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Lucy Propositions Don Ch. 01

By: HarryHaversackers



Three weeks ago, we - my wife Mar and I - attended a family wedding here in town. My niece, Anne Marie, was marrying Lynn Connor, the guy she'd been cohabitating with for the past year, and my brother Mac and sister Michelle couldn't have been happier. Mac's my oldest brother and is an old fashioned guy, and it bothered both he and Michelle that their daughter was "living in sin" with her beau. Like I said, we all knew they had different views than the rest of the family, who really didn't think it was that big a deal.

Anyway, the wedding was held on Saturday, at the church we, the family, all attend and the reception followed in the church hall. Our home is only six blocks from the church, and since the weather was pleasant, we decided to walk to the church. One advantage of doing so was that we could both have a drink or two (or seven) at the reception without having to worry about an impaired driving charge.

The wedding went off very well. The couple looked great -- you could tell they were very much in love -- and Mar sniffled through most of the ceremony, as she does at every wedding.

After the church had emptied out, we hung around the hall for awhile with a few others, as the wedding party went off to have pictures taken. Many of the guests headed for a nearby hotel to visit the lounge. I guess they wanted to get a head start on drinking.

I was getting rather bored, so I suggested we take a walk around the neighborhood. Mar was all in favour of the idea, so off we went. There were a lot of well preserved older homes in the area, many with nicely kept yards, and a few where the front yards had been been done over into masses of perennials and shrubs. We had been working to establish a perennial garden in our own yard, so we spent quite a while checking out the way some of the homeowners had successfully mixed their plantings.

We were gone longer than expected and when we got near the hall, there were quite a number of guests making their way toward it. A trio of well dressed young guys had just piled out of a car at the curb and were walking just in front of us.

I nudged Mar and whispered. "Maybe you can hook up with one of them tonight."

She gave me a shot with her elbow. "Don't you think of anything besides sex, you pervert?" she hissed back and then winked to let me know that she wasn't serious.

I should add a note of explanation here: About a year ago, after some marital problems, we agreed that our sex life had grown stale. We'd been married for 25 years, and while we were as close emotionally as ever, sex had lost something for us. After a lot of discussion, most of it in bed, we decided that we'd open our relationship to others. We set some ground rules, the most important being that we'd each seek the other's permission before embarking on a sexual adventure of any sort.

So far, Mar had been the more active. She'd spent a couple of evenings with a friend from Vancouver, who traveled to our city on a regular basis. On one occasion, he'd brought his wife with him, and we'd swapped partners for the weekend. Mar had also had the opportunity to give a young co-worker a good-bye fuck before he left to take a new job in the US. She'd really enjoyed that evening, as the young stud had a larger than average endowment, and great recuperative powers. She was sore for a week afterwards, but claimed it was worth it. My activity had been limited to the weekend swap, and that was fine by me. I didn't think I wanted to pursue any close friends, or local business acquaintances, and my job didn't have me meeting any women from out of town.

We went through the receiving line (I swear, when our girls get married, if they do, there will be no receiving line), and then grabbed a spot at a table where a few friends had parked themselves. Everyone else at the table had gotten a head start on drinking, so I went to the bar and got a couple of glasses of wine for Mar and a double CC and ginger for myself. I almost always drink beer, but that night I opted for the hard stuff.

The meal was served shortly afterwards, and it was great. The Women's League had catered the supper and it was home cooked and wonderful. Nothing fancy, but very tasty. They served cake and ice cream, of course, for desert. Once the tables were cleared they brought around more wine and the toasts began. (Here's another tradition that's going to be broken at my kids' weddings). I was wishing for time to speed up so I could get up and get another CC.

Finally, the last speaker, one of Anne Marie's friends, sat down, and everybody gave her a big hand, knowing that the serious partying could begin.

Shortly afterwards the music started and, as expected, Mar dragged me up to dance. I have absolutely no sense of rhythm, and usually hate to get up in front of anybody to dance, but having had a couple of doubles to loosen me up, I did my duty and danced a few dances with my wife, then returned to our table.

After sitting for a few minutes, Mar got up. "I see Elaine over there. I'm going to see how she's been."

Elaine was a school chum of Mar's. They got together a few times a year to catch up on each other's lives, so she was going to be occupied for an hour or more. I wandered around, talking to friends and family members. One of the people I bumped into was Lucy.

I'd first met Lucy when I was fifteen, and she was twenty -one. She was Allan's girlfriend, and Allan was my brother Mac's best friend. She and Allan were frequent visitors for our house, and to put it succinctly, she drove me absolutely nuts. Of course, at fifteen, virtually anything would cause me to sprout wood. I was a walking, talking hard-on, and she, innocently enough, had me beating my meat at every opportunity. She was very attractive, but what drove my fantasies were her large, sloopy tits, on a tall, slim frame. I had never touched a female's breasts, but my imagination didn't care. In my mind's eye, I kissed Lucy's, fondled, them, even rubbed my hard cock on them as I squirted load after load of my seed into wads of toilet paper. Of course, being fifteen, I was as obnoxious as most boys that age, so she and I fought frequently, and I didn't think she ever knew of the crush I had on her.

Alan and Lucy married later that year, but by that time, I'd started hanging around with girls my own age, but I never lost my fascination with her breasts.

Sadly, Alan was a heavy smoker who ignored his doctor's advice to quit, and dropped dead of a heart attack one day. It was a black day for our family, because Alan and Lucy and their kids really were part of our extended family. That was five years ago, and Lucy seemed to have recovered from Alan's death and had carried on with her life. At fifty-one, she was still a knockout, certainly more elegant than she was in her twenties, and she still had those killer boobs.

We talked for a while, about our respective families. Then a song caught her ear.

"Come on, Donnie, let's dance." 

I objected but it didn't do me any good. We danced to several rock numbers, and the booze I'd consumed lowered my inhibitions enough to keep me from feeling like a complete dork. When the next tune started, I knew it was time to get off the floor, It was The Spirit of the West's "Home For a Rest" and I knew that the younger guests would be jumping around the floor, flinging themselves about with abandon, and there was just no way Lucy and I could do that. It was certainly fun, though, and we stood at the edge of the dance floor and watched them go.

The next one was a slower number and Lucy dragged me back onto the floor, and pulled me close to her, tight against those magnificent mammaries.

After a few minutes, inhaling her perfume and bumping against her, I had an erection. It was impossible not to nudge her with it, and as soon as I did, she looked at me briefly.

"Oh, my..." she whispered throatily. "Aren't you the naughty one."

I....I'm sorry, Lucy," I stammered.

"Oh, Donnie, don't be. I'm flattered. That's very sweet." she paused. "So you haven't changed much since you were fifteen, I see."

I was stunned. I was sure that my infatuation with her had been my secret.

"You knew?"

"Oh, yes. I don't know how Mac knew, but he made sure that I knew, and Allan too. He always kidded Allan about you being his competition. We never said anything. We knew you'd have been traumatized if we had."

"I guess I've still got it, eh?" and she pressed herself against me briefly, I think to make sure that I stayed hard. "If I didn't know you're a happily married man, I'd drag you home with me and take advantage of you."

"OK." was all I said, and gave her a lopsided smile

She stepped back and stared at me, then grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bar. We got fresh drinks, and found a spot to sit, where no friends or family were within earshot.

Once seated, she began grilling me immediately. "Are you two having trouble at home? God, I thought you and Marilyn were the most stable couple I knew."

I held up my hand. "Whoa! You're jumping to conclusions. Everything is fine at home."

"You just suggested that you'd go home with me. That doesn't sound good to me."

I gave Lucy a brief recap of our "arrangement", and ended by taking her hand in mine, and whispering, "I can't think of anyone I'd rather spend an evening with. But not tonight, I'm afraid. I'd want to let Mar know about it, and besides, it's getting pretty late. I'm liable to doze off any time now".

That was a huge lie. I was in hyperdrive, thinking that there was a chance of getting horizontal with my teen-aged crush.

"I'll talk to Mar and phone you tomorrow, OK?" I reached out and gave her knee a squeeze.

The walk home from the hall was quiet. We were both still somewhat buzzed as I asked Mar if she'd gotten close to any of the young guys. She admitted that she'd been half in the bag all evening, and although she was very horny, she'd spent all our time apart talking.

"How 'bout you? Any of those young cuties wanting to jump your bones?" She kidded.

"Actually, I did hook up with someone".

She turned and looked at me with an air of surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah." I answered. "Didn't you think I would at some point?"

"I guess I really didn't think about it too much. Who's the lucky girl?"

"Lucy."

"Lucy McCall?"

"Uh huh. She's the only Lucy we know."

Mar didn't respond immediately, and when she did it was just a halfhearted "Oh."

I waited a while before I spoke. "Are you OK with it? I get the feeling that you're not too enthusiastic about this."

"I don't know, Don. I'll have to think about it."

The rest of the walk home was in strained silence. When we got home, we crashed immediately.

I was hung over in the morning, and Mar avoided me by working in the yard. After being ignored long enough, I made a pitcher of lemonade and took it and a couple of glasses out to where she was and sat on the grass. "It's pretty warm out here. Want a drink?"

She sat down facing me and I poured her a tall glass. When I handed it to her, she took it but avoided my eyes. I was pretty sure the idea of Lucy and I having sex was upsetting her, but I didn't understand why it would.

