

	"You're absolutely right, as far as their major production is concerned. 
But they also have a fairly large production, which is sold under different 
brand names."

	At this time Mary entered the living room with a tray of coffee and a few 
glasses. Overgaard stopped his narrative and looked at her.

	"Meet my wife, Mary. This is Mr. Overgaard."

	They shook hands.

	"You can go on, Mr. Overgaard. Mary will have to know about this anyway."

	"OK. As long as we keep this between us for the time being."

	"Sure."

	"Well, these productions vary very much in size and quality, and Siemens 
are quite sure that you are the right man for this department."

	"That sounds reasonable. Could I ask you how sure they are?"

	"Well, they are willing to make it worthwhile for you to move to Germany."

	"I could say that at the moment I feel it worthwhile to work in Denmark."

	"Sure. We know of your present arrangement, with the bonuses and all. We 
also know that you have about a million coming up presently. We have 
analysed your near future, and the bonuses you can achieve will be 
dwindling, as they will be compared to an already profitable situation."

	At this time I asked Mary to pour us some coffee, and I could also do with 
a whisky to clear my head. After all it was only half an hour ago that we 
were fucking and talking about doing it with other men or women!

	"I've had that in mind, Mr. Overgaard. I'll probably renegotiate my 
position later this year."

	"Siemens want me to make you this opening offer: They are willing to pay 
you six times your present salary. No direct bonuses on the individual 
trades you make, but a half percent bonus out of the department's total 
earnings. You'll get authority to hire your own staff, up till 5 persons. 
This would make you a fairly wealthy man in Germany, Mr. Hansen."

	I contemplated this for a moment. No doubt he was right. On a salary of 
this size I'd be able to live a comfortable life in Germany. On the other 
hand I knew that I was not terribly attracted to the German industrial 
culture. It is a strict hierarchy, almost a military structure.

	"I'm sure, you don't expect me to give you an immediate answer, Mr. 
Overgaard. After all, it's a very serious decision to move to another 
country."

	"We are all very well aware of that, Mr. Hansen. What we have in mind is 
this: If you are not at all interested, you tell me so right away. If, on 
the other hand, you are willing to consider our proposal, Siemens will give 
you three weeks to come up with a request for further negotiations. In the 
meantime, you are most welcome to visit the headquarters of this department, 
which are placed in Bielefeld. Just call and announce your arrival."

	"Then I'd have to say that I find your proposal most interesting. I'll have 
to think it over, of course, and I'll have to discuss it with my wife."

	"Probably also with your present employer, Mr. Hansen. Our only request in 
that context is, that you never mention the Siemens name. You can accept 
that?"

	"Of course, Mr. Overgaard."

	"Thank you, Mr. Hansen. Now, I've taken the time I asked for, so I've 
better get on my way." He got up from his chair and stretched out his hand 
towards Mary. "Good bye, Mrs. Hansen, nice meeting you. And good-bye, Mr. 
Hansen. I hope to hear from you in a near future."

	We followed him to the front door, and then we returned to the living room.

	"Phew, Mary. Things are really happening today, aren't they? Will you 
please pour me another whisky? Have a cognac yourself."

	"Talk about the fast lane, dear! Six times your present salary! That's a 
hell of a lot of money."

	"Sure. But if I could persuade the company to give me a rise of, say four 
times, I think I'd prefer to stay in Denmark."

	"Of course I'd prefer that, too. But if you want to go, I'll go with you, 
love. I'm so proud of you." She came over to sit on my lap, kissing and 
caressing me very lovingly. "Of course we'd have to give up the new 
apartment."

	"You know what? That apartment was your idea, all right, but I've really 
grown to love the thought of living there. I'd hate to give it up."

	"Me too."

"You know what we'll do? We'll get the painter started, but we'll put the 
new kitchen on hold, until I've had a few discussions with some of my 
directors. That will give you plenty of time to search for the perfect 
kitchen. Right?"

"Right, love. That's what we'll do." She kissed me again, and then she went 
back to her armchair. I leaned my head on the back of the sofa and closed my 
eyes. A myriad of images flashed through my mind, inspired by all the 
things, which had happened during the last few hours. I opened my eyes and 
looked at Mary.

"I can hardly comprehend it all, Mary. Living the rich life here or in 
Bielefeld; Henny staying overnight on Monday; you fucking the pizza-boy 
later tonight. Some changes taking place in this house."

"You know what, dear? I think we should postpone the pizza-boy a few days. 
Let's grab our leather jackets and have a spin in the Alfa Romeo. I read in 
the paper the other day that they have opened a new gourmet restaurant, on 
the quay opposite our new apartment. We could end up there for a nice 
supper. What do you think?"

"Mary, my sweet rose and my gem. You get the most perfect ideas. Let's go."



Chapter three.

	Thursday morning was sheer routine. With two secretaries taking care of 
business I had hardly anything to do. Just  before lunch I noticed Henny 
talking on the phone for a rather long time. Now and again she would look at 
me for a short moment with a `funny' look on her face, and then she would 
concentrate again on the person she was talking to. When she had finished 
the conversation, she sent Alice off to lunch.

	"That was Mary. Did you know she would invite me to stay at your place 
Monday night?"

	"Yes, she mentioned it."

	"Do you also know about her plans?"

	"Not in detail, but I think I've got the general idea."

	She stepped up to me; unceremoniously she raised her skirt and whispered: 
"Feel how wet she has just made me."

	Her thin panties were soaked through.

	"Take me into the archive and fuck me. Right now! God, she is a horny 
woman. I can hardly wait for Monday. Come, Erik, I need you to fuck me. I 
need it badly."

	There was absolutely no finesse about it. We had hardly locked the door 
behind us, when she reached down, pulled off her panties, and stuffed them 
into her handbag. Two seconds later she was on the desk, feet behind the two 
supports and her cunt spread vulgarly open.

	"Just put it in and fuck me, Erik, I'm dying for it!"

	Juice glistened in the opening of her cunt, and she was her usual tight and 
hot self. God, that cunt was Heaven for a hard cock. She lasted only five 
minutes before her first orgasm hit her. Those deep groans could wake up a 
eunuch's cock! I stopped moving in her so I could really enjoy the violent, 
hot cramps up there. When she came down to earth I started fucking again, 
slowly for a start.

	"Ahhh," I mumbled, "you sure have one luscious and horny cunt. I love 
fucking it."

	"Mmmm, my cunt loves it when you do. Please, fuck me slowly a little more."

	"You love it this way?"

	"I love it, any way you fuck me! But I want to tell you something."

	"Go on."

	"You must try to hit on Alice. My intuition tells me she's a very horny 
woman, but she's too shy, and if you don't do anything about it, nothing 
will happen."

	"God, you are something, Henny. You are telling me I should fuck your 
replacement?"

	"MMmmm. It makes me horny to think about it! If I had any idea that she 
likes women, I'd take her myself. But I feel sure she doesn't."

	Gradually I fucked her harder and faster. "For now I'll concentrate on this 
horny cunt, you have wrapped round my cock." For a few minutes nothing was 
said. The small archive seemed filled up with our moans and groans.

	"Oohhh, I'm coming now," she panted. "Mary promised me she would suck my 
cunt when you have fucked me. You know that? God, I'm coming, I'm coming." 
That did it to me! I grabbed her ass and held her tight against me while I 
pumped my come against the bottom of her hot cunt.

While my cock slowly dwindled, I reached over and grabbed a couple of 
tissues from the box. I pulled out of Henny, dabbed her wet cunt with one 
tissue and cleaned myself with the other. When I bent down to pick up my 
trousers I pressed a teasing kiss on her open cunt.

"I may take turns with Mary on Monday. You wouldn't mind that, would you?"

"That would be great."

I told Henny to leave the archive through the back door and to go to the 
cafeteria and send Alice back to me, when her lunch break was over. I took 
her into my arms and kissed her, before I went back into my office. I called 
a few people around the company to announce our small reception at noon the 
next day.

When Alice returned a little later, I instructed her how to order what we 
needed at a catering firm, we always used on such occasions. I also used the 
occasion to take a good look at her again. She sure was an attractive woman. 
Tall and slim, elegant movements, small pointed breasts, and that exotic 
face carried high on her slim neck. I used the relative quiet to contemplate 
which horny ideas I would put into her brain and body. For the time being I 
only introduced some nondescript warm emotions in her belly, combined with a 
blurred image of myself.

Henny returned from her lunch, so I left in order to have a bite myself. The 
fast fuck with Henny had left me more horny than before, and as the 
cafeteria was almost empty by the time I got there, I called Mary on my 
cell-phone.

	"Hi, Mary, how are you?"

	"I'm fine. I just finished my chores, and right now I'm having a cup of 
coffee on the terrace."

	"Good. It was a nasty thing to call Henny this morning."

	"Ha, ha! And now my old man is slightly horny, eeh?"

	"No way slightly. Are you ready to receive some instructions yourself?"

	"Yes, Sir. What have you got in mind?"

	"I want you to dress up in something sexy but not vulgar."

	"I can do that in a few minutes, Sir."

	"Then I want you to take your car and go down to the pizza bar. Go inside 
and buy yourself a soda, a drink, a coffee, or whatever."

	"Wow. I can guess what you have in mind. You sure are horny, aren't you?"

	"Yes, I'm very horny. I want you to find out, if your boy is working 
tonight. If you get the chance, I want you to talk to himself, and ask him 
if he can deliver a pizza at our place as the last one on his late round 
tonight."

	"I'm not sure I'll have the courage to do that."

	"It's not a question of courage, Mary, it's a question of following 
instructions. Right?"

	"Yes, Sir. You really order me to do it?"

	"Yes I do. And I order you to call me back on this cell-phone, as soon as 
you have a report to deliver. You'll do that?"

	"Yes, I'll do it. Now it's you who are making me horny, love."

	"Great. I'll be waiting for your call. Bye for now."

	"Bye."


Chapter four.

	I had decided to wait till next week, before I'd mention Siemen's attempt 
at headhunting me, but when I came back to the office Alice said: "Mr. 
Peterson called. He'd like to see you when you returned from lunch."

	"Did he leave any clue as to why he wanted to see me?"

	"No, not a word. Just that he'd like you to come as soon as you had 
finished your lunch."

	"OK. You two hold the fort till I come back."

	I had not expected my planted ideas to take action so soon, but it was the 
only reason I could think of, why he wanted to see me. It turned out to be 
quite correct.

	"Hello, Mr. Hansen. Please sit down." He turned round and called his 
secretary on the intercom. "Miss Larsen, could you please bring us a couple 
of cold drinks?"

	"Sure, Mr. Peterson." A minute later she entered the office, carrying a 
tray with mineral water, ice-cubes and glasses.

	"Thank you, Miss Larsen. Please make sure we are not disturbed, unless it's 
very important."

	"Yes, Mr. Peterson."

	While she left the office we poured our drinks, and as soon as the door had 
closed behind her, he said:

	"I've been thinking about your future employment in our company, Mr. 
Hansen. You have earned some heavy bonuses, and as far as I'm told by 
accounts, you have yet another very big bonus coming up."

	"Yes, Mr. Peterson. As far as I've been able to calculate, it will be close 
to a million dollars."

	"Right you are, Mr. Hansen. Now, I'm in no way trying to say that they are 
not very well deserved, because they are. You have really raised the company 
profits considerably. But a sum as large as that has made me wonder, if we 
could negotiate some other way to show our appreciation of your excellent 
work."

	"Mr. Peterson, that might very well be possible. But then I shall have to 
tell you of a new development, which I had planned to tell you about next 
week. I can see that now is the time to tell you."

	"What are you thinking about, Mr. Hansen?"

	I reached out for my glass to take a sip of water, while I quickly 
transferred a feeling of uncertainty to him, plus a slight fear that he 
might loose me.

	"I have been approached only yesterday by a major German industrial 
company. They want to hire me, and they have made me a most satisfactory 
offer."

	"Oh, dear. Damn those industrial spies."

	"I'm not so sure I'd call them industrial spies. They are more likely to be 
hackers, who can enter our computers, because they are not very well 
protected. At least they were able to tell me what I was earning right now, 
how much I had been paid in bonuses, plus the size of my bonus coming up in 
a couple of weeks."

	"Oh, my God. We shall have to do something about that immediately. Can you 
tell me which company it is?"

	"No, Mr. Peterson, I'm sorry I can't. It was a strict condition to their 
offer, that I didn't reveal their identity."

	"You said the offer was tempting. Can you reveal the nature of the offer? I 
mean, is it along the lines you've got here, for now, or what else did they 
have in mind?"

	I decided to give him another scare, so I flashed him something like seven 
times my present pay.

