The gardener got her

CHAPTER SIX

Lucy had a lonely dinner, then put on a sexy lounging dress and went to watch TV. She wanted to look her most attractive when Howard got home. But the hours dragged by and her husband didn't appear.

Lucy wanted to phone the studio and find out what was going on, but she was forbidden to do that. She mustn't ever interrupt Howard at work, unless it was an emergency. Well, this felt like an emergency to her, but she knew a major talk show host couldn't rush home just because his wife was horny.

"Darn it all!" she gasped.

The doorbell rang. The housekeeper had gone to bed, so Lucy got the door herself. On the front porch she recognized Howard's top assistant, Greg Anderson, a dark-haired six-footer in his early thirties. Greg sure was an attractive guy, she thought.

"Why, hello, Greg," she purred. "What's up?"

"Message from Howard," he said, his eyes sweeping quickly over her body.

Lucy could tell he liked what he saw, and there was plenty to see. Her gown was almost transparent, showing off every curve of her slim but sexy young body. She decided to ask Greg in. She sure could use the company of a handsome man.

"Let me get you a drink," she said. "That's a long drive from the studio."

"Thanks, a martini would be great," Greg said. He sat down on the couch and added, "Don't you want to hear my message?"

"I bet I know what it is already!" Lucy groaned. "He's gonna be late!"

"Real late," Greg said. "He's working on tomorrow night's show. They've got script problems. He's not gonna be home for hours."

"Oh, hell," Lucy said angrily. "I really think I made a big mistake marrying him, Greg. I mean, what's the point in having a husband if he's never home?"

She brought the drinks over and joined him on the couch. Angrily she took a big swallow of her drink and almost choked. Greg patted her on the back to help her through her coughing fit. Even that brief and innocent male touch excited her. She was horny all over again.

"You didn't make a mistake, honey," Greg said. "Remember, Howard gets fantastic long vacations, and he'll be taking you to some terrific places. You just have to be patient and learn to live with his schedule. Besides, the guy really loves you."

"You think so?" Lucy pouted. "I wonder."

"Hey, how could he not love a girl as cute as you?" Greg said with a grin.

He was looking right down the front of her dress. The low-cut gown revealed most of her high-riding firm tits. Lucy just let him look. Maybe Greg was right and she ought to be more patient, but she was still feeling furious at Howard for not being home on time.

"Listen," Greg said, "it's time for Howard's show. If you want, I'll stay and watch it with you."

"Oh, would you, please?" Lucy said.

She'd been so busy lusting for Greg that she'd actually forgotten her husband's show was coming on. She switched on the TV, and she and Greg finished their drinks while they watched Howard's monologue. Howard was very funny, as usual, and he looked so attractive. Lucy knew she loved him even though she was furious with him.

Just looking at him made her sizzle with desire. She ached to make love right then and there. She had an attractive man to do it with, too, and she suspected she could have Greg if she just made the right moves. Impulsively she slipped her hand onto his leg, squeezing it just above the knee. Greg gawked at her, his eyebrows raised almost to his hairline.

"Am I interpreting this message right?" he asked.

"I've been so lonely and horny all day," Lucy purred, "I'm just going crazy. Howard got me so hot, and then he had to leave for work. It's just torture."

"That wasn't a direct answer to my question," Greg said, "but I think I get the idea."

He leaned over and kissed her. As he slid his tongue into her mouth, Lucy felt molten juice squirting from her cunt and soaking through her bikini panties. She was horny, all right. Her tits swelled up taut, and her stiffening nipples dug into Greg's chest.

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned.

She sank back limp and submissive, letting Greg work his tongue in her hot mouth. She slid her hands inside his jacket and felt his powerful chest. She wanted him badly, but it seemed such a betrayal to seduce him during Howard's show. At least she could wait till the monologue was over.

Greg seemed to be thinking he same thing, because he finally broke the kiss and settled back to watch the tube. They saw the monologue and a bunch of commercials, and then Howard's first guest came on, a middle-aged actress who never shut up and who talked only about herself. Even Howard couldn't get a word in edgewise.

