Megan gyrated on top of Leo's dick; the dining table shook, and the orange juice in the glass was vibrating and threatening to spill as she moved up and down his hard mast. Mike was making pancakes as his wife was making moans and gasps of pleasure from behind him. Mike had been refused permission to directly look at Leo or Megan unless instructed. Mike had to settle for the polished chrome of the toaster to see why his wife was moaning in so much pleasure.

"Fuck, Leo," Megan cried out, louder than usual, her hands clenched around the edge of the table for support, her nails digging into the leather tablecloth as she rode him with an intensity that creaked the chair he was sitting on, her eyes wild and unfocused, her long blonde hair bouncing in its loose messy bun. She was lost in her passion, her obsession for a man who was not her husband.

"Dang, I love this pussy, Megan," Leo groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his thumbs pressing hard into her ass cheeks as he looked at the smooth skin on the back of her neck, the soft white flesh of her upper back that was exposed by her hanging purple and black silk nightie.

Megan's head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her mouth wide open as she panted and moaned. She was in a world of her own, a world where only she and Leo's dick existed, where only their pleasure mattered.

"You like that, don't you, you fucking slut?" Leo growled, his hips snapping upwards, driving his cock deeper into Megan's pussy.

Megan moaned loudly, her nails digging into the tablecloth even harder. "Yes, yes, I'm a slut for your cock, Leo," she panted, her eyes still closed, her body rocking back and forth with his thrusts.

She could feel her pussy clenching around his dick, her inner walls tightening and releasing in rhythm with his movements, her body aching for more of him. Leo's hand reached up and inside her nightie, gripping her breast firmly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He squeezed and kneaded her breast, his thumb rubbing against her nipple, making her gasp and moan. "Oh, god, yes, pinch my nipple," she cried out, her body arching into his touch.

Mike, flipping the pancakes, stole a glance at the pair, Leo's hand inside his wife's nightie, the one he had bought her, the favourite one that Leo was now enjoying.

Megan had never liked her nipples played with before, Mike thought.

Megan leaned forward, one of her hands moving to Leo's knee for support as she rode him harder, her other hand still rattling the table, her body slamming down onto his cock with each downward thrust. She could feel every inch of him filling her, stretching her, and she craved more. She wanted to feel him deeper, to feel him completely inside her. She rode him with a ferocity she had never ever shown with Mike, her body moving in a way that was wild.

Leo groaned, his hands gripping her hips tighter. "I'm close, baby," he growled, his breath coming short. "I'm going to cum soon."

The words sent a rush of adrenaline through Megan, pushing her to ride him even harder. She leaned forward, her hands now clutching onto the edge of the table for dear life, her body slamming down onto Leo's cock with each thrust. The force of her movements sent glasses of juice flying across the table, spilling their contents onto the tablecloth and the floor. Mike watched the bevelled reflection in disbelief as his wife fucked Leo like never before, her body completely lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

Leo's face contorted, his breath sharp gasps. "Fuck, Megan, I'm going to cum," he groaned, his hips bucking against her with more intensity.

Megan felt the words like a shot of adrenaline, her body tensing as she slammed down harder onto Leo's cock, her breath coming in short pants. She could feel the tension building within her, her orgasm about to explode like a dam breaking. "Cum in my married pussy, baby," she cried out, her voice raw and primal. "Fill that pussy."

Leo's face screwed up in pleasure, his body shaking as he reached his peak. "Oh fuck, here it comes," he grunted, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he thrust upwards into her.

Megan felt the first hot spurt of his cum hit the back of her pussy, filling her completely. Her eyes rolled back, her body convulsing at the surprise of the intensity of her own orgasm, her inner walls clenching around his cock as if trying to milk every last drop from him.

"FUCK YES!" she screamed, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm, her eyes tightly shut, her mouth open in a silent scream, and saliva dribbling down her chin involuntarily.

Leo groaned, his body shuddering as he filled her with his cum, his fingers still deep inside her nightie, pinching and twisting her nipple.

As his orgasm subsided, he looked over at Mike, who was still standing by the stove, a compact mirror held at an awkward angle to see the reflection of the table behind him. Leo had allowed him to use the mirror as a way of avoiding direct contact, and Mike now carried it about always.

"Alright, pussy-boy," Leo said, a smirk spreading across his face. "It's safe to look now."

Mike put down the mirror and turned to look at the table, his face flushed with a mix of humiliation and arousal. He saw his wife sitting astride Leo, her nightie pushed up around her waist, her pussy glistening with Leo's cum. She looked spent, her eyes teary, mascara running, her hair messy and in a falling bun, her body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Leo's cum was trickling out of her pussy, dripping down her thighs, leaving a sticky trail down her leg. Leo's cock was still glistening with her juices, a mix of their combined arousal.

Mike's cock was throbbing in his skinny, tight hot pants they made him wear. He looked at his wife, sitting on Leo's cock, her pussy dripping with his cum, and felt a mix of humiliation and arousal wash over him. He wanted to touch himself to relieve the pressure, but he didn't dare.

Leo, still catching his breath, looked over at Mike.

"You can clean that all up later, but first, breakfast and tidy the table up, Pussy boy."