2 comments/ 87414 views/ 3 favorites Settling In Ch. 01 By: upforalmostanything2 This story has a long introduction, so if you are looking for instant gratification this may not be the story for you. Try looking at my other stories; they are listed under the name upforalmostanything. "You can't settle down and provide me the security I need." Those were the last words in the letter from my latest ex-girlfriend. I had a good job with a large corporation, and made a good living. The only drawback was that they relocated me. A lot. I am 31 and had been with the company for 6 years. I quickly moved up the ladder because of my willingness to relocate. In fact I was so willing to relocate they moved me 9 times in that 6 year period. The call came at a little after nine on a Tuesday morning. "Eric, this is Bob Chambers, can you meet me for lunch today?" Bob Chambers was the executive in charge of the Midwest division. He was based out of the Kansas City office and happened to be here in Phoenix for a large executive conference. I knew what this meant, I was moving...again. I met Bob for lunch and was prepared for the speech, after all I had already heard 8 times before. "Eric, I'm not going to play games. I want you on my team. Our office could use a guy like you. This isn't a temporary position like you are used to, once you get to Kansas City, I suggest you look into buying a house." I told Bob that I was very interested in his offer, but needed a day or two to think about it. It was a line full of bullshit, but I didn't want to seem too eager. As I was getting ready to leave the next afternoon, I picked up the phone and dialed Bob's cell number. "Hello?" "Bob, Eric Wallace. When do you want me in Kansas City?" Bob chuckled and told me that the transfer paperwork was already filled out; he'd turn it in to have it processed in the morning. I went online at home and began my online house hunting. Finally I was going to be the man all my ex girlfriends wanted, successful and settled. I narrowed my decision to 5 houses that I wanted to view in person and set an appointment with the realtor. I flew to Kansas City a week later and took walk throughs of the 5 houses. I narrowed my decision to 2 and told the realtor that I would call him with my decision by mid-week. The house I finally decided on was a large house built in the early 70's. The layout was massive with all the living space on the main floor and in the finished basement. There were 3 bedrooms and a large walk in attic on the second floor, with the huge master located off the back of the main floor. It almost seemed as though it was an after thought the way it wasn't near to any main part of the house, only connected by a long hallway. I liked the way it was laid out, because when and if I married and had kids, the master bedroom and bath provided a bit of privacy. It was one of two houses located at the end of a dead end street right across from a small park with a lake. Most of the habitants of the neighborhood were older than me, mostly in their 50's and up. Many of the people still lived in the house they had built for them. I had two months before my transfer was enacted, so I met with designers and remodelers and gave my house a little make over. My move went seamlessly and I began my new position as one of Bob Chamber's junior executives. I participated in all kinds of company events, softball, basketball, charity events, anything to get to know more people. The truth was, I was exactly where I wanted to be in my life, but I was lonely. I needed someone to share my success with. I worked very hard to get to where I was, but all I had to show was any an empty house to go home to at night. Two months passed and spring came. I decided that there were things that needed to be done to the yard. After many trips to the local Home Depot, I was starting to turn my yard into a perfect little suburban slice of heaven. Well, somebody's slice of heaven. One day while tearing down the deck in preparation to build a new one I met my next door neighbor. Marlene Johnson appeared to be in her late 40's or early fifties. Her hair was brunette with just a hint of gray. She had a small slender waist and ample breasts. I bet she was extremely hot in her younger days. She had bright green eyes that seemed to sparkle in the spring sun. "Hello, I'm Marlene. Marlene Johnson. Sorry it took so long for one of us to get over to say hello." Her voice was light and sweet. I moved to the fence to shake her hand, "I'm Eric. It took me a little longer to get settled in or I would have come by and introduced myself." "It's ok, we hoped you were settling in nicely. I'm sorry, my husband Fred hasn't gotten around yet." We chatted for awhile, she told me of the old neighbors and a bit about the neighborhood. After learning a bit about her and her husband I was invited to dinner. I gladly accepted, and went back to work on the deck. Fred Johnson was a wonderful guy. He was in his early sixties, a doctor, full of stories, but paralyzed from the waist down. Fred had a love for driving fast. He became a renowned surgeon in the area, and began making decent money. Fred bought fast sports cars through the years, finally being done in buy a Porsche 911 Carrera Turbo. Apparently one night coming home from a charity function Fred was speeding along when a drunk driver swerved into his lane. Fred swerved to avoid him losing control of the car and hitting a concrete embankment. The wreck severed his spinal cord and left him in a wheel chair. After recovering, Fred stopped performing surgeries and took up a family practice. Marlene had always been a stay home wife. She raised their two kids and nursed Fred back to health after his car accident. After the kids moved out and Fred was back practicing medicine, Marlene began volunteering her time at a local children's hospital. The Johnson's seemed like the stereo typical suburban parents. We became friends quickly. We shared dinners, I helped Fred do some of the things around the house he could no longer do, because of his physical limitations. Spring turned to summer and summer to fall. I had dated a few women, but none seemed to be the type that I was looking for. I was talking to Marlene one afternoon after helping her rake leaves when she asked me, "Eric, why aren't you with someone? You are too handsome and too charming to be alone." "Well, Fred already married the only perfect woman, so I am still looking for the second most perfect woman," I chuckled. Marlene giggled and said, "If you only knew, you'd run and hide Eric." I laughed with her, but got the feeling I was only getting part of the joke. That weekend I had a date with a woman named Marcy, and things went so well, we ended up back at my house. After a few rounds of extremely good sex we said our goodbyes, and made a date for the next weekend. I was just about to jump in the shower when the phone rang. It was Fred and he asked if I could give him a hand. I told him that I would run over right after my shower and he replied, "Ok but hurry." I was caught off guard by this because Fred had never been pushy about needing help before. I showered, dressed and went next door. Fred informed me that Marlene had gone to get her hair and nails done and there was some stuff in a closet that he needed, but couldn't reach. I went into their room and pulled the two boxes from the top shelf. They were marked "Marlene 1977-81" and "81-???" I had no idea what the urgency was or why Fred had seemed so pushy on the phone, but I got the feeling he wanted something in those boxes without Marlene's knowledge. I felt like he was using me and I started to get mad when he turned to me and asked something, "Eric do you think you could do me a huge favor? Before you answer just keep in mind that I will forever be indebted to you." I started to answer when he said, "This is a huge favor, one that I expect you to think hard about before answering, Ok?" I nodded and he began rummaging through the boxes after I laid them on the bed. He pulled out a shoe box from one of the boxes, opened it and glanced in. A smile confirmed he found what he was looking for. I put the two larger boxes back into the closet and we went to the kitchen. Fred grabbed 2 beers from the fridge and went out into the garage. I was still puzzled by his activities but followed. "Eric there is a dance that is coming up, it's an annual ball that me and Marlene used to attend every year before my accident." I started to feel like an ass, I could see where this was going and here I was irritated by Fred's phone call. I could have finished the next sentence for him. "Marlene doesn't know I am asking you this, but would you be interested in taking her for me? She really deserves this, she won't go because she doesn't want me to feel left out." I started to answer when he put his right hand up and patted the shoebox in his lap with his left. "This is a rather exclusive ball. I am sending this box with you, take a couple of days to look through the contents, then you call me with your decision." I nodded and Fred slammed the remainder of his beer. With a grin he said, "Now get out