	"They are offering me a substantial multiplication of my present monthly 
income, plus a much smaller percentage of the total company profit. The 
percentage is a lot smaller, but on the other hand it is a very large 
company, and in kroner or Deutsche Mark it will still be quite impressive. 
But I want you to understand, Mr. Peterson, that on a personal level I'd 
much prefer to stay in Denmark, rather than moving to a new country and a 
new way of doing things."

	He still looked a little scared, but a small smile of relief crossed his 
face.

	"Mr. Hansen, in a way my own ideas have moved in that direction. Your large 
bonuses have called attention in a few high places in our company. What I 
had in mind, when I called you, was to propose a large raise in your monthly 
income, in return for a much lower bonus plan. I'm afraid, though, that if 
the Germans really want you, we shall not be able to compete with them."

	"It's my impression that they really want me. They feel sure, I should fit 
in nicely with some parts of their production." I stopped talking for a 
little while, just to let him stew.

	"I'm going to be honest with you, Mr. Peterson, although some people would 
say it's not very clever of me. The German offer is very tempting, and the 
difference between the two possibilities may become so big, that I shall 
have to take their offer. But like I told you: On the personal level I'd 
much prefer to stay in Denmark, and I'd even be willing to accept a smaller 
income, just to stay here."

	I flashed him a feeling of gratitude plus a bit of admiration, that I was 
so honest with him.

	"I certainly hope we can reach an agreement which I can bring to the board 
of directors."

	"I should have no problems accepting your idea of a higher monthly income, 
in return for a lower bonus arrangement."

	"Good, Mr. Hansen. If we can agree on the principles, it's up to us to 
reach an agreement on the figures. I'm a bit relieved that you can accept 
the principles. May I be as bold as to ask you the size of their offer?"

	For a short moment I was tempted to give him some higher figures. On the 
other hand, I'd hate for the right figures to turn up some day and kick my 
ass.

	"Once again, Mr. Peterson, I think I'll be honest with you. The consulting 
firm, which brought me their offer, told me that their opening offer was for 
a six times raise in salary, open to negotiation. He felt sure that seven 
times was possible. Plus, of course, the smaller bonus. What did you have in 
mind?"

	"I appreciate your honesty, Mr. Hansen, and I'll return it: I had a three 
times raise in mind."

	"Well, Mr. Peterson, I'm sure you'll understand that the difference between 
three times and six or seven times is much too large for me to accept."

	"I can see that. I might be able to get through with a four times raise."

	"We're still a bit too low. I'll make you a suggestion: If we go for a five 
times raise, we could sweeten the bonus arrangement by changing it from cash 
into stocks, and lower the percentage from 10 to 2."

	His expression of relief almost made me feel pity for him. On the other 
hand, my many years in the company, without any appreciation of my work, 
softened the pity.

	"You do understand, Mr. Hansen, that this is not a decision I can make 
myself, but if we can agree on this, right now, I shall go to the board of 
directors on Monday, and propose that we raise your salary five times, and 
lower your bonus from 10 to 2, to be paid in stocks. Can we agree on that?"

	Of course this meant a couple of busy days for me, as I would have to 
control the minds of all members of the board. On the other hand I felt 
quite sure I could manipulate them into accepting this. It might even be fun 
to let dad take over my body for a few moments, so I could visit them in 
their private homes.

	"Mr. Peterson, I think we have an agreement. We don't need anything on 
paper for now. I trust you to bring our agreement to the board. And I have 
plenty of time before I have to answer the Germans."

	I got up from my chair, and we shook hands on the agreement. I had trouble 
hiding my enthusiasm. This was even better than I had planned to accept, in 
order to stay in Denmark. I wanted to be alone for a moment, before I 
returned to Henny and Alice.

	The lift took me to the terrace on top of the building. A cool breeze did 
wonders to my well-being, and soon I wanted to tell dad what had happened.

	"Yes, I know. I felt some activity going out from you, so I joined the last 
part of your talks. Congratulations, my boy. Seems you've finally made it."

	"Sure. There are still a few persons I have to prepare, though, but that 
shouldn't prove too difficult."

	"No, no. You are becoming quite good at it."

	"I had an idea. I want you to take over my body a couple of times during 
the weekend. There's a couple of directors I'd like to visit in their 
private homes."

	"No problem. Just call me. By the way, now I'm here: I told you it might 
get even better. Do you remember?"

	"Yes, I remember, but I can't say I understand."

	"When you get your big bonus, you must make some investments. The computer 
business is going to run amok this autumn, especially the software business. 
Buy shares over the summer, spread your investments on several software 
companies and then follow the market. In only a year you shall earn between 
400 and 500 percent, but you have to sell out in time. The bubble is going 
to blow up within a couple of years, and you'll want to have sold what 
you've got, before that happens."

	"Wow. I'll have that in mind when I get the payment."

	My cell-phone sent out a scrill ringing.

	"I'll have to go. I'm sure it's Mary. Bye for now, dad."

	"Bye, son."

	I have to admit that my hands were shaking a little when I pressed the 
button. "Hi, Mary."

	"Hi, Erik. How are you?"

	"Excited for several reasons. How are you?"

	"I'm at the pizza bar, having a cup of coffee."

	"Anything to report?"

	"Yes, Sir. I've done as you ordered."

	"And?"

	"Henrik will deliver a pizza at ten o'clock."

	"Great. Any trouble?"

	"Only that I was terribly embarrassed when I asked him. I had no reason to 
be, though. He blushed like a beetroot, and he was so eager that he could 
hardly say `yes'."

	"Now you are exciting me, wife. I appreciate that you followed my 
instructions. My cock is getting hard."

	"If you felt my panties now, it should get much harder."

	"I'll feel them when I get home. See you around five."

	"Yep. Bye for now."

	"Bye, dear."


Chapter five.

	"I can't believe I'm doing this. You're crazy, you know."

	We were sitting at the glass table, and the kitchen clock showed five 
minutes to ten. Mary had dressed up in suspenders, see-through panties and a 
lacy bra. And stockings and high heels, of course.

	"Judging from the taste of your pussy and the soaked state of your panties 
this afternoon, you're just as crazy."

	"I'm all bubbles inside, Erik. If you had told me to do this a year ago, 
I'd have said no."

	"If you had said no today, I'd have tied you up on our bed and called him 
myself."

	"Oohhh. That sounds interesting, too. You'd really do that?"

	"We might do that some other day. For now, do you want me to hide somewhere 
in the house?"

	"I think I want you to be pretty near me; you might stay here in the 
kitchen. Henrik knows you are at home, because he asked, and I said yes, but 
that it was ok with you."

	"That was a very considerate thing, love. Great that it didn't scare him 
off."

	"I flashed him a bit of tit, to show that I was thinking along the same 
lines as he was, and there was no way he could resist."

	The front door bell sounded. Mary got up from her chair. She looked 
absolutely marvellous and a bit nervous too.

	"Please, kiss me to show, you really want me to go through with this."

	I kissed her and pushed her towards the hall. I heard a mumbled 
conversation and then the front door closed. Mary entered the kitchen, 
followed by Henrik who carried a pizza-box. He looked all red-faced and 
insecure while he placed the box on the kitchen table.

	"Erik, meet Henrik."  I got up and shook hands with him.

	"How nice of you to deliver at this time of the evening. My wife was very 
eager to have you bring it. Feel at home."

	Mary went up close to him and put her hand on his arm. "I've placed a 
couple of cold drinks in the living-room. You don't have to leave at once, 
do you?"

	"No, ma'am. Yours was my last delivery tonight."

	"Good. Henrik, you must promise me to keep this a secret. I mean, that I 
receive you dressed like this. Can you promise never to tell anybody?"

	"Oh, yes, ma'am, I'll never tell."

	I used my mind control on the poor, nervous young man. I ordered him not to 
take any notice of me and to give in to any wish that Mary might have. 
Meanwhile Mary, still with her hand on his arm, guided him into the living 
room and placed him in the sofa, right beside her. I put the pizza into the 
fridge, and then I turned off the light in the kitchen and sat down on a 
chair by the glass table.

	Mary had lit a few candles in the living room. When they had talked a 
little and sipped from their drinks, she reached over and dimmed the 
electric light.

	The distance was too big to allow me to hear their conversation, as long as 
they talked with low voices. But I heard Mary say: "You're not afraid of me, 
are you?"

	"No."

	"You know, I put this on so you could touch me if you wanted."

	I couldn't hear any answer, but I saw Mary take one of his hands and place 
it on her thigh. That was all it took. Henrik turned towards her and brought 
his other hand up to touch her face. Mary leaned in and kissed him, while 
her right hand sought out his cock. The hand between her thighs crept 
upwards towards her cunt, and she shivered as he reached it. Suddenly she 
disentangled herself and kneeled on the floor in front of him. With deft 
hands she unbuckled his belt, and I saw him raise his hips to help her get 
his pants off. She lifted her head and mumbled something before she lowered 
her mouth to his cock. I watched as he closed his eyes for a moment. Then 
his hands fumbled a little on her back, and soon her bra was off.

	It was terribly exciting to watch her from a distance, and my cock was very 
hard. It was even more exciting when she got up from the floor, pulled down 
her panties, dragged his hips to the edge of the sofa and straddled him. She 
fumbled a little between them, and I could almost feel the electricity, as 
she slowly lowered herself on to his cock. When she grabbed the back of the 
sofa and smothered his face with her breasts, I simply had to get closer. 
Henrik couldn't see me, but I certainly could see his cock disappear into 
Mary's lovely cunt, and it was glistening from her juice as she moved up and 
down on it. God, I knew how that boy must feel at that moment.

	He did not last very long. Suddenly he groaned and gasped, and I watched 
his legs shake and his cock move, as he pumped a load up into my wife. Mary 
kept moving up and down while he was coming, and a trail of white come 
seeped out of her.

	"Oh, I'm so sorry it was too fast."

	"Take it easy, Henrik. This is your first time, isn't it?"

	"Yes it is."

	"You just stay where you are. I promise you, you'll be ready before long."

	She leaned back a little and removed her hands from the back of the sofa. 
Instead she cradled his head and bent down to kiss him.

	"Give me your hands. You haven't played with my breasts, yet. Don't you 
like them?" She moved his hands up to hold them.

	"Oh, they are so beautiful. Yes, I like them very much. Can I kiss them?"

	"Of course you can. Kiss them and suck the nipples, they like that." While 
he was busy with her breasts she rocked her hips back and forth, and I could 
almost feel how his cock must be stirring her wet honey-pot.

	"You see, Henrik, you are almost ready again. I knew you could do it. But 
this time I want you to fuck me. Right?"

	With a slurping sound she lifted her cunt off his cock, which was left 
standing proudly up from his lap. I sent Henrik a message that he should go 
on and not care that I was there. I simply could not make myself hide in the 
kitchen again. When Mary climbed off the sofa and turned round, she saw me 
for the first time. She smiled at me with stars in her eyes.

	"Did you like it?"

	"It was lovely."

	"I should hope so, because we are going to do it again, aren't we, Henrik?" 
She took his hand and pulled him up from the sofa. He looked a little 
ridiculous with his pants around his heels, but soon he got rid of them.

	"This time I'm going to lie on the sofa."

God, she looked wonderful as she lay down with one leg bent and the other 
hanging down on the floor, leaving her wet cunt open to view. With a horny 
smile on her lips she reached her arms up towards the boy.

"Come, Henrik, I'm ready for you. Maybe Erik will sit on the floor beside us 
and help you inside me." He looked questioningly at me.

"Do it, boy. She's ready for you."  He mounted the sofa between her lovely 
legs, and as he lowered himself on her, I grabbed his cock, which was still 
slimy from their first fuck, and placed it at my wife's gate to Heaven. With 
a deep sigh he buried himself in her. Mary turned her head to look at me. 
She licked her lips in a most provocative way before she threw her arms 
round his shoulders and lifted her head to kiss him savagely.

"Oh, my God, this is good. Now fuck me, Henrik. Fuck me real good and hard. 
Hell, I need to come now."

He fucked her with all the enthusiasm of youth. Hard and fast. Mary's 
breasts were slipping around on her ribcage, and she had closed her eyes in 
sheer bliss. She reached out a hand towards me, and when I grabbed it, she 
held on to me, as if it was for her life. I was a turmoil of the most 
lecherous feelings. Apart from what I had seen in Milano, this was the first 
time I saw other people doing it. And one of them was my wife, really 
enjoying herself! She panted and groaned, and when the well-known signs of 
her approaching orgasm showed up on her cheeks and her chest, I was severely 
tempted to pull out my own cock and rub it.

When Mary started yelling `yesss' and `oohhh, my God' I knew exactly how 
Henrik must feel; her humping and squeezing would make a septurgentian come, 
let alone a teenager! The last thirty seconds were a blur, Mary coming most 
of the time and Henrik fucking her faster and faster, until he also roared a 
`yess' and collapsed on top of her.

