Lucky Man Ch. 04

"My wife has this thing for them. She's considering getting some. Do they make you more sensitive?"

"Much more sensitive," Duncan said as Kelly nodded. Without saying a word, he moved his hand over to Kelly's chest and pulled open the other side of her top. He took the left ring in his hand and pulled up, ever-so-gently.

Kelly arched her back and moaned. "Fuck," she said quietly. "Duncan..." she warned.

Duncan smiled and pulled slightly outwards, drawing her nipple forwards, she arched her back, coming forward in her seat.

"Fuck," she said louder.

Finally, he released her as she fell backwards, her breath coming fast.

"Wow," the officer said. "I'll have to see if my wife still wants them." He came around to Duncan's side as Kelly pulled her top back in place.

"Alright sir, y'all drive carefully," he said.

"Good to see you again officer," Kelly said, leaning over to Duncan's side.

"Ma'am," he said, leaning down and smiling.

The officer returned to his cruiser as Duncan rolled up his window.

"You know, I think that policeman might be infatuated with you," Duncan joked.

Kelly smiled. "Just like Erin is infatuated with you?" she returned.

Duncan laughed and nodded. "Yes, exactly like that."

The drive home finished without incident after that, and Kelly slid over into his seat as he exited and hopped out of his side of the vehicle. He quickly unlocked the door and turned to catch her as she leapt into his arms.

He felt her wrap her legs around him as her mouth hungrily attacked his, her soft lips forcing his apart as her tongue darted in. He carried her easily into the house and slammed the door closed behind him. She'd moved from kissing him, to running her tongue along his neck as he carried her to their bedroom.

He approached the bed and gently set her on it as he began to pull off his clothes. She reached as she stared at him intently and undid the knot holding her top on and let the ends fall away. He smiled as she shimmied out of the garment, kicking her heels off quickly and sliding upwards towards the head of their bed.

Duncan couldn't believe how turned on he was. His cock yearned for freedom from the confines of his boxer briefs, and he felt immediate relief when he peeled his jeans off after kicking away his boots.

His wife slid her panties off just in time for him to slide upwards and wrap his arms around her legs.

"Oh God," she moaned, as he pushed the tip of his tongue into her pussy. He absolutely loved how wet she was from the night's activities. Her pussy was positively dripping as his tongue split her lips and sent her head backwards into the pillow. His arms wrapped tightly around her thighs as he pulled her pelvis upwards, his tongue sliding up her slit and rubbing gently across her clitoris. That was all it took. She convulsed downwards with a yelp, her hands gripping the bed cover as she began to orgasm.

He slid his tongue back down and pushed it gently into her, inhaling her scent as he pressed his lips against hers. She was rocking her hips up and down as he moved back to her clitoris, moaning and softly whimpering.

Duncan reached down and worked to slide his underwear off with one hand, the other firmly locked around his wife's thigh. As soon as he could work it the rest of the way off with his feet and legs, he kicked his underwear free and slid up to his knees.

Kelly arched her back, her breasts pointing skyward and her nipple rings glinting atop her almost painfully erect nipples in the moonlight pouring through their window. Her eyes rolled back into her head as he pushed the tip of his cock up against her slit, both hands moving to her hips.

Slowly pushing in, he groaned as he felt the slick tightness envelope his member. She lowered her back, but then quickly arched it again as he pushed deep into her, then retreated. Her orgasm renewed itself and seemed to gain strength, he thought, feeling her pussy convulse onto his cock.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." she whimpered as he thrust into her deeply.

"I'm not going to last long," he warned, and pushed deeply into her again, his cock already beginning to tingle with the oncoming orgasm. "Oh fuck, Baby," he moaned, thrusting faster.

"Oh God," she moaned as he shot his load into her repeatedly, her pussy sucking greedily at his dick and the seed it was depositing.

He collapsed to the side of her, his cock sliding out as his orgasm passed. Kelly slid up next to him and haphazardly pulled a blanket over them. They were both asleep in minutes.

*****

Kelly

Dawn rudely poured light into their room the next morning as Kelly yawned and stretched. Duncan was snoring loudly beside her, still very much asleep. She thought about the previous evening, and suddenly grew very embarrassed. She desperately hoped that they hadn't gone too far, or that she hadn't shocked her friends or worse, hurt her husband's feelings.