of here before she gets home and finds out what I'm up to." I took the box and the remainder of my beer and headed home quickly. I went to my office and sat at the desk. I sat the box and my beer down. I opened the lid of the shoe box and saw two small photo albums, they were the kind that only held about 30 pictures and you flipped through like a rolodex. I took one out and I began to flip through it. I saw pictures of Marlene and Fred dressed from previous balls. Marlene was absolutely stunning in her youth. I guessed that the pictures in this album put Marlene in her mid to late twenties. There were pictures of the couple dancing with each other and with various other partners. There were some of them sitting at a table with other couples. I reached in and pulled out the second album, more of the same. "Why was Fred so secretive about all this?" I began to wonder. I looked in the shoe box, at the bottom laying face down were many other pictures. I scooped them up and began to look through them. The look on my face must have been priceless. The first picture was of Marlene, she was in one of her ball dresses, but this wasn't what I had ever pictured her as. The straps of the dress were pulled done exposing those ample breasts. A man, not Fred, was sucking her right one while fondling the left. The dress was hiked up around her waist where another woman's head was between her legs, apparently licking her pussy. My dick began to harden as I to look through the pictures that were lying loose. There had to be 40 or 50 pictures of Marlene doing all kinds of sex acts. One man, two men, a group of men, women, it seemed that Marlene did it all. At some point I absentmindedly pulled my cock out and began to stroke it. My hand flew up and down my shaft, I finally came when I saw a picture of Marlene naked with three people. She was sitting on one man's cock while Fred stuffed her ass. While the two men were filling her, Marlene had her head buried in a petite blonde's crotch. As I cleaned up the sticky mess I had just made all over my lap I was in shock. My mature motherly neighbor was a slut in her younger days, and had photos to prove it. The next thought that hit me was her husband was asking me to take her to a ball, well to get balled! I didn't know what to think. I wondered how it would change our relationship as neighbors if I agreed. Would Fred be hurt if I said no? Would he feel that I didn't feel find his wife attractive? I knew I had to think this through before I gave Fred an answer. The weekend came and I had not seen or talked to Fred or Marlene, this was kind of a relief, because I was still unsure of my decision. I went out on my date with Marcy and after dinner we were back at her apartment. We sipped wine and talked. Soon one thing lead to another and we were in her bed. I had Marcy on all fours pounding into her from behind when all of a sudden I remembered the picture of Marlene and Fred with the other couple. I felt my balls tighten. I pulled out and shot long, thick ribbons of cum all over Marcy's back. My mind had been made up. The next day after I left Marcy with the promise I would call her and see when we could get together again, I got in my car to go home. I picked up my phone and dialed Fred and Marlene's number. Marlene answered and I felt myself growing hard at the sound of her voice. "Hello?" "Marlene its Eric is Fred busy, I have to ask him a real quick question?" "No not at all dear, let me get him for you." I heard her set the phone down and call for Fred. "Hello," Fred's voice seemed shaky, almost giddy. "Fred, do you think you could come over to the house in about an hour or so? I have something to show you." I never heard Marlene hang up her extension so I didn't want to say too much. "Sure, I'll just walk right on over," Fred chuckled. "Ok smartass, call and I'll meet you in the garage and wheel your handicapped ass into the house." I laughed back. Fred laughed hard at this. I don't think too many people joked with him about his handicap and he seemed to enjoy that I treated it as a personal joke rather than a hindrance. "Ok see ya in an hour," Fred laughed back into the phone. I got home and jumped in the shower. After I got out I threw on some clothes and rushed in to the office. I gathered up the contents of the shoebox Fred sent home and put them back. I had left the garage door open so I wasn't surprised when I heard a knock at the interior door. I opened the door exchange hellos with Fred and wheeled him into the house. He noticed the shoebox on the coffee table as we went into the living room. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed two cold beers. I handed Fred a beer and sat on the couch, facing him. "Well, what did you 'wanna show me'" he asked with a slight grin on his face. "Ok, before I answer I have to know something," I asked trying to hide the anticipation in my voice. "What all does this ball entail? And also what role do you want or expect me to play in all this?" Fred took a second as though he was taking all this in. "Obviously you looked through the box." I nodded. "Well what I want, and expect of you is to show my wife a good time. A little dancing, a few drinks, and whatever else you two deem necessary to have a good time. And by whatever I mean anything you two do is ok with me." I couldn't believe my ears! Here was my neighbor telling me that if his wife wanted me, or vice-versa, to go ahead and do it. "Eric," Fred said in a very serious tone, "you have to understand something about Marlene. Aside from masturbating she has not been with anyone since my accident. Hell, that was twenty some years ago. You saw those pictures. Did you look closely at her face? Marlene was the most sexual woman I have ever known in my life. My wreck took that from her. Even though she wanted to continue having the fun we always had before, she never would. I think she felt guilty because of me. Our thirtieth anniversary is this year and this is my present to her." I sat in silence as Fred poured his heart out. He looked at me, "Eric, I promise things won't get weird between us, any of us." He started to chuckle, "And who knows, if she likes you, you might get more invitations to dinner and dessert, if you know what I mean." I took a big gulp of my beer, my throat suddenly felt very dry. "Fred, count me in, I want to help you give Marlene the best anniversary present you can give." I stood and offered my hand to Fred, he took it and pulled me to him hugging me tightly. "Thank you." Fred told me to leave everything to him, just make sure I had a tux and the second weekend in October open. The next few weeks flew by. I still dated Marcy off and on, sometimes sex was involved, and other times we just had dates. I tried not to let her too close yet, because I wasn't sure of how things would go if she found out about my arrangement with Fred. Fred called the Wednesday before the ball, he had rented a car, bought Marlene a dress, booked a room at the hotel where the ball was being held, and purchased the tickets to the ball. He explained his plan to me in detail, which left me grinning and needing to relieve the sudden swelling in my groin. I began to get restless; Saturday wasn't coming soon enough for me. Work seemed to drag on, I found myself watching the clock, and wishing time would fly. Saturday finally came and Fred put his plan in action. Marlene was sent to the beauty salon to get her hair and nails done, she was under the impression that her and Fred were going out for an elegant dinner. Fred and I hoped into his special equipped van and went and picked up her dress, and the rental car. Fred really outdid himself choosing an elegant gown, and renting a Mercedes for the drive. After picking up the car we drove to the hotel where we checked in and I changed into my tuxedo. Fred went to the beauty salon with the gown in tow. The lady at the desk was in on Fred's plan so she was not at all surprised to see him. She was however surprised to see me. A puzzling look came across her face. Fred whispered, "Marlene's date. He's taking her dancing, I have two left feet." The receptionist snickered at this and took the gown from him. Marlene emerged a little while later looking amazing. If I hadn't known better I wouldn't have ever guessed this was a woman just over 60. I was standing back and out of her view. The gown Fred had chosen was a red satin with small spaghetti straps. Marlene's heavy chest was well defined by the dress, giving a generous view of her cleavage. The dress flared out as it went down stopping just high enough to keep the matching red satin high heeled shoes in view. "Fred! Why aren't you dressed?" Marlene asked in surprise. Fred extended his hand offering the tickets to the ball to Marlene, "Because my dear, tonight you will dance the night away. I found a date that should fill in quite nicely for me." That was my cue and I stepped into Marlene's view. The look of surprise and joy that filled Marlene's face was one that I am sure Fred will never forget in his life. She bent and kissed Fred passionately, smudging her lipstick. The receptionist had a tear in her eye as she