Leah's Lens Trilogy

by Bridy McAvoy

  “Sweetheart?”

  She frowned and bit her lip once more.

  “Stan lied!”

  She almost spat out the comment, which if anything added to my confusion. Nothing appeared to have changed down there, so I wasn’t quite sure what she was talking about.

  “Do you want to see it in chronological order, or in the order it appeared to me?”

  That made no sense to me whatsoever and I just shrugged helplessly. Leah suddenly realised what she’d just said and tried to explain it differently.

  “Stan lied about not springing any surprises on me. I could show you what happened when I wasn’t around or you can watch how things unfolded for me. The cameras captured things happening when I wasn’t there. You can watch them in the correct chronological sequence or watch how he surprised me and then play catch up. Up to you, Leo?”

  That made much more sense to me, and obviously what had happened had not been a totally pleasant surprise for her. Not only that, it had somehow scarred her emotionally so she had pushed me away. I needed to get to the bottom of this fast, I could sense the possible start of a rift here, and I didn’t want that although my temper was definitely up. Anything that can interrupt me eating my wife’s pussy definitely got my ire rising.

  “Play it the way you saw it, and then I’ll go and beat the crap out of him.”

  She laid a restraining hand on my arm, conscious of how angry I was getting once more, although this time the anger was directed outside of the two of us.

  “No, honey. It’s not that bad, but it’s affected me, you see those words were used in a rather different setting earlier. Watch.”

  She leaned forward and ran her finger down the play list before selecting a clip that was five or six entries below the one she’d been showing me.

  The screen cleared to see her literally mounted on Stan on the couch in the lounge. Her skirt was up around her waist and the denim waistcoat was unbuttoned and thrown to the sides. There was no underwear in sight. I raised an eyebrow at her and she clicked pause.

  “After the kitchen he sent me upstairs to get changed, the skirt and waistcoat you can see there, and a white lace strapless bra and panty set. He made me strip off the bra and panties on the stairs and hang the underwear on the posts, then he took me over to the couch and slowly made out with me until I was ready for him. Then he moved to lie on his back and lifted me astride him.”

  “I see.”

  “This is where he started to spring his surprise on me.”

  “Let me guess—”

  She held her finger to my lips.

  “No, Leo…Watch it happen. Then you can ask me any questions.”

  She leaned forward to click the Play button once more.

  Part V

  “Go on, Leah! Let yourself go. Cum for me!”

  I could hear Stan’s voice was husky as he spoke to her, encouraging her to fuck herself on his large and obviously very rigid tool. He was slowly coaxing her to take more and more of his length into her and I could see her body reacting to the sensations, her nipples protruding further and further as she headed toward the requested event.

  “Come on, Leah! Cum…Cum for me.”

  Leah was gasping for air, clearly not very far from cumming, and I knew from her earlier comments this was not long after she’d lowered herself down onto him. The sheer size of his cock had a very clear effect on her and it was mesmerising to watch as the dam finally burst and the orgasm rolled through her. The most amazing thing was the way the after effects of the orgasm clearly relaxed the muscles around her vagina and she sank even lower on the eight inch, or longer, prick until it was now buried in its entirety in her. Stan gasped as she took his entire length, and I must admit I did too at the sight.

  “Perfect, Leah! Keep cumming for me…That’s it! Cum for me!”

  “God!”

  Stan smiled at her.

  “Did you enjoy that? It certainly looked like you did.”

  I watched as she nodded, there was no way for her to deny it.

  “Good, now I think you should try to get me there too.”

  It was clear to Leah what he meant and it was equally clear to me too. He wanted her to ride him all the way home, and as she started to move, it was equally clear to me she was willing to do precisely what he wanted.

  “What did it feel like?”

  I whispered to her as we cuddled together on the couch watching the action unfold on the big screen.

  “To be honest, heaven. I have never been so full. Now sssh. This is the important bit.”

  Stan took over control of her movement, using his hands to guide the timing of her rise and fall on his engorged cock. He was breathing hard, but she was breathing even harder. It was clear Leah wasn’t too far from repeating her orgasm.

  “Did I tell you about my friend Chris?”

  “Huh?”

  “I said, did I tell you about my friend Chris?”

  As she shook her head on the screen the penny dropped for me – he’d done the same thing as Owen had the day before and arranged for another man to join them. I turned to her.

  “He brought another guy?”

  “Ssshh!”

  I subsided, returning my attention to the screen as Stan continued to talk to my wife as she rode on his cock.

  “Chris likes to photograph me fucking a good looking woman. Chris doesn’t fuck them but Chris loves to photograph them.”

  She was clearly puzzled at the time, her attention focussed on the building passion between them. Being a somewhat dispassionate observer, well at least not directly involved in the action, I had more time to think than she had had at the time.

  “I thought I’d invite Chris to join us today. What do you think? Would you like to have Chris here shooting you as I fuck you?”

  The moment the realisation of his meaning struck her was obvious. She shook her head No very clearly but it was just as obviously too late.