"Mar, talk to me." I said softly, "I know this thing with Lucy is on your mind. What's the matter?"

There was an angry flash in her eyes when she looked at me. "I don't want you to have sex with Lucy!" 

"Why in the world not?" I had to work at keeping my voice level. I didn't understand where she was coming from, and her attitude grated on me.

The anger on her face turned to vulnerability, and she looked down, not meeting my eyes. "I'm scared." she answered.

I'd have laughed, but the look on her face was nothing if not serious.

"Scared? Do you think I'm going to run off and leave you for her? That's ridiculous. Mar, what's wrong with you?"

"You've always had the hots for her. That's what scares me." The anger had returned.

"I was a teen aged boy overdosing on hormones. I had a crush on an attractive older woman with great tits. That was thirty years ago. Don't you think I've grown up just a bit since then?" I was getting more pissed off by the moment. "You know what this boils down to, don't you? You don't trust me."

"That's not true. I do trust you. It's just..."

"Just what? If you trusted me, then you'd give me a pat on the bum and send me off to spend a night with her, just like I did when you told me you wanted to fuck Larry. What have I done not to deserve your trust. I've been faithful to you since the day we were married. Even before." I paused. "Can you say the same?"

It was a cheap shot, but I was pissed. A few years before, she'd had a brief affair with her brother. It was history, and I'd gotten over it.

"Bastard!" she hissed, and stormed off to the house.

An hour later, she came out of the bedroom, red eyed and sniffling. 

"I called Lucy and told her that I wouldn't be getting together with her," I told Mar. "We agreed that we'd each have to have the other's permission to see someone, and since you're not happy about it, I won't go."

"I'm sorry, Don. It's just that I'd die if I lost you." She sniffled some more.

"Just so we're clear on this," I told her. "I'm not going to be vindictive and say you can't continue to see Larry. If you decide you want to see someone else, though, I may reconsider our arrangement. But I'll tell you this, Mar, I don't really care about Lucy, but it really hurts that you can't trust me."

That set her off again, but I just walked into our home office and closed the door firmly.

I tried to work on a couple of reports that my boss wanted the following week. I sat at my desk until after eleven, then shut the machine down and headed for bed. The lights were out and Mar was in bed, so I quietly brushed my teeth and slipped into bed. She immediately moved to cuddle with me, but I pretty much ignored her.

"I'm sorry, Don. Please don't be angry with me." she whispered. 

"Mar," I replied, "I've said all I'm going to say about this. Drop it, please." She started to sob, and like most men, I'm not good with crying females. Usually, I'd try to comfort her, but I was still feeling the sting of her lack of trust in me, and I was annoyed. 

I got up and grabbed my pillow. "What are you doing?" Mar asked. 

I told her that we'd both sleep better if I slept in the spare bedroom, and left her there crying softly.

The next morning, I skipped breakfast and was on my way to the office before Mar was up. I really didn't want to get into it again. I was rather depressed about this whole thing, and I didn't think that it was a good sign. How could we carry on a loving relationship if Mar didn't have trust in me. 

We had a very quiet meal that evening and I returned to the computer to finish the report I'd started the previous evening. 

An hour after I sat down at the computer, the phone rang. If Mar wanted to get it, fine, otherwise it could go to voice mail. Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the door. 

"Come in, Mar." Her eyes were red from crying again.

"That was Lucy on the phone." she began. "We had a talk. She said some things that made me see how wrong I've been with this. She told me that she wasn't going to lose any sleep over not having sex with you, but she was really concerned about us. What it all boils down to, she said, was that I apparently didn't think that you loved me enough to come home to me afterwards. I told her that she was completely out of line and that I knew perfectly well how much you loved me. And then it dawned on me."

She took my hand and pulled me to my feet and hugged me. "I'm sorry for being so shortsighted. I know how much you love me. I can't believe that, unconsciously, I believed that you wouldn't come home to me. I'm sorry, love."

I hugged her back and we kissed, and then we kissed some more, kissed deeply for several minutes. "I want to show you..." She knelt at my feet, "how much I love you." and loosened my belt and dragged my zipper down. My cock was already at full staff when she dipped her small hand into my boxers, and freed it.

"Hmmm, nice." she muttered and opened her mouth to engulf several inches of my already straining pecker. Mar's cocksucking technique revolved around the languorous movement of my hard flesh in and out of her mouth. Never rushed, she slowly inhaled three quarters of my length, laving the head and shaft with her tongue. The return trip was equally drawn-out and usually ended with a swirl of her tongue around the glans, all the while, maintaining feather light brushes of her fingertips on my shaft and balls. Her method was guaranteed to produce a crashing climax, and one was certainly brewing now. 

Although I was near my orgasm, I wasn't sure if Mar was wanting to take her oral assault to completion, or if she wanted to move on to other lovemaking, so I warned her that her efforts were about to bear fruit. As well, if she was planning to take me to a climax, I wanted her to know, because she wasn't always able to swallow my ejaculate. Sometimes she preferred to have me come on her beautiful full breasts, or more often, when I did shoot my load into her mouth, she'd spit it into a waiting towel. There was no towel handy tonight, and she didn't seem to care. 

She looked up at me with dreamy eyes and gave me a look of utter tenderness. "I want you to come for me," she said softly. "Give it all to me. I want to taste you so badly." She took me back into her mouth.

That's all it took, that loving request to flood her mouth with my essence. It felt as if my head was about to explode as I gushed into her throat. My knees buckled and I saved myself by grabbing the desk.

When I regained my senses, I found myself stretched out on the small settee that served as the other piece of furniture in our home office. Mar was snuggled up tight, stroking my face. 

"You OK?" she giggled. "I thought I'd done you in..." Then she looked at me tenderly. "I love you."

Mar left the room saying she'd be back in a while. As she left, she turned an smiled and raised her eyebrows. "Can we go to bed early tonight?"

"Anytime you're ready." I replied.

Ten minutes later, she reappeared in the doorway. "I'm going to jump in the shower. Come up in a bit."

A short while later I turned off the computer and locked up.

Mar was waiting in bed for me. The lights had been turned down low, a sign that she was up for more sex before we slept. I'd already assumed that she'd want some of what she'd given me earlier and I was looking forward to it. 

I slid between the sheets and pressed up against my wife. I'd recovered sufficiently from her ball rattling blow job that I started to stiffen as soon as I touched her warm skin. She wrapped herself around me and pressed her warm belly against my erection and kissed me hard.

"Make love to me, Don. I need to feel you in me... need to know you still love me after being such a fool.

I returned her kiss and knelt between her knees to mount her. She spread her labia with one hand while using the other to guide the fleshy tip of my cock into her willing pussy. 

"Oh, God! That feels so .... Ohhh... good. I love you! I love your cock in me." she moaned. "Oh baby, fuck me... love me so good."

I'm all yours, lover. You're... Jesus, your pussy is hot tonight. It's a regular little furnace..." Her muscles grasped at my cock as I fucked her.

"You're such a bad girl, Mar." I hissed in her ear. "I should take you over my knee and spank you good. It'd serve you right."

"Promises, promises." she said with a giggle, and threw her hips up at me hard, pushing my stiff cock even further into her moist depths.

"Here... Oh yeah, Ohhh. Let me get on top. I want to... Oh, you fucker! I love it when you do that. I want to ride you."


Lucy Propositions Don Ch. 01



We'd had enough practice over the years that we were able to roll over together without losing our cock-to-cunt contact.

"There, now I can rub my tits on your face. Oh yeah! Lick 'em. Ow! No biting." she moaned. 

"Baby, your cock is so hard. It feels so... Do you know... Ahhh... know who I talked to when I left you earlier?"

I shook my head and sucked hard on one of her nipples. "Who?" I asked with a turgid red teat at the end of my tongue.

"Lucy."

"Really? Why?"

"To ask her... Oh, fuck! I'm gonna come! Fuck me! Fuck me HARD!! Oh shit! I'm coming so good, baby."

Mar collapsed on top of me, panting, trying to catch her breath. "Didn't you come?" she asked.

"Uhn uh." I replied. "Not me..."

"What would you like me to do? Suck you again?" she paused as if reviewing the options. "I know. I bet you'd like a tittyfuck."

"Yesss! I growled. "I haven't fucked your tits in ages. Hang on while I get some lotion."

I poured a liberal amount of the slippery stuff on her full breasts and straddled her, nestling my still hard dick between her two girls. She pressed them together forming a hot tight tunnel for my now throbbing erection. I loved the feeling of my cock between her tits. I'd never failed to have an explosive orgasm whenever I tittyfucked Mar, spurting all over her neck and chest, and on the odd occasion all over her smiling face.

"Come on, Donnie baby. Fuck my big tits! I want you come all over me."

As I stroked away, I remembered Mar mentioning the phone call to Lucy. "So what was the... Oh, Lord, that feels good... the call to Lucy about?"

Mar immediately grinned. "Oh yeah... I got interrupted, didn't I. Oh, look at your cock, baby. It's so red and angry looking. It looks like it's gonna pop. Are you gonna come for me? Give me your creamy come.

Where was I? I called Lucy to tell her that we talked. Actually, I told her what I did. I was a little embarrassed when I told her that I had given you a blow job, but she thought that I'd done well. But what I really called her for was to ask when I could send you over to her house for some hot sex."

