Lucky Man Ch. 02

"God," he moaned.

She felt a surge of excitement then, realizing that they were getting frisky in a parking lot, anyone could walk up and see them.

She sucked him in deeper then, burying her face in his crotch as far as she could. At the awkward angle and with him still wearing pants, it wasn't far.

Suddenly, a tapping on the glass caused both of them to scramble for clothes, as a bright flashlight was shined in.

Duncan peered out and swore, then rolled down his window after tucking his manhood back in his pants.

"You two having fun?" a voice said.

Kelly peered through the window. It was then she noticed the lights behind them and the police car they belonged to. "Oh crap," she said.

"Sorry officer," Duncan said.

The officer peered into the truck, and shined his flashlight into the backseat, and then moved around the truck, looking in the bed and then over to Kelly's side. The flashlight bounced around the cab of the truck and then stopped, resting on her. She realized that her low cut dress had slipped and one of her breasts was in view. She quickly raised the strap and covered herself. The flashlight moved on.

"What the hell are you two doing out here, besides the obvious?" the officer asked.

Duncan cleared his throat and shrugged as the officer came back to his window. "We uh, couldn't wait," he said.

The officer moved the flashlight back to Kelly and left it there.

"Well, at least you stopped and didn't try to do this while you were driving. Take it home folks," he said.

"Will do, officer," Duncan said. He began to roll his window up as the cop headed back to his cruiser. He glanced over at Kelly and grinned.

She rolled her eyes and smiled back. "I can't believe we got caught."

"That cop sure couldn't take his eyes off you either."

She blushed and shook her head. "I'm sure it was just surprise."

She glanced over at him and stared for a second. "I'll bet you enjoyed him seeing me all flustered."

Duncan smiled. "What can I say. Marie was right. I like showing off my lady, and she looks good tonight."

Kelly had to admit to, herself, that she was turned on. It wasn't just the presence of her husband that had done it either. Marie was on to something, that's for sure.

"Let's head home and finish where we left off," he said, starting up the truck. The cop pulled out in the opposite direction as Duncan headed home.

Kelly got another devious idea then and leaned over, laying her head on her husband's shoulder.

"Did you like the way those men were looking at me?"

"You know I did," Duncan said with a smile.

"Did you see the way they were looking at this body of mine?" she asked, glancing up at him as she put a hand under one of her breasts and lifted.

He glanced down at her and smiled. "Mmmhmm."

"Did it make you hard?" she asked, running her hand over his crotch.

He smiled down at her. "It got me just as excited as it did you," he said.

"Duncan, I was so turned on that you could have taken me to the bathroom and made love to me right in that restaurant."

He laughed out loud at that as they pulled into their neighborhood.

They were all over each other as soon as they closed the front door, clothes flying as they stumbled and fondled their way towards the living room. He took control and laid her down on the couch, spreading her legs and running his tongue up her slit, pushing it inside, then flicking it between her lips.

She'd been wet since they'd left the restaurant, and soon he was making a lot of noise as he sucked at her pussy. His warm tongue and lips felt incredible as they probed and pushed at her. She felt an orgasm cresting as he began to suck on her clitoris, but she wasn't able to enjoy it as he pulled her to the floor and she wrapped her legs around him, practically begging to feel his cock inside her.

He groaned loudly as she felt him push inside. Wrapping her legs tightly around him, she felt the orgasm wash over her as he began to thrust, his cock sliding deeply into her, fingers of pleasure coursing through her body.

He thrust deeply a few times and then she felt him shooting his warm seed deep inside her. He collapsed on his side and she climbed on top of him, her mouth kissing up and down his neck and chest. Eventually she relaxed and lay on top of him, giddy with pleasure.

"Wow," he said.

She giggled in response.

"That was..." he started, but trailed off. "Neither of us lasted very long," he said finally.

"Well, we were extremely turned on," she said quietly. She felt herself oozing a little and reached for a blanket on the couch next to them. "You filled me up," she said, cleaning herself a little.

"Can you blame me?" he asked.

She rolled off of him then, kneeling and helping him to sit up. "Let's go shower and get cleaned up."

He smiled and nodded, picking up their scattered clothes along with the blanket she'd used to clean up. "I'll be there in a few minutes."

She headed to their bathroom and climbed in the shower. Duncan entered a few minutes later as she was shampooing her hair. He sat on the counter and watched, pulling the curtain to the side. She smiled when she noticed him. She continued soaping up her long, red tresses while he watched.

