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 her 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 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. Why close the door? I called out and Mr. C appeared at the open bathroom door. He handed me a small package and told me it was to be worn for dinner. He left and I continued with my hair.
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"It looks like a remote, Joe. You're giving me a remote?"
"For the vibrating egg I just gave Abby," he replied with a devious twinkle in his eyes. "But don't show it or use it until she agrees." She reacted with the same devious twinkle.
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Dinner was great. Of course, it was. He usually takes us to some of the best restaurants in the city. He shared, laughing, how his golf partners didn't want to leave the club because they were hoping 'that woman' might show up again. Mrs. C looked at me and wiggled her eyebrows. I smiled.
The waiter, again, showed up and stood off my left shoulder. He was doing that a lot and there was no mystery to any of us as to why. My attire was the result of urging from the two of them. My black mini-skirt was tight and short enough that the lace of my dark thigh high stocks was just visible as I sat. The white sleeveless blouse was loose and just sheer enough to hint at anything underneath which happened to be my nipples as I was not wearing a bra by their strong urging. The loose fit of the blouse assured that my large breasts had freedom to move on their own and was increased by the gaping resulting from leaving the buttons undone to the point below my nipples. Standing at my left shoulder allowed the best downblouse view due to the way women's blouses button. I could only pretend I wasn't giving him (and others) a display of my breasts.
We each bypassed dessert and opted for an after dinner brandy. After the waiter retreated with our order, Mrs. C exclaimed it was time and she couldn't wait any longer. I was confused, then remembered the earlier comment about saying something to me. Mr. C reached into his jacket and extracted folded sheets of paper. Sitting at a table for four with Mrs. C and I on either side of him, he placed the folded sheets on the table with his hand on it, moved it to me, and kept his hand on top of it saying it was the result of deliberate consideration and hopeful intention.
Even more confused, I took the sheets and unfolded them but held them close as our drinks arrived. It was two pages. It was written formally. The first line was really a heading in bold: Proposed modification of the Personal Assistant agreement between Abby Thomas and Joseph Cornell, CEO of Alliance Corporation. I looked up to find he and Mrs. C holding hands and watching expectantly. I pressed on by first scanning the top page.
"I don't understand," I mused almost to myself, "there are only minor modifications here about my time spent in the office and accountability of my duties. It suggests that I am only accountable to you, sir. I thought I already was." He just nodded and waited. Although that expectation was certainly true, my employment agreement was still set around the normal office hours which was a part of all such agreements. I saw nothing affecting salary or benefits. He nodded to the document. Okay... two pages. I turned to the second page.
Again, a bold heading for the first line: Proposed PERSONAL & PRIVATE Personal Assistant agreement between Abby Thomas and Samantha Cornell. I looked up at her and found a look of intense anticipation. I looked over at him. They both waited. I again scanned the document... maybe more than scanned this time. It briefly and loosely suggested an arrangement quite similar to mine with Mr. C but with Mrs. C to assist her in organizing, scheduling and coordinating her increasing community activities and assisting her in the performance of the duties of those roles. Very similar to what I was doing for Mr. C, basically anything he wanted me to do from filing and word processing to assistance in management, sales and negotiations. How would I possibly manage doing this for both of the them? Though loosely structured, there was much more. There was a substantial additional salary separate from Alliance. There was an offer of a work desk in the large office they shared in their home. In their home? Then, a few lines further... the offer of a bedroom suite across the hall from their own master bedroom... the suite I used when I spent weekends filled with play and sex. I looked up, again. They wanted me to live with them? Still, they waited. The offer of a new car for my personal use as well as for my duties. Blah, blah, blah. More words but of little impact... basically assuring of my freedom to live a life.
I took a sip of brandy... and another. I looked up. "You want me to live with you?"
Mr. C laughed, "That's the part that grabs you?"
Mrs. C took over, "That was my idea. You've spent time with us, already. You feel like part of us. We know you and trust you... I'll say it... we love you. You've made such a difference in our lives. We hoped you feel the same way." I nodded numbly. I did but this was a lot to take in. She went on, "Okay... I'll say it... I need help. I'm not Joe. I know that. But, he pushed me to get active, to use some of our money to help others, help the city and region. Turns out I like doing it and I have had some success and that speech you help me with increased calls for my participation and involvement. Abby, I need help... your kind of help... the way you help Joe by keeping his schedule, organizing him, proofing what he does."
We talked about it while having another brandy. She was right about how we felt about each other and the trust and respect. And, I have really enjoyed assisting her and having her bounce thoughts and ideas off me. Finally, I leaned forward and fixed a look on each. "I am honored... blown away... by the offer. To work closely with both of you would be... wonderful. How does it all fit into a day, though?"
