Part 1

I was at my ropes end as I entered the phone booth. I'd lost my job and was about to lose my apartment. The sixteen dollars and change in the bottom of my purse was not going to help. I'd been forced to close both my savings and checking accounts. I'd called every available job listed in the paper and had gone on every interview I could schedule. When I'd first seen this ad in the paper, I thought it was a joke but the more I thought about it, the more I realized this could solve my immediate problems.

The ad was under 'Alternative Lifestyles' in the personal section. "Couple seeks live-in housekeeper/companion for enhanced relationship. For interview call... ". My heart was racing as I waited for someone to answer the phone. What was I getting myself into?

A cheery voice came on the line. "Dr. Stein's office. How may I help you?"

A doctor? "Ah... Yes, I'm calling about the ad in the paper," I answered tentatively.

"OK... well first I'll need to explain the screening process and then we'll make you an appointment if you're still interested. " She immediately began her spiel. "The doctor is screening applicants for this position as a service for two of his patients. If you're interested in applying we'll need you to come down and fill out an application. If you meet certain qualifications," she hesitated briefly, "we'll immediately schedule you for a complete physical. If all the physical requirements are met, the doctor will schedule you for a supervised interview with his patients. It's all quite simple and protects everyone involved."

"Oh... I see. " It sounded like a rather lengthy process and I was running out of time. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before responding. I had no foreseeable alternatives. "Then I guess I need to come to your office and fill out an application," I replied.

"All righty then. " She took my name and gave me the address. She advised me I was welcome to stop by anytime during their regular office hours. I told her I'd be over shortly. "Well then... we'll see you when you get here. Thanks for calling."

I went back to my table and ordered another coffee. What had I done? A couple who wanted a live-in housekeeper to 'enhance' their relationship? This felt more like some kind of elaborate prostitution scam but I was running out of options.

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I entered the doctor's office and was surprised to find it looked quite typical. There were a few people sitting in the waiting room and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I walked to the receptionist and told her I had called earlier about filling out an application. She immediately knew who I was and pulled a folder with my name on it. She asked me to return it to her when I was through. "Take your time," she smiled. "You're not being timed or anything. Just answer the questions honestly and you'll be fine."

When I opened the folder and began flipping through the papers, I was glad I'd chosen to sit where I could have some privacy. There were several sheets and some of the questions were extremely personal. I quickly flipped back to the first sheet and began filling it out before I lost my nerve. It was merely a routine medical questionnaire and only took a few minutes. The paperwork became increasingly intrusive, asking for details about my sexual experiences and preferences. I didn't know what kinds of answers would get me the job so I just answered them honestly. Yes, I had performed oral sex on men. How many times, I wasn't sure so I put 5 with a '?'. On women.. No, 0 times. Do you perform self-stimulation to climax? Yes. How often? 3/wk '?'. No, I'd never had a same sex relationship. No, I'd never had sex with multiple partners simultaneously. No, I'd never had anal sex. I suddenly realized that I wouldn't exactly be considered an 'experienced' applicant.

There was a questionnaire asking about my work experience. Unfortunately my schooling and work background were far from the 'housekeeping' field so once again I was forced to admit 'no experience'. I resolved to do better on the 'sexual fantasy' portion of the application. Although I may have led a sheltered sex life... I have a vivid imagination. I fantasize about having sex with everybody I meet. I love the idea of bondage and being forced to perform indecent acts. I've imagined myself being fucked by a huge dog while his owner stands back and watches. I can make myself cum just by thinking about a forked tongue flicking over my clit while a snake writhes it's way inside me. I've fantasized about my father stuffing his cock up my ass while my mother licks my cunt. There's no end to my fantasized sex life and I was becoming aroused just filling out the questionnaire.

I looked around the room and then double checked to make sure I'd filled everything out before returning to the receptionist's desk. One of the patients had called her Nancy. Nancy smiled and told me to have a seat and someone would be right with me. I tried to read a magazine but could not concentrate on the words. I kept thinking about the phrase 'enhanced relationship' and what it could mean.

Time seemed to stand still as people came and went but finally Nancy escorted the last patient into an examination room. She smiled and told me the doctor would be right out. An eternity later a distinguished looking man in a white coat escorted the elderly woman back out to the front desk. He talked to Nancy for a minute and then turned to me with a smile. "Miss. Weston?" he asked. I got up and silently followed him into a luxurious office decorated in dark wood and leather. He motioned for me to have a seat before sitting down himself.