  “I’m sure Chris would find the sight of you riding up and down on my cock the way you are at the moment absolutely breathtaking.”

  Although Leah was objecting to this change of circumstances, it was equally obvious it was turning her on in equal measure, she moaned and he grinned.

  “I thought the idea would excite you, Leah. I was right. While you were getting changed I rang Chris and then I opened the back patio door so that Chris could sneak round the side and into the house. Chris is watching us now from your dining room. What do you think about that?”

  Instantly I was transported back to that first time Owen had appeared at the house with his camera, when I’d snuck round to the dining room myself and then watched as he smoothly talked my blonde wife out of her clothes and into masturbating in front of the cameras for him. Owen thought she was the easy mark, now we were going to turn the tables on him. Stan was a very different proposition. Suddenly the choice of Leah showing me the other clips became clear, these other clips would be from the deck and dining room cameras. I’m glad I’d decided not to watch them. I wanted to see this guy in person, which from Stan’s patter was clearly about to happen.

  “Chris would like to say hello. Are you ready to let Chris get some close-ups?”

  Leah didn’t answer, but she continued to fuck herself up and down on his huge cock.

  “Well?”

  She nodded, holding her bottom lip between her teeth as the decision caused her anguish but her arousal overruled any other impulse she had at Stan’s betrayal. He’d timed his actions beautifully, his dick buried in her controlling her very being.

  “Good. Come and say hello to Leah, Chris.”

  “Hello, Leah!”

  The fact that the voice came from a woman shook me rigid. I watched in open mouthed astonishment as this very, very, pretty brunette walked into view of the cameras.

  “Leah, meet Chris, short for Christina. Chris, meet Leah, although Leah is rather occupied at the moment.”

  The woman laughed.

  “She’s n
ot just occupied, she’s full I think, aren’t you, dear? Full of Stan’s nice big cock.”

  The brunette leaned in and planted a warm kiss on Leah’s mouth just as Stan thrust upward into her. Her scream of passion as the orgasm took her was audible despite being muffled by the mouth covering hers.

  “Jesus Fucking Christ!”

  “Yeah! It was quite a shock for me too!”

  Leah’s voice was quiet, sounding subdued.

  “You can say that again!”

  “It was quite a shock for me too!”

  She chuckled but it sounded forced.

  “I can see what you meant now. He lied to you earlier, in the kitchen. Mind you he did say Chris wouldn’t be fucking you, which is something.”

  She thumped me on the leg.

  “Silly!”

  For some reason the whole thing hadn’t quite dropped into place for me.

  “You mean…?”

  “Yeah. That’s exactly what I mean.”

  “She…?”

  “Spit it out, Leo. Yes, if you keep watching this feed, eventually you’ll see every man’s fantasy, his wife getting it on with another woman.”

  She was upset, clearly not reading my reactions accurately and worrying about that. To be fair, I wasn’t reading my own reactions properly either, my head was all over the place.

  “Hit Pause.”

  She did so and turned and looked at me. Not for the first time I could see that vulnerable look in her eyes, but before I could react to that another piece of the jigsaw dropped into place in my mind and without thinking I blurted it out.

  “That’s why you were upset over the whole pussy tastes sweet thing?”

  The moment the words left my mouth I knew I should have stayed mute. I’d just about said the worst possible thing, actually there were a couple of worse things I could’ve said but they would have been even further out. Leah promptly pushed herself away from me, continued the movement so she was standing and then burst into tears. I reached for her but she quickly moved out of reach and still sobbing rushed for the downstairs cloakroom. I heard the bolt click on the door with dreadful finality.

  At that moment the reality of the situation flooded in. Sure, both Leah and I had been getting some quite serious sexual highs off this situation but now, for the first time, Leah felt disconnected from me. My anger rose quickly and I wanted to hit something, or more particularly someone, although not Leah, she was the victim for the second day running. I had Stan’s business card in my wallet, finding him was going to be easy, but probably not tonight. Meanwhile Owen was only next door, and within easy reach.

  I could feel the way his face would distort and his cheek bone shatter as my fist slams into the side of his pig ugly head as the roundhouse blow takes him unawares. I could feel the visceral excitement as I watch him crash to the floor in agony spitting blood and teeth, just before I plant a boot straight in his crutch.

  Somehow I managed to reign in my imagination and regain control of my emotions before I acted out the fantasy I’d just played in my head. Not a sexual one, but a macho one. Bearing in mind the last time I’d punched someone in anger, I’d been nine years old!

  I knew I had to regain control of the angry impulses before Leah came out of the tiny room. If she saw the anger she’d think it was aimed at her and that would never do. I paced up and down a few times, working off the feeling and desperately fought to calm down once more. Finally I felt calm enough to deal with the most important issue, my very upset wife.

  I knocked on the door and got no response, so tried again, only to get a muffled response.

  “Go away.”

  I waited a moment and knocked again, this time the response was louder and her voice sounded much more normal, certainly it wasn’t breaking up with sobbing, which I took as an encouraging sign.

  “Go away, Leo. Just go away!”

  “No.”

  “I said go away!”