The ensuing quiet was almost unnatural. Mary caressed the back of his head 
with one hand and his back and his shoulders with the other. Finally she 
broke the silence: "This was lovely, Henrik. Did you like it?"

"Oh, yes. Yes. I just can't believe how great you are."

"Well, you're not so bad, boy. But now you've better get dressed again, or 
you'll want to have another go." She kissed him, and then she pushed his 
shoulders to signal that she wanted him to get off. While Henrik dressed, 
Mary sat up in the sofa.

"Will you take Henrik to the door?"

"Sure. Come, Henrik, I'll follow you out."

"You're sure you're not angry, Sir?"

"No, of course I'm not. If we want to do it again some other time, I may 
even call you, now that I know your name is Henrik. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes, I'd love it."

"That's fine. Bye for now, Henrik."

"Bye."

When I returned to the living room Mary was lying on the sofa again, but 
this time she had her left leg up on the back of the sofa, and her right leg 
was slumped down on the floor. Her cunt was spread wide open, and I could 
see white come seeping out of her, down on a towel she must have fetched 
from the kitchen.

"How did my lecherous husband like to watch his wife? Was I good?"

"God, you were perfect, Mary. I'm terribly horny, and I can't wait to get my 
cock into you."

"Get your clothes off, then. I want to do something I've thought of since 
you told me, you wanted me to fuck him."

While I undressed, she used her right hand to scoop up some of their mixed 
juices and spread it on her thighs and belly. The smile on her lips was 
unbelievably horny.

"Come here, kiss my nipples." As I knelt on the floor beside her, she 
smeared some of that combined juice on her breasts and groaned: "Lick them 
now, and tell me how it tastes! If you like it, I want you to lick my pussy, 
too!"

I had eaten my own come out of Henny a couple of times, so the idea of it 
was not strange to me. I pretended to be a little reluctant, but once I got 
my lips on her slimy nipples I could not hide my enthusiasm. I sucked them, 
I licked off all the juice she had spread on her breasts, and I reached down 
and diddled her sloppy cunt.

"Do you like it?"

"God, you taste and smell like a whore. It's great, I have to admit."

"Good. Now my pussy! You wanted me to fuck him; you clean it out!" She swung 
her legs round, till she was halfway sitting in the sofa, her ass on the 
edge and her legs spread wide, feet on the floor. She let out a loud scream 
of passion when my mouth reached her cunt. I sucked and licked, and I loved 
it. Her cunt was so wet and horny, and the thought that the boy had fucked 
it twice, was so good. Her heavy panting and rhythmic groans showed me that 
her orgasm was close. I quickly moved up to kiss her.

"You've got to taste it too, you whore. Do YOU like it?"

While I slipped my cock into her hot cunt, she licked my teeth and my tongue 
eagerly, sniffing the smell of that pungent mix.

"Ohhhhh, Erik, I'm going to come. Fuck me. Fuck my whoring cunt. Yesssss. I 
love to be a whore. I love to smell and taste like this. AAaaaahhhhh, Oh, 
God, yours is the second cock to give me my second orgasm. I'm 
commmmiiiiinnngg ! !" She grabbed my hips and pulled me harder into her. I 
don't think I ever saw her come that violently. For nearly two minutes she 
screamed and humped and groaned against me, and she didn't stop until I had 
emptied myself, just as violently, into her.

I slipped out of her and sat down on the floor, resting my head on her left 
thigh. She looked wonderfully used. Dried sperm and juice showed up as 
little white flakes all over her upper thighs, her naked mons and her flat, 
lovely belly, and my fresh load slowly seeped out of her. At that moment I 
thought it was over, but then she threw her killer-blow. Her right hand was 
suddenly there, pushing a finger between her battered lips.

"I'm so wicked, Erik. I love it. I've had two cocks up there. Now I want to 
use your three loads to masturbate in. Look at me, and tell me if I'm the 
whore you want." She slid her index finger and her long finger down between 
her lips to squeeze her clit, and then she began masturbating, up and down, 
up and down, sometimes fishing out yet another glob of mixed juices for 
lubrication.

"Aahhh, this is good. If you really want me to be so whorish, you can show 
it. Rub your cock as you watch me, and when you come spurt it on my hand and 
my hungry cunt."

I got back up on my knees and began masturbating. She was an incredibly 
horny sight, and once again I only needed the image of Henrik between her 
beautiful thighs to bring me to the edge.

"Aaaaa, Mary, I'm coming. I'll spurt it all over your horny, boy-fucking 
cunt. I loved to watch you fuck him. You're such a whore." With a yell I 
spurted three long strands of sperm on her fingers and her cunt, which 
triggered her. She just moaned, while I watched the convulsions of her 
pretty belly. We both collapsed after that, and for a while not a word was 
spoken.

When I finally got up from the floor I pulled her out of the sofa, and for a 
while we hugged and pressed our bodies together.

"I love you so much, Mary."

"And I love you, more than ever."

"I want you in bed, just as you are. No showering. I want those crazy smells 
in my nose when I fall asleep."

The inevitable pillow talk revealed how exciting it had been for both of us, 
and we both gave promises, that this was not the last time.


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. I can't ask her 
to rid you of that boner, then. 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.



PART FIVE.

Chapter one.

	The rest of the week was terribly busy for me. Fortunately Alice was very 
proficient on the computer. By late Thursday she had arranged all our files, 
back into a workable system on our own computer. She had even put us in 
contact with a young guy, who should prove to be very good.

	Mr. Svensson and I were discussing the hackers, but we didn't seem to come 
up with any good solution. The protection programs, which the big companies 
could offer, were inefficient, and any determined teenager could bypass 
them.

	"My younger brother is studying data at the university," Alice said. "I 
heard him discuss the problem with one of his friends the other night. This 
friend, Peter, I think he was called, seemed to know a lot about it. Maybe 
we should get in touch with him."

	In many ways Peter turned out to be a most interesting young man. He could 
not safeguard us 100% at the time. Nobody could do that. The best he could 
do for a start was to provide some alert-programmes, which would sound off 
most of the times, when someone was trying to get into the system. Peter and 
two of his friends were working on some new systems, but as they had just 
finished their studies at the university, their private economies had forced 
them to take jobs, which invariably slowed them down. "Actually I'm afraid 
we may be too late with something usable, which we can sell. In stead of 
three months it may take us a year or more, and everything goes so fast in 
this business. But the banks are very reluctant when we ask them for 
financing."

	I remembered my dad's predictions about the data-business, and suddenly I 
felt very daring. "If I could provide you with an office, sufficient pay for 
you three for, say 5 or 6 months, could you come up with something good?"

	"God, that would be wonderful. I'm sure we would have something to sell 
within 3 or 4 months. What do you have in mind?"

	"Let's say we start a small business. I provide the money for 6 months, you 
three provide the work, and we own the business on a 50-50 basis."

	"If you'd be willing to finance us, I'm sure my two friends would be 
willing to accept those terms."

	A quick calculation told me that wages would run to something like 
100-120.000 dollars, and that the overall input would stay below 170.000 
dollars. Within a week we had signed up contracts, the young people had quit 
their jobs, and I was the owner of half a data company!

	I shall jump the chronology of my story on this single item: Two years 
later we had employed 30 more people. Peter and his two friends came to our 
home one evening. A major American computer company had offered 16 million 
dollars for our company. They wanted to take the offer. As in all other 
matters concerning our small company, I took their advice. We ended up 
selling for 20 million. My 170.000 had grown to 10 million in two years!

	Well, back to the week Henny left. Mary was busy all week with the 
apartment; carpenters and painters working hard to make it ready for the 
Italians. Thursday I could not help noticing how Alice had become obviously 
flirting. She even flashed me little peeks up her skirt, to show she wore 
stockings and small panties. Shortly before lunch she called me from the 
`archive'. She was standing in front of the solid table.

	"Erik, I've wondered why the lamp and that clamp were placed there. Doesn't 
seem logical."

	I looked at her. She was smiling, and she had struck a provocative pose 
with her right hand on her hip. I guessed this would be the time, so I said:

	"I'm not quite sure you'll want to know."

	"Why wouldn't I? Is it something criminal?"

	"Not criminal. But maybe not quite proper."

	"Ohh, but I like `not proper'."

	"I'll give you a clue: Henny loved to sit on that table."

	She looked at the table. For a moment she was pondering. Then she suddenly 
smiled: "Oh, dear, I get it. How lovely naughty. We should have to move the 
lamp, though. My legs are longer."

	"And prettier," I ventured, as I stepped up closer. Alice broke her pose 
and lifted her arms towards me. That first kiss was very, very exciting and 
lasted a very long time. Her big mouth was a wonder against my lips, and her 
tongue pressed its way through my teeth to massage my mouth. Her long, 
slender body felt so different in my arms, almost as if I could reach three 
times around her. When I let go of her mouth and buried my face in her neck, 
she smelled very sweet and exotic, almost like vanilla. My cock got hard 
very quickly, and I felt her rub her abdomen against it. Because of her 
height it was her cunt she rubbed against me, so I grabbed her tight ass and 
pressed her even harder against me.

	Up till now her eyes had been closed, but suddenly she opened them and 
looked directly into mine. They looked like two enormous, glittering lakes 
of greenish brown water, sparkling and penetrating under her heavy curved 
brows. When I moved my hands round to her chest to feel her small breasts, 
she smiled.

	"Not much to look for, there."

	"Mmm. I like that. I never cared much for the big ones."

	"Feel free, then. They may be small, but they love attention."

	When I had opened her blouse and started playing with her small, pointed 
breasts, Alice leaned in and kissed me again. I could feel her nipples grow 
into two hard little lumps, which I pinched lightly. I pulled back from the 
kiss because I wanted to see her breasts. They were small, all right, but 
very lovely. Pointed and firm, with aureoles which covered nearly a third of 
them, crowned with hard, round nipples. Very tempting to suck into your 
mouth.

	"I thought so," she said. "I thought you and Henny had something going, but 
she would never reveal anything, even when I asked."

	"Well, you guessed right, but only for the last 7 or 8 months."

	"Don't be embarrassed, but I could hardly wait for her to leave. I decided 
I would seduce you within a week after she left. Seems like I'm on the right 
track, doesn't it?"

	I laughed. "Oh, yes, it seems so. I'm sure you'll succeed if you apply 
yourself. I'll admit, then, that even if it was Henny, who chose you on your 
merits, I was willing to do so, just for your beauty."

	"Aahh, flatterer. I've got a few assets, but apart from that I'm just a 
skinny, middle-aged wife."

	"You've got a very beautiful and exotic face, Alice. Your eyes are large 
and very vivid, and your mouth seems to ask for a kiss all the time. I'll 
take the skinny with that, and I can hardly wait to see your legs in those 
stockings you flashed me this morning."

	"Like this?" She hiked up her skirt and threw me a provocative smile.

	For a second I was numbed. Her legs seemed never to end. Long and slender, 
encased in shiny stockings. Ultra thin panties showed her trimmed, black 
bush, framed by the black straps of her garter belt.

	"Yes, like that. God, Alice, you look terribly good. I love stockings and 
suspenders."

	"I guessed so when I noticed that Henny always wore them. Tempting?"

	I answered by kneeling in front of her while I grabbed the waistband and 
slowly pulled her panties down. The gusset was soaked through, and little 
drops were shining on her swollen, prominent cunt. Like a small hill it 
protruded under her flat, hard belly. I leaned in and fetched a drop with 
the tip of my tongue. As I brushed her clit Alice shivered. She tasted sweet 
and strong, really exciting. I pulled her panties all the way down, and 
obligingly she lifted her feet and stepped out of them. When I was standing 
again she grabbed my head and pulled me in to another of her hot, exciting 
kisses. The way she sucked and moved her lips went directly to my cock. Soon 
it was straining my slacks, pressing hard against her cunt. I felt her hands 
fumble around my belt.

	"Please, put it in right now. Put it in before I regret this."

	Quickly my slacks and shorts were on the floor. Her legs were so long that 
without bending my knees I could drive my hard cock into her.

	"Aaahhh, Alice. Your legs are wonderful and long, and your cunt is so hot 
and wet."

	"Oohhhh, Erik, I've longed for this. Please, don't move. Let me enjoy this 
for a moment." She leaned back and supported her hands on the table. I 
lifted the hem of her skirt and tucked it into her waistband, leaving most 
of her body open to my eyes. Pale, almost translucent white skin, black hair 
and bush, plus her dark brown aureoles. She was a vision in almost black and 
white.

	I reached down and grabbed her thighs, lifted them up at the same time as I 
pushed her in to sit on the table, in the same movement pressing my cock the 
last inches into her, hitting bottom very hard.

	"Ouch. Oh, my God, you're big. Ohhh, this is great."

	She grabbed her ankles and pulled her heels up to rest on the edge of the 
table. "Oh, dear. Do it again. Hard. AAaaaaahhh. God, you're great."

