Lucky Man Ch. 13

He nodded, looking down for a second. "Oh, I know, I know. It's not that. I just mean that we could have slowed down a little and she might have had even more fun."

Kelly had lowered her head down onto his shaft again and was sliding her lips up and down as he spoke.

"Kimber was more fun, I think, but just because she wasn't in as much of a hurry as Erin. Her tits certainly didn't hurt things at all," he said. He groaned as she slid as far down as she could in her current position.

Popping her lips off of him for a second, she looked up. "And Rachel? You two seemed to forget everyone else was there."

He nodded. "It was honestly unlike anyone I'd ever been with. I mean, there was a definite, sexual connection between us. I dunno, it's like she was just so intense, and she was so very, very tight on me."

Kelly was sucking his cock again, her lips worming their way lower and lower. She whimpered as she felt his fingers pawing at her nipple ring. She lifted her face off of him for a second to speak again.

"Well, baby, you've got a really big dick," she reminded him.

"I know, but this was different, she's really tiny down there. I think it just made everything so much more intense. I lost track of time while we were out there, and she lost track of how many orgasms she had. I think you'd be proud of me though baby," he said. "I only came when she made me."

Kelly giggled and continued sucking.

"At the end though, I have to confess something. She told me that she'd never had better sex with anyone, and I agreed that I probably hadn't either," he said.

Kelly sat up then and looked at him, an amused expression on her face. "That bothers you doesn't it," she said.

He nodded. "I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean it the way it came out."

She chuckled and slid back into his lap, her hand stroking as she began to suck for a moment. Popping his cock back out, she glanced up. "It's okay for someone else to give you a really good time in bed baby. I know what you meant when you said it. You had really, really good sex with her. You don't love her, though, right?" she asked, knowing the answer.

He shook his head. "Of course not," he replied.

"Of course not," she repeated. "You'll see what I'm talking about when we get home and have sex. It won't feel the same as when you were with Rachel. In the moment, yes, you can feel like she's the best you've ever had, and you can even tell her that. She undoubtedly had the best sex ever with you, because she hasn't met the man of her dreams and had sex with him yet. She's not married or in a loving relationship like we are."

Duncan smiled and nodded. "I'll take your word for it," he said, chuckling.

She popped his cock back out again as they pulled into the drive. "You don't have to baby, I'm about to illustrate it."

Duncan parked and hopped out, not bothering to conceal his erection as they walked up to the house together. Kelly's hand quickly found his cock again as they walked in. She quickly led him to the bedroom as they began to strip.

"I had a good time fucking Derrek and Drake while you were gone baby," she said, as she knelt in front of him after he sat on their bed. Her lips quickly found his shaft and began to slide up and down. He groaned and ran a hand through her red locks. She looked up then.

"I mean, I found myself thinking about kind of the same thing, you know?" she said. Her lips quickly stroked down his cock again, her warm tongue rolling around the underside.

"Derrek and Drake both made me cum very, very hard," she said, "and I found myself wondering if I was enjoying it more than I did when I was with you."

He looked down at her, momentarily hurt.

She stopped and looked up at him. "But then I realized how much I was in love with you, and that it was just sex with Drake and Derrek. Yes, they are fun to fool around with, but no one makes me feel like you do, my love."

He smiled and pulled her up, kissing her and pulling her to the bed with him. They worked their way up to the head of the bed and under the covers as he slid on top of her. She spread her legs and pulled his hips down, his cock finding its rightful place inside her.

"We have to ask ourselves these hard questions if we're going to keep doing this," she said, sighing in pleasure.

He held a hand up then. "Hold that thought," he said, and kissed her, his hips stroking his cock deeply into her. She moaned in pleasure, nodding her assent to shut up for now.

He reached down and gripped both of her buttocks, his head propping his torso up enough for her to breathe as he fucked deeply into his wife's pussy.

She moaned beneath him, her legs spread wide and wrapping around him. They were two spirits in tune with each other, it seemed, and both were panting and moaning in minutes. She began to cum, her pussy latching down on to its beloved partner's organ and squeezing forcefully. His cock burst deeply inside her pussy, causing her orgasm to crescendo and little whimpers of pleasure to issue forth from her lips.

"God I love the way it feels when you fill me up," she whispered a few seconds after he'd finished and collapsed into the bed beside her.

