Leo's dirty talk got Meg even hotter and seemed to have the same effect on Russ, whose cock was already growing in his hand again as he began to slowly move his hand up and down the thickening shaft.
"Does it feel good, beautiful?" Leo asked, ramming into her from behind. "Are you enjoying my cock?"
"Yes," Meg whispered, shuddering at even that admission.
"You like my big cock filling up your tight little pussy, don't you sweetheart?"
"Yes... oh yes..."
Russ was now starting to move his hand faster again, the dirty talk getting to him every bit as much as it was Meg.
"Do you like having your husband watching you getting fucked by a bigger cock than his?"
When she didn't answer immediately, Leo's hand lifted from her hip and came down on her ass, spanking her, and making her clench at the stinging swat.
"Yes!"
"You're going to cum on my cock, while your husband watches, aren't you beautiful?"
"Oh God, yes!”Meg screamed, choking on the force of her cry as Leo plowed into her from behind. She closed her eyes against the shocked gaze of her husband, who had never heardher sound like that before, as the most intense orgasm of her life so far hit her like a freight train.
It was heat and light, ecstatic bliss that careened through her body and sent her reeling. Her pussy clenched, spasming around Leo's huge dick, tears actually sliding from the corners of her eyes at the intensity of her orgasmic rapture. His hands on her hips were the only thing holding her up as he thrust twice more and then planted himself deep inside of her, his fingers tightening as he throbbed.
Wet heat spurted inside of her; he was so big she could feel every jet of cum as it traveled the length of his dick and released into her pussy. The sensation was shocking, hot, and sent her on another wave of blinding ecstasy, her fingers digging into the bed, trying to pull herself away from the intense sensations as they became almost too much to bear. But Leo held her fast, his dick fully buried, his groin rubbing against her splayed pussy lips, until her spasming sheath had milked every last drop of cum from him.
Only then did he finally give her bottom a little pat and caress, approvingly, and finally pull out.
Meg practically collapsed without him holding her up, twisting so she fell onto her side rather than her front. It was the side where Russ was still sitting, looking frozen, erect dick in his hand.
With a chuckle, Leo rose from the bed, his thick cock hanging, glossy with her cream, between his legs. She could already feel the copious amount of cum he'd just filled her with starting to leak from her pussy, as if her body couldn't contain it all.
"You look like you still have a bit of a problem there, Russ," Leo said. He gestured to Meg. "You can go ahead and fuck her now."
For a moment she thought her husband might protest—it did seem odd, after all, Leo giving Russ permission to fuck his own wife. Meg almost wished that he hadn't. Her pussy felt ravaged. Sore. Stretched from his huge cock. Already filled to overflowing with his cum.
But then Russ was already climbing onto the bed and... well, he was her husband. The man she should be having sex with. If he wanted to have sex with her after watching her with another man, that was his prerogative, wasn't it? Besides, Leo had told him to.
Russ' dick pushed into her pussy with a squelching noise, and she could feel more of Leo's cum leaking out around the length which was now inside her. She could truly feel the difference between their cocks now, but it didn't matter. She was so wet, so swollen and sensitive from the raw fucking Leo had given her, as Russ humped and pumped into her well-used pussy, she ended up cumming again anyway.
His own cry of orgasm quickly followed behind as she shuddered underneath him.
It was only after Russ had fallen atop her, panting, that she looked around and realized Leo had already gone.
She couldn't help but feel disappointed, which only made her feel guilty all over again.
But... Russ did keep making sure they spent time with Leo. Maybe she didn't need to feel disappointed or guilty at all.
The next eveningwhen Russ got home, Meg hid her small disappointment that he'd come alone. After all, her pussy still didn't feel fully recovered from being fucked by Leo Crisp. She hadn't even been able to play with herself, not really. Only thegentlest rubbing, and that hadn't been enough to get her off, although she hadn't really felt a dire need to cum anyway. Leo had fully satisfied her needs in a way she'd never experienced before.
She'd just wanted to touch her pussy and feel how sore it was, feel the after effects of being fucked by him...
Unfortunately, Russ wanted to touch her pussy when he got home too, and she wasdefinitelytoo sore for that.
"Ow... please, honey, I'm too sore," she begged. "Can I suck you off instead?"
To her relief, her husband's eyes lit up at the idea. "Yeah but... downstairs."
Too happy she wasn't going to have to have sex with him while her pussy was still recovering, Meg let him take her hand and lead her downstairs into the kitchen. Her eyes widened as he led her over to almost the exact spot where she'd gotten on her knees for Leo and where Russ had watched her do so.
