I was stunned, and hurriedly tried my best to stand up from my very exposed position, my legs spread eagled, my steely rod jutting up from my pubic area and the deliciously looking Mrs. Baker still holding on to my manhood.
"I-I can explain..." I stammered as I felt my rigid cock starting to get limp on Mrs. Baker's hand while Monet made her way to the two of us.
"So this is what you have been doing while I was away" Monet quipped as she made her way to the two of us.
"Do you like the taste of his cock Etta?" she asked Mrs. Baker as she removed her secretaries hand from my limping cock.
Then without any warming Monet, stuck out her tongue and licked the pre cum that lingered on the slit on top of my cock.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhh.....That tastes nice?" she cooed as she gently lowered her face on my hardening penis.
"Huh...huh...huh...." I groaned instinctively as Mrs. Tower's mouth did it's wonders on my throbbing member.
"Now, Etta? You can finish him off..." Monet instructed her secretary as she released my swollen cock from her delicious orifice and stood up.
With nary a complaint or objection from Mrs. Baker she again got hold of my cock and began to stroking it and greedily consumed my manhood. While her secretary continued to pleasure my cock, Monet slowly guided my hand under the hem of her skirt. Understanding what she wanted me to do, I let my hand wander upwards, slowly climbing the her stocking covered thigh earnestly looking for her crotch. A moment later my hand found it's prized destination, her moistened cunt, as my fingers stretched the elastic leg band of her panties feeling her wet pussy, running my fingers up and down her slit as her pussy dripped unrelentingly of her love juices.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....Joey!" Mrs. Tower's cried out as she instinctively grabbed my arm and pushed it up deeper in between her spread legs.
In and out went my fingers on Monet's cunt as Mrs. Baker sucked my cock with unrelenting passion until I felt something broke free from the inside and suddenly a gush of gooey white cum splattered all over the face of Mrs. Baker as she released my cock from her mouth. After relishing the pleasure of my cumming, I could see Mrs. Baker still stroking my limping cock as she licked the remnants of my semen from her fingers, while Monet panted as she too had a pulsating orgasm.
Standing up, Etta gently held Monet's face on her slimy hands and gave her a passionate french kiss giving her a taste of my cum, which to my surprise Monet didn't object to. My cock immediately sprang back to life , seeing these two beautiful mature women kissing each other.
After a couple minutes of sliding their tongue in and out of each other's mouth, they ended their passionate kiss, with Etta pulling back from her leaving Monet panting in sheer excitement.
"Well that was exciting?" Mrs. Baker finally broke the silence inside the room, as she gave Monet one last peck on the lips.
"To say the least!" Monet echoed her approval of her secretaries statement.
"Uh...hm..." I cleared my throat getting the attention of both ladies "Well...where do we go from here?" I asked then my cock sticking out of my pubic area like a steel rod.
"Is it okay with the both of you that the three of us become lovers?" I laid the obvious question on the table.
"It's okay with me if it's okay with Monet?" Mrs. Baker promptly volunteered her answer looking expectantly towards Monet.
"Well I kind of enjoyed the whole thing...Why not?" she gave us both a sly grin as she bit her finger seductively like a school girl.
"Yes...yes...yes..." I belted out my approval as I pulled the two women on to me and gave both of them a passionate kiss.
After that incident in Mrs. Tower's office, Monet reluctantly left Mrs. Baker and me saying that she had to go back to that meeting with the president of the bank but promised the both of us that she'd be back and that she'd treat the both of us to dinner and something else. That so called "something else" placed a smile on my face as I expected something of the same treatment from the ladies after dinner. After Monet left, Etta and I lounged lazily inside Monet's office. I still hadn't put on my pants as me and Etta rested on the couch recalling what had transpired earlier.