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Margaret 1, Wednesday

It was time to find a job, anything to keep from getting to be a bored
and boring housewife.  I was 37, and my youngest daughters were most of
the way through high school, and quite capable of taking care of
themselves.  My husband was frequently away for months at a time,
building oil refineries all over the world.  Not that I needed the
money; my husband's profession had made us fairly wealthy.  I just
wanted to keep busy, but after nineteen years of being a mother, I
didn't have a lot of work experience.  Oh well, I was ready to start at
the bottom.  I looked in the paper for the help wanted ads.  One that
immediately caught my eye announced:  NO EXPERIENCE NECESSARY!  Sales
hostess for unique product line.  555-1234 

So I called the number, and the young woman who answered asked me to
come in that afternoon. So I hurried to put on a professional-looking
linen suit.  As I was getting changed, I stopped to appraise myself in
the full-length mirror.  My figure is still slim, mostly as a result of
mowing my own lawn, and three days a week at the gym.  My skin is as
clear and smooth as the best of moisturizing creams can keep it.  My
hair is a thick auburn mop, and when I let it down it comes almost to
my nipples.  My C-cup breasts have not begun to sag, and they nicely
filled my sheer pale blue bra.  My hands started to stroke the matching
lace between my thighs, but it was time to finish dressing, and go.

I arrived at the unimpressive white concrete building in an industrial
part of town, and noticed the one-word sign painted by the door,
"EROS".  A pretty young girl guarded the reception room.  She had pale
blonde hair in a short pixie cut, and a bright smile that reminded me
of my young daughters.  But it was the way she was dressed that really
caught my eye.  She wore a short camisole in bright green satin, and
very little else!  It was just barely long enough to cover the
essentials.

She picked up a phone and spoke into it, informing someone of my
arrival, then invited me to have a seat in a comfortable arm chair. 
There was a coffee maker near the chair, and she asked me if I would
like a cup.  When I said yes, she bent over to pour, and that camisole
rose up, exposing her rear end covered only in the most transparent of
sheer panties.  It was clear to me that she wanted me to see that
sight, especially when she turned around and bent over again to hand me
the coffee cup.  The loose satin fell away from her chest, giving me an
excellent view of her little breasts with their pink rose bud nipples. 
Then she sat in a chair opposite me, and made a show of crossing her
legs in a way that guaranteed me a quick view of her pubic patch under
those transparent panties.  "I hope you like working here at EROS." She
said, as she uncrossed her legs to give me another flash of her
woman-ness.

In spite of myself, I was starting to feel somewhat excited by this
display of her charms.  So to avoid the issue, I asked her exactly what
the job entailed.  "Oh, you organize lingerie parties!"  she explained,
"You call up other women and ask them to invite a group of their
friends over to their house, and then you go and sell them the lingerie
we make right here!  This camisole is one of our products.  I always
wear something we make right here, while I'm at work.  Do you like it?"
 With that she cupped her little breasts in her hands, as if to give
them to me.  I barely managed to resist the impulse to reach out and
caress her nipples, under the guise of feeling the fabric.  

('Stop it!' I told myself. 'This girl is young enough to be your
daughter!) ('Yes, but you haven't gotten laid in seven months while
your husband has been away!) 

I was saved from this embarrassing situation by the phone.  When it
rang she jumped up and grabbed it, once again bending over the desk to
give me a perfect view of her pert posterior.  After a moment she
turned and told me that the boss would see me now in the show room. 
She rocked back on her desk for a moment to give me a last flash of the
curls between her thighs, then went to open a door for me to enter the
place of my interview. 

The woman who sat on a long table was startlingly beautiful.  A sheer
black teddy with a lace front clung to her perfect figure, and luminous
hazel eyes gazed at me from amid a frame of blue-black hair that hung
almost to her waist.  "My name is Valena Tremblay.  Welcome to EROS." 
It could have been either a polite civility referring to the company,
or an invitation to a love affair.  I tore my eyes from hers and looked
around.  The big table dominated a room which was bright under
fluorescent light, with white floor and ceiling and was that were lined
with shelves and clothes racks.  The shelves supported bust-manikins
wearing bras of lace and satin and sheers.  The walls sported an
incredible variety of panties in similar fabrics, all pinned up for
display.  The racks held everything from elegant peignoir sets to
transparent merry-widows.

"Please look around and select five items you like the best."  The
woman's voice brought me back to the fact of the interview.  This was
some kind of test.  Partly to buy time to regain my composure, and
partly because there was so much to choose from, it was a good twenty
minutes before I finished choosing.  I laid each item on the table
around this dark-haired beauty, as she steadily regarded me.  When I
was done she spoke again, "Part of this job involves modeling our
products.  Please take one of your five choices and show it off for
me."  

I looked around for a changing room, and not finding one, I moved a
rack of long negligees so that it provided a screen between me and my
potential employer.  Then I gathered my first choice, a multi-layered
confection of pale blue chiffon with silver trim, and ducked behind my
make-shift screen.  