went to get someone to apply a fresh coat of lipstick for Marlene. I offered my arm and Marlene took it. I led her to the car and opened the door for her. After closing the door I started to make my way to the driver's side of the car. Fred stopped me. "I almost forgot something," he handed me a box that was wrapped in a metallic gold paper with a shimmering gold bow. "Have her open it when you get there, she will know what it's for." He shook my hand and thanked me. I got into the car and turned the ignition key. The drive to the hotel was just a short 30 minutes, Marlene was silent, just watching the cars and buildings as we passed them smiling the whole time. As we pulled into the circle drive of the hotel Marlene softly grabbed my arm. "Eric, do you understand what goes on a these things? If there is anything that makes you uncomfortable let me know." I turned to her and smiled, "Fred explained it all to me. He even showed me some, ummm, visual aides." Marlene's expression changed, at first I took it for anger, and then I realized that it was lust. "And?" "Well as Fred put it, tonight I am his stand-in. I am to fill-in in any and all aspects of the job as you and I see fit," I said to her. "From what I saw in those pictures, I have a lot of work ahead of me tonight." Marlene giggled and squeezed my arm. It was then I remembered the gift. "He said you would know what this was for," I said as I handed her the shiny present. I inched the car forward, working my way to the front door and the valet. Marlene unwrapped the gift revealing a brand new digital camera. A small card was inside that said, "For the memories." Settling In Ch. 01 Chapter 1 -- Meeting the Boss (Wednesday, August 2nd) Peter McCullough knocked on the office door and walked in. Victor Wills, his new boss, stood up and came out from behind his desk, hand extended. "Come on in, Peter. Glad to have the chance to talk to you. You've been here a few weeks now, right?" Victor was an older man -- Peter guessed in his sixties -- but he seemed to be in very good shape, even if his hair was a solid grey. He was wearing a somewhat old-fashioned grey three-piece suit with considerable style. Peter took the seat his boss indicated, and accepted the whisky he was offered as well. His boss settled back behind his desk and regarded him thoughtfully. "I always like to check in with new people after they've had a chance to settle in a bit, see how they're doing. I have nothing but good reports about your work, let me add, so you can relax about that! We wouldn't have hired you at Wills-Power Bio-Pharmaceuticals if you weren't good at what you do. I'm really more interested in how you and your wife are settling into town. It is a bit isolated out here, after all." Peter nodded in agreement. "We were a bit surprised at just how isolated the town is, to be honest. It's a bit unusual for a major company to be located five hours drive away from the nearest city. It is lovely up here though, beautiful countryside." Wills nodded. "Yes, but my partner and I are from this area, and we wanted to support our community. The economy was not doing well here, but we've revitalised the town. We're by far the largest single employer. It's almost a company town really; most families here have at least one person working with us. It's small but cosy, and I like to think that we've got a great community spirit. How are you getting on?" "Well, pretty good, I guess. I've been busy here at work, of course, and we've spent the evenings unpacking and getting set up at home. I think it's been a bit hard for Elizabeth though. Since she works at home, in her studio, painting and sculpting, she doesn't get out much, and she's feeling a bit isolated. She misses her family and friends back home. . ." "Now, now, this is your home," Victor interrupted. "But I can see the problem. We've had other couples move in from out of town and have trouble adjusting, but I think I can safely say that everyone's settled in eventually. Sometimes it takes a bit of help, that's all. Tell you what: I'll ask my wife Susan to stop by and introduce herself, maybe bring a few of her friends with her. That'll break the ice, and I'm sure they'll hit it off!" Peter looked a bit dubious. "You don't know my wife, Mr Wills. . ." "Victor, please!" "Victor, then. To say she doesn't fit in here is a bit of an understatement. She's your classic artist; you know, unconventional, independent, wears black all the time. No offense to you or your wife, but she probably doesn't have a lot in common with her." "Well, we'll see. Let's give a try at least." Victor looked at him keenly. "Sounds like she can be a real handful." Peter laughed a bit and set down his empty glass. The whiskey seemed to have gone straight to his head, and the room had started spinning a bit. He felt very relaxed. "Don't get me wrong, Lizzie's great. But, you know, I do sometimes wish she was a bit more. . . I don't know. Conventional? Easier to deal with, anyway. But really I just wish she could find a way to settle in here and be happy." Victor smiled at him. "Give it time, son. Give it time. In the meantime, I'm glad to hear you're settling in well here at the company. We try hard to make it a ... welcoming, friendly environment. Both out in the town and right here at the company. I'm sure you've noticed ..." "Everybody's been fantastic, really," Peter answered. And they had. He wouldn't have thought you could find a town this friendly and welcoming in this day and age. But there it was. If only Liz could find a way to get comfortable here. Peter realised that he was feeling very comfortable indeed at that moment, and also that he'd lost track of just what his boss was saying. He made an effort to focus. Wouldn't look good to zone out now! "... so we'll talk again in a few weeks, maybe, see how things are going then." Victor concluded. Peter took that as his cue to say thanks and excuse himself to get back to work. Victor walked with him over to the office door, shook his hand firmly, and sent him on his way, closing the heavy door behind him. Peter nodded politely to Victor's personal assistant Nicole as he passed her desk. Nicole was a lovely, efficient looking blonde woman in her mid-30s, dressed in what was actually a rather revealing outfit: a snug skirt that ended several inches above her knees, and a tight white blouse that left a great deal of her generous cleavage exposed. She looked up briefly from her computer to give him a friendly smile as he passed. It must have been his imagination, though, that made him think that she looked him up and down and briefly licked her lips. On his way back to his desk, Peter stopped off in the restroom. Turning to wash his hands, he noticed that the soap container on the counter had the Wills-Power logo on it, as did a small selection of other tubes and bottles of hand lotion and the like. Well, it made sense; why not use company products in the company headquarters? Wills-Power produced a huge range of personal care products, from makeup to shampoo to soap and more. The soap was quite nice, too, with a lovely, slightly musky scent that lingered pleasantly. It made his hands tingle slightly. He squeezed out a generous dollop of hand cream as well, enjoying the sensations as he worked it into his skin. The tingling in his hands increased, and rather unaccountably he found he was getting quite hard; his erection was rather clearly visible as he looked at himself in the mirror. His mind abruptly flashed back to his boss's assistant, Nicole, and he found himself picturing her on her knees in front of him, blouse pulled open, with a thick coating of cum all over her face and cleavage. For a second it occurred to him that it wasn't really appropriate to be thinking about that sort of thing, but it didn't last long. He just enjoyed the image in his head, then arranged his hard cock more comfortably and returned to his office. Once he was there, though, Peter found it surprisingly hard to concentrate on the documents he was supposed to be reviewing. He couldn't seem to keep his mind on his work, mostly because the arousal that he'd felt in the bathroom didn't go away. His erection stubbornly refused to go down, and he kept getting flashes of Nicole and her sexy outfit. When he managed to get her out of his mind, she was just replaced by Angela from two offices down, or Justine from Human Resources. He hadn't really noticed it before, but there were an awful lot of attractive women working around the office, from the university student who delivered the mail, with her tight jeans and pert little ass, to grey-haired Mrs. Siddons, the departmental secretary/coordinator, who still had a spring in her step and a nicely-toned body evident under her more conservative attire. Forcing himself to concentrate, he managed to get through a fair bit of work at last. But after an hour or so, he decided to stretch his legs. He had a question for his manager anyway, so he strolled off in the direction of his office. He was acutely aware that his cock was still at least half-hard, but nobody seemed to notice. Coming to his manager's office door, he was about