Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
Life in the Walters household was a little strange after the BBQ where Leo Crisp had fingered Meg to orgasm and then Russ had fucked her like a madman while she told him about it.
Their conversations were somewhat stilted as if neither husband nor wife knew exactly what to say to each other.
Slowly, as the days passed and they both pretended nothing had happened, they began to relax into their normal routines again.
When Russ was around, Meg did her best not to think of Leo Crisp.
When her husband wasn't around... she had difficulty thinking of anything but.
She masturbated furiously several times a day and yet it still didn't feel like enough.
There was still an empty, gnawing ache inside of her, one which frightened her.
Even when Russ had barely been touching her sexually she hadn't felt like this.
It was as though she'd become accustomed to starving, but then someone had given her a full meal and now her stomach was demanding more, rather than returning to its normal state.
But if her erotic hunger had to be the only part of the household which didn't return to its normal state after several days, at least it was a part which she could easily hide. Her husband didn't need to know her thoughts. They were his fault anyway for having put her in such a position.
Russ' cock thrust in and out of her pussy, making Meg shudder as he kissed her, pumping his hips. When he pulled away from the kiss, his eyes were glowing.
"Would you fuck him?"
"What?" Meg asked, shocked, her pussy automatically tightening at the image of Leo Crisp which immediately popped into her mind.
She didn't need to ask Russ who he was talking about.
After all, it had barely been two weeks since Leo Crisp had touched her pussy, fingered her to orgasm.
And the first time she and Russ had had sex since then as well.
"Would you fuck him?" Russ' thrusts grew faster, a little harder as he stared down at her, his eyes willing her to answer.
"No," Meg whispered, shaking her head in denial, although a little part of her wailed at her response. "No, of course not!"
"I think you're lying," Russ growled, his hand reached down to hook her leg and slide it into the crook of his elbow, opening her pussy up even more as he increased the pace of his rhythm, his cock going even deeper. "I think you fantasize about fucking Leo Crisp."
It was as if Russ saying his name were a catalyst. Meg cried out, her pussy spasming, body shaking with the intense orgasm as Russ' body slammed against her clit.
"Yes! Yes!” She screamed as Russ shouted hoarsely, unsure if she were answering his accusation or screaming the word because of the hot rush of ecstasy washing over her.
Perhaps it didn't matter.
"Honey, I'm home. And I brought a surprise." Russ' gleeful voice echoed throughout the house as the front door slammed shut behind him.
"I'm in the kitchen," Meg called back, not even looking up from the corn cob she was shucking.
Of course she was curious about what her husband would constitute a surprise, but knowing Russ it could be anything from bringing her a flower bouquet to a promotion at work.
She was already a little behind in making dinner because she'd gotten caught up masturbating and had lost track of the time while she'd been watching porn, and she knew Russ would come straight to the kitchen to show her whatever the surprise was.
"Look who came over for dinner," Russ said, his dress shoes clicking against the tile floor of the kitchen as he walked across the room.
Meg's head swung up, her heart stuttering in her chest, but she already knew what she would see. Leo Crisp's dark eyes, both hungry and amused, as he drank in the sight of her at the kitchen counter, sauntering behind her husband as if his presence wasn't both a shock and entirely outrageous.
Coming around the island, Russ dipped his head to give her a quick kiss on the cheek, seemingly oblivious to the way she'd frozen and how her hands had begun to tremble.
They felt numb, her head felt foggy... and her nipples hardened and her pussy clenched and a strange excitement began to throb through her.
"Hello again, Meg," Leo Crisp said, his white teeth flashing as he leaned against the other side of the island. The green button-down shirt he was wearing seemed to strain over his shoulders, barely containing his muscles.
"Say hello, sweetie," Russ prompted her after a long moment, his hand sliding down her back to pat her bottom. Her thighs pressed together.
"Hello again," she whispered. She couldn't think of anything else to say.
What else could she say?
"Can I get you something to drink, Leo?" Russ asked, dropping his hand away from Meg's butt and heading towards the fridge.
She turned her head to watch him, because the other option was meeting Leo's gaze, and she had the sudden image of Russ as a puppy—maybe a golden retriever—wagging his tail and eager to please.
