Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Dinner was eaten at the table, Meg still topless and sitting between the two men while they were across from each other.
She didn't know what to say so she said very little at all, but squirmed as her attention drifted in and out of the conversation, which was mostly about their work.
She was so aroused she could hardly stand it, and yet she couldn't bring herself to say so. It was too humiliating. Too wrong.
Although everything they were doing right now was wrong, it felt right. Why did it feel so right?
Once their plates were empty and the conversation slowly died down, Leo Crisp leaned back in his chair and Meg realized whatever else was going to happen tonight, it was going to start now. He had that look in his eye again.
"Russ, why don't you clear these dishes and clean up. Meg here is going to suck my cock and get it nice and hard, so I can fuck her as soon as you're done."
Shocked, aroused, completely conflicted about whether or not she should protest or accept this plan, Meg looked across the table at her husband.
His blue eyes met hers, conflicted as well, and for a moment—just a moment—she thought Russ might put an end to the insanity.
But then his eyes flicked back to Leo and then over to Meg's breasts, and he gave a kind of short little nod, stood up, and started gathering their plates.
Scooting back in his chair, Leo undid the front of his pants again and pulled out his cock. It was not as large as it had been before, but it was hardly small either.
"Take off the rest of your clothes and come here, beautiful," he said, cupping his soft cock with one hand as he held out his other.
For the second time in two hours, Meg found herself back on her knees in front of him, this time totally naked, her pussy already creaming as she thought about being fucked by the big, fat, meaty cock which was already starting to grow as she gently suckled its swelling length.
Knowing she was sucking it to get it ready to fill her pussy.
While her husband did the dishes and watched.
Because Leo shifted them slightly, ensuring that Russ had good view of his wife on her knees, pleasuring his co-worker.
Leaning back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head, Leo stared down at her and watched her work, her head starting to bob as his cock grew between her lips.
Meg pressed her thighs together, feeling squirmy and needy.
She'd never imagined being in a situation like this, but she couldn't deny she was becoming incredibly excited.
Leo was an incredibly dominant man and he called to something inside of her, some desire she'd never really been able to define until now. Russ had never really acted like this during sex with her, not even when he'd been more interested in having it more often.
"Mmmm, that's good, Meg... you've got a nice, hot little mouth.
Get my cock nice and hard so I can fuck you.
" That deep voice, those blunt words, had an effect on both Meg and Russ; she could see her husband bending forward and scrubbing furiously at the dishes, hurrying to finish them because he wanted to watch Meg be fucked.
Meg sucked harder, as if her level of excitement was directly in correlation to the swelling of Leo's cock.
She bobbing her head up and down the stiff length, using her tongue to coax him larger and larger, choking a little as his cock began to press into her throat again.
Groaning, Leo leaned back his head, obviously enjoying her ministrations.
"I'm done," Russ said, panting a little, sounding as though he'd just finished some kind of exercise.
"Fantastic," Leo said, reaching down to thread his fingers into Meg's hair and pull her up from his cock. "Let's go upstairs."
Russ led the way, Meg naked and walking behind him, while Leo brought up the rear, walking just very slightly behind Meg with his hand on her ass.
He had closed up his pants, but his cock pressed against the front of them, obviously eager to be released again.
Meg felt a little light headed as his fingers squeezed the soft flesh of her bottom, her pussy lips slipping against each other as she walked because she was so wet and aroused.
She was really going to do this... Russ really wanted her to do this.
.. to fuck another man, in their house, in their bed, right in front of him.
There was a small chair in front of the vanity Meg used to get ready in the morning, and while Leo escorted Meg over to the bed, Russ went to get the chair and sit it a few feet back from the side of the bed, where he'd have the best view.
"Lay on your back, legs spread, beautiful," Leo said, patting her bottom when she hesitated as if to say 'get moving.'
Meg glanced across the bed, to see her husband's eager face as he began unbuttoning his pants, obviously already erect and wanting to watch the show.
