On the morning of the seventh of June, George awoke with a feeling of unreality. Today was her forty-ninth birthday. In one year's time, she would reach that all too unmentionable age of fifty. What a truly miserable thought, she mused to herself, waiting for the rest of her brain to gradually emerge into consciousness. When she eventually opened her eyes, she saw that John was also awake, just lying there looking at her. He'd wanted to stay with her last night, because she would be spending the actual evening of her birthday with Karen. "Good morning," He said, leaning over to kiss her. "I'm not sure what's good about it," George said in that deeper, huskier early morning voice that he loved so much. "Is forty-nine so bad?" He asked with a smile. "I wish it was still twenty-nine," She said between gentle kisses. "I don't," He said, eventually detaching himself from her. "You weren't very happy at twenty-nine." "No, I suppose I wasn't," George said with a yawn. Whilst he was downstairs making them both a cup of tea, George glanced over at the bedside clock. It was just before eight, and on a normal day, she would have been out of the house and on her way to work by now, but not this morning. If she couldn't take a day off work on her birthday, then when could she? She was planning to spend some of the day with her father, as he was taking her out for lunch. John didn't have to be in court till ten, so he wasn't in any real rush either. She was in the middle of stretching languorously, when the phone rang. "Happy birthday," Jo said when she answered. "Thank you," George drawled seductively, thinking that Jo really shouldn't call her this early in the day, because it gave her the most delightful fantasies. "I just wanted to ensure that you didn't open my present until John has left for court." "Why?" George said with a light laugh. "Is it something terribly naughty?" "In the wrong company, it certainly could be seen as such," Jo told her evasively. "Coming from me anyway." "Aha, hidden depths," George teased. "I didn't know you had it in you." "I appear to be doing a lot of extremely wicked things lately," Jo quipped back. "And it's definitely all your fault." "You wouldn't have it any other way though, would you?" George asked seriously, for some reason needing that little bit of extra reassurance. "No, of course not," Jo told her softly. "I wish you were here," George said, feeling stupid for saying it. "Yes, well, unlike you, I am not only fully dressed and looking remarkably professional, but I am not on the skive." "Do you have any idea of just what I would do to you, if you were here, instead of going to the office like a dutiful barrister?" "Oh, I don't know," Jo teased her with a smirk. "You're all talk and no action, Georgina Channing." "That name is banned from this house, especially on my birthday," George insisted, giving John a smile as he appeared in the doorway, carrying two mugs of tea and her birthday presents under his arm. Putting everything down on the dressing table, he slipped out of the boxer shorts he'd put on to go downstairs, and slid back under the duvet. "His Lordship's just appeared," George told Jo, thinking that she might be able to wind Jo up even further. "And he's obviously expecting a repeat of last night." "Lucky John," Jo said dryly. "Mmm, I should imagine he will be, if he plays his cards right." Assuming that she was talking to Karen, John thought he may as well take the opportunity to drive her just a little bit insane. As George continued talking to her early morning caller, John traced a delicate pattern, first over her breasts and steadily hardening nipples, and then along her thighs. George knew that he thought she was talking to Karen, or he wouldn't have done what he was doing now, so she made a great effort to keep any hint of who it actually was out of the conversation. "He really is dreadfully wicked, you know," George said in total satisfaction, as John began kissing his way down over her hip and along her thigh. "He knows I'm talking to you, yet he is quite obviously intent on driving me wild." "Except that he probably thinks you're talking to Karen, and not me," Jo said, content for the moment to enjoy this by proxy. "I think so," George said a little regretfully and then gasped as John inched his tongue between her legs. "It's incredibly naughty of me to say it," She added, her voice losing some of its control. "But it's my birthday, so I'm allowed to be outrageous, but I wish you were here too." John laughed on hearing this, as did Jo. "You really do like to have your cake and eat it, don't you," Jo said philosophically. "And precisely what is the point," George demanded silkily. "Of having one's cake, and not being permitted to eat it?" "I'm sure John will remind you of that, the next time he strays," Jo told her. "Well, right now," George said, trying to suppress any vocal evidence of her mounting pleasure. "He can ask for absolutely anything and he'll almost certainly get it." "Tell me what he's doing to you?" Jo asked, thinking that this couldn't possibly be her who was saying such a thing. Opening her mouth to reply, George only just managed to prevent herself from saying Jo's name in time. "I don't believe you just said that," She said in awe. "I am not, having phone sex with you at this time of the morning," She insisted, her gasps of pleasure becoming almost impossible to hide. "Besides, I'm sure you can work it out for yourself." "You going shy on me, George?" Jo persisted, the light of half laughter, half arousal dancing in her eyes. "Yes," George said unequivocally. "Now, before