Chapter 6 #2
No longer feeling awkward, Meg let her hips swing, feeling sultry as she sashayed towards Leo, kneeling down in front of him between his legs with one hand on each of his muscular thighs.
His dark eyes glowed as he angled his cock towards her mouth, holding it in place for her to lick.
Swirling her tongue around the fat head, she teased him, wetting the mushroom tip, moving around to lick her way up and down his shaft, licking his fingers at the same time.
Leo made appreciative grunting noises, not bothering to her hurry her, apparently enjoying her taking her time.
She'd just gotten her lips wrapped around his cock and started actually sucking when Russ gave a little cry of triumph. "Done! I'm done, the dishes are done!"
"Good," Leo said lazily, sliding his fingers into Meg's hair as she moved her lips down the length of his shaft, taking in as much of his cock as she could. "Come over here and help get your wife's pussy ready for me to fuck it."
Her inner muscles fluttered at the command, even though it wasn't directed at her. As she bobbed her head up and down on Leo's cock, she saw Russ out of the corner of her eye, moving toward them but obviously hesitant.
"What should I do?" he asked.
"Same thing she's doing for me," Leo said, groaning as his hips lifted slightly, pushing his dick into her throat.
Meg felt her eyes stinging with tears at the discomfort, but that didn't stop her; in fact she just tried even harder to get more of his cock between her lips.
"She's doing a damn good job of it, I think she deserves a reward. "
Russ shifted his weight back and forth, obviously unsure. "How?"
"Get on the floor, boy," Leo drawled, his fingers massaging Meg's scalp as he looked down at her. "Spread your legs, beautiful, so your husband can get his head between them."
"She's still wearing panties," Russ said, still hesitating. Meg's pussy was pulsing with need and she wanted to yell at him to get going with it, but she didn't want to take her mouth off of Leo's cock... besides, Leo had the situation under control.
"Just do the best you can," he said, sounding both patronizing and amused.
Finally, Russ got down on the ground on his back and Meg felt him scooting between her legs.
She lifted her ass higher where she was kneeling, so he could get into place, and then felt him gingerly pulling the crotch of her panties to the side so he could start licking at her pussy.
She moaned around Leo's cock at the first wet swipe of Russ' tongue, letting her leg muscles relax so her pussy dropped onto her husband's mouth.
He made a slight sound of muffled protest.
"Keep licking, boy," Leo ordered, holding Meg's head in place on his cock when she would have lifted herself back up again. "I like it when your wife moans around my dick."
Russ' tongue wiggled back up into her slit, more teasing than satisfying, and Meg made a little whimpering sound, sucking Leo's cock even harder as her own sexual need began to rise to new heights.
There was something so hot about being eaten out, kneeling over her husband's face, while she sucked another man's cock.
The scent of Leo's male musk was like an aphrodisiac, the taste of him lingering on her tongue as she ground her pussy down on Russ' mouth and increasingly frantic tongue.
Her husband was trying, but he was mostly just turning her on more, not getting her anywhere near orgasming. Meg's moans were becoming more frustrated as he kept missing her clit, sucking on her pussy lips instead. It felt good, just not good enough.
Seeming to sense her growing dissatisfaction, Leo finally tugged her hair, pulling her off of his cock as he spoke.
"Meg sounds like she needs an orgasm; let's go upstairs so I can give her one." Implicating that Russ couldn't.
Which, right now, was all too true and Meg was feeling too resentful to defend her husband. Getting up, she could see the slightly glassy eyed expression on Russ' face, his near-bafflement, all glossed with her juices on the lower half of his face. When he met her gaze, he looked almost apologetic.
He'd never been very good at oral, to be honest, even when he'd tried to engage in token foreplay.
They'd definitely never done it in that position; she'd always been on her back and he'd acted like he was bestowing a huge favor on her whenever he'd done it.
.. being in a position of power, where she'd been able to move her pussy however she liked on his mouth and tongue. .. that had been unprecedented.
Her pussy was practically throbbing with need now, anxious to be filled by Leo's cock.
Leo took her hand in his and led her, naked, down the hall to the stairs. She could hear Russ following behind them as they went up to the bedroom.
She'd already turned the sheets down and set up a chair on the side of the bed; the whole time she'd been thinking about Leo fucking her and the best angle for Russ to watch. Now it was actually going to happen, and she was already inches away from an orgasm.
