Leigh Uncovered: A Wife Sharing Novel

by Arnica Butler

  A look of fear – perhaps better stated, of losing control – briefly flashed over Leigh’s face when Craig put his hand to his belt and began to slide the leather strap through the metal buckle.

  Jeremy’s cock went rock solid.

  Leigh kept her eyes on Craig’s face, though, and the expression of fear melted back into uncertainty.

  “Lie down, there,” Craig told her, one hand motioning toward the divan, while he continued to thread the belt out of its buckle.

  Jeremy heard the metal rip of Craig’s zipper opening, and as she obediently reclined for him, his wife’s eyes dropped to his crotch, where the bulge of his cock was straining to get out. When she lay down, her open legs were facing Jeremy, so he could see under her skirt: the length of her thigh, the material of her panties, the swell of her ass.

  I only agreed to one thing. No sex.

  Leigh seemed to be resolute in how far she would go: her panties were ordinary, and she seemed to have chosen them specifically for the purpose of not going too far.

  Perhaps to control herself?

  Jeremy's thoughts wandered away from his wife’s thoughts as Craig climbed onto her, shifting his weight from side to side as he moved up the length of her body on his knees.

  Would Craig really hold up his end of the deal, going only as far as they had agreed?

  And did anyone care if he didn’t?

  Jeremy moved over to the armchair by the window when Craig was finally straddling Leigh. He could no longer see what he wanted to see: the contact between Craig’s cock and his wife’s fleshy tits.

  But when he sat down on the other side of the room, the view was perfect. Leigh turned her head slightly and met his eyes, and he nodded a little in answer to what seemed to him to be another request for encouragement. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.

  Craig’s cock sprung loose from his underwear as he slid his jeans down to mid-thigh along with his boxers. Leigh turned her face back abruptly and stared at Craig’s dick. It was a long, thick column of pink, ribbons of vein straining against the meat. The crown of it was a fat rounded bulb, leaning slightly to the right. Craig held it suspended with his hand, over Leigh’s bare chest, and slowly lowered his body closer to her, the veined member getting closer and closer to her skin.

  Leigh stared at Craig’s cock as it moved closer to her. Jeremy saw her suck in her breath as the fat meat hovered just half an inch from her skin. Her big breasts were splayed open, and the valley between them was wide for Craig’s cock. He slid his hand along the shaft and down to the crown, dropping the slab onto her tits with a heavy splat.

  Jeremy shuddered.

  Leigh looked back at Jeremy, seeking his approval, which he gave.

  She turned her attention back to Craig when he said, in a low voice: “Press your tits together now.”

  The sheer vulgarity of it must have coursed through Leigh, who didn’t move for a moment.

  “Be a good girl, press them together and let me feel those titties.”

  Jeremy had a moment of raging disappointment, because he felt sure that Craig was speaking to Leigh far too crassly and she would decide to back out. He didn’t talk dirty to Leigh like that, mostly because he felt she’d toss him out of bed.

  But to his surprise, his wife complied. She brought her hands to her breasts, and pushed them together until they swallowed up Craig’s cock in the burrito of her pillowy tits.

  Jeremy’s breath ceased to move in his lungs, and he didn’t know for how long. It seemed like a long time, the scene before him frozen: his wife’s breasts squeezed around Craig’s thick, veined cock. Leigh’s nipples were hard and swollen, and her face expressed as much disbelief as he felt.

  Was she actually doing this?

  Craig had lowered himself so that his balls were against Leigh’s chest, and Jeremy wondered if she could feel them there, under her breasts, sticking to her skin. Or did she only feel the length of his shaft, hot and hard, between her tits?

  Craig began slowly. He rocked his hips back and forth. The length of his cock slid close to Leigh’s neck, the fat crown grazing the underside of her chin. Slowly he puled back, and as he did, Leigh’s skin stuck to his cock and her breasts went with him.

  He repeated this action several times, slowly, and Jeremy’s cock throbbed almost painfully. Leigh looked at Craig, and her face revealed that she didn’t know where to put her eyes, or what else to do.

