The meeting had gone well. We were sure we would get the firm's business. Although the two men had done nearly all the talking for the firm, Ingrid and I both recognized that the gray haired women with the exquisite hands and the gentle air of sophistication would be making the decision. Her eyes had never left us, her few questions had been unnervingly penetrating, and her straightforwardness had left us with nothing to question and little to fear. As I left the conference room with the two partners, I was surprised Ingrid did not follow me out but remained behind to talk to Moll.

We had been soliciting the firm's accounting business and reached the point where all seemed ready to move forward. The partners had invited Ingrid and me to dinner with their wives that evening and I had accepted for both of us. At that point I had seen the first breach in Moll's composure... a grimace crossed her face, departing as quickly as it had arisen. Moll ushered Ingrid from the conference room several minutes later, and she and I returned to our hotel to get ready for dinner.

When we arrived at our suite, Ingrid told me she would be dining with Moll. I waited to see where she would be taking this. "Moll thinks the two of us would be too much for the wives," she said without explanation.

I waited. I knew Ingrid would continue.

"Apparently the wives are the jealous type. Moll thinks one of us will be bad enough but both together would be too much for them."

"How did you get chosen?" I asked having a bit of an idea. Ingrid is a broad shouldered, broad hipped, raw boned woman who exudes sexuality. Her apparent innocence somehow comes across, especially to married women, as overtly sexual and very threatening. I had no doubt Moll noticed. Not that I am unattractive, but I knew I would be far less threatening to the wives than Ingrid would be. But we would have to meet them eventually and I wondered whether it might not be better to face the issue directly.

"Moll is a widow of several years," Ingrid continued. "The wives know she has had several girlfriends since her husband died. After we left she told the partners I would be taking her to her club for dinner. The word will get to the wives and without saying anything explicitly I'll become less threatening. But she says you had better be on your best behavior."

***

I sat in our suite following dinner sipping a glass of brandy and reading Middlemarch. The door opened and Ingrid, dressed in a red leather skirt which came to mid thigh, a sheer black silk blouse with a black lace bra clearly evident, and four inch black heels entered  with Moll in tow. She winked at me as she led Moll to her bedroom.

Several minutes passed before I noticed the door to Ingrid's bedroom opened several inches. I couldn't hear a sound coming from the room, but my curiosity got the better of me. Walking quietly to the door and looking into the room I saw Moll kneeling nude her arms crossed behind her arched back and her head pressed forward. That was all I could see. Moll's head pressed forward and retreated again and again as I watched her. Needing to see more, I pressed my head against the door and just as I saw Ingrid standing nude in her heels, legs parted, Moll's face buried between her thighs she looked directly at me and said, "Why don't you come in and watch us, Elaine? You have been standing there long enough." Her eyes directed me to a chair on the opposite wall.

As I took my seat, Ingrid placed her hands on either side of Moll's face and pulled her deeper between her thighs. She directed me to remove my panties as she rubbed her cunt up and down Moll's face. I did as I was told and my fingers immediately found their way home.

"Undress yourself, Elaine," Ingrid ordered while she fucked Moll's face faster and harder.

When I was nude, Ingrid motioned for me to join them. I took my place behind Moll, pushing my thigh between her legs under her botttom and reaching my arms around her taking her hard nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and teasing them none too gently. As Ingrid fucked her face more and more furiously Moll humped my thigh at a pace to match.

Ingrid whispered, "You're not to cum, Moll," and as her body stiffened, her juices spewed from her cunt soaking Moll's face and spilling down her breasts. Moll slowed her pace but continued a slow steady humping of my thigh as Ingrid pulled her face even deeper into her cunt as she rode out her orgasm. Ingrid held Moll close while she recovered but then backed away from her. "Face each other, girls," she told Moll and me. "Kiss each other and finger each other."

I pulled my thigh from under Moll's bottom and for a short moment she was left humping the air. I moved to her side, turned her to face me, and pulled her face to mine, my lips finding hers softly parted, opened for me. As I pressed my kiss, my tongue probing her lips, her mouth. I felt her fingers parting my folds, moistening themselves within me before stroking me softly finding my clit and caressing it tenderly. The extent of my arousal startled me. My gasp was met with Ingrid's chuckle as she laughed, "No cumming, girls."

I released Moll's face and my fingers found their way to her cunt and then to her clit just as hers had done to mine. We kissed and caressed, our soft moans soon turning to feral panting as our clits began throbbing beyond our control.

Ingrid stepped between us, her legs parted, her bottom pressed against Moll's face and her cunt against mine as we continued fingering each other. She reached behind her back, parting her splendid cheeks. Moll's soft cheeks were soon planted between Ingrid's, her extended tongue turning urgent circles on the pucker of Ingrid's rosebud. My tongue pressed easily between Ingrid's liquid folds, my lips soon kissing her moist inner lips. It was not long before my tongue found Moll's deep within Ingrid, separated only by her thin membrane.

"Having fun, girls?" Ingrid laughed before fillling my mouth with a spring rain. She pushed us from her, shooed me to my room and Moll out the door. "Business starts early tomorrow morning," she giggled.