Chapter 8

At eleven in the morning the front doorbell sounded. Gert was expecting the sound, had in fact completely prepared herself for its ring, and for the man whom she could visualize on the front doorstep.

A seller of encyclopedias, he was. He'd called on her last week while Larry was home, and she'd told him to come back at eleven today. He looked interesting, but she'd resolved not to play around with anyone while Larry was in the country. That, after all, would be cuckolding her husband. Of course, while he was away that was another matter. He himself right now was probably shacked up with some hot senorita. His current assignment was Mexico City.

An encyclopedia salesman. She'd thought about that. Even though he himself was interesting looking, she really had no idea how she might adapt his wares inventively. And that was becoming the important thing now. Sure, the screwing itself was important, no doubt about that. But a simple screw-well, that would be simple adultery, and that was sort of a sin. Creativity, on the other hand....

She had prepared herself for the book peddler, douching and showering and carefully powdering and perfuming her body. She didn't want to be overt and appear in a robe, since she figured that would be too obvious. But she did want to be able to strip fast. Looking through her closet she decided on a brightly printed jumpsuit with a huge metal zipper running from neck to crotch. That should make it easy enough. Her hair was brushed and pulled back loosely with a fat cord bow.

With a sultry smile, she opened the door.

"Good morning. Won't you-I'm sorry. I was expecting someone else," she told the attractive young woman standing before her.

"Oh, I'm sorry, perhaps another day," the woman replied. "I'm sure you'd be interested in seeing our new line of cosmetic and health products. We even have a special introductory gift for you." She had that bright, shining smiling face seen so often in the toothpaste advertisements in magazines. She wore a neatly tailored pants suit and her short black hair pertly framed her face.

Cute, very-but this particular gentler of salesperson was just not part of Gert's plan. She flashed what she hoped was her very gracious smile and began to close the door.

"I'm not at all interested, I'm sorry to say. But thank you for dropping by."

"Mrs. Ross!"

The voice made her turn. It surely wasn't that of the woman. Too deep, too male. Ah, it was her book salesman now striding up the walk. He greeted Alicia-the other woman-with a cheery good morning. It was obvious they knew each other. How well? Gert wondered.

But Fred-or so Alicia called him-was talking:

"I can't believe you're turning down one of our finest saleswomen. Must be some kind of a first. Hardly anyone turns Alicia down-she's got all of us men running, trying to beat her records. She is good, believe me."

Gert's mind did some fast assessing. She could tell from the way they had greeted and touched each other and the jocular familiarity with which he had patted her bottom that the two salespeople had probably shared friendly drinks and maybe motel rooms during their travels in and around the area. Could be interesting, she thought. The quick decision she now had to make bothered her somewhat. She wasn't quite sure that threesies or girls were her bag. But then again, what was the old saying? Don't knock it until you've tried it.

"Well," she told Fred, "I did want to be able to give you my full attention but ... if you don't mind ... come in. Both of you."

She wasn't sure how to go about pulling off this whole thing, but she decided to play it by ear. Leading them to the living room, she excused herself to get some coffee for the group. After fixing the tray she stopped at the door, listening to the low-toned chuckles coming from the living room. Making plans for the evening, no doubt, Gert thought somewhat jealously. No matter, her plans were for right now.

She pulled the zipper of her jumpsuit open to reveal the tops of her full breasts and picked up the tray. Fixing a smile on her face, she joined the merry two. They were seated quite closely on the sofa, their heads bent toward each other as she entered. Quickly separating, Alicia explained that "they were just deciding who would get to sound off first."

"Actually though, Fred and I could easily give each other's story."

"Yes, we've done a bit of, er, rehearsing together," he explained, a slight leer on his face.

Gert noted with some satisfaction that the leer was directed at her exposed skin. She poured the coffee with a steady hand, leaning low over him as she extended the cup. Her breasts strained against the soft jersey fabric. Wondering whether he got her message, she then offered a cup to Alicia.

