I pulled my hard cock out of my boxers and began rubbing it on her shin, smearing pre-cum on her smooth skin.
“Roy!”
“What? This isn’t cheating, is it? You’re not doing anything.”
“I mean. . .I guess,” Leanne said.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“If I ask you to, will you?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “This is your body and your life. You’re in complete control. I want you to see that and give in to the feelings that we both know you have. You don’t want to get divorced. Fine. Are you really telling me that you want to live like this forever? Living in a house with no one to love, with a husband who openly sleeps with other women? Am I expected to believe that?”
Leanne’s eyes were completely focused on my cock. I pulled my foreskin back, exposing my glans, and enjoyed the moment of intimacy. There was something special about doing something a bit unconventional, of revealing myself so thoroughly to someone else, that I found incredibly erotic. I began moving my hips back and forth, getting myself off purely on the smoothness of her skin and the feeling of her shin. Leanne pushed her free hand into her panties and began stroking her slit.
“Let me taste you,” I said.
She shoved her fingers inside herself as deep as she could, withdrew them, then slid them into my waiting mouth. I tasted her juices, licking her fingers clean. She pulled her fingers free of my mouth, returning them to her pussy. I sucked on her thigh, licked her flesh, and, eventually, my body stiffened. Pleasure coursed through my body as I shot my load onto her leg.
“You can taste it if you want,” I said. I had noticed her staring at my cum, just as she had done the night before.
Leanne stretched, meaning to take me up on my offer, but pulled back at the last moment. “No. No, that wouldn’t be right.”
“Suit yourself.” I got up, pulling myself free of her grip. “You never answered me question.”
Leanne sighed. “No, Roy. I don’t want to live like this forever. Hell, I don’t even want to live like this now.”
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Another week of peace passed. On the outside, we were a normal family. My half-sister, Tony, was away at college. She called occasionally. Whether or not she knew what was happening between Leanne and dad was anybody’s guess. I hadn’t told her, Luke wouldn’t, and Leanne was very much the martyr, facing the world with a straight face and a smile. The three of us all had jobs to do. Thankfully, I had inherited my parents’ intellect and, sexual oddities aside, I had risen through the ranks of my company and was now one of the junior managers of a large marketing firm. The company, and the fifteen people who reported to me, took up most of my time. Dad had his engineering firm to tend to. I saw very little of him, though we spoke on the phone every day. Dad and I had always been close. There were no secrets between us. When I was dating, he always made sure to give me advice and any money I would need. I had never been sexually lucky growing up. I had my first, and only, serious girlfriend when I was nineteen years old. After that ended, extremely poorly, dad was instrumental in keeping me sane. He knew that I found solace in the arms of strippers and at the bottom of bottles, and he did not judge. He gave me a shoulder to cry on, and gradually helped me return to normal. Other parents would have kicked me out of the house, given me an ultimatum: Get clean or else! Dad didn’t do that and he had earned my unending love and loyalty because of it.