  “Not going to happen, pumpkin. I can sit out here all night if I have to but I intend to hold my wife and tell her how much I love her before I go to sleep tonight.”

  I hadn’t called her 'pumpkin' for ages. It had been a playful pet name for her that had disappeared off the scene once our dating became more serious.

  “No fair!”

  “True though. I’m already tired of talking through the door at you. So I’ll open it in a minute if you don’t.”

  “It’s locked!”

  “So?”

  “I can open it from this side with a coin. The lock on this side has a slot to allow that in case of emergencies.”

  “Don’t you dare!”

  “Well, you open it then.”

  “Not yet.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I look a sight.”

  “You’ll look fine to me, pumpkin.”

  I knew I was pushing it, using the old pet name for her twice was definitely pushing at the boundaries, but I’d rather she came out of there fighting than stayed in there upset or sulking. Mind you she did look absolutely adorable with a sulky pout; not that I’d tell her that.

  “And don’t call me that.”

  Time to ramp up the stakes.

  “Make me!”

  I waited a few seconds.

  “Pumpkin!”

  “Bastard!”

  “Open the door, sweetheart. I want to hug you and say sorry. I didn’t intend to upset you. Just remember I was, indeed still am, in a bit of a state of shock. I certainly didn’t expect to come home and see that tonight.”

  “Huh!”

  “I’m going to get that coin out if you don’t open it yourself.”

  I let a minute pass, and then another, letting the silence build. Finally, with a sense of relief I heard the lock disengage, although she didn’t open the door. So I did. Leah was standing in front of the WC. There wasn’t really a lot of room in there. I held out my arms to her and she closed the distance between us and hugged me, sniffing hard to keep the tears at bay.

  “I love you, sweetheart. I’d never say anything just to upset you. I was in shock.”

  “I love you too, Leo. Just remember it was a bigger shock for me at the time.”

  “Well, turn it all off and let’s get tidied up. I want a shower and an early night. Not only that, I want you with me, every step of the way.”

  “But…don’t you want to see…?”

  “Of course. But we know Owen’s not coming round tomorrow, and nor is Stan or his friend. So we can watch it tomorrow night or over the weekend. There’s no hurry. I’d rather spend time with my wife than anything else right now. Alone, no films, no recordings, nada, just you and me.”

  Not for the first time, her smile was like the sun coming up.

  “Last one in the shower is a rotten egg!”

  Part VI

  It had been so nice to switch off from the disturbing events of the day and spend some quality couple time with Leo last night. I’d been surprised when he hadn’t made a play for me in the shower, like he normally does, and even more surprised when we’d simply cuddled up in bed and eventually gone to sleep in each other's arms without either of us initiating sex.

  Leo had, however, made up for that this morning, waking me up with his tongue sliding up and down my slit. I didn’t even remember rolling onto my back let alone spreading my legs and tenting my knees for him. By the time I was awake enough to be aware of what was going on, he’d already got me very wet, and it didn’t take long before I came. He was too quick for me to allow me to return the favour in bed, but I managed to corner him in our shower, although the bathroom floor needed mopping up afterwards – somehow in my haste I’d forgotten to close the shower door.

  Leo went off to work with a smile on his face and I started on the housework, neglected from the day before, with a smile on mine. He’d been gone about an hour when the phone rang. I was really worried it was going to be Owen or Stan, my heart was racing.

  “Hello.”

  “Hi,
Leah. It’s me.”

  I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I recognised the voice of Mia, Owen’s wife, and our partner in the reverse blackmail of her husband.

  “I wondered if you’d fancy lunch today?”

  Being able to talk over a few things with Mia seemed like a perfect opportunity.

  “Name the place and the time, hon. I’ll be there. I could do with some advice.”

  “Why? What’s that rat of my soon to be ex-husband been doing, or talking about doing?”

  “Not just him. I’ll talk to you over lunch.”

  “Gino’s, twelve-thirty. Gotta dash.”

  Mia’s job with a magazine publisher was like that, sometimes she could talk for hours, sometimes every second counted as she was rushed off her feet.

  * * * *

  My sunny mood was still in place when Leo got home from work. For once I wasn’t waiting for him downstairs, instead I had quietly crept out into the garden and as he entered the front door I snuck round the side of the house and followed him through the front door. As he was about to turn and close the front door I put my hands over his eyes and whispered.

  “Guess who?”

  He snorted and then laughed before turning and sweeping me up in an embrace. After kissing me, still with the door wide open, he looked me in the eyes.

  “Damn you! I was about to say 'Honey, I’m home'.”

  It was my turn to snort and giggle but then he stepped back and his jaw dropped when he saw what I was wearing. I placed a hand in the middle of his chest and gently pushed him backward into the house before finally being able to close the door behind me. I don’t think too many of my neighbours saw me in the thin, white, satin camisole and French knickers but I didn’t want to prolong the exposé too much.

  “Bloody hell!”

  “You’re showing your English roots, Leo.”

  “I don’t care. My mother is English. What the hell are you doing outside dressed, or rather undressed, like that?”