"Mind you, I'm not sure I'm going to do any buying," Gert said. "But I do like to try out things-different things."

Directing a wide smile at them both, she crossed the room and sat on the floor in front of the fireplace. She faced them, her long lean legs stretched wide apart in front of her, her breasts jutting straight out as she leaned back on the palms of her hands. "Now let's see what you have to offer."

Alicia opened her display case and spread some pamphlets pictures and products on the floor in front of the coffee table. She knelt on the floor in front of Fred, her bottom lightly touching his knees.

"We have some exciting new products, several of which I'm sure will-will, stimulate you."

"I'd be very interested in hearing about those," Gert said. She reached up and wound an index finger in the giant pull-ring of her zipper. She slid the ring up and down, playfully exposing more and more skin and then hiding it again.

Alicia turned and extended a long-white plastic tube toward the book salesman. "Fred, you know about this product line, don't you?" Gert did not miss the fact that her arm was now draped over his thigh, and her breasts were resting against his inner knee. He grinned. "The massagers, yes. Great little products, good for muscle tone. Mrs. Ross, you ought to try one." He took it from Alicia, opened the case and stood up. Scanning the room, he walked toward Gert. "Just plug it in right behind you. We'll show you how it works." The grin-leer came on stronger.

Gert inserted the plug into a wall socket and Fred turned the small vibrator on. "Try it on your face-for starters," Alicia suggested, as Fred handed her the throbbing white plastic implement.

Gert started stroking her face with the gently jiggling sponge-headed massager. She began at her temples, making slow arcing circles. Her eyes closed and her back leaned against the chair beside the fireplace. The vibrator-massager worked over her cheeks, her chin. Without opening her eyes she began working the appliance down her neck. Her thoughts had not missed the obviousness of the throbber. There was little doubt in her mind that it had been selected as item one for showing as a test. A Let's-get-right-down-to-basics test. So all right, she decided, let's do just that. All she'd do, if she were wrong about these two playmates, was embarrass them, not perhaps the sort of thing a perfect hostess does, but what the hell-they weren't really guests anyway.

Opening her eyes wide and looking levelly at them in turn, she smiled. As one hand pulled her zipper down to the base of her breasts, the other extended the still humming vibrator to Fred.

"If you're as familiar with this as you say, would you mind very much showing me how one applies it to other areas-such as these?"

Reaching into her jump suit she put an extended arm under her breasts and eased them from the fabric. She heard a very audible gulp from Alicia but ignored it as Fred took the massager from her eagerly and without a word brought it toward Gert's large breasts.

After all, what words were necessary?

Eyes again closed, Gert felt the marvelous tin gling sensation of the stimulator circling on her left breast. On the right one was a texture of a rougher sort-a masculine palm, she thought, gently squeezing her fullness.

"A nice product," Gert cooed. "Such a nice one."

The sound of Alicia's voice near her ear startled her. "Yes, our mini-model is useful, but we also have a larger model which can be even nicer. And it's battery-operated. Do you like it?"

Gert opened her eyes and found that what she'd thought was a masculine palm wasn't. In fact that masculine palm was already applying pressure to Alicia's clothed breast. A cupped yellow disc covered Gert's other breast and it too was vibrating. Alicia's hand held it in place.

"All very nice," Gert said. "But why don't we all get just a wee bit more comfortable? After all, I'm sure you both have rather extensive product lines to show." Gert reached up and pulled the zipper of her jumpsuit down to its end. Fred accommodatingly slipped it off her shoulders and trained the small massager onto her back.

"It's good all over the body," he whispered in her ear. "They both are."

Gert took the massagers from them. "I'll take care of these while you two get undressed," she said. She directed the phallus shaped tool at the top of her legs. Even through the layer of fabric it felt good.

Fred and Alicia unhurriedly shed their clothes, seeming to Gert not the least bit surprised by the turn of events. And how neat they both were, folding and draping their clothes so carefully. Well, they both had other stops to make, Gert guessed, although she intended to keep them occupied a very good part of the day. And she was going to teach them a thing or two-or, if they'd already thought of everything, at least they weren't going to call all of the shots. And there was no time like the present to assert her authority.

