Birthday Present Ch05

Lydia dashed into the house after work, coming in through the front door already completely naked. She paused in the middle of the living room, looking around until she saw me sitting at the kitchen table, working on my computer. She ran over to me, pushed my computer aside and climbed onto the table with her butt at the edge. "Fuck me, honey. God, I need to be fucked sooooo bad."

"What's going on? Where are your clothes?"

"

I took them off in the car! Just fucking fuck me already!

"

I'd long since learned that there were some things you never argued with your wife about, and requesting or demanding sex was one. I stood up and dropped my shorts, the only thing I'd been wearing, my dick already growing hard as I stepped between her legs. I rubbed my semi-hard cock between her lips and then coaxed it into her hot, wet tunnel. I could feel myself growing slowly harder as I worked to force my still-floppy dick into her. I got it into her and pressed myself as far into her as I could, pressing my pelvis against hers. I couldn't stroke much yet, so instead I looped an arm around her thigh and reached for her clit. I started to stroke my finger along and then between her lips, finding her hard clit and rubbing across it. She jerked at my touch and then moaned in pleasure as I rubbed my finger over and around her hard little nub. I felt myself hardening as I watched her pull and squeeze her nipples, and was soon hard enough to start working myself in and out of her sopping-wet pussy.

I stroked slowly at first, moving faster as I grew harder and my desire flared. She looked so fucking sexy lying on the table in front of me, her big, soft tits moving as I pounded myself against her ass. The more I stroked, the more I wanted to see her climax, the more I

needed

to see her climax for me. I thrust harder in and out of her hot, wet depths, her cries and moans growing louder with each passing minute. Before I knew it she was rocking her hips in time with me and begging me to make her come. I drove harder into her, feeling her climax build by the way her body subtly responded to my efforts, and also in a way that had only been happening for a short time. I didn't completely understand it, but somehow I knew that I was feeling her orgasm build in the way it felt for her: the need, the desire to tip over the edge, the warmth and tingle and little sparks of lightning shooting from her clit through her whole body. I was at a loss to understand it, but it somehow didn't matter, because in addition I felt something else: raw desire. Desire to feel her climax and to join hers with mine. I pumped in and out harder, trying to drive her to that point, to the point of no return. I felt her climax start to overtake her body, and with it, a feeling of joy, pleasure, fulfillment. I came moments later, pumping shot after shot of cum into her spasming pussy. That feeling of pleasure, of joy, raced higher, as if I was being thanked for what I was feeling.

I stood there, my cock twitching inside her as we both came down from our mutual climaxes. I was panting and sweating, but Lydia didn't care. She pushed herself up and pressed herself against me, wrapping her legs around mine to keep me from falling out of her. She pressed her lips to mine and kissed me deeply, sharing a loving connection through our embrace. I could practically feel her love for me flow through our kiss, how she felt for me and the desire to keep me forever. I was panting heavily by the time we broke the kiss and remained hugging each other tightly.

"God, I don't know what's happening to me," she breathed. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen, but it did."

"What did?"

"I had sex at work again. I know, I know. I said I'd try not to, but the moment overwhelmed me. I was just sitting there working and all of a sudden, I don't know why, I started getting really turned on. I mean,

really

turned on. I practically ripped my panties off and sat at my desk, playing with myself. I could practically feel you fucking me, sliding your cock in and out of me. I had my feet on my desk, jamming two fingers into my cunt when Bill walked in. He just stood there, staring at me for the longest time. I don't know why, but I just kept doing it while he stood there, staring. He walked over and undid his pants and stood next to me, rubbing his cock with one hand, sticking his other hand into my dress to grab one of my tits. He stroked himself and played with one of my tits, and then... and then he stuck his dick in my mouth. I don't know what came over me. I just couldn't help it, I grabbed his dick and started to stroke and suck it. I knew I was going to climax any second, and I did. I came with my fingers in my pussy and his dick in my mouth.