She slid quietly out of bed, smiling as she stepped on the pale-green skirt she'd tossed away the night before, and padded silently to the bathroom. Seeing herself in the mirror, she stopped and stared for a second as everything from last night seemed to come back to her all at once, and she began to feel very apprehensive.

"No," she whispered. She wouldn't succumb to those feelings. Duncan was okay with what she'd been a part of last night, and she wasn't upset with anything that he'd been a part of. She was determined to shake off all of her mother's negative influence on her. She wouldn't be that shy little girl anymore.

She dropped her hands to her sides and turned to stare at herself in the full length mirror behind her bathroom door. She turned, looking at her butt. She thought about the previous night and Erin turning showing them her butt. The waitress definitely had a nicer rump than she did but Kelly supposed that hers wasn't bad. God knows it certainly wasn't too skinny, she knew that. Turning profile, she ran a hand over her taut stomach and then upwards, to her breasts. She picked one up and let it drop. It jiggled a little as it dropped, but remained perkier than other women she'd seen. She'd never needed a push-up bra, not yet at least. She looked up at the source of so much hullabaloo last night as she turned, her nipple rings.

"They're just nipples," she thought. The silver rings hung downwards, pulling the nipples ever-so-slightly with them. As she'd told Marie and Duncan the day before, she'd always had nipples that protruded. She could be wearing a thicker bra and they'd still be visible. They were definitely what men noticed first about her, if she had to guess. Other than her father and Duncan, Cooper was the only other man to see her naked breasts before yesterday. He'd played with her breasts before she'd gotten the rings in them, and they'd always been pretty sensitive. She didn't let him get any further than her breasts though, and they'd broken up soon after getting them so he didn't get to enjoy them. That pleasure rested solely with Duncan.

She guessed that they were supposed to be as much for her pleasure as for other people, but she just couldn't get that thought past the servant part of her that just wanted for other people to be happy and not want for anything.

Duncan had always enjoyed her nipple rings, but he tended not to touch them much since they made her breasts so very sensitive. She smiled when she thought of her husband. She was so in love with that man, and so very devoted. The thought of him coming up behind her and wrapping her in his arms always made her smile. She turned towards the shower then, pulling back the shower curtain. As she did so, a small rip appeared in the fabric as one of the curtain rings caught another.

"I guess we really will have to get a clear shower curtain," she thought, reaching in and turning on the water. She stopped then and lifted the lid of the toilet and sat down to relieve herself, and then hopped into the shower after that and grabbed her shampoo.

Now that she was safely in the hot water and somehow felt safer, she allowed herself to think back over the previous evening's more risqué events, quietly promising to consider each event that had occurred. She dunked her head under the warm stream and got it thoroughly wet, then poured some shampoo into her hand and proceeded to wash her hair.

Dinner hadn't been bad at all, she decided. She'd been quietly relieved when she saw Kimber without her top on. Now those had been some impressive breasts! She reached up for the body wash and poured some on her loofah, beginning to soap up her torso and armpits as her hair soaked. She remembered the look on Duncan's face when he saw the waitress's naked breasts right next to him. She giggled and lifted one breast, washing beneath and then taking care to wash carefully around her nipple.

She thought about Rachel and Becky and the vibrators they'd been concealing and smiled. Her hands moved to her other breast and began to scrub gently. Mark really seemed to have fun with those things. He enjoyed Drake pulling her top even more, she figured. She tried not to blush at the thought of how much Drake had turned her on when he did that.

"Was that bad of me?" she asked herself, "Was it okay that another man turned me on? " She didn't have an answer. Maybe Marie would be able to make sense of it for her. She hadn't really had much time to talk with her crazy friend the night before, but she did seem to be concerned that the two of them were moving too quickly.

Dinner was okay, she finally decided. She wasn't embarrassed by anything that had happened there, even though she was still processing parts of it. The men at the table clearly enjoyed seeing her exposed flesh, why shouldn't she enjoy them looking at her? Duncan clearly enjoyed showing her off. She certainly didn't mind when Rachel and Becky had seen his penis...