"Miss. Weston, let's start by discussing the full requirements of the position you are applying for. " I nodded. "The clients that I'm interviewing you for are in their fifties and have recently determined a deficit exists in their physical relationship. While the desire is certainly still there, they are bored with their traditional roles. Apparently they have friends who engaged a third party to enhance their sexual activities and they're interested in a similar relationship. They are not interested in a short term solution and they have no desire to parade strangers through their home. " He paused and I nodded that I understood.

"A few years ago, my wife and I felt the same way. We formed a support group for couples in the community who wanted to add an additional sex partner into their existing relationship. The group has been well received and the Meyer's were referred to us. " I didn't know how to respond so I simply waited for the doctor to continue.

"You're thinking 'Ah ha... a threesome'. Let me assure you that this is not the case. A threesome involves bringing in a third party for the sole purpose of having sex. My wife and I, the Meyer's and others in our group are interested in bringing in a third person for a RELATIONSHIP!" He drew the last word out for emphasis. "Is sex part of that relationship? Most definitely. Is it the basis for the relationship? Perhaps. But the intent is to bring the third person into our families and to make them a part of our lives. They live with us, eat with us, and of course, sleep with us. Each relationship evolves on a personal level that only the three parties involved can determine. Do you understand the difference between a threesome and an enhanced living arrangement as I've described them so far?"

"Yes, I believe so," I answered.

"Good. OK... let's talk about you for a minute. I'm impressed by your honesty in answering some of these difficult questions. I'm sure you were afraid that your lack of experience might be detrimental in this kind of position. " I smiled and nodded.

"Let me assure you that this is not the case in this particular situation. The Meyer's are a quiet couple. Mr. Meyer's is not used to, nor is he looking for, an aggressive woman. This couple has been married for over 30 years and they are well off. Neither of them has ever had any sexual encounters outside of the marriage. If their only interest were to have a hot tryst with a horny slut they could easily finance such an activity. Mr. Meyer's simply has some fantasies that Mrs. Meyer's has not been able to fulfill and vice versa. They feel the right person could bridge that gap for them. Which brings me to the next portion of this interview. In the past I've brought potential candidates out to their house for a personal interview with them. This has not been successful and they are not comfortable meeting strangers at their home. They asked that I video tape a portion of this interview and ask you some specific questions. This will allow them an opportunity to view! the tape and determine if a personal meeting is actually in order. Do you have any problems with that?"

I hesitated, "Ah... no. I guess that would be OK. I lowered my eyes and asked if I'd need to remove my clothes or perform any sexual acts on tape.

"Oh no!" he rushed to reassure me. "This is merely a question and answer type interview. " I smiled and he stood to turn on a camera located on the wall behind his desk. It was aimed directly at my chair. He then turned on a monitor located near the side wall. It was facing his desk but at such an angle that I could see myself on the screen. He adjusted the camera slightly and then returned to his seat.

"OK Miss. Weston. Let's start by giving the Meyers some history. You are single?"

"Yes."

"You are 32 years old?"

"Yes."

"No children?"

"No."

"Why did you answer the ad for this position?" he asked.

"Well, to be honest, it's because I lost my job several months ago and I'm about to be evicted from my apartment. This position would solve both my employment and housing problems," I confessed.

The doctor laughed. "Well, that's an honest answer. Had you ever considered entering into a multi-partner relationship... before your eviction notice that is?"

"No. I'm afraid not," I answered.

"It's OK Miss. Weston," he smiled. "There really are no right or wrong answers for this interview. Just be honest. I want you to think for a moment. What do you think is the most... interesting or unusual sexual experience you've ever had?"

"Ah... ," my mind went blank. I didn't know what to say. Finally I just answered honestly as he'd instructed. "I don't remember any one experience being overly 'interesting'. I enjoy sex but I think my experiences have been fairly run of the mill. " I hesitated but the doctor was waiting for me to continue. "I've had orgasms before. I've even had a couple of multiple orgasms. I've done it in various positions but nothing that I think would be classified as 'unusual'. I'm afraid I'm rather shy in that area."

"Would you consider yourself... unimaginative?" he asked.

"Oh no!" I corrected. "I have a very good imagination. I think I have a problem expressing my wants and desires in an intimate relationship. I'll do things if someone else suggests them but I'm afraid to initiate stuff like that."

