Page 19 of His Wife

Matthew came up bellowing at Mac, and for his efforts received a mouthful of mud that someone slung at him. Soon the entire group was throwing mud and yelling and laughing and tumbling over one another.

Megan felt a thick, strong hand grab her wrist and pull her towards them. She found herself pressed against the thick hard body of her head of security, and they slipped around against each other in the mud. She wrapped one leg around his waist for balance and leverage but instead of gaining the upper hand, he slid several fingers along the crotch of her running shorts. She gasped and wriggled against the fingers which only spurred them on.

By the time the filthy group has settled back down, she was red-faced and panting from desire. As they all slogged their way out of the pit, she prayed that the rest of her senior staff would chalk it up to exertion.

The hotel employee took one look at the mud-covered monsters and pointed at the back entrance where the locker rooms were located.

Chapter 7

Everyone schlepped into the locker rooms, leaving a trail of mud behind them. Megan had only one other female on her staff so it was just the two of them, she and Susan, the Human Resources director, in the women’s locker room. Megan realized that all hopes of maintaining professionalism had gone out the door when she landed in the mud the first time, so she grinned at Susan and stripped down to her bra and panties. Susan looked nervous, but did the same, and stepped into one of the shower stalls wearing her underwear.

Megan followed suit, wishing she had her toiletry kit with her. The water left clear trails through the mud, and she kept wiping at the residue with her hands until most of it was pooled on the floor of the shower. She stood with her head under the water for a good long while to let the water rinse away most of the mess before she even attempted to untangle her French twist.

After she felt mostly clean, she stepped out of the stream and let her hair down. There was no one in the office who knew that her blonde tresses actually fell almost to her waist. Not even Matthew. The cool water felt glorious as it ran through the tangles, and she used the conditioner on the wall to wash it gently.

“I’m going now,” Susan announced “See you in a bit!” and Megan heard the locker room door close behind her. She peeked out into the empty locker room, and grabbed her dirty clothes from the floor to rinse them as well.

Back in her shower stall, as Megan soaped and rinsed her tee shirt and running shorts, she heard the locker room door again. Spinning around in her soaking wet bra and panties, she was face to face with Mac, standing beside her stall wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a huge grin. Megan dropped her wet clothing as he opened the glass door and stepped in.

Without a word, he pushed her up against the shower wall and devoured her mouth. His hands squeezed at her full breasts while his fingers rolled her tight nipples. With a grunt of frustration, he slid one hand behind her and flipped open the bra clasp, peeling it away from her wet skin.

Instantly his mouth fell to one of her taut rosebud peaks, and he closed his lips around it, letting his tongue flicker over the sensitive nub.

Megan slid her hands over his body, feeling the hard flat planes of his pecs and the solid bulge of his biceps. He squirmed when her nails tickled his abs but the grunt dissolved into a moan when her delicate fingers slid inside the waistband of his boxers. The water had soaked through them, and she peeled them down his hips, letting his swollen cock bob free.

As thick as she thought he was through his clothing, he was even larger in her hand. She wrapped her fingers around loosely and stroked him lightly, eliciting a pained groan as he teased her other nipple.

She lightly and loosely stroked him, just enough to torment without bringing him anywhere near the edge. With her foot dragging the boxers to the floor, she reached further down and rolled his heavy balls in her fingertips.

His nails raked her hips as he tore the panties from her body. When his fingers found her slippery pussy, she groaned with him. His nimble fingers teased her wanting need, creating circles around her petals, he finally rubbed her clit. She gasped, trembling, and sunk her teeth into his exposed neck. Guttural grunts escaped his lips. When the locker room door opened, neither of them heard it.

Suddenly the door to the shower stall flew open and they were both staring at a red-faced, fist-clenching Matthew.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he blared at Megan.

Megan was nearly lost in her lust and could barely see straight, especially since Mac had not removed his hand. Megan reached for Matthew who just stared at her. Mac finally withdrew and Megan released her delicate grasp on his bouncing cock.

They stepped apart slowly while Matthew continued to stare.

Megan looked from one to the other, and slowly realized she was in desperate need of both. She took each of them by the hand leading them out of the shower stall and into the rest of the locker room. With a gentle push, she made them both sit down on opposite benches staring at each other. After she locked the door, she returned to the men.

“Strip,” she ordered Matthew.

“What the fuck?”

“If you want to fuck me, strip,” she said with resolve.

Matthew’s naked boss then turned away, bent over to give him a clear view of her well-developed ass, and hungrily kissed Mac before straddling his naked lap. Grinding against him and dancing her tongue in and out of his mouth, she could hear the rustling behind her. She stood up and pressed her body into Matthew’s, feeling the surge in his cock as well. His kiss was less demanding, less forceful, but still full of desire.

Matthew was stronger than his lean frame would indicate, and he easily spun her around until she was on her back on the bench with her legs spread. He knelt at the foot of the bench and pulled her towards him. He absolutely loved to eat her pussy, and he wanted to show Mac just how hard he could make her cum.

Mac was grinning at the two of them and stroking his cock. As soon as Matthew’s talented tongue found her aching clit, she moaned and arched off the bench. With lightning-quick flicks his tongue, explored along her slit, then back to that sweet spot, tickling and licking expertly. Megan’s body bucked as her breathing grew more and more ragged. Mac stood up and straddled her prone body.

She stared up at the thick cock hovering above her and reached for it. He rubbed the sensitive tip against her full lips and she parted them to let him slide his shaft along her tongue. They both groaned aloud as he filled her mouth.

Matthew’s tongue made her moan against Mac’s shaft, making Mac groan. Then, everything exploded within her. Waves and waves of pleasure assailed her shuddering body. When she erupted, her mouth latched on and sucked roughly. Mac drove his cock in and out of her mouth until he had to yank it away.

From his place between her spread thighs, Matthew grinned and stroked himself. Mac and Matthew exchanged a silent agreement, and as Matthew stood to take Mac’s place, Mac pushed Megan backwards on the bench so he could angle his cock to her pussy.

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