Marcy and I stand frozen, not knowing what to do. Even though I may not feel her emotions, I know Marcy feels afraid. She gets closer to me and I feel her heat as her hand in mine is sweating profusely out of nervousness.I turn to her and smile. Her eyes give me a sense that we can both turn around together. At this point we didn’t know each other, but the adventure we had on the train made us unique, some sort of couple, even though, in truth, I didn’t know her real name and she didn’t know mine.As we turn Marcy spoke first. “I didn’t realise we were being watched.” The woman in front of us is in her early forties and you can tell she is an executive as well. Her business suit is well fitted showing off her cleavage and high tight ass. Her legs are long and slender while her red hair is in a bun. She is ready for work, like we all are, but something told me she isn’t done watching Marcy and I. I speak up to take the lead with Marcy, “We are headed for coffee. You should join us so we can talk more privately about your wet funds.” The woman smiles and starts walking towards us. She gets close as if we are all colleagues. “I think we should do more than talk. I too have a place in the city and don’t share it with anyone. Why don’t all three of us go and have coffee there. Then we can see what we can all do about our, hum, wet funds.”Before I can say anything, Marcy speaks up for both of us. “Lead the way.”The mystery woman leads us and Marcy and I follow her, hand in hand still. I can’t believe what had happened so far on my train ride to work. I had Marcy in front of me and I made her cum with her vibrator, another woman that just invited us over to her place, and here we are checking her out as she leads the way. To break the silence, the strange woman speaks as we walk. “So do you guys do this a lot?”Marcy laughs and blushes at the question. I smile and say, “Actually this is the first time we ever spoke. In my mind her name was Marcy. I have no idea what her name is.”Marcy turns to me with a surprised look on her face and grips my hand harder. The woman leading us turns to us as she walks. “Well, I guess names don’t matter. There is a definite attraction between you two. That’s what made me look even harder and realised what you two were doing. I’m Layla, but that’s not my real name either. I like the mysterious names.”“Well, I’m Marcy then.” Marcy says smiling.“I’ll let you two beautiful women choose what name I should have then. It’s only fair since I made up Marcy’s name.” What will they call me? Marcy immediately Cebeci Escort speaks , taking charge of the conversation. “I think you should be Eric. Her name is Layla, and Eric Clapton wrote the song Layla.”“Eric it is then.”, I say agreeing to her proposed name.Five minutes later and after casual conversation, we get to Layla’s condo in an executive high rise 2 blocks away from where I work. The doorman ushers us in and silently Layla brings us to the elevator. She places her key card by the sensor and the elevator closes and starts to ascend. “You two have not let go of each other’s hands. It’s really cute. But now, I want to hold your hands too.” She reaches out and takes both our hands in her hands. We all face each other in a circle and slowly make our way to an elevated floor.Marcy smiles. “Whatever happens, it stays between us. I’m married and …”“I am too, but all that doesn’t matter. I have a husband out of financial convenience. I have never cheated on him but he doesn’t pay much attention to me either. Watching the both of you on the train just compelled me to reach out. I don’t know what will happen. It’s a safe place and we can all be whatever we want to be and do whatever we want to. No expectations.” As she says this, she holds our hands together. I am surprised how she is taking charge and how I am turning into somewhat of a victim. I had to say something to ensure I was being heard too. “I’m separated. My ex-wife didn’t want me, she wanted someone else and cheated on me constantly. I haven’t had sex with a woman in a long time. I want to feel wanted and valued. That’s all.”Marcy looks at me and comes forward. She kisses my cheek and reassures me. Layla watches us and said, “You and me both, Eric. I have a funny feeling that Marcy is feeling the same” The door opens and we walk into the condo. It’s not just a condo, it’s the penthouse. The entire perimeter is adorned with windows. The place is very open. Layla lets us walk around and look at the art on the walls. “Please, make yourselves at home. I’ll make us some coffee and I’ll meet you in the living room.”Marcy smiles at me and turns to me. She comes in close as I put my arms around her. Her head bends a little and her mouth opens. I kiss her passionately. We hadn’t kissed since our first kiss on the train. “I’m still wet and throbbing.” She reaches down and feels the front of my pants. She starts making my cock hard again and feeling the warmth of my cock along with its girth. “Mmmmm, I can’t Çıtır Escort wait to see it and maybe feel it on my mouth.”I kiss her back and she places her arms around my shoulders. She reaches for my