Lucky Man Ch. 05

Kelly

The next morning, Kelly could not help but blush when she saw Marie grinning at her from her desk a few feet away. The whole morning she had been smiling and shaking a finger at her as if she had been a bad girl. Old Kelly might have been embarrassed, but wilder Kelly found the whole thing quite funny.

"Lunch, we're talking," Marie said at one point. In truth, the morning went by rather quickly save for the few times that she was teased by her friend. The new client they had signed had given them plenty of work and that made the time pass swiftly.

When lunch finally arrived, the two ladies went somewhere quick, both excited to begin their discussion.

"That had to be the sexiest poker game I've ever been to," Marie commented finally.

Kelly grinned but did not deny it. "What did Ed say about when I was sitting on his lap?"

Marie smiled. "He told me that you definitely turned him on. He could tell you were getting turned on by how quiet you were. He said that your mind had to be going a mile a minute with thoughts. His erection should have been proof that you were having an effect on him."

"Oh my God, I know!" she gushed. "It was so... exciting! I spoke with Duncan about it the next day and told him how much it had been affecting me. His hand felt like it was on fire on my hip. At first I was shocked, and then turned on, and then shocked again. I got embarrassed and then a little sad when he moved it away, but that was when I felt his erection. It was like I couldn't move after that. I didn't want to affect him anymore, but..." she stopped and grinned up at Marie.

"You didn't want it to stop affecting you," Marie guessed.

"I didn't! Oh my God, that's so bad!" Kelly said, covering her mouth and hiding her smile.

Marie laughed easily at her. "You're doing so well coming out of your shell, Sweetheart. I can't wait for you guys to start taking the next steps, but remember, you need to take it slow."

Kelly nodded. "I absolutely agree. We're going to be focusing on each other and making love as much as possible this week. We've got to get caught up on work, though since we've got Duncan's work trip coming up."

Marie nodded. "I meant to ask you two, there's something coming up this coming weekend that Ed and I are going to and wanted to see if you and Duncan wanted to attend as our guests."

Kelly looked at her, intrigued. "Saturday?" she asked.

Marie nodded. "We'll have to skip the usual friendly get-together since it's Saturday evening."

"What are y'all going to go do?"

Marie smiled and glanced over as she ate some of her sandwich. "It's a swinger party."

Kelly blushed and shook her head. "Marie, you just told us to take it slow!"

Giggling, Marie held up her hand and shushed her. "I know, I know, let me explain."

Kelly eyed her warily but relented.

"It's what's known as a redlight greenlight party. It's intended to showcase the lifestyle for new couples. There was a party already happening and I contacted the couple that was throwing it and mentioned that we had a couple of friends that were pretty interested in trying out the lifestyle."

Kelly was shaking her head, but Marie stopped her with an upraised hand. "Before you say anything, I'm talking about Drake and Molly. They've really been considering it and are going to join us at the party. Mark said he'd bow out as Becky and Rachel are heading back home to visit their folks on that weekend."

"So why call it a red shirt party?" Kelly asked.

"Redlight greenlight party," she corrected. "Well like I said, it's to introduce the potential new swingers to the lifestyle by letting them watch what happens at the party. Ed and I will go wearing green clothing, signifying our readiness to play. Drake and Molly will go wearing red clothing."

"Letting everyone know that they aren't there to play," Kelly finished. "That's a cute way to do it," she said, sounding like they were talking about Christmas decorations or something.

Marie nodded. "So what do you think? You guys wanna give it a shot?"

Kelly shrugged and took a bite of her sandwich. "I'll ask Duncan if he wants to," she said.

Marie smiled and pulled out to head back to work.

*****

Duncan

At that particular moment, Duncan and Mark were enjoying lunch at Double D's. Kimber was off, though they were enjoying the company of a pretty blonde named Amber.

"I just hope that you were okay with how I was acting," Mark said.

Duncan laughed. "I'd have said something if I wasn't bud. Besides, I got my "revenge", so to speak, on your girlfriend."

Mark laughed and nodded. "True."

Duncan looked up and smiled. "I noticed you aren't objecting when I call her your girlfriend. You guys doing more than bumping uglies?"

Mark shrugged. "Seeing as how I was getting nowhere hitting on your secretary, I might as well stick with Beck. She's letting me fuck her sister on a regular basis, so she can't be all bad."

