by Bridy McAvoy
“Easy there, tiger.”
I suspect my face flushed with embarrassment – that wasn’t a mistake I’d made in a long while, but I don’t think Leah could see it, my face was still buried in her chest. My hand snaked down between us to guide myself into her. This time there was no mistake as my end easily penetrated her unfurled pussy, still extremely wet from her recent orgasm. I slid into her warm and receptive slit. She gasped and clutched at my back as her hips reared up to meet mine.
She was that well lubricated I slid all the way into her without conscious effort. A mutual sigh escaped both of us as I found myself buried up to my hilt inside of her. My hands returned to her chest as hers clutched at my back holding me to her, and her legs circled my ass, her ankles crossing behind me, locking into place as I began to slowly withdraw. A tightening of her leg muscles stopped my movement about halfway and I plunged back into her once more. Clearly, this time Leah wanted control of the tempo and range of movement and I was perfectly willing to let her take charge.
Leah set a fast pace, and within a couple of minutes I was starting to sweat. I’d lifted myself up onto my hands, bringing my face above hers. Glancing down, I could see she was looking up at me, a half-smile playing on her face.
“Lazy fucker!”
She grinned, all the while her legs locked behind my ass, keeping control of the pace. Leah was clearly feeling playful so I decided to play. The next time her legs tried to stop me moving backward I ignored their insistent pressure and withdrew until only the head of my cock was inside her. Her eyes were open wide as she realised my intention and without hesitating I thrust all the way back into her. She grunted and as I began to repeat the movement her hands clutched convulsively at my back, her hips swivelling and her legs rising from behind my ass to above my back, providing me encouragement to increase the penetration as I slammed back into her. Within moments she was gasping for air and her hips were trying to rise from the cushion to meet my inward thrust.
The intensity rapidly increased and it was clear to both of us it couldn’t last much longer. After another dozen or so thrusts I’d passed the point of no return. As the first spasm locked my dick in place deep inside of her the sensation was enough to push her over the edge as well and she screamed into my ear as my arms finally gave way and I landed on top of her.
Part VII
We both took the opportunity to clean up and both empty and refill the wine glasses, before I plucked up the courage to ask Leah the question that had been burning a hole in my brain since I’d seen Chris go down on her.
“So, did you go down on her?”
Leah smiled at me, well grinned really. The recent sex left that just fucked smile on her face for ages anyway.
“You want to see what happened next?”
I nodded.
“What’s it worth?”
She giggled, obviously still in a playful mood.
“I won’t tickle your feet if you show me.”
“Hmmm. What you mean is you want to watch your wife with her head buried between another woman’s legs? Every man’s favourite fantasy…Apparently.”
If she hadn’t been smiling I’d have taken her tone as a warning but she was clearly still playing. The giggle that followed the apparently was a dead give-away.
“Not mine…But I am still curious.”
“Likely tale.”
She tried to frown, in order to pursue the idea of continuing to play, but her giggling prevented it. She seemed to get a hold of herself and straightened out her dress, pulling it down into position. It was still rucked up above her breasts, and something I’d deliberately tried not to be too obvious about appreciating.
“Okay. If you must see it…”
Her reluctance was feigned, because she was smiling broadly, her eyes twinkling, as she retrieved the laptop and keyed in another recording sequence.
The scene started a few minutes after the previous one had ended. Stan was sitting in the arm chair again, although still with his camera in his hands. Leah was standing in front of him, still wearing the kilt, standing there passively as Chris slipped the blouse over her arms before tying loosely in a knot below her breasts. I realised throughout the earlier sequence Chris might have shown her panties to the camera but she had remained fully dressed. She finished tying the blouse into place, the knot looked rather insecure, easy to undo, but I was pretty certain that was the idea, and stepped around to stand next to Stan before speaking.
“Doesn’t that make a pretty picture? A real school girl slut.”
The two of them laughed while Leah struggled to keep the professional model’s smile on her lips.
“Lift up your kilt and show him your lack of underwear, child.”
Leah shivered but reached down for her hem after a barely discernible hesitation. I watched, holding my breath as she did as she was told, revealing her smoothly shaved pussy and tiny blonde landing strip to the predatory pair.
“Spread your legs a little, let’s get the full effect.”
Just like her partner, Chris didn’t bother with the niceties that Leah said had helped her relax when she was posing for Owen. These two simply gave her instructions and expected her to carry them out. Owen, on the other hand, continually complimented her and encouraged her to put that little bit extra into her performance.
“Right, let’s move this show upstairs before she loses that horny edge. Lead us upstairs, Leah, nice and slow. You can let go of the skirt, I’m sure Stan will want to take some good up-skirt shots on the stairs though, so don’t close your legs.”
Next to me Leah shivered, obviously remembering what had happened. She leaned forward and killed the playback before typing in another sequence and starting the next recording. We don’t have cameras installed on the stairs so she couldn’t show me what happened but as the next sequence started, in the bedroom, I could see she looked somewhat dishevelled and she was breathing hard. Clearly one or other of them had done more than just follow her up the stairs.