  Craig stopped for a moment. He lowered his hands and pulled on Leigh’s fingers to release her breasts. Then he reached down and touched the tip of his cock, where a bead of pearly precum was forming.

  Jeremy sucked in his breath as Craig’s fingers lingered in the air. Jeremy hoped he would let his finger’s drop to Leigh’s mouth, and rub the slippery cum over her lip. He wondered how his wife would react: she was so transfixed by what was happening, she would probably just let him do it, unable to stop him.

  Craig drew the precum down the length of his cock instead.

  Leigh’s breath became faster, and her chest lifted and dropped Craig’s cock in quick breaths. Craig let a glob of spit fall from his mouth and onto his cock, and then he used a hand to spread it over the length of his shaft. Then he dropped another, and another, right into the valley of Leigh’s breasts.

  Jeremy felt sick now from the combination of terrible pain and arousal that racked through his lower body, watching another man dribble spit onto his wife’s tits.

  “Push them together again,” Craig growled, and Leigh hesitated only a moment, her face slightly confused, before she obeyed. The wrap of her flesh closed around Craig’s cock again.

  Lubricated now, Craig’s cock slid in the enclosure of her flesh. He started to move in rhythmic, faster thrusts, his pink cock sliding back and forth, the crown of his dick grazing and sometimes punching the underside of his wife’s chin.

  He increased his pace, and started to thrust further. The tip of his cock began to slide up and over Leigh’s chin, and close to her lower lip.

  Jeremy felt like his balls were being squeezed in a vice. A sound came from him, or maybe he only imagined it. No one paid him any mind, and Leigh kept staring above her, her eyes a little glassy. It was as though she was hypnotized.

  Craig’s voice came to him through a fog. It was lower and less commanding as he told Leigh: “That’s it, Leigh, you’re doing so good.”

  Jeremy had to lean over himself in pain and ecstasy.

  “Squeeze for me,” Craig said.

  His cock was grazing Leigh’s lower lip with each thrust now. The spit between her breasts was squeaking a little as it began to dry, and Craig kept going. Jeremy could see that his cock was getting fatter, wetter at the tip. His precum was smearing on his wife’s lower lip, Jeremy realized with another pang in his gut, one so hard it sent a metallic taste into his mouth.

  And then, in slow motion, he saw Leigh’s lip quiver, and then her mouth opened.

  Just a little.

  Her jaw dropped open slightly, and Craig moved up a little at the same time. Leigh was pushing her breasts upward toward her face as much as she could, clearly to keep up the illusion that Craig was “only fucking her tits.”

  But Craig’s cock was now against her throat and her lips far more than between her breasts. The top part of it was sliding over her mouth – the lower lip, the open hole, the upper lip.

  For a moment it was only that: Leigh with her mouth open, and Craig’s cock rubbing over her lips.

  Then Jeremy saw her tongue, emerging from her wet mouth, pink and glistening with her spit. She pressed it up against the column of meat that was sliding over her mouth.

  Craig slid backward a little after making several passes over her mouth.

  Leigh seemed to snap out of it when Craig took his cock in his hand and started to rub the crown over her lips. Her eyes went wide and she made a sound like a gasp.

  She turned her head toward Jeremy, her eyes frantic. Jeremy was staring, open-mouthed, but he managed to no
d his head a little. Do it, he willed her.

  Craig’s cock slid over Leigh’s cheek, and then he moved his hand down to her chin and pulled her face back to look at him. He had his cock between his fingers, and he tapped the crown lightly on her lips.

  “I’m not… supposed to...” Leigh murmured.

  She started to turn back to Jeremy.

  Craig stopped her. At the same time, Jeremy said, “it’s okay, honey.” And Craig quickly followed:

  “Just get it a little wet. Then I can slide it easier.”

  Leigh’s mouth was open, and she was breathing fast, but her eyes were wide with fear and she looked as though she might scramble away any second.

  Jeremy found himself willing the bull with his cock so near his wife’s mouth to control her, to settle her down, to say or do the right thing to get Leigh to open up for him.