"Stuff like what Miss. Weston?"

"Well... I remember that one of the guys I was dating had a big dog. It would lay at the end of the bed and watch us when we were having sex. I wanted the dog to lick me," I blushed and lowered my voice. "But I was afraid to ask for that. I was afraid he'd think I was sick or something."

The doctor smiled. "Did you think about the dog licking you a lot?"

"Oh Yes! In fact, when my boyfriend was licking me I'd close my eyes and pretend it was the dog. I liked it when my boyfriend licked me but I really wanted to see the dog doing it. I wanted my boyfriend to watch me while the dog was doing it. When my boyfriend left the room I'd slide down on the bed with my legs spread. I'd lift myself up and put my wet cunt... ," I stopped when I realized what I was saying. "But the dog didn't understand what I wanted him to do," I continued in a subdued tone.

The doctor jotted down some notes and then looked back up with a smile. "Well Miss. Weston. I think that's a very interesting story. You see, you've had more interesting experiences than you thought. He hesitated while he flipped through my file. "You state in your history that you've never had anal sex. Is that a conscious choice or did you just not have the opportunity?"

"No. I tried a few times but it hurt too much. I just couldn't," I whispered with embarrassment.

"That's not unusual. Despite the fantasy stories you may have read in magazines, most people don't just stand still while someone sticks a six inch rod up their ass," he chuckled. "The natural tendency is to tighten those muscles to prevent entry. In most cases it takes some training to relax enough to allow penetration. If you were to enter into a relationship where this kind of intercourse were desired, would you be opposed to trying again based solely on your past experience?"

"I don't know," I answered softly. "I just remember it hurt a lot."

"If you're interested, there are medications that I can prescribe to help you relax. I can also offer some suggestions for graduated steps to take to achieve full penetration. For example, the first step would be to lubricate the anus and have you or your partner partially insert a finger. Next I might suggest that the finger be inserted deeper and perhaps a gentle probing of the anal cavity would even be possible at this stage. There are also various tools available on the market to assist. It certainly need not be the 'all or nothing' experience which it sounds like you've had in the past."

"I guess that under those circumstances I might try again," I blushed.

"I hope you will. We'll check during your exam to make sure there are no physical problems which would prevent this activity, but I suspect you just have not been properly prepared in the past. If done properly, anal intercourse should be as satisfying, if not more so, than vaginal penetration. " he counseled.

"Let's get back to the interview," he smiled. "You've never been with a woman... sexually?".

"Ah... no, but I've often thought that it would be interesting to try it... with the right woman of course."

The doctor smiled. "What would you like to do?"

"With another woman? I don't know... I guess I'd like to have her perform oral sex on me. I've heard that women are really good at that because they understand where all the sensitive areas are and how to touch them the right way."

"Hmmm," the doctor pondered. "And how do you think you'd feel about performing those same acts on her?"

I hesitated before answering. "I guess I hadn't really thought about that. I think that if a woman made me feel really, really good... I'd probably want to make her feel good too. That's how I feel when I perform oral sex on men."

"Well Miss. Weston," he smiled. "I'm very impressed with your answers so far. I think that you have a very healthy and open attitude about sex even though you lack actual experience. What about relationships? If you were to enter into a relationship with a man and a woman... what would you want to get out of it? How would you expect to be treated? Take a few moments to think about it and then describe your expectations."

This was the toughest question so far. I'd been busy thinking about getting a roof over my head and having three meals a day. I hadn't really considered what this kind of relationship would be like for me. I sat quietly for a few moments and then answered very softly. "I think I want the same things that anybody would want from a relationship Dr. Stein. I'd want to be cherished and treated with respect. To be appreciated for my mind as well as my body. I'd want to be included in decisions that would directly affect me. I want my needs to be as important to my partner... or partners," I corrected, "as their own. I want to be able to share my feelings and feel secure that I'm being taken seriously. I don't think I want or expect anything different than anybody else who's contemplating entering into a relationship."

The doctor looked deeply into my eyes but did not speak for several moments. Finally he whispered, "Thank you Miss. Weston. " He reached up and turned off the video camera. When he turned around he was smiling. "I think this has been a very successful interview and I have no doubt that my clients will want to meet with you immediately. " He studied his watch for a few seconds and frowned.

"Normally I would schedule you for a physical exam but in the interest of time, I suggest you go home and pack an overnight bag. I will drive out to the Meyers' home and show them this tape right now. Where can I reach you later tonight?" he asked.

