Lucky Man Ch. 01

She looked up at him without taking her lips off.

"Please stop sucking my dick," he said with a grin.

She rolled her eyes and brought him back in, closing her lips over him and sucking gently but forcefully. He moaned and pulled a hair from her eyes, causing her to glance up at him and eliciting another moan.

Pulling him out of her mouth with a soft pop, she looked up at him. "Do you like when I suck your... cock," she whispered.

He groaned then and nodded, and she lowered her face back to his crotch with a smile. She began to jerk the bottom length with one hand while she had her mouth over the tip, sucking gently.

He moaned and tapped her on the shoulder and she popped him out of her mouth just in time to catch a warm splash of semen across her face. She jerked him then, faster, and tried to aim him back at his stomach.

A few seconds later, he glanced down at her and she started giggling. "I'm so sorry baby," he said, shuffling out from under her to head to the bathroom. He sighed and reached for a towel and tossed it to her as she came in with him.

Wiping her face, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "It's okay, baby," she said. "I didn't have the gun pointed in a safe direction when it went off."

He chuckled and hopped in the shower for a quick rinse off. "Hey, I've got an idea," he said, hopping out again as she finished cleaning herself up.

"What's that?" she asked.

"I think we should walk around in our underwear today."

She rolled her eyes. "I don't think so."

"Why not? No one is going to be here, and we don't need to go out."

She sighed and shook her head. "It's cold, that's why."

"I can fix that," he said and headed to the hallway and the thermostat. Cranking the temperature up, he heard the heater kick on again and they both felt the room beginning to warm up a little.

"Honey," she said with a slight pout. "I'm a cold-natured person and you know how shy I am."

Sighing he pulled her close and kissed her on the nose. "Okay, but just wear something skimpy."

She shook her head. "I think I've unleashed a monster," she said. Turning, she glanced back. "Why don't you pick me out something to wear," she said.

Grinning, he started to head to the closet, but stopped off at his dresser. He turned and stood at the bathroom door, a cheesy smile on his face.

She looked at him in the mirror and laughed. "I'm not putting on your jock strap, Duncan Thomas."

Pouting briefly, he winked and turned, heading for her closet. They'd never really experimented with lingerie, so he selected the laciest bra that she owned and the matching panties.

Smiling, he brought it out and handed it to her. She rolled her eyes and started to put them on with a smile. She turned and twirled for him. "What do you think?"

"Delectable," he decided. "Are you going to pick out something for me to wear?"

"Mmm," she said. "Maybe." Walking over to his dresser she grabbed a pair of tighty whiteys and held them up giggling. "Just kidding," she said, and tossed them back in. She opted for a pair of gray boxer-briefs. They were snug over his package and buttocks, leaving nothing to the imagination. She smiled as he put them on and then rushed over for a quick smooch.

For the rest of the day, he could barely keep his eyes off her. She'd be in the kitchen, reaching for the top shelf to put something away and he'd be staring at her ass, her legs flexed and tense as she stretched. Turning around after feeling his eyes on him, she'd blush and swear she'd was going to put on a bathrobe if he didn't quit staring.

He ignored the idle threat and just kept watching her. Eventually it became too much, and around lunch, he walked directly over to her in the kitchen and pulled her too him. She'd started to turn but he stopped her as she was making lunch and pulled her butt right up against his steadily growing cock.

She smiled and reached back, rubbing at him as he groped her breasts. He began to squeeze one of the nipples and pulled gently on one of the nipple piercings, surprising her as he began to kiss her neck.

"Mmm, you're going to make me burn lunch," she whispered.

He kissed her neck again, sucking gently and muttered back, "You're going to be my lunch."

She moaned as his fingers moved from her nipples down to her crotch, plunging into her underwear and then into her. She gasped as he did so, her knees going weak as she tried to focus on stirring the food.

He smiled and turned her then, pushing her up against the sink and bending her over. She gasped as he yanked the underwear aside and not off, he cock somehow finding its way free of his boxer-briefs and slipping up her slit.

She cried out in surprise then as he pushed in, more forcefully than he normally did, and pulled back on her hips, pushing deep inside her. She opened her mouth to moan, but couldn't get any words out and had to steady herself on the sink.

