ABBY & THE CEO 5: SHARING

ABBY & THE CEO

CHAPTER 5: SHARING

I had just agreed to being Mr. Cornell’s Personal Assistant despite not having the courage to apply for it and followed that with bringing Mrs. Cornell to her first girl-girl orgasm.

Mr. Cornell rose from the couch where he had been holding his wife while she orgasmed on my mouth, tongue, and fingers. I stood with him, leaning over to give her a kiss on the lips before gathering up a couple of the glasses and joining him at the little bar in the living room.

“Thank you, Abby. She’s talked about that and never had the courage to pursue it.” He finished refreshing the drinks, then turned and put a hand on my shoulder. “Do you mind this? The sex thing is an office thing. Do you mind that Samantha wants to be involved?”

I smiled broadly and glanced over at her sprawled on the couch. She still looked a little dazed. “I don’t mind at all, sir. She loves you a tremendous amount, you know that right?” He nodded and his eyes softened looking at her across the room. “I get plenty of sex at the office, sir. Sara and Ms. Benson think too much but it’s not at my initiative, as I am sure you’ve been made aware. Sex there usually feels rushed. The only times it hasn’t has been with you … late at night … now here. This is different. And, I really like her.”

He beamed. We rejoined her on the couch and she straightened up, accepted the drink from me and gulped half of it. I turned her face to me and kissed her deeply. When I broke it, he turned her face to him and he did it, too. She looked from one to the other of us with a shy looking expression on her face. She finally turned to him.

“She definitely has to stay the night now. No way do I want to wait for her to come back again. In fact, I don’t suppose we could lock her up in one of the other bedrooms?”

He laughed and I smiled widely. “No, dear. I will need her at the office.”

She turned to me, used her free hand to cup one of my breasts, then said, “Thank you. Thank you for everything we’ve talked about. And …” her hand dropped to my lap. I uncross my legs and her hand pressed to the inside and up to my pussy. “And, thank you for want you just gave me.”

I put a hand behind her head and pulled her in for a much more passionate kiss. She gasped when we broke. I said, “Mr. Cornell is a remarkable man and now I know he has a remarkable woman supporting him.”

He leaned over and touch both of us, “I now have two remarkable women supporting me.”

I looked at her and gave her a wink. She wasn’t sure what that was for until I slid off the couch to my knees in front of him and began working at loosening his belt and slacks. She then understood, bounced to her knees on the couch to begin on his shirt buttons. I was soon tugging on his slacks as she was pulling his shirt from his arms and his undershirt up his body as I was removing shoes and socks before finally getting his slacks off. By the time I was finished, she had her face in his lap kissing his semi-hard cock. She looked up at me with one hand holding his cock. This time she winked at me. I moved in close and joined her at his cock. There was certainly enough for the two of us. Then, she verbalized what I had just thought.

As though he wasn’t sitting right there, “Honestly … what did you think the first time you saw this thing?” We were kissing opposite sides going up the shaft that was increasing in hardness each moment. She added, “Me? I think I considered running away. I already knew I loved this man so much but … I didn’t know what this thing might do to me … you know, inside.”

I gave the head a quick suck and glanced up at him looking down on us. By his expression, I was pretty sure he wasn’t enjoying the discussion he was hearing but was resigned to endure it. I turned back to the cock and her eyes on the other side of it. “I’m pretty sure there was a big gasp. Whether I also muttered some other exclamation, I don’t remember. You have to remember, though, that was the first night, the night he listened to me, he gave me his time to care about what I was saying and to follow my reasoning to the same conclusion I had reached. He followed that by opening up to me. Maybe this is silly … by the time we got to that, he had grown in my mind and impression. He was THE boss; he surprised me. By the time we were ending our talking, my mind had him inflated to a huge proportion. So, by then this seemed appropriate on him. Is that …?”

He turned my face up to him with his finger under my chin. “I’m just a man, Abby. Don’t put too much on anything.”

I looked up at him intently for a moment. I turned to look at her and she was watching intently back at me. Was he afraid of being built up? Was he afraid that impression would lead to my being disappointed? Was she worried about the same thing, about putting too much pressure on him so he wouldn’t pull back in the company? I licked his cock and thought. How weird is that?

