Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
Smiling down at her, Leo stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
"Russ tells me you're not wearing any panties under that gorgeous dress of yours. Is that true?"
Meg gasped, her thighs automatically pressing together, hands flying to her front as if to push her skirt down, but it was already down and Leo's smile grew wider, a flash of white teeth that was far too attractive to be fair.
She felt completely exposed even though he hadn't done anything but say what was true. Why on earth had Russ told him that?
"Because I made a bet with him that you wouldn't do it," Leo said, and Meg almost jumped as she realized she'd spoken out loud.
Her cheeks flamed.
"A bet?" she asked, squeaking again.
"Yes," Leo said, leaning against the door and crossing his arms over his chest. "I bet him you wouldn't come today without panties. But you did, didn't you?"
Feeling almost mesmerized, the way a mouse might feel in front of a King Cobra, Meg stared back at him. Everything felt so surreal, she was sure it couldn't actually be happening. Perhaps she was dreaming?
"Yes," she whispered, feeling compelled to answer him for some reason. Maybe it was just his confidence, the authoritative way he held himself, the way he asked the question with every expectation she would answer... but the word slipped out.
"Show me."
Meg gasped. The order felt almost like a physical blow, straight to her pussy, making her inner muscles clench in sudden arousal. Beneath her dress, her nipples stiffened and she hunched her shoulders forward.
"What?"
"Pull up that pretty skirt and show me, I want to see." Even though he was still leaning casually against the closed door, his words were filled with such command Meg found her hands moving before she really thought about it.
Maybe it was because of the way he'd become intrinsically enmeshed in her sex life, maybe it was because she'd fantasized about him so often, or maybe it was just because some part of her responded to his unthinking dominance, but Meg found she couldn't say no.
And if she were being entirely truthful with herself, she didn't want to say no.
She wanted to find out what was going to happen next. What he would do.
Her pulse pounded through her veins as she took two handfuls of her skirt and slowly pulled it up, baring her milky white thighs and then her neatly trimmed patch of red curls.
Leo's eyes had dropped to her legs, watching the partial striptease with appreciation.
He smiled as her curls came into view, an approving expression on his face.
"Very pretty, Meg," he said. "Do you trim?"
"Yes," she whispered. She didn't know why she didn't just drop her skirt back down any more than she knew why she'd pulled it up in the first place. All she knew was that she was more aroused than she'd ever been in her life.
She couldn't help but wonder how Russ would react when she told him. If she told him. Thinking about him almost made her drop the skirt, but then Leo was stepping forward and her fingers tightened convulsively as he closed the small space between them.
"You're a very beautiful woman, Meg," he said, his voice deep, compelling. Meg stared up at him, still holding onto her skirt, absolutely breathless and wondering what he would do next. Frozen, waiting to find out. "With a lovely pussy. I wonder if your tits are as pretty."
Her hands jerked toward her breasts, but she stopped, because she couldn't show them to him without letting go of her skirt, and she suddenly desperately wanted to do both.
Leo chuckled, and answered as if he'd read her mind. "Keep your skirt up, beautiful, I'll take your tits out myself."
For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to protest as he placed his hands on her waist and then slid them up to cup her breasts.
She made a small whimpering sound in her throat, staring up at him, into his eyes, as his large hands closed around the soft mounds.
His hands were huge, bigger than Russ', but her breasts were still large enough that they spilled out around his fingers.
"Oh yes, you have very nice tits, Meg," he said, his fingers gliding up to pull down her neckline.
The sundress stretched easily as he reached into her top and pulled her breasts up, her nipples puffy and swollen, eager to be touched.
His hands felt hot on her skin, his fingers rougher than her husband's and so much more exciting.
Meg quivered as he fondled her, plucking her nipples, making her breasts feel swollen and achy. She began to pant for breath, wondering how she was going to explain this to Russ... but he was the one who had told Leo she wasn't wearing panties, wasn't he? He was the one who had made this bet...
But she couldn't imagine he'd be happy about this.
She just couldn't speak up to make Leo stop either.
