Lucky Man Ch. 02

"Come on man, you know you're like a brother to me. I'd never spill the beans to anyone else," Mark said.

Sighing, he took another bite and then cleared his throat. "No, it's not normal. I mean, yes, it kind of is, but it was more so than..." He sighed. "We were both really turned on by something and it just kind of spurred us into a weekend long sex session. I mean, it wasn't literally all weekend, but we made love at least 5 times, I think."

"How many times do you normally do it."

Duncan shrugged. "Once a day, usually."

Mark shook his head. "That just makes me hate you more," he said.

"Why's that?" he asked.

"You've got the perfect wife. She's funny, short, sexy, she apparently loves to have sex, red-headed..."

Duncan nodded. "Yeah, that's her."

"Goddammit you are a lucky man."

Duncan smiled, "Yeah, I know."

"So how is she?"

"Dude!" Duncan said loudly. "I'm not telling you how my wife is in bed."

Mark sighed and shook his head. "Well, Becky brought her little sister over the other day, and I crossed another one off the bucket list," he said suddenly.

"You dirty bastard," Duncan said, smiling.

Mark grinned. "Dude, it was pretty crazy. I mean we've had a threesome before, but her sister was so much fun! I mean, we didn't start out that way, of course, but a little wine and a little dancing to get the juices flowing, and one thing led to another."

Duncan smiled and tried to concentrate on his steak.

"Have I ever shown you a picture of her?"

He shook his head. "Doesn't that go against the rules of having a fuck buddy?" he asked.

Mark shrugged. "I don't know. We went out dancing on Saturday and I got a few pics of the two of them." The picture he held up was dark, but Duncan could see a couple of blondes surrounded by several guys, both of them dancing with one and with another behind them.

"That's the two of them on the dancing with a few guys. Becky came back to me after a few songs. But her little sister stayed out on the floor. After the night ended, she was pretty well trashed, so we went back to my place to relax. In the truck, Rachel, her sister, flops over in the seat and starts rubbing on my package. Becky tries to make her stop but we're in my truck so it's hard to get her to sit back up. Finally, she gave up and just let Rachel do what she wanted."

Duncan smiled and forked another piece of steak in his mouth.

"So we get back to my place and I put some music on and they start dancing with each other, as girls do. They pull me up with them and then voila, the clothes start falling off."

Duncan sighed. "Man, I have to say, a threesome sounds fun, but with sisters? That sounds a little fucked up, don't you think?"

"Maybe," Mark said after thinking about it for a few seconds. "But they didn't really do anything to each other. I mean Rachel, being drunk, tried to suck on her sister's tits, but Becky wouldn't let her. In the middle of it, when we were hardcore going at it, Rachel did manage to kiss her though. That was fuckin' hot."

Duncan smiled and had to admit that Mark was right.

"But like I said, that's all it was, it wasn't even a very erotic kiss."

"Yeah right," Duncan said.

Mark just grinned. "The next morning was a little awkward, but we said fuck it and me and the little sister had another go around, Becky just watched."

Duncan smiled. "Well, rest assured that we didn't do anything that crazy."

"Just let me ask one question," Mark said. "I promise I'll leave you alone after that."

Duncan thought for a second and then shrugged. "Shoot."

"Feel free not to answer this if it offends you," Mark said, uncharacteristically, "or to pop me in the jaw, but is she any good at sucking dick? I've always wondered."

Duncan cocked his head curiously at him. "Always wondered?"

"Yeah man. I don't mean to sound like I'm talking bad about your wife, but, I've always gotten the sense about her that she's one bad mama-jama at giving head."

Duncan chuckled. "Actually," he said, "up until recently she'd stopped giving me head."

Mark's mouth was ajar, and he had a genuinely shocked look on his face. "Seriously?"

Duncan shrugged. "She's been practicing recently, but the week before last, she hadn't done it since a few months after our wedding."

Mark had a slightly irritated look on his face then. "Do you go down on her?"

"Nearly every morning," he replied.

"Well, why doesn't she return the favor?"

Duncan shrugged. "Well for one, she wasn't very good at it when we tried the first time. You know how shy she is; well she was way more shy back then. Something like that just embarrassed her, and she felt bad that she couldn't do it right. I told her that I didn't actually need her to do that for me, and I didn't."

"Yeah, but why would you lie like that?"

