Lucy and Joey show up in my previous stories, and readers have requested to have more written about Lucy.
Lucy has been a defense attorney long enough and has decided to run for the District Attorney (DA) of Santa Clara County. The DA was a stepping stone to the governor's office, and maybe someday she'd run for the United States Senate. She knew the DA was mostly political, and a bullshit office, but it paid well and would give her more prestige. She was sick and tired of representing cops in court, cops who beat up street people, and very rarely arrested those who were white privileged. Police reports were usually fiction and cops stood up for each other. Even judges were worthless, and only casually applied the rule of law. Everyone has heard about the Stanford swimmer who got only six months for raping a drunk college student in a dumpster.
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"Ahh, now that's what I call a great supper." Ben leaned back from the table patting his nonexistent paunch. "Babe, I don't know how you do it. Taking care of the house, going to court, then fixing meals like this - you're a magician!" Normally Ben would be on a business trip, but his flight was canceled and Lucy had her husband home for a change.
"Oh, I wouldn't exactly call it magic," Lucy smiled at him, rising to clear the table. "After all, I've had a few thousand meals to practice on!"
"Okay, okay, it's settled then," Ben broke in with a grin. "But for now let's leave, kids, before we all get in the way. Off to the living room, you two."
Joey had invited his girl friend, Sammi, to dinner. They moved out to the family room, leaving Lucy alone. Ben had gone outside for a smoke. The living room had been converted into a home theatre by Joey. The speaker systems had an extended bass response, below that of an earthquake. When Joey played rap music, the dog hid under the sofa, waiting for Gabriel to blow his horn!
Life, with everyone six feet apart, was peaceful. Ben didn't understand what a corona virus was, since he was not a tech type. He knew the sun had a corona, and he smoked Corona cigars. He knew Jerry Corona was a dead comedian. Or was it Colonna? But to say he was behind the times would be an understatement! He was away so often he thought the TV was still using transistors!
Smiling wistfully, Lucy watched the two of them go. They were a perfect family, and normally she appreciated that fact, as much as any wife and mother could. But at the moment she wanted to scream. Perfect, perfect, perfect! A loving husband, a wonderful son - a happy, normal home! What more could a woman ask?
Maybe a little more fucking?
These days the divorce rate had skyrocketed because wives seemed to have realized their husbands were useless in bed. As well as around the house. Vibrator sales had skyrocketed and even though Wall Street had tanked, sex toy conglomerates were thriving.
Deep in her thoughts, Lucy didn't realize her husband had come up behind her until his strong arms slid around her waist and his crotch rubbed up against her ass. She was wearing slacks which emphasized her round bottom. His prick was already rock-hard, as if he'd read her mind.
"Why don't you leave the dishes, Babe, while we go upstairs and get reacquainted?"
Taken by surprise, Lucy laughed lightly, wilting against her husband's stiff cock as it prodded her ass cleavage in an unintentional reminder of the afternoon's session with Joey. "My, we are horny tonight, aren't we? Don't you ever get enough?"
"Me?" Grinning, Ben's voice sounded shocked. "And just who is it that keeps waking me up in the middle of the night, begging for a little action? This is just self-preservation, Babe. I figure if we start early enough, and if I can cool that hot box of yours down for a change, I might be able to get some rest!"
"Hmmm ... as if I were dragging you to a fate worse than death. I haven't heard you cry out for mercy yet, now have I?"
Ben's grin widened. Their casual banter didn't hide the fact that his cock was practically busting from his trousers, digging against her ass with an urgency she could hardly ignore. Her pussy churned with juices, frothing into a delightful lather at the possibility of spending the whole evening fucking.
"Come on, Babe." He urged her on with a twitch of his hips that pushed his pent-up tool hard against his wife's voluptuous ass. "You won't regret it and you know it. Let's you and I go upstairs and relax in private, where we can have a little fun!"
"Oh, all right." Surrendering at last to her husband's frantic caresses and the need throbbing in her pussy, Lucy finished the last dish and turned to face him, wiping her hands on a dishcloth. "But don't think I'm going to give you time to relax! Now that you've got me excited, rest is the last thing you're going to get tonight!"
Ben laughed at that comment and they headed upstairs for the bedroom.
Joey and Sammi were in the game room sprawled on the floor, a laptop open to Facebook. Both of them were oddly subdued and quiet this evening, except for an occasional exchange of whispers. They hardly even noticed as their parents swept by. Upstairs moments later, Ben firmly shut the bedroom door and turned to his wife.
"All right, Lucy. It's time to live up to those promises you've been making. Come here!"
But Lucy was already on her way, slipping hastily out of her slacks and blouse as she approached. She wondered how long his energy would hold out. He was always tired. By the time she reached him she was wearing just her soaked panties. Her heavy boobs fluttered at him, as he took in her supple, curvy body.
"Those were not promises, darling, because I intend to fuck your brains out!" she purred, reaching out to undress him as well.