I could see over the negligee rack, and noted that her eyes never left
me as I stripped down, then pulled that cloud of slightly stiff fabric
over my head.  Then I emerged from my hiding place and presented myself
to the creator of this lovely nightie.  I was acutely conscious of the
fact that my pale brown nipples showed clearly through the cloth, but
for some reason this excited me rather than being embarrassing.  Even
as I faced that incredibly seductive woman, I also was confident of my
own attractiveness, and proud to show it off to her.   I did a little
pirouette, making the ankle-length skirt fly out and drawing a breath
of fresh air up between my thighs.  I stopped turning with my hands on
my hips, pushing my pelvis out toward her in a challenging pose.  "Hold
it right there." she ordered, and walked to where a phone was mounted
on the wall.  "Hi Cindy," she spoke "Come in here and tell me what you
think."  

The receptionist entered almost immediately, "Oh, you picked that one!
You look wonderful in it!" she applauded happily.  "Now step up on this
table, which is also a model's runway, and show us how you move." 

I put a hand on the table to give it a shove, but it didn't budge, so I
decided it was probably safe.  I used a chair to step up onto its cool
marble surface as Cindy gathered my other choices and hung them on a
nearby rack.  Valena Tremblay moved gracefully to a chair near Cindy,
as I reminded myself not to be nervous.  I walked to the other end of
the table, making sure the long full skirt swayed from side to side.  I
felt the stiff sheer fabric brush against my nipples, which responded
by becoming more erect.  "Thank you," Valena smiled at me, "Cindy, the
cami next, I think."

I had chosen a cute little item almost identical to the one Cindy wore,
except in a peach colour.  As I ducked behind my clothes rack with it,
I heard Valena say, "Cindy, my shoulders, please."  Over the rack I
could see Cindy move to massage her boss's shoulders.  I quickly pulled
off the long blue chiffon, and slipped into the peach satin.  The new
fabric accented my swollen nipples, so I pinched them a bit, teasing
them until they stood even higher.  I noticed that Cindy's hands had
moved from Valena's shoulders to her breasts, and the thought of her
nipples receiving the same treatment I was giving mine excited me. I
walked out and stepped up onto the table.  It was only then that I
realized that this garment was so short, that with me up on the table,
my interviewer could see every hair of my pussy!
 
I almost panicked then, but I controlled myself, and began to walk the
length of the table.  Thinking about my exposed pussy made me start to
get wet down there, so I decided to enjoy it.  I skipped lightly along,
and when I reached the far end near Valena and Cindy, I bashfully
covered my breasts with my hands, which only made the camisole's hem
rise even higher.  Then I sank to a kneeling position, with my knees
far apart to ensure them an excellent view of my slightly parted pussy
lips.  "Very good."  Valena smiled, "Cindy, the bra and panty set, but
instead of panty 13, let's have 13B." 

One of my choices was a black lace push-up bra, with matching
French-cut panties, but Cindy quickly traded the latter for another,
which looked identical.  I took them behind my screen, and moments
later discovered the difference in the panties.  This pair had a large
opening in the middle of the crotch!  So I put them on as best I could,
then slowly walked out and stepped up on the table.  The panties felt
uncomfortable as I walked along with what I hoped was a sassy stride. 
But Valena stopped me, "No, no dear.  You're not wearing those
properly.  Come here and let me help you.  Now sit down on the edge of
the table.  The two parts do not go together down your slit.  Instead,
they separate over your mound, to pass between your outer lips and your
thighs, so that your pretty sex is framed."  Her long elegant fingers
parted the two slim strips of panty fabric, and arranged them as she
was explaining.  In the process, her fingertips also spread the lips of
my pussy and brushed against my clitoris.  I let out an involuntary
gasp, and she smiled at me.  "And such a wet and ready sex it is too. 
Would you like to kiss me?" 

I didn't even think about not getting the job if I didn't kiss her.  I
did want to, and I wanted a lot more too.  My husband was never home,
and I didn't want to be unfaithful with another man, but this woman was
arousing a lust in me that I had almost forgotten myself capable of. 
So I reached for her shoulders and drew her to me, and our lips met. 
She might have wanted to take things slowly, but such was my hunger
that instantly my mouth was open and my tongue was seeking hers.  She
did not resist.  After a few minutes she broke off our kiss, and her
mouth began to make its way up my cheek, across my eyebrows, around my
ear, down my neck.  "Yes! Please!" I breathed as her tongue left a
trail of dampness between my breasts.  That little lace bra had not
fully covered my nipples, and moved aside easily to let her lips close
around a pale brown bud.  I moaned in pleasure as she gently pushed me
back so that I was lying across the table.  I closed my eyes and gave
myself up to her love-making.

I felt her lace-clad breasts brush across my lower belly, as her mouth
teased from one of my nipples to the other.  Then suddenly other lips
joined hers.  I opened my eyes to see Cindy's cute little face grinning
at me as she sucked one of my tits into her mouth.  Having two mouths
at my breasts was almost too much.  The place that was exposed and
framed by the erotic panties I wore cried out for attention.  It
squirmed from side to side as I gently pushed Valena's head down there.
 Teasing me still, she licked ever so slowly down my belly as her hands
caressed my inner thighs.  "Please!" I cried, longing for the release
of her tongue in my pussy.  But Valena would not be hurried.

