"Here," he said, tugging her hand down, his voice husky with excitement. "Do it right here."
She felt the urge to roll her eyes, which she pushed away. So her husband was a little obsessed with what she'd done with Leo, that made sense right? Especially since he'd watched the culmination of it.
Getting on her knees, she felt a little thrill of excitement, remembering what she'd done with Leo... and she told herself it was just as exciting when Russ pressed his dick to her lips and began to thrust into her mouth.
But what excited her the most was thinking about Leo.
CHAPTER SIX
By the secondday 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 evenlike 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 screamingNo!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.
