Chapter 17

Tim wasn't a carpenter, but he felt good about the work he had done on their bedroom closet. The only thing left to do was to hang the door with the large see-through mirror. Inside the closet, Tim had designed a place for a chair, which bolted to the floor, but could be moved when not in use.

When he had suggested to Janice that he redesign the closet with the special mirror, she was ecstatic. As a reward, Janice told him that she would have a special surprise birthday present for him when he was done the room. He could only guess that the surprise would be sexual in nature.

Tim was deep in thought and had just finished hanging the door when Janice walked into the room.

"Very nice," Janice said, impressed with Tim's work. She never realized that he had that kind of talent. "Wow, it looks just like a normal mirror from here. Sit on the bed and let me see," she said as she walked into the closet and closed the door, turning out the light. She sat in the comfortable armchair, now attached to the floor, and looked into the brightly lit bedroom. She almost gasped when she saw that the mirror seemed to have a magnifying effect on the features of the bedroom. It appeared as if she could reach out and touch Tim as he sat on the end of the bed. Then she looked up and saw the speakers Tim had installed. She could actually hear him breathing.

The large mirror on the door was very special. Tim had paid a great deal of money to have it specially designed for his purpose. It was shaped in a way that made everything seem much closer without distorting the view. The speakers had also been a special purchase from one of those Internet spy shops and were designed to pick up every sound in a room, including a whisper.

"This is incredible," Janice said with a big smile of excitement as she came out of the closet. She walked over to Tim and pulled him to her, kissing his lips passionately. "Only two more days. I can hardly wait," she said breathlessly.

Tim would be thirty-six years old in two days.

Tim could feel that now familiar fluttering in the pit of his stomach as he sat in the chair behind the mirror. It had been a wonderful evening. Janice had gone out of her way to prepare his favorite dinner and then had a cake with thirty-six candles. She had teased him unmercifully all evening. However, she wouldn't let him go any further than passionate kisses and a little finger action. He had been erect since he first saw her walk into the dinning room with that skintight blue dress on. It barely covered her crotch and the V at the neck went all the way to her navel. He stared at her hard nipples all night under the thin material of the dress.

Tim noticed that Janice had chosen to wear a locket around her neck again. It was the one that she had worn the night she made love to Dan. Inside was their favorite picture of their wedding day. It had becoming a symbol, symbolizing her love for him, no matter who she was with. It was an incredible physiological bond between the two of them. It was like a secret that they alone shared, like they were conspirators of sorts.

Now, Tim was sitting nervously behind the mirror waiting for Janice; waiting to see what she had planned as his special present. He had a pretty good idea what it was, so he wasn't surprised when she told him to sit naked in the chair and wait for her. She made him promise not to touch himself; she wanted it all for her later. He knew that that order was going to be difficult, if not down right impossible to obey.

Janice was very nervous also as she sat waiting for the doorbell to ring. She had been incredibly brazen when she called Steve several days ago and told him she needed another massage. Then, when she told him that her husband would be away, she could almost hear him gasp. It was no surprise to her that he immediately agreed to come over. He even had to cancel another appointment.

When the doorbell rang, Janice jumped and then stood on weak legs, walking self-consciously to the door. Did she look okay? she thought as she straightened her robe. She had on the same soft white robe that she wore the last time, and, like the last time, she was naked underneath. She had spent the afternoon in the beauty salon having her hair, make-up, and nails done. She took one last look in the foyer mirror before she turned to the door.

"Hi Steve," Janice said as she opened the door and saw the attractive young man standing on the porch nervously. She saw his eyes scan her and then an approving smile appeared on his handsome face. Janice scanned his trim body with her eyes also. He was wearing the same type of outfit as before: tight tee shirt, thin harem pants with a rope belt and tennis shoes. It must be his "work" uniform, she thought.

"Hi Mrs. Harwick," he said formally as he walked past her, carrying his case of supplies.

"It's Janice," she said in a seductive tone, her eyes swimming with lust.

"Okay, uh... Janice, let me sit this down and I'll get my table," Steve said shyly.

"No need to do that Steve. We'll just use my bed." Janice saw Steve's eyes grow wide in surprise. Suddenly, he almost looked like a little boy who's mom told him that he was going to the circus. He's so cute, she thought. Then a naughty thrill rushed through her as she glanced at his crotch brazenly. There was a definite bulge there already. She felt so much like a femme fatale, a seductress-maybe a younger Mrs. Robinson.

There was a wide smile on Steve's face as she looked back at Janice, just as brazenly. He had hoped for a replay of the last session, at best, but now it appeared that she wanted a lot more. While he knew what he was about to do was incredibly unprofessional, yet wild horses couldn't stop him now. He could feel his penis begin to throb under his thin pants.

