Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
By the second day after Leo's visit, Meg's pussy was fully recovered and she was horny again—which was a good thing, because Russ' libido was definitely operating at teenage boy levels.
He was even more interested in sex with her than he had been when they'd first gotten together.
Meg wasn't going to complain though; he was taking his time more, playing with her breasts and nipples, even doing some dirty talk.
Okay, so it wasn't quite as exciting as it had been with Leo Crisp, but just the memories of Leo made her cum hard and fast.
Besides, at least some of Leo's appeal had to be the draw of the forbidden, right?
She shouldn't have sucked off another man, shouldn't have fucked him, and definitely shouldn't have done both in front of her husband.
That level of taboo probably made the experience hotter than it would have been if she'd been single and just met Leo on the street somewhere.
Russ was definitely turned on by the taboo too, obviously.
Some part of her hoped Russ might mention Leo again or even just bring him over, but after several days she lost hope on that. And then felt guilty for hoping. After all, it wasn't even like she was horny anymore; Russ was fulfilling all of her sexual needs. They were fucking like bunnies.
And if he never brought up Leo during his dirty talk anymore, that didn't mean she couldn't still think about Leo.
Then, a week and a half after Leo's visit, Russ brought him up again.
"I talked to Leo today," Russ said casually over dinner, although the way he was looking at her didn't seem casual at all. He was staring at her, his blue eyes practically glowing, like he was intensely focused on her reaction.
But most of her reactions were inside. Her heart beat a little faster, her pussy clenched, her nipples tightened... things her husband couldn't see.
"Oh? How he is?" she asked, because what was she supposed to say, after all?
"He'd like to come over again for dinner," Russ said, his voice so deliberately casual it sounded like he was reading from a script rather than actually having a conversation. "Would that be alright with you?"
Yes! some part of her wanted to scream.
But the other part of her was screaming No! just as loudly.
Because...
Leo Crisp was dangerous.
The last time he'd come over, it was like him fucking her was this big, inevitable moment. Then he'd done it and gone and...
Did she want to say no because she was afraid of what he would do, or she was afraid she would become addicted to him and he would disappear?
After all, it had been more than week since Russ had brought him up again.
But was that because Russ had been putting him off or because Leo hadn't been interested?
Thinking about the latter hurt a little.
She was like a little girl with a crush, afraid to talk to the boy she liked because what if he didn't like her?
So she did what any sensible person would do in a no-win situation; she threw the choice to someone else.
"It's up to you," she said, her heart thumping. "Whatever you want to do is fine with me."
That night, Russ fucked her furiously doggy style. The next day, he texted her to say that Leo was coming over for dinner that night.
Dinner was in the oven. Meg had been more organized today than ever before. She'd decided on casserole, because it could cook while she got ready before Leo came over.
Even though it was silly to think of this as a date, she couldn't help herself.
She tried not to be too obvious, but she wore a skirt and pretty, low-cut blouse, with her laciest underwear underneath—a matching green set that brought out the color of her eyes.
She did her makeup. Not a lot; she went for the natural look, trying to highlight her best features.
Her hair she left down in soft waves around her face and shoulders.
Men liked that, right? Leo had seemed to like sliding his fingers into her hair last time.
Biting her lower lip, she twisted this way and that in front of the mirror, trying to see herself the way someone else might.
She thought she looked pretty good, even if her lacy underwear was covered up by her clothing.
She'd definitely put more care into how she looked than she normally did for a regular dinner, and Leo had liked her just fine the last time.
Her pussy clenched as she remembered how it had felt to have his big cock inside of her, fucking her relentlessly while Russ watched.
While she didn't understand why Russ had started them down this path, she had to admit she didn't hate what was happening.
It was becoming easier to let go, to stop thinking he was suddenly going to haul them back to their old, boring sex life where she barely ever got laid.
Whatever it was about watching her with another man, obviously it was working for him. They'd been having more sex than ever.