to knock when he thought he heard a low moan coming from the other side. Pausing, he leaned in to listen more closely, and heard a murmur of voices. One was certainly that of his immediate boss, Mr Jansen ("call me Tom", he'd insisted), saying something he couldn't quite catch. The other was female, and it wasn't saying much at all intelligible, just moaning rhythmically in time with a what sounded like flesh slapping on flesh, pausing once for a very clear, loud 'oh fuck'. Peter's erection came roaring back to full hardness, and he felt a wave of lust rush through his whole body. He clearly couldn't interrupt what seemed to be going on in the office on the other side of the door, so he moved quietly back down the hallway. But instead of going back to his office, Peter turned the other way and ducked back into the restroom. He just had to do something to relieve the pressure he was feeling, and unfortunately his wife was nowhere near. He momentarily wondered what would have happened if he'd knocked on Tom's door. Rushing a bit, he grabbed a bottle of the company's hand lotion off the counter and ducked into a cubicle. Undoing his pants as quickly as he could, he pushed them down around his knees, releasing his iron-hard cock from his underwear. He couldn't help feeling that there was something odd about this, but that thought vanished when he squirted a big glob of the lotion onto his hand and wrapped it around his cock. He lost his balance at the sensation and fell back against the cubicle door, letting out a moan as he began stroking hard up and down his shaft. It felt like his cock grew even harder and larger in his hand, and fantastic tingling sensations shot through its length and straight up into his brain. He couldn't remember masturbating ever feeling this good before. Hell, he wasn't sure he could remember actual sex feeling this good! Given how turned on he was, it took longer than Peter expected to feel that familiar tightening of his balls as an orgasm came on. But when it hit, he couldn't help letting out a loud groan that echoed through the room. His whole body tensed up as a jet of cum shot out of his cock, splattering on the wall above the toilet. It was followed by several successively smaller bursts that tracked down the wall, across the closed toilet lid and onto the floor at his feet. His hand, wrapped around his slowly softening cock, was covered with sticky jizz, and he swore softly when he noticed the spots on his pants. Breathing hard, Peter mentally thanked his lucky stars that nobody had walked in while he had been busy. He didn't think he'd have been able to stop even if someone had! He quickly cleaned up as best he could and left the cubicle, washing his hands before heading back to his office. He was surprised to find that even after that huge orgasm his cock was still semi-hard, and he still found his mind drifting off to think about some of his co-workers, and about what might have been happening in his manager's office. And then Nadine Waters stopped into his office late in the afternoon with some questions about the project they were both working on. Peter had liked Nadine and her cheerful no-nonsense personality since he first met her. But when the attractive forty year old dropped by his office late that afternoon, he couldn't keep his eyes off the ample cleavage revealed by her low-cut blouse. And when she leaned over his desk to point out something in a document, it was all he could do not to stare openly at her big tits, swinging only a foot from his face and provoking a fresh surge of blood to his cock. She certainly didn't seem to mind; she'd just given him a saucy smile when he finally pulled his eyes up to her face, and repeated her question. After he'd stammered out an answer, she glanced down at his lap and then reached out and ran one finger over a damp spot on his pants where he'd tried to wash out a cumstain from his interlude in the restroom. 'Looks like you had an accident,' she commented coyly. 'Don't be shy, Peter. If you need any help -- with anything at all -- just drop by my office and we'll put our heads together. Or something.' She grinned at him, licked her lips, and put a bit of extra sway in her hips as she left his office, leaving Peter sitting there open-mouthed. That was it, he decided, and practically ran out the door to head home. Nadine's innuendo -- and tits -- had left him with another raging hard-on, and he couldn't wait to get home to his wife. He hoped Elizabeth wasn't in the middle of a painting, because he planned to get her in bed as quickly as he possibly could. Settling In Ch. 02 Marlene's body was more than I ever could have imagined. Her amazing large breasts were on display. There was a slight sag to them, but they were still wonderful to look at. She had curves in all the right places and a well groomed pubic region. All were in a state of undress and we moved to the bed. Marlene pushed me onto my back and took up where Candy had left off with me, by sucking me into her mouth. I looked over and saw Tim between his wife's legs licking and sucking her pussy. Candy moved her head closer to me and we kissed. Our tongues locked and I began to fondle her breasts and pinch her nipples. Candy pulled away and pulled Marlene up to her, "sit on my face," Candy ordered. Marlene squatted over Candy's head and Candy lashed her tongue out, mimicking what Tim was doing to her. Marlene moaned and began to grind her face on Candy's face. Suddenly she jumped up and reached for her purse. She pulled the camera that Fred had given her out and began to snap some pictures. She handed me the camera with a smile and resumed her position over Candy. I snapped pictures of the threesome from different angles then set the camera down on a table. I set the timer and jumped up and shoved my cock into Marlene's mouth. The camera snapped off the picture right as Candy exploded in orgasmed all over Tim's face. Candy decided to take a break and take some pictures as Tim and I played with Marlene. Candy directed us into a new position where Marlene was on all fours and I was behind her. Candy snapped close up shots as I slid my rigid member inside of Marlene. Tim was directed to lay under her and she took his tool in her mouth. Candy snapped off close ups of Marlene sucking on Tim's pole, then got some of the whole scene. I was getting close to cumming and I told Marlene I couldn't last much longer. Candy took this as a cue and repositioned us again. Marlene lay on her back while Tim and I placed our cocks over her face. She took turns stroking and sucking on us. Tim got to the point of exploding too and Marlene sped up her stroking and sucking. I came first covering her mouth with my seed. Tim came a few seconds later doubling the quantity of sticky cream on Marlene's face. She licked us clean while Candy captured it all with the camera. Candy then told Tim to take the camera as she pushed me away and began to lick Marlene's face clean. I moved so that Tim could get a better angle to take pictures from. After Candy had removed all the cum from Marlene's face they shared another kiss. Tim and I stood back and watched as the women began to feel at each other's bodies. Candy began to kiss her way down Marlene's body and once again began to lap at the juices pouring from Marlene's wet pussy. Marlene signaled to Candy to move her body so they were in a 69 position. We watched and took pictures as the women licked and fingered each other to multiple orgasms. We all took a break and had drinks. Soon Marlene began lightly stroking me back to life and started to lead me to the bed. We petted and fondled each other until Tim and Candy joined us. We Candy took me in her mouth while Tim slid into her wetness. Marlene took the opportunity to take some pictures, and then came up with an idea. Marlene set the camera on the nightstand positioned so it could catch all of us on the bed at once. She had Candy lay on her back and she positioned herself over her in a 69 position. She directed Tim to get behind her and slide into her. She then told me to do the same to Candy. As we slid in and out of the women Tim reached over every so often and clicked the shutter on the camera capturing all four of us engaged in sexual bliss. As I slid in and out of Candy, Marlene licked and sucked at her clit, licking my shaft at the same time doubling my pleasure. From my angle it appeared that Tim was giving and getting the same treatment. Candy began to orgasm, her muscles gripping and squeezing my rod as I pumped in and out of her. The feeling was too much and I began to feel my balls tightening, signaling my release. Marlene could tell and she began to massage my balls. With one last thrust I filled Candy with my second load of the night. I pulled out, spent, and watched as Marlene lowered her head and licked Candy clean. As she was doing this Candy and Tim's actions sent her over the edge. She moaned into Candy's pussy causing another orgasm for Candy. Tim drove himself deep into Marlene and exploded deep inside her. He rolled away and left the girls licking each other clean. After the girls separated we all dressed