"What?" I exclaimed. "Did you really ask her that?"

"Did I make a mistake?" she asked, "Don't you want to fuck her? I bet those big boobs are great to tittyfuck! I wouldn't mind copping a feel or two myself."

My mouth was hanging open as I'd forgotten all about my hard dick between her breasts. She looked down at the head of my cock, the only part of me visible, and said, "And what about that hot come that I've been waiting for?"

It took all of a half a dozen strokes to make my balls unload. The first spurt caught her square on the upper lip. "Ohhh, it's so hot, baby. Come on me!" she moaned. The second one, not quite as powerful, hit her chin. The rest ended up on her neck and chest. It was a real pearl necklace. 

I returned from the bathroom with a wet facecloth and a towel and helped Mar clean up before I climbed back into bed with her and immediately asked, "So tell me again about your conversation with Lucy. I'm not sure I heard you correctly earlier. Did you say you called her to ask when it would be good to go and see her... for sex?"

"Yes." she replied.

"And what did she say?

"She wondered if you could be at her place on Friday around eight. I told her that I though you could, but would get back to her if you had something planned that I didn't know about."

"Friday's fine, but..." I muttered. "are you sure about this?"

"I'm more than fine with it. I told you... I realized how stupid I'd been, that my fears were groundless. I want you to come home and tell me what a hot fuck Lucy is. She asked if she could keep you overnight and I told that it would be OK, as long as she didn't send you home so exhausted that you don't have the energy to give me a good seeing to on Saturday night. I want you to come home and tell me all the details." 

"Keep me overnight? You two must think I'm some kind of object. Keep me overnight..."

Mar laughed. "I certainly do. You're my boy toy, aren't you? I guess you'll be her boy toy, too."

The rest of the week passed slowly. I had a lot of trouble getting things accomplished at work. I spent a lot of time sitting at my desk daydreaming, mostly about Lucy's boobs. I tried to initiate sex with Mar on Wednesday night, but she said she thought I should be a little on edge for Lucy. She did, however, suggest that I should feel free to go down on her, and help her to get off. I didn't think that was terribly fair, but being a nice guy who happens to love the taste of pussy, I lay down between her silky thighs, and happily gave her my best. She was already slick with her own juices, and my saliva added to them. I licked, slurped, sucked, and chewed her to a crashing climax. I was tempted to rub myself to an orgasm, against the sheets, but, in the end, the idea of restraint and its benefits appealed to me and I didn't.

The invitation to Lucy's included dinner, so I dressed accordingly in a dressier pair of slacks and a crisp white shirt, and threw a change of casual clothes in a small bag, along with a few basic toiletries. After giving Mar a long passionate kiss, and a promise to tell her all about it, I headed for Lucy's home on the south side of town. I stopped at a small flower shop on my way for a bouquet of flowers.

It was exactly eight o'clock when I rang Lucy's door bell. She answered the door in a rather enticing outfit, a tight fitting gray and black turtleneck, that emphasized her magnificent breasts and narrow waist, and form fitting dark slacks that drew my eye to her shapely behind.

As I stepped into the entryway, she opened her arms and we held each other and kissed. Now, a welcoming kiss from Lucy was not unusual, but this one was definitely longer in duration than any previous kiss and it was the first time she'd ever slipped her tongue into my mouth. My cock twitched in response. "Wow!" I exclaimed. She just smiled. 

I followed her to the kitchen, the source, I assumed, of the heavenly aroma wafting through the house.

"Are you still a beer drinker?" She asked. I confirmed that I indeed was.

She poked her head into the fridge, and asked. "Which would you like, a Ricard's, or a Kokanee Gold?" 

I took the Gold, and sat down at the breakfast nook while she finished up her preparations for dinner. "The chicken will take another twenty minutes or so. Let's go sit in the family room where it's more comfortable."

I sat down on the large leather sofa, and she settled right next to me, turned to face me, and gave me another kiss, much longer than the earlier one. I exhaled as we broke apart. "Wow again!"

"You've never had a kiss like that from me before, have you?" She asked.

I chuckled. "I think I'd remember one like that. But then I've never had an invitation to spend the night with you before, either." I pulled her to me and kissed her hard, again. I held her to me with one hand as the other explored one breast, then the other.

When we broke, she smiled at me and asked, "Well, do my boobs meet your expectations?"

I laughed and replied. "They sure do." I paused to do a little mental calculation. "I'd estimate that the number of teen-aged masturbation sessions, where I imagined fondling them like that, was in the hundreds." I reached out and cupped one of her beauties again. "I can't wait to meet them naked."

Lucy laughed at my reference to my mid-teen obsession with her chest. "Well, just hold that thought, Donnie. I've gone to a lot of trouble to make you a very nice dinner. You always hear that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but I've always thought that it's through the fly of his pants. Regardless, we've got to keep your strength up for tonight, so let's go eat." 

It was well known in our circle of family and friends that Lucy was a top notch cook. At pot luck suppers, her dishes were the first ones gone, friends were never shy about saying yes if asked if she could help by bringing something to a dinner or a party, so as you might imagine, her meal was very tasty. It was simple by some standards, but absolutely first class. I was a little concerned that I might overeat, then become sleepy, but I wasn't going to let that happen.

After dinner, we returned to the family room to again relax, and, yes, kiss. It quickly became evident that Lucy liked to kiss, loved to kiss. It was a duel, tongue to tongue, in hot, wet, open mouthed, sucking, lip chewing kisses. They were some of the hottest kisses I'd ever experienced. She very quickly took my hand in hers and brought it to her breast. I could feel her nipple, long and stiff behind her bra. I slipped my hand under her sweater and kneaded one breast, then the other, through her bra. With large, heavy tits like hers, the bra was no flimsy, lacy little number. It covered and supported her well, solidly. 

"Oh, Jesus, Donnie." she panted, "I've been so hot since Marilyn called to tell she want me to fuck you, and this is just making it worse. Come on." she took my hand and stood. "I thought we could play around here for a while, but I can't wait. Let's go up to the bedroom." She ran her hand across the bulge in my slacks. "You're ready, too. Come on..."

Once in the bedroom, she stood in front of me and pulled her sweater over her head, revealing her bra encased boobs. Turning away from me, she instructed me to release the bra, which I gladly did. She turned back and slowly let the bra fall away. Her breasts were magnificent, and everything I'd imagined. I remembered seeing her a lot one summer, in a bikini top and cut-off jeans. In that top, the shape of her breasts was plain to see. So large that they couldn't help but sag down on her chest, and the tops sloping like a ski-jump down to upturned nipples. They were still the same. Sure, after thirty years, and two children, they sagged a bit more, but regardless of that, they were still incredible.

I leaned forward and took a thick erect nipple between my lips and flicked it with my tongue. "Oh fuck, that feels so good, Donnie, do the other one, too." 

She pulled me down on the bed and held my face at one breast and then the other, while I treated her nips to the best licking and sucking that I could muster. 

"So good, so good, " she murmured. While I nursed at her reddened teats, she fondled my hard cock through my pants. "Hmmm, nice and stiff. Just what I need in my pussy."

She loosened the waist of her slacks and I helped her by pulling them off, leaving her languorously spread out on the bed in only a pair of sheer pale blue panties. I could see the outline of her sparse pubic hair. She smiled and raised her hips and asked, "Would you, please?" I quickly slipped them over her hips and tossed them over my shoulder. 

She lay with her knees together, and a teasing grin on her face. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." she giggled.

"You're on, lady." I fired back and quickly stripped off my shirt and slacks. Rather than expose my erection quickly, I chose to inch my boxers down, a bit at a time, which had Lucy's eyes glued to the waistband as it slowly traveled south. I got to the point where my pubes were showing, and winked at Lucy. "OK, your turn."

She grinned again and quickly opened and then closed her legs, giving me a brief flash of her charms. It was my turn again, and I pushed my shorts down a bit further, exposing some of my shaft, but little else. My cock was trapped by the elastic waist of the boxers, and I'd need to free it up pretty quickly.

This time Lucy gave me a longer look at her pussy. I could see at a glance that she was aroused, Through her wispy blonde pubic hair, her outer labia were red and puffy, and her darker, inner lips were exposed. 

"What the hell!" I announced, and pushed my boxers down to my knees, allowing my hard-on to spring free.

"Oh yeah!" Lucy exclaimed, and spread her thighs widely. Her pussy was red and swollen and open for business! I climbed back onto the bed and knelt with my dick hovering near her opening. She immediately grabbed it and pulled me toward her so that my length slid right into her juicy slit.

"Oh, my! God damn it, that feels so good!" she moaned and wrapped her long legs around me and pulled me deep into her cunt. "Fuck me, Donnie! Fuck me!"

I stroked my cock in and out of her slowly, resisting the temptation to go hard and fast. I wanted this to last.

"Keep... on... fucking... me." Lucy stuttered. "Jesus, you've got a nice cock. It must run in the family."

I stopped humping and looked at her. "Did you just say what I thought you said?"

She had this 'Oh shit' look on her face. "Yes..." she said uncertainly. "That just kinda slipped out."

"You've fucked my brother?"

"Uh huh." she whispered. "I'll tell you all about it, but first, I need to come. Fuck me!" 

