Madame was aware that I had had enough for one visit and told Mayli to stop, and that we would continue where we left off on my next visit. I was actually at a point where I was in over-derive and was unable to stop on my own, even if I wanted to, but I didn't want to stop, the pleasure was too intense, I wanted it to go on forever.. I've experienced having many orgasms by masturbating when Mark was out with 'guys'' playing golf or basketball, in fact one time I came over thirty times;I stayed in bed for the entire day, it seems as though I just couldn't put my vibrator away, but like now, I really ended up tired and falling asleep. I have to admit that I was pleasantly exhausted but the pleasure my mind and body were receiving from these two loving and beautiful women was so overwhelming that I was unable to just tell them that I was ready to go to bed, alone. I got up off of my hands and knees, still not knowing what they had planned on doing to me in that 'doggy' position, but I'm sure I'll find out on my next visit.
"Are you sure that you can make it home?" Madame asked me. " Sweetheart, if you're too tired you're very welcome to stay here, or if you would like to go home, Mayli would be more than happy to drive you."
An instant picture of Mayli registered in my mind, god, how her soft, long tongue felt between my legs. I had given blow-jobs to Mark, but he never reciprocated, and telling me that 'real guys' just don't do things like that. That's not what I've heard, and I have to admit it, her tongue drove me over the top several times; I wonder even if Mark did go down on me, if his tongue would feel as great as Mayli's, her tongue was extrmely long, I'm getting soaked just thinking about it.
"That's very nice of you to offer, Madame, but I'll be perfectly fine driving home. Actually I'm not very far from here and once I get on I-405, I'll be home in about twenty minutes, I just live over in Sherman Oaks." With that said they both gave me a nice warm hug after I got dressed, and then they both kissed me like lovers. WOW!!!! I felt great. Does that mean that I'm a lesbian?
When I got home, Mark was sitting on his chair, as usual, watching a basketball game; he just waved at me with a can of beer in his hand, and just said "HI," Not "Where have you been?" or "What's new?" I just waved a hand at him and started removing my clothes as I was walking to the bedroom. I had full intentions of taking a nice hot shower, knowing very well that the smell of my sex on my body, especially between my legs, was very strong, but I knew Mark wouldn't even give it a second thought....I crashed into a very deep sleep with a big smile on my face; my dreams were very erotic, and needless to say, the sheet on my side of the bed was soaked.
In the morning I got up and rushed quickly into the shower, I was feeling fantastic. As the warm water flowed down my body, I closed my eyes and the thoughts of last nights experience with Madame and Mayli came into my mind vividly, in color and 3-D. My body started craving more of the same; was it my mind or my body that was craving the sex? Damn, I didn't care, my fingers could not leave my pussy alone. I massaged my clit with my fingers rapidly until I had a somewhat gratifying orgasm, but then my fingers were tiring so I used my pulsating shower-head and let it do me again, making my already excited lips and clitoris drive me insane.. Just as I was having another, but much more satisfying orgasm, and down on my knees in the shower floor so that I wouldn't collapse, my husband walked into the bathroom, and said "good morning, sweetheart." I was cumming so hard that I couldn't respond. Our shower panels are of clear glass and I knew that he could easily see me shuddering from my climax, as well as see that I was holding the shower head directly aimed at my pussy. However when I got out of the shower, he was shaving; then he turned and looked at me with a big smile, as if to say, "I bet you feel better now, don't you sweetheart?" I just smiled back.
I had some juice and cereal and some of Madam's tea that she had given me as I left last night, and then quickly dressed. But this morning I felt so great, so sexy, that I wanted to wear something real sexy; I wore my pin striped light weight tan suit jacket and skirt, no undies, and no stockings, and just my four inch spike heel shoes; I was feeling slutty. The V cut of my jacket covered, just barely, my perky, pointed breasts, and my skirt was about six inches above my knees. I knew that I didn't have any important meetings today and my boss, also a female, told me that she always wanted me to dress in a, more r less, sexy or as she said "seductive" outfit. She told me that way I would always distract any important person(s), male or female, from asking for confidential company information. I found out the name of the game is keep them distracted. I knew that if I sat down or leaned over, that anyone could get a clear view of my butt, or in front, my tits.
When I arrived at my office, my secretary, a cute young intern, took one look at me and said, "you look awesome, Gale, I mean you really look hot, well you know what I mean. Like who you expecting today, some rich king or something that wants to buy millions of our stock."
