Leo, Megan and pussy boy.
Part 1
“OH MY GOD, YOU ARE FUCKING INCREDIBLE,” Megan screamed as Leo thrust inside her again, his thick cock filling her completely, hitting that sweet spot deep within her. She arched her back on her and her husband’s bed, pressing her body closer to Leo’s, urging him to go deeper.
She could feel his hips against her thighs, the coarse hair on his chest rubbing against her nipples, sending electric shocks through her body.
‘How the hell did I get here?’ she thought, her mind racing as Leo continued to pound into her with a wild abandon.
**
Just a few short hours ago, she had been sitting at the bar with her husband Mike, sipping her wine while they waited for the table for dinner.
She had seen him, Leo, across the room, nursing a beer, his balding head glinting in the light. He looked so utterly out of place that she couldn’t help but steal another glance at him. And then another.
Megan felt a flush creep up her cheeks. “That guy keeps looking over.” She told her husband.
**
Leo rolled over suddenly, pulling Megan on top of him, his cock still buried deep within her. “Ride me, baby,” he groaned, gripping her hips and guiding her to move up and down on his length. Megan complied, her mind racing back to earlier in the evening.
**
“What guy,” Mike asked, looking over his shoulder. “Who, him?”
Megan felt a warmth spread between her legs at Mike’s words. Him?
“He is kind of creepy,” Mike said to his wife.
“He’s cute,” Megan whispered, feeling herself blush. her spoken words betrayed her.
“Cute, that old guy?” Mike asked his wife. “You think he’s cute?” He turned to face her.
Megan felt her own shame. “No, I… I don’t know what I’m saying. I mean, he’s not as handsome as my husband…” she stammered, looking away from her husband and back towards Leo.
“Didn’t think I would have competition tonight,” Mike said sarcastically. “and not from some dishevelled old guy,” he chuckled.
Megan turned back to her husband, seeing he was not taking her comments seriously.
She felt a mixture of relief and shame. Relief that her husband had dismissed her confession and shame that this guy across from them was turning her on in such a public place.
She felt a throb between her legs that intensified as Leo’s eyes met hers again. Mike was leaning over the bar, and Megan noticed that the man was standing up and making his way over to them; Megan pretended not to notice, but her heart thudded in her chest, harder the closer the man got to them.
As he closed the distance, Megan could not believe how much more handsome he was; he was positively the most amazing-looking man she had ever seen.
Megan tried but could not take her eyes off of him.
As he got level with them, he placed an arm behind Megan and let it rest on the bar; his other hand reached out and inside Megan’s dress.
She gasped as he cupped her breast, his rough thumb brushing over her sensitive nipple, and she was glad that between the three of them, the man’s actions were being obscured from anyone paying attention.
Megan instantly felt her arousal levels intensify at his touch, and as she arched her back across his arm behind her, she let out a low moan.
Her husband turned around at the sound of pleasure he had only ever dreamed of hearing from his wife of over twenty years.
“What the fuck?” Mike asked, his eyes wide with disbelief and surprise as he took in the man’s hand inside his wife’s dress.
Leo didn’t remove his hand from Megan’s breast, but he did turn to Mike. “Shut your mouth, pussy boy.” He squeezed her nipple, making her gasp again as he put Mike in his place.
“You love me enjoying your wife, and you love your wife cumin for me.” He said.
Mike nodded, and his whole posture changed.
“I’m Leo,” he said, turning back to Megan.
“Megan, that’s my husband, Mi…” Megan introduced herself and almost her husband.
“He is pussy boy from now on,” Leo told her.
Megan nodded.
“How about you take me home, Megan?” Leo growled.
Megan nodded very eagerly.