I resumed my slow stroking in and out of her pussy, gradually increasing the tempo until I was banging the shit out of her. Lucy's legs were no longer wrapped around my ass, but rather, were up in air, and she'd hooked her hands behind her knees, and was pulling on them, tipping her pelvis up to allow for maximum penetration. I was slamming my hips into hers, slapping my balls against her ass. The increased pace of our copulation was beginning to tell on both of us. Lucy had stopped any nasty talk and was simply groaning her delight at being fucked so hard. 

I was getting close to coming and was trying my best to hold off, when Lucy shouted out, "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH, FUCK, I'm.... Oh, Donnie, I'm coming!" She shook like one possessed for several seconds, and then gave a final thrust and went limp. 

I was two seconds behind her as I groaned and shot half a dozen strong spurts deep into her womb before collapsing on top of her.

We panted, grinning like a couple of fools at each other. She wrapped her arms tightly around me and kissed me hard. "That was wonderful, sweetheart. You sure know how to treat a girl right. I came so hard." 

We lay together, at ease with each other, and shared murmured endearments, until Lucy suggested that we shower and then relax out on the deck. "I'll tell you all about Mac and I when we get out there."

We showered together, and while toweling dry, I thought of Mar, and wondered how she was doing. I told Lucy that I was going to give Mar a call, and she agreed that it was a good idea. When Mar answered, she didn't sound good, but rather sounded as if she'd been crying.

"Are you OK, sweetheart?" I asked her. 

She sniffled and replied. "You know how you told me you were full of doubts the first evening I spent with Larry. I thought you were being silly at the time, but now I know differently. I'll be OK now that you've called." she blew me a kiss and added, "You're so thoughtful to call". She paused for a few seconds. "Are you having fun?"

I laughed at her. "What do you mean by 'fun'? We've just showered together. Does that tell you anything?"

"Good clean fun?"

I chuckled again. "If that's what you want to call it..."

"Well," she added, "You carry on with your clean fun... or whatever. Thanks again for calling me. I love you, Don."

"I love you, too, Babes. See you tomorrow."

I hung up the phone and joined Lucy after donning the robe that she'd left for me.

"All is well?" she asked. I told Lucy about my conversation with Mar, and she surprised me by saying, "I've experienced the feeling myself."

I sat quietly beside her, looking out over her well kept yard, sipping the beer she'd thoughtfully brought out for me.

After a few minutes, she looked at me and asked, "I guess I should tell you about Mac and I. I hope you don't think I'm awful."

I shrugged my shoulders and looked at her, "So tell me about it." 

"It started years ago, when Michelle was pregnant with Anne Marie. I don't know if you remember, or even knew about it, but she had a horrible pregnancy. I think you were off at university. Her blood pressure was right out of control, and at one point the doctors told her that she should consider ending the pregnancy for the sake of her own health. That didn't happen, of course, but she was more or less bedridden for the last three months. She couldn't do anything, and sex was out of the question. Alan and I visited with she and Mac frequently, and I often brought meals over for them."

She paused of a minute and took a sip of her wine. "Michelle couldn't drink any liquor, of course, but that didn't stop the three of us from boozing it up on occasion and sometimes the talk got pretty loose. 

Alan and I were aware that the lack of sex was getting to Mac. He was such a sweetheart. He waited on Michelle hand and foot and never complained, but she knew he was hurting. Michelle had confided to me that he masturbated a lot, but it wasn't helping him mentally, that he missed the intimacy of face to face sex. One night when the three of us were half in the bag, Alan joked that he should send me over to 'provide some relief' for Mac. We all laughed about it, but a few days later I was talking to Michelle, and she brought that drunken conversation up, and asked me if I would ever consider doing it. She felt so badly for poor Mac, that she was willing to ask me to screw him. I didn't answer her then, but told her I'd talk to Alan about it. He and I talked it over, and decided that I should do it, after all, they were our closest friends.

Michelle and I arranged it so that Alan would spend an evening sitting with her, while Mac came to visit me. Poor Mac was so nervous, yet so horny. We got naked together in our bed, and he didn't even penetrate me before he came all over my belly. We cuddled and kissed, and a short while later, he was ready again, and we had a very satisfying fuck. Through the rest of Michelle's pregnancy, I had sex with Mac once a week or so. It was rather funny, but Mac and Allan didn't acknowledge what was going on to each other, until well after the baby was born. Once Michelle was OK, he stopped coming over for sex, but one day a huge floral arrangement arrived at the door, with a card that just said 'Thank you from the bottom of my heart'."

Lucy paused and looked at me expectantly. "So is it as bad as you expected?" She asked. 

I shook my head. "I had thoughts of you as an adulteress, but you were more of an angel of mercy. Did anything more happen after the baby was born?"

"Oh yeah. That was just the beginning. One evening, shortly after I received Mac's flowers, we were visiting, and had been drinking again. When Mac left to get more beer, Michelle asked Alan and I if she'd be able to repay me when I got preggers. Alan was a bit dense about it and asked 'Repay what?'. It didn't take too long to explain it to him. I had no problem with it, it seemed to me to be the only fair thing to do. Michelle hesitated a bit, but then confessed that she and Mac and discussed it shortly after the first time that Mac and I had screwed, and had agreed that it would be OK, and that we really shouldn't wait for another pregnancy.

When Mac returned with the beer, Michelle and Alan were wrapped in a torrid embrace on the couch, and the look on Mac's face was priceless. After the shock wore off, I pulled him to an armchair and curled up on his lap. The evening ended with the four of us fucking like maniacs on their bed. It was the craziest thing we'd ever done.

After that, swapping became a regular thing, at least a couple of times a month. Over the years that followed, we had other close friends join in. At one time there were five couples, and we had regular house parties where we wives all had sex with each other's hubbies. It was pretty exciting, but as out kids got a little older, it happened less and less often. Nobody wanted their teenager to walk in and find ten people fucking themselves silly in the rec room. Once the kids left home, it resumed to a limited extent. I still see Mac and Michelle and one other couple fairly often."




Lucy Propositions Don Ch. 01



So much for thoughts of my brother and his wife as the straight laced conservative couple.

"Now that I know what you and Mar have been up to, I'm wondering if you'd like to join us?" She held up her hand before I could answer. "I'm guessing that you'd find it a little too weird with your brother and sister there, but perhaps we could work something else out."

I thought about Lucy's offer for a few minutes and then replied, "I think that might be fun, but we'd need to talk about it. If we were to do anything like that, I'd want to start off with just you and I and Mar together. I don't think we could rush into it." 

I paused again. "Just out of curiosity, who are the other couple?"

She smiled. "I knew you'd want to know, and I know they wouldn't mind if I told you. It's not like you're going to tell anyone except Mar about this. It's Jurgen and Bev."

Jurgen was another of my brother's high school classmates. I'd known him for ages, and his wife, Bev was an eyeful, like Lucy. I'd fantasized about her, as well as Lucy as a horny teen. Bev, however, didn't have big breasts like Lucy. She had more of a runway model's shape and was endowed with long shapely legs, that terminated in a perfect, heart shaped ass. I dreamed of Bev's legs wrapped around me almost as many times as I'd fantasized about Lucy's twin peaks. The idea of fucking Bev was appealing, and I knew as well, that Mar wouldn't turn down a night with Jurgen. He was a handsome guy, an excellent tennis player, and had stayed in good shape, even into his fifties.

Lucy interrupted my thoughts about a pairing with Jurgen and Bev by standing and bending over to give me another of her wet, luscious kisses, then slid her hand along my thigh under the robe to squeeze my semi-stiff prick. "Hmmm, he's getting bigger. Are you ready to play again?" I moaned my answer.

"Let's see if I can bring him up to full size." She loosened the tie on my robe and opened it. "Yes, definitely getting there." Without missing a beat, she bent at the waist and engulfed half of my rapidly lengthening shaft. She slid it slowly out of her mouth and grinned at me. "I know Bev would love to suck your cock. She is such a cock hound, that girl. You know, she'd rather suck you off, just to get a big mouthful of come, than take this gorgeous thing up her pussy. That's not to say she doesn't get her fair share of hot fucks. Her favourite, though, is the best of both worlds. Whenever she can, she'll take on two guys at a time, and satisfy both her cravings. I loved to watch her sandwiched between Mac and Allen, getting the fucking of her life." 

I closed my eye and envisioned Bev, with a guy fucking each end, made my cock even harder. I thought of Mar doing the same thing. Shit, what I'd give to see that!

My reverie was interrupted by Lucy swallowing my dick again. Wow! 

"Come on, Donnie." She smiled at me. "I want you to fuck me again."

More to come in Chapter 2



Lucy Propositions Don Ch. 02



In Chapter One, I met an old friend, the object of many of my teenage fantasies, at a wedding reception. She was interested to learn that my wife, Mar, and I were open to sexual adventures with others, and suggested that we get together. I'd come to visit her, planning to stay overnight, and we'd already had some very hot sex, and I learned some things about her that I never could have imagined. We were now heading back up to the bedroom for another hot session...**



On the way up to the bedroom, it occurred to me that I hadn't had the chance to ask Lucy about her sexual favorites. I knew about Bev's now, but was very curious about Lucy's.

After we'd lost the robes and climbed under the covers, I embraced her and asked the question.

"My turn-ons? Gosh, where do I start? You already know that I like to make love... and to fuck... in the usual way, you know, just as we did earlier. I'd have to say that I don't have a favorite position. I like them all. The missionary position lets me see my lover's face. I loved the look on your face as you came in me.