and thanked each other for a wonderful evening. Marlene and I retired to our room where we showered and crawled into bed cuddling as we drifted off to sleep as it was now closing in on 2 a.m. I began to dream about the night's events, a dream so real I could almost feel the warm mouth that was sucking me. The warmth and wetness and the motions as that head moved up and down my hard shaft. Soon I began to realize this dream was too real, and I opened my eyes. Marlene was smiling up at me, "hello my sleepy lover. It looked so tasty I just had to get a quick sample." She crawled up to me and we began to kiss and snuggle. Soon our kisses became more intense and Marlene lowered herself onto my pole. She began to ride me slowly at first, gradually gaining momentum. She orgasmed and collapsed onto my chest. I was still inside her and began to slowly move in and out of her wonderful love hole. Marlene jumped up and laid face down beside me. She looked into my eyes and said, "There is only one thing I would have changed about last night." "What's that?" I asked as I ran my hands up and down her back. "I would have had Tim stuff my pussy while you filled my ass," she replied. I took this as an invitation and slid my finger between her cheeks and began to massage her sphincter. Marlene moaned loudly and pushed back against my finger. I slid my finger inside her tight back hole and she moaned louder. I worked my finger in and out faster and faster as Marlene slid her hand underneath her body and began to rub her clit. I moved behind Marlene and slid into her wet pussy getting my cock nice and wet. I pulled out and remove my finger from her ass. I replaced my finger with the head of my cock. I started to push slowly into her when she surprised me by pushing back, burying me completely in her tight ass. I was moving slowly in and out of Marlene's ass, but it didn't seem to be fast enough for her. She bucked and pushed against me driving me deeper and harder into her rectum. It was so tight and warm I could barely stand it. Marlene's hand rubbed faster on her clit and she exploded, crying out loudly as she did. The spasms of her anal muscles were more than I could take. I drove deep one last time and filled her with a fresh load of my cum. We showered and dressed then went down for breakfast. We gathered our things and began to head down to the car. It was an amazing night and morning, now it was drawing to and end. We chatted on the way home, when Marlene surprised me by asking me to drive her through a large park that was on the way home. She dropped her head in my lap and took out my member and sucked me to an intense orgasm as I piloted the car around the park. She swallowed every drop of my fluid, and then zipped me up. "That was the best way I can think to say thank you," Marlene said as she sat up in the seat. I drove us home and gave Marlene a goodbye kiss, before going into my house. That night at the ball made me realize what a wonderful neighbor I had, and what a wonderful wife he had. Settling In Ch. 02 Chapter 2 -- Unexpected Guests (Thursday, August 3rd) The next morning, Elizabeth McCullough looked up from her painting in annoyance. Damn doorbell! Who'd be at the door anyway? It's not like she knew anyone in the town. She supposed Peter might have forgotten his key, but it was too early for him to be home. Sighing, she dropped her brush in a jar, wiped her hands, and went out of the studio. Her annoyance at the interruption was aggravated by the fact that she'd gotten a late start on her work in the first place. Peter had come home a bit earlier than usual the day before, and had practically dragged her into the bedroom as soon as he'd walked in the door. She didn't know what had gotten into him, but it had made for a very enjoyable evening! He'd come twice -- once in her mouth, once in her pussy -- before they paused to order pizza, then deposited another load of cum between her legs before finally drifting off to sleep. And when you added what he'd done with his mouth and hands into the mix, she'd come more times than he had. It had been a lot of fun, Elizabeth had to admit, but she'd slept through the alarm the next morning. Their new house was so ridiculously large that it felt like she had to walk a mile to get to the front door. She watched herself in the mirror on the back of the door as she came down the hall. The word "petite" was made with women like her in mind: only 5'2", slim, small-breasted and narrow-hipped. Her dark hair was cut in a short, rough shag, above the shoulders and in bangs over her startling green eyes. There was a smudge of paint on her cheek, and many more on her black jeans and t-shirt. She paused to collect herself for a moment. She was honest enough to admit that she was just feeling lonely and out of sorts with the move, but she and Peter had discussed it extensively, and had both decided to go for it for the sake of his career. Her art could be done anywhere, and though she was selling some work, it wasn't paying its own way yet. The money Peter was making at Wills-Power would pay for a lot of paint! She opened the door to find three women standing on the porch. Even though she tried not to be judgmental, the descriptions her brain tossed up included terms like "soccer mom" and "trophy wife". All three were smiling broadly at her. They were like a matched set: one blonde and two brunettes, but all with bright blue eyes and statuesque builds, to put it mildly. Their light summer dresses -- much more suitable to the climate than her own clothes, she had to admit -- left little to the imagination concerning their figures. They all carried expensive-looking handbags. "Hello," chirped the blonde. She looked to be about forty, but a very well-preserved forty. Her companions looked somewhat younger. "You must be Elizabeth! I'm Susan Wills, Victor Wills' wife. My husband mentioned that he'd had a chat with your husband, and suggested that I come by with a few friends to welcome you to our little town. This is Erin," -- the one with long brown hair -- "and Ann," with shorter hair. Elizabeth stood in the door, absently rubbing the back of her neck and staring at them. She was bemused. It was like the invasion of the suburbanites. She could only imagine what they thought of her appearance. Recovering herself, she invited them inside. It would have been rude to not accept the friendly overture. She led them back into the oversize kitchen and offered them something to drink. As she poured some iced teas, Susan started chattering on about the town and their families and how nice the house was and how much they all liked having new neighbours and how did she like the town so far and did she have any kids and on and on. Erin and Ann were quieter, but did get in their own comments and questions from time to time as well. Elizabeth almost laughed out loud at the avalanche of talk, but did her best to answer. The town seemed nice enough, but a bit dull for her tastes. No, they didn't have any kids. No, she wasn't bored being home all day without kids because she had her art that she worked on. They kept commenting on her appearance -- not criticising, exactly, more about her skin type and lack of makeup -- and eventually Susan opened up her handbag and pulled out an array of tubes and compacts and brushes. She pulled her chair over so she was sitting directly in front of Elizabeth and solemnly stared at her for a moment before selecting something from the debris on the table. Leaning in, she began applying the makeup, some kind of cream, to her face. Elizabeth tried hard to keep a straight face. She wasn't really a makeup person -- a bit of lipstick and eyeliner was about as far as she ever went -- but she found she was enjoying this break in her routine and allowed it to continue. It was a bit disconcerting to stare right into Susan's intense eyes, but if she looked down she got more than an eyeful of the woman's amazing cleavage, so she settled for kind of staring off over her shoulder, watching Erin and Ann chat while Susan worked on her face. Susan was talking in a low voice about what this would do for her skin, how nice she'd look with this other on, that sort of thing. Elizabeth just sort of tuned it out, turning her head as directed by her personal makeup artist. Whatever was going on her face felt kind of good, actually. Warm and tingly. It was relaxing, feeling Susan's firm hands holding her face, rubbing her skin, making her pretty. The tingling got stronger, and she actually felt a matching tingle in between her legs and in her nipples. Her eyes drifted back towards Susan, pausing for a while on her bright red lips. She was still talking, but Elizabeth didn't really register the words. Her eyes dropped down to stare at Susan's breasts, barely restrained by her light blue dress. Her nipples were hard and very prominent. Elizabeth felt hers harden too, and suddenly had a vision of sucking on Susan's breasts. That was odd. She realised suddenly that Susan had stopped applying the makeup. Her face was about six inches away from Elizabeth's. She was smiling brightly as Elizabeth raised her eyes from her chest to meet her eyes. "How does that feel, dear?