She just didn't understand why he behaved that way around Leo Crisp.
But then, she didn't understand her own behavior around Leo Crisp either.
"Do you have any wine?" Leo asked.
"No, we don't usually drink wine, but I can run out and grab some," Russ said easily, shutting the fridge door and already heading back around to the other side of the island.
"What?" Meg asked, suddenly realizing her husband meant to leave her alone with Leo Crisp. Again. This time in their own home. Knowing full well what had happened last time.
Her thighs pressed together even as nervousness made her tremble.
What was happening to her life?!
"Red or white?" Russ asked.
"I like Cabernet the best," Leo said, a little smile on his face.
"Russ... wait..."
"I'll be back in a few, just keep Leo entertained while I'm gone," Russ said breezily. Meg's mouth dropped open as she watched her husband's back disappear into the hallway, the front door opening and slamming shut a moment later.
Her teeth clicked as her jaw snapped shut, her head whipping around to see Leo Crisp still leaning casually against her kitchen island, staring at her with lust in his dark eyes.
"I... I um... would you like some water for now?" she asked timidly, trying to do what she and Russ had been doing for the past couple of weeks and pretend as though everything was normal.
"That sounds great," he said easily. A tiny part of her relaxed. Maybe this wasn't what she thought.
She ignored the niggling disappointment as she turned away from the island to get a glass. Even with her back to him, she was so aware of his presence, she immediately knew when he moved and began to come around the side of the island to where she was.
Anxiety, excitement, lust, guilt, fear, all rose up inside of her, jarring her with conflicting emotions.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice squeaking as he approached, her back pressed against the cold counter.
"There's something else I'd like, too," he said, stopping in front of her and leaning forward to brace his hands on either side of her, effectively trapping her. Meg's heart fluttered, her pussy throbbing. She should run but...
Russ knew. Russ had to know. It seemed like he wanted it.
And if Meg was being honest with herself, she wanted it too. So badly.
So when Leo lowered his head to kiss her, she just closed her eyes and parted her lips for his tongue, unresisting as he began kissing her.
He tasted good and she moaned as his body pressed up against hers, trapping her against the counter, his hands moving to her sides and sliding up the inside of her shirt.
Her skin tingled where his palms and fingers passed over it, and as his hands moved, they dragged her shirt up and she could feel the coolness of the counter against her back and the hard, hot shaft of his cock pressing into her stomach.
She moaned again as his hands reached her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them.
.. and then moving away as he suddenly pulled away from the kiss and tugged her shirt off up over her head.
"Oh!" she said, feeling suddenly unsure as she was left there in her bra, which Leo was already reaching around behind her to undo. "I..."
"It's okay, Meg," he said, his deep voice soothing. "I just want to see these pretty tits again."
The clasp of her bra clicked and she let her arms drop so the straps of her bra could slide down them, leaving her topless in the middle of her kitchen.
She barely had time to feel cold or too vulnerable before Leo was groaning, his fingers splayed over her aching flesh as he squeezed them roughly.
Moaning, Meg leaned back against the counter, her back arching, offering up her breasts to him as he squeezed the taut pink nipples, tugging on them and pinching them so delicious pain-tinged pleasure rippled through her.
"Do you want to give me what I really want, beautiful?" he asked, his eyes almost hypnotic as he stared at her, playing with her breasts.
"Yes," she whispered, shuddering with need as her pussy creamed even harder. Because, no matter how shameful it was, it was also the truth.
"On your knees, sweetheart," he said, using her breasts to pull her downward.
Meg sank down, knowing what was going to happen, but she was already lost to the hazy fog of her own lust and Leo's commanding dominance.
She wanted to give him what he wanted. Whatever he wanted.
Here, kneeling on the kitchen floor of the house she shared with her husband, who had left her here with Leo.
Who surely knew what was bound to happen.
There was a certain sense of inevitability to it all, really. As if her entire life, from the moment Russ had first mentioned Leo Crisp's name, had been leading to this exact moment when he put her on her knees and unzipped his pants to bring forth a monster cock.