"It doesn't bother me so much when you watch me," she said, dunking her head under the stream.

"Well, I'm allowed to see you. The other guys aren't supposed to. That's what makes it so exciting."

She grabbed the bottle of conditioner. "Yeah, I know," she said. "I just mean that back when we were freshly married, I never would have let you watch me shower like this." She turned as soap ran lazily down her back. She could feel his gaze on her, and feel the soap running over her ass and down her legs.

He stood then and hopped in the shower with her.

She grabbed a washrag from the cabinet by the tub and poured some soap on it, lathering it up and proceeding to wash her husband.

"Honestly, though," he said softly. "Do you think we went too far?"

She thought quietly for a second. "Not now. While it was happening, I kept wanting to cover up. At first, at least."

He frowned. "We don't have to do it if you don't enjoy it."

She smiled and ran the washcloth down to his groin, wrapping his cock up in it and squeezing. "I definitely enjoyed it," she said as he leaned down to kiss her.

He pulled away and smiled down at her.

"I just mean that while it was happening, it was very stressful, but exciting. I kept thinking that I was going to get in trouble. Every time I looked up at you, I got more and more excited."

He nodded. "I know, I kept thinking that someone would see and like, call us out on it."

She giggled. "Like we were back in high school and our parents might find out."

He snapped his fingers. "Exactly! How crazy is that?"

"Two grown people afraid that their parents will find out they were being naughty in public," she said. "Pretty silly."

"I'm sure the cop thought the same thing," he said. "You know how much he was staring at you."

She shrugged. "Yeah, but I don't know that it was in a sexual manner."

Duncan chuckled, obviously not as convinced as she was.

She handed him the wash cloth and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry herself off. She turned to pull the shower curtain closed but saw him staring. She rolled her eyes with a smile and turned to leave.

*****

He awoke the next morning to an increasingly familiar sensation. Peering down, he saw his wife's red hair cascading around her shoulders. He gathered it up in his hands and pulled it back behind her head. She smiled up at him and winked, pulling his cock out of her mouth briefly.

"Morning my love," she said, licking the tip and pulling it back in.

Her lips felt like satin wrapped around his iron-hard staff. She pulled him out and then back in, her tongue running along the bottom of his prick. She couldn't take him very deep, but she'd improved so much lately, he still secretly had hope that she'd be able to go deeper. He was nonetheless impressed with her progress.

She pulled him out of her mouth and wrapped her hand around it, pumping up and down. She winked up at him as she wrapped her mouth around the tip and began to pump faster, her hand squeezing hard but still sliding up and down on his shaft. He felt himself getting closer and reached down for her. She smiled and mounted him quickly, her mouth falling open and her eyes rolling slowly back up in her head as she slid him inside her.

"God," she moaned, as he gently thrust upwards, meeting her on the up stroke.

He pulled up on her hips and then gently back down, causing her to fall forwards in ecstasy.

As their skin met, she kissed him deeply and he began to erupt inside her. The sensation caused her own orgasm to crash down on her, her body shaking in pleasure.

As she gasped on top him, he felt her grinding her pussy onto his cock, her muscles squeezing him as he shot deeply into her.

Spent, she collapsed onto him. She peered up at him smiling a wide, goofy smile.

He chuckled and shook his head. "Morning love," he said. "That was awesome."

"I'm getting better, aren't I?" she asked, grinning up at him.

"That's an understatement," he replied. "You're getting incredibly good."

"I was thinking," she said, kissing him on the cheek as she rolled over the top of him, her legs briefly straddling him. As she did so, her pussy came into contact with his flaccid cock again. She rubbed herself up and down briefly, grinning as he moaned.

"We've gotta get ready for work," she said. "Come talk to me while I shower."

He yawned and stretched. "Okay, but only if you leave the curtain open."

She giggled. "Maybe we should just get a clear one."

He smiled and stood, slapping her playfully on the butt as she moved ahead of him. He loved the feminine way she moved when she walked, and her adorable butt made it that much nicer. There seemed to be a playful bounce in her step this morning as well.

"So, you were thinking," he prompted as she stepped in and turned on the hot water.

"Well, maybe I should ask Marie for some more pointers," she said as she began to soap up her incredible body. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her.