	I fucked her hard and determined for more than five minutes. Part of the 
time she groaned and panted, and part of the time it seemed as if she was 
totally absorbed in herself. It was after such a spell of silence and 
concentration that she suddenly opened her eyes wide and panted: "Oh, God, 
it's good! You know, it's the first time I'm fucked so deep? This is so 
good. Oh, Erik, I'm coming now. I'm coming....Spurt in me. Do it, Erik, 
spurt in me."

	She almost choked, trying to be quiet through her orgasm. Her cunt was so 
hot and gushing that I couldn't hold back any more. I grabbed her ass, 
pulled her up close and spurted hard against the bottom of her. It was so 
great! For a few minutes we held each other, while our bodies slowly came 
down from the height. When I pulled out of her and reached for the paper 
napkins Alice laughed: "Oh, that's why they are there? Give me a couple, 
too."

	We brought our clothes back to office standard. Then Alice threw her arms 
round me and kissed me. "This was the best, Erik. I tell you, any time you 
want, you can drag me in here and do whatever you want."

	There was no time for `pillow-talk'; that would have to wait. The archive 
was pretty safe for a fast fuck, but we could not disappear from the office 
for a very long time, without raising suspicion.

	I unlocked the door to the office, made sure nobody was there, and soon we 
were back to routine. In the afternoon I had just finished giving Alice all 
the praise she deserved for her work on the computer, when Mary called. "Hi, 
honey, I'm in the apartment. I want you to come round to see what's been 
done so far. You know, the Italians are going to be here tomorrow." I 
promised to be there as soon as we could close the office.

Chapter two

	The apartment seemed to be teeming with people. The painter and his 
apprentice were there, the owner of the furniture shop, a plumber and an 
electrician. Plus Mary, of course. Even with 7 people there, the empty 
kitchen seemed large.

	"We needed your approval of a few things before we let the Italians loose 
tomorrow," Mary said. "Colours OK?" I nodded yes. "Lamp OK?" I looked up. A 
large, extremely beautiful copy of a Tiffany lamp had been hung from the 
ceiling. "That's where I have planned to place the glass table."

	"It's beautiful, dear, but...."

	"I know. It looks a million and it costs a million. Just imagine what it 
will look like when we're eating here."  Her smile was naughty and very 
persuasive.

	"All right, dear, let's keep it. You're probably right, nothing could look 
better. But will there be enough light?"

	The furniture dealer intervened: "The elements of the kitchen have built-in 
lamps all over, to light all working areas. By the way: I have brought you a 
gift, you might like to use: When I was packing your marble tiles the other 
day, I found these 23 blue-flamed tiles, same size and thickness." He opened 
one of the boxes, which were placed in the living room. "One of the 
carpenters who arrive tomorrow is a specialist in marble floors. If you 
leave it to him, he'll make you a very Italian and very stylish floor with 
these tiles in a pattern among the white ones."

	"Wow," Mary exclaimed, "it's getting better and better. I love them." She 
hugged the dealer and pecked a kiss on his cheek.

	In the end we agreed, that as Mary had made all other decisions about the 
kitchen, she would be the one to receive the Italians at 7 o'clock the next 
morning. There was no need for me to be there, as Mary was the only one of 
us who spoke a little French, which was the only foreign language they would 
understand.

	When they had all left we sat down for a little while. Mary told me that 
the real estate agency had called this morning. There is a potential buyer 
for our house. "Can you skip lunch tomorrow and go home? I forgot I'd have 
to be here, and I said I could be home at 12 o'clock?"

	"No problem. Alice fixed the computers today, so tomorrow will be pure 
routine. She can handle business on her own. How much time do you need here? 
Will it be OK if I set a take-over date for one month from now?"

	"That would be fine. I think we can move in here in two weeks."

	"I can hardly wait."

	"Not me either. Look at the kitchen floor. The carpenter and the plumber 
have installed floor heating. We shall be able to walk barefoot on our 
marble floor!"

	"That's luxury! All about this place is luxury!"

	"Yes, my love. Will you please take me out somewhere for supper? I haven't 
prepared anything at home."

	"Sure. Unless you are in the mood for a pizza."

	She smiled lovingly at me. "Lovely naughty you! I'm afraid I'm too 
exhausted tonight. Today has been quite hectic. But some other day I'd love 
a pizza."

	Friday morning Mary dragged me out of my sleep as she left. "Remember the 
real estate agent at 12, dear. Call me if there is any result. I bought a 
cell-phone yesterday. I left the number on the kitchen table."

	Phew. All this nest building sure sparked her efficiency. I decided to call 
my father from his heavenly whereabouts.

	"How are you, son?"

	"I'm all right, but Mary is so occupied by the new apartment that she's 
hardly here; in her mind, I mean."

	"Sure. She's doing a fine job as far as I have followed her."

	"Yeah. Good thing I've got Alice, though. She seems to be a hot number. 
Yesterday she said I could drag her into the archives and fuck her, any time 
I want to."

	"Wow. That's some offer!"

	"Yes. Let's see how much is in it. I'll take her up on her offer this 
morning. I've thought we might share her. You know, before she gets too 
familiar with my way of doing things, she might as well get familiar with 
you, too."

	"That's a very generous offer, son. I'd love that. You don't have to, you 
know. You've already given me more than any dead person deserves."

	"And you haven't been bragging, have you?"

	"Well, I have to admit I have, son."

	"As long as you can keep them off me, it's all right. I wouldn't like the 
idea of a thousand spirits looking on. By the way, what do you think of my 
small company?"

	"A splendid idea. Like I told you, it's a business which is just about to 
explode, and any medium sized software and service business can give you 
back your money five- or tenfold within a year or two."

	We talked business a little more. I asked him, if he might find a little 
information about the potential buyers of our house. I wanted to use mind 
control to get a good price, but on the other hand I did not want to rip off 
people who could not afford it. He promised to see what he could do.  "Call 
me when you're going home in your car. I might have something for you."

Then I said: "I'm horny as hell this morning. I'm going to make a pass at 
Alice before noon, but hang around in the afternoon. If she's game for a 
repeat I'll let you have my body. I'll hang around to watch you, in case she 
wants me to do what you've done, at a later date."

	"That's fine, son. I'll be on the alert."

	At the office the first couple of hours were quite busy, because plans for 
two new products were on the drawing board, and we had to provide estimates 
for some of the planned parts. At half past ten I told Alice that I had to 
go home during lunch hours to meet the prospective buyers of our house. "I'm 
sorry, because I had looked forward to the lunch-break, especially since 
yesterday."

	"Well, Sir, what's wrong with `before lunch'.....or `after lunch'?"

	"Or before and after lunch?"

	"Oh, dear, might be delightful, in my humble opinion."

	"If that's the case, I'd love you to give me a little show, taking off your 
panties."

	"I can't very well do that, Erik."

	"Why?"

	"I didn't put them on this morning."

	"You're joking. I dare you to show me."

	She turned her chair to face me, opened her legs and raised the hem of her 
skirt. God, she looked good. Those long, long legs, stockings and her jet 
black trimmed cunt.

	"God, you look good enough to eat."

	"Something like what I was hoping for. I've been horny for you all the time 
since yesterday."

	"I'll lock the front door. Let's go to the archive."

	When I got in there she was already sitting on the table, legs spread wide 
with her feet on the edge. "Do you like what you see?"

	I stepped up close, took her head in my hands and kissed her hard and 
eagerly. "You look terrific, Alice. My cock is hard already."

	"Then give it to me!"

	"No."

	I turned round and pulled the chair up to the table so I could sit right in 
front of her. Because of the way she was sitting, her cunt was one long, 
pink open gash, framed by the whitest of skin, and short black hair. Without 
any preliminaries I stuck out my tongue and ran it from bottom to top, 
stopping on her long, hard clit. I slurped a couple of times before I sucked 
her clit into my mouth and diddled it with the tip of my tongue. Alice 
shivered and moaned:

	"Oh, my God, I love it." She humped her cunt against my mouth. "God, I love 
it when you're so direct. Aaaahhhh. Suck it, suck it!"

	Of course I sucked it! For a little while I held on to her hipbones and 
pulled her hard against me, while I rhythmically changed between sucking and 
licking. Then I pressed my left hand against her flat, hard belly, while I 
moved my right hand down and pushed two fingers up her sopping slit. I 
hooked my fingers in search for her G-point, and I could feel them through 
her skin, when I pressed my left hand hard against her lower belly. This 
made her whimper and then cry out in joy.

	"Husssshhhh. You have to be quiet, Alice."

	"Oohhhh, I feel like screaming! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah...this is so fucking good."

	I was pretty sure I had found the little ribbed spot inside her, and for a 
little while I concentrated on that. Slowly I let my left hand slide down 
from her belly, and a little later I pressed my left thumb hard against her 
asshole, still sucking her clit and massaging her G-spot. When she came it 
was really violent! She shivered all over, and deep groans poured out of her 
mouth. A shower of juice ran down my fingers, and I quickly pulled them out 
and moved my mouth down to slurp it up. She tasted wonderful. Her cramps 
were so hard that her left leg slipped down from the table. Quickly she 
leaned back against the wall and reached down to hold up her ankles with 
both hands.

	She had not yet finished coming when I pushed back the chair, released my 
trousers and shorts, and ran my cock to the bottom of her in one push.

	"Oh, my God, it hurts up there. God, it's so good, don't ever stop. 
Yesssss. Fuck me. Fuck me so hard. God, I'm coming again!"

	She was boiling hot and wet. Her beautiful face was contorted with passion, 
and pumping cramps made her cunt clutch my cock so tightly, that I barely 
managed to fuck her for three minutes.

	"Oh, Alice. This is so fucking good. I'm going to fill that divine cunt 
now." I held on to her narrow waist and pressed her against me, while I 
pumped her full. It felt as if my brain and my spine turned into liquid, 
molten lead and ran down through my cock and into her. I could hardly stand 
on my legs, and for the moment I felt sure, this was my best fuck ever.

	Finally I pulled out of her. The table and her cunt sure were messy. Plenty 
of juice and my sperm were running out of her, but she looked so beautifully 
satisfied, with a relaxed smile on her wide mouth.

	"My God, Erik. This was so great. I'm sure it was the best ever. I almost 
feel sorry that I have to clean up. Good thing, though, that I have a pair 
of panties in my purse. I think I'm going to need them."

	While we were wiping off the traces of passion I said: "You know, Alice, 
you look so beautiful and frail, and yet you surprise me. I've never met a 
woman with such a direct approach to sex."

	She laughed. "I know. I must be the ideal partner for an office-fuck, 
right?"

	"I guess you're an ideal partner for a lot of things."

	"I can't do much about it, Erik. When I'm horny I lose patience with too 
much beating `round the bush. When I want to have my pussy licked I lose 
passion, if there is too much kissing of thighs and belly; and if I want to 
fuck I go cold through a long foreplay. I'm just that way, Erik."

	"I'm not complaining, Alice. It's just that most women are the other way 
round."

	"I know, I know. I've had my fair amount of complaints. Believe me."

	"Like I said: I'm not complaining. Just wondering."

	"I've been wondering, too. I may have come up with an explanation, though 
not a reason."

	"Tell me."

	"I don't know. You wouldn't be interested, would you?"

	"Sure I am."

	"Well, the closest I've come goes back to the summer I turned 18. I went 
with mom and dad to stay for the summer at my uncle's farm. I had had a few 
very clumsy and lousy lovers, but that summer I had my first orgasms. I had 
a crush on my cousin's husband, and one afternoon we were alone in the barn. 
There was never much time, so it was always very rushed and very passionate. 
Panties down and hump-hump. And I came like a firecracker every time we did 
it that summer. That's as close as I can come. But really I don't see it as 
a problem. It's the way I am, and I like it."

	Back in the office she slipped into a pair of panties, and soon we were 
back to routine.

Chapter three.

	In a quiet moment I called dad.

	"I need you to do me a favour."

	"Speak up."

	"If I give you the address of the people I'm going to deal with in about an 
hour, could you find out a little about them? I wouldn't want to rob them if 
they cannot afford it, but on the other hand I'll use my powers to get a 
good price for the house."

	"Sure."

	"They live in Aarhus, about 300 km from here."

	"You know, distance is no problem. I'll be back soon."

	He came back to me while I was driving home.

	"Of course they were not there, but it looks like they are pretty well off. 
They've got a big house in an attractive neighbourhood, and it's filled with 
fine antiques. I don't think you need to be embarrassed at using a little 
influence. Go for it, boy. Do you want me to hang around and tell you what 
they'll be prepared to pay?"

	"Sure, good idea."