  Craig leaned down, putting his hand on the wall on the other side of the couch. He used his free hand to slide a strand of hair from Leigh’s cheek, while the weight of his cock pressed onto her lower lip. “You’re doing so good, Leigh. Just have a little taste. Jeremy wants you to do it. Let him see it.”

  Jeremy wasn’t breathing. The air was ringing in his ears.

  Craig took his cock in his hand again, and guided it to Leigh’s mouth.

  And then, there it was: the pink of her tongue, sliding out of her mouth and licked the crown of Craig’s cock.

  Craig let her do this for a moment. Then, moving with admirable stealth, he slowly began to shift his position from Leigh’s abdomen, up to just above her breasts. He pressed both hands against the wall, and began to move his cock along her face, letting her drag her tongue up and down the length of his shaft.

  And then he slid his balls onto her mouth.

  “Open your mouth,” he told Leigh.

  Jeremy stared as his wife opened up, and the hairy ball sacks disappeared into her mouth. Craig’s cock twitched on her face as he enjoyed dipping his balls into Jeremy’s wife’s mouth.

  Then he moved back down, sliding his body a little, and placing a hand behind Leigh’s head in one smooth motion.

  He started to fuck her tits again, and this time his cock crackled with the sound of her spit. He went faster and faster, and Jeremy found himself anticipating the spurt of cum that would land all over Leigh’s face. Any second now…

  To his surprise, though, Craig tilted Leigh’s head in almost unnoticeable increments, until her mouth was lined up with his bobbing crown.

  And then Leigh – without any prompting from anyone – opened her mouth.

  First the crown went in, and Leigh sucked on it. It slid out of her lips with a pop. Then back in, then back out.

  With each thrust, Craig dipped his cock even further into Leigh’s mouth, until, after a few minutes of sticky, slippery pops went by, he had half of his shaft in her mouth.

  And he was fucking her mouth.

  Jeremy was paralyzed.

  Craig fucked Leigh’s mouth, going deeper until Jeremy could hear her start to gag. He didn’t go any further, but he kept moving in and out.

  “That’s good Leigh, you’re doing a very good job,” he said, and Leigh looked up at him, her eyes a little watery.

  With a groan, Craig came, and his cum welled up in Leigh’s mouth. He was partway out and so a lot of his cum landed on her chin and her cheek, and Leigh left her mouth open, the cum dribbling from her lips.

  Craig put a hand on her lower lip and forced her mouth open. He looked at his own cum inside of Leigh’s mouth, admiring, no doubt in Jeremy’s mind, the filthy seed inside of her pristine hole, dribbling down her lips.

  Leigh brought her hand to her mouth and wiped much of it away, but Craig pushed her mouth closed afterward and she had no choice but to swallow his seed.

  He shook a few last spurts of cum from his cock, still kneeling over her face.

  “That was very hot, Leigh,” he said.

  He leaned back, and dropped his hand behind him, between her legs. “Maybe you want a reward for being so good,” he purred.

  But Leigh closed her knees and shook her head on the pillow. “I… I can’t…” she said, flustered. She turned to Jeremy. “I...”

  But Craig was already climbing off of her. “Maybe some other time,” he said. “Or maybe Jeremy has something for you.”

  He kind of laughed, and collapsed in another chair.

  Jeremy was already standing up by then, moving closer to the couch to take Craig’s place. He barely noticed where the other man went: his focus was on his wife, sprawled on the couch, hair spread on the pillow, lips parted slightly and glistening with Craig’s cum.

  Leigh’s knees were still up, and she pressed them together still, rocking her legs back and forth as though she was unsure of what to do. Jeremy put his hand on her knees and slid between them. Leigh’s legs fell apart and she slid her ankles down to the other end of the couch.

  The dress was still bunched up beneath her tits, which were also wet with spit and cum. She watched Jeremy as he stood over her, unable to decide what he wanted to do.

  His cock was painfully pressed against the zipper of his pants, so he started there. He released his dick and let his pants fall down to his ankles, along with his underwear, which he had to scoot along with his fingers. He was almost clumsy as he did it, so off-balance had the experience made him.

  By then, he had decided what he wanted to do with Leigh, so he climbed onto the couch near her calves, and pushed the dress up to her hips.