Alicia gasped. Standing directly in front of Gert, she had been pulling her blouse over her head at the very moment Gert applied the smaller of the two vibrators between the saleswoman's spread thighs and against her still panty-clad crotch. The gasp was followed by a second one as Gert applied hand-pressure from the rear and steadily moved the pulsing machine upward, forward and around. The blouse now hopelessly tangled among arms and hair, Alicia lowered herself to her knees with a spate of shuddering. Gert laughed. "Taking one's own medicine is only just," she cooed at Fred who, now completely unclothed, stood before her with a fully erect phallus.

She checked his forward movement toward her. "I'll get to you in a moment. First-"

And then came what she knew was going to come. Alicia's grinding, jerking bottom half paused, shuddered and a deep-throated moan told Gert that the morning's orgasm number one had been achieved. So easily too, she thought, as she removed the throbbing instrument from where it had done its throbbing work. She turned her attention now to Fred, noting with satisfaction that nakedness gave him an additional, rather distinguished look.

She gestured at his tool with hers. "I like the other one better," he told her. "But how about my products?"

Gert laughed. "Books? You've got to be kidding. How can they compete with things like this?" Rising, she stepped out of her jumpsuit and gently touched the end of the small unit at the base of his cock, the vibrations of it causing her to graze his balls. Clicking into action the larger, more pliant, disc-shaped tool, she applied it to the shaft of his rod. He pulled her to him, trying to maneuver them to a sitting position on the chair, but she resisted.

"No, you're to take it standing, like a man."

Alicia, now recovered and also fully undressed, moved to a position directly behind Fred, her spread fingers cupping his buttocks. Her hands, Gert saw, were working up and down in alternating motions.

"Fred has a beautiful anal fixation," she informed Gert in a confidential woman-to-woman tone. And, indeed, his breathing was now heavier, whether because of the action to his front or rear Gert couldn't tell. He was trying hard to keep standing straight, but he was having trouble. As he leaned over Gert, wrapping his arms around her, he suddenly stiffened, a movement Gert took as a sign that Alicia had thrust a firm finger up his rectum.

His arms had straightened, releasing her, and she stepped to his right, allowing him to place his now extended hands on the arm rests of the chair by the fireplace. With his body bent in half at the waist, he rested his head on the cushion. Without missing a stroke or beat Gert slipped to the floor under him, the two pleasure-machines still tingling and massaging and vibrating on his pounding prick. Her tongue lashed out at his scrotum.

Alicia stopped what she was doing and went to her sample case. She came back with a cordless micro-version of the smaller massager Gert was using. "Nail buffer," she said, flicking the switch.

As the pen-sized .oscillator was pushed into his hole, Fred lurched forward, and Gert lost momentary contact with his balls. Back in place again she moved her tongue gently against them in the same shimmying motion as the massagers', and lightly moved her mane of hair against his thighs.

It took only seconds. With a heaving, violent motion and an allover shuddering, mirroring and magnifying the pulsing quivering massagers enveloping and penetrating him, he jerked his head upward and recoiled backward as a stream of steaming jism shot onto the seat of the chair.

Allowing the spent man again to slump forward, Gert took the massagers from his cock and slid under his legs. She now lay flat on the floor, her face under Alicia's spread-apart legs. Alicia had removed the nail buffer from Fred after he came. Her face was buried in his back, her arms wrapped around his hips, momentarily resting from her efforts.

Gert chuckled throatily. "That's one for each of you. However...." And she started stroking the girl's inner legs with the still vibrating massagers.

Alicia stayed still for several seconds, enjoying the tactile sensations of the quivering machines on her calves and thighs. Not good enough, Gert decided, and tried to stretch a hand up to Alicia's behind, but her arms weren't long enough. Tugging at the girl's legs, she tried to ease her down to her knees. But Alicia was no amateur.