I looked at her in an entirely different light, could it be that it was a sexual thing; she seemed to be more attractive, which she was, where before she was just another employee. Terry, my intern secretary, was a typical Southern Cal. tanned, blue eyed blond that looked like, and had that athletic look of a cheerleader, and spent her week-ends and summers at the beach watching the surfers at Malibu. For some unknown reason I wanted to tease her. Damn, I was sexually horny even after all the release of my pent up sexual needs last night and this morning in the shower. But she's a female!!!!!
"Terry, I would like you to come into my office so that I can plan my itinerary for the following week. Bring in all of my messages and close my office door behind you so that we won't have any disturbance,"
Before she came into my office I put a towel on my chair and lifted my short skirt up so that I wouldn't get a spot on it from my flowing juices; I guess I should have worn panties, but I just didn't think that I could get this aroused, especially after last night and then again this morning, and that my pussy was going to be wet all day. As I said before, when I'm horny, my love juices really flow.
My desk doesn't have any panel in front to conceal my legs; this is another thing that my boss insisted on, "let them see your sexy legs." I sat there with my thighs tightly together; as a rule, if I had someone that was really important, I would either cross my legs or keep my thighs together, I really didn't want to sit their and have them staring into my open pussy. hehe
Terry sat in a chair about five feet in front of my desk and sitting in that position she could clearly see my legs as well as whatever I exposed. "Omygod" I thought to myself, "she's just a young, pretty girl." I could understand feeling this way if she was a 'stud', but I've never thought of another female like this, I mean the sexual feelings, but what kept flashing through my mind was beautiful young Mayli and her long sexy tongue.
I looked at Terry, sitting and waiting for me to ask her about my messages and my itinerary. She had on a green mini skirt and a white blouse, looking squeaky clean. Her legs were properly crossed. Very sweet and innocent.
"Well, shall we get started?" I said to her. "Why don't we start with my messages and then we'll go on to my itinerary."
Terry opened her notebook and started reading my messages one by one. As she was reading my messages, I couldn't help it, I was getting restless and was now changing the position of my legs; crossing, uncrossing them; squeezing my thighs together and then spreading my legs apart. I know that I would squeeze my legs together rapidly to get myself off, but this was not the place or time, but I couldn't help myself.I could tell by the way Terry was reading my messages, she was having trouble completing a full sentence, that she was really being distracted looking at my legs, as well as my exposed pussy.
After reading my messages, I noticed Terry, instead of looking at my face as she was talking, or as I talked to her, she was looking at the movement of my legs under the desk. And the more she looked the more aroused I'd get. I was seducing my teen-aged secretary and I was getting close to getting myself off, being aware of it. My legs were now wide apart so that she get a full view of my exposed, and very wet and engorged, pussy.
When we were through with all my business with her I started talking to her about her personal life. "I bet you have a gang of guys trying to go out with you, you're so pretty. Do you have a steady boyfriend."
"No, not really," Terry answered. "I mean I really don't go out on many dates; to tell you the truth Gale, if I do go out with a boy, after I come home I ask myself 'why did I go out with him and feel as though it was a waste of time. All they seem to want is to touch you where they shouldn't, you know what I mean. I just as soon go out with my girlfriends, we have a lot more fun, for sure."
"I know what you're saying, it hasn't been that long ago that I'd gone through the same experience." I was getting to the areas of being out of bounds, but in my mental state of sexual excitement, I couldn't stop myself. "The trouble is these guys just don't know how to get you to respond, they're just too pushy and grabby. I would end up going home and, well you know, taking care of myself, my fingers felt better than theirs." I said with a big grin on my face. Also I wasn't really conscious of the fact that I was leaning back on my chair with my legs stretched out and spread out wide.
One thing I was aware about was that Terry's eyes were staring at my wide open wet pussy and I knew that I just had to take care of it soon or go insane.
"Gale," she said with a blush on her face. "Did you really do, God, I'm embarrassed to say it, but did you really mean what you said, I mean about coming home from a date and then, you know, like take care of , um, of yourself?"
"You mean masturbate? Of course I did, in fact I can't remember when I didn't do it. I'm not sure when I first started having orgasms, probably not until I was about ten or eleven, but I'd rock myself to sleep, laying on my stomach with my hand between my legs. And then one night it happened, I came so hard that I thought that I would die. Don't tell me that you don't masturbate?"