Lucy walked into the bathroom where I stood drying myself off with a towel after showering. She told me she couldn't wait, she needed to shower now so she could get ready for work too. I stopped and looked at her, and smiled to myself.
Although neither of us had mentioned it since then, three days had passed since Lucy came home early and found myself and my friend John watching porn, and Lucy had finally touched another man's cock, with my blessing. Several times now I'd looked at the video we'd taken, the innocence in her face when he'd started wanking while she watched him, to the sheer joy at having two loads of cum deposited onto her perfect 34B breasts. I know Lucy had been watching it too while alone, not that she'd mentioned it.
There was more of a spring in her step, only in the house though. I'd suggested going underwear shopping like she had done with Sarah who she worked with, but on the way there she started panicking and asked me to drive home. Apprehensive Lucy was back. We compromised by finding a lingerie website and ordering items to be delivered. Five minutes after placing the order Lucy was sucking my cock eagerly. Slutty Lucy was in her element in our home.
She saw me staring at her and laughed at me, telling me not to do so as I knew where it usually led and neither of us had time right now. She was right, I needed to get dressed and leave for work, but I stopped and watched first water cascading down her perfect frame, then soap suds flowing across and between her buttocks as she turned her back on me. I playfully slapped her arse lightly and then begrudgingly went to get dressed.
By the time I'd got home that evening she was already there, sitting on the sofa with a parcel on the coffee table, unopened. She told me that she'd been waiting for me to get back before looking inside, even though we knew what was in there. She also said she'd been very brave and blushed.
"They delivered the parcel while we were both at work so when I got back there was a card saying they'd left it with our neighbours, the Murrays. I phoned Joan and asked if she could bring it around, and she told me she and Bill had gone away on holiday, but their grandson Mark was house-sitting there if I wanted to collect it now," she explained.
"And you went round there by yourself?" I asked.
"Yeah, I was scared, but more bothered that he'd open the box and see what was in there and then I'd be even more embarrassed at having to talk to a stranger as I've never met him before," Lucy answered.
I pulled the tape off the top of the box, a little glad that it was still sealed so Lucy hadn't freaked out. I opened the flap of the box, then paused.
"What was he like?" I inquired, "In case I see him and I can say thanks for holding the parcel for us," I continued.
"Hmm, tall, very tall, he's over six feet tall easily. Boy band hair, you know all floppy fringe that looked unbrushed but still neat, you know what I mean? Probably late teens at a guess, a little younger than us," she responded, "He did make me a little uneasy as he seemed to be looking me up and down."
That didn't surprise me. Lucy had worn a white blouse for work, which looked plain enough but now and again when she moved the black bra underneath was visible. Even now with the sunlight through the window made it look more see-through than it was. I guessed that if the sun had been at the right angle he'd have had a similar view to what I did now. I smiled and pulled the contents from the box.
We'd picked similar items but in different colours. I could have picked out bodysuits, or perhaps a basque set, which I knew Lucy would have gladly worn at home. These could be bought down the line. For now, I'd told Lucy that she needed to get comfortable wearing these items outside of the house. Sure, nobody else would see them under her clothes, but it was to build up her confidence that she did have them on.
Having bought herself a black lacy thong and bra set with Sarah, Lucy wanted more of the same. White, pink, crimson red and a pale blue set were all added to the basket fairly quickly. There were more colours that I liked but Lucy pulled a face at them. I didn't argue, she now had five sets of matching lace underwear to feel good in. She grabbed the crimson red set and ran upstairs giggling. Just a few minutes later she came down wearing just those with a matching lipstick colour. When we were lying sprawled on the sofa after having sex and christening the red set, I took a deep breath.
"Are we going to talk about Friday at all?" I asked her.
"Oh god, I was so drunk, I was hoping I hadn't done it," she said softly, "but I know I did, I've watched the video to confirm I wasn't dreaming it."
"So you're dreaming about John now too?" I asked, laughing loudly.
"No!" she screamed, laughing as she playfully punched my arm.
"God, I thought you hadn't mentioned it as you were regretting it, so I kept quiet too," Lucy carried on.
"I'm fine about it, do you regret it?" I asked.
She looked at my face, still smiling at her. She put her finger to her mouth like she was thinking.
"I love you, you know that, but yes I did enjoy it, a lot," she smiled, "I did it because I love you so much."
We fucked again, Lucy insisting we finish with her lying back on the coffee table while I came on her tits. I knew why, but she'd have to make do with just the one lot of cum tonight.
The following morning she came in to tell me she was off to work and seemed surprisingly upbeat. She wore black trousers and a blue blouse and opened it to show me the pale blue bra. She giggled and told me she'd have to make sure she didn't get too turned on at work as the material barely contained her stiffening nipples. Having a separate office helping with her anxiety issues, her boss had sorted that out for her, it also gave her the chance to use her phone during the day if needed.