"They shut my phone off last week," I confessed. "Can I call you back?"

"I have a better idea," he insisted. "Pack your bag and come back here. There's a restaurant just down the street. " He pulled three twenty dollar bills out of his wallet. "Have some dinner on me and I'll stop by there after my meeting with the Meyers. I've been working with them for a while and I'm very optimistic about this interview. I think there's a good chance they'll want to meet you tonight."

He walked me to the door and I thanked him for his generosity. "Nonsense. You're doing me a favor by coming back and saving me a trip into town later tonight," he smiled.

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I had finished my dinner and was working on a third cup of coffee when the doctor entered the restaurant. He smiled when he saw me and hurried to my table. "Mr. and Mrs. Meyers loved your tape. Mrs. Meyers cried at the end and told her husband that she needed to meet you right away. 'This is the girl we've been looking for, ' she told him. They want me to bring you right back. Didn't I tell you?" he laughed.

I took a long sip of coffee and then quietly confessed that I was frightened. "What if I do or say the wrong thing?" I asked.

"The hard part is over Miss. Weston... Julia," he smiled. "The rest is physical and will just happen naturally. They may not even attempt to initiate anything sexual tonight. These are good people. They want the same things that you want. Just give them a chance to prove it. " He covered my hand with his and squeezed it gently. I nodded and reached for my things.

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"Mr. and Mrs. Meyers, this is Julia Weston. Miss. Weston, meet Dave and Alice Meyers. " I shook Mr. Meyers hand but his wife hugged me gently and kissed my cheek. "It's so nice to meet you. Welcome to our home Julia. " She took my hand and insisted on taking me for a tour of the house. "Dave, offer Dr. Stein something to drink and then put Julia's things in the guest room please."

I heard the men laugh as we left the room. The house was beautiful. Expensive looking furniture and plush carpeting everywhere. When we got to the master bedroom, Alice seemed nervous. I asked her how long they'd lived in the house and she relaxed as she started reciting dates... when the house was built, when they'd moved in. I cautiously sat on the edge of the bed next to her. She looked down at the floor and didn't say anything. "I'm scared," I whispered.

She reached up and gently stoked my cheek. "Oh no, no, no sweetheart," she whispered. "We won't do anything to hurt you. We would never do anything to hurt you. " She leaned over and rested her lips against my cheek. I slowly turned my head until our lips were touching. She gasped but did not pull away. The doctor was right. This wasn't so hard. I did not feel forced to kiss her. Maybe this wasn't even a kiss. It just felt right to be sitting close with our lips touching.

"Alice! Julia!" We both jumped. "What can I get you girls to drink?" Dave called up the stairs. Alice smiled and stroked my cheek. "I think I'll have a glass of wine," she said. "How about you?" I nodded in agreement and she walked to the top of the stairs. "Two glasses of wine Dave... and we'll be right down."

She smiled and pointed to a door off the bedroom. "I think you'll like this," she said. She flipped on the light and illuminated a huge garden tub surrounded by tiny, unlit candles. The tub appeared to be half enclosed in glass but on closer inspection I realized it was a wall of windows. "This overlooks a lovely pond. During the day the view is incredible. At night the candles make it seem like you're suspended in space. You can use this room anytime you like," she offered.

The suggestion floated in the room with just a hint of invitation. I wondered if I'd feel comfortable enough to ask to use it later tonight. I imagined myself floating in space, with my most intimate places exposed to Alice and her husband. Would they remain so poised and calm? Would Alice be satisfied to simply stroke my cheek while my naked breasts bobbed in the water? Would her husband be content to merely sip his drink while the warm water lapped at my pink pussy? Suddenly I realized that Alice was leaving the room. I silently followed her down the stairs.

The doctor was obviously preparing to leave as we came into the kitchen. He and Dave had finished their drinks and were shaking hands. The doctor handed me his card and told me to call if I needed anything. He kissed my cheek and whispered for me to relax and have fun.

Alice hugged the doctor goodbye. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," I heard her whisper. He reminded her that I still needed to come back to the office for a physical in the next day or two. She promised to call and make the appointment. She also promised to call his wife and Jenny to make arrangements for dinner together. "Just as soon as Julia is feeling settled," she assured.