I like to be on top, too, to be in control, and to dangle my breasts over my lover's mouth. I have my best orgasms that way." She rolled over on top of me and slid her wet gash up and down the length of my steel hard pecker until it was dripping with the juices flowing from her cunt. It was driving me crazy. "We've got lots of time tonight, lover. Why don't we sample some of my favorites. Do you want me to put it in?"

I groaned loudly. "Oh, God yes!" 

"OK, baby. This is gonna feel so good." She held my erection and slowly lowered herself onto it. The moist warmth of her sex enveloped me as we both moaned in pleasure.

"Oh, sweet Jesus, I love cock! Yours is so God damned hard, way up inside me like that. Oh.... yeah..."

As Lucy rocked to and fro, riding me with a slow and deliberate motion, she resumed the monologue about her favorites. "I really like it from behind, too. We'll have to do that next. I'll hold my ass up in the air, with my face on the bed, and feel you fuck me so deeply. That's what I like, the deep penetration. God, sometimes I feel like it's gonna come out my mouth... so deep."

She giggled a bit. "Come out of my mouth? I'd rather you come IN my mouth." she paused and smiled. "When Alan and I were first married, he talked me into sucking his cock. I'd been brought up to think that anything deviating from conventional face to face sex was wrong, and I'd resisted his efforts to do it up 'til then, but he wanted it so badly... and we now a married couple. Once I tried it, I was hooked. The power fellatio gives a woman is immense, and it felt so good, too. I couldn't get over how soft the skin felt in my mouth, yet the cock was so hard. I loved to make it throb and twitch. I'd make him take it out just at the last moment at let it spew on my tits. A few times I was too slow and the first spurt of Alan's come would land on my tongue. I didn't like it, it tasted so awful. I learned years later that the bad taste was because he smoked. Of course, since then, I've had a chance to taste other men, and found that I like to swallow when a man has sweet tasting come. Maybe I'll try yours tonight..."

Her comment caused my cock to lurch inside her. "You like that idea, do you?"

I smiled at her as she sat astride me. "Lucy, any man who wouldn't want to watch you as his cock shoots into your mouth is a fool." I jerked my hips upward, and she moaned in response. I quickly rolled her over onto her back and started to hammer her sopping cunt harder and harder. 

She was loving it. "Ahhh, baby... Yeah! That's it! Fuck... fuck me! Give it to me. You fuck me so well, Donnie. Oh shit! Do it! Fuck me. Fuckmefuckmefuckme!"

The intensity of our lovemaking was getting to me and I was getting close. I knew what I wanted. As the moment of my climax neared, I pulled my cock out of Lucy's cunt and scrambled to bring it to her mouth. "Take it!" I had to squeeze the base of my cock to delay my ejaculation. 

She looked surprised, but that quickly turned to lust as she gasped, "Oh God! Give me your come!"

The first spurt burst out of the tip of my cock and skidded along her cheek and careened off her earlobe. The second was right where she wanted it, in her mouth, on her tongue. While her mouth closed to swallow, the last significant one landed on her chin and quickly slid down between her tits.

As I coaxed the remaining goo out of my cock and onto her chest, she moaned, "You were pretty sure I'd like that, weren't you?" 

I nodded an affirmation. "Did you?" I asked, knowing the answer. 

"Did I ever!" she said. "Now, how about a hand here. I want to come, too." She directed me to her gaping slit, her hand behind my head. "Eat me! Oh God, yes! Make me come!" I plunged my tongue into her pussy, and she immediately cried out that she was coming.

We snuggled up together and when we'd both cooled down, Lucy asked me if I wanted to talk more about sexual preferences, and indicated she wanted to hear about what Mar and I liked.

I told her. "You know a little about what we – mostly Mar – have been up to in the past year. She has a friend by the name of Larry who she's been with a few times, and he and his wife Holly convinced us, in a very roundabout way, to try anal sex. Actually, Mar's first time was with Larry, and mine with Holly, and we've done it a few times since, and found it very exciting. Other than that, we like most of the usual stuff. Oral is big for us, otherwise it's pretty routine stuff. That's not saying, of course, that it isn't still a lot of fun after all these years."

"What about role playing games?" she asked. "Have you tried bondage or domination, or any other kinky stuff. You know, whips and chains or sex with chickens?"

I looked her in the eye to see if she was putting me on or not, and she winked, then giggled. "I'm kidding. Or at least, mostly. Let me tell you a story about Alan and I.

Some years ago, just after the kids had moved out to be on their own, we went through a period where we experimented a lot. Since the house was all ours, we did all kinds of crazy stuff, fucked on the dining room table, sixty-nined on the living room floor in the middle of the day with the curtains open, and just generally had fun. Alan had seen some bondage sites on the web and was fascinated by it, and went out and bought some gear, and we started to play with it. Nothing too severe, just a lot of tying up and teasing. At first, he was always the one tying me up, but one night, I decided I wanted to try tying him up.

What a revelation! He was so turned on by it, and so was I. It became the norm for me to be the dominant one, whenever we played that game. Some time later, I was reading on-line reading about what we were experiencing with this, and ran across an article by a woman whose theory was that people, like Alan, whose lives were normally filled with a lot of responsibility, were able to let loose sexually when they were able to surrender to someone, to give up all responsibility. She also said that, when the partner, in our case, me, had relatively few daily pressures, he or she would revel in being the controlling one of the pair.

We had a lot of fun with it. We were having a lot of fun with life overall. We were so close, and then of course, the bastard had to go and die on me." A tear ran down her cheek. "I was so angry at him for such a long time. If he'd listened to me, or to his doctor, to our friends, and stopped smoking, he might still be here. I hated him because he left me too soon." She sniffled and reached for a tissue. "I'm sorry, Don. I'm putting a damper on our party."

I wrapped my arm around her, and pulled her close, then kissed her warmly. "I know you must miss him, Lucy. It was always so obvious to everyone that you two were soul mates. I can understand how you'd be angry to be left alone."

She wiped away the last of her tears, and snuggled deeper into my embrace. We kissed again, and before too long, her small hand was lightly caressing my soft cock. It didn't stay that way for long, and was soon at full staff. "My, my... Ready again." she paused for a long minute and then whispered in my ear. "Can I tie you up?"

After hearing of her adventures with Alan, there'd been a fleeting thought about how it would feel to be held captive by this incredibly sexy woman. My decision to say yes took less time than a blink of the eye. She kissed me softly. "Thank you." she murmured. "You won't regret it."

Lucy rose and dug through a drawer for a few minutes and came back with some padded restraints, some short straps with d-rings and snap closures and a sleep mask.

"Stretch out and make yourself comfy, but first, let me slip this on," and she covered my eyes with the sleep mask. "Blocking some the senses increases the awareness of others. I could give you earplugs to block sound, but I think I'll want to talk to you at certain times, so we'll forget about them." She picked up one of the restraints and held out her hand for mine. Once the cuff was on, she anchored it to the bedpost – I later learned, to a screw eye that was hidden from view, that Alan had installed after getting weary of having to knot a rope to the bed. She made her way to my other arm, then my legs, and there I was, spreadeagled securely, effectively blinded and full of anticipation. So full of anticipation, in fact, that my erection had returned, as hard as it had ever been.

It was very quiet in the room. I was fairly sure that Lucy was standing watching me, but I couldn't be sure, that is, until I felt the tip of a wet tongue flick at my nipple. My dick twitched. The bed shifted as she got on, and then tongued the other nipple, before tracing a line up my chest and along my jaw line. Lucy's soft lips touched mine briefly, then they were gone, but she didn't move. Then the bed shifted again, and those pillowy soft lips were back to my chest again, and heading south. She kept going downward, but skirted past my quivering hard-on, down one leg to my foot, then back up the other, again avoiding any contact with my erection. They left me again, and I felt her get off the bed. Some seconds later, she moved back onto the bed and a distended nipple was pressed into my mouth. My reaction was automatic, and I clamped my lips around it and sucked. Lucy gasped and then pulled away, only to have it, or maybe, her other nipple in my mouth for the same treatment. After being allowed to suckle on it for a short time, it too was pulled away.

After what felt like an eternity, I felt her breath on my ear and she whispered very lightly. "Very good, Donnie. You're doing very well. If I was really into domination, rather than just playing at it, I'd want you for my slave." I shuddered. 

Again, I waited. The bed moved, and suddenly a very humid and aromatic pussy hovered over my face. I almost didn't hear Lucy as she spoke, "Service me, slave." She settled onto my face as I slid my tongue as deep into her hot slit as it would go. I tried my best to lick her, but she started to rock back and forth, moaning out her pleasure. In the end, my nose bumping her clitoris brought her to what sounded like a satisfying climax. 

By this time I was so fucking wound up that I was thrusting my hips in the air, and it surprised and shocked me when Lucy gave my cock a slap. It didn't hurt, but it certainly caught my attention. "Settle down, there, Donnie." Lucy said rather sternly. "You're going to have to wait for your satisfaction. You're the slave here, and I'm your mistress." She chuckled a bit. "I have my fun before you get yours. That's the way it works." She bent to kiss me softly, then licked her secretions from my face. 

"Are you regretting letting me do this to you? She whispered. 

"No." I answered, somewhat uncertainly.