	The Ardale's looked like an affluent couple in their early thirties. 
Actually quite a bit like those self-assured, easygoing and successful 
people I was not at all, when I was their age. The deal went a lot easier 
than I had expected. Mrs. Ardale just loved the house, the garden, and the 
swimming pool, and I had no trouble selling for the equivalent of 400.000 
dollars, which were about 50.000 more than I had been willing to accept. I 
was helped in achieving the good price, by the fact that they wanted to take 
over in two weeks, and they were willing to pay for that. I felt sure, 
though, that Mary could handle a fast move-out. The whole deal took less 
than half an hour!

We said our goodbyes, and the real estate agent got the last word: "I'll 
have all the papers ready for signing Monday at three o'clock, then."

As the whole thing had been so expedient, I decided to go and see how Mary 
and her Italians were faring, before I returned to the office. When I 
arrived at the flat, the whole place looked like chaos! Mary and three men 
were sitting at a small folding table with their lunch. The rest of two 
rooms were cluttered with tools, cupboards, tiles, wires and all. How they 
were ever going to make a kitchen out of it was beyond me. But they all 
looked confident, so I told Mary we'd meet at home when they had finished 
for the day, and she was also happy to learn that the house had been sold. 
"I can manage in two weeks, no problem, dear."

Chapter three.

	Alice had just returned from lunch when I was back at the office.

	"Production wants you for a meeting at two. They want to start the new 
economy-line in three weeks."

	"Well, you've better get the calculations we made, then. Perhaps we'll get 
busy the next couple of weeks."

	"Sure, they are ready. Do you want me to come along?"

	"Certainly. This will be your first try, then. Let's hope Henny taught you 
properly. You know how I want you to have things ready for me, don't you?"

	"Never fear, Erik. Henny gave me all the information I'll need, so I'll 
always have things ready for you."

	"And when we come back here, after the meeting?"

	She threw me a radiant smile: "Anything special you want me to have ready 
for you?"

	"A nice, wet pussy wouldn't be too bad."

	"It's nice and wet now, and I promise you it'll be ready when we come back 
here. Do you want to take advantage of it?"

	"I can hardly wait."

	"Well, you'll have to wait. We have to go to the meeting now."

	There was a big, warm smile on her face when she stepped up close to me, 
threw her arms round my neck and kissed me, while she pressed her slender 
body against mine. Once again I had the feeling that my arms would go three 
times round her slim waist.

	"Get ready, Mr. Hansen, we have a meeting."

	Alice turned out to be at least as efficient as Henny had been, and her 
charming elegance made the meeting flow painlessly along. By three o'clock 
we were back in the office, covered in lists of needed products.

	"Looks like we are in for some busy weeks, Erik," she smiled. "Do you want 
me to file these lists in the archive?" She looked absolutely radiant, and 
her eyes shimmered like diamonds in a lake.

	"Sure, I do. I'll just go to the bathroom, but I want you to be ready when 
I return."

	"Hurry, then."

	I called dad while I walked to the bathroom. Just before I let him take 
over my body I said: "Remember, dad, she likes it without too much 
preliminary fuss. Get in there and fuck her, but make sure I get my body 
back while she cleans up. Right?"

	"Great, son." A minute later I was floating under the ceiling of the 
bathroom, and dad was on his way. I waited for a couple of minutes, and then 
I floated down to the archive to look in on them. He sure had not wasted any 
time. His head was between her lovely, long legs, and she was moaning and 
pulling on her nipples. My body was not a very elegant sight in that 
position, but apparently dad was using it to Alice's pleasure. She was all 
cooked up, face contorted, pinching and pulling her nipples, and humping her 
cunt against his face.

	"Oh, God, Erik. Fuck me now. Fuck me. I need your long cock in me. I'm so 
ready to come - I want to feel your cock when I do."

	Dad sure was fast. In no time he was standing between her legs, pulling 
down slacks and shorts, and when he ran his (my) cock hard into Alice, she 
almost sobbed.

	"Oh, oh. Aaaahhhh. God, it's good. Yesssss. Fuck me, fuck meeeee!"

	Dad sure obliged her! When she started orgasming I know I would not have 
lasted long, but dad continued. She had just been raked by a bunch of 
violent cramps when he pulled out of her. She moaned: "No, no, more..." 
which he answered by lifting her off the table, turning her round in the air 
and setting her down on the floor. With his left hand he pressed her chest 
down on the table, and with the right he ran his cock into her from behind. 
The whole operation lasted no more than 15 seconds from pulling out till 
fucking her again, but it sure got her going. She sounded as if the last two 
minutes were one long orgasm for her, and when dad came, deep in her hot 
cunt, she collapsed, hanging on the table.

	"God, Alice, that was great. You're so hot."

	Alice just moaned an unintelligible answer into her arms. When dad had 
dried off his cock and pulled up his shorts and slacks, he bent down and 
kissed her ass and said: "I've better go to the bathroom and wash off. I 
don't want to smell too much of you when I get home. Take your time, dear."

	Again Alice's answer was nothing but a muted groan, and soon dad and I were 
in the office. Less than a minute later I was back in my body, and all those 
wonderful little tingling feelings you have after a good fuck, hit me.

	"That was incredibly good, son. She sure is a hot lady. But you have better 
go and wash off in the bathroom. She was so wet that you've got it all over, 
and Mary will sure smell it."

	Dad followed me into the bathroom. He kept raving about what a gorgeous 
fuck Alice was. It was almost embarrassing, and I had to tell myself that it 
was a lot more unusual to him than to me.

	"Take it easy, dad. You'll get more opportunities."

	"Thank you, son, thank you. You cannot even begin to understand how great 
it is for me."

	"Well, I think I'm beginning to understand. By the way, I'll remember that 
trick about lifting her up and turning her round. She obviously loved it."

	"Yeah. Most women like to be swept off their feet. When you lift them up in 
your arms, it feels like a hint of submission; at least it proves you are 
stronger than they are. Well, I think she's on her way, so I've better get 
off. Thank's again, son."

	"You are welcome, dad. See you."

	When Alice passed through the office on her way to the bathroom, she leaned 
down and kissed me. "Hi, lover, you were great," she whispered, "I've better 
clean up, too. You made me so wet, people can smell me from a mile away."

	While my eyes followed her across the floor, I realised something new: When 
you get exhausted after a couple of fucks, it is just as much mentally as it 
is physically. In spite of the fact, that dad had just used my body to fuck 
her, Alice's slender body made my cock stir in my pants, and I might very 
well have dragged her back into the archive to give her the third fuck of 
the day.

	Instead we made little preparations for Monday, like lists of needed spare 
parts, telephone- and fax numbers etc., and by four o'clock we had left the 
office. I decided to pay Mary another visit before I went home.

Chapter four.

	Despite persistent rumours of Italian inefficiency, I was quite impressed 
by the progress they had made during the afternoon.

	"Hi, love. Doesn't it look lovely?"

	Three sections were already installed, and I could imagine how it would all 
look. "It looks very fine, dear."

	"I'm glad you came `round. See, they are going to work all hours, and I 
have told them they can sleep here. They have brought air mattresses and 
sleeping bags. That way they save the money for a hotel."

	"That makes sense. With this kind of job your main interest is to bring 
home as much money as possible."

	"Just what they said. I'd like to treat them to a dinner at some cafeteria, 
where they will be allowed to come in their working clothes. Would you be a 
darling and pick us up at about seven? I can't have them in the Alfa Romeo, 
you know."

	"Sure. Ask them if they want to eat Danish or Italian, then I'll book a 
table. It IS Friday, you know."

	"I already asked them. They'd like to try Danish."

	"OK. I'll be by the front door at seven sharp."

	"You are a darling. See you at seven, then."

	It was a lovely spring afternoon, so I drove slowly around in the harbour 
area, which was going to be my new neighbourhood, and I certainly looked 
forward to live there. New buildings were being put up; small squares with 
trees were either finished or still being worked on. And Copenhagen centre 
was 5 minutes away on a bicycle! On weekdays you can easily spend 10 minutes 
trying to find a parking space. We should not make much use of our cars, but 
we should have to acquire a couple of city-bikes.

	When I returned to the house, dad wanted to talk to me. I lay down on the 
sofa, so I could rest while we were talking.

	"First of all, son, thank you for this afternoon. It was divine."

	"You know, you're welcome, dad. There will be other occasions, I promise."

	"Thank you. I shall appreciate that. I wanted to talk to you about 
something completely different. Are you in the mood for some business talk?"

	"Sure, at least if it is not too complicated."

	"Naaah, even you will be able to follow me. I didn't have time to tell you, 
this afternoon. Close your eyes and relax."

	He proceeded to tell me about a young man, who had just joined `the other 
side'. He had started out as a computer programmer, and had later been 
promoted to higher posts in his company, which was an American subsidiary. 
He and dad had discussed the economic possibilities in the computer market, 
and Alex was very frustrated, that he could not make contact with his 
parents. He had said to dad: "Now that I can see what's going on in 
laboratories and boardrooms all over the world, and I'm trained to interpret 
what it means, it's so bloody frustrating, that I can't even tell my 
parents, where they could quadruple their money in a very short time."

	The reason he had confided in dad, was that rumours on their side had it, 
how he was in close contact with his son, and Alex wanted to learn how to.

	"You see, son, it was too tempting for me. I made a proposal to Alex. Now 
you can think about it. If in some way you can bring Alex in contact with 
his parents, the deal is that he will tell you everything he can predict 
from what he observes around the world. I don't have to tell you what a huge 
advantage it would be, if you would know two weeks earlier, that a company 
brings out a new item, or that their net result has exploded."

	"I can see that, dad. His predictions would be hugely more precise than 
yours. But have you considered how long time it took me to be able to have 
direct contact with you?"

	"Yes, I have, and I know it would be too long time. I have brought Alex 
here; he's sitting in the chair by the TV. Would you talk to him for a 
little while?"

	"Sure, but how can I do that? You're the only one I can tune in on."

	"That's exactly how it can be done. When I open my mind to Alex, I can let 
his thoughts flow through me, so you can receive them, almost as if they 
were my own. Are you willing to try?"

	"You're sure it won't do any harm to our communication?"

	"Not a bit."

	"OK. Let's try."

	There was a short stop in his thoughts. A little later I could feel, that 
it was another person talking to me. His words came faster, and there was a 
funny quiver to them.

	"Hello, Mr. Hansen. This is Alex."

	"Hello, Alex."

	"You should make me so happy, if you can bring me in some kind of contact 
with my parents."

	"I should think so, Alex. I know how happy it has made me and my dad."

	"I know it will take a very long time to reach that kind of insight, but 
for a start I would love it, if I can bring them messages through you, until 
one day they can receive themselves."

	"Why would they believe me, if I turned up on their doorstep and said I 
have a message from their son? More likely they'd call the police."

	"I thought that if I told you something, which no one else could know, 
they'd be willing to listen to you. Your dad and I would be present, and we 
could answer any questions they might have."

	"How would you want me to begin?"

	"You could tell my mom something she has not even told my dad. One summer 
day when I was 7 a wasp stung me, and my mom fainted at the sight. When she 
came around again she put chlorhexedrine on the sting. While she was doing 
that, she was stung herself, and she fainted again. Only my mom and I know 
that."

	"Yeah, that sounds rather private. But what about business?"

	"You can tell them, that on Monday a small company called `CompuDan' will 
publish a very fine result, and in two days their shares will rise about 70 
percent. At least no less than 50 percent, as far as I can interpret their 
result."

	"That ought to convince them. Where do they live? Maybe I can go and visit 
them tomorrow, while Mary is busy in our new apartment."

	He gave me an address in the western suburbs of Copenhagen, so I told dad 
and Alex to be on the alert around noon. Finally I asked for some peace, so 
I could have a little rest before I had to pick up Mary and her Italians.

	I took them to a cafeteria, which usually is frequented by taxi people and 
lorry drivers. It looks run down from the outside, but inside you can get 
some of the best traditional Danish dishes, prepared to a standard you would 
not expect from such a place. I treated them to one of my own favourites: 
Sliced hearts fried with lots of parsley for 4 hours, then fat cream added 
to make the sauce, all of it served with mashed potatoes. Surely not a dish 
for health freaks and veggies, but I love it, and the Italians ate two 
helpings!

	When we finally got home Mary was exhausted.

	"It has been such an exciting day, Erik. Heavens, I'm tired. Would you 
please make me an espresso and pour me Grappa?"

	"Of course, dear. Why are you so tired?"

	"Trying to speak French with a guy, who knows even less than I do, but who 
wants to involve me in a lot of decision-making. My head is spinning. 
Tomorrow I'll have to bring my dictionary."

	"I have a much better idea. If I can have a spin in your Alfa Romeo right 
now, I'm sure I can help you."

	"Of course you can have it. What do you have in mind?"

	"I'll run down to the office. I have a laptop there, which you can hook up 
to the telephone line in the apartment. We subscribe to a 
dictionary-service, which covers all European languages. It's not only plain 
dictionaries. It has hundreds of topics you can plug into and find 
sentences, explanations and all; almost like a parleur, only much more 
detailed."