"But it wasn't enough. I needed his cock in me. I just stood up and sat on the edge of the desk and pulled him by the dick until he pushed it into me. I'm sorry honey. I know I said I wouldn't but I couldn't help it. I need him to fuck me! I needed to come again, and to make him come. And after I came again, I realized we weren't alone. Jenny had walked in and was standing there staring at us. Bill told her to close the door and strip. He said wanted to see her tits. He'd always wanted to see her big tits. I couldn't believe it. She did. She just stood there in my office and took everything off, as if stripping in my office was perfectly natural. She came over to us, naked and Bill pulled his dick out of me and pushed Jenny onto the desk and rammed his cock into her pussy."

"Damn."

"Yeah. He just drove it right into her and started fucking her on my desk. I could almost feel him fucking her, feel her pussy getting wetter and her getting more turned on. I guess I must have sat in my chair, because I realized I was tipped back, playing with myself while I watched him fucking her. God, it was so fucking hot. He was pounding her like crazy when she came. She squirted all over him while he was coming in her pussy. He filled her with his cum and then he made her kneel down and lick him clean. I think I made myself come again while I watched. That's when things got weird. I mean, not that it wasn't already weird, that I'd had, that they'd had sex in my office, but then they started to look around like they weren't sure what was happening. Jenny is pretty bashful whenever anyone talks about anything sexual, and here she was, nude in my office, sucking Bill's dick. She must have realized what she was doing and suddenly got bashful again and was trying to cover up. She kept saying she didn't know what had come over her."

I said, "She might not have."

"What do you mean?"

"I had a visitor this morning. Ruth Sutton."

"Ruth? From up the street? What did she want?"

"She brought some mail they got accidentally. Then she wanted to play in the sprinkler out back."

"Really? She played in the sprinkler?"

"Well, I sort of suggested it. But we ended up having sex out back on the table."

"Ohhhh, Jack no... Ruth? She's just barely eighteen."

"Nineteen, actually."

"When Evelyn finds out she's going to go ballistic, if her father doesn't first."

I looked away guiltily. "...She, um, Evelyn, walked in on us while Ruth was trying to get me hard again so I could do her again. She sorta got involved and I ended up doing both of them."

"Oh Jack... The pastor's wife..."

"Well, she might not be as innocent as we think. Ruth said she caught her one time sucking off one of the guys from the church and heard some kind of comment about wanting to see her naked in the baptismal font, again."

"They're Baptists, Dunkers. That would mean-"

I cut her off. "It does. Can you imagine her with some guy in the glass tank they use for baptisms? Right in the church? Anyway afterward she seemed to realize what she had done, like she hadn't known while she was doing it. Maybe she didn't. Sometimes I feel like that. Both of us have felt like we were driven by lust and desire to do what we do, but sometimes it's more than that. Sometimes I feel like I'm just along for the ride. Sometimes I feel like I'm being pushed or coaxed to do things, even when I'm trying not to do it. Then, I just sort of fade out. I can see myself having sex with someone, but I don't feel like I'm in control. It was like that with Ruth. And when her mom walked in..."

"Yeah, I know. I sorta feel the same way at work. I knew I shouldn't be doing what I was, but I needed to do it."

"More times I've felt like I wasn't alone in my head either, if that makes sense."

"It sort of does." She nodded with a frown.

"Come here." I pulled away from her and walked to the sofa. I sat down and she sat next to me as I opened the ancient book. "Listen to this again."

The goddess thrived on the sexual energies of her acolytes and worshipers. She was known to collect the sexual energies of the female worshiper's orgasms and even, in some cases, enhance the strength of a worshiper's orgasm to drive their sexual energy as high as possible. There are differing thoughts on how this occurred, but it was believed that the temple priests acted as conduits in some way, channeling the female's sexual energy to her. Some early scrolls relate instances of female worshipers becoming acolytes of Aphrodite, capable of channeling sexual energy to the goddess. These acolytes are said to have been gifted by the goddess, to not only channel their sexual energy, but to attract male worshipers by their very presence. These acolytes were typically adorned by golden jewelry, silken white robes and were, as the goddess herself, the most beautiful of the temple women. Their sexual prowess and appetite was almost insatiable, able to take multiple male worshipers each day, and in many cases, at the same time.