Dave handed me a glass of wine as Dr. Stein pulled out of the driveway. His eyes met mine and then dropped to my cleavage as he put his own glass to his lips. Suddenly I felt very alone. No matter how nice these people were, the fact remained, they had contracted with the doctor to find someone to have sex with them... and that someone was me.

We went into the living room and I studied the seating. Finally I chose to sit on the couch between the Meyers. This was difficult enough without my putting physical distance between us. We made small talk and sipped our drinks.

"Have you met Dr. Stein's wife, Joan and their Jenny?" Alice asked me.

"No I haven't," I answered.

"You're going to love them," she insisted. "Joan is just the sweetest woman on the face of this earth and Jenny is a beauty. She's about seven months pregnant and she's one of those young women that just glows during pregnancy."

"How old is she?" I asked, thinking Jenny and I were probably in the same boat.

"Oh... I don't know. What would you guess dear?" she asked Dave. "Eighteen? Nineteen?"

"I think she's seventeen," he prompted. "She was only sixteen when she joined them and they've been together for about a year. She's actually their second live-in. The first one isn't with them anymore."

"Seventeen?" I said incredulously. "What happened to the first one?" I asked.

"We're not sure. She just decided to leave one day," Alice answered. "Well... enough of that. Let's talk about something more pleasant, shall we?" she hurried on.

Dave refreshed our drinks and then informed me that they had a surprise for me. I sat with Alice while he went to get it. A few minutes later he returned with a large German Shepherd on a leash. I gasped as I realized the purpose of the dog. I swallowed hard before asking, "Is he yours?"

"No. I'm afraid not," Alice said. "We borrowed him from another couple just for tonight. We wanted to get you something that would make you feel special on your first night here," she blushed. "After seeing your tape we knew we could fulfill at least one of your dreams."

I didn't know what to say or do. How does one proceed in a situation like this? Miss. Manners never addressed cunt licking by dogs in front of strangers. Should I thank them, remove my clothes and call the dog to me? Should I wait for them to suggest a plan of action? Part of me was angry that they would initiate something like this on my first night here.. but another part of me was stirred to excitement. "Does the dog know what to do?" I asked timidly.

"Oh yes Dear," Alice assured me. "He's well trained."

"The couple we borrowed him from have been working with him for years," Dave proudly informed me. "He's very gentle and will do anything you want him to... with the right command."

I watched the dog as he looked at each of us, waiting for his orders. "Do you want me to take my clothes off now?" I asked, trying to control the tremor in my voice.

"Oh my god! No sweetheart!" Alice exclaimed. "That's not why we brought him here. We thought you could take him to your room if you like and have some private time with him. What you do is completely up to you. And we certainly didn't expect you to share something like that on your first night here," she gasped.

Dave handed me the leash and sat down on a nearby chair. "Unless you want to," he offered.

"David!" Alice admonished. "That's not our place to even suggest. " She turned to me and asked if I wanted them to put the dog back outside.

"What's his name?" I asked softly.

"Caeser," said Alice. "Would you like to learn some of the commands?"

"No. I don't think I'm ready for that," I confessed. "I'm very tired. I think I'd just like to change and get ready for bed."

"Of course darling," Alice soothed. "Do you want me to help you with your things?"

"No, I'd like some time to myself. " I hurried into the guest room and shut the door. I gasped at the intensity of the feelings that were coursing through me. Most of them converging and contracting between my legs. I was trying to remain calm but a trained dog was waiting for me in the living room. A man and woman were hoping to stand by and watch as the dog licked me to climax. I stripped off my clothes and looked at my naked body in a full length mirror attached to the back of the door. My nipples were hard with anticipation. I cupped a bare breast in each hand and then rolled the nipples gently between my fingers. I threw my head back and gasped at the intensity of the sensation. I went to my bag and pulled out the nightgown I'd selected especially for tonight. It was made of soft white cotton and fell just below my knees. I slid it over my head. The loose folds of fabric floated around my naked body like a wispy cloud. I always felt sexy in this nightgown! I looked in the mirror again. The darkness of my nipples showed through the gauzy fabric and drew the eye to the telltale buds like a magnet. I took a deep breath, opened the door and walked slowly back to the living room.

Dave and Alice were sitting close on the couch, talking quietly. I was relieved to see Caesar laying peacefully near their feet. They stopped talking and stared as I entered the room. I walked to the couch and asked if I could sit between them again. They moved apart and as I settled into place, I pulled the gown up slightly and spread my legs.