She supposed she should have been satisfied with that, but the truth was she was looking forward to having sex with Leo again far more than she was with her husband.
It was probably just the thrill of sex with a man outside her marriage, or maybe even sex with a man while her husband watched, but it was just so hot.
She felt all fluttery and nervous, like a giddy schoolgirl with a crush—a crush who had just asked her out.
Except this was so much more exciting than that.
Downstairs the front door opened and Meg's heart leaped into her throat and she went running to the top of the stairs, skidding to a halt as she looked down and saw Russ and Leo standing in the doorway.
Russ looked a bit anxious, almost nervous, but Leo was as cool and collected as ever.
Hearing her approach, he looked up and smiled, his eyes traveling appreciatively over her and making her blush as she descended the stairs.
Her husband was frowning slightly, but she didn't know why... and his tiny frown was nothing against Leo's blatant approval.
"Meg, you look beautiful," Leo said, smiling as he held out his hand. She took it, feeling almost shy. "You always do, but tonight you are particularly stunning."
"Thank you," she said, warmth bubbling up in her chest that he'd noticed.
She'd stopped trying for Russ a while ago, since he'd never cared what she wore or how she looked, unless she looked really bad when they were going to a work function.
The most he'd cared about what she wore had been when she'd gone to his work BBQ without panties.
All the rushing around she'd done all afternoon was now completely worth it.
Bending down, Leo kissed her, sliding one arm around her waist to bend her back as his tongue possessively claimed her mouth.
Meg moaned at the feel of his hot, hard body against hers, his frame encircling hers and holding her up.
It was just a hello kiss and yet it was so passionate, so eager, like he'd been anticipating seeing her as much as she had him.
When he pulled away, he still held her in his arms, smiling down at her. "What's for dinner? It smells amazing."
Already flushed from the hot kiss, Meg practically glowed with pleasure at his praise. "It's just a chicken casserole," she said, suddenly feeling uncertain. Maybe she should have made something fancier, something with more effort for him...
"Mmm, my favorite comfort food," Leo said, grinning widely.
He started to walk down the hall, his arm around her waist to guide her along with him, and Meg was almost startled when she realized she'd completely forgotten her husband's presence until she heard him following him down the hall.
Glancing over her shoulder, she gave him an apologetic smile.
Should she have kissed him first? Should she stop Leo and kiss him now?
But Russ' eyes were glued to where Leo's arm was around her waist, and the erection pressing against the front of his pants said he was just fine with how things were.
Internally, Meg shrugged and returned to Leo's conversation as he asked her how her day went.
Sure that he would be bored by her mundane life, she tried to gloss over it quickly, but he pressed, including asking for details about the casserole recipe and Meg found herself dominating the dinner conversation for the first time.
.. well, definitely the first time in weeks if not months.
Russ usually assumed his day was more interesting than hers—and she'd always thought he must be right when it was compared to his day's activities—but now he was the one being quiet, and Leo was listening to everything she had to say with an encouraging smile on his face and questions that proved he was actually listening.
So by the time they finished dinner and Leo leaned back in his chair, directing Russ to do the dishes while Meg gave him a blow job, she was more than eager to give him the best damn blowjob she'd ever given.
"Clothes off," he said, undoing the front of his pants, his thick cock springing out. He fisted its length, pumping gently, apparently wanting to jerk himself off while he watched her strip.
Feeling both awkward and sexy at the same time, with Leo's focus totally on her and Russ' eyes flitting back and forth between her and the dishes, she undid the buttons on the front of her blouse.
Leo's eyes flared in appreciation as she let the blouse slip down her arms, totally exposing her creamy breasts cupped by the soft green lace.
Wanting him to have the full effect, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her skirt, pushing it off her hips and down her legs to pool on the floor around her feet, before straightening back up so Leo could see the matching set.
"Wait," he said, his voice rasping as she started to reach behind her for the clasp of her bra. "Stay just like that and come suck my cock."