"It wasn't a lie," he said.

"Dude, every guy likes and needs blow-jobs."

"Well of course I like them, but I'm not going to ask my wife to do something she doesn't like."

Mark sighed and shook his head. "Wait," he said, chewing on some more steak. "You said up until recently and that she'd been practicing?"

Duncan nodded. "Yeah, Marie's giving her pointers. She told me that she'd started feeling bad that she never did it for me. Last week and this past weekend, she's been practicing," Duncan said, grinning widely at him.

Mark laughed out loud once, surprised. "That's why you had such a good weekend, you son-of-a-bitch."

Duncan shrugged. "Well, yes and no." He forked some more steak but could feel Mark waiting for him.

"We had our friends over again on Saturday, and they kind of dropped a bomb on us."

"Did you have a foursome?" Mark asked.

Sighing, Duncan shook his head. "No, Mark. They told us they have an open marriage."

Mark shrugged. "That's what made y'all so damn horny all weekend."

"See that's what's messing with us," Duncan said suddenly. "Kelly and I both didn't realize why we were so horny. You see, at first I thought it was just that Kelly had taken a renewed interest in giving me head, but then I realized, the thought of someone ogling Marie while Ed knew about it, or the thought of her being okay with him having sex with a woman other than his wife just sent us both over the edge. Ever since she's started giving me blow jobs again, which coincided with us finding out about our friends, she's also been using a little bit of dirty talk in the bedroom."

"Nice, dirty talk is fun," Mark said.

"You're telling me. We haven't behaved like this since we got married."

"So she used to be pretty bad, but now she's getting better?" Mark asked.

Duncan shrugged. "She wasn't awful, we were both just too inexperienced and really still are. I mean, she's getting pointers from Marie, and she's getting really good, but that wasn't the only reason we got so horny."

Mark nodded. "Anything not in the realm of what you are comfortable with is going to be really exciting."

"I'm beginning to find that out."

"So you guys are going to be swingers or what?" Mark asked.

Duncan shook his head. "I doubt I'll ever be able to share her like that. We've got a great sex life, but we're just trying to spice it up a little. I'm not going to start pimping out my wife. We're starting out slowly. Marie suggested that we try working on her shyness. We're really interested in the idea of me showing her off."

Mark looked confused. "Only you could make something as hot as that sound like you did. We're really interested in picking curtains," he said mockingly.

"It's like this. I take Kelly out to a nice restaurant and she wears something a little skimpy. The waiter or some other male figure notices her cleavage, or can see more of her leg than he should be able to, but she doesn't cover herself up. She knows he's watching and lets him watch. Now, I notice that he's watching her, and see's that he's looking at my woman."

Mark smiled. "Nice."

"Yeah, but why? Why is this so exciting?"

He shrugged. "Hell if I know. We need to get back," he said, glancing at his watch.

They finished lunch then, and headed back to the office, Mark having left a substantial tip for Kimber.

****

That afternoon, Duncan pulled into the driveway and headed inside. Kelly had beaten him home and he surprised her in the shower.

"Hey gorgeous!"

"Hey baby!" she said. "Did you find something sexy for me?"

"I let Kara be the judge of that. She went after lunch for me. She said that you'd look great in any of these since you look so much like her. I'll leave them on the bed and get changed."

It didn't take him long to get dressed. He put on fresh deodorant and put on the clothes that his wife had selected for him.

Smiling, he headed to the living room and waited. Sometime later she came out of their room and Duncan smiled widely when he saw her. She was wearing an iconic little black dress. It was tight in all the right places and accentuating her breasts.

She looked very self-conscious. He stood then and came up to her, lifting her frame easily and kissing her passionately.

"You look breathtaking," he said.

She smiled and squeezed his arm. "I feel silly."

"Baby," he replied, pulling back. "You're not even a 10, you're like a 15 right now."

She blushed again. "I should go change," she said, turning. He stopped her, though, and pulled out his phone. "I'll take a picture of you then, if you're going to change, because I don't want to forget this image."

She blushed and hid her face adorably, turning away. He quickly snapped a picture and then another as she turned and smiled sweetly.

"Can I go change now?" she asked, as he put his phone away.

"If you're really uncomfortable, go pick one of the others that Kara bought for you."

She smiled and disappeared into the bedroom. A few minutes later she came out wearing a similar outfit, this one black, but with more material than the last selection.

