Arousing Leigha Ch. 07

David slowed his assault on Leigha's sensitive clit and repositioned himself. Marty watched with surprise how easily he maneuvered her legs over his shoulders. But it wasn't a surprise when he dipped his head between her legs. Marty sort of shrugged when it happened as if conceding something. It sort of figured that Leigha was about to get her pussy eaten. It was pretty much a natural sequence.

And she did. David didn't have to watch the clock so much today. He was far enough into this to know that the drug was having essentially no effect on Leigha. She hadn't done anything to admit it but all things given he knew she was at least seventy five percent on her own. There were sure little signs, like the gentle way she was guiding his head as he delved into her wet crotch.

Leigha moaned softly with the arrival of his mouth. It was wonderfully soft and knowing. Her pussy had been eaten so many times before it was uncountable but there was something very different about this. She knew it was stupid but did it make a difference that he was a doctor? Was he aware of a special spot that was secret?

Not really. Leigha was just incredibly aroused and susceptible to his touch. Without the drug inhibiting her she was his for the taking. And she wanted to be taken real bad!

Today she knew without a doubt about who was between her legs. There was no denying, no guessing. It was David's head she was guiding to her sweet spot, not Marty.

Marty. All at once she thought of him and blanched. My god what was she doing? Where was Marty? Why wasn't he stopping this?

She never even entertained the thought of stopping it herself. It felt way too good for that and the real pleasure was yet to come. This was nothing but an appetizer before the feast.

But what a snack! David was delving into her like a banana split, trying hard to suck and lick the cherry off before getting to the whipped cream.

Marty watched as Leigha grasped David's head and urged him on with slowly rotating hips. It was the first time Marty had ever watched a woman getting her pussy licked and he was suddenly aware of the sexual devastation it must be to the woman.

Marty was going through a subtle change. He had not noticed it. It wasn't like he had said, "Okay, okay, Marty. Take it easy."

But somewhere in the past few minutes a lot of the surprise and anger had somehow dissipated. He was still reeling from grief but he was slowly moving from a distraught husband to a captivated observer.

Leigha was rolling her hips and thrusting up slightly to accommodate the mouth that was pleasing her so. Her head rolled slowly from side to side, lifting at times to watch her intruder.

My God, it felt so go-o-o-o-d! And her body actions were baring that out.

"U-u-u-m-m-m-m-m." Leigha started rewarding David with little audible feedbacks in addition to her receptive body movements. This was so nice, she thought. Real, real nice.

David knew it was time. He wasn't tied down to an exact minute today but then again it couldn't last forever and he had bigger plans. Today, for the first time, he felt that he was going to have Leigha as he had always dreamed...naturally, loving, totally coherent and receptive to his love.

He made his move to finish her off with his mouth. Even Marty could see his increased effort.

Leigha moaned and squirmed under his mouth.

"O-o-o-h, o-o-o-h, o-o-o-h," she moaned slightly.

Marty cringed. How many times had she done that with him and he had paid little attention? Why was it now, with another man extracting the pleasure from her, that the little whimpers seemed so sensual?

It was a wonder she could feel such pleasure while being totally sedated with a heavy drug.

All at once it hit him!!

It was if somebody had turned on a big billboard light and it read, "Hey, stupid! Think about it!!"

Marty was suddenly stunned and ashamed of himself. What was he thinking? That wasn't his Leigha out there voluntarily putting out to David Ryan...it was a drug induced woman that had absolutely no idea what she was doing and what was happening to her.

It was a huge weight lifting off his heart and soul. It was if all the anger immediately lifted. How could they have taken advantage of her like this?

Of course, Marty was totally wrong about all of this but he didn't know and it was his saving grace. But it was enough. Enough to change his mode, his mood, as he watched the events unfold.

In his frazzled mental and sexual condition, given all that had been thrown him in such a short time, Marty was looking for a break, any excuse to ease the situation.

Slowly the anger, the disappointment, and the fear...he wanted it all to leave him. He didn't want to deal with it.

Rhonda was right. She had pegged it. Given the right time, the right situation, Marty would get past his anger and disappointment and instead start to be absorbed by what was transpiring in front of him.

