First, all characters involved in sexual situations are over 18, and all of this work is mine, and no one else has permission to reproduce or sell it. So stop.
To my readers, I hope you like this. This isn't a revenge against a cheating wife type story, nor is it a spank-fest. The plot and characters come first, and then the sex, even though there's tons of sex in this chapter. There are many chapters to come.
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Lucky Man
Chapter 1
Duncan Thomas was a very lucky man and he knew it. He had a gorgeous wife that he'd been married to for eight years. He had a great job, a nice truck, and a happy life. He smiled as he stared up at the ceiling in the darkened room, listening to the feminine figure beside him breathing quietly.
His wife, Kelly, was hands down the best thing that had ever happened to him. They'd met when they were both attending college. She was short, just like he'd always liked, and red-headed. She was ridiculously sexy, and had maintained her sexiness throughout their life together. He'd always had a thing for shorter girls, thin but with big breasts, but then again, who didn't? She had the most stunningly beautiful green eyes that he could get lost in if he wasn't careful. It was like staring into two deep green pools, almost hypnotic in their effect on him.
She shifted quietly next to him as he gently pulled himself out of bed.
Kelly had been the center of attention their entire life together, and it had made him learn to be a more relaxed person. There were always times when some guy or even girl would be caught staring at her. Or he'd overhear someone hitting on her. He didn't get jealous anymore when people noticed his wife. He knew she'd never cheat on him. She loved him more than he could fathom, and he honestly didn't know how he'd ever convinced her that he was worth her time. All of their friends would complain about how goofy they'd get over each other, and how in love they truly were.
"You guys are both retarded for each other," a friend once commented.
Sliding quietly out of bed, he moved around to the foot and began to climb in at the bottom of the sheet. His wife was a heavy sleeper and sometimes he'd wake her up in the morning this way.
At an early time in their marriage, they'd both tried sleeping naked and found that it had enhanced their sex life. Duncan always seemed to be ready to have sex, and having a naked woman as sexy as his wife lying next to him without anything on only made it more frequent.
He slid quietly up under the sheet, carefully navigating between her legs and moving towards her sleeping form.
She was always the center of attention at parties, but wasn't a naturally outgoing person. She always rolled her eyes when he told her how gorgeous she was and pointing out that everyone in the room was watching her. She'd just smile shyly and shrug.
Quietly, he ran his hands up underneath her buttocks and pulled her hips toward him, his lips and tongue engulfing her pussy. A few quick sucks and a single lick, and he felt her hand reach down and grab a handful of his hair.
"Mmm, good morning honey," she said, softly moaning. He licked her in response.
She'd gotten used to the attention she got in high school, and by the time she went to college, she hardly noticed it. When he'd asked her out, she blew him off. He was persistent, however, and every day after the class they shared, he'd ask her out. Finally she agreed to go to lunch with him, and they immediately hit it off. She was laughing at his jokes, and holding his hand by the end of the meal.
He gripped her hips tightly and pulled her pussy tightly against his face, his tongue pushing deeply inside her and then upwards across her slit, finding her clit and tickling. She moaned and pulled at his hair with both of her hands, lifting her legs wide and pulling her hips upwards.
At first, he'd been worried that he wasn't good enough, or that he'd lose her. As they dated, though, she never gave him any reason to think that she'd cheat on him, and in fact had proven her loyalty many times over.
He smiled as he thought back to one such time, his tongue running over her clitoris again and drawing a moan from her.
They were at a company Christmas party for her office. He'd been drinking, probably a little more than he should, as had she. A party game got out of hand, and she'd found herself pulled into an office with a coworker, who'd tried to kiss her. She slapped him and came to find her husband, demanding to know why he hadn't come to find her.
"I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me baby," he'd told her. It was the truth. His wife could have been a goddess of sex in a previous life, but she was loyal to him.
She moaned at his touch, her body shaking in an orgasm as his tongue worked her over, her fingers pulling hard at his hair. Finally spent, she released him and began to try to pull him upwards.
He was a lucky man, and he knew it. She pulled him upwards and made him turn over to his back, her legs quickly straddling him as she kissed him deeply. She reached between her legs to guide his manhood in to her, sighing as it slid in easily.
Their sex life was decent and he knew he didn't have anything to complain about. They'd usually start out with a little bit of oral sex on her, and then they'd have sex. She liked to be on top, and they rarely did it missionary. She didn't like to give him oral sex and had always said that it was because she wasn't any good at it. He'd eventually given up, being more than satisfied to just have sex with her.
She bounced gently on top of him, his cock pushing deep inside her. He felt his orgasm building and felt her getting closer. As he erupted into her, he felt her begin to squeeze down on him involuntarily, her pussy contracting hard around him.
"Oh, oh," she muttered quietly as she rocked back and forth on top of him.
After a few minutes of gently fucking him, his cock had finally gone soft and slid out of her. She looked up at him as she slid to his side and smiled.