"Do you feel better?" he asked her.

She shrugged. "Look at my boobs," she said, glancing down and squeezing them together. "They're going to fall out!"

She was right, this dress was much more low-cut than the last, but had more material at the bottom.

"I hate to say it but that's kind of the point baby, for people to notice you."

"Yeah, we want people to notice me, but not actually see my goodies!"

He smiled. "Honey, I'm sure you're going to be fine."

She smirked at him and shook her head. "You're rotten."

He nodded. "Let's go. How does Italian sound?"

She smiled and grabbed her coat, after handing him his.

*****

"So Mark kept prying about our weekend. I guess he could tell that I was in a good mood," Duncan said as they drove.

She smiled and glanced over. "What did you end up telling him?"

"A lot," Duncan confirmed.

"You fold under questioning so easily, baby," she teased him.

"I know," he admitted.

"So did you tell him that I'm giving you blow jobs more now?"

His smile confirmed the answer without him even saying anything.

"I guess that means he knows that Ed and Marie are in an open relationship. Does he even know them?"

Duncan cocked his head in thought. "I don't think so. He might have met them at one of our Halloween parties."

They pulled in to the restaurant and hurried in out of the cold.

"Two please," he said. She enjoyed listening to him when he spoke to someone other than her. His voice deepened and was nice and resonant. It got her all tingly inside when he spoke like that. He never spoke that way to her, of course, softening his voice and speaking quieter.

The hostess took them to their table, and as they sat, Kelly surveyed the room. There was a table of two guys and two girls a few feet away, a table of a few older men in suits, business types, and then a few scattered couples here and there.

The waiter came over and smiled. "I'm Enrique and I'll have the pleasure of serving you tonight. Would you care to sample some wine, or do you know what you would like to drink?"

Duncan looked over the wine menu and ordered one.

"Good choice sir, that's actually my favorite," Enrique said.

As he turned, she caught him glancing down at her, and she instinctively started to bring her hand up to cover herself. She'd blown off people noticing her for years, but now that she was supposed to notice, her instincts kicked in and she felt like covering herself.

Duncan smiled. He must have noticed it too. She smirked at him and shook her head, but he kept smiling.

The waiter returned with the wine and poured them both a glass. He disappeared again after that and Duncan leaned over.

"When he gets back, start asking him questions about the menu, just to keep him here longer. I want to see if he keeps looking."

Kelly blushed, but bit her lip playfully for a second and nodded, whispering, "Okay," at him.

A few minutes later Enrique came back and turned, looking directly at Kelly. "Are you guys ready to order?" he asked, turning then and glancing at Duncan.

"Honey, you had a question?" he asked.

Kelly smiled and nodded. "Yes," she said, and asked about a random dish. As he began to describe what it was and how it was prepared, she noticed his eyes did in fact, start to wander. She could almost feel their descent from her face down to her ample cleavage. The grin on Duncan's face was small, but noticeable enough to make her blush. She glanced down at the menu and pointed at something else, which he began to describe again. She nodded and then shook her head.

"Can I have just a few more minutes," she asked.

He nodded. "Of course, Ma'am," he replied. "Please, take your time."

Duncan laughed like a kid after he left. "He was definitely looking baby," he said.

She smiled and leaned over to whisper. "I know, I felt so naughty when he did! It was like I was being bad, but you knew it!"

Duncan nodded and thought for a second. "This time, adjust your top when you think he's looking, and like... pull it down so more of your cleavage shows."

She grinned excitedly. Marie had been right! "This is so exciting!" she whispered.

Duncan nodded and wiped the grin off his face as Enrique returned a few minutes later.

He pulled out his pad again and wrote down Duncan's order, and then turned, as Kelly looked over the menu one last time.

"I'm sorry, can you tell me what this is," she said, turning and offering the menu to him, and subsequently a better angle at her cleavage. As she did so, she caught him glancing down and then grinned briefly as he stared down the top of her dress. She reached up then, and pulled at the top with her free hand and then smoothed it out, as if she were innocently adjusting it. She glanced up at Duncan and he was desperately trying not to start laughing.

Kelly smiled and nodded. "I'll have that then," she said, and sat back in her chair.

Duncan smiled and handed his menu over.

"Okay guys, I'll go put in this order and check on you in a minute."

