Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
Oh this was awkward... this was so, so awkward.
After Meg had gotten herself cleaned up, her pussy still sensitive from its first fucking in weeks, she'd hurried back out to the party.
Fortunately, no one had noticed her absence, but she was distinctly uncomfortable as Russ' cum was slowly leaking out of her and onto her thong.
Maybe that's why she'd been so distracted and hadn't realized how drunk her husband was getting.
As soon as she had, she'd quickly done damage control and got him moving so they could make the rounds and say goodbye.
She'd been congratulating herself on a job well done when they'd been back out in the hallway, heading toward, the parking lot, and Russ had suddenly lurched and stumbled, unable to keep his feet, and practically slammed into the wall.
"Do you need help?"
The moment Meg heard that deep, compelling voice, she'd immediately known who it belonged to, and she'd turned to see Leo Crisp standing there, only a few feet away.
Immediately, she'd turned bright red. After all, what other reaction could she possibly have had when the man was indirectly responsible for her panties currently being full of cum?
At least, from the way Russ had been acting, the things he'd been saying, she could only feel that Leo Crisp was indirectly responsible.
She definitely couldn't look at the man without thinking about Russ bending her over in the bathroom and fucking her like an Olympic sprinter.
"Oh... no... thank you..." she said distractedly, trying to get Russ to stand up straight again. "He's just um... a bit indisposed..."
"Here, sweetheart, let me help you." Leo Crisp's voice was soothing but commanding, and Meg found herself stepping away as he came forward, pulling one of Russ' arms over his shoulder and standing up straight so that Russ was forced to as well.
This close to him, Meg felt absolutely tiny.
Russ was nearly six feet to her five feet and five inches, but Leo Crisp was at least five inches taller than him.
With the two men standing side by side, she couldn't help but compare Russ' red and blotchy face, his leaner frame, and scratchy five o'clock shadow to Leo Crisp's muscular shoulders and immaculate appearance.
Turning red again, Meg hastily stepped back, more aware than ever of her slippery pussy lips and Russ' earlier accusations.
A wonderfully clean, spicy scent reached her nose and she realized it must be Leo Crisp's cologne.
He smelled so good so she wanted to lean in and inhale, but she quickly pushed that part of her down.
That part of her was the part that watched porn, it had no business rearing its horny little head here.
"Thank you so much, I'm so sorry about this," Meg said shyly as Leo got Russ moving.
Her husband groaned slightly, muttering under his breath as they walked down the hall.
"I hope you're the one driving?" Leo Crisp asked, although his tone implied that if she wasn't she was going to be in big trouble. She wasn't sure how he managed to make her feel like a naughty little girl with just that one question, but he did.
"Oh, yes. It's my turn to DD," she said nervously, glancing around as they went through the restaurant—which was thankfully almost empty—and then out into the parking lot.
Fortunately, she didn't see any of Russ’ other coworkers.
Her husband would be horribly embarrassed if he knew people had seen him like this; bad enough one other person was.
Maybe he wouldn't remember tomorrow and Meg could just tell him that she'd gotten him to the car on her own.
"Good," Leo Crisp said, smiling down at her with approval. Something warm blossomed in her chest and Meg turned red again, turning away.
"We're parked over here," she said, hurrying a little, both to cut her time short with the unnerving Leo Crisp and because she didn't want to keep looking at him. Looking at the attractive man, especially with her husband making an unfortunate comparison beside him, felt wrong.
Oh... why had Russ put these ideas in her head?!
As Leo got Russ settled back into the passenger seat, Meg stood to the side watching nervously. She didn't want to come closer and accidentally touch Leo but she also felt like she should help... it was a dilemma.
Head lolling, Russ suddenly blinked and looked up at Leo. "My wife thinks you're hot."
"Oh!" Meg's hands flew to her mouth. She hadn't said any such thing to Russ. Her cheeks burned as Leo turned his head to look at her, giving her a lazy wink. "Mr. Crisp I..."
What was she supposed to say? No I don't? Dammit Russ!
"I think your wife is pretty hot, too," Leo Crisp said, chuckling, as he closed Russ' door.
"Mr. Crisp, I'm so sorry..." Meg's voice trailed off as Leo Crisp stepped toward her.