	"Would you really pick it up for me?"

	"Sure. Have your espresso and Grappa and relax. I'll be back in half an 
hour. I can show you how to use it in the morning."

	"You are such a darling, Erik. My car keys are on the kitchen table."

	When I returned with the laptop Mary was fast asleep on the sofa. I could 
not make myself wake her up, so I just covered her with a blanket and went 
up to bed. She must have joined me during the night, because when I woke up 
she was sleeping beside me, naked. When I turned my head towards her, I 
noticed a little piece of paper between our pillows: "Please kiss me when 
you wake up. I want to make love to you."

	Who was I, to disobey such an order? I kissed her, and when she finally 
opened her eyes, she threw her arms round my neck.

	"Good morning, love. So you found my little note."

	"Yes. Couldn't very well disobey, could I?"

	"Mmmm. I love you, you know. More than ever."

	She climbed my body. What followed was nothing graphically spectacular. She 
made love to me, so warm, so loving, so gentle. She covered me, not only 
with her beautiful body, but with her emotions, too. For half an hour we 
floated on a cloud of happiness and love, and when we came it was more like 
our hearts being joined than it was our bodies satisfying their hunger. God, 
I loved that woman.

	After breakfast I showed her how to connect to the dictionary service and 
how to find the parts about furniture, kitchens, crafts, and all. At half 
past ten she was ready to leave.

	"I'll pick up some sandwiches for lunch. Could I persuade you to take us to 
that cafeteria again? "

	"Sure. Same time?"

	"Yes, please."

Chapter five.

	At noon I summoned dad.

	"Have you checked that they are at home?"

	"Yes. They have just finished shopping. They are at home, all right."

	"OK. I'll give it a try."

	It was a neat little house in a what we call a `Silver anniversary 
neighbourhood' in Denmark. You know, the kids have grown up and left home, 
and it happens to nearly all the families around the same time, because they 
were young and newly wed, when the houses were built. Alex's parents were 
having coffee on the terrace. I opened the garden gate and went up to them.

	"Good morning. My name is Erik Hansen. Can I have your attention for a 
minute?"

	"What is this about? We haven't met before, have we?"

	"No. I want to tell you, that when Alex was 7 years old he was stung by a 
wasp, and you, Mrs. Langholm, fainted. When you regained your consciousness 
you put chlorhexedrine on the sting, and then you got stung yourself, and 
you fainted again."

	"What kind of nonsense it this," Mr. Langholm barked. He turned to look at 
his wife, who had turned all pale. "What is he telling us, Karen? Is it 
true? And how can he know?"

	Mrs. Langholm stuttered a little. In a very weak voice, almost a whisper, 
she said: "It is true. It happened just like that. But nobody knows! Alex 
and I never told anybody."

	"How on Earth have you got such an information? And why do you come here?"

	"Can I sit down? This is going to take some explanation and some time."

	"All right, sit down. But you've better have a good explanation."

	"Mr. and Mrs. Langholm. If I had come to your terrace on this sunny 
Saturday, and told you that I have been in contact with Alex, would you have 
listened to me?"

	"I might," Karen said, "but my husband would have sent you away. But it is 
true, John. It happened just that way. And only Alex and I know."

	"This is crazy," John answered, not as angry as before, but still grumpy. 
"You claim you can make contact with Alex? He's been dead and buried for 4 
weeks, now. You'd be a cruel man if this is a scam."

	"I can."

	"OK. Then ask him why I have a scar on my little finger."

	"I shall. It may take a minute or two."

	I closed my eyes, and I hoped to God that dad and Alex were ready. Dad was 
there immediately.

	"We heard the question. I'll pass Alex through to you."

	Alex was there, again, talking faster than dad, with his quivering `voice'. 
"I had climbed a tree in our garden, and I didn't dare to climb down. My 
father fetched a ladder, and while he took me into his arms he tore a finger 
on a broken branch, but he wouldn't go to the hospital to have it sown up."

	I told John. He was stunned. For a while he was silent, then he looked 
firmly at me. "Mr. Hansen, that was correct. How incredible it may be, I 
believe you are in contact with Alex. But why? And how?"

	Karen got up and went into the house. A little later she returned with a 
cup for me. I told them about dad and about the spiritist `temple' in 
Copenhagen, where I heard from him the first time. I also told about the 
months of training and meditation I had gone through.

	"Could we do the same?"

	"I don't know. Maybe one of you would be able to do it. For now, I'll try 
if I can let Alex talk to you through me."

	I told dad, that he should tell Alex to speak more slowly; then I would try 
to bring his words on to his parents, like the simultaneous interpreters in 
UN. I closed my eyes, and after a few attempts Alex' words came out of me in 
a chopped up stream.

	He told about missing them, and then he brought out his plan about helping 
them with investments in the computer business.

	"How will we know what to do?"

	"I can give the messages to Erik, and he can call you on the phone and tell 
you."

	"We haven't got that much money, Alex. How can we know that you are right?"

	I told them about CompuDan and what was going to happen on Monday. I also 
said that I'd call my broker first thing in the morning to buy 20.000 
dollars worth of shares. (I did that, and I sold them again on Thursday for 
34.000 dollars)

	"Can you teach us how to make contact with Alex on our own?"

	"I'm sorry to disappoint you. First of all, I'm not a very good teacher, 
and secondly I'm a very busy man. I'd advice you to try the spiritist temple 
in Copenhagen. I got my first instructions from a medium there. For the next 
six to twelve months you'll have to make do with the information I can give 
you on the telephone. But you'll have a fine head start. Alex is very eager 
to make contact with you, which makes it all a hundred times easier, like it 
did for me."

	I turned to Karen. "I think you should be the one to try. I can feel you 
are a lot more sensitive than John, no offence, and as this needs a terrible 
lot of concentration, it is no help at all if you do it both of you. Later, 
when you have learned how to do it, you may tutor John, but I'm not quite 
sure he's got the talent for it."

	I left them to ponder what had happened. Dad was with me while I rode back 
through Copenhagen. He told me that Alex was intolerably ecstatic and very 
grateful. And I told dad, that the next couple of weeks were going to be 
busy, and probably would include a journey or two. Would he like to come 
along and try some of those secretaries? Of course he would.

	Over the next two years Alex proved to be a most lucrative acquaintance. 
Not even once was he wrong in his predictions! Time and time again we would 
buy shares one day and sell them again a week later, when they would have 
gained 25 to 50 percent in value. On top of it, we had no need to follow 
what happened on the stock exchange. Alex told us all. When the computer 
market crashed two years later, I had turned one million into 26, and I did 
not own one single share when it happened! Karen had gained contact with 
Alex, but she kept me informed. They went from `well off' to `rich', and 
when it was all over they bought a luxury 50-passenger bus, fitted it into a 
rolling home, and disappeared out into the world.

Chapter six.

	I returned to the house and indulged myself with an afternoon nap in my 
bed. My sleep must have been filled with horny dreams, because when I woke 
up at five I sported a boner of proportions, and all kinds of wicked 
fantasies filled my head. I knew, unfortunately, that Mary was so 
preoccupied with the flat, that torrid sex was not foremost on her mind. 
When I had had a shower to cool me off, I decided to go to the flat and 
maybe exercise a little mind control on her.

	When I got there, they were almost finished! Everything was installed and 
working. They even had laid almost half of the marble floor. Mary was 
enthusiastic. They had decided to use the blue tiles to make a square in the 
middle of the floor, with a star-pattern in centre. If we could push dinner 
a little, they would finish the kitchen today and return to Italy Sunday 
morning. I made my decision then and there.

	One look at Mary told me how occupied she was with the kitchen. Gone were 
her languid, sexy movements, and there was not even a faint gleam of flirt 
in her eyes. I flashed her a short-lived picture of us all walking to the 
cafeteria, Mary walking arm in arm between two of the guys. A little later I 
flashed her a picture of the dinner, her sitting between the same two guys, 
and then I added a tingling sensation in her belly. At last, just before 
they finished the floor, I let her see, for a second, she held from behind 
by me, being fucked by the oldest of the guys. Knowing my horny Mary I felt 
sure this would do it. I enjoyed to see her wake up, sexually. Her movements 
changed, her eyes lit up, and a little later she was obviously flirting with 
me, and a few times with the Italians.

	"Isn't it beautiful, Erik?"

	"I have to admit that you were right. I've never seen such a beautiful 
kitchen. Those blue tiles among all the whites add to it. And they are 
almost finished, now. Impressive."

	"Yes, they are good, aren't they? You were not afraid to leave me alone 
with those three guys?"

	"No. Not really. I only hoped that you'd wait until I was there, too, if 
you were up to something."

	She punched my shoulder and laughed. "You naughty you. You would, wouldn't 
you?"

	"I might. Might you?"

	"Now you're really naughty. To tell you the truth, it never crossed my mind 
until you mentioned it. But yes, I might." She blushed and went into the 
living room.

	The kitchen was finished shortly after seven. True to the picture I had 
flashed her, Mary walked arm in arm with two of them, as we went to the car. 
All through dinner she was very much alive, and when we were about to leave 
she asked them: "If I buy a couple of bottles of wine here, would you like 
us all to go back to the flat to celebrate with a glass or two?"

	The oldest said a lot in French, so fast that I could not understand what 
he said. Mary translated: "He said we should not buy wine. They have brought 
three bottles of Bardolino from home. They want to share them with us."

	"OK, then, let's go." In the parking basement they fetched two more folding 
chairs, some glasses, and three bottles of wine from their lorry. Soon we 
were seated round their folding table, enjoying  the fine wine, Mary now 
flirting openly with me and the three Italians. It was not until then, that 
I learned their names were Marco, Ango, and the youngest Giovanno.

	There was a lot of teasing Giovanno, which I did not understand.

	"On their drive up here he had bragged about all the Danish pussy he was 
going to have," Mary translated, "but he got nothing, and tomorrow morning 
they are going home."

	"Well, Mary. What do you recon? We are never going to see these guys again. 
Are you going to help him?"

	"Are you crazy? With Marco and Ango present? And what about you?"

	"You know it was OK with me, when we did it with the Pizza boy. So why not 
a carpenter?"

	"Yeah, but what about the other two?"

	"It seems to me that if ever you had a fantasy about doing  more men, this 
is your chance. I think I'll love it."

	Mary blushed a little and was very quiet for a moment. The very little 
French I had was sufficient to understand in general, what she said, because 
she spoke very slowly. She opened two buttons in her dress, looked Giovanno 
into his eyes and said: "We can't let you go back to Italy without knowing 
the Danish women, can we? Do you dare to kiss me?"

	Giovanno looked very surprised, almost like one big question mark. Ango 
nodded to him, and he got up from his chair, went round the table and bent 
down to kiss Mary. She bent her head backwards, threw her arms round his 
neck, and kissed him hungrily for almost a minute. Giovanno reached in to 
fondle her lovely breasts while he kissed her. All my lecherous feelings 
from the afternoon returned, and the adrenalin rushed through me, watching 
my pretty Mary kissing that young man, no more than 20, I'd guess.

	When she came up for air, her cheeks were red and her eyes had that horny 
gleam I had learned to love. She said a few, fast words in French and got up 
from her chair. She took Giovanno by the hand and led him into the living 
room, towards the mattresses I had noticed there. At the same time Ango and 
Marco got up, picked up the two bottles, which still contained some wine, 
and all the glasses.

	Mary was standing in front of the mattresses. "If you really mean this, 
you'll undress me. You can convince me, that I have not misinterpreted your 
words, and you can show the guys what we are up to. OK?"

	I took her into my arms and kissed her. She was all shaky, and she almost 
sucked my lips and tongue into her mouth. I broke the kiss, opened the rest 
of her buttons and her belt, and pulled the dress down her shoulders and 
hips, until she could step out of it. I opened her bra and let it fall, and 
last I grabbed the waistband and pulled her panties down her legs. Her 
stockings and garter belt I left on her. A short feel of her pussy convinced 
me, that she was more than ready for this. I then grabbed her shoulders and 
turned her towards Giovanno, who stood like a statue while I undressed her. 
She asked him if she was the only one to be naked, and soon we had all shed 
our clothes and were sitting on the mattresses, like a picnic in a nudist 
camp. Mary lay down on her back and reached out for Giovanno.

	"God, Erik," she whispered. "I hope you're not going to be jealous. I'm so 
terribly horny, love."

	"Go for it, Mary."

	Soon Giovanno was lying on top of her, kissing her breasts and slowly 
crawling up to bring his cock in position. Mary pulled her legs out from 
under him and let her thighs fall apart. She sent me a brilliant smile as 
she reached down and grabbed his cock. She looked into my eyes while she 
rubbed it up and down a few times, but when he pushed into her she closed 
her eyes, and a blissful smile spread on her face. Marco had stretched out 
beside Mary, and he started caressing her belly and her breasts while 
Giovanno fucked her. I watched Mary's left hand creep down to fondle his 
cock. I moved over so my cock hit her right hand, and for a moment she 
opened her eyes. When she saw it was mine she smiled, grabbed it, and closed 
her eyes again.