Her nipples burned as he pinched and pulled them, and she made little noises in the back of her throat, leaning in towards him in earnest as he tormented her breasts, his gaze flicking between her face and her breasts, gauging her reactions.
"Oh please!" she begged when he pinched the tender buds particularly hard, making her go slightly up on her toes, her fingers squeezing the fabric of her skirt.
"Please what?" he asked in a deep murmur, rolling the little nubbins between his fingers. They throbbed, sending little darts of pleasure straight to her pussy, which spasmed with need.
"I... I..." Meg closed her eyes, gulping, unable to bring herself to say. This was wrong! It was so, so wrong, and yet she let it keep going.
"Open your eyes and look at me, Meg." At his command, her eyes popped back open, full of pleading—begging him to take care of her... begging him not to make her say it... "Do you need to cum, Meg?"
Face flaming, Meg nodded.
She did. She needed it so, so badly. It didn't matter that Russ had been having sex with her more often now.
She was more aroused right now than she had been in years—maybe than she ever had been in her entire life.
But she just couldn't bring herself to say it, as if by not speaking, by not actually asking, it was less of a betrayal of her marriage vows.
Both hands dropped away from her breasts, making her want to cry out at the loss; but just as quickly Leo Crisp had one arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her toward him, while his other hand slid between her thighs.
Meg's gasp was lost in his kiss as his lips suddenly came down on hers, his fingers probing at the wet, hot flesh of her pussy.
The whole area felt swollen, sensitive, and just his touch was electrifying.
She stiffened as his tongue entered her mouth, tasting completely unfamiliar and unlike her husband.
Somehow, when she'd nodded her head, she hadn't imagined him actually kissing her.
Now she could taste him, feeling the long line of his body pressed against hers, one strong arm holding her up, holding her captive, while his other hand rubbed against her pussy.
Her breasts flattened against his chest, her nipples rubbing against the soft material of his shirt, stimulating her further, and she moaned into his kiss as she felt one large finger slide into her needy pussy.
It felt so good her knees nearly buckled.
She was overwhelmed by the sensations, but the wrongness of what was happening, by this fantasy come to life.
Russ had already primed her to think of Leo sexually, but that didn't compare to the reality.
Didn't prepare her for how his mouth would claim hers, how he'd demand a response from her with his tongue, how his finger would curve wickedly inside of her and touch exactly the right spot, how the heel of his hand would press against her swollen clit and rub the bundle of her nerves in a circular motion that sent her soaring.
Leo's finger pumped, fucking her tight sheath, stealing her air with his kiss.
She felt light-headed as her pleasure quickly climbed, her orgasm coming hard and fast, so that she finally let go out of her skirt and reached out to cling to him as he finger-fucked her into glorious erotic bliss.
Her screams of ecstasy were muffled by his mouth, but tears ran down her cheeks at the intensity of her pleasure and her roiling emotions as she was finally pushed over the edge.
She shuddered, spent, whimpering, as his finger movements slowed and the press against her clit gentled. Leo wrung every last bit of pleasure from her before finally sliding his finger from her quivering pussy and lifting his mouth from hers.
Meg's lips felt swollen from his kiss, her gaze dazed as she watched him lift his glossy, cream-coated finger to his mouth and insert it, sucking her pussy juices from the digit. It was erotically depraved, and her pussy fluttered in response. Russ had never done anything like that before.
"Thank you, beautiful," he said, dropping another kiss on her lips.
This time she could taste herself, along with his intrinsic flavor, and she wanted to shudder and pull away... but she didn't. She just let him kiss her, met his tongue with hers, and knew it was her own orgasm, her own betrayal she was tasting.
When he pulled away, straightening up, Meg frowned in confusion as he turned around.
"But..." At her short protest, he turned around, looking at her almost quizzically. There was a huge bulge in the front of his pants, the erection she hadn't quite been able to rub against because of his hand between her legs. "What about you?"
With an enigmatic smile, Leo just replied, "Next time, beautiful."
And then he opened the door and was gone.