Abby and the CEO Ch. 07

I put my other hand over the one she had on mine. "I don't feel that way, ma'am."

She smiled, her entire countenance relaxing. "So... I don't suppose I can get you to call me Sam or Samantha like everyone else?"

I shook my head. "No, ma'am. No matter what else he and I do together he is still the boss. No matter what else we do together you are still his wife. I don't want to slip in front of others." She watched me and seemed to be waiting for something. I thought I knew what it was. I pulled my hands back and discretely unfastened two more buttons of my blouse. I then said, "Excuse me, ma'am." I pushed my chair back and walked toward the restrooms with my purse. Thankfully, I had brought one large enough.

As I stepped from the small hallway to the restroom and into sight of her, I felt my breasts sway and jiggle with each step in the heels. She put up and a hand and I stopped. She touched her chest. I took in a breath and undid another button... than another before she nodded. My blouse was undone below my sagging nipple line. She pointed toward a group of business-looking men wearing suits at a far table. I walked out of my way toward them. I believed she intended for me to merely walk past them to see their reaction. I decided to give her more to watch. I walked to the far side of their table so she could see everything I did then leaned over the edge of their table to lower my head closer to them and lowered my voice. I asked them if they happened to have attended the charity event upstairs. They replied they hadn't.

"God, you wicked woman!" She exclaimed it but in a lowered voice as I joined her at our table. "When you leaned over their table, I thought your boobs were going to fall right out."

"I'm the wicked woman? You're the one wanting me to do this." I winked at her and we both laughed.

She gulped the rest of her drink and signaled for the bill. "There's something else I want you to do." I was going to follow her home.

I parked outside her side of the garage and followed her into the house from there. She led me straight to the master bedroom where our clothes seemed to fly off our bodies as if we had stepped into a stripping vortex. We pulled back the cover and I had her position herself in the center of the bed. I crawled up between her partially spread legs but spread them much further as I approached her. I leaned over her, my breasts grazing over her body until I could kiss her fully on the lips, our breasts pressed together. I kissed her hungrily until she began moaning and pressing her body up into mine. Then, I began kissing down her body, her neck, shoulders, chest, breasts, and nipples. I focused on her each nipple for some time, licking and sucking them before lightly taking them between my teeth to chew and pull. At the next increase in response from her, I continued my journey down her body over her stomach and abdomen. I splayed her legs widely but avoided her clit and pussy for the moment, instead kissing and licking along the outside of her most sensitive parts.

I bent her legs and pressed them up to expose her anus. I probed it with my tongue, just a touch, and heard her gasp as I touch it before her pussy. When I released her thighs her knees remained bent and splayed to the sides opening herself to me perfectly. I stuck my tongue out flat and licked from the bottom of her pussy to the top in long, slow licks with only slight pressure as it moved over her lips and the clitoral hood.

I listened to her reactions, the gasps, moans, and mutterings. If the sounds diminished I changed, if they remained and increased, I continued. I wasn't in a hurry. I wanted her to orgasm. She wanted to orgasm. Sometimes, though, a long, steady journey is a deliciously tormenting experience when there is time for it. It was late afternoon and there was no rush.

Her pussy was drooling as I lapped at it and she raised her hips up to meet me as if seeking more contact. Time to change. I formed a small 'O' with my lips and encircled her clit. I sucked the clit and hood into my mouth and used my tongue tip on the hooded clit. I wanted to produce sensation and let the stimulation, arousal build before directly attacking the sensitive clitoral nub. When I was ready, when I could feel she was very ready, I used a finger to pull at the skin to expose the nub from under the hood while still inside my lips. My tongue flicked over it and I sucked, again. I heard her moans and gasps increase, broken mutterings flow from her lips. I moved my tongue around the nub, then licked it like a small penis. I could feel it become engorged inside my lips and I continued alternatively sucking. Finally, I let my teeth contact it... softly, teasing... she gasped and her hips rose up off the bed.

This wasn't our first time. I knew some of the things she liked, what her body responded to but bringing someone pleasure was adding something knew to what consistently brings pleasure.

While still sucking on her clitoris, I slipped a finger into her pussy. She sighed and I slipped a second finger in almost immediately. This was a woman married to a man with a wide 11" cock. Of course she enjoyed her pussy being penetrated. I avoided the temptation of too much stimulation on her clit too soon, so I continued soft licks combined with sucking as a third finger joined the others sliding in and out of her very wet pussy. As her body began thrashing against the stimulation, I used the thumb of my other hand to massage her clit as my lips and tongue moved from pussy to clit, back and forth as my fingers continued moving inside her pussy.