I reached for Cindy's nude little body, and drew her to me so that my
mouth could latch onto the pretty pink nipples that adorned her pointy
little tits.  She cooperated eagerly, dipping first one then the other
into my waiting open mouth.

Finally, Valena's talented tongue brushed along the lips of my pussy. 
Then it plunged into me, reaching deep into my vagina.  I wailed in
ecstasy as she probed toward my long-forgotten g-spot, but her tongue
was not quite long enough to reach there.  I was about to explode in
frustration, but Valena knew just what to do.  Two fingers slipped
easily into my desperately open cunt, as her mouth moved to suck my
clitoris in between her teeth.  My world exploded as Valena flicked her
tongue across my clit.  Stars danced in my eyes, and sparks tingled my
nipples, and a rush of my sex juices poured forth into Valena's eager
mouth.

Cindy jumped up and kissed Valena long and deep, sharing between them
the taste of my sex.  Then Cindy went to get my clothes, as Valena told
me I got the job.  When Cindy returned, Valena picked my bra and
panties out of the pile, and held the panties up to her nose.  She
inhaled deeply, then asked, "Shall we trade?"

I agreed, and so without me removing the skimpy black bra and open
panties, Cindy helped me back into my suit.  Then she provided me with
a smart-looking small suitcase which was already packed with company
instruction booklet, order forms, and a variety of lingerie samples. 
She also packed in it my other four choices from the interview.

I drove home in a daze.  Suddenly my life had new horizons, not only of
work, but also of sex.  I realized that a whole new world of women was
waiting to be explored.  I lifted my skirt and drove with my left hand
while my right hand explored the possibilities of the open-crotch
panties I still wore.  I wondered if I could please a woman half so
well as my new employer had pleased me.  But I felt ready to take up
the challenge.

I pulled into the driveway at home, and walked into the house.  The
sound of riotous giggling reached my ears, and I immediately wondered
what the girls were up to.  I have three daughters.  Rachel is 19, and
just started at university, where she is getting excellent marks.  She
has grown her soft brown hair almost down to her waist, and keeps her
little figure in good shape.  

Elizabeth and Jessica are identical twins, both 18, and will probably
tie each other for prom queen when they finish school.  They are both
5'6", with perfect slim figures, sun-streaked blonde hair, and eyes the
colour of the water on a Carribean beach.  They are both very bright,
but their interest in clothing and social activities hurts their grades
a bit, so they only have B+ averages.  Nobody can tell them apart
except for me and Rachel.  I am very proud of all of my daughters, but
this laughter needed to be investigated. 

I silently climbed the stairs until I could see into Rachel's room.  It
was a huge clutter of fabric bits and other teenage junk.  The sewing
machine was set up on Rachel's desk, and clearly the girls had been
pursuing some sort of project.  But what really dominated the scene was
Elizabeth, standing nude with her legs spread wide, while an equally
naked Jessica and Rachel devoured their sister, licking at her thighs
and private parts until she lost her balance in the midst of a powerful
orgasm.  Then Jessica and Rachel helped their sister over to the bed,
where Jessie immediately began to pull Rachel's clothing off.  

I didn't know what to think.  Here were my three daughters indulging in
the delights I had jus now learned were mine for the asking.  But I
instinctively knew that I had to assert myself, to make my authority
felt.  So I marched up the rest of the stairs to the doorway of
Rachel's room and commanded, "STOP!"  All three froze for a moment,
then made a mad scramble to find anything they could to cover their
nudity, so I barked at them "Don't move!" 

They obeyed.  Each looked up from Rachel's bed, with varying looks of
fear and contrition on their faces, as I walked into the room.  Nearest
to me was Jessica, so I walked over to her, bent down and took her left
nipple into my mouth.  I gave it a quick suck, then moved to her right
nipple and did the same.  Then it was Rachel's turn to receive the
same, so each of her nipples required the same two seconds or so of
sucking kiss.  It might have been almost comical as each girl held
absolutely still for my lips to enclose their rosy nipples, but their
looks of fear ended any possibility of amusement.  Finally I touched my
lips and tongue to Elizabeth's perfect breasts.  Then, standing, I told
them, "I see you ladies have begun to learn something about sex.  I
expect you to strive for the same excellence as you display in your
other endeavours.  From now on, I expect each of you to spend one night
each week with me so I can check on your progress.  Until then I
suggest that you all spend the night in the big bed in the guest room,
and teach each other what you can."  Then I turned and walked out.

I have no idea what posessed me to instruct my daughters so.  Perhaps
it was today's realization that men are always away, while women are
present and desirable.  Perhaps my awakening desire for the love of my
own sex simply encountered three very desirable young women.  I headed
for my bedroom, and eventually fell asleep.
__________

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