	I don't know what she was doing to Marco's cock, but she treated mine to 
divine manipulations. So divine that when Giovanno fucked her harder and 
faster, and I could feel that she was climbing the mountain to her first 
orgasm, I had to withdraw from her hand. I rolled over and motioned to Ango 
to take my place. When Marco and Ango took to sucking each their breast, 
Mary let out a loud wail and came hard, while Giovanno pumped her full. She 
was not even halfway down from this hard orgasm, when Giovanno pulled out 
and was replaced by Marco within a few seconds.

	Mary opened her eyes and looked at Marco, who fucked her hard and heavy. 
Soon she was groaning deeply, and her breathing again became fast and 
ragged.

	"Oh, my God, Erik," she said to me, when I lay down on the free side of 
her, "they are so terribly different! I'm such a whore that I enjoy it so 
much. Hold my hand, please, and say you're not angry at me."

	"I'm not angry, my fine whore. If you hadn't accepted my proposal, I would 
have slapped your ass and ordered you to do it. I can think of no better way 
to take possession of our new flat."

	"Erik, Erik, he fucks me so good. I'm coming again. I'm coming. God, it's 
good. Eeeeooowwww, I'm coming." Her thighs and her belly were shaking with 
cramps. She threw her ankles round Marco's back and humped her hungry cunt 
against him. Just as she was starting to relax, Marco groaned like an angry 
bull and pumped into her wet cunt. Mary's legs slumped down to the floor, 
and a little later Marco pulled out of her.

	She was a wonderful sight! Her shaved cunt was red and battered, and a 
small stream of hot sperm was running out of her.

	"Please, give me a little break. Can I have another glass of wine?"

	I helped her to sit up, and Ango handed her a glass. Then he said something 
in French, which I did not understand. Not Mary's answer, either. I looked 
at her to make her translate.

	"He said I should take my time, and that I didn't have to fuck him too. He 
also said he wished he could make his own wife do this."

	"And what did you answer?"

	"I said I wanted to fuck him too!"

	When Mary had finished her glass of wine, I grabbed her shoulders and 
pulled her back towards me, so her head rested in my lap and my hands were 
on her lovely tits.

	"Open your legs. I'm sure Ango is ready to fuck you. The oldest will be the 
last."

	"God, Erik, you are terrible," she said, but at the same time she opened 
her legs and spread out invitingly. Ango pushed her right leg more open and 
slipped his fat cock into her, while he lay almost sideways to her. From my 
position behind her I could see her cuntlips being stretched and pulled, as 
Ango fucked her slowly and deliberately. As he was supported on his left 
arm, he had his right hand free to join my two hands on Mary's body. Between 
us we caressed her belly, her clitoris and her breasts all the time. Soon 
she moaned and whimpered again, and she reached her left hand back under her 
head to grab my hard cock.

	"Is it good, sweetie?"

	"Ooohhh, yessss. I can't believe it. I'm horny as hell again."

	"You look terrific, Mary. I love to see you fuck. I love when you are so 
horny that you hump your cunt against him."

	"Oohhh, Ango. Fuck me. Ango, fuck me!"

	I slipped her off my lap and down on the mattress. Ango rolled on top of 
her, and he certainly fucked her! Hard and deep. Mary stretched her legs 
straight up in the air, holding on to his hips with her quivering thighs. 
When she started coming she sounded almost as if she was crying. Small 
sobbing sounds, little whines and deep groans. Finally Ango collapsed on top 
of her, still pumping his sperm into her. When he pulled out of her and got 
up, she was some hot sight.

	"Erik. I'm all fucked out. Can you wait till we get home? I need a little 
rest."

	"Sure, I can wait. Let's go now. We can talk and fuck later, right?"

	"Thank you, love. I'll make it up to you when we get home."

	While we got dressed, we told the Italians how they should lock the door in 
the morning and throw the key into the letterbox. Mary kissed them all 
goodbye, and we thanked them for a fine job done. It was a strange ride 
home, me and my hard, horny cock alone in the Toyota, knowing that my Mary 
and her fucked out cunt were behind me in the Alfa Romeo. I could hardly 
wait, and I had no intention to miss my reward-fuck, once we were at home.

	We had hardly closed the front door when Mary clung to me and kissed me 
savagely.

	"My God, Erik, that was so terribly wicked. I can't believe you let them 
fuck me."

	"You wanted it, didn't you?"

	"You know, that's strange. I didn't think of it for one moment, but when 
you were there, too, ...  yes, I wanted it! All women should try it once in 
their life."

	"It was that good?"

	"Better! I'll just have to go to the bathroom, then I'll reward you."

	"OK, but don't you dare to shower or wash."

	"Ooohhh, my husband has some dirty wishes? I just have to pee, then I'll be 
with you."

	I undressed and sat down in the sofa. When she returned from the bathroom 
she looked at me, pulled her dress off, and stood in front of me with her 
hands on her hips and legs slightly apart. She looked absolutely whorish and 
fucked over. Her shaved cunt was red, and dried sperm covered her thighs, 
stuck in flakes on the tops of her stockings, and made her mons and lower 
belly shine. She straddled me, one knee on either side, and slowly she 
lowered herself down on my hard and horny cock.

	She was incredibly slimy, sloppy, hot and alive. Like wet silk her cunt 
massaged me, and little drops of Ango's sperm seeped down my cock and wet my 
hair. I told her that I had never been so horny before; that I liked my 
whore to be fucked; that I could feel her cunt still tingling; that her cunt 
was sloppy and slimy, and that I should not last long.

	"After all I've been hard for almost an hour and a half, and I need to fill 
you up."

	"Wait a second. On the way home I promised myself that I'd reward you. You 
remember Sarah from the yakkedi-club? She is one horny woman, and I know she 
has the hots for you. And Majbritt is a wild one, too. Tomorrow I'll call 
them and make a date, when they'll come here and fuck you silly. Two horny, 
married women and your own horny wife, will that be a suitable reward?"

	"I'd say it would. Do you really think they'll do it?"

	"I'm sure they will."

	"Well, they won't be that different, will they?"

	"Judging from the three cocks I've had in me tonight, they'll be very 
different! That's what made me feel like such a whore, Erik. They felt 
different, they fucked different, and I felt I could fuck the whole world. 
And now I want you to come all the way up in the bottom of my cunt, because 
yours is the longest, and none of the others were up there. Come, Erik, 
spurt in your wife's cunt, in your wife's well fucked cunt."

	She groaned as she grinded her cunt down on me, and then she fucked me with 
the silkiest, softest and most luxurious movements, up and down, while she 
supported her hands on the back of the sofa and rubbed her lovely breasts in 
my face. When I came I almost fainted, and gush after gush pumped into her.

	I had been excited for so long. A numbing exhaustion overtook me, and I 
barely managed to get up to bed.

	"I love you, Mary. You're one super-woman. Don't shower now, I want you to 
smell of sex when we wake up!"


Chapter seven.

	It was well into the morning when we finally woke up. The smells alone 
could have brought life to a dead man's cock. Combined with the memories of 
Saturday night it made us very horny. At a time, while Mary was sitting on 
my cock, she reached out and grabbed the phone.

	"Hello, Sarah, it's Mary."

	"Do you remember a few months ago, when you said, that if ever I needed a 
substitute you'd be willing?"

	"No, not at all. I need to reward him."

	"Yeah, I'm sitting on it right now."

	"No, I'm not!"

	"You see, last night he let me fuck the three Italians who have built our 
new kitchen."

	"Sure, it's true, and sure it was great."

	"No, I'll tell you about it later. But I think he deserves a reward, don't 
you?"

	"Do you think we could make Majbritt join us?"

	"You would? That's great."

	"No, not today. I intend to fuck him silly right now, but some afternoon 
next week."

	"Yes, I know that. But I'm sure Erik can manage to leave the office for an 
afternoon, so your husbands won't suspect anything."

	"Sure."

	"OK, you find a day which suits you and Majbritt, right?"

	"Yes I am, I'm happy to say."

	"Fine. See you. Bye."

	Mary smiled and made a few lewd movements with her cunt.

	"I told you. Sarah is very eager, and she'll call Majbritt. She was sure 
Majbritt is willing. And she called me a whore."

	"You are, aren't you?

	"Sure I am. I'll show you!"

	It was past noon when we finally got out of bed and showered together. Over 
brunch I told Mary about the busy weeks I had coming up, and how little help 
I should be with the moving.

	"But I've found the moving company we need. All we'll have to do is to make 
a list of where the furniture will go. They'll pack everything, move it and 
unpack it. They'll even hang the pictures if we want. And if there's any 
furniture we do not want, they'll take it to the city dump."

	"They are very expensive, then, aren't they?"

	"Sure, love, but we can afford it. There's no need for you to let the 
moving stress you."

	In the afternoon we went to the new apartment to measure all rooms, so we 
could make a plan for the movers. The Italians had cleaned the rooms 
decently, and for the first time I had the mind to appreciate their work. 
The kitchen was outstanding! On one of the tables they had left an unopened 
bottle of Barolo with a little note of love from Giovanno, Marco and Ango, 
which made Mary blush like a young girl.

	In the bedroom we decided for a whole new wall of cupboards, which Mary 
would order on Monday, to be installed sometime during the week. We also 
decided which rooms would serve which purposes. We would have a large 
bedroom, Mary and I would have each our `home-office', and a fairly large 
room would be for the kids to keep their stuff and to sleep in, when they 
were at home, then an almost huge living room plus a dining room.  I wanted 
a glass double-door between the living room and the dining room, but Mary 
said we should wait until we had tried out how it would work as it was now. 
We could always have a carpenter install one, if we needed it.

	Back home we found out how our ideas matched. As soon as I had measured all 
the furniture, while Mary drew a plan of the apartment, we sat down to find 
out where to place the furniture. There was not a single piece on which we 
disagreed!

	In the late afternoon I wanted to take a little nap so I went upstairs. I 
did not get much peace, though. Dad had some serious business on his mind.

	"Son, I have something to tell you. About the future. About you and me. I 
want to prepare you for what's going to happen."

	"Wow, dad, you sound so solemn."

	"Well, I am, in a way. You see, I want to go into the light."

	"You've better explain that."

	"I shall try. You see, when we die our souls go into the light, where we 
meet with all people, our own people, and with God. Some of us have 
unfinished business on Earth when we die, and we stay in the darkness as 
spirits. That's where I am now. Because I had unfinished business with you."

	"Yes. You told me. You felt you had deserted me."

	"Right. I'm beginning to feel, that I have finished what I wanted. You have 
got the gift of mind-control, you are a wealthy man now, and in a year or 
two you'll be bloody rich. Last, but not least, you understand women a lot 
better today."

	"I can only say `yes' and `thank you' to all three points, dad."

	"You see. There is no need for me any more."

	"But there is, dad. I've grown to love you so much. I'll miss you, if you 
are not there any more."

	"That's the condition of life, son. When somebody dies, we'll miss. But you 
have an advantage, son. You know that we'll meet again. Just as I know that 
I'll meet your mom, when I go into the light."

	"And there is nothing I can do to persuade you to stay?"

	"No, not really."

	"Not even a few nice women?"

	"No. The moment I had made the decision, my need for that disappeared. In 
the near future you're probably going to make a few journeys, but I shall 
not be with you. I have decided that I'll go, before you move to your new 
apartment."

	"I'm sorry to hear that."

	"Don't be, son. You've got a long and happy life ahead of you. I'll teach 
Alex to contact you, so he can keep his promise to his parents. You'll also 
be able to make contact to other spirits, if you need to, but once I've 
crossed the line you can never reach me."

	"Are you sure it will make you happy, dad?"

	"Oh, yes, I am. The light is the purpose of it all. There is infinite peace 
and happiness there. You shouldn't worry about me. On the contrary, I hope 
you'll be happy for me."

	"If that's what you want, I'll be happy. I hope you'll turn up and say 
goodbye, though."

	"No, that's not the way it works. Over the next week or two it will be more 
and more difficult for you to call me, and one day I'll just have 
disappeared. If you imagine your crystal ball now, you'll see that it has 
turned matte already. It's of no use any more, and you may as well discard 
it. This is really the last time you'll talk to me with full communication, 
and you should only call me in an emergency. This will be our good-byes."

	"I'm sorry to lose you, dad, but if that's what you want, I have to be 
happy for you, don't I? I hope you know how wonderful it's been for me to 
know you. And how much you have helped me."

	"I know, son, and the best good-bye-present you can give me, is that you 
won't mourn and you won't cry. Have a good life till we meet again in the 
light."