His cock sprang up, massive and swollen, throbbing at her, ready to enter the fray. Already quivering with anticipation, his limb stood out like a flag pole. Its sheer size never failed to take her breath away. She inhaled, her cunt already very wet, as her hand slid down to grasp her husband's shaft.
He reached for her but Lucy slipped back teasingly, wanting to prolong their fun a little longer tonight. Her voice husky, she spoke the thought that was uppermost on her mind.
"Not just yet, lover. Lie down, so I can give that luscious cock of yours the kind of attention it obviously needs - just for starters! Then we'll see who keeps who's promise!"
With a sigh that wasn't nearly as unhappy as he pretended, Ben followed her orders and dropped onto the bed. His prick bobbed up in the air, so swollen and enticing that Lucy had to fight an impulse to leap immediately onto that gorgeous cock and impale herself. She loved being on top so she could rub her clit against his dick as she rocked back and forth.
Capturing the mushroom knob of his cock, she used her forefinger to rub precum over its head. She knew that was most sensitive and would have him howling.
"Jesus," he gasped, running his fingers through her soft, long hair. It was auburn, like the hair on her mons. "You know how to drive a guy crazy!"
"Yes, I specialize in knob lubes," she smiled impishly up from his prick, her lips puckered over its hardness. "Didn't you know? If you've forgotten that, then I'll just have to remind you ..."
Her tongue flicked out, stroking along his rigid flesh and gliding across its flared rim, lapping figure eights over his knob. Despite her afternoon's activities with Joey she was hotter than a firecracker at the delectable penis inches from her eyes. Ben groaned again and twitched as she licked his cock, teasing him, hoping he'd blow his load fast. It wasn't like she had Valentino in bed with her.
She went to work on his balls, lapping and mouthing his hairy testicles. Ben's balls were huge, filled with sperm, but she knew once he emptied out his seed, he'd be fast asleep and she wouldn't see a hard-on again for weeks. Lucy hungrily sucked and tickled both balls, knowing he was a testicle man. She could practically feel the tingle that surged through Ben's body as he clutched her hair harder, more than delighted he'd put off the football game until half time.
"That's my baby," he crooned, once again astonished at the way his wife so eagerly did things she'd never done before, like sucking on his balls. "Jesus, that feels great! You know just how I like it!"
"Ummmmm ..." She purred at his praise, wondering if he thought she was stupid. Nonetheless, her pussy seemed to respond to her playing with him; he seemed like a stranger. She had his photo framed and put up on the dresser, so she would remember what he looked like.
"Christ!" Ben blurted out in surprise as he arched up to give her better access. "That's it, that's real nice. Tongue my ass, Babe, tongue it out real good... Jesus that's good! We should have done this years ago... aaah..."
It was the first time she'd ever reamed his ass this way, and she couldn't get enough of it. Rimming his ass until her jaws ached, she finally pulled her tongue free and slipped her way back along his balls for the enormous cock her pussy needed more than anything.
His hips began to lurch in response. Lucy's warm, moist mouth moved up and down her husband's engorged prick with all the expertise of $500 call girl. You could call her an insatiable wife, no matter if he was home or on the road somewhere. She loved hot sex.
She knew how he loved being sucked off, so she took her time, despite the raging inferno her pussy had become. Inch after inch of hard cock slithered into her throat, throbbing along her flicking tongue with growing urgency as she sucked and teased, making him roll his hips like he was dancing the rumba on his back.
"Oh sweet Jesus that's good," he groaned appreciatively. Arching up, he slid his swollen cock shaft in and out between his wife's soft lips. "Keep it going, Babe. I like what you're doing to me ..."
Lucy's cunt was pulsing too fiercely to ignore now. As her head began to bob rhythmically up and down on his slippery cock, she moved a hand to the seething throbbing of her cunt; she dipped two fingers into the melting hot pussy flesh hidden by the thick carpet of her cunt mound.
That touch was like an electric jolt. Instantly Lucy's fingers plunged deep into her convulsing pussy, jabbing hard in an attempt to soothe that ache until they were buried between her soaked labia, using her thumb in unison with the urgent motions of her hand to flick her clit.
"Ughhhhhh ..."
Unaware of anything but the sucking lips fastened to his cock, Ben didn't notice that his wife was finger-fucking herself simultaneously. His concentration was totally on that lovely, pumping mouth, and within moments he was hunching up with an intensity that shoved his cock to its hilt up that clamping embouchure.
"Yeah - faster, Babe, suck me faster! It's been a long time since I've had it this good!"
Lucy gulped at his prick with ferocious intensity, her fingers gyrating in her own pussy with cunt-tearing stabs. She palmed her erect clit, tugging on it, while her mouth worked on his massive cock. She could feel Ben's climax swelling up inside him, and her own approaching orgasm was very close. She'd teach him to stay away so long! She sucked with all her might, almost deep throating him.
