"Um..." Part of her brain said the correct answer was no, but her brain wasn't working very well at the moment.
"You do, don't you?" Russ asked, oddly insistent, as though the correct answer was yes. Which was the true answer, even if it felt wrong for Meg to actually say so, especially in this moment when her husband had her bent over and naked from the waist down. "Would you have come back here with him?"
"What?! Russ... I..." Meg squealed as Russ' fingers pushed into her pussy from behind, making her muscles clench and convulse as pleasure shot through her. She gasped at the sensation of being stretched open, his fingers much wider and rougher than hers ever were.
"Would you have let him touch you like this?"
"Russ... no... of course not..." She gasped out the words in between the pumping thrusts of his fingers, her ass backing towards him almost in contrast to her words.
"He wants to fuck you... just like this..."
Somehow Russ had gotten his cock out, and as soon as he pulled his fingers from her needy pussy, he was lining his dick up and shoving into her body. Meg tried not to cry out too loudly as the pure, erotic pleasure of being filled with cock washed over her. Russ' hands gripped her hips as he started thrusting, hard and fast, almost desperate.
Fortunately, she was already primed, horny, just from the little bit of touching, which had amplified her usual needy state. She bit her fist as she came, just moments before Russ did, her legs trembling with the effort of staying upright while ecstasy pounded into her with every thrust. Russ throbbed and swelled inside of her, groaning as he came, pulse after pulse of cum.
When he was finished, he slumped slightly, his gaze meeting hers in the mirror and then skittering away like he was upset or ashamed.
"We've gotta get back to the party. Don't take too long cleaning up."
That was all her husband said before he abruptly pulled up his pants and left her standing there, still bent over the sink with her skirt around her hips. Bewildered, Meg wondered what the hell had just happened.
CHAPTER TWO
Oh this was awkward...this was so, so awkward.
After Meg had gotten herself cleaned up, her pussy still sensitive from its first fucking in weeks, she'd hurried back out to the party. Fortunately, no one had noticed her absence, but she was distinctly uncomfortable as Russ' cum was slowly leaking out of her and onto her thong. Maybe that's why she'd been so distracted and hadn't realized how drunk her husband was getting.
As soon as she had, she'd quickly done damage control and got him moving so they could make the rounds and say goodbye. She'd been congratulating herself on a job well done when they'd been back out in the hallway, heading toward, the parking lot, and Russ had suddenly lurched and stumbled, unable to keep his feet, and practically slammed into the wall.
"Do you need help?"
The moment Meg heard that deep, compelling voice, she'd immediately known who it belonged to, and she'd turned to see Leo Crisp standing there, only a few feet away. Immediately, she'd turned bright red. After all, what other reaction could she possibly have had when the man was indirectly responsible for her panties currently being full of cum? At least, from the wayRuss had been acting, the things he'd been saying, she could only feel that Leo Crisp was indirectly responsible. She definitely couldn't look at the man without thinking about Russ bending her over in the bathroom and fucking her like an Olympic sprinter.
"Oh... no... thank you..." she said distractedly, trying to get Russ to stand up straight again. "He's just um... a bit indisposed..."
"Here, sweetheart, let me help you." Leo Crisp's voice was soothing but commanding, and Meg found herself stepping away as he came forward, pulling one of Russ' arms over his shoulder and standing up straight so that Russ was forced to as well.
This close to him, Meg felt absolutely tiny. Russ was nearly six feet to her five feet and five inches, but Leo Crisp was at least five inches taller than him. With the two men standing side by side, she couldn't help but compare Russ' red and blotchy face, his leaner frame, and scratchy five o'clock shadow to Leo Crisp's muscular shoulders and immaculate appearance. Turning red again, Meg hastily stepped back, more aware than ever of her slippery pussy lips and Russ' earlier accusations.
A wonderfully clean, spicy scent reached her nose and she realized it must be Leo Crisp's cologne. He smelled so good so she wanted to lean in and inhale, but she quickly pushed that part of her down. That part of her was the part that watched porn, it had no business rearing its horny little head here.
"Thank you so much, I'm so sorry about this," Meg said shyly as Leo got Russ moving.
Her husband groaned slightly, muttering under his breath as they walked down the hall.
"I hope you're the one driving?" Leo Crisp asked, although his tone implied that if she wasn't she was going to be in bigtrouble. She wasn't sure how he managed to make her feel like a naughty little girl with just that one question, but he did.
"Oh, yes. It's my turn to DD," she said nervously, glancing around as they went through the restaurant—which was thankfully almost empty—and then out into the parking lot. Fortunately, she didn't see any of Russ’ other coworkers. Her husband would be horribly embarrassed if he knew people had seen him like this; bad enough one other person was. Maybe he wouldn't remember tomorrow and Meg could just tell him that she'd gotten him to the car on her own.
"Good," Leo Crisp said, smiling down at her with approval. Something warm blossomed in her chest and Meg turned red again, turning away.
"We're parked over here," she said, hurrying a little, both to cut her time short with the unnerving Leo Crisp and because she didn't want to keep looking at him. Looking at the attractive man, especially with her husband making an unfortunate comparison beside him, felt wrong.
Oh... why had Russ put these ideas in her head?!
As Leo got Russ settled back into the passenger seat, Meg stood to the side watching nervously. She didn't want to come closer and accidentally touch Leo but she also felt like she should help... it was a dilemma.
Head lolling, Russ suddenly blinked and looked up at Leo. "My wife thinks you're hot."