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she continued, "You look lovely now! Doesn't she ladies? Do you like the makeup? It's made right here in town by Wills-Power! Tell you what! I've got lots of extra -- being married to the president does have its advantages -- so I'll leave you a whole selection of products, and you can try them out. Give me a call if you'd like any help with them, or any suggestions. How does that sound?" Elizabeth stared blankly at her for a moment. What had she said? Then it felt like her brain clicked suddenly into gear. She smiled back at Susan, and was a bit surprised to hear herself say "Thanks so much Susan! I'm so glad you guys came by today! I'd love to try out the makeup, but I'll probably need some help; I've never used it much. Could you come by tomorrow maybe, around lunchtime?" She felt like something about her voice sounded odd, but she couldn't quite figure out what. "Of course dear, I'd love to. We want you to feel welcome and comfortable in our little town." Susan patted her gently on the hand as she stood up. Erin and Ann followed her lead, and they all followed Elizabeth out of the kitchen. Elizabeth shut the door behind them and stared at her reflection. The smudge of paint was gone, replaced by a very stylish and sexy makeup job on her face: foundation, a bit of colour on the cheeks, mascara, eyeliner, eyeshadow, dark red lipstick. She looked very hot, she had to admit. Her head still felt a bit funny though, and her nipples were still standing out like bullets under her t-shirt. Stumbling a bit, she went back to the kitchen and gathered up the all of the Wills-Power products that Susan had left her. She carried them with her back to the studio and piled them up on the counter in the small bathroom that opened off it. After staring blankly at herself in the mirror for a while longer, she shook her head and went back out to her painting. There was work to be done, after all. It wasn't a very productive afternoon, though. She had trouble concentrating on the painting, a large abstract piece in vivid blues and reds. After more than an hour, she finally gave it up as a bad job, plopped down on her couch and picked up a sketchpad and charcoal stick. Not really concentrating, she let her hand move over the page while her mind wandered. It kept going back to how it had felt when Susan had been applying the makeup. Just thinking about it made her tingle again. Susan was so nice, and Erin and Ann. And sexy. Those breasts had just looked good enough to eat. Or lick. She looked down at the full page and saw that it was covered with erotic images of her new friends. Elizabeth smiled to herself and realised that she was really looking forward to tomorrow. She tossed down the pad and went off to fix some dinner before Peter got home. He'd need his strength this evening, she decided. When Peter got home, he was astounded to see her all made up, and listened incredulously to her talk about the visit. He had to admit that he'd apparently been wrong about her not having much in common with Victor's wife. It sounded like they got along very well after all. He was actually quite relieved, as he knew that Elizabeth had been pretty unhappy since their move, and it would do her good to have some friends. And, he thought to himself, it certainly couldn't do him any harm if his wife and the boss's wife got on well. But he forgot all about his boss and his boss's wife when he turned around from dumping his plate in the sink to see Elizabeth pulling off her t-shirt to expose her small, firm breasts. Her jeans and panties were already off, kicked over under the table. Peter had been feeling a bit turned on all day -- not as bad as the day before, but enough to make it hard to concentrate at work again -- and the sight of his naked wife licking her dark red lips as she moved towards him fanned the flames of his arousal. She looked different with the make-up on her face, but very sexy. Especially when she went down on her knees and freed his hard cock from his pants. Taking it in her small hands, Elizabeth briefly licked the tip of his cock, then slid her dark red lips slowly down the shaft. Peter leaned back against the kitchen counter as she worked her mouth slowly up and down his cock, one hand cupping his balls while the other gripped the base of his shaft. Her lipstick left a dark red ring to mark the furthest she could get him in her mouth, more than halfway down its length. He couldn't help letting out a groan at the way she worked her lips and tongue. It almost felt like his cock was tingling where the lipstick coated it, making it get even harder and bigger. Elizabeth slowly pulled her mouth off his cock while she looked up at him. A few strands of saliva and precum hung between her lips and his cockhead. Her hands continued to gently but firmly stroke his erection as she smiled and asked, "Do you like how I suck your cock, baby? You know how wet it makes my pussy, having your hard cock in my mouth." He stared down at her perfectly made up face that made such a cock-hardening contrast with her precum-coated lips, her wanton expression, the hard nipples on her breasts, and the dirty language coming out of her mouth. He tried to catch his breath, willing himself not to cum yet, even though he desperately wanted to. "I love it when you suck me, Lizzie," he answered. "You look like such a sexy slut down there with my cock in your mouth. Does it taste good? Do you want my cum?" A surge of lust passed over her face, and without answering she plunged his rod back into her mouth. Where she had been slow and deliberate before, now she sucked him hard and fast, using both hands to pump his shaft while her tongue and lips worked his cockhead. She was making little mewling noises in her throat as her head bobbed up and down. The intensity was too much for Peter. He felt a familiar boiling sensation building in his balls, and even as he tried to warn Elizabeth that he was cumming, he felt the first spurt of jizz shoot into her warm, wet mouth. Even in the midst of his orgasm, he was a bit surprised to see her swallow down that first shot and then pull back so the rest of his load shot onto her face, coating her cheeks and lips. She'd never been into facials, to his secret disappointment, so he savoured the sight of the globs of thick white cum on her beautifully made-up face. She looked so sexy that he didn't even go completely soft, and she continued stroking his cock as she licked her lips clean. Without letting go of his cock, she stood up in front of him, giving him a smoldering look. Slipping her other hand down between her legs to stroke her pussy lips, Elizabeth brought up her wet fingers and slipped them into his mouth. The taste of her pussy juices helped encourage his penis to harden further. "Can we leave the dishes for tomorrow?" she whispered in his ear. "Maybe you'd like to take your sexy slut wife upstairs to the bedroom and fuck her hard? My pussy is really wet. Do you have something you'd like to put in it?" Pulling back a bit to look him in the eyes, she scooped some of his cum off her cheek and sucked it delicately off her finger. He didn't need much persuading. It was just a shame that he had to be at work early the next morning. Settling In Ch. 02a The valet opened the door and helped Marlene out the came around to take the car away. I tipped him and took Marlene by the arm. We strolled in to the hotel lobby and followed the other guests to the grand ballroom. The ballroom was decorated extravagantly and a band was playing, it reminded me of an episode of the Lawrence Welk show. An usher at the door took our tickets and led us to our table. We were told that dinner would be served in an hour, until then we were free to mingle, and help ourselves to the bar. We hadn't been there more than ten minutes when a couple close in age to Marlene approached us. "Marlene!" the woman cried as the two embraced in a friendly, but elegant hug. "We haven't seen you in years! How have you been dear?" Marlene began to tell the couple the short version of the last twenty years when she stopped. "I am so sorry. This is Eric Wallace our neighbor," hand shakes went around as I was introduced. "He is here tonight in place of Fred, he was so kind as to agree to give an old lady a night out on the town." The couple was introduced as Timothy and Candace Rice. Marlene and Candace began to catch up and left me and Timothy to get to know one another. We talked about Fred, my job, and how he and his wife new Fred and Marlene. Timothy was a retired Army officer, he and Candace now lived in Nebraska where he worked as a manager for a large farming corporation. He and Candace began coming to the ball on a whim and have made it an annual event ever since, Candace now being on the planning commission. The ladies returned and we broke off in our respected pairs as we promised to meet up later in the evening so that Marlene could catch up on al that has happened through the years. We made our rounds running into a few more couples that Marlene knew from the years, even a few local