I held onto his cock but sat back on my heels glancing back and forth between them. “No sir … Yes sir … I mean … sir, you can be larger than life to people and I think you will become a more relatable version of that through the changes you want to make. I was expressing my emotion at that time and to some extent what I continue to feel as I expressed to your wife earlier. I’ll do anything for you, sir. Anything. Your wife and I will always be there to support you.” I nodded to her and her smile was huge. “At home or at the office. You already have the best wife anyone could have. I commit to you both that I will become the best PA for you. We have your back, sir.”

She stood up and grabbed us each by the hand. “Come on. That turned me on so much I need to see some serious fucking happening.” She led us to the staircase to the upstairs.

That night would be the catalyst that would alter what was supposed to be a dream job offer in a strange office setting into much more as an affair with a married couple.

When we entered the bedroom suite that was nearly as big as much of my apartment, she released our hands and walked to the other side of the bed. I saw immediately what she was doing and joined her in carefully folding the bed covering and placing it safely to the side. She pulled the top sheet down and crawled on one side, reaching for her husband to lie in the center. I joined on the other side and didn’t wait for an invitation but took his cock into my mouth as she cuddled to him and kissed. He hand slid down his body to rest lightly on my head as it moved up and down on his cock. I had worked over over times together to get about eight of his eleven inches of cock into my throat. That was I managed when she moved down to join me.

“My God, Abby! How do you do that? You’ve got to teach me.”

I pulled back, saliva covering his cock and I gasped as I took in needed breaths. “Practice.” I glanced at him with a smile. “Right, sir?” He nodded. Apparently, he felt it okay to push me but not his wife. Not surprising, really.

She immediately took the head into her mouth and tried easing more and more to her throat but she quickly gagged and pulled back. I grabbed her head and kissed her hard. “Don’t force it. Even pushing down you have to be relaxed. Your throat is the problem. The impulse to gag.”

She stared at me as her hand stroked up and down on the saliva covered cock. Her eyes were wild, hungry, lusty. She was almost panting she was breathing so hard. “God, Abby, I am so turned on. What’s happening?”

“New. New opportunities being felt? New options? Sharing? Experimenting?” I kissed her hard, again. “Fuck him. Climb on and ride him.”

“I’ve … no … I’ve already …”

“Fuck him.”

She looked at him and I followed her gaze. He nodded and smiled at me. He understood. This was not about whose turn it was. This was about need and her need probably crossed beyond simple lust but needing to feel she was still the primary, the main woman for him. She was Mrs. CEO. In my mind, anyway, that was how she would be and she must feel first with him … always. I gave her a gentle tug and she swung her leg over his body. I held his rigid pole and leaned over behind her to align the head to her hole. She gasped as it entered her, the same way I react when it initially slides into me and I feel how it stretches and fills from the very moment of penetration.

Kneeling at their side I alternated my attention from kissing him on the lips and caressing his chest and stomach to kissing her and fondling her breasts and rolling her nipples. She was stroking her body up and down his cock in smooth, long movements. Her eyes were glazed over and she was quite vocal in the sounds escaping her mouth. I looked at the two of them and made a decision. I thought I knew something about sex when I applied for the job at Alliance but quickly determined that my experience of bedroom sex needing expanding to prepare me for what I had done in the interview being done out in the large room exposed to dozens of people. For a few weeks, watching porn videos had become a ritual and finding myself masturbating in front of the laptop, being very careful that the camera indicator never suddenly came on.

I put my lips near her ear, “Turn around, Mrs. Cornell. Turn around on his cock.” She looked at me through that same glazy-eyed look and started rise off. I stopped her. “No … stay on him, just turn.” She looked at me and sudden awareness showed through. Her mouth opened but nothing came out. She glanced down at him, then back at me. She started fumbling with knees and feet to accomplish it without clumsily kneeling fully on his stomach.

As she began managing it, “OH … FUCK … oooooh … that … is … hmmmm.” She finished the move and stopped to catch her breath. “That felt … turning on him … so big … God, girl … we are going to have … some serious … talks.”

I then directed them more, just like the one video I was thinking about. I told her to shift her weight and lift up several inches off him, lean back, and for him to support her back. I then told him, he was going to fuck up into her. When they got it all straight and his cock was ramming up into her and she was gasping at the newness of the fucking, I moved between their legs on my stomach and planted my lips on her clit, his cock sliding over my chin as he fucked into her. She cried out when I pressed my lips on her engorged clit and pulled slightly on it while using my tongue to probe the portion inside my mouth. I blindly sought with one hand his ball sack, trying to have some contact as his hips bounced up and down off the bed.

The sounds from them were incredible and filled the room.