And plenty was transpiring.

David was pushing on. He wanted to make it last but he had to get past this and go on. He slipped his mouth over Leigha's sensitive clit and began to suck. At the same time he reached up for her swollen nipples and tweaked them gently. He still couldn't get used to the length of them. Fantastic!!

Leigha moved with David's mouth, her hips rotating in an upward spiral to meet his mouth.

Marty's eyes moved with every motion she made. He knew what David was feeling right now. Those pulsating hips had danced many times to the touch of his mouth. It just seemed that, watching another man cause it, it was all the more pronounced...more sensual.

Leigha was building fast and David wasn't going to delay it. At another time, yes, but not today. He had other plans for that wet, hot pussy he tasted.

Leigha was ever so aware of David's mouth and the havoc it was playing with her senses. Her clit was so sensitive it almost hurt. But that didn't stop her from grinding against his face, coaxing him with her words and her rotating hips for her oncoming release.

Marty watched her gain momentum. His thoughts were so strange, so unexpected that he was ashamed inwardly. He knew she wasn't herself but what the hell, it was still Leigha. It was still his wife!

But Marty had to grudgingly admit. This was starting to turn him on. Damn!! What the fuck was happening to them? Where had their lives led them? No morals, no scruples, no nothing? Sex could override all decency?

It didn't make any difference. He was rock hard and he knew it.

Leigha came hard. Just like that. She blew through the buildup and just exploded on David's face, moaning loudly and rotating her squirming hips in big circles. She felt good. More than good. It was blowing her mind.

She couldn't help but admit an illicit thought...she knew that part of her pleasure, the raw excitement, was because it was David's head between her legs and not Marty's. These pasts few years of fantasying had done it's job. All the times she had brought herself off wondering what it would be like to have her pussy dance under the attack of David's mouth was suddenly there.

And it was twice as wonderful as she had ever dreamed. She couldn't stop coming, didn't want to, and begged him not to stop.

It wasn't lost on Marty. There it was in the open. Drugged or not, his bride was begging for another man's mouth.

His cock surged. His heart quickened. And he couldn't stop the thought entering his mind. The vision wasn't a result of today, but rather one that had lingered in the back of his mind for several years. One that had caused a lot of illicit pleasure, sometimes spilling over into their sex without Leigha knowing it.

David acknowledged Leigha's state of mind and body. He knew this was the real thing, that the slight reduction in sedative was working and he was getting the real Leigha this time. That she obviously loved it and wanted more of him was payback many times over for the years of waiting.

But the foreplay was over. It was time to put her to the real test. Now it was time to see just how much Leigha could take, how she would react to the real David.

He dropped the bottoms to his scrubs along with the boxers under them. Carefully he picked Leigha's legs up and placed them over his shoulders. Today he was going to take her in a standing up position. He had more control then. Next time he would mount her fully, feeling the full warmth of her and especially experiencing her luscious mouth.

Several things happened all at once. Marty saw David's cock for the first time. Mentally his mouth hung open. The staff sticking out from David Ryan's torso not only looked like it was ten inches long but the girth was unbelievable. He was huge! There was no other way Marty could describe it.

"No way," Marty shouted to himself. "No way she can take him."

But even as he said it he was slowly taking his own cock out of his pants, releasing it from its confines to relieve the pressure.

As sordid as the whole thing was it was incredibly erotic. For years he often wondered about something. He was now finding out.

David had been through this several times with Leigha but now she was totally aware. This was going to be more than uncomfortable; it was going to hurt at times. He knew she could hear him, that she was feigning her consciousness.

"Leigha, listen to me," he whispered.

"Take your time. Let me know when to back off."

Leigha heard every word. She almost said, "Okay."

If she had actually been under she probably would have said just that and he knew it.

David poised over her, his cock sliding up and down her wet pussy. He needed to make sure both of them were as wet as possible.

He grasped Leigha's hand and carefully guided it to his cock. When she touched it she instinctively wrapped her hand around it.

Rhonda was in the waiting room, just outside the door to the stockroom. She had heard a lot, both from David and Leigha. Every now and then she even heard Marty muttering under his breath.