Spinning on her heels in a swiveling, graceful motion, the saleswoman flattened out, her face positioned at Gert's cunt, her own cunt now poised above the still extended, vibrator-equipped hands of Gert, which faltered out of rhythm as she felt Alicia's hot tongue darting into her and hard lips anxiously sucking round and into her entrance. As Gert lifted hips to meet the onslaught of the powerful tongue, she felt a tentative positioning of the small, quivering fingernail buffer at her rectum.

Gert was resolved to strike first, and shoved the mini-massager she held deep into Alicia's cunt. Her disc-wielding hand stretched behind her and she planted it on Alicia's buttocks, again push-pulling in the way she'd brought on the woman's first climax. .

But it was going to be touch and eo as to who climaxed whom. Alicia's mouth was doing wonderful things to Gert. And suddenly Alicia's weapon was no longer poised at Gert's rectum. It was grating and grinding, drilling and darting, pulsing, playing with her insides like a gyrating, spinning top, sporadically and unrhythmically hitting the inside walls of her anus, boring a hole deeper and deeper through the central core of her body.

Meanwhile her own tongue was now flickering up and across Alicia's clitoris in rabbit-like, scurrying motions, jerking, spasmodic lashings. Her own hand which was playing Alicia's rear was vibrating on her own breasts, massaging them crazily-nicely. Then, with a gasping traumatizing wrench, Alicia thrust her body upward and away from her own. The apartness lasted just for seconds; Gert saw that a revived Fred was perched over Gert's head and Alicia's rear, and she watched with glee as his cock sank into the folds of Alicia's tight and trembling buttocks.

His weight pushed Alicia's Cunt-lips harder onto Gert's fist, the fist which operated the vibrating massages Grinding the fist against Alicia's clitoris, circling it hard against it, Gert now found the other woman's movements had become more fierce. Her tongue was more volatile now, the machine up Gert's rear was more sporadically aimed.

The tension was building. Gert sensed the freneticism of them all. Alicia with body jerking, gyrating, lifting, shifting, twisting, contorting, Fred with arms wrapped around Alicia's breasts, arms and breasts pressing into Gert's stomach, his wrists grinding into her hipbones. Gert herself with-Ah, so good and high and wild and....

All three now were shuddering all over as if their connected bodies were collectively plugged into a master masterful mastering masturbator vibrator. Harder and harder each of them drove, now in one rhythm, the beat picking up in speed, losing Gert in its numbing course.

And then there was a sudden release of tension above her, and she found she was licking sweet stickiness from her upper lip and chin. In semiawareness she knew she was tasting Alicia's juices, and that realization drove her rocketing upward and over the peak of the cliff of control, making it-making it! And she was not alone in the coming. Satisfied sighs and deep breaths and the relaxed state of the bodies above her told her that Alicia and Fred too were content. Spent. They had come together, all three.

Lunch, hastily prepared, was straight gin-on-therocks martinis and caviar on toast, devoured with approval by Gert's two still-naked guests, who exchanged cracks about how they'd charge the meal to their respective expense accounts. When the dishes were pushed to one side and all three sat on the couch, Gert, in the center, asked Fred to demonstrate the uses to which his product could be put.

"The special uses, I'm talking about." He sipped the last of his drink and shook his head. "You expect me to follow an act like Alicia's? There's nothing at all sexy about these things." He gestured toward his sample case.

Alicia said chidingly. "Fred's products are for the mind. Mine are for-well, other areas." Gert smiled. "You think so, do you? Fred, open up and tell us about how you sell your wares."

He opened his case and took out two volumes. "These are special in that they combine elements of the entire twenty-volume set and allow the salesman to demonstrate contents by merely flipping a few pages."

Gert nodded. "So flip-I'm all ears."

Fred smiled. "Ears now, is it?" But he opened one of the books. "Normally, the method I find best in homes where there are young children-and the parents aren't too bright-is to talk about the communist menace."

"That sells books?" Gert asked.