"I know we've talked about this, but neither of us took it seriously. This is more than some chemical reaction that's putting off pheromones or anything so scientific. I'm as much a skeptic as you are, but facts are facts. Several times I've felt like something was feeling not only my climax, but that of the woman I was having sex with. I've felt like I could feel your climax, like just now. I could not only tell you were about to climax, I could feel it. If this is really correct, if whatever Aphrodite was... it really did, or does, exist, then somehow we've become attached to it, to her, or whatever. It feeds on our sexual energy. It drives us, and those around us, to have sex so it can feed on it."

"Feed on it, how?" she asked with a concerned look.

"I don't know, but this all started when you gave me this ring," I said, holding up my hand.

"That's not true. Samantha and I stared feeling more... amorous... long before I gave it to you."

"But you were working on it, weren't you? Cleaning it?"

"Well, yes, but... Look, lover, I know this is all hard to deal with, but I don't believe any of this supernatural stuff. You and I, we're logical people. We work with numbers and formulas and fixed realities. Sure, we played with the idea that the ring was causing this, but it was never a serious conclusion. You deal with probabilities and risks. Tell me what your logical mind says about the probability that some supernatural being is controlling our minds?"

"You got the book in the same place as the ring, right?"

"It was in the same box as the ring. I just got curious and started reading it. I don't really believe that stuff. The Greek gods were myths."

"The way this reads, the author was doing research on the gods. Who knows how long ago but, based on this book, it was really a long time ago. Whoever wrote this believed it was true, at least true enough to spend a lot of time researching it. And here, this drawing, tell me it doesn't look like the ring you found."

"Okay. So, let's say it is true, not that it is, but just for argument's sake, let's say it is. You have the ring, I don't. Why would I be driven to have sex at work when you're at home? That doesn't make any sense."

"You want me to be honest? I think you've been attached to me as what this book calls an acolyte. I think you're channeling sexual energy, and if that's true, I don't see any reason that it can't be a two-way thing. Maybe being that conduit, or channel, or whatever we want to call it, allows this being to enhance your sexual desires? It said that these acolytes had an almost insatiable sexual appetite. Tell me that doesn't describe you lately."

"Well, that certainly seems to describe me." She frowned. "Just for argument's sake, if it was true. What can we do about it?"

"I don't wear the ring?" I answered with a shrug. "Actually, I'd thought of that this morning when Ruth came by. I felt like maybe I could test it, wear the ring with Ruth, and then not wear the ring and see if her sister had the same reactions."

"And that was why you invited her to run through the sprinkler?"

"Yeah, sorta."

"Thinking that if she stayed here long enough, she'd want to have sex."

"That was the basic idea."

She sat back and shook her head. "You know her parents, she isn't allowed to date. Tell me, just what's the probability that she's actually had sex before?"

"Well, um, according to her, apparently zero." I admitted.

"Oh my god, honey, if we end up with a little Jack running around, I'm going to be soooo pissed at you. You want to mess around with grown women on birth control, that's one thing, I get it. You can't help it. I'm on an IUD, so I don't have to worry about guys fucking me. But taking her virginity, that was incredibly stupid."

"Yeah, I guess it was. I don't know what I was thinking," I agreed quietly.

"You weren't, clearly! And now you want to try and seduce her sister? Really? You think that's a good idea?"

"Actually, it's a horrible idea. I don't know why the hell I even thought it up."

"For the same reason that I sat at my desk with my legs spread and my office door open: because I couldn't help myself. Something inside me needed to do that at that moment, so I did. I still don't know if it's drugs or what, but I don't accept that a piece of jewelry can do this to us."

"I'm getting more convinced it is the ring," I said.

"You think this is the ring and if you take it off somehow this is all going to go away?"

"Pretty much."

"I'm not at all convinced this has anything to do with the ring. Something is going on, but supernatural? I don't buy it."

"But the book..."

"Yeah, I know. I read it too. I also read about a lot of other Greek gods and I'm not any more sold on those than I am that Aphrodite really ever existed as more than a myth."

"Well, I'm sure as hell getting more convinced with each woman that suddenly wants to have sex with me. Hell, I've fucked more women in the last three days than in the rest of my life put together!"

