Her pussy clenched as she remembered how it had felt to have his big cock inside of her, fucking her relentlessly while Russ watched.
While she didn't understand why Russ had started them down this path, she had to admit she didn't hate what was happening. It was becoming easier to let go, to stop thinking he was suddenly going to haul them back to their old, boring sex life where she barely ever got laid. Whatever it was about watching her with another man, obviously it was working for him. They'd been having more sex than ever.
She supposed she should have been satisfied with that, but the truth was she was looking forward to having sex with Leo again far more than she was with her husband.
It was probably just the thrill of sex with a man outside her marriage, or maybe even sex with a man while her husband watched, but it was just so hot. She felt all fluttery and nervous, like a giddy schoolgirl with a crush—a crush who had just asked her out. Except this was so much more exciting than that.
Downstairs the front door opened and Meg's heart leaped into her throat and she went running to the top of the stairs, skidding to a halt as she looked down and saw Russ and Leo standing in the doorway. Russ looked a bit anxious, almost nervous, but Leo was as cool and collected as ever. Hearing her approach, he looked up and smiled, his eyes traveling appreciatively over her and making her blush as she descended the stairs.
Her husband was frowning slightly, but she didn't know why... and his tiny frown was nothing against Leo's blatant approval.
"Meg, you look beautiful," Leo said, smiling as he held out his hand. She took it, feeling almost shy. "You always do, but tonight you are particularly stunning."
"Thank you," she said, warmth bubbling up in her chest that he'd noticed. She'd stopped trying for Russ a while ago, since he'd never cared what she wore or how she looked, unless she looked really bad when they were going to a work function. Themost he'd cared about what she wore had been when she'd gone to his work BBQ without panties. All the rushing around she'd done all afternoon was now completely worth it.
Bending down, Leo kissed her, sliding one arm around her waist to bend her back as his tongue possessively claimed her mouth. Meg moaned at the feel of his hot, hard body against hers, his frame encircling hers and holding her up. It was just a hello kiss and yet it was so passionate, so eager, like he'd been anticipating seeing her as much as she had him.
When he pulled away, he still held her in his arms, smiling down at her. "What's for dinner? It smells amazing."
Already flushed from the hot kiss, Meg practically glowed with pleasure at his praise. "It's just a chicken casserole," she said, suddenly feeling uncertain. Maybe she should have made something fancier, something with more effort for him...
"Mmm, my favorite comfort food," Leo said, grinning widely.
He started to walk down the hall, his arm around her waist to guide her along with him, and Meg was almost startled when she realized she'd completely forgotten her husband's presence until she heard him following him down the hall. Glancing over her shoulder, she gave him an apologetic smile. Should she have kissed him first? Should she stop Leo and kiss him now?
But Russ' eyes were glued to where Leo's arm was around her waist, and the erection pressing against the front of his pants said he was just fine with how things were. Internally, Meg shrugged and returned to Leo's conversation as he asked her how her day went. Sure that he would be bored by her mundane life, she tried to gloss over it quickly, but he pressed, including asking for details about the casserole recipe and Meg found herself dominating the dinner conversation for the first time... well, definitely the first time in weeks if not months. Russ usually assumed his day was more interesting than hers—and she'd always thought he must be right when it was compared tohis day's activities—but now he was the one being quiet, and Leo was listening to everything she had to say with an encouraging smile on his face and questions that proved he was actually listening.
So by the time they finished dinner and Leo leaned back in his chair, directing Russ to do the dishes while Meg gave him a blow job, she was more than eager to give him the best damn blowjob she'd ever given.
"Clothes off," he said, undoing the front of his pants, his thick cock springing out. He fisted its length, pumping gently, apparently wanting to jerk himself off while he watched her strip.
Feeling both awkward and sexy at the same time, with Leo's focus totally on her and Russ' eyes flitting back and forth between her and the dishes, she undid the buttons on the front of her blouse. Leo's eyes flared in appreciation as she let the blouse slip down her arms, totally exposing her creamy breasts cupped by the soft green lace. Wanting him to have the full effect, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her skirt, pushing it off her hips and down her legs to pool on the floor around her feet, before straightening back up so Leo could see the matching set.
"Wait," he said, his voice rasping as she started to reach behind her for the clasp of her bra. "Stay just like that and come suck my cock."
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 higherwhere 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."