"Fuck this," Greg said.

"I agree," Lucy said.

She pressed the remote control and turned off the set. Then she and Greg grabbed for each other like a couple of rutting animals, snarling and pawing. They kissed, shoving their tongues into each other's mouth. They slumped down on the couch, Greg half on top of Lucy.

"We seem to be thinking the same thing," he laughed.

Lucy just made little growling noises in her throat as she impatiently worked open the buttons on his shirt. She was beginning to hate suits. It took so long to get them off. She finally got his shirt open and was delighted to find that he wasn't wearing an undershirt.

She ran her fingers through the thick coarse hair mat of his chest. Meanwhile he was unbuttoning the front of her dress and working the garment down off her shoulders and arms. He quickly unhooked her bra, leaving her naked to the waist. His big hot hands cupped and squeezed her swollen tits.

"Ohhhh, yesssss!" she gasped.

It felt so good to be touched by a man again. It seemed ages now since her thrilling wedding night with Howard, and she hadn't been totally satisfied even with Mike's rough loving. She needed one more man, and she was delighted that it was Greg. She gurgled happily as he bent down to flick her stiff pink nipples with the wet tip of his tongue.

Greg was handsome and very popular with women. He'd been around, and he knew just how to turn a girl on and keep her turned on. Now he wickedly tongued Lucy's engorged nipples till she was squirming and squealing with excitement. She grabbed for his belt buckle.

"Easy," he said, his voice rough with desire. "We better think this over. We've got a lot to lose if we're caught."

He was so right. She could blow a fantastic marriage, and he could lose a terrific career if somebody caught them fucking. Lucy shivered with frustration. She wanted to fuck the guy so badly, but she still had some sense left, and she knew the awful risk they were taking.

"Greg, I'm afraid you're right," she sighed. "It would be crazy to go all the way."

"Agreed," he said, "but that doesn't mean we can't go halfway – and have a lot of fun doing it."

He grasped her dress and panties in one fist and pulled them off, leaving her naked. Lucy retaliated, pulling off his pants and shorts. They tumbled right off the couch, onto the deep pile rug, and ran their hands all over each other. They kissed deeply and pressed their naked bodies together. It was sweet torture for Lucy.

She knew Greg was as close to losing his self-control as she was. All she had to do was open her legs wide and beg him to fuck her, and her maddening frustration would be over. She reached down and felt his cock. It was thick, hard and hot, all ready for action.

"Oh, shit!" she whimpered. "I wanta fuck you so bad, Greg!"

"Hey, I wanta fuck you, Lucy!" he groaned. "But that wouldn't be very smart! I'll show you what we can do instead!"

He rolled onto his back and pulled Lucy over him in the other direction. She couldn't figure out what he was after as he set her in a crouch on top of him, her pussy practically in his face. Then she looked down and saw his cock, stiff and drooling and only inches from her lips.

"Get the idea?" he chuckled.

"I do now," she giggled. "Kinky – and it looks like fun!"

"Go ahead and find out," he said.

Then Lucy gasped and moaned as she felt him using his stiff tongue tip on her cunt. He started out teasingly, getting her so hot she could have screamed. He used just his tongue tip to tickle her clit and rim the dripping mouth of her cunt. He even teased the puckered opening of her shitter. Lucy helplessly fed him hot spurts of tangy cunt juice, and he gobbled the stuff like it was candy.

"Ohhhh, fuck, that's good!" she gurgled.

But she wasn't there just to enjoy. Greg had placed her so it would be easy to reach his cock, and he expected some fun out of this, too. Lucy leaned down, stuck out her tongue, and began to lick up the oozing cream from his shiny purple cock head.

"Awwwww, yeah!" he groaned. "That's it, baby, lick it all over!"

Lucy didn't mind that assignment at all. She felt starved for cock. Just the little bit she'd gotten from her husband had whetted her appetite for more. She ran her hot juicy tongue up and down Greg's thick rigid prick, licking up his delicious salty cream.

"Mmmmm, mmmmm!" she moaned.