couples. We returned to the table and dinner was served. We were seated with two couples both that seemed to be in their forties. Small talk ensued throughout dinner, and then dessert was served. During dessert a small floor show of different dances of the world was put on by some hired entertainment. After the floor show finished the dance floor was opened up and couples took their places and danced the night away. Marlene began dancing with some of the men that she knew and I sat at the table watching. She looked so happy, so elegant, and so alive. After a few dances she returned to the table. "Don't I get a dance from my handsome date?" she asked as she sat. "You looked like you were having so my much fun and catching up on old times. I didn't want to interrupt you," I said to her with a smile. Marlene bent forward and kissed my cheek. "Thank you so much dear," Marlene said to me. Timothy and Candace came over to our table and Candace asked Marlene to accompany her to the powder room. Timothy was heading to the bar and offered to get me a drink. The ladies returned before Timothy and Marlene pulled me aside. "They were wondering if we would be interested in joining them in their room for a nightcap after all this all winds down," she whispered in my ear. I turned and nodded. We joined Timothy and Candace back at our table and Marlene nodded to Candace. Candace looked me in the eyes and a wicked grin crossed her face, "As a bonus the planning commission got suites with fully stocked bars. We can make any drink you would like Eric, bourbon, scotch, rum and coke, blowjob, you just name it." The last of these was heavily emphasized. We chatted for awhile when Marlene took my hand suddenly, "let's dance lover." We moved to the dance floor and Marlene held me tight. "Marlene I can't help but think that I have seen Timothy and Candace before, they looked very familiar to me." She laughed, "Dearest how many of the pictures did you look at from that shoebox of mine?" "All of them, why?" "You remember an attractive young built man and his gorgeous blonde wife from the pictures?" It was all coming to me. "That was Timothy and Candace!" Marlene continued to laugh. "Yes that was Tim and Candy, and if you want, later you can help us relive those pictures." She ground into my waist with hers and I felt my cock harden a bit. We danced and flirted the rest of the night often changing partners with Candy and Tim. The ball began to wind down and many couples began to pair up and leave. Candy asked me, "Well Eric, are you ready for that nightcap? Did the blowjob sound interesting to you?" I smiled and said, "Well I'll let you and Tim lead the way, and yes it did sound like something that might interest me." She smiled and went off to find her husband. We all loaded into the elevator and rode up to the eleventh floor. We followed Tim to the door and he placed the key card in the slot. The door opened and we stepped inside the suite. Tim took off his jacket and tie and began to make drinks. He handed out the round of drinks and everyone sat in silence nursing their drinks. Finally Candy broke the awkward silence, "Ready for that blow job Eric?" She stood and walked to me. Here was a woman old enough to be my mother offering to suck me off. I looked at her as she approached. She was a bit curvy with wispy blonde hair. Her breasts were full but not large. Candy had large lips that looked as though they belonged wrapped around the hard shaft of a man. She dropped to her knees in front of me and began to massage me manhood through my slacks. She looked me in the eyes as I felt the zipper being lowered. Candy reached her hand into my pants and pulled my semi-erect cock out into the open. She smiled and then lowered her head to my lap taking the head into her mouth. I moaned as Candy lowered her head taking me down her throat. She began to bob up and down bringing me to full erection. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and stroked me up and down as she licked and sucked every inch of my swollen member. It was at that point that I heard the moans of Marlene. I looked to my left and saw Tim had lowered the straps on her dress and was feasting on her ample bosom. Marlene caught my gaze and she smiled an ear to ear grin. Candy pulled herself away from my hardon and looked where I was looking. She stood and went to Marlene, she bent and they locked in a passionate kiss. Tim took this opportunity to stand and removed his clothing. I followed his lead and soon he and I were naked. Tim went behind Candy and unzipped her dress, sliding it down her body. This left Candy in just her white lacy bra, garter belt, stockings, and heels. I saw the creamy flesh of Candy's ass and thighs. Candy pulled away from Marlene and turned to kiss Tim. Marlene stood and moved to me. We began to kiss as she reached down and began to stroke me. I reached behind her and lowered the zipper on her dress. I let it fall to the floor and Marlene stepped out of it. Marlene had opted to wear nothing but a red push up bra under her dress, which she now removed. Settling In Ch. 03 Chapter 3 --The make-over continues (Friday, August 4th) Elizabeth slept in the next day, having barely stirred when the alarm went off and Peter left for work. She woke up slowly much later, feeling very relaxed, with vague memories of very erotic dreams mixed with the recollection of the night before. She smiled to herself. Too bad Peter had needed to get some sleep; she could have kept going all night. She felt well rested and well fucked this morning though, and she jumped up to grab a shower. She'd meant to be quick so she could get going on some work, but instead she lingered under the hot water. Her skin felt very sensitive, and she found herself running her hands over her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, sliding down between her legs. She came almost as soon as her fingers touched her clit, and she had to catch herself against the wall. She still felt turned on, but reluctantly turned off the tap and dried herself off. Wrapping herself in a fleecy bathrobe, she went down to the kitchen and fixed a cup of coffee before wandering in to the studio to look at the painting she was working on. She looked at it thoughtfully for a few moments, but when she glanced over at the couch her eye was caught by the sketchbook, and the drawings she'd made of Susan and Erin and Ann and herself in various poses. The sight of it sent another rush of heat to her pussy and breasts that made her catch her breath. Then she remembered all of the products that Susan had left her. She should probably look at them before Susan came over at lunch, to at least have an idea of what was there. Setting down her coffee cup, she brought all of it out and spread it across her worktable. There was makeup, of course, of many sorts: blushes, foundations, lipstick, eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, glitter. But there were a lot of other things as well, tubes and bottles of creams and lotions and liquids. She sorted through the pile, separating them out. Skin creams, hair gel and spray, moisturizers, sunblocks, tanning lotions, depilatories, even -- she laughed -- sex creams, supposed to increase sensitivity and arousal. It seemed like a lot of stuff for Susan to have brought over, but she vaguely recalled Erin and Ann pulling items out of their bags as well. That must have been it. By the time Susan arrived at noon, Elizabeth had redone the makeup job that her visitor had done for her the previous afternoon. As soon as she had started applying the foundation, her arousal had roared back full force along with the warmth and tingling from the makeup. Every stroke of the sponge on her cheek, every stroke of the brush on her eyelid, she got wetter and wetter. But she wasn't satisfied with it, and when the doorbell rang she ran quickly to answer. She was still wearing only her bathrobe, which had come almost loose enough to show her hard nipples. Susan had brought Ann back with her. They were both carrying large bags and wearing stylish summer wear that showed a lot of skin. They kissed her cheerfully on the cheek as they entered, complimenting her on the makeup job. She thanked them politely but insisted that she still had a lot to learn. She led them back to the studio, where they went directly to the table. Susan approvingly looked at the sorted items. "I'm so glad you like what we brought over for you!" she exclaimed. "Now, we've got lots more today. Where would you like to start?" Elizabeth paused uncertainly. "I'm not really sure," she said. "I've never used a lot in the way of beauty products, and there's so much here." Susan smiled at her. "Well, why don't you let Ann and I show you then? We're ever so familiar with everything we brought over. We use it all the time, and they're such good products!" "Will you trust us and let us do this for you?" asked Ann brightly. They both smiled expectantly at her. They looked so perky and happy and . . . sexy. Elizabeth found herself staring at their big firm breasts. Their nipples were hard. She felt a rush of warmth in her face, and breasts, and between