...Marcia?

"Marcia," you say, "I had no idea." You're still feeling all glowing and floaty from your orgasm.

The cheerful blonde matron smiles at you from her comfortable slouch between your legs. Her cheeks dimple engagingly. "I suppose you didn't catch how I was looking at you when I was helping you get your payroll record set up."

"But you're married," you say.

"That doesn't mean I can't like girls too," she says. "It certainly doesn't stop Melissa. And I can't let her waltz off with all the pretty young things. I couldn't compete when I was working under her."

"Melissa?" you say.

Marcia winks and looks to the side. Following her gaze, you see Melissa lounging on her side on the rug, a lioness at rest. Anita is lying nude in front of her head to tail, kissing and licking Melissa's clit. Her boyfriend Mark is cheek to cheek with Anita, licking away as he runs a hand up and down Melissa's smooth, honey-tanned legs.

Melissa casually plays with Anita's pussy, thumbing her clit and stroking her labia. Melissa has lost both shorts and top, and her generous breasts are spilling over one another toward the floor.

Spooned up behind Melissa, her husband Gordon seems to be stroking himself, waiting for an opportune moment while he surveys the territory.

Marcia slides up to lie down behind you and says, "A lot of young people like a taste of power, and Melissa is happy to give it to them." She kisses your cheek. "Now that I'm in payroll, at least I see everyone new before she gets her claws into them."

Melissa slides two fingers deeply into Anita's wet pussy and vibrates her thumb quickly over the Indian student's clit. "Eeeee-ahh!" Anita cries, rolling onto her back. She spreads her knees wide and pushes her hips up at Melissa's hand. You catch the twinkle of gold under Melissa's thumb. Melissa rises to sit beside Anita and beckons Mark and Gordon, directing them to help her with Anita.

Marcia laughs softly. "If you'd like to help, I'm sure Melissa could fit you in too, John. She's very good at organizing group efforts."

A giggle from the other corner catches your ear. Melanie, the petite blonde secretary, is watching Melissa's little scene with a deep pink blush behind her glasses. But she's hardly idle. Melanie is riding atop Marcia's husband Dan and Martin is kneeling beside her, whispering in her ear while she gently holds his deep brown erection. She nods without looking at him and rises up, exposing the wet pink shaft of Dan's cock under her shocking-pink labia and close-trimmed blonde bush.

As you watch and listen, the soft glow around your body rekindles in your warm wet cunt opening, your lush, slippery sensitive swollen labia, and the hot, stiff points of your nipples and clit.

"I can feel you breathing harder," Marcia whispers at your ear. Her breath is hot and moist. "What do you want? Do you want to get fucked?" she asks. "Do you want a cock up you?" She pauses, feeling your body tauten against hers as your arousal returns. She kisses your ear. "Or are you hungry in your mouth? Do you want to suck on a hard cock? Do you want a hot tongue on yours, John? Or are you hungry for a girl? Did I make you hungry for a girl, John? You could have a girl. You heard everyone cheering when you had that screamer, John. You could have anyone here just for the asking."

You sigh, a little "Ahhhhh," with Marcia's attentions.

"It'll be getting late before long," Marcia says, "So if you're not ready for the night to be over when you leave..." She kisses your neck. "Our bed is very big. Think about it. But for now...what do you want?"