He smiled and turned, spooning with her.

"Do you see what I mean?" she asked. "No one can compare to what we just did. We lasted for what, five minutes?"

Duncan chuckled, nodding. "I know. You're so fucking incredible baby."

"But like I was saying," she said, "We have to keep asking ourselves these difficult questions to protect our relationship."

He nodded. "I didn't regret saying it when I told her that she'd been the best, but afterwards, I did."

Kelly smiled. "I know. You're an honest man, Duncan. You're the best man I've ever known, and the only one I'm ever going to truly love. Nothing is going to come between us, no matter what deviant behavior we get up to, because at the end of the day, you and I will always have that connection we just felt between us."

He smiled and kissed her.

"I'm definitely wanting to fuck Drake and Derrek again," she said, looking at him. "As well as the other men in our group. Zeke, Ed, Mark."

Duncan chuckled. "You said you wanted to take it slow and stick to blowjobs."

She nodded. "I do. I just wanted to make sure you knew that I have just the same desires as you."

"Yeah, I definitely want to sleep with Rachel again, and Erin, and Kimber," he said, chuckling.

She giggled beside him. "I know you do baby. Rachel is probably going to ask if she can fuck you again, away from everyone else. I have a feeling that's why she wants to go to lunch."

"That's completely up to you," Duncan said, smiling.

Kelly grinned. "I'm sure you'll find out soon enough what I decide, then."

He turned her over then and kissed her again. "Shower?" he asked.

She nodded, smiling. "You might get me all frisky again," she warned.

He laughed. "If you can coax some life out of my lil fella down there, you're more than welcome to use him."

She laughed and stood, reaching out for his hand.

They went to the bathroom and turned on the water, stepping in starting to wash each other.

"So what's the story with Danielle and Conner?" he asked, washing her back and buttocks.

"That's a little weird, isn't it?" she answered. "I mean, Marie invited them, but Danielle seems to gravitate towards me. I can't help but just... take her under my wing, you know?"

"Momma bird?" Duncan asked, reaching between her cheeks and gently rubbing her anus with a soapy hand.

She moaned softly and leaned into the wall. "Something like that, I suppose," she said. "I dunno, I just get turned on thinking about you fucking that naive little 18 year old, or seeing her blonde hair bobbing between my legs."

Duncan groaned. "Well now you're turning me on thinking about it. A man can only get so many erections in one day."

Kelly giggled. "Does that make us bad people, wanting to fuck the brains out of an 18 year old?" Kelly asked, turning and reaching for the soap.

He shrugged. "Bad people or not, it's a fact. We both want to fuck her."

Kelly grinned and nodded, soaping his chest, arms, and armpits up. He let her work for a few seconds, then turned as she pushed on one shoulder so she could wash his backside.

"Did you like the pictures?" she asked.

He nodded, turning as she finished with his buttocks, her hands reaching for his crotch. "It was really, really hot."

She smiled. "I'm thinking that whenever I misbehave and I'm not around my loving husband, I need to send you pictures of what I'm doing."

Duncan grinned. "I'd like that," he said, smiling at her.

"Yeah?" she asked, soaping his cock and balls.

He nodded.

"Good, cuz I think I'll be a naughty secretary for Mr. Sellers this week," she said as she looked down at his still large, yet flaccid cock and then back up at him, frowning.

He chuckled and shrugged. "He's been put to the test tonight," he explained.

She laughed and led him out. After drying off, the two slid into bed and went to sleep.

The next day, they spent recuperating, and surprisingly, no one bothered them all day long. By evening, they were relaxed and went out to dinner and a movie before slipping into bed and falling asleep.

Monday morning, she woke to his face between her legs. "Damn you," she moaned, looking down. "I wanted to wake you up like this," she sighed, feeling the warmth of his tongue on her pussy.

He grinned and shook his head, his tongue rubbing along her slit and up to her clitoris. Sucking the entire mound into his mouth, he gently pulsed his tongue against it as he sucked, bringing her to a quick orgasm.

She reached for him, but he stood and winked, shaking his head.

"You're not going to fuck me?" she pouted.

"Nope, you're already running late," he said nodding at the clock.

"Shit," she swore, slapping the sheets and sliding out of bed. "I'll get you back tonight," she promised, kissing him.

He nodded and headed to the bathroom with her.