"That's good man," Duncan said with a smile.

"Your wife got me pretty... excited," he said. "She's quite a little show-off when she wants to be."

Duncan nodded. "I do love watching her when she's all nervous and turned on, conflicted about how I'm going to react."

Mark nodded. "You know, I've noticed how much you guys have changed recently and I've been a little concerned for you. I'm proud of you, but I don't want you guys to do anything to ruin what you've got. As I said once and I'm sure I'll say again, you guys are retarded for each other."

Duncan nodded. "We've already decided that we're going to communicate whenever we do something like what happened Saturday. Honestly man, nothing that's happened has really bothered me in a negative way, you know?"

Mark nodded again. "I tell you what, whatever your wife wants to do to me, I'll let Becky do to you. It's only fair."

"Well that's up to Becky, but I appreciate that."

"Actually Dunc, Becky is just a girlfriend, Kelly is your wife. I'll have Rachel and Becky return the favor."

Duncan laughed. "Now that I'll agree to!" he said loudly, causing the two men to chuckle.

As the conversation slowed, they finished lunch and headed back to work.

"Later hoser," Mark said with a wave as he headed towards his office.

Duncan headed towards his office, but didn't see Kara. He entered through the large wooden door and stopped.

Kara was wearing a tight gray skirt and a white blouse, but was bent over looking through a large file cabinet in his office directly opposite the door. She was faced away from the door and did not hear him come in. She also had ear buds in her ear, and her cellphone in her hand. Whatever music was playing must have been catchy, because even though her knees were straight, she was wiggling slightly to the music, causing her ass to bounce left and right provocatively.

Duncan cleared his throat to get her attention, not wanting to startle her. He moved forwards raising his hand to tap her, but just as soon as he did she raised up with a file in her hand, her back brushing his hand and causing her to yelp in surprise.

She backed up into him accidentally and he felt her warmth briefly as her backside brushed against him.

"Oh, Duncan!" she said, startled, and spun around to face him.

"Oh no," he said, raising his hands. "I wasn't..."

She shook her head. "No no, it's my fault!"

"I'm sorry!" he stammered, "I'll uh, I'll leave you to it then."

Turning, he left the room, but then realized that he was leaving his own office. He stopped at the doorway then, she was following behind him at a brisk pace and slammed into the back of him.

"Oh jeez!" she said, covering her mouth as he spun around to face her, raising his hand to catch her. He caught her right in the left breast with the back of his hand causing her to wince.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry," he sputtered. "I didn't... this is all so... wrong," he said. "I'm such a klutz." He reached out to steady her but then realized what he was doing and sidestepped, placing his outstretched hand on the door.

"No no," she stammered. "It was my fault."

He shook his head, his face turning crimson. "I'm uh, sorry," he said, moving aside so that she could head to her desk.

"It's okay," she said, "I should have heard you."

He shook his head and tried to take the blame again, but sputtered out something unintelligible and turned, smacking into the door frame. "Fuck," he swore quietly. "I'm such an idiot," he said, closing the door behind him. He glanced up through the window and saw Kara glance back towards him, but quickly turn the other way.

"Great," he thought. "Now she thinks I'm weird and perverted." Duncan felt like burying his head in the sand. He picked up his phone and shot off a text to his wife.

"It's official, I'm an idiot. I'll tell you all about it tonight," he sent, and put his phone back down.

A few hours later, a timid knock on the door caught his attention from the computer screen in front of him.

"Come in," he called.

"Hi," Kara said, peeking in. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about earlier. It was a silly misunderstanding and we just acted like a couple of doofuses trying to be polite."

Duncan stood and waved his hands in dismissal. "I'm just hoping I didn't offend you."

She shook her head. "No harm done, it was a simple accident."

He nodded. "Good. Alright. Well, I'm sorry all the same... for... you know..." he said, raising the offending hand and wiggling his fingers.

She smiled and shook her head. "Don't think anything of it."

He turned to head back to his desk as she headed back out the door.

That evening, Kelly was about to fall off her stool at the bar in their house she was laughing so hard.

"I'm so glad you're sympathetic to your husband's plight."

She laughed so hard she snorted briefly, causing her husband to grin and shake his head. "It's not that funny," he admonished.

She nodded but continued giggling nonetheless. "Poor Kara, having to deal with her boss punching her in the tits."