"Well... I have to admit, we've both been a lot more sexual than I can ever remember. But I'm with the health department folks. I think it was something we ingested at the restaurant, and it'll work itself out of our systems over time."

"And that explains you and Samantha getting more sexual the last couple months? I don't think so."

"We didn't..." she started protest.

"Come on, honey. You know damn well you have. You started wearing shorter dresses to work and even went without underwear the night we ate out. That was before we ate at the restaurant. So, what do you attribute that to?"

"I couldn't go without underwear just for you?"

I looked at her with a frown. "Lover, when was the last time you went out in public without underwear?"

"Well, never I guess."

"Uh huh. And with a skirt so short that if you bent over, you'd be showing off your jewelry box to whoever was behind you?"

"Well, okay. I'll admit that was a bit unusual for me. But something supernatural? A Greek goddess of all things? I'm more likely to believe little green men than a Greek myth."

"And what if it's really this Greek goddess? What if she wasn't a myth?"

"So what is she, some little green man?"

"We don't know what else is out there. An alien presence? Some kind of inter-dimensional being that can feed on emotions? I don't really know. I just know that the more I have sex, the more I seem to feel not only the climax of the woman I'm having sex with, but also that other presence in my head. It's too much of a coincidence for me to ignore. You asked what the probabilities were? What are the probabilities that you would gift me an ancient ring, that there would be a spontaneous public sexual orgy in the restaurant we ate at, and that both you and I would suddenly become driven to have sex with other people, all happening at the same time? The probabilities of all three of those happening are...well. we're both much more likely to be struck by lightning, on a clear day, at the exact same time.

"I'm not convinced. But I'll humor you. If you're so convinced, maybe I know someone we can talk to about it. If she says it's a real thing, then I'll consider it. Otherwise, I want you to drop the idea and focus on other possible causes, okay?"

"You know some expert?"

"Sorta. Angelina. She's the college professor that I contacted when I was trying to trace the ring. She's an expert in Greek mythology and Roman history."

"And what if she says yes?"

"Yes, as in this is all possible? Then I'll consider it. Until then, as far as I'm concerned, we just ingested some strange drug. Let me call her and see if we can meet up."

---o---

I watched the neighborhoods pass by as we drove all the way across town to one of the ritzier parts of town. Lydia pulled into the driveway of one of a number of large upscale homes with large, grassy front yards. While there was no one in this front yard and it honestly didn't look like anyone was home. There was a woman kneeling, working in a garden, next door, and a few houses down the street, a lawn care company was busy mowing, but other than that the whole neighborhood looked quiet. "Now, don't think that she's going to go all sexual on you like those other women do. Angelina has exactly zero interest in men, as far as sex goes. She swore off men after her husband was caught fucking his secretary."

"By swore off men, you mean she swore off sex with men or swore off having anything to do with men?" I asked as she turned off the car.

"Honey, from what she told me, she's one-hundred percent lesbian. If she gets turned on being around you, then we really have a problem. She's disgusted by the very idea of a man having sex with her. She considers them a necessary evil to have in the world, but she doesn't trust them and wants as little to do with them as possible. She's sworn to not ever again let a man use her again, and that includes for sex."

"What makes you think that she won't get turned on by you?"

"Me?"

"Yeah, you. You're clearly affected by this too. Not as much as me, but just look at what happened at work today."

"I guess I didn't think of that," she said quietly. "I guess that'd tell us something too, wouldn't it?"

"I guess it would." I sighed as I opened the car door. "Let's get this over with."

"You sound like you aren't having fun. You don't like having all this sex with all these hot women?" she asked as she climbed out of the drivers seat and pushed her car door closed. "Didn't seem like it bothered you all that much when you were talking about taking Ruth's virginity."

"You'd think it'd be great, but honestly it's getting concerning. I have things to do and I'm afraid to go out anywhere. I'm afraid to be near women in general."

"I think you're overdoing it. It can't be that bad."

"Oh? What about the pizza delivery woman? Or the mail lady? Neither of them were probably thinking about getting fucked when they walked up to the house."

"And I'm supposed to just believe that any random woman is going to throw herself at you?"