The work week for the two of them was typically hectic. They didn't have much time for anything but work during the day. She even had to pull Danielle aside and tell her that she hadn't forgotten that they were going to talk. The young woman had assured her that she understood.

On Wednesday, she'd felt particularly playful and had decided to continue her torment of her boss from a few weeks ago.

She knocked on the door and entered as he called out that it was okay. He looked up from his pile of work and smiled.

"You look delightful today," he said.

She smiled and spun. She'd worn a low-cut blouse and knew that he liked to try and see down it. "Thank you, sir," she said smiling. "I was wondering if I could get you to take a picture of me."

He smiled and nodded. "Of course."

"Take out your phone," she said. "I want it to be a special picture, just for you and my husband."

He smiled, but looked a little confused.

Heading over to his door, she locked it and then turned, her eyes locking on his. Reaching to the bottom of the shirt, she stripped it off quickly and then followed with the skirt. She'd not worn a bra that day and the excitement of what she was doing had made her nipples more erect than normal.

"You can take a picture of me like this if you like," she said, turning and flashing him her ass. She had on a black g-string and she briefly made sure that it was covering what it could and smoothed out what fabric there was.

Mr. Sellers nodded dumbly and took his phone out, quickly opening it and snapping a picture as she turned back around.

"Silly," she admonished, "I didn't even pose for you."

He swallowed hard. "Sorry," he stammered.

She smiled sweetly and cocked her hips, sexily posing for him. He snapped a few pictures.

"I've been a naughty girl and let someone take some photos of me before, Mr. Sellers," she said. "I'll have to show you the website. I think you'll like them."

He nodded again, unable to speak as she came forwards.

"Now then, I need a special picture for my husband. You see, he likes it when I misbehave. When I send him pictures like the one you just took, he punishes me when I get home by fucking my poor, naughty little pussy."

Mr. Sellers swallowed hard again, his eyes wide. Kelly knew that he was probably as hard as a rock at the moment, and silently cheered herself for being able to do what she was doing.

She stepped forwards until she came up to his chest, her eyes never leaving his.

"Now, you have to promise that you won't tell anyone," she said, "and you have to promise to make this my contact photo."

He nodded dumbly again, his mouth agape.

Slowly, she slid to the ground, sitting on her feet and splaying her knees out wide. Arching her back she tossed her hair around until it had fallen around her shoulders sexily. Looking up demurely, she opened her mouth.

Mr. Sellers lifted the camera and took a picture. She giggled and shook her head.

"No, silly," she said. "You have to put something in it first!"

He swallowed, hard, and seemed to be trying to decide if she was serious.

Kelly wasn't budging though, and went back to her original pose as if she were waiting for a load of cum.

He groaned and nodded then, his hand shakily unzipping his fly. "Are you sure?" he stammered.

She smiled sweetly. "I'm just wanting something in my mouth for the photo, Mr. Sellers. I'm letting you decide what you want me to suck on."

He grimaced in pleasure and steadied himself on the desk behind him.

Reaching in, he pulled out a nicely sized erection and gently stroked it a few times.

Kelly looked directly up into his eyes, not looking at his cock once as he moved forwards slowly.

Her eyes smoldering, she continue to bore into his as she felt her pussy getting wet. Inching forwards, he pointed his very erect cock towards her and stepped up.

"Do you promise to use it as my contact photo?" she asked.

He nodded.

"Do you promise to keep it a secret?" she asked

He nodded, adding, "Absolutely!"

"And do you promise to send it to my husband?" she asked.

He nodded dumbly again as she returned to her mouth open position and smiled sweetly up at him.

Mr. Sellers gripped his cock tightly and pointed it at Kelly's lips, stepping the few final inches to her. Her warm lips wrapped around him and began to slowly slide down as she continued to look up at him. She smiled and pulled him out.

"You didn't take the picture, silly," she said playfully.

He grinned. "Sorry," he muttered, raising his phone again.

She quickly took him back into her mouth, taking him completely in until he was brushing the back of her throat.

She winked as he took one picture, and then sat still as he took several more. Sliding her lips down his shaft a few times, she sighed softly and stood, heading towards where she'd dropped her clothes.

"Now don't forget your promise, you dirty old man," she said, winking.

He groaned, still holding his cock. She quickly dressed and saw him looking a little defeated.