She should step away... move away... but her feet felt frozen to the ground.
"Don't be sorry, beautiful," Leo Crisp said, his hand coming up to cup her chin. His thumb stroked her lower lip, which dropped open at its touch. Meg's heart was beating so rapidly she thought it might jump out of her chest. "Finding someone attractive is never a crime."
They stared at each other; him so large and imposing, her feeling so small and yet aroused at the touch of this stranger, this beautiful man who was now irrevocably tied to her sex life with her husband—her husband!
"I have to go!" she cried out, jumping away, shocked at the turn her thoughts had taken. While she'd seen pornos with a storyline kind of like this, she couldn't believe that kind of thing really happened in real life. "Thank you for your help."
"Anytime, beautiful," Leo Crisp said.
He stood there watching as she pulled out of the parking lot, her husband snoring beside her, and her pussy pulsing inside her creamy panties.
Meg promised herself there would definitely not be another time. She wasn't sure what had happened tonight, but she did know one thing—it was dangerous.
"Leo Crisp asked about you today," Russ said over dinner, three days after the company party where she'd met the man in question for the first time.
Meg's hands trembled a little as she cut her chicken, her heart fluttering.
It was the first time Leo Crisp's name had been mentioned since that party and she had no idea how much Russ remembered of that night.
He hadn't said anything the next morning, acting completely normally.
But Meg had changed. Or, at least, her porn habits had.
She'd found herself watching almost exclusively scenarios of cheating wives or husbands watching their wives with other men, and all she'd been able to think about were Russ' words in the bathroom and the way Leo Crisp had touched her at the end of the night.
"Oh?" she responded, not wanting to sound too eager, but also realizing Russ was waiting for some kind of reaction from her. She just didn't know what kind of reaction.
Her husband eyed her, blue eyes glinting in a dangerous manner. "He wanted to know how you're doing. I said fine."
"Oh. Well, I am. Fine, that is," Meg said, feeling keenly off balance.
Why had Leo Crisp asked about her? And why had Russ brought it up?
She wasn't sure what her husband's fascination with Leo Crisp was, but he definitely acted differently about the man than he had anyone else.
There had been a few men in the past who had flirted with her, and while Russ had gotten jealous, he'd also gotten possessive.
Obviously, this was different, but Meg couldn't figure out why or what Russ wanted from her.
That night Russ fucked her again, surprising her with his sudden desire as she got into bed—he was suddenly behind her, flipping up the skirt of her nightgown and sliding his hands up her body to cup her breasts.
Doggy style was the kinkiest thing they'd done in months.
.. but that wasn't why she came so quickly.
She came fast and hard because, facing away from her husband, it was all too easy to imagine it was Leo Crisp's hands on her breasts, squeezing them hard, as he roughly fucked her from behind, his big cock sliding into her wet, pink pussy and making her moan.
She felt a bit guilty afterwards, but... it was just a fantasy. Fantasies were supposed to be healthy.
It wasn't as if she would ever hurt Russ by letting him know. And, to be honest, he was the one who had put the fantasy in her head in the first place.
Getting ready for the Labor Day BBQ at Russ' boss' house, Meg felt more than a little nervous. Russ had been acting weird for weeks. They'd had more sex in the past month than they had in the past two years, but...
She felt like the sex was always about Leo Crisp.
They also had sex on days when Russ told her he'd talked to Leo Crisp or when Leo Crisp had asked about her.
At least, Russ would bring the other man up at some point during the evening and say that was the case, and after a while Meg knew that meant she would be getting fucked later that night.
The sex was not spectacular, it was often fast and hard, but at least it was sex. Much better than masturbating.
And if her memory of Leo Crisp often invaded her mind when Russ took her from behind or when she closed her eyes while he climbed on top of her...
Well she couldn't be entirely blamed for that, right? The workings of the human brain were a mysterious thing. And it was Russ who was always bringing up Leo Crisp anyway.
Still, she wasn't looking forward to seeing the man again.
She felt anxious. Nervous. Almost as if she were about to run into a crush, but of course that wasn't the case.
After all, she was a married woman. Happily married.
With a sex life that was more fulfilling than it had been in years.
Yes, for some reason her sex life now seemed to be tied in some way to this man, but he didn't know that. So there was no reason to feel nervous.