Chapter 3 #2
It only took seconds for the full import of everything that had just happened to hit Meg.
Blushing furiously, she pulled up the top of her sundress, the fabric sagging a bit because it had been stretched so.
Her nipples still felt acutely sensitive from the torment he'd put them through and her pussy was more slippery than ever.
As recrimination and guilt began to overcome her, Meg quietly wiped her pussy dry and then washed her hands and face, using her finger to scrub the taste of her betrayal off her tongue... it didn't quite work. She'd eat something strongly flavored as soon as she stepped outside.
But then the thought of returning to the party made her want to die.
How could she go out there and face everyone after what she'd just done?
How could she face Leo again? Or her husband?
Of course, only she and Leo knew what had happened but.
.. she felt like she should have a scarlet letter blazing on her chest.
There was no other choice, though.
Taking a deep breath, Meg opened the bathroom door.
The hallway was empty, which helped as she gathered her courage to walk back to the kitchen.
Which was also empty. Everyone was outside and she could look through the window to see everyone.
.. everyone except Leo. Frowning, she leaned forward to try and see more of the yard—unless he was still inside the house?
The door between the deck and the kitchen opened and Meg jumped as she abruptly straightened.
"There you are," her husband said, looking cheerful and causing the most awful surge of guilt to rush through her. "Are you about ready to head out?"
"Yes!" Meg blurted, so quickly and loudly her husband looked a bit surprised. She turned beet red and tried to speak more normally. "Yes, I'd like to go."
"Right then, let's go say our goodbyes."
When it turned out Leo Crisp had already left while she'd been washing her hands in the bathroom, Meg told herself she wasn't disappointed not to see him again. That would be ludicrous.
During the car ride home, Meg's mind whirled with a million different questions, a million different worries. How on earth was she going to bring up Leo Crisp to her husband? What would he do when she told him?
Did she have to tell him?
Yes, yes of course she had to tell him, keeping it a secret wouldn't be fair. Russ should know what had happened and decide for himself whether or not he could forgive her.
Although, maybe he know already? After all, Leo had known she wasn't wearing panties and he'd said Russ had told him. Had that been the truth?
She got her answer as soon as she and Russ got home.
"So, did you show him?" Russ asked, closing the front door behind him.
Meg nearly stumbled as she tried to turn and face him while simultaneously walking down the hall. "What?"
"Leo said he needed proof you weren't wearing panties, did you show him?" Russ asked, sounding both excited and apprehensive.
Meg stared at her husband, shocked. He really had told Leo! And knew Leo had wanted to see her bare crotch.
"Did you?" Russ demanded.
"Yes," Meg whispered, feeling the shame of it rush up again, even if her husband didn't seem upset about it.
"Tell me about it—wait, no, let's go upstairs first."
Grabbing her hand, Russ practically dragged her along behind him up to their bedroom while Meg tried to make sense of what was happening.
But there was no sense to make, was there?
Russ had told Leo Crisp to look at her naked pussy.
Did he know what else had happened? No, because he wanted her to tell him about it.
Wanted her to! Seemed excited for her to!
"Russ?" she asked, a bit timidly as he pulled her over near their bed before finally releasing her wrist.
He had the oddest expression on his face—he really did look excited, but he also looked almost like he dreaded what she was going to say. Meg didn't understand what was happening at all.
"Tell me what happened."
"Um... he, he came to the bathroom after I got in there, I didn't manage to get the door shut," Meg said.
Just as she had in that moment, she felt as though this entire situation was surreal, like perhaps she was dreaming or something.
Russ was standing very close to her, that odd gleam still in his eyes, but he wasn't touching her or anything. .. he was just so close.
"Then what?"
"He... I think he said something about how I'm beautiful and then he... he asked me if I was wearing panties. He said the two of you made a bet!" That came out rather accusatory, and Russ flushed a little, looking slightly ashamed.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart, we did make a bet but... you didn't mind too much, did you? You showed him you weren't wearing panties, so you must not have minded."
Russ' logic confused her but she couldn't quite argue with him either. What retort could she make after all? Her head felt so muddled already, if there were a good argument against his statement, she couldn't think of it right now.
"Keep going, what happened next?" This time Russ' tone of voice was more coaxing than commanding, and Meg found herself speaking almost immediately, almost defiantly.
After all, he'd apparently arranged the situation with Leo, so what happened had been his fault.
"I told him I wasn't, and then he told me to show him. So I, I picked up the hem of my dress—"
"Show me," Russ said, interrupting her, his voice insistent. "Show me what you did."
Her embarrassment came back as she did what he requested, her fingers clenching in her skirts all over again.
"Like this, I lifted it like this, and then he said I have a pretty pussy.
.. and that he bet I have pretty tits too, and that he wanted to see them.
" Her words came out in a rush, her nipples puckering slightly at the memory.
They were quite sensitive after all the pulling and pinching Leo had done to them after all.
"Did you let him?" As before, Russ sounded excited, and as Meg looked at him, she realized her husband was becoming aroused.
"He... he came to me and pulled down the front of my dress," she whispered, unable to look her husband in the eye now that she realized the source of his excitement. "And he told me my breasts were beautiful and started to play with them."
"Like this?" Russ asked, finally reaching up and touching her, pulling down the loose front of her dress so he could cup her breasts and begin gently squeezing them.
Meg stifled a little moan as she nodded her head, lying.
Russ' hands were smaller than Leo's and much gentler, but she didn't want Russ to be as rough as Leo had been—her nipples especially were too sore for more of that treatment.
Russ' breathing was becoming very heavy as he moved closer, staring down at her breasts while he squeezed and kneaded them, as if he was trying to imagine what Leo's hands might have looked like on them. "Then what?"
"He played with them for a really long time and then, he... I..." Shame rose again as she remembered, remembered the growing need he'd engendered and how close she'd come to begging him to bring her to orgasm.
"Did he touch your pussy?"
"Yes... he fingered me until I came," Meg whispered, closing her eyes, remembering.
"Get on the bed."
Her eyes flew open. "What?"
"Get on the bed—no, don't stop holding your dress up, get on the bed just like that."
Confused but obedient, Meg climbed onto the bed and lay back, her breasts hanging out of her dress, her hands holding up her skirt. Russ immediately jumped on after her, kneeling in between her thighs as he began to fumble at his pants.
"How many fingers did he use?"
"Um, one, I think."
"What did it feel like? Tell me." Russ positioned his cock at her pussy and Meg realized how wet she was from describing her encounter with Leo to her husband.
"Big... it felt big and he swirled it around inside of me—Oh!" As she spoke, Russ shoved into her pussy and started fucking her.
"Keep going, Meg, tell me how he finger-fucked you. Tell me how he got you off."
Russ' cock was bigger than Leo's finger and, while it might not have the same kind of movement, it did feel wonderfully good. She moaned and squirmed as he pumped, trying to remember the details.
"He kept pressing against my clit and my g-spot, and he kissed me to keep me quiet but I kept moaning because it felt so good..."
Her husband fucked her harder, her own arousal growing higher as she spoke.
"I could feel him probing me, stroking me, like he knew exactly where to touch me, and I just kept holding up my skirt for him -"
"Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck, Meg!" Russ rammed into her like a piston and Meg cried out, finally letting go of her skirt to reach up and hold him as her own orgasm shook her body.
To her surprise, Russ immediately started kissing her as he pumped the last of his cum into her pussy, his tongue dueling with hers, as though he was trying to taste every inch of her mouth.
Feeling somewhat dazed, Meg still didn't understand what had just happened... she only knew that it had.