"Good. I've got more for you to do before you'll be allowed to come. But I promise you that when you finally do, it will be spectacular."  

With that, she moved down the bed, and took the head of my cock in my mouth. "Jesus!" I blurted. It felt so good, and not knowing it was coming added to the thrill. She stroked me with her lips, taking most of my length into my mouth, before slowly withdrawing. Her fingers encircled my balls, stretching them away from my body, as she continued to fellate me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Each time she sensed I was too close, she'd slow her incredible oral assault, until I calmed down. What a roller coaster! However, the thrilling ride ended when she removed her mouth and got off the bed, leaving my pecker wet and cooling rapidly, and my balls aching. I was sure she was standing watching me, but being blindfolded, I really had no idea. I don't know how long I lay there, wondering what was next.

The bed moved again, and she straddled me, and immediately lowered herself directly onto my rigid cock. She was extremely wet and I was swallowed up by her hot pussy in a single stroke. "Oh, shit!" I moaned. 

"Shhh," she hissed. "I want you quiet unless I speak to you. Do you understand?" I replied that I did. I didn't know how I'd be able to stay silent with her hot slippery flesh wrapped around mine, but I'd certainly play the game and try my best. She rode my cock, in much the same way as she'd sucked it a short while before, holding my orgasm at bay. My body was saying "Please let me come," while my mind wanted to wait for the promised 'ultra-climax'. I didn't have to make a decision. She made it for me when she quite abruptly lifted herself of me and got off the bed.

"That was very good, lover. I'm certainly enjoying that hard cock of yours. I was almost tempted to continue and make you come. One of my favorites is to sit on my lover's face with my cunt full of his fresh, hot come, and have him clean me out. I have the best climaxes when I do that. Maybe another time. Right now, I think it's time for something a little different." She paused and walked around the bed. "I'm going to release your restraints, and let you stretch a bit. I know that staying tied in one position too long gets to be a bit much. Make sure you keep your mask on."

Once she'd loosened the straps holding me down, I did as she told me. She was right. My muscles ached, except for one, my cock! I wanted to reach out and stroke it, but Lucy's promise of a real thrill kept me from doing it.

"OK, Don. I'm going to tie you down again. She refastened the tie-downs attached to my wrists. When she tugged my leg upward to tie it to the headboard, I wondered what the hell was going on. When she was done, I was bent almost in half, my knees against my chest, with my rigid erection pointed at my face and my ass in the air and very exposed. She knelt on the bed beside me. "Open your mouth, please." She ordered. "Wide". I did as I was told and she stuffed a rubber ball on a strap into my mouth and as she fastened it behind my head, she told me about it. "This is a ball gag. It'll stop you from talking, but not from making noise. Alan loved to be gagged, and I've learned to enjoy the sounds you're going to make. Trust me, you'll be making noise." She chuckled quietly.

Drawers opened and closed and other indeterminable sounds reached my ears, and then there was silence again. Lucy was expert at letting anticipation build. Was she even in the room?

"Close your eyes." I jumped as she whispered lightly, close to my ear. "I'm going to take the mask off, and the bright light will hurt your eyes. Open them slowly."

She was right. Even though the room was not brightly lit, what light there was caused me to blink until my eyes became accustomed to it.

"I thought you'd like to see what we're going to do next." She stepped into my field of view. "Holy shit!" I thought. She was still naked, except for a black leather harness around her hips, from which stood proud a flesh coloured dildo, that was fashioned accurately after a slim cock. I was transfixed.

She smiled softly and leaned to kiss my cheek and ear. "You mentioned anal sex, which I love. I want you to fuck my ass later, but first I'm going to fuck you. It's been my experience that men are a little too forceful when it comes to sliding their big hard cocks up a woman's ass, so I'm going to demonstrate how I like it. Besides, I love the feeling of having a cock. It's part of allowing myself to let go when I'm dominating a lover." She kissed me again. "Don't worry, you'll love it. You OK? "

I managed to make a noise that sounded affirmative, although I felt some trepidation. She knelt on the bed and bent to take one of my balls in her mouth, and the the other. She worked them both, tonguing them and rolling them about in her mouth, and finally circling them with her thumb and forefinger and smacking them gently as she pulled them away from my body. She seemed to know how hard she could squeeze them to cause discomfort but not significant pain. Pulling on my nuts caused my dick to stand up and point at the ceiling, and she took it in her mouth and soaked it with her saliva before jacking, as if to get it hard. It wasn't necessary. My pecker might as well have been made of stone, and felt as if it was thicker and longer than usual.

Satisfied with my cock, she dipped her head lower and began to lap at my anus. Now, Mar had shown me how enjoyable analingus could be, but I hadn't enjoyed it as much as I was now. I suppose it had something to do with being trussed up like a turkey and completely at Lucy's mercy, or maybe it was because I knew that she'd soon be buggering me with her rubber cock. Regardless, it was driving me crazy, particularly when she pointed her tongue stiffly and tried to work it into my anal opening. She lifted her head from between my legs and smiled warmly. "Are you having fun?" 

I tried to say "absolutely" but with the gag in my mouth, it didn't sound at all like that, but I knew she got the message. 

She grinned back at me, and straightened up, then reached behind for something. The blue and white something was easily recognizable as a tube of K-Y lubricant. Show time! 

Still smiling at me, she said, "God, I can hardly wait. I'm gonna fuck your tight little butt so well."

Without any further talk, she smeared a generous amount of K-Y on her fingers and spread it in and around my asshole, taking particular care to work one, and then two fingers into me to open my muscles. I'd had my ass fingered enough times by my wife that I knew to open my anus by bearing down, and that allowed Lucy to easily penetrate me. When she was satisfied that I was sufficiently well greased up, she squeezed a health glob of the gel onto the dildo and spread it evenly, coating the realistic head, and down the shaft to the balls. 

"I know from my own experiences with anal sex that it may hurt a bit at first. I'll go slow and let your body adjust. If you really can't handle it, I'll be able to tell, and that will be that... I'll stop. I've had much larger cocks than this up my ass, and have loved all but the very biggest, so I think you'll be fine. Here goes..."

She shuffled forward on her knees and rubbed the head of the dildo up and down the crease of my ass, I suppose to spread the K-Y around. God damn, it felt good when it dragged across my anus! The position that the restraints put me in gave Lucy a direct shot at my asshole, and she zeroed in on it, pressing the head of her faux cock firmly against my opening. As before, I relaxed my sphincter by bearing down, and took a deep breath as she inched into my ass. Since the dildo was modeled on a circumcised penis, it's head was flared around the corona, and I could tell we were at the point of that larger diameter passing through the muscle. I was breathing deeply, trying to ignore the pain, which wasn't anywhere near severe, but nevertheless present. With a bit of a lurch, Lucy pressed another inch into my ass, and stopped. I hadn't noticed previously, but I found myself groaning deeply into the ball in my mouth. She knew that, of course.




Lucy Propositions Don Ch. 02



"Are you OK?" she asked. I nodded. "I'm going to wait for just a minute, to let you get used to my cock." She smiled again. "Then I'm gonna screw you good."

She did as promised, and fucked my ass deeply and well. I knew that stimulation of the butt was pretty intense, but had no idea that having my ass filled with a dick, real or not, could feel so good. Lucy was true to her word. Once I became accustomed to the dildo in my ass, it started to feel very good, and when she slowly but steadily pushed until the entire length of it was embedded in my rectum, it felt even better. I imagined how a woman might feel with a solid erection in her cunt, as I felt filled up to the brim, my ass full of Lucy's rubber dick. I thought of the ecstasy Mar had experienced with Larry's and then my cock buried in her ass 

Lucy made several cautious strokes, pulling the slicked up prick almost completely out of me, then sliding is all the way back in, to the balls. The K-Y was doing it's job admirably well, with only a delicious amount of friction between her cock and the walls of my deep, dark hole. The pace of her fucking gradually increased until she was giving it to me fast and hard. Her eyes had become glazed and she was gasping for breath as she pumped away, until finally, she cried out, 'Uuuuhhhhnnnn, FUCK!!!" and came hard. 

I thought she'd collapse on top of me, but she surprised me and paused only to catch her breath, before resuming her assault on my ass. The pace had reverted to slow and steady, long slow strokes of the dildo in and out of my asshole.

"Thank you, Donnie. I came so good. I came so hard." She licked her lips, and smiled. "Now you..."

Without breaking stride, she squeezed a large glob of K-Y onto her hand and immediately wrapped it around my throbbing erection and started to stroke me. "Feel good?" 

I couldn't talk, but my groans conveyed the message. She tightened her grip on my shaft, and worked her hand up and down like a tight sheath, bringing it up over the head and then dragging it tightly back down, all the while continuing to fuck my ass with her strap-on cock. I was afraid that my cock would become over-sensitized before I could come, but she made sure that didn't happen. With the head of her prick just oscillating just inside my opening, I came. I screamed into the ball gag, and a long streamer of hot come arced high into the air. Her next stroke launched another large bolt of creamy jism that splattered all over my chest. I'd never had such an intense orgasm in my life.

My climax past, I could barely breath past the gag, and she realized it. As she came to my aid, the dildo was pulled from my bowel suddenly, leaving me feeling empty. She quickly removed the gag and released the cuffs around my wrists and ankles, and helped me straighten my aching limbs. As I lay there panting, Lucy licked the spatters of semen off my chest, and then kissed my nipples softly.