Kelly giggled as Duncan leaned over. "That was hot," he said. "He could see all the way down your dress. I don't know if you could tell or not, but when you adjusted it for a brief second, your nipple was out."

Kelly's eyes got wide and she covered her mouth. "Oh my god," she mouthed at him, blushing suddenly.

He waved his hands gently and calmed her down. "It's fine, honey. It was just for a second and it wasn't the entire thing, just part of the areola"

She shook her head at him and continued to turn red.

She couldn't believe that she'd just shown a complete stranger her nipple.

"Sweetie," Duncan was saying. "It was just one, and it was just for a second."

She glanced up and couldn't deny the look of excitement on her husband's face. She returned his smile then, but couldn't help but feel uncomfortable when Enrique came back around.

She didn't want to look up at him, sure that he'd be staring down her dress again, and that this time, her entire breast would be out. She shook the thoughts away as ridiculous and thanked him for the refill of water.

"Sweetie, really, you were spectacular."

Kelly smiled at him then, trying to get back into the spirit of the game they were playing.

It was then that Duncan noticed something strange. Whenever any of the waiters finished helping their table, they made it a point to pass back by Duncan and Kelly's table. She didn't notice it until he'd pointed it out to her, of course.

"I think our waiter told his friends that there is some epic cleavage worth taking a look at," he said.

She glanced at him curiously.

"Watch how they return to the kitchen. They're all going the long way and passing by our table. See?" he nodded over at the door they were disappearing into.

It was out of the way for them to pass by their table like they'd been doing, for most of them at least.

"None of the waitresses are doing that," he said, grinning.

She blushed again and shook her head.

He leaned in. "Baby, you are the sexiest thing here, enjoy it."

She smiled as he leaned over and kissed her cheek.

A few minutes later, a different person came out carrying their food and set it in front of the two of them. Enrique followed quickly and this time didn't really make a show of not hiding the fact that he was ogling her.

She had to admit, the thought of someone else looking at Duncan's property, as she was, was a major turn on. Her panties were getting wet and squishy from all these waiters and busboys that kept passing by. She liked that they were enjoying looking at her; that they wanted her but they couldn't have her.

They finished dinner and Duncan signed the credit receipt. She noticed he wrote something else on it, but he wouldn't let her see it. She stood then, and he placed his hand on the small of her back, something that always made her melt a little inside. A devious plan formed in her mind then, and she smiled, letting him lead her out of the restaurant.

"That was so exciting!" he said, his arm encircling her waist and spinning her to him.

She kissed him excitedly and then squealed in surprise when he picked her up completely and embraced her, his excitement clear in his enthusiasm. She smiled as he finally let her down.

"It was clearly very exciting," she said, looking up at him. "Come on, take me home and fuck me," she said, grinning naughtily.

Duncan looked like he was going to be weak in the knees for a second, but immediately headed to his truck.

"I couldn't believe it when all those waiters kept coming by to stare at me," she said when they'd both hopped in and he'd started the truck.

"Yeah, they weren't very subtle. If we weren't hoping for that type of thing to actually happen, I might be offended."

"Well, think about it," she said, scooting closer to him and reaching for his crotch.

He glanced over and smiled as she fumbled with his zipper.

"I've always known I'm attractive. I've had this body since I was sixteen, I'm used to people staring at me. You've noticed since we've been together, but you've gotten used to it. I don't really think we would have been upset."

She fumbled for a few seconds while she spoke, but finally managed to free his impressively erect cock. She immediately pulled it into her mouth, eliciting a moan from her husband.

"Don't wreck," she said, slowly lowering her lips down his shaft. She thought about how far she'd come. She'd have to remember to thank Marie for showing her a few tricks about blowjobs.

"Easy for you to say," he said.

She giggled and sucked on the head of his dick, eliciting a groan of pleasure.

"You are getting so good at that," he commented, his hand resting on her back.

She sucked again and ran her lips down his shaft until her face was buried in his pants.

"I'm gonna pull over," he said.

"Good," she replied quickly, and pulled the cock into her mouth. She heard and felt the truck pulling into a parking lot and smiled as she continued to suck her husband's cock. He pulled her hair up into a ponytail and sighed in pleasure and leaned his seat back and closed his eyes. She pulled him into her mouth again, her lips locked around the shaft and sucking hard, as Marie had told her to do, and then pulled up and then back down.