  He found her panties and pulled them to her knees. Unable to wait to find what he wanted to, he slid his hand up, along her thigh, seeking her pussy.

  He watched Leigh’s face, and he found he was pleased when a look of alarm came over her again. She squeezed her thighs together as he got closer to her pussy, and he could tell that the reaction was a sort of unconscious one. He knew what it meant, even before he pressed on and his fingers found her cunt.

  He was unsurprised that she was wet. The feathery hair of on the outer lips of her cunt was slick with her juices. She looked down for a moment as he slid his fingers into her.

  Jeremy felt another thrill, enjoying, to his surprise, her shame.

  She was so wet it was easy to slide two, then three fingers inside of her. He finger-fucked her for a while. He rubbed his thumb over her clit and she gasped.

  Unable to take any more, he rose up and guided his cock to her pussy. With his other hand, he took her leg with him, pushing it up, close to her head. Her other leg was still lying along the length of the couch, squeezed against the back of it by his body.

  This changed the shape of her pussy, squeezing his cock from the left as he slid into her. Enough for it to feel foreign. She was so wet he could hardly get any friction.

  But he didn’t need it: all he had to do was remember her lips on Craig’s cock, the little gag she made as he pressed further into her throat…

  He tried to think of something else, to make it last longer, long enough for Leigh to come. Luckily for him, his wife did not need much help either – and his last thought before coming was about whether or not it was for the same exact reason as him.

  Maybe all Leigh had to do to make her pussy clench around her husband’s cock was to think about the feel of Craig’s balls stuffing her mouth.

  “Fuck!” Jeremy yelled, just as Leigh began to mewl and her pussy went tight around his dick.

  His cum exploded deep inside of her as he thrust violently to her cervix.

  Jeremy slammed his cock inside of Leigh until he felt the last throes of his orgasm shudder out of him. He collapsed on top of her, and only when he heard a slight commotion behind him did he remember that Craig was still there.

  He turned and looked over at his neighbor, but Craig seemed to have been in this situation many times before, and knew how to avoid it becoming awkward. He already had his clothes gathered in his hand, and he was standing up. He lifted the hand with the clothes in it in a kind of goodbye wave, and smiled
, pressing on a button on his phone.

  “I’ll just let myself out,” he said amiably.

  And then he was gone.

  Leigh brought her hand to her face and covered it, but she let out a laugh and her pussy squeezed Jeremy’s dick again. “Oh my God,” she said.

  Jeremy pushed her hand away to kiss her on the mouth. “Oh my God,” he said. He could taste – or he thought he could taste – the salty precum that Craig had deposited on her lips.

  “I can’t believe that just happened,” Leigh said. She searched his eyes with hers. “I didn’t mean for that to happen,” she said. “I… are you okay with that?”

  An image of Craig’s balls in his wife’s mouth flashed through his head. His cock involuntarily twitched inside of her.

  He grinned. “That should answer your question,” he said, with a grin.

  They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment. Jeremy could feel his cock getting hard again inside of his wife’s pussy. He started to slowly fuck her, and Leigh opened her mouth, letting out a gasp. Jeremy could only think of the way that Craig’s cum had dribbled into her mouth, and how much he wanted to see his cock inside of her.

  “Did you like swallowing another man’s cum?” he said.

  Leigh closed her eyes. She ground her hips against him, and he felt a pulse of pleasure through her pussy.

  “Say it,” he said. “Say it for me, you dirty little slut.”

  “Oh,” Leigh said, and she pushed up against him.

  Jeremy had to force himself to slow down to tease her. Leigh’s body was hungry and she wanted to come again, and he knew it was from thinking about what a slut she had just been, about sucking on another man’s cock right in front of her husband. Maybe she enjoyed getting her throat filled up with cum. Maybe she was a dirty little slut deep down inside.

  Concentrate, Jeremy urged himself, He thrust deep inside of her and gripped her by the ass, refusing to move.

  Leigh’s eyes fluttered open. She tried to grind against him but she was pinned in place. He felt her pussy clenching his cock, trying to ride the crest of her orgasm, unable to get there. “Please,” she whispered.