"Oh yeah, I'm going to Sarah's again on Friday after work," she said, then giggled and winked at me.
"Okay, I'll have to check with John as I think he's going away for a few days," I told her.
She didn't hide her disappointment at that news very well and left for work shortly afterwards. Later that night once home she seemed happier and asked me to find some porn to watch. I found the site we use, and then told her to pick the film herself. She chose well, but was there an ulterior motive?
The girl in the film had come home to find her husband arguing with three guys about the money he owed them. The general idea of the film was that he'd persuaded them, or more importantly her, to let her pay in kind. He'd got her to strip in front of them, then when one of the guys told him that it wasn't enough, she'd started giving them blowjobs, each in turn until they took turns coating her face until she couldn't even open her eyes any more.
Usually, when we watch porn together we miss parts as we're too busy seeing to each other, during this one Lucy was glued to the screen watching her blow them, asking questions about the husband just watching and not joining in. Was she willing to go a step further than giving John a hand job? Time will tell.
She wasn't happy the following morning when I woke to a message from John telling me he'd be away until next week, that's why I hadn't seen him at work to ask him about Friday. He'd jokily asked if he could have a picture of Lucy to keep him sane where he was going, or even a video perhaps. Lucy laughed and called him a dirty bastard, but told me not to send him anything. I couldn't anyway, they were stored on her phone.
I had an idea, but it could go horribly wrong. Our house is designed a little weirdly, but it suits Lucy perfectly. The previous owners had converted the room at the back of the house into the living room and had a large kitchen at the front. Lucy was particularly happy in our living room as large French windows opened into our back garden, which was quite secluded and could only be accessed through a locked gate. It meant that she could happily walk around the living room knowing nobody could see her.
I opened the lingerie website we'd been on previously, and ordered a nylon body stocking, crotchless so that Lucy could leave it on during sex. That is if I could persuade her to wear it anyway. I had a choice of delivery days and chose Thursday. This would be perfect for what I had in mind. I went to work that day with a knot in my stomach, hoping my plan would work out.
Lucy finished earlier than me on a Thursday and I knew she was home as she sent a message asking what I wanted cooking. I checked my phone and saw the parcel had been delivered to our neighbours again. I sent Joan a message and then feigned shock that I'd forgotten they were away still, but thankful that Mark had been in and asked if he could bring it around at about 8 pm please as she both should be in then. Joan messaged back saying she'd told Mark and he would do it.
I got home, and we were sitting watching our crime drama. The episode finished, and Lucy grinned and asked if we could watch porn while she groped my crotch. I looked at the time, it was 7.45 pm.
"I've just got to go and check some emails, work stuff, foreign clients so there's a time difference," I told her, "but you could always start without me. Perhaps we could role-play me catching you and being bribed to keep quiet?"
She giggled, but in answer to my question started to undress. While she did so I put my phone onto video and placed it on a corner unit. I'd already planned where it would hopefully film what I wanted. Lucy hadn't even noticed she was that eager to start, already naked and finding a film to watch. She grabbed my crotch again and told me not to be too long. I smiled and went upstairs after turning the TV volume up a little more.
It wasn't that long before I heard knocking at the door, probably because I'd taken the batteries out of the doorbell. I knew Lucy wouldn't answer the door, she rarely did anyway if she wasn't expecting anyone, but she definitely wouldn't while naked and masturbating. The door knocked again. I listened out, it shouldn't be too long. Yes, the sound of the back gate being opened, only because I'd left it unlocked earlier.
I heard a gasp from outside and told myself off for not opening the window a little more when I'd come upstairs. I tried peeping down through the open window but couldn't see anything, but I could hear breathing. I could have opened the window fully and seen who was down there, but that might have scared them off.
The breathing got deeper, but they didn't go away. I couldn't tell what was happening with Lucy either but guessed she was still engrossed in the film.
"Fuck, she's hot, I wonder if her husband is in? Oh fuck, should I knock on the window? No, don't be silly, she'll want to know what the fuck I'm doing in her garden," the male voice was whispering to himself.
His breathing got deeper still, little moans escaping his throat, then after a few minutes a few grunts and then silence. I listened for the gate but there was no sound of it opening again.
"Fuck sake, why didn't I bring my phone around, this would be perfect wank material," the voice scolded himself.
Heavy breathing rang out again, and the sound of a dog barking somewhere. I tried to look down again, but still couldn't see him, just a bit of his shadow reaching into the garden from the light in the living room. That made me realise that he would have a great view of Lucy through the window. A few louder grunts rang out and then he cursed himself for being loud.