Smiling, he pushed forwards on her hips and then slid her back onto him.

The noodles on the stove started to boil over and she hurriedly moved over to the stove and reached across. He wasn't having any of it and moved with her, his cock finding its way back into her pussy and penetrating deeply. She moaned loudly. "Oh God," she said.

He pulled on her hips while she tried—and failed—to concentrate on the food. She finally managed to turn the heat down on the noodles as he pounded into her.

"Oh fuck," she cried, moving back towards the sink as he jack hammered into her over and over. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she said, again and again.

He obliged her, his cock pushing deeply into her and sending ripples of pleasure from her pussy throughout her body.

She began to orgasm then, her knees going weak as he grabbed her hips and held her up.

He felt her pussy tightening hard on his cock as he began to orgasm himself, as several spurts of warm semen filled her up. Spent, he fell back against the opposite cabinet, his cock dripping with goo, but still very erect.

She was panting and still in the aftershocks of her orgasm, her head hanging down into the sink.

After a break to catch their breath, both turned and began laughing. She finally turned back to the stove to salvage their lunch. He moved to help her, but they were both silent, neither able to find the words for what had just happened.

She had a glow about her that he loved, something that happened after they had sex. She'd had it a lot lately, actually, he realized.

After they ate lunch, he started to clean the dishes. She came over to him then and dropped to her knees in front of him, wedging herself between the dishes and the cabinet. Surprising himself, he could feel himself getting erect as she pulled his cock out and began sucking on the tip.

Grinning down at her, he couldn't help but laugh.

"What's so funny?" she asked, looking up at him.

He smiled, pausing for a second to admire the view; his adorable wife on her knees, clad only in panties and staring up at him while she sucked his cock and rubbed a hand along the shaft.

"God you look sexy," he said, and she winked and closed her eyes. She started to bob up and down, in time with her hand strokes, breaking her mouth-lock briefly to ask him what was so funny again.

"Just look at us. We're like kids, or newlyweds again. I've lost track of how many times we've had sex in the past couple of days."

She looked up at him and popped his dick out of her mouth. "We can always stop," she said, a playful look crossing her face.

He smirked and placed a hand on the back of her head and gently pulled forward. "Hush, and keep sucking," he said, jokingly.

"Mmm," she said, taking him back in briefly before pulling him back out. "Yes, sir," she said, and began to jerk him faster and faster. He moaned and shook his head as she looked up, questioningly.

"I don't know if I can," he said. "I might collapse from dehydration."

She giggled and tried to take him deep again, his large cock stretching her mouth a bit but still causing her to gag when he hit the back of her throat.

She coughed briefly, but wrapped her lips back around his cock again and continued to jerk.

He smiled then and his breathing got faster. He could feel the orgasm building and finally tapped her on the shoulder. She stood then and jerked him, a few streams shooting out and landing on her stomach.

Smiling, he shook his head and pointed towards the bedroom.

She smiled and waved. "Nap time," she said.

*****

Kelly couldn't believe how much things had changed in the past week. She giggled as she finished the dishes that she'd taken over from her physically-spent husband. He was right; they were acting like a couple of school kids. She smiled and got a little weak in the knees when she thought back to the times they'd had sex recently. It had honestly been better than it ever had.

That thought struck her as odd. She stopped and pondered it for a second. Sex had never been bad between the two of them. She'd always had an orgasm with Duncan, and he'd been her first. He'd always been an attentive lover, never overly aggressive, so sometimes she secretly wished he'd be a little bit rougher. But it had always been nice.

She shook the thoughts away and finished washing the dishes. She headed towards their bedroom and heard him snoring softly. He'd kicked the sheets off and dropped his underwear at the edge of the bed. She sighed as she approached and saw his penis laying against his skin the dim light of the room.

She had the sudden urge to take it in her mouth again, but she resisted. She'd molested him enough for one day. She couldn't take her eyes off him, though. He was such a good looking man, she knew she was lucky to have him. Crawling in bed, she quietly scooted next to him and let sleep take her.