But what was this? This thing that just happened.

It was Leigha responding to her full awareness of his cock. When she grasped David's cock and realized her hand did not go around it she had let out a huge audible sigh deep that not only went through the speaker but also was loud enough to reach Rhonda's ears.

Dread? Anticipation? Disbelief? Weariness? Whatever it was she obviously felt it very deeply.

Rhonda held her breath. It must be very close to the time that David would have to skip any more niceties and slowly introduce an alert Leigha to that cock. She couldn't decide whether she felt sorry for her or envied her. How would Leigha react?

How would Marty react? She was about to find out.

She breathed deeply and cautiously stepped into the room. She knew she was going to have to put the pieces back together in there in a very short time. Could she do it? Would it be a lost cause?

She quietly slipped around the corner to confront the broken Marty.

Rhonda froze!

Of all the scenarios that had passed through her mind in these years this was never one.

There in front of her stood Marty, leaning slightly against the wall with his cock in his hand.

Totally involved with the illicit, immoral, sordid act in front of him, Marty was obviously completely mesmerized, mentally saturated with the vision of what was happening.

It had happened. What was so painful, so sordid, and so hurtful just minutes ago had changed to pure eroticism. Rhonda had hit it right on the head. Once again raw sex overcame hurt.

But she hadn't expected this!!

What Rhonda didn't know, what Leigha didn't know, was that Marty had a deep, deep secret that was well hidden from Leigha.

Nine months into their marriage something had happened that excited Marty into a recurring lurid dream, an unimaginable scenario that he just couldn't shake.

He had, in his life, had two dreams that erotically tormented him. One was to fuck a beautiful married woman older than him. Rhonda granted him that wish.

But this other one, well, it would be too much to wish.

Movement right beside him suddenly shook his thought chains. It startled him, causing him to clumsily try to hide his swollen cock.

"Is that for me?" she asked softly.

She moved up and casually looked in at the scene. David was just now starting to enter Leigha, probably just pressing that massive head against the opening of her tiny unsuspecting vagina. Rhonda knew he hadn't gone any further than that or she would have heard Leigha's reaction, her cries. She had seen this before and she knew Leigha couldn't take him without a great deal of pain.

She hoped Romeo here could take it.

Marty was petrified, startled that she was there.

"Well?" Rhonda laughed softly as his discomfort.

Before he could answer she broke the ice a little. Without a word she lifted her scrub top up and over her head, dropping it to the floor.

"Would you mind?" She turned around with her back facing him.

He clumsily unsnapped her bra. She dropped it to the floor and kicked it aside.

Rhonda took Marty's hands and led them to her chest, filling each with a massive, firm breast.

That was it. She won. Marty was all in.

And he was a little bit angry. It was becoming very obvious that this wasn't such a casual coincidence...finding the unlocked door at just the right time, Rhonda just "showing up."

"Nope", he thought. "I'm pretty much just a country boy but I know when I've been set up. And most likely Leigha with me."

For the first time it all dawned on him. Maybe not everything but most of it.

"Oh, my God," he thought. "Just exactly how long did it take them? Who all is involved?"

He was overwhelmed. Speechless. How long had this room been here? Years? And then the real jolt.

Had they been hired years ago for the sole purpose of getting Leigha in here?

You would never know for sure, Marty, but you had absolutely nailed it on the head.

An anguished cry interrupted his thoughts.

Unlike him, Rhonda had never taken her eyes off the couple in front of her. David had obviously just pressed harder into her. Her reaction was an immediate cry of pain.

He had been inside of her before but today just might not be his day. There was no embarrassment in it as far as Rhonda was concerned. Over the years, especially the first few, there were a number of times she just couldn't take him.

David was aware of this and she knew he would back off if he felt he needed to. It may ruin the day but he would back off.

Her gaze went back to Marty.

"Well, am I too old for you now, Marty? Do you remember what I asked you? Could you take it if I showed you an erotic world you never thought existed."

He hesitated before he spoke. He had to make a decision about which way he was going with this. If he backed down now it was over. Did he want it over?

