"Did you let him?" As before, Russ sounded excited, and as Meg looked at him, she realized her husband was becoming aroused.
"He... he came to me and pulled down the front of my dress," she whispered, unable to look her husband in the eye now that she realized the source of his excitement. "And he told me my breasts were beautiful and started to play with them."
"Like this?" Russ asked, finally reaching up and touching her, pulling down the loose front of her dress so he could cup her breasts and begin gently squeezing them. Meg stifled a little moan as she nodded her head, lying. Russ' hands were smaller than Leo's and much gentler, but she didn't want Russ to be as rough as Leo had been—her nipples especially were too sore for more of that treatment. Russ' breathing was becoming very heavy as he moved closer, staring down at her breasts while he squeezed and kneaded them, as if he was trying to imagine what Leo's hands might have looked like on them. "Then what?"
"He played with them for a really long time and then, he... I..." Shame rose again as she remembered, remembered the growing need he'd engendered and how close she'd come to begging him to bring her to orgasm.
"Did he touch your pussy?"
"Yes... he fingered me until I came," Meg whispered, closing her eyes, remembering.
"Get on the bed."
Her eyes flew open. "What?"
"Get on the bed—no, don't stop holding your dress up, get on the bed just like that."
Confused but obedient, Meg climbed onto the bed and lay back, her breasts hanging out of her dress, her hands holding up her skirt. Russ immediately jumped on after her, kneeling in between her thighs as he began to fumble at his pants.
"How many fingers did he use?"
"Um, one, I think."
"What did it feel like? Tell me." Russ positioned his cock at her pussy and Meg realized how wet she was from describing her encounter with Leo to her husband.
"Big... it felt big and he swirled it around inside of me—Oh!" As she spoke, Russ shoved into her pussy and started fucking her.
"Keep going, Meg, tell me how he finger-fucked you. Tell me how he got you off."
Russ' cock was bigger than Leo's finger and, while it might not have the same kind of movement, it did feel wonderfully good. She moaned and squirmed as he pumped, trying to remember the details.
"He kept pressing against my clit and my g-spot, and he kissed me to keep me quiet but I kept moaning because it felt so good..."
Her husband fucked her harder, her own arousal growing higher as she spoke.
"I could feel him probing me, stroking me, like he knew exactly where to touch me, and I just kept holding upmy skirt for him -"
"Oh fuck... oh fuck...oh fuck, Meg!" Russ rammed into her like a piston and Meg cried out, finally letting go of her skirt to reach up and hold him as her own orgasm shook her body.
To her surprise, Russ immediately started kissing her as he pumped the last of his cum into her pussy, his tongue dueling with hers, as though he was trying to taste every inch of her mouth.
Feeling somewhat dazed, Meg still didn't understand what had just happened... she only knew that it had.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lifein the Walters household was a little strange after the BBQ where Leo Crisp had fingered Meg to orgasm and then Russ had fucked her like a madman while she told him about it. Their conversations were somewhat stilted as if neither husband nor wife knew exactly what to say to each other. Slowly, as the days passed and they both pretended nothing had happened, they began to relax into their normal routines again.
When Russ was around, Meg did her best not to think of Leo Crisp.
When her husband wasn't around... she had difficulty thinking of anything but. She masturbated furiously several times a day and yet it still didn't feel like enough. There was still an empty, gnawing ache inside of her, one which frightened her. Even when Russ had barely been touching her sexually she hadn't felt like this. It was as though she'd become accustomed to starving, but then someone had given her a full meal and now her stomach was demanding more, rather than returning to its normal state.
But if her erotic hunger had to be the only part of the household which didn't return to its normal state after several days, at least it was a part which she could easily hide. Herhusband didn't need to know her thoughts. They were his fault anyway for having put her in such a position.
Russ'cock thrust in and out of her pussy, making Meg shudder as he kissed her, pumping his hips. When he pulled away from the kiss, his eyes were glowing.
"Would you fuck him?"
"What?" Meg asked, shocked, her pussy automatically tightening at the image of Leo Crisp which immediately popped into her mind. She didn't need to ask Russ who he was talking about. After all, it had barely been two weeks since Leo Crisp had touched her pussy, fingered her to orgasm. And the first time she and Russ had had sex since then as well.
