Amelia would repeat this routine with John over the coming weeks, flipping John over as soon as She returned from class and using him as a masturbation tool before dinner.
In time John became somewhat of an expert in pleasing Amelia, coming to know the space between her legs even better than he knew himself. After supper, John's would help Amelia with her work.
It wasn't long before he began to take pride in his new role.
One morning, John was browsing the web while Amelia was away in Class, when Miranda came in to pick up the laundry. By this point, John's new position had become so normalized that she rarely acknowledged him as she carried out her tasks.
"John?" She addressed the piece of furniture, "I was wondering if I could get your opinion on something."
"Hm?" John paused the video he was watching.
Miranda grabbed John by the shoulder and spun him around.
"I can't imagine you'd know about this, but lately I've been struggling to get hubby to spend time with me in bed" She explained. "You know what I mean right?" Her cheeks turned pink as she spoke.
"I was wondering if you could give me your opinion on something."
Miranda reached tentatively for the waistband of her pants. Grabbing hold of both her pants and panties, she lowered them carefully to the ground.
John gawked at her exposed crotch as it peeked out from the bottom of her shirt. He could see her labia which dangled loosely out from between her lips, and her pubic mound was unshaven, covered with black hair that matched what was on her head.
Miranda pulled her shirt up slightly.
"I thought that maybe if I did a little grooming down there, he might find me more attractive."
She sat on the edge of Amelia's bed and lounged back, spreading her legs as she did. Reaching down with one hand, she spread her labia, exposing more of her vulva as she did.
"I can't decide whether to shave it clean, or to get a Brazilian." she explained. "What do you think?"
John's mind drew a blank. Unsure what to say, he went with the last thing he heard. "Uuuuh, Brazilian?"
"You think so? Thanks!"
Miranda retracted her hand from her crotch, allowing her lips to return to their resting position.
"But why ask me?" Added John.
"Well, I couldn't well ask a member of the family." responded Miranda. "And as someone with a penis, I thought you might have some skin in the game so to speak."
John suddenly became aware that he was completely naked, his limp penis sitting conspicuously on his lap.
"Thanks again for the advice!"
Miranda stood up, pulled her pants back on, and spun John back around before leaving the room.