For a moment she thought she might turn and run, but then Leo patted her butt a little harder, almost a swat, and Meg found herself climbing up onto the bed, laying in the center on her back and spreading her legs.
She felt incredibly vulnerable and exposed, with both men watching her every move.
Leo waited until she was in position before he began to strip down, Russ already had his cock out and was fisting it with his hand.
With each man on either side of the bed, it was hard not to look back and forth between them and compare their penises.
Leo's was both thicker and longer, and Meg wanted to whimper as she thought about what it might feel like going into her small, pink pussy.
How much more her body would have to stretch to accommodate him.
His body was extremely attractive too, as he pulled off all of his clothes.
He was muscular without being bulky, crisp black hair curling over his chest, down his stomach to his neatly trimmed groin, and down his legs.
Meg thought he was quite possibly the most beautiful man she'd ever seen off a movie or television screen.
Part of her expected him to just jump on top of her and start pumping, but as usual Leo didn't do what she expected.
Climbing onto the bed, he knelt down between her thighs, taking his time to draw his gaze over her body, examining every blushing inch of her creamy skin.
Leaning forward, he cupped her breasts in his hand and lowered his lips to one nipple as he began to knead her soft flesh.
Meg cried out a little as his hot, wet mouth engulfed the turgid bud, immediately sucking and nibbling and sending a direct line of pleasure to her already needy pussy.
She heard Russ let out a low groan as he watched Leo Crisp’s hands on her body, her breasts overflowing from his fingers, her nipples being teased and pulled by his mouth as he began to switch back and forth between them.
Her hands came around the back of his head as she arched underneath him, her breasts feeling swollen, nipples throbbing in response to the stimulation, her pussy seeking out his cock. While she felt the tip of him brush against her netherlips, it was not nearly enough stimulation to satisfy her.
"Oh... oh please..." She said, writhing. Leo's response was to suck her nipple harder, his teeth sinking in a little deeper around the pulsing bud. "Leo! Please!"
He released her nipple with a small pop from his mouth, his hands squeezing and massaging her breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive tips in unison to keep stimulating them.
"Please what, Meg? Tell me and Russ what you want." His eyes glinted as Russ let out another moan, obviously overcome with the eroticism of watching Leo dominate his wife.
Meg felt like crying. She was so ashamed, so conflicted, because she did want him to fuck her, but she didn't want to say it.
It had been so much easier downstairs when he'd just given her orders and she obeyed.
Now, admitting she wanted him to fuck her, wanted him inside of her while her husband sat right there and watched. .. it was too shameful.
"Please don't make me say it," she begged, letting her hands drop to her sides as he straightened up a little, his big hands still full of her breasts.
"Be a good girl," he said, almost crooning, as he pinched her nipples and tugged on them. The little flash of pain added to her extreme arousal, making her cry out. "All you have to do is say, 'Leo, I want you to fuck my pussy with your big cock.'"
She whimpered, squirmed, and then let out a shuddering moan as he released her breast with one hand and reached down between her legs, grasping the length of his cock and running the blunt head up and down her slit, teasing her clit with it.
The sound of Russ' frantic masturbation, his panting breaths, only added to the pressure.
Her husband wasn't stopping any of this; he was encouraging it, wanted to see it, wanted to hear her say it.
"L-leo... I-I want, um... I want you to-to f-fuck..." Her voice trailed off.
Almost as a reward, Leo slid his cock back down her pussy, nudging the tip against her tight hole, like a promise of what was to come if she just said the words.
"That's it beautiful," he encouraged. "What is it you want me to fuck?"
"M-my pussy!" she practically shouted the last word, she was so determined to get it out. And then shrieked with a combination of shock, pleasure, and pain as Leo thrust forward, his huge cock splitting her open.
Despite how wet she was, he was too big to take easily and her inner muscles quivered as they were forced to make way for his thick length.
He groaned as he sank into her tight heat, his face screwed with determined pleasure.
Meg felt like she could barely breathe as his cock filled her, like it was taking up all the available room in her body and leaving none for air.