She stopped and shook her head. "Cock," she corrected herself. She had to stop acting like a little kid being scolded by her mother. She certainly didn't mind the two sisters seeing his cock after she'd been playing with him in his truck.

"You're a grown woman and you're allowed to enjoy yourself in an adult manner," she thought. She began to rinse her hair out, the soap running down her body in rivulets.

"Yes, dinner was fine," she thought again. The club however, that was a different story. She took the conditioner off the shelf and soaped her hair up again, grabbing the loofah and washing the rest of her body.

She closed her eyes and shook her head when she thought of the vibrators that she and Molly had borrowed. She'd never even used one in private, let alone in a public place! "God," she said aloud. "What the hell came over me?"

"Being turned on, that's what," she thought. The small device had felt awfully nice. She closed her eyes then and sighed, thinking of the rhythmic pulsing that Duncan had set it on. When she was out on the dance floor with Duncan and then Drake, it almost seemed like it was keeping time with the music. Erin touching her nipple rings certainly helped things along as well.

"God..." she muttered and felt herself getting turned on again. She pictured the club the night before, Duncan up against her, his magnificent cock pressed into her navel, and Erin spinning her around and gently lifting the ring, the soft kiss that she'd given her, that subtle yet powerful orgasm that snuck up on her.

The only thing that had her concerned, albeit briefly, was being stopped by the police. Once she knew that it was the same one that had pulled them over before and his intentions were clear, she'd been able to relax. That was certainly an odd thought, she realized. She'd been worried that they were caught speeding, or driving under the influence, but was relieved when she knew he just wanted to ogle her goodies. She supposed that her trepidation was due to her upbringing again.

"Still worried about being caught being bad," she thought.

Kelly's hand strayed towards her pussy, gently rubbing. "God, what's come over me?" she thought as her fingers found her clitoris.

She remembered switching places with Molly, and how differently Drake had felt and smelled. She could sense that he was erect too, as Duncan had been, but had only felt it for fleeting moments when their bodies got too close. Her fingers rubbed in small circles as she moaned quietly.

Mark had been such a gentleman when they had danced. She'd have to thank him for that. He'd had ample opportunity to go farther than he should have when she'd been so free with her inhibitions, letting her top fly free. He'd clearly enjoyed seeing her nipples again, and so close to him this time. She could tell that he was fighting an internal war with himself.

An orgasm began to build inside of her then as she rubbed her supple pussy. She lowered her head into the water stream, inadvertently rinsing some of her hair out. "God," she thought. "What a night."

"Fuck," she moaned, her orgasm reaching a peak. She placed her free hand on the wall to steady herself as her fingers moved quickly across her clitoris. "Fuck, fuck...fuck," she cried softly, her forehead against the cool tile as the orgasm crashed down on her. Her breath came in gasps then as she steadied herself with both hands.

"Jesus, what's wrong with me?" she asked aloud. She finished rinsing off and turned off the water, grabbing towels as she stepped out of the shower.

*****

Duncan

Duncan yawned widely as the morning sun pierced the curtains. He heard the water turn off in the bathroom and shuffled onto his side. "Kelly must be showering," he thought. He groaned and stretched, working the sleep from his muscles.

Rolling out of bed, he moved to the dresser and started to pull on some boxers before stopping. He could almost hear Kelly talking about how he'd just put on clean underwear without showering after sex.

He sighed and moved towards the bathroom and knocked softly.

"Come in," came the familiar call from within.

He opened the door and caught a flood of steam as it escaped. The cool air seemed to follow him in then, causing Kelly to shiver and causing her poor nipples to become even more erect. She'd been adjusting a towel on top of her head but stopped to wrap one around her when the door had opened.

"Morning," he said, kissing her shoulder.

"Good morning," she replied. "I might have used all the hot water," she said as he headed towards the shower. "You might want to wait a little."

He shook his head and turned it on. "It probably wouldn't hurt to take a cold shower, after last night."

She smiled and turned towards him as he pulled the curtain, accidentally making the tear a little larger.

"Oops," he said, looking up.

"No, I started that this morning," she said. "I think we might have to get those clear ones we talked about."

