"Ooooooh, yeah, fuck meeeee!" she gurgled.
Mike kept up a good hard pace, but he wasn't so frantically horny this time. Lucy sensed they were in for a nice long session, and she was delighted. All she wanted to do today was fuck. She dug her nails into the grass and braced herself against his hammering prick.
"You like it this way?" he growled.
"Mmmmmmm, yeah," she panted.
She figured she'd like it any way she could get it, even standing on her head. She just loved the sensation of a big iron-hard cock reaming her cunt and plowing deep, giving her hot blasts of pleasure. She soaked his meat again and again with molten cream.
Slowly but steadily she tightened her famished box around his pistoning cock, creating more and more friction. It was that exciting hot friction that always made her come. Mike snorted lustily as he felt her cunt gripping and sucking at his meat. He fucked into her even harder.
"You wouldn't be trying to get me off, would you, baby?" he panted.
"Uh-uh, just myself!" Lucy giggled.
"Hey, no problem," he said.
He just reached around her, gave her clit a squeeze, and she was in orbit. She couldn't believe how fast it happened. Explosions of pleasure ripped from her clit and seared through every nerve in her body.
"Unnnnhhhhh, shit, ohhhhhh!" she howled.
While she came Mike went on kneading her clit and fucking her cunt. The pleasure was so intense, her muscles turned to rubber, and at last she collapsed, falling face down on the grass and sliding off the stiff impalement of Mike's big cock.
"Oh, shit, fantastic!" she panted.
"We're not finished yet," Mike said hoarsely. "Catch your breath and I'll show you another way to fuck."
Lucy could hardly wait. Howard had already shown her the doggy position, and she wanted to learn more. She'd told Mike she wanted to know all the ways to fuck, and she wasn't kidding. It was part of the new Lucy, the uninhibited young bride who just couldn't get enough loving.
"I'm ready," she said eagerly.
Mike flopped onto his back, and his massive hard-on stood up thick and drooling.
"Sit on it," he said with a leer.
"Hey, all right," Lucy laughed.
She hurried to straddle him, rubbing the slippery line of her slit back and forth over his fat purple cock head. He grabbed her by the waist and made her hold still, impatient to get his cock into her. He gave a powerful upward thrust with his steel-stiff prick, impaling her on it.
"Ooooooh, yesssssss!" Lucy wailed.
Mike snorted with lust and hammered his cock into her hard and fast. He was feverishly lusty now, and Lucy knew he'd be coming along with her when she climaxed. She could also tell that he was really enjoying the view. He ogled her bouncing tits and lust-contorted face, and he watched his cock in action.
Lucy could hardly wait to try this position with Howard. It was wonderful doing it with Mike, but her husband still turned her on more than any other guy. She wanted to sit on Howard's plowing cock and watch his face contort with wild pleasure.
"Awwwww, Christ!" Mike groaned. "Can't hold out much longer!"
It was nice of him to warn her, Lucy thought. She quickly tightened her cunt around his pile-driving prick, making the hot friction that would get her off fast. She closed her eyes and let him hammer her right to the edge of climax. She hovered there waiting for him.
She didn't have long to wait. Mike was crazy with lust, his handsome face beet red and sweaty as he fucked into her with everything he had. Then he bellowed, and she felt the scalding flood of his jism filling her cunt. It overflowed the crammed little tunnel and gushed down her legs.
"Ooooooooh, Mike, you're doing it to meeeeeee!" she screamed as a violent orgasm ripped through her.
"Unnnnhhhhh, take my load, baby – unnngggghhhhh!" Mike bellowed.
When it was over, Lucy felt a little guilty but also very relieved. The long hard fucking Mike had given her really should keep her satisfied for awhile. She hoped she wouldn't feel horny again till her husband got home. She wanted to save her lust for him.
"Thanks, Mike," she said. "I feel a lot better now."
He grinned at her and said, "Well, if you get that itch again, honey, you just call Dr. Mike and I'll be right there."
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.