"Thank you," she whispered, her perfect body pressed up next to him.
He smiled at her and kissed her again. "You're welcome."
"You know, you don't have to do that for me," she told him for the thousandth time.
"As always baby, if you like it, I'll do it for you."
"Yeah, but I don't return the favor. It doesn't seem fair."
"If you don't like doing something, I'm not going to ask you to."
"I love you," she said finally.
"I love you," he replied.
She stood then and headed to the bathroom, and a few seconds later he heard the shower running.
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Kelly turned the water on as hot as she could stand and then looked at her naked form in the mirror behind the door. She smiled, lifting one breast, and then arching her back. She loved the way her body looked now.
When she was younger, she'd been a skinny kid, and then when she turned sixteen she started getting larger breasts, She was the last of her friends to blossom, but she quickly grew bigger than they were. Her breasts finally stopped growing her senior year of high school, and were the size they were now. She really loved that Duncan enjoyed her body. In truth, she liked that other people noticed her, but it was him that she wanted to look good for.
Hopping in the shower, she thought back to their love-making session this morning, and previous mornings. Duncan had always been an early riser, so to speak, and she knew that his constant state of arousal in the mornings was at least partly because of her. Once they'd started sleeping naked, a few months after they were married, the sex was nearly every day, usually when they woke up.
She only given him a blowjob a few times, once on their wedding night, and then a few times after that. He'd had to stop her a few times, wincing or telling her that he wanted to go down on her instead. She could tell that he'd been disappointed though, and it had always bothered her. Duncan stopped asking for it, sensing her displeasure for the act, she guessed.
That thought stuck with her, and she considered why he thought she didn't like to do it. She wasn't very good at it, that much was clear. Maybe he sensed her discomfort, her worry about hurting him, or her embarrassment. Whatever the reason, she stopped attempting and he stopped asking for it. She grabbed the loofah and soap and lathered up her body.
She knew he would still enjoy one, but she just didn't know how to go about getting better. It wasn't like she could just ask anyone. A thought struck her then, and she smiled, a plan forming in her mind.
Later that day, Kelly was having lunch with a friend, and conversation inevitably turned to her personal life.
"So how are you and Duncan?" Marie asked. Marie was a close friend that Kelly enjoyed having lunch with at least once every few weeks. She tended to be a little wilder than she was used to, and the stories that she'd tell could make her blush like nothing else.
She was silent for longer than she had intended after the question had been asked and Marie sensed it.
"What's the matter?"
She sighed and shook her head. "Nothing's the matter. We're wonderful!"
"Kelly, I know you better than that. What's the matter?"
"Oh my gosh, we're fine, would you stop being so nosy!"
"We both know that I won't, so you might as well spill it," the brunette told her.
Kelly sighed and drank some of her tea and hoped that something would happen so she didn't have to have this conversation.
Marie was as patient as a vulture, however, and wouldn't be dissuaded.
"Come on, Marie, you know how uncomfortable talking about this stuff makes me. Can't we just talk about the weather?"
"First off sweetie, when you say 'Talking about this stuff,' I know it means sex and so we're gonna have to talk about it. Second, this is Texas and there's snow on the ground. It's January, it's cold."
"That's not always the case here."
"No, you aren't sidetracking me and changing the subject. Spill the beans, sister," she said.
Kelly laughed, defeated, and finally began to talk.
"We're really doing fine. We're having sex at least once a week. He always tells me how much I make him happy. He loves to wake me up by..." she trailed off.
Marie was looking at her expectantly. "By punching you in the face? Barking like a dog? What?"
Kelly leaned in close and whispered across the table, "by giving me oral sex," and immediately blushed when the waiter came up to refill her drink.
"Oh honey, lucky you! So what's the issue? Is he not any good?"
"No no," she said, shaking her head. "He's fine at it, that's not the issue."
"Okay, we'll ignore the 'Fine' comment for now, but we're going back to it at some point. Continue."
She giggled but continued to talk, quieter this time and still leaning forwards over the table.
"It's just that I know he wants me to return the favor, you know?"
Marie looked at with a puzzled expression. "You don't return the favor?"
Kelly blushed, suddenly feeling like she was some kind of deviant for not going down on her husband.
"Why not?" Marie asked sincerely. "I love doing that!"
"Can we talk about this later?" Kelly asked, suddenly aware of couple of men sitting at a nearby table paying an awful lot of attention to the two of them.
Marie glanced over and smiled, offering a little wave.
"Marie, you're terrible!"
"Oh, it's just some harmless flirting. If you knew half the stuff my husband lets me get away with, we probably wouldn't be friends anymore," she said with a wink.
"We'll just talk in the car on the way back to work."
Marie mercifully let her finish the rest of her meal in peace, and the two drove back to the office.
"So you don't suck your husband off. I gotta say, that's surprising. He seems really happy."