She is a very vocal woman and that brings pleasure to me. I could sense by her body and her sounds that she was rising to an orgasm. With my thumb on her clitoris, I moved my fingers inside her in search of her g-spot, that area inside her pussy that surrounds the urethral area. I curled two fingers inside her up towards the belly button and behind the pubic bone. Using a 'come here' motion with the fingers, I stroked over the area and she went rigid, her hips struggling to rise. I used the weight of my arm with the hand stimulating her clit to hold her somewhat in place. I continued the three-prong attack to finish her. The g-spot stimulation is direct access to the root of the clitoris, the portion of the clit inside her. As she climaxes under my mouth, around my fingers, and under my thumb, I slow all the motions but continue just enough to prolong the orgasm through several peaks. The g-spot/clit stimulation is too much for a few women in the office but perfect for Mary, Sara, Ms. Benson, and, very definitely, Mrs. C.

"So, here you are. I would ask how the speech went but it seems immaterial at the moment." Mr. C's voice. After her orgasm, we cuddled, caressed, and talked. Eventually, though, she wanted to return the favor to me. She was an eager student to learn more about girl-girl sexual pleasuring. Insisted on a 69, though. Since I was on the bottom, my ability to see or coherently speak was very limited.

I felt Mrs. C's lips leave my pussy, though her fingers remained inside me. "Joseph... is it that time, already?"

I heard his laugh. "Clearly. I was planning on going out to eat as a celebration, but... will you be long? Maybe I should order somethng in, instead."

Mrs. C raised her hips and her body and looked down between us. "Will we be long, Abby?"

I chuckled, "Remember the g-spot... you'll have me there soon enough."

Mr. C chuckled in return, "No hurry, you two. I'll order something in a bit." Then, "Don't bother dressing for dinner..." We both giggled before our giggles were muffled by pussy.

We went down the stairs holding hands, a warm glow still enveloping our bodies from mutual orgasms. Our heels clicked on the marble tiles of the foyer. They were all we decided to wear... in keeping with Mr. C's suggestion. We didn't even bother to wipe our face of cum juice. Something extra for him when we kissed him. Just then the doorbell rang and Mr. C appeared from the dining room. He pointed at me. What? I was naked. I looked to Mrs. C for help but she had slid alongside him, a mischievous smile like his on her face. They were off to the side and would be hidden by the direction the door would open. He stepped forward and handed me three bills, two twenties and a ten. I looked at them and sighed as the doorbell rang, again.

A thought came to me as I stepped to the door and I wondered briefly how these teases came to my mind so readily. I opened the door wide enough to be exposed, gasped and jumped behind it while exclaiming, "OH NO! Sorry... I... I was expecting someone else... you came sooner than I thought." It was a young man wearing a ball cap with 'Great Wall' embroidered on it. Chinese food, apparently. He stammered a description of the order and the name. I nodded at hearing 'Cornell'. I partially stepped around the door so half my body was again expose and tried for a smile that appeared nervous or embarrassed rather than the tease I actually felt. I glanced and found his eyes fixed on the one breast exposed around the side of the door. I handed him the bills but purposely let one slip out of my hand. It fluttered to the floor away from the edge of the door forcing me fully to expose myself. All planned to tease, of course. As I bent over to retrieve the bill, I glimpsed how my breasts hung and swayed, knowing he was fixed on the same view. I stood fully exposed to him as I again handed him the money and took the two bags of food from him. He stepped backward still looking at me and stumbled on the first step, thankfully not falling. I closed the door with my hip and smiled at Mr. and Mrs. C.

"Well, that should ensure eager deliveries from that restaurant." They both laughed.

Dinner was spent with description of Mrs. C's speech and my glowing praise of her performance. Mr. C beamed throughout. My admiration of the man jumped to a new level. Two naked women sitting on either side of him and his full attention was on hearing about his wife's success. I watched the two of them interact, the looks their eyes sent to each other, the soft touches of fingers on hands. This was the kind of love that might be portrayed in 'Hallmark' movies. The kind of love after so many years most people couldn't consider real. And... somehow... I was welcomed into it.

We left a mess on the dining room table: emptied styrofoam containers and wine bottles. We took him upstairs and ravaged his body for hours bringing him to two climaxes. Mrs. C enjoys watching me take his cock up the ass but I also really enjoy it as she attends to my breasts and pussy. The second time was properly in her pussy after the two of us teased his marvelous cock back to hardness. A work day night. The first such night I spent with them.