jacket collar and starts to take it off. My jacket comes off with ease and she places her hands flat on my chest. She can feel the muscles through my shirt and presses on them. To my surprise she then walks away. I realise she was teasing me the same way I teased her on the train with the vibrator. I have to turn things around, to maintain control of her. From what I saw on the train, she likes to be controlled. As Marcy walks away from me, I pull out my phone and unlock it with my fingertip. The app is still on the screen. I hit the play button. Immediately Marcy stops in her steps as if she got hit with a surge and reaches for the window as her legs go weak. She turns around with wide eyes and leans her back to the window. She smiles but her lower lip is shaking.As she leans she undoes the front button of her business suit and puts a hand through her hair. The window is holding her up and her shoes are placed hard down on the floor. She spreads her legs a little and raises her free arm and hand up her body.“I wasn’t expecting that.” She reaches her right breast with her free hand and squeezes, feeling her nipple through her blouse. I reach my tie and undo it.“Let me do that. Marcy can watch me undress you.” Layla startles me as she walks behind me and pulls my tie out of the collar in swift move. I can feel her behind me as she presses her breasts to me. The cell phone is still in my hand and Layla reaches for it as she increases the intensity level in one upward movement. Marcy immediately reacts to the intensity and lets a moan escape. She watches me intensely as Layla comes to my front, faces her and rests her back onto my chest. Layla’s red haired bun is just under my chin and I can feel her heat on the inside of my arms. Layla reaches down to my pants and feels my cock tenting in my pants. “Oh my, he is thick and warm. And you, Marcy, are so beautiful” As she says this, she switches the mode on the app to a saw tooth wave.“Oh Fuck!” Marcy says as she feels the vibrations hitting her pussy even more intently. “You both are beautiful and I am really loving watching you and Eric in front of me.”Layla reaches to her suit jacket and undoes the top button all the while facing Marcy. She slowly removes her jacket and throws it away. She places herself back against Demetevler Escort my chest, takes the phone in her hand and doesn’t let go of Marcy in her sight. Layla places an arm to the back my neck and whispers to me while still looking at Marcy. “Touch me, please.”I place my hands on her thighs and immediately feel her body push back on my hands. One hand goes up to her stomach and explores her. I brush my hand, pressing into her and feeling the side of her breasts. Her breasts are large and feel the heat from them even through her bra. I undo the first top buttons of her blouse and see her cleavage. I can tell she is enjoying my touching as she vibrates on me. She continues to play with Marcy’s vibrator, never letting go of her with her eyes.Marcy mimics Layla and takes her jacket off as well. She keeps her back to the wall and throws her jacket away. She undoes the buttons on her shirt, slowly displaying herself to both Layla and I. As each button is undone, I can feel Layla moan in my arms. “Do the same to me, Eric.” I undo her buttons one by one as she commands me. She presses her shoulders even more into me as she changes the modes on the vibrator. A large sine wave comes into view and I look at Marcy. She relaxes a bit, but Layla plays with the intensity going up and down on the screen, Marcy takes her blouse off and we both sigh at our view. Her bra shows off her dark hard nipples and they stick out an itch and a half. She raises a hand to one of them and pinches it as the sine wave goes up and releases the hard nipple as the sine wave subsides. She pushes her shoulders onto the glass window and reaches the back of her skirt. She slowly removes it and lets it fall down as Layla reaches for the zipper on the back of her pants and lets them fall down. Layla removes the blouse to be in the same state of dress as her competitor as I look at them both. These goddesses are very different but both are very beautiful. Marcy, in a bra with the peaks cut off and is showing off her bare pussy to us. The vibrator is resting on her clit and can tell her pussy lips are engorged as her they hug around the vibrator. Layla is leaning in front of me in her white thong and bra, letting me touch her. She leans forward indicating to me to undo her bra. As my hands touch her skin, she shivers and presses back. I unclasp the bra and she lets it fall. Her breasts are very large, and the size matches her pink nipples. She leans back on me and my hand immediately feels her left breasts. I knead it with strong hands all the way to the nipple. Layla moans as she holds my phone in her hands, never letting go of Marcy. She presses her ass into my crotch, teasing me. She feels my hard cock pressing against her ass and reaches back with her free hand. She grips it hard, squeezing and trying to get around the full circumference. She kneads it slowly and accelerates her breathing.