ABBY & THE CEO 10: GIVEN MORE

ABBEY & THE CEO

CHAPTER 10: GIVEN MORE

“OH FUCK! Oooooooooo … OH GOD … OHHHHHH FUUUCCKKKK”

I was deep inside her flexing thighs. Mrs. C had begun orgasming minutes ago but I kept at her. Her hands and arms were flying, smacking the bed, her head was turning side to side, her hip rose and dropped, her legs flexed at the knees and dropped back straight, and her thighs were flexing together and apart. All the while she cried out with words and sounds.

I was stretched out on my stomach inside her legs. I had two fingers in her drooling pussy, not fucking her with them as much as concentrating a strong, aggressive action on her g-spot. My mouth was covering her clit, the thumb of my other hand pulling back the hood to expose the throbbing, engorged pleasure nub which was currently firmly between my front teeth while the tip of my tongue flicked at it furiously.

She’s been orgasming in a steady sequence of rising peaks since the first one crashed over her. I’d never tried doing this before. For one thing, the office isn’t conducive to spending this kind of time. Mary, sweet Mary, might permanently lose her mind with that very sensitive clit of hers. But, Mrs. C, I’d come to realize how much she enjoyed the dual stimulation of g-spot and clitoris.

Her hand landed on my head. They had been flailing about or mauling her own breasts but occasionally came to rest on my head. So far, she hadn’t exerted any effort to push me away from convulsing body … but I was waiting for it.

Her thighs closed around my head and her hips rocked side to side as the shouts and cries continued between gasping and panting. Then, I felt it … she pushed at my head as her knees pulled up and her rocking increased. I pulled my fingers and mouth away. She immediately curled into a fetal position on her left side while her body continued shaking, shivering, and convulsing. I crawled up behind her and spooned into her, pulling her in against me with an arm around her shivering body. I kissed her upper back, shoulders, and neck while lightly stroking her her arm, side, and hip.

“God, Abby … I thought I might go crazy …” It had taken her a couple minutes to calm enough to get those few words out. She pressed back into me and raised her arm to allow my hand to slip underneath and cup one of her breasts. I simply cuddled her, my hand on her breast simply holding her, not fondling or stimulating. I waited with occasional kisses to her shoulder and neck.

Eventually, minutes later, she relaxed her legs and rolled over to face me, our faces inches apart. For a moment, she gazed into my eyes, then pursed her lips and I moved slightly to give them a kiss. She smiled and sighed contentedly.

“Thank you.” I shrug. “No … not that … though … wow! No, I mean thanks for coming into our lives. Joe and I have talked about it. What you’ve done for Joe is startling and that has been wonderful for me. It feels like I have my man back.” I start to deflect, but she interrupts. “Later.” She spun around and bounced out of bed. “I’m hungry … aren’t you hungry? Orgasms like that make me hungry. Does that happen to you? Isn’t that funny?” I just watched with a bemused smile. “We’re staying in, staying naked.” She looked at me and clapped her hands. “Come on, girl! Up and at ‘em. I want to see those boobs bouncing!” I chuckled and rolled to her side of the bed and bounced out of bed, too. She smiled as she watched my breasts.

“I’m home … where are you two?”

It was hours later and we were sitting on chaise lounge chairs sunning naked on the back patio. The back yard wasn’t really private but we decided it was private enough if we stayed where we were. We were also sipping wine.

“In back, Joe. You’re late.”

He started apologizing as he approached the French doors, but stopped. “Whoa … the most beautiful site possible to come home to …”

Mrs. C smiled at me and giggled. I love her giggle. “Nice recovery, Joe.” He came around in front of us and made no false pretense of not inspecting the naked flesh in front of him. My ankles were crossed and remained that way but Mrs. C dropped her feet off the side of her chair and stroked her shaved pussy. “She ravaged me, Joe. Most of the time you were gone … ravaged me. Three orgasms, I think. Who can count under those circumstances.” She reached across the narrow separation between our chairs and rolled one of my nipples. “Can I keep her, Joe? Locked in the bedroom with me? Can I, huh, can I?”

Mr. C smiled at his wife and winked at me. “Once again, dear, no. I need her at the office, too.”

She crossed her arms under her breasts and pulled up as if upset but kept her legs open. “Oh, pooh.” Her face reflected how much trouble she was having keeping from smiling. “You just want her mouth, pussy, and ass near that cock of yours.”

He stepped between our chairs and sat on the edge of hers, putting a hand on each of our bare thighs. He winked at me. These two were so playful. I loved being included. “Of course I do, dear. Just like you want her near your pussy.” Mrs. C couldn’t hold it back any longer and laughed as he slipped his fingers up to our pussies. I open my legs eagerly, of course. “Speaking of which …” I thought, speaking of which? “Have you talked to her?” Talked to me about what?

Mrs. C glanced at me before responding, “No, of course not, we agreed to do that together.”

“What’s going on you two?” He told me to be patient and assured me it was good. We had reservations for dinner.

I had just showered and drying my hair in the foggy bathroom of the guest suite when I heard a knock at the door which was partially open. I’m usually naked around them, anyway.