Duncan chuckled and shook his head, smiling at his cackling wife.

"I knew you'd get a kick out of the situation."

She finally slowed to a mild chuckle and held her sides. "I think that gave me a cramp," she said.

"Serves you right, laughing at your husband."

She turned then and kissed him. Pulling back, she glanced up into his eyes. "What would you like for dinner?"

He shrugged and thought for a minute. "Steak?" he asked, looking back down.

She scrunched up her mouth in thought briefly. "Steak," she confirmed with a nod.

Duncan smiled and kissed her again. After grabbing their coats, they headed to their favorite steak restaurant and pulled in. As they entered, they saw a familiar face standing in line at the hostesses station.

Kelly recognized him immediately and nudged Duncan, who looked up and shrugged, not recognizing him.

Grinning, she walked quietly up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. "Officer?" she said quietly.

Turning, Duncan finally recognized the policeman that had been stopping them.

"Oh hey," he said, turning and seeing Kelly. "Ms...Thomas correct?"

She nodded and smiled. "You can call me Kelly, and you remember my husband Duncan?"

"Officer," Duncan said, reaching out to shake his hand.

"You can call me Zeke," he said, shaking Duncan's hand firmly. He turned and held his hand out for a curly haired blonde. "This is my wife, Amy."

"Nice to meet you," the pretty blonde said, shaking Kelly's hand and then his.

"It's going to be a bit of a wait," the hostess said, cutting into the conversation.

"About how long?" Amy asked.

"20 to 30 minutes," the hostess replied, "though we do have four seats in the bar that just opened up if you guys want to take those."

Duncan and Kelly immediately began to decline, not wanting to intrude.

"Let me buy you guys dinner tonight," Zeke said, turning back towards them. "It's the least I can do for pulling you over three times."

Duncan glanced down and looked at his wife. She smiled and nodded with a shrug.

"Why not," he said.

"We'll take them," the police officer said, turning as the hostess led them through the crowd.

They all found their seats quickly. Kelly sat on one end with Duncan next to her, followed by Amy and then Zeke on the other end. Conversation started politely, everyone talking about what they did for a living.

"I really love being a police officer," Amy was saying. "I mean, I don't get to work with my husband much. I tend to do a lot of tickets, regular traffic stops and the like. There's some regulation about husbands and wives being partners."

Zeke nodded.

"So what about you? What do you do?" Amy asked, looking at Kelly.

Duncan and Zeke began to talk about the ins and outs of police work, talking over the two ladies, neither really being able to hear the other. Kelly stood finally, and switched places with Zeke. "Here, we'll switch back when the food comes."

The two women dissolved into conversation then, free from their distracting husbands.

Duncan and Zeke discussed their jobs further, but didn't mention them being pulled over. As their food arrived, Kelly and Zeke switched back to their original spots. Conversation took a hiatus, but as they finished, Duncan ordered a round of drinks and tossed the bartender a couple of twenties.

"I'm sorry my husband has been perving on you so much," Amy said finally, addressing the elephant in the room. She and Kelly were sitting next to each other, between the two men after switching a final time.

Kelly smiled and shrugged. "I don't mind people admiring what I've got," she admitted, but blushed involuntarily all the same. "Still, I'm surprised he told you. I'm even more surprised that he was looking at me, you're gorgeous!"

She glanced over at her husband who grinned and shrugged. "We're pretty honest with each other," she said, and thanked her for the compliment.

"What did he say?" Kelly asked.

The adorable blonde had short, very curly hair. It was bouncy, and very alluring and sexy. The large curls seemed to bring some mirth to her face. She glanced back at her "Well, normally we'll talk about his day. He told me about the first time he caught you guys being frisky."

Kelly giggled, as her blush darkened. "We can get carried away sometimes," she admitted.

Duncan shrugged and grinned at Zeke.

"He said that you were very attractive and that you had nipple rings," Amy said, with a wide smile.

Kelly blushed deeper at that, but nodded. "I do indeed."

Duncan glanced around. Everyone in the bar area of the restaurant seemed to be lost in their own conversations as expected. Glancing at their two dinner guests, he smiled. "Would you like to see them?" he asked.

Amy grinned and looked back at her husband.

"Well, you know my answer," Zeke said, rising from his stool and coming around to block the view from the rest of the room, standing beside Kelly.