"Up on the bed, beautiful," Leo said, giving her ass a little smack.
Meg squeaked, the spot stinging in a pleasant way, and immediately hopped up on the bed, laying on her back.
She spread her legs and then closed them again, unsure of what she should do.
Leo winked at her then looked back at Russ.
"Have a seat, Russ, I'll show you how to pleasure Meg with my mouth. "
Heat flamed her cheeks as Leo bent over her, while her husband sat in a nearby chair to watch, somehow managing to look simultaneously resigned and excited.
Ignoring Russ, Leo climbed onto the bed and lifted each of Meg's legs in a hand, spreading them wide and giving her splayed pussy an admiring look.
"Do you want to cum, Meg?" he asked, bending down to get into position, her legs moving up so they were draped over his broad shoulders. He was looking up along the length of her body, his hands moving up to caress her sides, teasing the undersides of her breasts.
"Yes, please!"
"Don't worry, sweetheart, unlike your husband, I'm gonna get the job done," he said with a wink.
Part of her thought she should protest—after all, Russ really had tried—but then Leo's mouth lowered to her pussy, his tongue parting her lips as his hands closed over her breasts and Meg stopped caring about defending Russ.
She moaned, her hips lifting as Leo's tongue worked up and down her sensitive folds, teasing her clit, pushing into her hole.
His hands completely engulfed her breasts, the lace itchy against her hard nipples, adding to her pleasure.
Leo ate pussy like a pro; his tongue laving her with firm strokes, seeking out all her most sensitive spots, circling her clit before sucking the tiny nub into his mouth and then releasing it again, driving her wild.
Arching and writhing, it took Meg less than two minutes before she was clutching his head between her legs, crying out with ecstasy.
With a look of supreme satisfaction on his face, he rose over her like a sensual god, giving Russ a smug look. "See? Not so hard. Your wife is a hot little thing."
Pleasure, guilt, shame, all swept through her, but Meg didn't speak up. Neither did Russ.
Looking back down at her, Leo held out his hand. "Come on up, beautiful, I want you on your hands and knees this time."
Meg let Leo arrange her exactly how he wanted; on all fours with her ass high in the air, her legs pressed together between his knees.
His hands caressed her back and ass, moving up and down her skin, arousing her all over again.
When they moved around to her front to give her breasts a squeeze, she moaned, arching her hips up and thrusting her bottom towards him.
She got the distinct impression he was taking his time in order to give Russ a show.
Her husband was practically panting as he masturbated, watching them.
"Such a pretty ass," Leo said, running his hands over it again.
She whimpered as he squeezed the cheeks, bowing her head down as if to lift her bottom higher, presenting it to him.
It didn't matter that he'd just gotten her off; her insides still felt empty. She wanted his cock inside of her.
"You want my cock, don't you beautiful?"
"Yes, Leo, please..." she begged, her body thrumming with need as he continued to fondle her. She could feel the blunt head of his cock occasionally brushing against her thighs and pussy lips, teasing her.
"Say you want my cock."
"I want your cock." The words came easily because they were true.
"You love my cock, don't you?"
"I do, I love your cock." She was practically panting for it.
Some part of her was aware of her husband watching them, his hand still stroking his own hard dick, listening to her saying how much she loved another man's cock, but that just turned her on too.
Sex with Leo was so entwined with sex with Russ in her head and the other way around, there was no separating them and all of it turned her on.
One hand stopped caressing her and she let out a little whimper as she felt his cock press against her wet slit and begin rubbing up and down the length of her pussy folds, teasing her. He kept palming her ass with his free hand, rubbing and caressing her soft mounds with an appreciative touch.
"If you had to choose, right now, for me to fuck you or your husband to fuck you, who would you choose?"
Leo's voice was soft, coaxing, as if saying they all knew the answer but he wanted to hear her say it.
Heavy guilt swept over Meg... not enough to kill her arousal, not with Leo's cock rubbing against her sensitive folds with the erotic promise of pleasure if she was a good girl who told the truth, but she still felt it. Guilt and a bit of shame.
"Who would you choose, beautiful? Whose cock do you want?"
The cock in question pressed in slightly, stretching just the very entrance to her body, making her pussy ache with the need to feel more of it, to be filled with its entire length.
Her inner muscles fluttered and she turned her head away from Russ, not wanting to see her husband's face when she inevitably answered.