She paused a few feet into the bedroom, obviously waiting for instructions. Chris walked past her and turned to face her from beside the bed while Stan stopped behind her, still cradling his camera. The brunette reached up under her kilt and quickly dragged her own white panties down onto her thighs, then pushed them far enough for gravity to take over and leave them draped over her feet. I half expected her to humiliate Leah further by making her do something with them, but Chris simply stepped out of them, and then climbed onto the bed. She kept her ass pointing away from where Stan stood with his camera, clearly not, at this point, wishing to flash her naked pussy to the camera. Given what was obviously going to happen next that modesty seemed somewhat excessive but they were the two in charge.
Chris made herself comfortable on the bed, all the time her eyes watching Leah who was clearly just as obviously watching her. The brunette’s eyes were hard, cruel and calculating, watching my wife more like prey than like a would be lover. Eventually she was where she wanted to be, leaning back against the pillows, her legs parted but the short kilt still covering her crutch. Stan moved to the end of the bed and took a couple of shots before Chris finally broke the silence and spoke to Leah.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Get over here. On all fours. Right there.”
She pointed to a spot between her legs, and Leah mutely complied with her instructions. From the camera angle, above and behind Leah, although slightly to the side, my blonde wife made an obscene picture. In order to hold her position and not overbalance, she was herself forced to spread her knees apart. With her ass in the air the kilt slid up and it was obvious if Stan simply bent down he would see her pussy. When Stan did exactly this, Chris flipped the front edge of her kilt up providing him with the opportunity to take pictures of both pussies. I heard Leah gasp as her eyes obviously dropped to see Chris’ pussy for the first time and heard the other two chuckle in response. Beside me, Leah leaned in close and whispered.
“She doesn’t trim ver
y much. Very hairy…very hairy indeed. Very seventies, in fact.”
Chris wasn’t that old, but obviously preferred the au naturale look. Now she spoke to Leah again.
“You enjoyed what I did to you, now I want you to return the favour.”
The whole scene was set up for the return service so I don’t think it came as any surprise to Leah. She was nervous, and obviously the hairiness of the pussy in front of her had helped to make this worse. I could actually see her leg muscles quivering as she dropped her hands to the other woman’s thighs and lowered her face toward the target. Of course this raised her ass in the air even further, increasing and enhancing the view she was inadvertently presenting to Stan behind her. I saw he was very quickly positioning his camera on a tripod and realised he too intended to get a piece of the action, or to be precise a piece of my wife’s ass, so perfectly presented for him. I gasped as the realisation sank in and beside me Leah gripped my hand tightly.
“He didn’t?”
“Didn’t what?”
“Take your ass!”
She giggled, although she shuddered the same time.
“No. I don’t think he’s that interested in anal. Thankfully, after all, he’s a bit big for that.”
“So he ended up shagging you doggie style while you ate out his partner?”
“Yeah.”
Suddenly I realised I didn’t actually want to watch that, not at this moment anyway, and reached past her and clicked the stop button.
“Why?”
She looked at me, her face creased in a frown.
“Not entirely my scene. Maybe another time. Besides, I think we should talk about next week.”
She nodded thoughtfully but then smiled. I thought I’d obviously scored some brownie points but her next words told me she was thinking along a different track.
“Good idea, honey. I talked to Mia today and I’ve got a lot to tell you. How about we grab a shower and talk in bed.”
* * * *
Later she was lying propped up on one arm as I lay there on my back.
“So, what did Mia have to say?”
“Quite a lot. We had lunch and I explained what Owen had told me. I suspect one or two people overheard at least parts of the conversation and were quite scandalised.”
“You talked about this in a public place?”
“Well, it was a quiet booth and we kept our voices down.”
“What if someone you knew heard you?”
She giggled again. “No chance. We were more discreet than that. We went to Gino’s and there weren’t that many people around despite it being a Friday.”
“Hmm…”
“It’s fine, honestly. Just fun to see their faces. Anyway, Mia is going to take care of Owen for me.”
“Oh…How?”
“She’s going to throw a nice hissy fit over the weekend. Accuse him of planning to spend the week while she’s away with his bit of fluff on the side.”
“Which of course he is…With you as his bit on the side.”
This earned me a slap on the thigh, luckily missing something else by a couple of inches, I suspected on purpose when her hand returned to the affected area and began to gently stroke it.
“True though!”
“Yeah, well, her hissy fit is designed to accomplish one thing. He’ll be backed into a corner and forced to be at home by nine every night so she can have a video chat with him.”
“Can’t he just use his laptop here?”
“She’ll be able to see behind him, so she can see it’s his study.”
“Well, won’t he be able to come back afterwards?”
“Nah, he’ll be worried she might ring back again, and she’ll drop hints she might. Besides, Mia will keep him talking for an hour or more. By then all our lights will be out and it won’t be worth it.”
“Clever.”