her legs. After a moment of hesitation, she agreed. "Excellent!" Susan clapped her hands. "You've already done such a lovely job on your face, dear, that there's not much we can do to improve that. Why don't we get a look at the big picture, hmm? After all, there's more to looking good than just your face, isn't there? Why don't you slip out of that robe and let us see what we're working with?" This time, Elizabeth didn't even hesitate. She jumped up and undid the loose belt on her bathrobe and let it slip off her shoulders to pool around her feet. Even so, she felt a bit shy, like her body didn't measure up to theirs. Strictly speaking, of course, it didn't; her breasts were only small B-cups, after all, though her nipples were just as hard as theirs, and she didn't have a lot of curves. At least she had a smooth, flat belly and shapely legs. She hoped the wetness of her pussy wasn't as obvious as it seemed to her that it must be. Susan and Ann didn't seem to be judging though. They had her walk around the room a few times while they watched her, made her spin around slowly with her arms held up above her head so they could see every side of her. It was funny, they seemed a bit distracted; they kept squeezing their legs together, and licking their lips, and their hands seemed to run over their own breasts a bit more often than seemed normal. After a short whispered conference between themselves, they turned back to Elizabeth. "Okay honey," said Ann, "We are going to have so much fun! Let's start with the depilatories. Shaving is such a hassle, isn't it? And Wills-Power makes some wonderful creams that do away with that whole problem!" Susan, meanwhile, had selected a couple of jars from the table. She handed one to Ann and removed the top from the one she kept. They each scooped out a big glob of sticky white cream and moved over to her. Susan had her raise her arms again and started smoothing the cream on underneath them. Elizabeth suppressed a gasp at the sensation; it was cold at first, but quickly warmed up and started the same sort of tingling that she'd felt with the face makeup. Meanwhile, Ann had knelt down and started the same process on her legs, beginning at the bottom and working her way up. Susan quickly joined her and they each took one leg. They rubbed their hands firmly and slowly over her flesh, making sure the cream covered every inch. Elizabeth was quickly slipping into a confused and erotic haze. She couldn't believe what she was letting them do -- she'd only met these women the day before! -- but she had neither the desire nor the willpower to stop them. Susan had told her to keep her arms raised while the cream did its work, so she was standing in the middle of her studio with her hands clasped above her head, looking down with her wet lips parted at the two women at her feet. Her eyes kept going to the cleavage she could see so clearly from that angle. Relaxed as she was, she did jump and start to speak when she felt Susan's hand go right between her legs, but Ann stood up and kissed her hard on her open mouth just at that moment. She moaned as she felt Ann's tongue push in between her lips and touch her tongue, and completely forgot what she'd been about to say. Ann pulled back an inch or two, looking straight into her eyes. "It's important to get every bit, isn't it?" she asked seriously. Elizabeth whimpered slightly as one of Susan's hands moved directly over her pussy and began rubbing the cream into her bush. Susan's thumb seemed to have strayed into her slit, rubbing gently on her clit. Her other hand was between her ass cheeks. "But I'm wet," she whispered to Ann. She just smiled and moved in for another kiss. "That's okay dear," she answered, "I'm sure Susan doesn't mind. Nothing wrong with feeling nice, is there?" Then her tongue made an answer impossible. It was probably only a few minutes later that she became aware of Susan's voice saying that she was all finished with that step. Ann gave her one last kiss and took her hand to lead her over in front of the big wall mirror. The thick white cream had completely disappeared, taking all of her stubble, and pussy hair, with it. She looked at herself blearily as Ann explained that the cream was designed to be absorbed permanently into the skin, preventing further hair growth in the future. She hadn't quite expected them to do her pussy too, but she had to admit that it looked kind of sexy like that, bare to the world. Especially as it was now, with the lips puffy and aroused, her clit poking out. She wasn't even embarrassed by the trails of pussy juice running down her thighs. She felt wonderful. "Elizabeth," Susan asked, "would you mind if Ann and I slipped out of our dresses? They're brand new, and we wouldn't want to get any of this on them." That was a bit of an unusual request, wasn't it? Elizabeth couldn't seem to think straight. But after all, she was naked, so it seemed only polite to agree. She watched intently as they removed their clothes -- not just the dresses, but their bras and panties too. Susan was several inches taller than Elizabeth, and didn't look at all like a forty-something mother of two. She was in excellent shape, and her massive tits didn't seem a bit too large for her. They stood out very nicely too, with no sag at all. Ann was taller than Elizabeth but shorter than Susan, and on her smaller frame, her only-slightly smaller tits seemed huge, but equally shapely. Elizabeth noticed that they were both completely hairless below their heads as well. She didn't notice that she was idly rubbing her own pussy as she watched them undress. "Ready for the next step dear?" asked Susan. "Now that we've gotten rid of the hair, it's the perfect time for these body creams. They keep your skin wonderfully soft and smooth, lots of healthy vitamins and other stuff, and they increase sensitivity so nicely! She came and pressed herself up against Elizabeth's back, crushing her breasts against her, and cupped Elizabeth's small tits in her hands. "And if you keep applying it regularly, it'll help with this little problem as well!" Elizabeth frowned faintly, distracted as she was by the tingling of her body, the feel of Susan's nipples against her back, and Susan's hands lightly playing with her own nipples. "Problem? I'm not sure. . ." She lost her train of thought as Susan pinched her nipples, and Ann leaned in from the side and placed a hand on her wet pussy. "Of course dear," said Ann. "They are a little small, don't you think? I'm sure your husband would like them to be bigger. Not as big as Susan's, of course," she added, "or even mine, but there is room for improvement, I'm sure you'd agree." "Do you think so?" Elizabeth murmured. "Well, maybe a bit. Yours are so beautiful, after all." "You did say you'd trust us, dear!" Still standing pressed up behind her, Susan held out her hands for Ann to pour a thick white liquid into her palms. It was one of the sex products Elizabeth had noticed earlier. She actually did cry out when Susan grasped her breasts firmly in both hands and began massaging the liquid into them. It was a good thing she was there to hold Elizabeth up though, because when Ann applied a handful of the same product directly onto her pussy, her legs nearly gave way. All conscious thought disappeared as she gave herself over to the incredible sensations in her body. She didn't question it when Ann pushed white-coated fingers deep inside her pussy and pumped them slowly in and out. What better place for more sensitivity, after all? Nor did it seem odd when Susan actually poured a huge gob of the stuff into her own mouth -- looks like cum, Elizabeth thought, which started her mouth watering -- and then gave her a wet, sticky, open-mouth kiss, forcing it into Elizabeth's mouth and swirling it all over. They worked it all over her body, her legs, her ass -- and into her anus too, though she wasn't sure whose finger it was. At one point they were pouring it all over their own tits and rubbing them all over her body. She didn't actually come, though, until Ann took a big mouthful herself and then went down between her legs, fastening her mouth onto Elizabeth's very wet pussy. She was reclining back on the couch by this time, lying between Susan's spread legs with her head resting between the older woman's tits while Susan lightly fondled her own hyper-sensitive breasts. When Ann's mouth moved to her engorged clit, she shook in a massive orgasm and actually blacked out. She woke up some time later, lying comfortably on the couch, still naked. She just laid there for a while, absently caressing her tits and rubbing at her newly-bare pussy. No, her cunt. That word seemed better, though she kind of remembered not liking it before. Eventually she wondered where Susan and Ann had gone though, and got up. She found a note lying on the table with the Wills-Power products: 'Dear Elizabeth, Sorry we had to run off, but it seemed like you might have had enough for today. Don't forget to keep applying the cream; you can use it twice a day, morning and night. We'll give you a call or stop by tomorrow to say hello and see how you're doing. Susan.'