It had been a long day; I was tired, and mum had messaged me if I could have a look at Jean's laptop as she was not able to connect to her WiFi in her apartment. Jean was a neighbour and lived in the apartment two floors below us. Mum had also said that she had a dinner date this evening and Jean had offered to make me some supper and if I did then I was to take a chilled bottle of Chablis from our fridge as Jean loved this wine.
Jean relied on the Internet a lot, she was a mature model, where fashion houses would send their clothes to her, she had converted a bedroom in her apartment into a first-class photographic studio. She used several photographers who came to her studio, in fact, I had taken her pictures during my University years, and even today when she was stuck, she knew that I was just a phone call away.
Jean was a widow, her husband had died in a plane crash eight years ago, he had been the Chairman of several companies which he owned or controlled. It had been a tremendous shock for Jean and her daughter Jill, Jill was like her mother, a tall and beautiful woman who was also very intelligent, she had a law and an accountancy degree and had now taken over her father's position in the family business. After her father's death, the company was now headquartered in Geneva in Switzerland and Jill now spend most of her time there. I liked Jill a lot, she was a year older than me. She was also a turbo in bed, for the last three years whenever Jill was with her mother she would WhatsApp me, and we would meet.
We also kept in touch, she worked very hard and wasn't dating anyone. She would visit Jean every couple of months for a long weekend, and we would have intensive sex every day. Jean knew what was happening but was very discreet and never said a word. Jill was noisy in bed and loved it when I talked dirty to her as I fucked her. I am also fortunate in that I have a massive cock, it's thick and long, and Jill loves it in every hole. Jill was last over two weeks ago and had asked me if it was ok with me if she went off the pill as she would like to have a baby with me.
This was a big question for me. Jill told me that she would maintain the child herself, she would also reduce the time spent in Geneva to three days a week and the rest of the time she would spend here with the child and Jean. I liked Jill a lot, we were so compatible sexually, my big problem was I wasn't sure if I was in love with her. We had socialised a lot together, we had mutual respect for each other but was this how I wanted to spend the rest of my life? I just didn't know. I told her what I was thinking, I felt privileged that she wanted me to be the father of her child and I would happily do this for her, but at the moment I would still like some freedom.
Jill was happy that I had been honest with her and she still wanted a child with me. Tonight would be the first night that I had seen Jean since Jill was last over and I wondered if Jean would say anything to me. Jean had always flirted with me since I started having sex with Jill, I had flirted back, and Jean enjoyed it. My father and mother were both doctors, my father had died of cancer five years ago, he was a very heavy smoker and drinker. His uncle was an excellent photographer, he worked with the National Geographic magazine, he taught me how to take pictures.
He taught me how to develop pictures as the system he used was pre-digital cameras. With the knowledge that I had regarding lighting, I was an excellent photographer. Jean loved the images that I took of her. I remember doing a lingerie shoot with her, the lingerie was very risqué, and with Jean's voluptuous figure nothing was left to the imagination. My cock was rock hard for the three and a half hours of the shoot. The pictures were an outstanding success, and Jean told me that she wanted me now to do the two lingerie shoots that she did in the year.
That night I had really wanked, thinking of Jean's excellent body, Jill's body was similar, but Jean's had the edge. I got the bottle of Chablis then went downstairs to Jean's apartment. I pressed the doorbell, and the door opened, Jean looked stunning, her tits looked massive, I wondered what sort of bra she was wearing. She took me in her arms and said, "Tom darling, thank you so much for coming, I rely on the Internet so much, and it's dreadful when you haven't got access."
I asked, "Would you like me to open the wine? I won't have any until your system is up and running."
Jean smiled and took the wine and said, "I'll pour myself a glass then come and watch you work."
