"Oh!" Meg's hands flew to her mouth. She hadn't said any such thing to Russ. Her cheeks burned as Leo turned his head to look at her, giving her a lazy wink. "Mr. Crisp I..."
What was she supposed to say?No I don't? Dammit Russ!
"I think your wife is pretty hot, too," Leo Crisp said, chuckling, as he closed Russ' door.
"Mr. Crisp, I'm so sorry..." Meg's voice trailed off as Leo Crisp stepped toward her.
She should step away... move away... but her feet felt frozen to the ground.
"Don't be sorry, beautiful," Leo Crisp said, his hand coming up to cup her chin. His thumb stroked her lower lip, which dropped open at its touch. Meg's heart was beating so rapidly she thought it might jump out of her chest. "Finding someone attractive is never a crime."
They stared at each other; him so large and imposing, her feeling so small and yet aroused at the touch of this stranger, this beautiful man who was now irrevocably tied to her sex life with her husband—her husband!
"I have to go!" she cried out, jumping away, shocked at the turn her thoughts had taken. While she'd seen pornos with a storyline kind of like this, she couldn't believe that kind of thing really happened in real life. "Thank you for your help."
"Anytime, beautiful," Leo Crisp said.
He stood there watching as she pulled out of the parking lot, her husband snoring beside her, and her pussy pulsing inside her creamy panties.
Meg promised herself there would definitely not be another time. She wasn't sure what had happened tonight, but she did know one thing—it was dangerous.
"Leo Crisp asked about you today,"Russ said over dinner, three days after the company party where she'd met the man in question for the first time.
Meg's hands trembled a little as she cut her chicken, her heart fluttering. It was the first time Leo Crisp's name had been mentioned since that party and she had no idea how much Russ remembered of that night. He hadn't said anything the nextmorning, acting completely normally. But Meg had changed. Or, at least, her porn habits had. She'd found herself watching almost exclusively scenarios of cheating wives or husbands watching their wives with other men, and all she'd been able to think about were Russ' words in the bathroom and the way Leo Crisp had touched her at the end of the night.
"Oh?" she responded, not wanting to sound too eager, but also realizing Russ was waiting for some kind of reaction from her. She just didn't know what kind of reaction.
Her husband eyed her, blue eyes glinting in a dangerous manner. "He wanted to know how you're doing. I said fine."
"Oh. Well, I am. Fine, that is," Meg said, feeling keenly off balance.
Why had Leo Crisp asked about her? And why had Russ brought it up?
She wasn't sure what her husband's fascination with Leo Crisp was, but he definitely acted differently about the man than he had anyone else. There had been a few men in the past who had flirted with her, and while Russ had gotten jealous, he'd also gotten possessive. Obviously, this was different, but Meg couldn't figure out why or what Russ wanted from her.
That night Russ fucked her again, surprising her with his sudden desire as she got into bed—he was suddenly behind her, flipping up the skirt of her nightgown and sliding his hands up her body to cup her breasts. Doggy style was the kinkiest thing they'd done in months... but that wasn't why she came so quickly. She came fast and hard because, facing away from her husband, it was all too easy to imagine it was Leo Crisp's hands on her breasts, squeezing them hard, as he roughly fucked her from behind, his big cock sliding into her wet, pink pussy and making her moan.
She felt a bit guilty afterwards, but... it was just a fantasy. Fantasies were supposed to be healthy.
It wasn't as if she would ever hurt Russ by letting him know. And, to be honest, he was the one who had put the fantasy in her head in the first place.
Gettingready for the Labor Day BBQ at Russ' boss' house, Meg felt more than a little nervous. Russ had been acting weird for weeks. They'd had more sex in the past month than they had in the past two years, but...
She felt like the sex was always about Leo Crisp.
They also had sex on days when Russ told her he'd talked to Leo Crisp or when Leo Crisp had asked about her. At least, Russ would bring the other man up at some point during the evening and say that was the case, and after a while Meg knew that meant she would be getting fucked later that night. The sex was not spectacular, it was often fast and hard, but at least it was sex. Much better than masturbating.
And if her memory of Leo Crisp often invaded her mind when Russ took her from behind or when she closed her eyes while he climbed on top of her...
Well she couldn't be entirely blamed for that, right? The workings of the human brain were a mysterious thing. And it was Russ who was always bringing up Leo Crisp anyway.
Still, she wasn't looking forward to seeing the man again.
She felt anxious. Nervous. Almost as if she were about to run into a crush, but of course that wasn't the case. After all, she was a married woman. Happily married. With a sex life that was more fulfilling than it had been in years. Yes, for some reason her sex life now seemed to be tied in some way to this man, but he didn't know that. So there was no reason to feel nervous.
Walking into the bathroom, Russ stopped and frowned at her from behind as she leaned forward to put the finishing touches on her makeup. Meg could see him in the reflection, but she didn't know what had caused him to frown so she just stayed quiet and continued to brush mascara over her pale lashes.
"Is that what you're planning to wear?" he asked suddenly, his voice almost hostile.