"Damn right. See, the way I go about it is that these books give little darling Chester an education and teach him all the right and proper things, so that by the time he gets to college he'll be so smart as to not get taken in by all them pinko and red professors. Buy these books, madam, and little Chester will know all about how great a country this is-and he'll be smart enough so he won't even let his hair grow too long."

Gert laughed but Alicia said seriously, "The line works, believe me."

"And you bought a set?" Gert asked.

"Heavens no, but-then I don't have any little Chesters floating around."

Fred agreed. "Of course, for singles I have another approach. I use the biology section."

He opened one of the volumes; a multi-colored fold-out showed a sort of disgusting-looking female trunk, an inside view.

"That sells?" Gert asked.

"Correct. You see I sort of intimate that it's part of a complete course which will allow a woman to understand all about herself-for the purpose of avoiding the embarrassing appearance of a sudden little Chester. Also, I point out that knowledge is the key to contentment. With this chart I indicate she can teach any young fellow exactly where to locate her pleasure points. Then I show her."

"Three fast orgasms and twenty-four volumes sold," Alicia commented. " 'tis truth."

Gert nodded admiringly. "And you said there was nothing sexy about your product."

"It's not everybody who could sell 'em the way I do," he said.

"Let me try," Gert said eagerly. She opened the book to a random page, her eyes falling on a full color portrait of George Washington. "Ah, our first president."

"And, among our presidents, the greatest whoremaster," Fred observed.

"Who's doing the selling?" Gert snapped. "You are, madam."

"So all right," she thought for a moment, smiled, and grabbed his semi-soft cock in her hand. "There now-"

"There now? What's that got to do with Washington?"

Gert laughed. "He must have had one. And I'll just bet one of his favorite treats at Mount Vernon or whatever was having some little old slave girl grab him just like this and play pumpies with him. That's what they called it in those days-pumpies."

Alicia leaned over Gert to look at the printed page. "Does it say that in there?"

"Probably not, but the slave girl later wrote a book called My Years with Washington."

"A real hand-maiden," Fred quipped. Then he gulped. Gert reflected that he may not have experienced as good a hand as hers before. Already his cock had reached full gauge and the tip of it was "Red-see that? Now, you buy yourself one of these books and you can see the Reds for exactly what they are."

"Hey-don't stop!" he said. But her hand was now busy turning pages. "Look-aren't you going to finish this?"

Alicia said in mock confidence. "You're overselling, you know. When a customer expresses satisfaction and willingness to purchase, it's best not to linger, but to close the sale right there and then."

"You sell your way, I'll sell mine," Gert replied.

"What about me?" Fred blurted, staring at his lonely prick.

"You sell your way, too," Gert said, cheerfully oblivious, as his cock spasmed once, then twice. "Ah, Napoleon." She stood suddenly and, moving to the center of the room, spread the open book down on the carpet, face up. She knelt and looked impishly over the pages at the two on the couch.

"How tp sell encyclopedias to frustrated old spinsters, lesson one: Who, my dear, would you like to be eaten by this evening? Washington? Lincoln? He's got a lovely tingly beard? Napoleon? Why not-he's French, you know. Yes, Napoleon, let's try him. Know the thrills, the very chilling thrills that Josephine felt."

Then, falling forward, Gert placed her cunt on top of the one-dimensional color photograph and quim-squished herself down flush to its surface. "Come on, Bonaparte baby, Waterloo me. Eat, Nappy, eat!"

"Eat, hell!" The voice surprised Gert. It couldn't have been Napoleon, but she quickly identified Fred as he continued. "Eat you? I'm going to fuck you." And indeed she felt the tip of a hot cock entering her cunt. He had been swift in his crossing the room and straight on target as his rock-hard prick met her upswing and drove into her, pushing her. face flat onto the carpet. His hands slid under her hips with fingers aimed downward touching her clitoris, beginning a rhythmic motion. His weight was on her back, pressing hard against her buttocks, grinding her breasts into the rough grainy texture of the wooly carpet. She stretched her hands directly out in front of her, grasping a leg of the couch for support. Pushing back as he drove into her, she met him full force, the impact shoving his cock deep inside her. Again now, she contracted her muscles with repeated thrusts, trying to squeeze the life out of the hot organ pumping away at her.

