"Would you fuck him?" Russ' thrusts grew faster, a little harder as he stared down at her, his eyes willing her to answer.
"No," Meg whispered, shaking her head in denial, although a little part of her wailed at her response. "No, of course not!"
"I think you're lying," Russ growled, his hand reached down to hook her leg and slide it into the crook of his elbow, opening her pussy up even more as he increased the pace of his rhythm, his cock going even deeper. "I think you fantasize about fucking Leo Crisp."
It was as if Russ saying his name were a catalyst. Meg cried out, her pussy spasming, body shaking with the intense orgasm as Russ' body slammed against her clit.
"Yes!Yes!” She screamed as Russ shouted hoarsely, unsure if she were answering his accusation or screaming the word because of the hot rush of ecstasy washing over her.
Perhaps it didn't matter.
"Honey,I'm home. And I brought a surprise." Russ' gleeful voice echoed throughout the house as the front door slammed shut behind him.
"I'm in the kitchen," Meg called back, not even looking up from the corn cob she was shucking. Of course she was curious about what her husband would constitute a surprise, but knowing Russ it could be anything from bringing her a flower bouquet to a promotion at work. She was already a little behind in making dinner because she'd gotten caught up masturbating and had lost track of the time while she'd been watching porn, and she knew Russ would come straight to the kitchen to show her whatever the surprise was.
"Look who came over for dinner," Russ said, his dress shoes clicking against the tile floor of the kitchen as he walked across the room.
Meg's head swung up, her heart stuttering in her chest, but she already knew what she would see. Leo Crisp's dark eyes, both hungry and amused, as he drank in the sight of her at the kitchen counter, sauntering behind her husband as if his presence wasn't both a shock and entirely outrageous.
Coming around the island, Russ dipped his head to give her a quick kiss on the cheek, seemingly oblivious to the way she'd frozen and how her hands had begun to tremble. They felt numb, her head felt foggy... and her nipples hardened and her pussy clenched and a strange excitement began to throb through her.
"Hello again, Meg," Leo Crisp said, his white teeth flashing as he leaned against the other side of the island. The green button-down shirt he was wearing seemed to strain over his shoulders, barely containing his muscles.
"Say hello, sweetie," Russ prompted her after a long moment, his hand sliding down her back to pat her bottom. Her thighs pressed together.
"Hello again," she whispered. She couldn't think of anything else to say.
What elsecouldshe say?
"Can I get you something to drink, Leo?" Russ asked, dropping his hand away from Meg's butt and heading towards the fridge. She turned her head to watch him, because the other option was meeting Leo's gaze, and she had the sudden image of Russ as a puppy—maybe a golden retriever—wagging his tail and eager to please.
She just didn't understand why he behaved that way around Leo Crisp.
But then, she didn't understand her own behavior around Leo Crisp either.
"Do you have any wine?" Leo asked.
"No, we don't usually drink wine, but I can run out and grab some," Russ said easily, shutting the fridge door and already heading back around to the other side of the island.
"What?" Meg asked, suddenly realizing her husband meant to leave her alone with Leo Crisp. Again. This time in their own home. Knowing full well what had happened last time.
Her thighs pressed together even as nervousness made her tremble.
What was happening to her life?!
"Red or white?" Russ asked.
"I like Cabernet the best," Leo said, a little smile on his face.
"Russ... wait..."
"I'll be back in a few, just keep Leo entertained while I'm gone," Russ said breezily. Meg's mouth dropped open as she watched her husband's back disappear into the hallway, the front door opening and slamming shut a moment later.
Her teeth clicked as her jaw snapped shut, her head whipping around to see Leo Crisp still leaning casually against her kitchen island, staring at her with lust in his dark eyes.
"I... I um... would you like some water for now?" she asked timidly, trying to do what she and Russ had been doing for the past couple of weeks and pretend as though everything was normal.
"That sounds great," he said easily. A tiny part of her relaxed. Maybe this wasn't what she thought.