"Sure, if you like," he said, watching the soap run down her shapely butt. "I'm pretty happy with the results so far."

"I know you are, but I'm pretty sure if I could do it even better, that'd make you go crazy."

He smiled at that and left her to finish showering.

"Aww," he heard her say as he left. "I kind of like having an audience."

He smiled and poked his head back. "If I keep watching you, I'm going to get excited and then we'll both be late for work."

"Oh baby, I'm sure they'll be okay without us."

He chuckled, but turned and went to grab her a cup of coffee.

"So I was thinking about working out," she said to him as he passed her the cup a few minutes later.

"Like on a semi-regular basis?" he asked.

"I don't want to let my body get out of shape."

He shook his head looked at her quizzically. "Baby, you've got an incredible body. You eat healthy, and you look fantastic."

She blew him a kiss. "I know, but I just want to keep it that way. I'm not looking to get bulked up or anything. I just want to maintain this girlish figure of mine," she said, dipping her hips playfully.

He nodded in agreement. "Whatever you wanna do, honey."

"Would you consider doing yoga with me if I found a good place?"

He raised his eyebrow and a look of disdain appeared on his face.

She grinned. "Come on, it won't hurt."

"That's not really the kind of working out that I thought you were talking about."

She shrugged. "You don't have to if you don't want to. Just give it some thought."

He nodded then, and leaned over to get a kiss from her before heading off to work.

As he got to his office, Mark passed him going the other way. "Lunch on me?"

"Are we going to the same place?"

"Unless you know of one that's better."

Duncan rolled his eyes. "Fine." Turning, he headed towards his office. Kara was turned around away from him, and bent over.

He coughed as he gazed at her ass. He shook his head at the thoughts that had crept there.

She turned and smiled. "Good morning, Mr. Thomas."

"Kara, please. Just call me Duncan."

"Sorry, I keep forgetting," she said. "So did your wife like the clothes?"

Duncan smiled and nodded. "She did indeed, and said you have spectacular taste."

Kara smiled and scooted back to her desk.

"Can you get Drake Taylor on the phone for me?"

"Yes sir," she said, and quickly did as she was asked.

Duncan entered his office and sat down. A few minutes later she connected him with Drake.

"What's going on, Kemosabe?"

"Hey bud, I've got a favor to ask," Duncan started. "What are you doing for lunch?"

"No plans as of yet."

"Sweet, wanna meet up at Double D's?"

"Sounds good to me my brotha," he replied.

"Alright, catch you later."

Duncan sighed and dove into his work for the day.

A few hours later, Mark pulled up to Double D's and the two hopped out. Drake nodded as the two entered and then the three were seated.

Kimber came in and smiled. "Well, well, three days in a row and I see you've brought a friend!"

Mark smiled and nodded. "This is my new favorite restaurant and may I say that your breasts are looking spectacular today."

"Aw, thanks sweetie," she said, leaning close. "So what are we drinking today gentlemen?"

"I'll just have a water," Duncan said.

"And for you sir?" she asked, turning to Drake.

"Just a water is fine," he said, "and he's right, you look dynamite."

She winked and turned to Mark, who was a few inches from her cleavage. "I'll have a jack and coke," he said.

"Alrighty!" she said. "Any appetizers today?"

"No thanks," Drake said as Kimber disappeared. "So what's the favor you need?"

Duncan nodded. "It's business stuff."

Drake nodded. "Okay. What are the dirty details?"

Duncan and Drake spoke about work for a few minutes, while Mark flirted with Kimber.

"So what's going on with you shit-stick? How are things?" Drake asked looking up at Mark after Kimber had come back to get their order.

"As good as can be expected I guess."

"Fuck you, Mr. non-stop friends with benefits." Drake replied.

He held up his hands defensively. "What can I say, some girls just don't want to commit."

Drake flipped him off. "Man, I'd love to get some strange, or maybe let Molly go down on some chick."

"Careful now, you'll offend our buddy here."

Duncan chuckled.

"By the way I figured out a way of explaining why it's so exciting," Mark said.

Duncan looked up then. "Oh yeah?"

"What are we talking about?" Drake asked.

Mark turned, "Well, a couple of Dunc's friends admitted they were in an open relationship and it turns out that he and his lady were... shall I say... inspired by that thought this past weekend. Turns out that the thought of showing Kelly off a little bit might have excited them too."