His hands left her clitoris and reached up to loosen her grasp on the couch. Why? She didn't want to let go. It was good this way. And then she saw Alicia standing tall above them, watching them, lust in her wet, dilated eyes. It was Alicia who bent down and loosened her grip on the couch leg. It was Fred who rolled her over onto her side and it was his hands which pulled at Alicia's legs, dropping her to her knees so she straddled them, her hands dangling over their torsos. Fred then grabbed her fingers, pulling her closer down over them, her cunt perched above their faces.

Alicia got the idea. With her long legs angled straight she lowered her cunt onto their upturned mouths. Their tongues leapt at her like cats lapping long-sought milk, meeting at the folds of her vagina, sinking together deep inside her, licking each other and her simultaneously, with Gert now tasting the tongue-twat mixture, smelling the musky earthiness of the combined juices, feeling the body heat, sensing the quivering muscle-strained bodies, seeing the deep black curliness thrust above them, at them, hearing her own and Alicia's and Fred's grunting moans.

Alicia's cunt dove at them. Her head darted at their joined bodies, her tongue licking the length of Gert's cunt, Fred's balls, a hard hot wet tongue lashing out at Fred's cock as he withdrew and entered; her tongue followed the path, trying to get inside with the cock; Gert felt her own spasming muscles forcing the tongue outward, sensing the tongue tracing its pattern from cunt to cock to balls, hot wet licking slurping, drinking in the goodness of their smells and tastes.

Gert's tongue seemed to fasten to Fred's and together as one they slowly, tantalizingly, slid them into Alicia's juicy cunt. They separated inside her each feeling opposite walls of her creamy interior, then meeting again and probing deeper together. As Fred's tongue slid out he bit Gert's lips. She, gasping, sucked deep hard puckering sucks on the vagina pressed to her, and she felt Alicia begin her body-enveloping shuddering, her outstretched arms and legs quivering with the tension of the muscle strain.

Gert knew how it was, knew Alicia's mind was feeling the strain, for she too had his penetrating probing cock, as well as Alicia tonguing her clitoris, all the tactile oral sensations of tongue-involvement. She was feeling a warming satisfaction as her sensations merged and blended and synchronized to become one blinding overpowering surging meeting of her senses. Touch, feeling, smell, sight, sound-moaning groaning sound that she knew was hers but mixed with his and hers, the other her, not sensually aware either of where her her began nor whether their body-shimmering, waving, heaving, thrusting pulsings were hers or theirs, action or reaction.

All she knew was that she was slowly immersing, drowning in these sensations and losing her "self" in the whirlpool. Her back arched and then thrust itself hard against Fred with a final forceful impaling on his spitting, hot, steaming cock. She lay back from him, watching him alone bring Alicia with them. Watching his lone tonguing of Alicia-she had slipped out, why or when she didn't know-Gert lay and also watched Alicia sucking on his withdrawn spasming prick.

They work well together, Gert thought to herself, but there was no malice in the thought as she realized that she had come and come well and they both deserved the goodness of the thing that she had just felt within her. And she rolled over on her stomach and was smiling with satisfaction when their thrashings paused for an instant-then crashed together in the heavy breath-catching and then releasing that signifies the bliss of come-completion.

And minutes later when she could muster up the effort necessary to rise to her knees, the two others laughed at her. She was at first embarrassed and wondered what she had done that could possibly cause their loud amusement.

It was by following Fred's hysterically stabbing finger that she got her answer. Evidently the wetness of him and her together had dropped to the printed page below.

There, on her lower stomach, hat and eyes and nose visible but the lower head lost in the hair of her box-bush was the noble visage of Napoleon Bonaparte himself.

Gert joined in the laughter. After all, Josephine never had it so good, she was willing to bet on it.