"Pour us all a glass, will you?" Leo said, his breathing becoming heavier. "I'm sure Meg could use one in a minute once I cum down her throat."
Meg wanted to protest—she couldn't remember the last time she'd swallowed—but she couldn't seem to do anything but pull at her nipples and suck Leo's cock as he began to fuck her face, using her mouth like he would a pussy. Her throat burned, quivered, and then she let out a muffled squeal as he shoved fully into her mouth until her lips were wrapped around the base of his cock.
He pulsed against her tongue, her throat working as he began to cum, and she swallowed jet after jet of hot liquid which went straight down into her belly. As if to stamp his dominance on her, Leo pulled back to let the last spurt of jizz empty directly into her mouth, onto her tongue, so she had to choose to swallow rather than just having his cum poured directly down her throat. And she did.
Leo made a few more slow thrusts in and out of her mouth as his cock shrank, obviously just enjoying the sensation, before he pulled away. He looked over at Russ, who was still standing there and staring, a huge bulge straining the front of his pants.
Meg looked down, blushing bright red, because she felt vulnerable and also because part of her wanted nothing more than for Leo Crisp to lay her back on the kitchen island and fuck her until she was screaming with pleasure. She was still so horny she thought she might explode.
"Here, sweetheart, stand up," Leo said, holding out his hand to help her to her feet. "No, leave your bra and shirt there, I like looking at your tits." As Meg stood, unable to look her husband in the face, Leo reached over to pick up one of the glasses of wine and hand it to her. "Russ, go ahead and finish making dinner, I think Meg deserves a little break after all the hard work she just did."
To Meg's shock, Russ just nodded dumbly, his eyes looking almost glazed and he came forward to start shucking the corn cob she'd been working on when he and Leo had arrived. Still holding Meg's hand, Leo pulled her around to the other side of the island, and Meg had the very strange experience of standing between his legs while he sat at one of the bar stools and fondled her breasts. They both sipped wine while Russ and Leo chatted as if nothing unusual was happening. Although Russ' conversation was a little disjointed as his eyes kept falling to where Leo was fondling Meg's breast or tweaking her nipple.
Meg stayed silent and was relieved neither man seemed to expect her to speak.
After all, what could she possibly say?
CHAPTER FIVE
Dinner was eatenat 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 andthen 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.