"Oh yeah? Mind if I give her a spin then?" Drake asked jokingly.

Duncan flipped him off.

"Just kidding bro, don't unleash the fury."

"So, do tell," Duncan said.

Mark took a sip of his drink.

"Think about it like this. You've got a nice rifle. You've had this rifle forever, and this rifle knows you. You know all the little grooves and worn spots on the gun. You know the sound it makes when it fires. You clean it, take care of it. You love this gun."

"So Kelly is the gun?"

"Yeah, but let me finish."

"Please do," Duncan said, amused.

"So your buddies know you have this gun. They've seen this gun; you've been out hunting together with this gun. You love this gun so much, you like to show it off. So you hand it to one of your buddies. They look at the gun, touch the gun, and admire the fuck out of this nice weapon you have."

"You're an idiot," Drake said.

Mark ignored him. "It's like this. This gun is yours, but the idea of someone else taking it and playing with it for a while is exciting."

"I get that," Duncan said.

Drake shook his head. "So someone told you that they were what...swingers?"

Duncan nodded. "Ed and Marie."

"Goddamn, the one weekend we missed," he said.

"Actually they told us they had an open marriage, which is apparently much different."

"And you were curious why you and Kelly started humping like rabbits?" Drake asked.

"Something like that," Duncan said.

"When they told you what did you think of?" Drake asked.

"Well, Marie giving some stranger head, I guess."

"Right. So you were thinking about people fucking," he said, "and you don't know why that got you guys all hot and bothered?"

"Well yes and no. See she suggested that Kelly and I try a little bit of showing Kelly off. Like I take her out and let other people look and ogle her, but that I get to take her home."

Drake nodded and finally understood Mark's gun example. "Now I get what he was trying to say. It's exciting because it's wrong, it's taboo. You aren't supposed to let other people covet your wife. You aren't supposed to get turned on by the thought of someone deriving pleasure from the sight of your woman."

Duncan nodded. "I figured it was something along those lines. But I've told y'all before, both of us grew up in very religious households, just the sound of Kelly saying the word "fuck" is enough to make me hard as iron," he said, just as Kimber came up behind him.

"Oh really?" she said. "Where is this piece of iron, handsome?"

Duncan blushed. "Sorry."

As soon as Mark and Drake stopped laughing, they told him to quit apologizing. Conversation turned to work then, and soon lunch was over.

"Alright, just give my secretary details about the Merrin account and I'll see what I can dig up." Drake said as they were leaving.

"Thanks bud. I definitely will," Duncan replied. "You and Molly coming to Saturday dinner?"

"We should, the babysitter is all lined up. Catch you guys later. Later meat-sheath," Drake said to Mark.

"See ya dick-breath," he replied. "Hey," he said, hopping in the truck with Duncan. "Do you mind if I take a crack at your secretary?"

Duncan rolled his eyes. "Aren't you fucking Becky right now?"

"Yeah, but..."

Duncan shook his head. "Wait, this is because she looks so much like my wife, isn't it?"

Mark grinned. "I mean... it doesn't hurt."

Duncan couldn't help but grin at that. "It's a free country, but I'm pretty sure she's seeing someone."

Mark swore quietly.

"That's not gonna stop you is it?"

"Hell no," he said, and pulled out of the parking lot.

*****

Kelly and Marie had decided to have a salad for lunch, and had just sat down when Marie started in on her, asking about her sex life.

"So tell me..." she started

Kelly laughed lightly and shook her head.

"What?" Marie asked

"You. You're just so predictable."

"Well, if you aren't going to let me sample that giant thing, I have to imagine what it's like or hear about it from you."

"That's true I guess," she admitted.

"Well?"

Kelly rolled her eyes. "What?"

"Don't what me. How are you guys doing?"

"Us? Or my husband's penis."

The waitress coughed and smiled, causing Kelly to blush.

"Sorry," she muttered.

Marie laughed loudly.

After the waitress finished taking their order, Kelly turned and shook her head at Marie. "You always manage to embarrass me somehow."

"Well, you're easy to embarrass. Seriously though, how are you two getting along with the whole blowjob thing?"

Kelly sighed, realizing that Marie wasn't going to let her off the hook without talking about it.

"We're doing fine. We're still having sex nearly every morning and evening."

"It sounds like the frequency was never your problem."

"That's very true, but I never said we had a problem. I just wanted to please him a little more."