Meg quivered as he fondled her, plucking her nipples, making her breasts feel swollen and achy. She began to pant for breath, wondering how she was going to explain this to Russ...but he was the one who had told Leo she wasn't wearing panties, wasn't he? He was the one who had made this bet...
But she couldn't imagine he'd be happy about this.
She just couldn't speak up to make Leo stop either.
Her nipples burned as he pinched and pulled them, and she made little noises in the back of her throat, leaning in towards him in earnest as he tormented her breasts, his gaze flicking between her face and her breasts, gauging her reactions.
"Oh please!" she begged when he pinched the tender buds particularly hard, making her go slightly up on her toes, her fingers squeezing the fabric of her skirt.
"Please what?" he asked in a deep murmur, rolling the little nubbins between his fingers. They throbbed, sending little darts of pleasure straight to her pussy, which spasmed with need.
"I... I..." Meg closed her eyes, gulping, unable to bring herself to say. This was wrong! It was so, so wrong, and yet she let it keep going.
"Open your eyes and look at me, Meg." At his command, her eyes popped back open, full of pleading—begging him to take care of her... begging him not to make her say it... "Do you need to cum, Meg?"
Face flaming, Meg nodded.
She did. She needed it so, so badly. It didn't matter that Russ had been having sex with her more often now. She was more aroused right now than she had been in years—maybe than she ever had been in her entire life. But she just couldn't bring herself to say it, as if by not speaking, by not actually asking, it was less of a betrayal of her marriage vows.
Both hands dropped away from her breasts, making her want to cry out at the loss; but just as quickly Leo Crisp had one arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her toward him, while his other hand slid between her thighs. Meg's gasp was lost in his kiss as his lips suddenly came down on hers, his fingers probingat the wet, hot flesh of her pussy. The whole area felt swollen, sensitive, and just his touch was electrifying.
She stiffened as his tongue entered her mouth, tasting completely unfamiliar and unlike her husband. Somehow, when she'd nodded her head, she hadn't imagined him actually kissing her. Now she could taste him, feeling the long line of his body pressed against hers, one strong arm holding her up, holding her captive, while his other hand rubbed against her pussy. Her breasts flattened against his chest, her nipples rubbing against the soft material of his shirt, stimulating her further, and she moaned into his kiss as she felt one large finger slide into her needy pussy.
It felt so good her knees nearly buckled.
She was overwhelmed by the sensations, but the wrongness of what was happening, by this fantasy come to life. Russ had already primed her to think of Leo sexually, but that didn't compare to the reality. Didn't prepare her for how his mouth would claim hers, how he'd demand a response from her with his tongue, how his finger would curve wickedly inside of her and touch exactly the right spot, how the heel of his hand would press against her swollen clit and rub the bundle of her nerves in a circular motion that sent her soaring.
Leo's finger pumped, fucking her tight sheath, stealing her air with his kiss. She felt light-headed as her pleasure quickly climbed, her orgasm coming hard and fast, so that she finally let go out of her skirt and reached out to cling to him as he finger-fucked her into glorious erotic bliss. Her screams of ecstasy were muffled by his mouth, but tears ran down her cheeks at the intensity of her pleasure and her roiling emotions as she was finally pushed over the edge.
She shuddered, spent, whimpering, as his finger movements slowed and the press against her clit gentled. Leo wrung everylast bit of pleasure from her before finally sliding his finger from her quivering pussy and lifting his mouth from hers.
Meg's lips felt swollen from his kiss, her gaze dazed as she watched him lift his glossy, cream-coated finger to his mouth and insert it, sucking her pussy juices from the digit. It was erotically depraved, and her pussy fluttered in response. Russ had never done anything like that before.
"Thank you, beautiful," he said, dropping another kiss on her lips.
This time she could taste herself, along with his intrinsic flavor, and she wanted to shudder and pull away... but she didn't. She just let him kiss her, met his tongue with hers, and knew it was her own orgasm, her own betrayal she was tasting.
When he pulled away, straightening up, Meg frowned in confusion as he turned around.
"But..." At her short protest, he turned around, looking at her almost quizzically. There was a huge bulge in the front of his pants, the erection she hadn't quite been able to rub against because of his hand between her legs. "What about you?"
With an enigmatic smile, Leo just replied, "Next time, beautiful."
And then he opened the door and was gone.
It only took seconds for the full import of everything that had just happened to hit Meg. Blushing furiously, she pulled up the top of her sundress, the fabric sagging a bit because it had been stretched so. Her nipples still felt acutely sensitive from the torment he'd put them through and her pussy was more slippery than ever.
As recrimination and guilt began to overcome her, Meg quietly wiped her pussy dry and then washed her hands and face, using her finger to scrub the taste of her betrayal off her tongue... it didn't quite work. She'd eat something strongly flavored as soon as she stepped outside.
But then the thought of returning to the party made her want to die. How could she go out there and face everyone after what she'd just done? How could she face Leo again? Or her husband? Of course, only she and Leo knew what had happened but... she felt like she should have a scarlet letter blazing on her chest.
There was no other choice, though.
Taking a deep breath, Meg opened the bathroom door. The hallway was empty, which helped as she gathered her courage to walk back to the kitchen. Which was also empty. Everyone was outside and she could look through the window to see everyone... everyone except Leo. Frowning, she leaned forward to try and see more of the yard—unless he was still inside the house?
The door between the deck and the kitchen opened and Meg jumped as she abruptly straightened.
"There you are," her husband said, looking cheerful and causing the most awful surge of guilt to rush through her. "Are you about ready to head out?"