At first it was hard for her to do two things at once. She tried to do a good job of licking Greg's cock, but at the same time he was licking her slit and giving her such exciting sensations that she could hardly concentrate. After a while, though, she got the hang of it.

Her greedy little tongue had a life of its own, hungrily going after Greg's delicious hot male juice. As it oozed from his piss hole and ran down his massive blue-veined shaft, she lapped it up and savored it. Gobbling down the sticky load, she tongued for more.

Meanwhile Greg was lathering every inch of her hot tangy-tasting pussy with his spit. He licked up her musky cream and swallowed it. They went at each other greedily and loudly, making lewd slurping noises. Lucy found it all very kinky and incredibly arousing.

Then she felt the tip of Greg's tongue lingering on her clit, the most responsive place of all. He rimmed her throbbing clit fast, making her dizzy with pleasure, and she found herself drooling all over his big hard cock. Then he clamped his lips around her clit and started sucking it.

"Oooooh, shit, oooooh!" Lucy squealed, almost flying off the rug.

The pleasure was intense and searing. She went on lashing his cock with her tongue, but she hardly knew what she was doing. She was conscious only of the blazing pleasure she felt as he sucked her pulsating clit. She felt herself flying quickly and easily to the brink of climax. She soaked his face with gushing cream.

"Unnnhhh, Greg, gonna come!" she gasped.

It was only seconds later that she did come. Greg had her whole clit between his lips and was sucking it hard and steadily. The pleasure was non-stop, and she just couldn't hold it all. Her petite body exploded with it, and she threw back her head and wailed.

"Ooooooh, fuck, I'm cominggggg!" she howled. "Ooooooh, whaahhhhhh!"

Greg's face was drenched with her spurting come-cream. He kept on sucking her clit as she came, gobbling up her juice. Lucy groaned and whimpered in ecstasy as the hot spasms went on and on. She'd hardly finished coming before she felt Greg cram his whole tongue into her cunt.

"God, yessssss!" she hissed.

He really knew how to please a girl. He was trying to give her two body-blasting orgasms in a row, and Lucy knew he was going to be successful. She just loved feeling his big thick tongue in her cunt, pistoning up and down just like a cock. She soaked it with boiling cream.

"Unnnhhhh, yeah, do it to meeeee!" she moaned.

Greg whipped his tongue out of her smoking cunt just long enough to pant, "Suck my cock, baby."

"Mmmmmm, I sure will!" Lucy gurgled.

Licking her lips and making them slippery, she sank them down around his rigidly standing prick. She kept going till she'd taken nearly every inch of the fat column of hot meat. Greg gave a convulsive shudder and a happy groan as she sheathed his cock in hot juicy flesh.

"Great!" he panted. "Let's get each other off!"

Lucy couldn't answer that, with her mouth crammed full of throbbing prick, so she just started sucking like crazy. She auctioned the delicious hot cream out of his piss hole and gobbled it while he hammered his big tongue stiffly in her squirting pussy.

"Mmmmm, unnnhhhh!" she moaned.

Greg was such a terrific lover, and they were having so much fun, that she just couldn't feel guilty about giving in to him. She wasn't going to fuck him, after all. They were just playing around a little. Or so she told herself as they noisily tongued and sucked each other toward orgasm.

It was hard even to think about her husband or her marriage vows as she rocketed toward climax. Eyes closed, her mouth working fast and greedily around Greg's cock, she let his jackhammering tongue take her to ecstasy. As the delicious explosion came, she soaked his face with searing floods of thick cunt juice.

"Unnnnhhh, whaaaahhhhhh!" she moaned.

"Awwwwww – aaaaaggghhhh!" Greg groaned back.

He was coming, too, flooding her mouth with sizzling jism. She held the huge load as long as she could, her cheeks almost bursting with it. Then she gobbled it down, and Greg sank back with a blissful sigh. Lucy climbed off him and sighed, too, but not with satisfaction.

"Too bad it's too risky for us to fuck," she said.

Greg gave her a wicked grin and said, "You know what, Lucy? I've decided I like taking risks."

"Terrific," she said. "Just follow me to the bedroom and we'll take all the risks you want."