Duncan reached around his wife then, running his hands through her armpits and then upwards. She was wearing a spaghetti strap top and skirt that evening. Amy turned towards Kelly and smiled.

Hooking his fingers into the straps he pulled them off of her shoulder, and then turned his hands to run them into the top. He briefly cupped his hands on her full, perky breasts, but then pulled slowly downwards.

*****

Kelly

Kelly bit her lip as her husband began to display her.

"God," she thought. "He's just displaying me like he wants to. Like I'm his thing," the thought shot through her and caused her to begin to feel a slight squish in her panties.

She stared straight ahead, locking eyes with Amy for a moment, before the adorable blonde looked down as Duncan pulled his wife's top down. She glanced down briefly and saw the top slide softly off of one nipple, and then the other, the rings pulling both nipples up and out.

"Damn," both of the other two said in unison, causing a break in the tension.

Duncan laughed, and nodded at Amy who looked up at the two of them inquisitively.

"You can touch them," he said.

"God, he's not even giving me a choice!" she thought. She was definitely getting wet. Kelly smiled and nodded when she saw Amy looking at her still. Reaching up, the cute blonde pulled gently on the rings, drawing a quiet sigh of pleasure from her.

Smiling, Duncan pulled the shirt back up over his wife's nipples and replaced the straps.

"How much did those hurt?" Amy asked.

Kelly smirked. "I'm not gonna lie, it hurt a lot when it was happening, but I'm kind of a pansy when it comes to that kind of thing. After that I was sore for a few weeks, but now... unless they get caught on something and get pulled really hard, then I don't really notice them."

"Do your nipples always stay erect?" she asked.

Kelly tossed her head back and forth, unsure of how to respond. "I mean, it's hard to say. I've always had nipples that looked erect, you know. I guess some women do. When I started sprouting breasts, my nipples just seemed to want to poke out more than it seemed they should've, you know?"

Amy reached down and lifted her shirt and bra then, in one swift movement. "Do you think my nipples would be okay for piercings?" she asked, glancing at Kelly, and then lingering on Duncan.

"Damn," Duncan muttered from behind his wife.

Kelly smiled. Amy's areola were larger than hers, but the nipple itself seemed a little smaller, and did not protrude as much. Her breasts were impressive, larger than Kelly's by at least a cup size.

"I assume so, but you'd really have to ask a piercer. The girl who did mine back in college had hers done, and showed me what they looked like. Her nipples were similar to yours. She did say that mine would be easier since they stuck out so much, but I can't really say how accurate that is."

"The logic seems to follow," Amy agreed. She lowered her shirt. "That's for letting my hornball husband get a look at your wife every once in a while," she said, looking up at Duncan. "We'll have to even the score sometime. He's such a naughty boy, sometimes."

"Well thank you for the flash," he said with a genuine smile. "Kelly's right, you're gorgeous."

As the evening drew to a close, the two couple said their goodbyes and returned to their vehicles, but not before Amy and Kelly exchanged numbers and promised to contact each other soon.

"Well that was certainly awkward," Duncan said.

Kelly nodded in agreement and slid close to him. She leaned over and began to rub his crotch.

"I'm guessing you liked me displaying you like that."

She grabbed his head and kissed him deeply, surprising him with her intensity. She nuzzled up to him as he started the truck and they pulled out. "Hurry home. I want you to fuck my brains out," she said, feeling his cock jump as she rubbed it through his jeans. She gently began to work the zipper down, her excitement getting the better of her.

"Oh shit," he moaned, as she began to pull his cock out. She slowly lowered her head into his lap as his cock was finally pulled from the confines of his underwear and was swiftly bouncing to life.

She flicked her tongue out over the tip of his cock before closing her lips around it. She wrapped a hand around the base and began to slowly, but deliberately stroke up and down, her lips locked around the head. He groaned in pleasure as he drove towards their house.

She briefly pulled her lips off his cock, but continued to stroke. "I'll bet you liked displaying me like your property," she said playfully.

"Hell yes I did," he said.

"You got me so hot doing that, Baby, showing off my tits to a couple of strangers and just letting them grope me. I couldn't do a thing but what you wanted," she said, lowering her face to his cock again. She continued her stroking and gently sucking the tip until they pulled into the driveway at their house.