She walked back over to him and leaned forwards, her arms resting on his desk.

"If you can't continue to work like that, I guess you'll just have to jerk off," she said, looking back.

He groaned and nodded, his fist stroking furiously. It didn't take long until he was ready and she pulled him back his free hand forwards until she felt his cock push into one of her butt cheeks. He thrust forwards, sliding into the fabric covering her ass and then in between her butt cheeks. She felt him push aside the fabric of her g-string briefly before he pulled back. A spurt of cum shot from the end of his cock as he came on the back of her skirt, his hand furiously stroking as she ignored him, pretending to look at something on his desk.

Again and again, he thrust forwards into her butt cheek, his cock spasming again and again as he dumped a load onto her skirt.

Finally, he fell back into his desk chair and tried to catch his breath. She smiled and looked at the mess on her butt.

"Naughty old man," she said. "You came all over my clean skirt."

He smiled and shook his head at her naughty talk. "You're going to be the death of me, aren't you?"

She grinned and winked. "Not for a long time," she said sexily. He chuckled as she stood.

"I think I'll just let this dry there," she said, turning to leave.

"Thank you," he said, putting his cock away.

She walked to the door and opened it, stopping to look back as the cum began to soak into the fabric of her skirt.

"Don't forget your promises," she said.

He nodded and began to click on his phone.

She grinned at Marie as she returned to her desk. Marie shook a finger at her and whispered, "Sluuuuuuuuut!"

She sat down at her desk then, feeling the spurts of her bosses cum soaking into the fabric of her skirt.

*****

Duncan

Duncan looked at his phone and saw that Howard Sellers, Kelly's boss, was sending him a message. He dropped what he was working on and picked it up, clicking it open.

Chuckling, he shook his head. Kelly had obviously been a naughty girl as she had promised. There was a picture of her standing mostly nude in Howard's office, and then another of her with his cock in her mouth.

"I'm sorry," came the next message from Howard. "She made me."

Duncan chuckled. "Did you at least get to fuck my naughty little slut?" he asked.

The reply came quickly, it was another picture. This one showed Kelly's black skirt with cum stains on it.

"She made me jerk off on her skirt," he sent. "Again, sorry."

Duncan laughed again.

"Relax Howard," he sent. "She likes getting me riled up like this. I'll be fucking her brains out tonight. Next time, you should manhandle her a little bit. She likes it."

"Really?" came his reply. "You'd be okay with it?

"Absolutely. Teach that naughty little bitch a lesson!" Duncan laughed out loud. "That ought to get her going," he said. He thumbed through the pictures again and felt himself getting erect.

"Ms. Scofield," he said, phoning her desk.

"Yes, Mr. Thomas," she said sarcastically.

"Take your panties off and get your ass in here," he said.

He heard her giggling followed by a shuffle of clothing as the phone clicked off. A few seconds later, the door opened and she came in. She pushed the door closed with her foot and came over, lifting her skirt as she did and showing him that she'd removed her panties as he'd asked.

"My wife has been a bad girl, and got me excited. I need you to take care of it," he said.

She grinned and walked over to his desk. "Blowjob?" she asked.

He shook his head and spun her around. Kneeling behind her, he quickly pushed his tongue into her pussy and caused her to fall forwards onto his desk. She moaned in pleasure, reaching back with a hand to caress his head for a second as he tongued her asshole.

"God," she moaned, gripping the front edge of his desk as he split her folds with his tongue. "You eat my pussy so good, Mr. Thomas," she said, glancing back. He grinned and slurped noisily at her.

There was a knock at the door and Mark's voice called out. "Yo Dunc'! Ya busy?"

"Come in," Duncan called.

Mark entered and then grinned as he saw what was happening. Duncan stood then and lifted Kara's skirt, freeing his cock as he did so.

He walked over to where Kara was gripping the front edge of Duncan's desk and reached down to unzip his pants.

She sighed in pleasure as Duncan began to gently thrust into her, slowly picking up speed until he was powering into her again and again. She groaned in pleasure as Mark pulled his cock out and ran it across her lips. Glancing back at Duncan for a moment, she moaned before turning back to Mark and taking his cock into her mouth.

Duncan thrust deeply into her, sending her forwards onto Mark's shaft, her lips squeezing tightly around him. Smiling, Mark grinned at Duncan appreciatively.