Jill clicked the mouse and the new page popped up on the monitor. “Finished!” she shouted as Dave placed a fresh cup of tea on the coaster.
“Great,” he said, “let’s take a look at how it all fits together.”
The couple had made their own website and had set up an account through a pornographic ISP; “that’s an Internet Service Provider,” he had to explain the week before as he and Jill set to to make up their very own website.
It had taken several long days over the week, but the finished product looked professional. The first click opened the Title Page that showed still pictures of Jill in various states of undress. At the left of the page, a column of hyperlinks took the browser to adjoining pages. These showed more pictures of Dave and Jill, video clips that the browser could download, and several advertisements, one of which advertised the sale of ‘Jill & Dave’s Homemade Pie’, Dave’s video of Jill in receipt if her first gang-bang with Julian, Scott, John and Dave. At £10 a throw, he figured Jill would soon be able to give up her crummy part-time job.
They toasted the finished product with their teas and uploaded the website to the ISP. The following day, the ‘Jill & Dave’s Internet Options’ was live and had already taken over a thousand hits from other internet browsers. By the end of the first month, they had sold over 1500 copies of ‘Jill & Dave’s Homemade Pie’.
“At this rate, we could both give up our jobs,” Jill told her husband as she packed the last case of videos for posting.
“Yeah, at this rate, we might have to expand a little too,” Dave added.
“What do you mean?” Jill asked, a little quizzed.
“Well, we can’t just sell one video, we’re going to have to make several more over the next few months. Maybe a series of videos… ‘Jill & Dave Go Camping’… ‘Jill & Dave Do London’… get the idea?”
Jill smiled at the thought of the fun she might have in making new videos, “Yeah, but we’ll need new people to guest in the videos too. Perhaps more women, otherwise, the world will think I’m a right nympho,” she laughed.
“What do you mean, think?” Dave joked as Jill slapped his arm, playfully. “We might have to get more help for this sort of thing too. Hell, we might even grow big enough to open our own shop. I can see it now… ‘Jill & Dave’s Internet Options’ brandished above a plate glass window on the High Street in a city centre or two.” They both laughed. Then after a moment’s silence, “stranger things have happened.”
That evening, Dave updated the website with an extra page for people contact. Hyperlinks led to chat rooms and other websites similar to their own. Dave also placed an advertisement for an assistant to help with merchandising.
By the end of the week, the email designated to the website had over a hundred applicant for the assistant’s job. People from all over the country had applied, sending CVs and photographs. One or two even had stories attached that described the pictures that Jill had posed for.
“Ernie and Joanne, that’s it,” Jill announced after reading through the many applications. “Ernie and Joanne are a local couple, same age as us, have wanted to experiment with both their sex lives and their jobs. I think they could fit right in.”
“Okay, let’s set up an interview,” Dave told his wife.
Tuesday afternoon and Dave set up his three new video cameras and had two digital still cameras fully charged. The room of their hotel doubled as their office for the day. They didn’t want to show the couple to be interviewed that they too were local, just in case things didn’t work out.
Dave answered the tapping on the door, “Please, come in and take a seat on the sofa,” he said, leading Ernie and Joanne into the room. “Would you like something to drink? This is going to be as informal as possible, so you can relax,” he told the nervous looking couple.
Ernie was taller than he looked in his photograph. Standing a little over six feet, his shoulder-length mousy coloured hair and deep blue eyes gave Jill a little tingle inside. She could imagine taking this man and fucking his brains out. Yes, there was no doubt now; she was becoming a little tart, a slut, a nymphomaniac.
Dave liked what he saw. Ernie looked like a good looking chap, and Joanne was everything he expected from the written description in their application and the two photographs they has sent along with it. Her long hair was almost a strawberry blonde colour. If the room was darker, she could have been mistaken for a light redhead. Her green eyes reminded him of an Irish girlfriend he had at college.
Joanne sat with her husband on the sofa. She crossed her long legs and placed her well-manicured hands on her knees, partially covering her slightly exposed thighs as her midi-length skirt rode up a little when she sat down. Her firm looking breast must have been 36” and perhaps a C-cup. Yes, Dave liked what he saw.
“In your application, you said that you were thinking about experimenting. Can you explain what you mean by ‘experimenting’?” Jill asked fifteen minutes into the informal interview.
“Well,” Ernie began to explain how both he and Joanne had healthy libidos and that they both wanted to experience all forms of sex, from swinging to bi-sexual encounters. But, they hadn’t yet found the right people to experiment with. “At least we hadn’t until we found your website,” Ernie concluded.
“Well, I hope you don’t mind if we take this a little further,” Dave continued with the interview after first glancing at Jill who had a wry smile on her face. “I have set up the cameras for the interview to help us decide on who might be the lucky recipients of the jobs. We’ve already stated that part of the job may include some photographic displays, similar to those already on the website,” Dave continued. “Perhaps you and Joanne might like to do a little posing for the cameras, if you’re not too shy that is.”
Ernie and Joanne looked nervously at each other, then after several seconds, Joanne slowly nodded agreement to her husband and they began to kiss and fondle each other.
Twenty minutes later, the naked couple moaned as they both came together. Jill had made sure there were some good close-ups on video whilst Dave had clicked away with his digital still cameras.
“How was that?” Ernie asked.