Rhonda had a skill over the years of getting her point over and winning little wars. She laughed lightly at Marty. This one was no different.

Marty lost this war without speaking. He didn't even move.

Rhonda simply dropped her scrubs bottoms and kicked them out of the way. She wasn't wearing panties, having taken them off in the bathroom.

Without saying a word she simply stepped up to the mirror, spread her legs wide and leaned over with her elbows on the sill as if to casually watch the proceedings inside.

The timing was perfect. Leigha let out another loud cry, directing an "Oh,oh,oh,oh,oh" to nobody but David got the idea. He had penetrated his head about halfway into her stretched cervix and she had to adjust.

Marty's attention was riveted to his young wife.

"My God, she's beautiful." It just came out, slowly spoken and deeply meant.

Rhonda laughed softly, turned around and slipped her hand around his cock.

"She's more than beautiful, Marty. She's absolutely knockdown gorgeous."

She actually felt his cock lurch when she said it. She had hit home. She knew the key through the rest of this was Leigha, not herself, David, or Marty.

"Don't you want her enjoy this, to watch him make her come with that huge cock?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Remember me asking you if you trusted her?"

"I remember."

"Well, trust her."

"Oh, oh, u-u-u-a-a-h-h-h," Leigha was vocal again. But for a reason.

David had been patient, taking his time, whispering small encouragement to Leigha all the time. Easy, easy, easy he had coaxed her. Relax, you can do it.

And she had. The first battle was won. That head had entered all the way, clearing her entrance and poised to fill her so full that she would be stretched past a point she would think inconceivable.

Marty watched with a mixture of pain and pleasure for his mate. He knew how small her pussy was, how tight she could contract around his cock. But this, this was impossible. She couldn't possible take him.

Rhonda wouldn't have volunteered that Leigha already had, several times over.

Rhonda was getting impatient. This was only going to last so long and even though her main goal that night was to introduce Marty to the situation she had other motives too.

In short, her pussy was on fire and needed Marty's hose to put it out.

It was time to take things into her hands, literally. She wrapped her hand around Marty's cock, leaned over so that it went between her legs, and slowly slid it up and down what she knew was a slushy pussy waiting to be entered.

Marty gave in. The scene in front of him was overpowering to start with. To be able to stroke a wet pussy instead of his hand just added to it.

Just as he entered Rhonda and started slow deep strokes it appeared that David had reached a hurdle. It might not have been all the way in but he was stroking Leigha with smooth pushes in and out, causing her to moan constantly.

But even more expressive was her face. Leigha's face was going through multiple expressions, ranging from obvious bliss to contorted looks of deep discomfort.

But she didn't stop, didn't ask for leniency. Instead, she kept up a constant movement with her hips, her pelvis rotating and adjusting as he applied pressure.

It took another five minutes but it happened. It was obvious by Leigha's body language. All at once she realized he had taken him all. He never announced it but instead started rewarding her with long full strokes, coming almost all the way out before quickly stretching her again on his way in.

The little pressure she felt down deep was him pressuring her uterus until it tilted slightly to accommodate him.

"Remember I said you weren't giving her what she wants?" Rhonda whispered back to Marty.

"Yeah." It still haunted him.

"This is one of the things I'm talking about."

Marty couldn't answer her. He understood but what could he do? He figured his cock was average, not a log like David.

Rhonda picked up on it.

"I know. He's different, isn't he? But do you want to know what else she wants?"

What an odd time for all of this, Marty thought.

Rhonda didn't wait for an answer. She was really anxious to see what she had.

Without a word she reached down and removed him from her pussy. He had no idea what she was doing.

He was lubricated, wet to the point of being slick.

Slowly she relocated his head, this time snuggling it firmly between the cheeks of her ass and nestling it at her hole.

Marty couldn't believe it! Her message was undeniable. He had never figured her for this.

He pressed forward right then, afraid she would change her mind. He wasn't going to let this pass. It was if he was getting to pay somebody back for what was happening.

Rhonda closed her eyes and silently exalted her fortunes. Marty was an ass man. She could already tell.

And she was right. He loved it and started an immediate pounding. He felt no inclination to be gentle with her. It was payback time!