He nodded and stepped in, easing the curtain back as he did so. The cool water felt invigorating as he grabbed his bottle of body wash. Squirting some in his hand, he began to wash his cock and balls, then his armpits, followed by his ass.

"So about last night," she said. He glanced over the curtain at her. She was hand drying her red locks with the towel, her breasts jiggling slightly with every bounce of her arms.

He smiled. "What about it?"

"Don't give me that. Were you okay with everything that went on?"

He rinsed his hands and grabbed the shampoo and proceeded to wash his hair and beard.

"Sweetie I didn't see anything that you did that I would consider too far." He said.

"What about when I borrowed Becky's toys?"

Duncan smiled. "I mean... I was really, and I mean really, really surprised by that, but I was okay with it. I was more shocked that Molly followed suit and that Drake let me have control of the darn thing."

"Well, you did return the favor, Honey," she said.

He'd forgotten that. "You're right, I did, didn't I."

"What about the clothes?"

"What about them?" he asked. "I picked them out."

"I showed my body to quite a few people."

"I know you did. That was the idea behind it. It gets us loose, out of our element."

"So you were okay with Drake, Mark, and Ed not to mention all the guys at the club seeing my nipples and rings?"

He chuckled. "Well, were you okay with it?"

She was quiet for a long period of time. "Yes," she said eventually. "I think I have to stop acting like I'm going to get in trouble."

"Well," he said, rinsing his hair and the rest of his body, "I don't think it was necessarily just that. You're very shy, you know that."

"Apparently not when I've had a little to drink," she said, turning and smiling at him.

He reached for a towel and began to wipe himself dry. "I was watching you and Mark dance and I don't think it went too far," he said.

"Mark was a perfect gentleman," Kelly said. "I was surprised.

Duncan smiled and shook his head. "I don't know why everyone expected that of him. He'd never do anything to hurt us."

"Well, not unless I asked him to," Kelly said, grinning and playfully spanking her own rear.

Duncan laughed. "See, that's what I mean! We're not the same people we were a few weeks ago. The old Kelly would never have made a joke about getting spanked!"

She laughed and nodded.

"Honestly Honey," he said. "I was pretty proud of how we handled ourselves last night."

"You know how many people were looking at my nipples on the dance floor?" she asked.

Duncan chuckled. "I was standing with Molly watching you guys, I saw everything."

"That's right!" Kelly said, turning to face him. "I do remember looking up at one point and seeing her standing in front of you."

He nodded. "Yep. I wanted to make sure we could both keep an eye on our spouses."

She rolled her eyes playfully. "I'll bet you didn't mind her rubbing up against you."

"I certainly wouldn't have, but we kept it g-rated."

A silence settled between the two of them as the rest of the night played through their heads, over and over as she leaned over to start brushing her teeth.

"I was a little worried about the cop pulling us over again," she said, turning to look at him.

Duncan shrugged it off. "I'm guessing he knows my truck, and knows how sexy and provocative you tend to look when we're out late. I don't think there's anything to be concerned about."

She nodded. "I know. I think it's a good idea to get his badge number next time though, just in case it gets to be a problem."

Duncan nodded. "I'll look for it if he pulls us over again."

She finished brushing and turned to leave. "You gonna pick out my clothes today?"

He smiled and nodded. "Give me one minute to brush my teeth and use the bathroom and I'll be out. Go ahead and find what you want me to wear."

A few minutes later he emerged and saw her sitting patiently on the bed holding a pair of red bikini briefs.

"Seriously?" he asked. "I haven't worn those in forever. Why do I even have those?"

She shrugged. "Christmas gift probably. I'm playing though. Wear these, she said, tossing a black pair of boxer-briefs at him."

"Silly girl," he said, catching the underwear and sliding them on. After briefly adjusting his package, he moved to her dresser and picked out a pretty white baby-doll camisole and a matching pair of panties.

She smiled as he came over and sat on the bed to watch. Her arms stretching lazily upwards, she slid the top down over her body. Stepping into the panties slowly, she blew him a kiss and winked.

He chuckled and stood, wrapping her in a warm hug and a kiss.

"Breakfast?" she asked.

He nodded. "Sounds great."

The two headed to the kitchen together. Duncan moved to make the coffee while Kelly made the food. After they'd eaten, the doorbell rang.