Leah smiled brightly at me, then leaned down and planted a kiss on my thigh, where she’d slapped it. I’m sure the way her nose accidentally nudged against my dick had nothing accidental about it. She stayed low on the bed watching him as he started to respond to her close proximity.
“So that solves Tuesday night and Thursday night.”
“Yep. I’ve taken care of Stan, and according to Mia, Owen doesn’t have a friend called Pete, so the daytime probably won’t involve someone else either. Just Owen.”
“So what about…?”
“You mean Wednesday night and the camera club?”
“Well, she’ll call him at ten-thirty that night. He won’t have a chance to do anything after the meeting. Obviously she knows that’s where he’ll be and can’t reasonably expect him not to go.”
“And the meeting itself?”
She chuckled.
“Owen was deliberately leading me on.”
“How?”
She leaned in and kissed my half hard dick then grinned up at me.
“It’s in a church hall. The caretaker lets them in at seven and comes back at a quarter to ten to lock up. If there’s any impropriety going on the caretaker will go up in flames and throw them out. No gambling, no games, no drinking and no smoking.”
“What about…you know?”
“Definitely and absolutely no sex. If they have a model she needs to be dressed again by nine thirty in case the guy comes early. They use the place rent free because two of the regular members are on the church council. There would be hell to pay if there was a scandal.”
“So, these guys don’t go on glamour nights then?”
“Don’t be silly. Of course they do! They’re the most regular attendees, other than Owen.”
“Hypocrites!”
“Of course.”
She kissed my dick again, this time lingering longer, coaxing some more life from him. He was enjoying the attention so quickly responded. Mind you, I was enjoying the attention just as much.
“So, you’ve decided to attend then?”
“Yeah. Mia tells me, it’ll have to be street clothes, none of this silly wedding stuff. Nor some kind of rough and tumble strip poker. There’s no pool table in there either. That was just Owen playing with my mind. He’d much rather I told him to bring the guys here so he can organise a gang bang. If I go along with the original plan, and he has to be home by ten-thirty, it won’t happen.”
“Sneaky. But you’ll still be exposing yourself to upwards of fifteen men…and their cameras.”
Instead of answering she locked her lips over the end of my cock and began to suck, which immediately began to respond. End of conversation.
Part VIII
Tuesday came round much too quickly. It was now eleven o’clock and I was heading home from dropping Leo off at the airport. It was about a thirty minute drive and Owen had texted me to say he would be round at about twelve. Actually he’d been at the airport too, dropping Mia off to catch her flight to visit her mother. We hadn’t bumped into each other, and at least he hadn’t offered to car-pool which would have been embarrassing and potentially highly risky. Now, I simply had to get through the next three days, and importantly the Wednesday night as well.
Telling Leo goodbye hadn’t been easy. In fact I was sure he knew I had been very close to tears. I really hadn’t wanted him to go. The problem with him not going, apart from the serious issues this would cause at work for him, had been Owen’s warning about exposing my activities to my family and neighbours if he didn’t catch his flight. That would have also disrupted our plans for completing the return sting on him, although for obvious reasons Owen didn’t know that part. At least Mia had solved the overnights for me, leaving me just to survive the daytime with her husband, and on Wednesday evening with his friends!
I’d barely walked in the door a half an hour later when the phone rang.
“Hello.”
“Thought I saw you get home.”
“Hello, Owen.”
He chuckled down the phone to me.
“Everything go off all right at the airport then? Hubby g
et off safely?”
“Yes.”
I tried to keep my voice flat and non-committal.
“I’ll be round in about twenty minutes. Did you put your car away?”
“Of course.”
“Pity. Move it back out again, please. I think we might want to use your husband’s car as a prop.”
He clearly intended to humiliate me by taking me on the back seat of my husband’s car!
“You bastard!”
He just chuckled again.
“Twenty minutes, Leah. I’ll come round the back. Black hold ups and heels, black thong and nice see through nightie will do fine.”
Before I could respond I realised I’d be talking to a dial tone – Owen had delivered his instructions and then hung up. Sighing I picked up my car keys and headed for the internal door to the garage to follow the first part. At least he hadn’t told me to change into something revealing before moving the car!
* * * *
I was standing in the kitchen, cuddling a mug of coffee when Owen let himself in through the patio door into the dining room.
“You want one?”
I tried to act nonchalantly, offering him a coffee as he paused to look through the archway at me. It was difficult to act nonchalantly when I knew my breasts were covered but not concealed by the thin nylon netting of the nightie, knowing too it only came down to a couple of inches below my crotch and the black thong was also clearly visible. There had to be about four inches of naked thigh showing between the tops of the stockings and the bottom hem of the nightie.
“One what?”
His face split into a grin as he took in my attire, or rather lack of it.
I just gave him an arch look, knowing he knew I meant coffee. He nodded so I turned my back to him and concentrated on filling a mug from the machine. Of course, turning my back meant he was treated to a great view of my ass, but there wasn’t exactly much I could do about it.
“You look very nice, Leah. Very nice indeed…But I think we need to make a minor adjustment to your outfit.”