I disgrace myself entirely, I'm going, and I shall talk to you, after I've opened your particularly sin-inspiring present." "Aha," Jo said mockingly. "Would this be another case of your having to turn the oven down?" George broke into a peal of laughter that rapidly turned into a cry of ecstasy, as John began very gently nibbling on her clitoris. "I really do have to go now," She said, knowing that there would be absolutely nothing left of her self-respect after this. Not giving Jo a chance to argue, George switched the phone off and put it back on the bedside table. Touching John's shoulder, she encouraged him back up to lie beside her, even though she hadn't yet reached her peak. "Hey," He said, kissing her. "I was enjoying that." "What, the thing you were doing to me, or the fact that we had an audience?" "Both," He said between kisses. "I always knew you had a taste for exhibitionism," George said knowingly, running a hand caressingly along his arousal that was clearly ready for her. Pushing him onto his back, she sank down onto him, making him groan at the feel of her boiling heat enclosing him. "So, you want to be in control this morning, do you?" He teased, his voice creeping over her like honey. "I can't hear you complaining," She said, her internal muscles gripping him and making him pull her down to lie on his chest. "Nothing to complain about," He said, arching his back up into her with every thrust. "It turned you on to hear me talking to someone else like that, didn't it." "And is that a bad thing?" "No, not in the slightest. But then I've always known you were bad at heart," She said, giving him a particularly vigorous squeeze. "And I thought you liked bad once in a while," He said, having known for years that doing something that perhaps she shouldn't, had always been the way to get George going. "You know I do," She replied, sitting up, and leading one of his hands to her clit. As their mutual orgasm approached, George found herself wondering what it would be like to have Jo there with them, to perhaps have Jo touching her as John was now. She longed to tell him of her fantasy, but until Jo was ready for it, she must keep it to herself.
When Jo put the phone down and as she drove to work, she couldn't believe she'd actually said some of those things. This wasn't her, this wasn't the slightly straight-laced Jo Mills she knew. This was the Jo that had developed an attraction, a liking, a lust-driven infatuation for another woman. This was the Jo who wanted to actually go to bed with another woman, to have another woman's hands on her, doing the things that John often did. She had been able to tell that George was aroused, because she hadn't hidden her gasps of pleasure as well as she'd thought she had. But when Jo had made her laugh, and that laugh had turned into the most erotic sound Jo had ever heard, Jo had been sorely tempted to call in sick, and take George up on her promise.
Whilst John was in the shower, George opened her present from him and from Karen, but she waited until he'd left for court before contemplating Jo's. From the feel of it, she decided that it was clothing of some sort. Deciding that she would open it when she could try it on, she had a long, hot shower, unable to take her thoughts away from Jo, and what she'd been tempted to do with her on the phone this morning. Jesus, she hadn't had phone sex since she was married to John, yet Jo had all but tried to persuade her to do it this morning. When she got out of the shower, all soft and supple, she perched on the edge of the unmade bed, and unwrapped the parcel. As she gradually pulled the duck-egg blue robe from the paper, she groaned in wonder. The gloriously silky material spilled over her hands, and as she stood in front of the full-length mirror to put it on, it drifted over her body, settling just above her knees. It caressed her skin as though a thousand delicate fingers were tantalising her senses, making her nipples harden and poke at the front of the robe. Going downstairs, George reclined in a corner of the sofa, and picked up the phone.
"That certainly is one utterly, incredible birthday present. Thank you, darling," She said seductively, when she got through to Jo. "You like it then?" Jo said with a smile, having been a little apprehensive as to George's reaction. "Oh, don't I just. In fact, I'm wearing it right now, and even though I do say so myself, it looks fantastic." "And how do you expect me to work for the rest of the day, thinking of you wearing it?" "With an enormous amount of willpower, undoubtedly." "Oh, you're so understanding," Jo said drolly. "George," She added slowly. "I'm sorry, about earlier." "What on earth for?" George asked, utterly mystified. "I shouldn't have embarrassed you like I did." "Jo," George told her breaking into a broad smile. "Do you have any idea just how much of a turn on it was? And not just for me, I might add, though John didn't actually know it was you. I do know that if he had, he would have enjoyed it even more." "I don't know what came over me," Jo said, the blush evident in her voice. "I do," George said kindly. "The thought of you being with me and John together, aroused you just as much as it did me." "I might like the idea, George," Jo said seriously. "But I think it'll be quite a long time before I can contemplate actually doing it." "You're not the only one," George said ruefully, thinking that even though she may be a confident lover with both men and women, putting the two levels of experience together, would be extremely odd, but utterly mind blowing to say the least.