CHAPTER ONE
Leaning backin the padded chair, Meg Walters rubbed her fingers over her needy pussy, moaning a little as she watched the scene play out.
In the past six months, she'd become rather addicted to internet porn. Probably because her husband's libido seemed to have waned, leaving her unsatisfied night after night. When they'd first married, they'd had sex almost daily. Now, seven years later, they barely had sex more than once a month, if that.
Sometimes she wondered if he was cheating on her, but when she'd finally given into the awful temptation to look through his phone and email, she hadn't found anything. A little demon had possessed her at that point and she'd gone through his social media profiles and then his browser history. Nothing. Not even a single sketchy website.
Thinking about sketchy websites was what had led her to looking for porn sites on her own. And it seemed like the more she watched, the more extreme scenes appealed to her.
Right now, the actress on screen was taking on three guys at once—one in her mouth, one in her pussy, and one in her ass. Meg moaned as she rubbed her pussy harder, her own little tiny asshole clenching. She'd tried to put one of her fingers in thereonce, but it had felt so weird and uncomfortable that she hadn't tried again... she still liked to imagine it though. The expression on the porn star's faces when they took it in the ass always drew her; pain, pleasure, and maybe even a little pride as they took a huge cock up their tightest hole. She figured the fantasy just appealed to her more than the reality, and she was totally okay with that.
Sliding her fingers through her red curls, she circled her clit, whimpering as she humped her hips up and down, her other hand on her breast, pinching her nipple hard enough to make the little bud tingle. It hurt, but it felt good too, and the little bit of pain really got her going. Watching the actress on screen being plowed in all three holes, Meg could only imagine what that might be like... her husband, Russ, in her pussy, two nameless, faceless men in her ass and mouth...
With a high cry, she came hard, her pussy creaming as she rubbed and rubbed and rubbed, feeling herself spasm emptily.
Empty was, unfortunately, how many of her orgasms felt, she thought sadly as she turned off the porn. No point in paying for minutes she wasn't actually using to get off. Lately she felt kind of sad after she finished masturbating. After all, it wasn't the same as having a man atop her.
"See that guy over there?That's Leo Crisp. He's new in my department and he totally wants to fuck you." The scent of rum and coke wafted from Russ' mouth as he whispered in Meg's ear; she was only half listening until the startling conclusion of her husband's statement. Her head whipped around to see who he was talking about.
Standing nearly a head above everyone else around him, a very handsome man was seriously listening to something Russ' boss, Mr. Cleaver, was saying and nodding his head. He had very broad shoulders that filled out his suit jacket nicely and an obviously trim, muscular body. Dark hair was closely cropped to his head, and he had a strong jawline and a Roman nose.
"What did you just say?" Meg whispered back. She couldn't possibly have heard her husband correctly.
"Leo. Wants to fuck you." The tone of Russ' voice was confusing her, he sounded both kind of angry and kind of excited at the same time. His hand slipped down to cup her ass, shocking her not just because they were at a work party for Russ' company, but because he hadn't touched her like that in ages.
"What are you talking about?" Meg whispered back, trying to figure out what was happening. She peeked at Leo Crisp again and found herself turning beet red when he happened to look up and meet her gaze, sending her a friendly smile. Not that turning beet red was unusual for her; she had the typical redhead complexion, very pale, creamy skin which freckled rather than tanned and bright green eyes. Still, considering what her husband had just said and the timing of Leo Crisp smiling at her... it might have been the reddest she'd ever turned.
"Come here," Russ said, sounding almost strained, tugging her along behind him.
Meg followed him willingly enough, although she couldn't help but glance back over her shoulder at Leo Crisp as Russ pulled her out of the private dining room his company had rented for the evening. To her shock, the handsome man appeared to be checking out her ass. Or maybe her legs. The dress she was wearing had a very modest neckline—she usually tried to play down her large breasts, often feeling uncomfortable with the attention they garnered—but lately she'd been experimenting with showing off her legs and ass a little. Maybehoping to draw Russ' notice, he'd always been an ass man. Instead, it appeared she'd drawn Leo Crisp's.
His eyes came up to meet hers and he winked at her just before Russ pulled her through the door.
Feeling both thrilled at the attention, and guilty about being thrilled at the attention, Meg tried to refocus on her drunken husband as he pulled her down the hallway.
"Russ? Where are we going?" she whispered when she realized they weren't even headed toward the parking lot. He was actually dragging her to the back of the restaurant. Well, dragging was really the word, she was going along willingly enough because she didn't want to cause a scene, but he was moving so quickly that it did feel like she was being dragged.
She nearly stumbled when he came to an abrupt halt and pushed open a door, pulling her through.
"The bathroom? What are we—Russ!"
Her husband pushed her up against the wall, his face flushed, and his cock like a rigid spear pressing into the softness of her stomach. Meg froze in both surprise and shock, blinking wildly as she stared up at him, trying to understand what was happening.
"Did you like him looking at you?" Russ asked, his voice harsh, but his hands gentle as they rested on her hips, slowly sliding up the sides of her body. Meg felt her nipples pucker, her body immediately coming alive at her husband's touch, excited tobetouched. "Do you like him lusting after you?"
"Russ... I don't know what you mean... I wore this dress for you," Meg said, feeling at a loss. She was so confused by what was happening. It seemed like Russ was both angry and aroused by the idea of Leo Crisp looking at her. He seemed upset that she might have incited lust in another man, and yet his hands had now reached her breasts and were beginning to knead themthrough her dress. Russ was drunk but not so drunk he didn't know what he was doing.
There was a wild look in his eyes that she didn't recognize, and she thought maybe she should be scared, but as he squeezed her breasts all she could feel was arousal as her body awakened, excited to be touched by someone other than herself.
"You might have worn it for me, but the other guys noticed it," Russ said, sounding odd. He pinched her hard nipples through her dress and Meg's knees nearly buckled. Rocking against her, his hard cock rubbed and Meg wanted to spread her legs... did Russ want to fuck her? Right here, right now in a restaurant bathroom? During a company party? It didn't make sense, and yet there was no way Meg would say no if that was the case. They hadn't had sex in a month and a half, and the way he was touching her was making her ache. "Leo Crisp hasn't been able to take his eyes off you all night."
"He can look all he wants, I'm still yours," Meg said, rubbing herself against her husband, trying to reassure him.
She squeaked as he suddenly pulled away and then she was being pulled forward and bent over, her hands coming down on the sink to brace herself. Looking up, she could see their reflections in the mirror, Russ standing behind her and staring at her ass. His blue eyes were flashing, blond hair slightly disheveled, and his face flushed with emotion. Or arousal? She wasn't sure. His hands groped her cheeks, pulling her tight skirt up and then yanking her thong down so it was stretched between her thighs.
"Do you think he's attractive?" Russ asked, palming her ass, squeezing and releasing her cheeks.
Meg felt flustered and off balance, not only was her husband acting wildly out of character, she was becoming so horny she thought she might actually orgasm if he would just touch her clit. No rubbing necessary.