"Follow me," Janice said, then took his hand and led him to the stairs. When they reached the steps, Janice led the way, moving quickly in front of him. She could feel her already swollen sex lips begin to drip as she walked up the stairs. Am I swaying my hips too much? she thought as she ascended the steps. She knew that he must have quite a view.

Steve did have quite a view. He held back just a bit, letting Janice move up a step or two. A gasp escaped his lips when he saw that she was naked under the robe. He could see her soft thighs and the pout of her smoothly shaved sex, with those fat inner lips, squeezed between her legs. He remembered those lips. He had never seen any that large before. His mouth practically drooled at the thought of sucking them. By the time they reached the top of the stairs, his penis was throbbing painfully in his pants.

When Tim saw the light come on in the bedroom, and Janice walk in, he felt his heart begin to race. Then he gasped when he saw Steve walk into their bedroom, a step or two behind her. While, he had guessed that she would be bringing Steve over, it still shocked him to see the fit and handsome young man walk into his personal domain that he shared with his wife. When Dan had stayed here, Tim had slept in the basement and had not seen him in his own bedroom. This was so much more personal, he thought. Most men would have been upset to have their wife alone in a bedroom with another man. However, it thrilled Tim immensely.

Tim was so close to the couple that he was afraid to move. It almost seemed like he was in the room with them; the mirror was working beautifully. He could even hear their excited breathing through the speakers on the wall above him.

"Uh... we should, uh... we need to put something on the bed so the... uh oil doesn't get on everything," Steve said, suddenly nervously, as he sat his case down.

Janice walked over to the bed and turned around, smiling at the young man and said, "I don't think we're going to need that much oil, I think I'm lubricated enough." She looked into Steve's eyes as she slowly slipped her robe off her shoulders and let it fall to her feet.

"Oh God," Steve moaned as he stared at her gorgeous naked body. His eyes traveled from her smiling face to her large breasts, now moving up and down with her excited breathing. Then his gazed moved to her groin. Another gasp escaped him as he saw the shiny liquid dripping from her swollen lips. He could see strings of the clear juice hanging like a silky spider web, attaching her sex lips to her thighs. He had never seen anything so exciting in his life.

Janice opened her arms to Steve.

It took him three quick steps to reach her and pull her naked body to him passionately. There were three moans as the two kissed; one moan came from behind the mirror.

As soon as Tim moaned, he realized that he needed to be careful because another slip could have given him away. However, that might be impossible because, like Steve, he had never seen anything as exciting in his life. When he had watched Janice kiss Dan, it had been dark and they were a good distance away. Even in the bar with the two strangers, it had been dark. But, now he had a close up view, and could plainly see their tongues working in each other's mouths and his wife's soft breasts squeezed tightly between their bodies. Then, as if Janice knew what Tim was thinking, their lips parted and their tongues dueled out in the open, exchanging their saliva in an almost obscene manner. He watched Janice suck on Steve's tongue, then switch and let him suck her tongue into his mouth. They're almost "fucking" with their mouths, he thought.

"Come over here," Janice said breathlessly as she pulled away from Steve and took his hand. As soon as they were standing in front of the full-length mirror, Janice pulled Steve's tee shirt over his head. Then, she paused and looked at his half-naked body, her eyes admiring his chiseled frame, her hands caressing his hard chest. There was no doubt that he spent a lot of time in the gym, Janice thought. Then she took a deep breath of excitement and slowly began to kiss down his tanned chest, stopping to suck and lick his nipples briefly.

Tim's heart was beating so fast that he thought they would be able to hear it and his eyes were wide in excitement. He could almost feel that sweet tongue that he knew so well, licking his own chest. Then, he saw his beautiful wife go to her knees in front of her soon-to-be lover and watched her kiss his muscular stomach, making the muscles tremble. He could feel his own stomach twitch in excitement.

Steve's excitement was so great that he could hardly watch the older woman kiss him. Still, he forced his eyes to stay open and watch her tongue work across his stomach, leaving a wet trail of saliva on his hot skin. He couldn't believe his good luck. While he had had sex with some beautiful women before, none were as hot or as enthusiastic as Janice.

As Janice reached the waistband of Steve's pants, she pulled back and stared at the bulge. Then, she reached up with both hands and caressed the throbbing erection under the cotton pants. She squeezed the material around the shaft, outlining the long tube of flesh, and running her hands up and down. She smiled when she saw a wet spot appear at the point where the slit touched the material. Her head moved forward and began to kiss the wet fabric at the tip, tasting his juice.