"Thank you," she whispered."

Lucy left the room for a minute and when she returned, she'd removed the harness and had a hot cloth and a towel. "Let me clean you up a bit." She offered. "I don't know about you, but I haven't the energy for a shower right now."

I slept dreamlessly, spooned against Lucy, and awoke with my usual piss hard-on nestled between the cheeks of her lovely ass. As much as I wanted to put that stiff dick to use, I really had to take a leak, so I gently slipped away from my new lover and padded to the bathroom. As I stood at the toilet, I noticed Lucy's harness where she had dropped it in the tub, the dildo still shiny with the lube that had helped it ease into my ass. One thing I hadn't been able to see last night was a second thicker rubber cock attached the inside of the harness, and it had obviously been deep in her pussy as she fucked me. My ass clenched involuntarily thinking about how it had felt. 

After I'd cleaned up a bit, brushed my teeth and washed my face, I returned to the bedroom. Lucy was awake and waiting for me, stretched out on the bed with her hands behind her head. Her breasts, large and heavy fell off to the sides of her chest a bit, and her nipples were puckered and rosy. "Good morning, stud." she said cheerily. "Did you sleep well?"

Her good mood was infectious, and I sat down beside her and gave her a good morning kiss. "Eww, I must have awful morning breath." she squeaked. "Let me go and brush my teeth and then I'll give you a proper kiss."

I remained sitting on the bed, and when she returned, Lucy draped herself over me, and embraced me tightly. "Thank you again for allowing me to play my game with you last night. I haven't done that with anyone since Alan... Are you still OK with what we did?"

I nodded. "You mentioned the theory that those with heavy responsibilities enjoy being dominated. I can't argue with that at all. When you had me under your control, I didn't have to make any decisions. You did it for me, and I was able to let go and enjoy it completely."

"Do you think Marilyn will be interested in trying a little role playing of that kind?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know how I would bring it up without scaring her. Perhaps if the three of us could get together...?"

"I'd like to show her, but we'll have to give some careful thought as to how to go about it. I wouldn't want to end up with her feeling as she's the one being dominated. Marilyn's no dummy, so I think the best way might be simply to sit her down and tell her what happened last night and ask her to participate with me," she grinned, "and gang up on you." 

The thought of that happening made my dick lurch, which wasn't overlooked by Lucy. "You like that idea, don't you?" She gave me a deep kiss, dragging her tongue across my lips and teeth, and my cock grew even more.

Lucy stood up and grabbed a robe, and tossed one at me. "Let's have some breakfast before we get carried away and forget to eat. As I said last night, you'll need your strength.

She put me to work peeling and cutting various fruit, while she made a pot of coffee, then made a glaze for the fruit. We carried it all to a small table in the sun porch off the kitchen, which at that time of day was very comfortable. We sat and ate, sipped our coffee, and talked. Alan had had to travel extensively for his job, and since Lucy's job at a ladies boutique didn't tie her down, she had gone with him often. She regaled me with stories of visits to Asia, Europe and Africa, and to hear her tell it, they had done a lot of fun, and sexy things. A threesome with one of Alan's young Dutch co-workers; A day at a nude beach near their Thai resort; Lucy's hot time with the wife of one of Alan's South African customers, while the two men spent their day in meetings. 

She felt they had been so fortunate to have these adventures, and again, a few tears rolled down her cheek as she thought of her husband. After a few minutes, she was her cheerful self again, and got up and sat on my lap, and kissed me while I slipped my hand inside her robe and dragged my fingernail gently across the end of a firm nipple. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations for a while before loosening the tie on her robe. Now I should mention that Lucy's yard was much like ours, very protected, very private, so that, despite being in a room that was, for the most part, all windows, no one could spy on us if we wanted to get naked.

After removing her robe, Lucy turned to me and opened my robe as well, exposing my hard-on, which had sprung free when she rose to take off the robe. "Hmmm. Very nice. I see you haven't got tired of me yet." She reached out and grasped me and stroked gently, before giving me a firm squeeze. "Are you always this hard?" She asked.

"I won't be hard for long if you keep that up." I replied.

"That's no good." she giggled. "If I'm going to make it soft, then I want to have some fun doing it." And with that, she straddled me as I sat in the chair and lowered herself onto my straining dick without saying any more. We both groaned as I spread the walls of her cunt.

"Oh, Christ!" she exclaimed. "That feels good! So good!" With my cock balls deep in her, she ground herself against my pubic bone, With her arms around my neck, she rose up and dropped down again several times. Then, without warning she rose off my cock and went into the kitchen. She returned just seconds later with a bottle of olive oil in her hands. Kneeling in front of me, she drizzled oil onto my erection until it was dripping.

"I can't say that I've ever used olive oil like this before. It sure is nice and slippery. Do you think that's what the Greeks use?" She laughed at her own joke while I was a little too involved in what her hand was doing to my cock to laugh about anything.

She stood up and handed me the bottle and then turned her back to me and bent over. "Lube me up, sweetheart. I promised you this last night, and it's time for me to keep my promise."

I did exactly as she asked. I dripped oil down the crease of her lovely butt, and worked some of it gently into her small brown opening, first with my middle finger, pushing it in to the second knuckle, I dripped some oil onto my forefinger and added it, pushing them both in slowly and rotating them. Lucy was moaning softly, and telling me how good my fingers felt in her ass.

"I think it's time for the real thing." she said quietly, and pulled away from my hand. Without turning, she backed up to straddle me, still seated in the chair, and reached between her legs to take my slippery, and very stiff, dick in her hand. Without hesitating, she lowered herself, guiding me, until my tip was just at knocking at her back door. Once contact was made, she took a deep breath and let gravity take her on downward, as her anus opened and wrapped itself ever so tightly around my purple head. 

"Oh, Donnie!" she moaned. "You feel so... big."

It took her a minute, maybe less, to slide all the way down my cock, until her buttocks were firmly against my thighs. Her ass was hot and tight, particularly when she tensed her muscular ring around the base of my cock. She sat, breathing heavily, with my hands at her waist, until I grasped her and lifted her upwards until only a very small fraction of my length remained in her, and then released her to drive my quivering prick fully back into her ass.

"Oh, you bastard! Do it again. Fuck... Oh shit, here we go again. Fuck me!"

Soon, Lucy was bouncing up and down with abandon, until, on one upstroke, I came completely out of her asshole, and she came down on my cock, bending it to the side as she lost her balance. 

"Ahh!" I screamed. "Fuck! Ow, Ow, Ow!" It hurt like hell... I pushed her off me and fell to my knees on the floor. I was cursing and laughing at the same time. How would I ever ever explain this? 

Lucy helped me to the living room and had me stretch out on the couch, then went for a wet cloth and an icepack. She cleaned me up and applied the ice. If you've ever had extreme cold on your balls, you know it's not the greatest feeling on earth.

After fifteen minutes or so, I was feeling a lot better. My crotch had become accustomed to the cold of the icepack, and Lucy had fetched a couple of painkillers and a glass of juice. She sat and comforted me, as I relaxed.

"I'm so glad to hear that the pain is going way. I'll feel awful if I've done any damage to your beautiful cock. It felt so good so deep in my behind, but you can be sure, I'll never try it in that position again."

Feeling better, I reached out for Lucy, and caressed her face, and pulled her close. She'd put her robe back on, and it was easy for me to slip my hand inside to fondle her magnificent tits. I felt a stirring down below, and wondered if there'd be pain if I became erect. I grew a bit. No pain. "God damn, " I thought. "I dodged a bullet on that one."

I reached out and took Lucy's hand and drew it my rising erection.

"Oh, Don! You're getting hard... Are you OK? Does it hurt at all?" Her excitement was evident. I told her that, other than a dull ache that had been present all along, I was fine.

"Are you ready to pick up where we left off?" I asked. "I was really getting into screwing your rear end."

"Good. I was hoping you'd be able to finish me off. I'm so damned horny! Let's go upstairs and do it the bed, properly. No more sex on a chair for me."

Once in the bedroom, Lucy excused herself and came back a moment later with two wet cloths and a towel.

"Lay down on the bed. I want to clean you up properly. I really didn't do a good job earlier, and I have this urge to suck you before we get to the main event. Hold still and I'll...."

She gave my cock a thorough going over with the soapy cloth first, then removed all traces of the soap and dried me. I didn't quite understand the drying part, since it was going to be in her mouth shortly, but, what the heck.

"Jesus! Look at that thing," Lucy marveled as she bent over me. "It looks like it's ready to explode, the head is so dark and shiny. Look at all the stuff that's oozing out of it." She looked me in the eye. "I bet if I suck it, you'll come in my mouth, and then I'll never get my ass properly poked."

I stroked myself, which produced even more precome. "Just give it a little lick," I prompted.

"Do you promise not to come in my mouth?"

"I can't promise. You're a world class cocksucker. Would it be so bad if I did?" I countered. "It would just help me last longer later when I fuck you."

"How long will it take you to recover?"

"Half an hour... Maybe an hour. Less if I spend the time with my tongue in your pussy." I bargained.

"Hmmm. I think I can live with that. But.... I promised Marilyn I'd send you home ready to make love to her. If I suck you off, and then you bumfuck me, will you be able to get it up for her?