	"Thank you, dad, and good bye. Give my love to mom."

	When he had gone I felt terribly empty. After all he had been the 
instigator, the helper, and the engineer of the most exciting period of my 
life. I felt infinitely gratefull to him. I had come to love him, too, and 
not only because of all the wonderful things he had given me. A dull sadness 
came over me, but soon I realised that it was because I felt sad for myself. 
There was no need to mourn my dad. I could only hope that when my time to go 
into the light turned up, I should do so with the same feeling of 
fulfilment.

	In the meantime I had a life to live, and what a life I intented to live! 
When I compared it to my mediocre conditions before dad came to me, I could 
hardly believe I was the same man. Or that Mary was the same woman, for that 
matter. When I joined her downstairs, a little later, I had found my 
balance, and a sense of bubbly determination filled me. I grabbed her from 
behind and told her how much I loved her, and how much I looked forward to 
our new life in the centre of Copenhagen.

Chapter eight.

	Monday morning had an explosive start. Tall, slim, beautiful Alice informed 
me, that she had been horny for me all weekend, and that she had masturbated 
at least ten times since we left on Friday!

	"I beg you, Erik, take me in there and fuck me. Just five minutes, please. 
I'm so terribly horny. I'm sure I can't work if you don't!"

	Of course I did. It was raw hungry fucking. No foreplay, no tenderness, 
just cock in pussy, in and out. Alice came like a firecracker and I did a 
minute later, and then we were nearly caught!

	I had barely pulled out of her, when I heard a voice from the office 
calling my name! In a flash I brought my clothes in order and stepped out 
into the office, while Alice slipped out of the back door. It was Mr. 
Peterson.

	"Oh, Mr. Peterson. Sorry. I was looking for some old addresses. What can I 
do for you?"

	"You haven't delivered your holiday plans. Yours and Mrs. Olsen's."

	"Sorry. You see, production just came up with a new line of products, so we 
have three very busy weeks ahead of us. When they are over we'll close down 
office for two weeks. Mrs. Olsen will return then, and she'll `keep the 
doors open', while I have another two weeks."

	"Well, Mr. Hansen, that's fine. I'll get it on the company calendar. Have a 
nice holiday, in case I don't see you before you leave."

	When Alice returned `from the bathroom', we had a hearty laugh like two 
school-kids, who had almost been caught.

	The next couple of days can best be described as busy, but rewarding. 
Wednesday Mary called me at the office to inform me, that Sarah and Majbritt 
would come to our place Thursday afternoon. This coincided splendidly with 
the fact that I'd have to be in Barcelona Friday morning. Of course I'd have 
to leave office Thursday at noon, so I could catch an evening plane to 
Spain.

	Thursday morning I had to use mind control on Alice! The minute I arrived 
in the office, I could see she was horny. I didn't want to waste any libido, 
which I might need in the afternoon, so I cooled her down, which worked 
splendidly, and she put all her energy into preparing the papers I'd need in 
Spain. To tell the truth, a bundle of butterflies were roaming my insides, 
as I drove home that Thursday noon. I knew what was waiting for me, and yet 
I didn't know. How on earth was I going to handle three horny women? Or 
maybe they would handle me? The latter proved to be the case.

	There was no Alfa Romeo in the driveway, but Mary opened the kitchen window 
as I rolled up.

	"Park your car in the garage, so people won't know we are at home. There's 
room beside the Alfa Romeo."

	She received me in the hall, naked. For once totally naked. "Welcome home, 
my hard working husband. Go and have a shower, dear, Sarah will help you, 
and then come into the living room, naked. We are waiting for you."

	Tall, dark Sarah was in the bathroom, all right, naked, as Mary had been.

	"Hello, Erik. This is a little embarrassing, but Mary told me to help you 
with the soap, so please get out of your clothes."

	"How could I resist such an offer from a beautiful woman?" I quickly 
undressed, while Sarah adjusted the shower. As soon as we had douched she 
lathered up the whole front of her body.

	"Turn round, Erik. I've always wanted to wash a stranger this way." She put 
her arms round me, and then she moved her body all over my backside, in a 
most erotic way. When she had finished with my backside she turned me round, 
lathered herself again, and pressed her beautiful, slim body against mine. 
It was a slippery, wet and very sexy feeling. The only trouble was that she 
bumped into my hard cock all the time.

	"Oh, I've better use my tits on that one!" She lathered up her pretty, 
medium sized breasts, and then she knelt in front of me and rubbed my cock 
and balls all over with her soapy breasts. At last she washed me in the nook 
and crannies with her hands, and we rinsed off together.

	"Thank you for a fantasy fulfilled. Now, let's go and join the others."

	In the living room Mary was in one of the armchairs, her right leg over the 
armrest and her lovely, naked cunt on display. A naked blonde, I had not 
seen before, was in the sofa. When we entered the living room she got up to 
meet us. She was a pretty, well-rounded woman. Very pale, and with a 
voluptuous body in the style of Marilyn Monroe.

	"Meet Majbritt," Mary smiled. "You two haven't met before, have you?"

	"No, I can't say we have. It's the first time, and it's also the first time 
I'm introduced to a naked, lovely woman for the first time. Hello, 
Majbritt."

	She stepped up to me, put her arms round my neck, bumped her belly into my 
protruding cock, and kissed me.

	"Wow. I see Sarah has taken good care of you in the shower."

	I sat down in to sofa between Sarah and Majbritt.

	"I love your glass table," Sarah said. "God, I wish my husband would get 
naughty ideas like that. She showed us how you use it, too."

	"You masturbated for them," I asked?

	"Oh, yes. And they showed me what they'd do, if they had one like it at 
home."

	"Maybe you'll show me later," I asked?

	"Of course. Anything you want, Sir." Sarah had turned towards me. Now she 
opened her legs to show me her glistening, black-haired cunt. "Please touch 
me, Erik. I got so horny in the shower, but they had ordered me not to bring 
you off, or to get off myself, for that matter."

	She was sopping wet. When my fingers touched her clit she almost jumped in 
the sofa. "Oh, God, this is great!" She leaned over and licked my ear. Then 
she whispered: "You're only the second man to touch me there. But don't tell 
the others. They don't know I've only had Peter." She groaned into my ear as 
I rubbed her pussy with circular movements.

	"Can I have him now, Mary? I'm so terribly horny."

	"Aren't we all," Mary answered? "But yes, you can have him. Sit down on him 
with your back towards him. Majbritt can help you."

	Majbritt jumped up willingly, took hold of my ankles and pulled me down 
until my ass was almost on the edge of the sofa. Sarah backed up towards me, 
and between her slim thighs I could see and feel how Majbritt grabbed my 
cock, planted a kiss on the head and held it towards Sarah's dripping cunt. 
I supported Sarah's hips while she lowered herself towards my cock. Majbrit 
ran it up and down her slippery crack a few times, and suddenly Sarah let go 
and impaled herself on me. Heaven! She was dripping wet, hot, and incredibly 
tight. I couldn't see much of what was going on in the room, but I kissed 
Sarah's back while my hands found her firm breasts. What a lovely handful. 
When I massaged them Sarah took off. She was very vocal, and she groaned and 
cried while she fucked herself on me. I grabbed her hips again and helped 
her moving up and down. Suddenly I heard Mary say with a very hoarse voice:

	"Hold it, Sarah. I want you to feel something, which I bet you have never 
felt. Majbritt, will you suck her clit or shall I?"

	"God, Mary, you are something! I have never sucked a woman before, but I'm 
willing to give it a try."

	I could feel Majbritt support herself on my legs as she brought her face up 
close to Sarah's cunt. That put fire into Sarah. She threw her upper body 
back upon me, and I felt how she opened up her legs as wide as they would 
go! She almost hyperventilated, and little shrill screams filled the room. 
Her cunt was absolutely electric for a minute or two, until she exploded 
with a loud yell. I was determined to save it for Majbritt, and I had to do 
little calculations in my head, to keep me from coming, too. Finally Sarah 
collapsed like a rag doll.

	"Oh, God, no more, Majbritt, no more. Stop, please."

	I felt Majbritt move away from us, so I took Sarah's slim body in my arms 
and lifted her off my cock. She helped me a little, until she sat in the 
corner of the sofa, looking very happy and very satisfied.

	"I never tried it, either, Majbritt. It was great! Can I try to do it to 
you, later?"

	"Sure. I liked it more than I would have thought. I'm sure I'll like to 
have it done to me."

	"If you ask Mary, I'm sure she'll oblige. She loves it, you know."

	"No, I didn't know. Will you, please, Mary?"

	"Oh, you bet I will. Sit down in the sofa."

	Majbritt looked terribly inviting as she leaned back, with her ass on the 
edge and her soft thighs spread wide. Her soft breasts and her pale, soft 
skin made her look a lot younger than she was. When Mary began kissing her 
belly, Majbritt closed her eyes and was lost to the world. And when Mary 
reached her pussy and parted her hair with the tongue, she was lost in 
passion. She never uttered a sound, but her face was contorted with the 
emotions running through her body and mind. She suddenly opened her eyes 
wide and stared at Mary's head between her thighs.

	"Oh, my God, I'm doing it. It's fantastic, Mary. I've had fantasies about 
this since I was 15. It's better than the best fantasy!"

	When Majbritt started coming I pushed Mary aside and shoved my horny cock 
all the way to the bottom of Majbritt in one push. Her spasming cunt was 
like hot silk. I fucked her with urgency, as I knew I should not last long. 
Her soft breasts quivered on her chest, and suddenly Sarah and Mary were 
there to take care of one breast each. Majbritt never stopped coming while I 
fucked her. She slipped from one orgasm into the next, and her cunt got 
wetter and sloppier all the time. Finally I could not hold back any more. I 
grabbed her hips and exploded deep inside her, pumping her full.
She felt so gorgeous to my cock and my hands, that I stayed inside her till 
my cock started to wilt. When I finally withdrew, Mary shocked her two 
friends. She crept up between Majbritt's legs and sucked my sperm out of her 
cunt. What a sight!

	I slumped down in one armchair, Mary in the other, and Majbritt and Sarah 
in the sofa.

	"That was awesome," Majbritt said. "Now we'll have to see if we can get him 
hard for you, Mary."

	"Oh, no," Mary said. "We'll make him hard for you two. I can always have 
him some other time."

	"I sure hope we can have him some other time, too," said Sarah. "This was 
terribly good. I sure hope this is not the only time."

	"Well, we might," Mary laughed, "but for now I want us to take him upstairs 
and do to him, what he has threatened to do to me."

	"Give us a clue."

	"I want to tie him down on the bed and have three horny women fuck him."

	"My God, has he said he'd do that to you?"

	"Sure, but he hasn't done it yet. The closest were the three Italians he 
had me fuck last Saturday. And I was not tied down."

	So we went upstairs, and Mary used her cuffs on me. Soon I was stretched 
out on the bed, and those three crazy women went to town on me. For the next 
hour and a half my world was a blur of cunts, tits, lips and hands. They 
fucked and sucked me; they fucked and sucked each other. They used Mary's 
strap on to fuck me and to fuck each other. I managed to come twice, once in 
Sarah and once in Mary.

	Finally, around four o'clock, they were getting ready to go home. There 
were lots of tender good-bye kisses and wishes for repeat performances.

	Sarah smiled to Mary and said to me: "If ever you need a good fuck, just 
call me."

	"That goes for me too," laughed Majbritt, "but I'd prefer for all of us to 
be together."

	"Out, out, out you go," Mary grinned, as she ushered them out of the front 
door. She turned towards me: "Now we have better get you ready for 
Barcelona. Your plane is at seven, isn't it?"

	"Yes."

	"Well, you've better get showered, then."

	"Will you join me?"

	"No, love. I'll make you a light supper so you don't have to eat that lousy 
airline food. Also I want you to have this smell in your nose when you 
leave. Might prevent you from being tempted by those dark Spanish beauties."

	"Never fear, dear. You really gave me a work over! I'm not likely to be 
tempted by anyone."

	Mary drove me to the airport and promised to pick me up Friday at six.


Chapter nine.

	Even without dad there, my gift of mind control worked perfectly in 
Barcelona, and in Mestre (on the mainland close to Venezia) the next 
Tuesday. I made some very profitable deals, which completed my needs for 
spare parts, and on Wednesday I could leave the office around ten, so I 
could help Mary with the movers.

	Moving to the new apartment was kind of a leaf turned over, and the 
beginning of a new life-style.

	I never had contact with dad again. Of course I missed him, but on the 
other hand I really could not complain. He had given me the gift, he had 
made me a wealthy man, and he had pulled me out of my mediocre life. I 
stayed in contact with Alex, until he thought he had done enough for his 
parents, and chose to go into the light. By that time we had changed from 
wealthy to very rich.

THE END.


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