I stopped and thought. I didn't want to let Mar down. OK, maybe letting her down wasn't a problem, but not getting to fuck her tonight while I told her all about Lucy would be.

"What time is it now, Lucy?"

"Almost eleven." 

"So, even if we were to really stretch things out, we should be done by three, don't you think." That would give me several hours to recharge, assuming Mar will be willing to wait until evening."

Then the idea hit me. I'd had some difficulty maintaining an erection while on medication about eight months ago. My doctor had given me a prescription for Viagra, and I still had one tablet left. I'd pop it when I got home. I told Lucy of my plan, and that seemed to satisfy her that I'd be able to look after Mar when I got home.

"I'm glad you thought of that. Once I started thinking about sucking your cock, the more I liked the idea." she gave me a big grin. "Sit back and relax. I want you to watch me suck you."

Now Mar was as good or better than Lucy at sucking cock, but I'd never had the kind of visual treat that Lucy gave me that Saturday morning. Her eyes never left mine as she cleaned away the clear salty fluid, then stroked the length of my shaft with her tongue several times before getting down to the sucking part of cocksucking. I couldn't help but groan with pleasure as she took my head in her mouth and gently but firmly applied suction, causing her cheeks to hollow. My sounds of approval made her smile, at least to the extent a woman can smile with a hard prick in her mouth. I reached out to cup her breast, but she slapped my hand away. 

"Concentrate on my mouth, not my tits. You can play with them later. This is for you."

Lucy's blowjob technique was much like Mar's. None of this rapid bobbing up and down. It was slow and deliberate and so erotic that I don't know how I held off as long as I did. As my balls tightened and my girth increased even more than usual, Lucy gripped me with thumb and forefinger immediately below the head and started to slowly jerk me off into her mouth, still looking me right in the eye. All men like to see the result of their orgasm, and Lucy knew exactly how to give me a show. Her timing was perfect. Just as that first spurt of semen fired out of my cock, she moved away slightly, and with her mouth open and her eyes still locked on mine, took my hot, thick offering into her mouth. She let several minor splurts fall on her breasts, while she opened her mouth to show me that she still had a mouthful of come. She made a show of swallowing, then opened wide to show me that the whole slippery mass had disappeared into her belly.

With her eyes still on me, she asked, "Did you enjoy that?"

I sat up and kissed her, then licked a droplet of my ejaculate off her cheek. "It was the most erotic blowjob I've ever had. Thank you. You are one sexy lady, in case no one's ever told you."

"Thank you, Don. That's so sweet." She returned my kiss. "Now... Sucking your cock has made me so very horny. I recall hearing something about reciprocation a little earlier. But first, I think I should freshen up a bit. Come on." She pulled me up by my hand. "Let's go take a shower."

We soaped each other thoroughly. I know for a fact that Lucy enjoyed the time I spent washing, and then re-washing her breasts, while she did the same for my cock, balls and ass. It was still too soon for me to get it up again, but it felt great nevertheless.

We dried each other with fluffy bath sheets before she beckoned me back into the bedroom, and then positioned herself to give me complete access to her tasty bits. As I moved between her legs, I confessed to her that I didn't consider myself as good at cunnilingus as I'd like to be, but that I'd give her my best.

"Well, if I'm capable of stringing three words together once you start in, I'll try to give you any pointers that come to mind."

I lowered my head and eyed her vulva. As I'd noticed earlier, she had large inner labia, which had, as a result of her arousal, become a coral coloured flower, fully swollen and coated with a film of moisture. I couldn't help but take a long swipe at her opening, dragging my tongue across those petals. She had a tart taste, not unpleasant, that made me want to drink deeply at her cunt. I burrowed my tongue into her vagina, and moved my head upwards to try and contact her clit. She moaned with pleasure, the reached down and, using two fingers, spread herself so that I could see just a glimpse of her pink button, only starting to emerge from its hood.

She pointed to it, and simply said, "Here..."

In my experience with going down on my wife, I'd learned that her clitty was far too sensitive to lick or suck directly, but Lucy seemed to be just the opposite. I spent quite some time flicking at her little pearl, as she thrashed about on the bed, seeming to have an unending stream of orgasms, until she grabbed my hair and pulled my hard into her crotch and screamed some unintelligible garble and collapsed, seemingly passed out.

A few minutes later she came to and smiled at me in a rather spaced out way. I'd moved up the bed to lie beside her and when she smiled, I kissed her, not even thinking that I was dripping with her pussy's fluids. 

"Hmmm," she whispered. "I taste pretty good, don't I?

We laid back and relaxed for quite some time, kissing and talking. As we continued to kiss, we groped each other, me fondling her big beautiful breasts, and her working at my cock and balls. Her caresses were starting to have the wanted effect, and it wasn't long before I was starting to firm up as blood began to flow into my prick. Lucy was making noises of approval as I became fully erect. There was still a bit of an ache that wasn't present when I was flaccid, but nowhere near enough to slow me down.

"Want me to put it back in your ass?" I asked her. "I want to give you a good fucking. Are you ready for that?"

She reminded me of what she'd told me last night about being overly aggressive when first entering her. "But after I'm used to it in there, I want you to give it to me good and hard. I'll tell you when I'm ready." While we were talking, I had applied a generous coating of K-Y gel to my cock as she watched. She rolled over and lifted her bum up to expose her tiny little anus. That my reasonably thick cock had been in there amazed me. I slid a gel coated finger into her and she moaned with delight. It took a short while for her to become accustomed to three of my fingers, until she told me was ready for my cock.




Lucy Propositions Don Ch. 02



"All right, Donnie. Slow and easy are the key words here. I'll let you know when it's OK to go crazy." she chuckled.

I knee-walked up behind her and pressed the dripping tip of my now very hard cock against her. She reached between her legs to position me dead centre, and then pushed back against me. I let Lucy control the rate at which I slid into her ass. It felt incredible.

"Damn it, Lucy, you've.... Jesus that feels good. So tight! You've got one hot asshole, lover. Are you OK?" I stuttered and stifled a groan. "I think the head's in...."

"You're not kidding, it's in. God, I love thick cocks! You're stretching my poor little pooper all out of shape. How about.... How about pushing it in a bit further. Good.... Good... Hold it." 

Slowly, but surely, I pushed myself all the way into her hot, dark rectum. "Oh, fuck that feels good. I feel so fucking full!" she moaned. 

I pulled back until I was barely in her and pushed back in again slowly. "Ahhh," she sighed, "Oh, please, do it again..." 

I did as the lady asked, this time taking my cock completely out of her ass, then pushing back in, a bit harder this time.

"That feels so good. I'm OK now... Fuck me!"

I held her by her hips and banged her ass hard. Once she started to come, it seemed she'd never stop. Having come not all that long ago, I felt like I could go on forever, but the snug fit and heat of her ass soon had my balls churning. Lucy cried out again, and begged me to come in her ass. I obliged her, shooting my hot semen deep inside her. 

Christ, what a day! How many more times could I do this? 

We lay, spooned together as if we'd been recovering from scorching hot sex like this for years, kissing and fondling. 

"I'll have to send Marilyn a thank-you note." she giggled. "Dear Marilyn, Thank you ever so much for sending your husband over. I'm happy to say that he fucked my brains out. Hee hee!"

I laughed, then thought about it and told her that it was a great idea. Mar would love it.

We showered again and I dressed in the jeans and polo that I'd brought, while Lucy put on a bra and panties covered by a light robe. I followed her down to the kitchen, where we cleaned up the mess from our aborted early morning ass fuck. She whipped up some very tasty sandwiches, made with the previous evening's leftover chicken, and a cool, fresh salad. We ate, sitting across the table from each other. After cleaning up, Lucy led me out to the deck, and we spent a lazy hour talking and reminiscing before she held out her hand for mine. 

"I hope we can do this again, Don. You're a terrific lover." she squeezed my hand.

"Thank you. You're not so bad yourself," I squeezed back. "I'd like to do it again, too, and I'd want to include Mar the next time."

Lucy's eyes gleamed brightly. "I've enjoyed making love to women in the past. The thought of a night with your wife excites me. Would she go for that?"

I nodded. "I think she would. Particularly with someone like you to guide her."

"I'll call her in a week or so. You can tell her to expect my call." she paused and closed her eyes, then smiled to herself. "Did I tell you I like sex with women almost as much as I do with men?"

"Really??"

"Does the vision of your sweet wife and I together turn you on?" She smiled again.

"Christ! Does it ever!" My cock twitched in my pants.

"Well, tell her that. Won't that be something to look forward to?" she paused. "In the meantime, I think I better send you on your way now. Your sweetie is expecting an exciting evening tonight, and it's already three."

Three? The day had flown by. I was looking forward to seeing Mar and telling her all about my time with Lucy.

I gathered up my things and was prepared to give Lucy a final kiss and hug, when she threw up her arms, "My gosh! I almost forgot something." 

She dropped to her knees in front of me, and quickly had my pants around my ankles and my cock in her mouth. I was hard in a flash, wondering what it was that I owed this to. She stood up and directed me onto my back, then lowered herself down onto my straining dick, until I was fully enveloped in her hot quim.

"There you go." she said, then stood. 

"What the fuck?" I wondered, and stood and arranged my clothes.

She took my face in her hands and gave me a hot kiss, then smiled.

"Marilyn asked me to send you home with fresh pussy on your cock. She'll want a taste as soon as you get in the door."