Chapter 7

Now Lucy wasn't at all sorry that her husband was going to be late. It gave her a chance to make it with this very attractive assistant. She and Greg rushed to the master bedroom and dived onto the king-size bed.

It was hard to believe that she'd lost her virginity in that bed just twenty-four hours ago. She'd been a very different person then, modest and shy and repressed. Now she couldn't get enough sex, and she didn't mind admitting it. She snuggled up to Greg, rubbing her naked body against his.

"Christ, Lucy, I'm afraid Howard isn't giving you enough!" Greg exclaimed.

"It was great last night," she sighed, "and it started off pretty good this morning, but then he had to leave for the studio. He hasn't been back since, and I've been climbing the walls."

"What you need is a guy chained to your bed," Greg chuckled, "but I'll do my best to help you out."

He took her hand and set it on his cock. She curled her fingers around the fat slab of meat and started pumping it. Greg slipped a hand between her legs and started playing with her clit, rolling it between his fingers. It felt exciting, but she really didn't need the encouragement. She was hot and lusty already.

She thought of all the exciting things she and Howard had done in that bed the night before, and she shivered with longing. She wished Howard was with her right now. She still preferred him to any other man. But if she couldn't have him, she wasn't going to sit around lonely and frustrated.

She didn't want to cheat, but she just couldn't contain her boiling lust. It had to find an outlet. Maybe Howard knew that, and that was why he'd left her the book on masturbation. Playing with herself had been fun, but it was no substitute for a man's loving.

Thinking about that book, though, she giggled and reached for the bedside table drawer.

"Look at this," she said, taking the book out and handing it to Greg. "Howard left me this as a present. Some wedding gift, huh?"

With his free hand, Greg started flipping through the pages, looking at the big color photos of the pretty girl playing with herself. All of a sudden his cock ballooned in Lucy's fist. He was getting wickedly aroused by those photos. Lucy didn't blame him. She'd had the same experience.

"Did you try any of this stuff?" Greg asked hoarsely.

"Yeah, it was fun," Lucy said with a mischievous grin.

"Show me," he begged, leering at her.

Twenty-four hours ago Lucy would have died of shame before she'd grant a kinky request like that. Now it didn't bother her at all. It sounded like naughty fun. She laughed, then rolled away from Greg, to the center of the huge bed. She bent and spread her legs, showing him her moist pink pussy.

She proceeded to demonstrate for him everything she'd learned from the book. Using her index finger stiffly, she massaged her little clit, rubbing up and down with her fingertip. Soon she was creaming heavily, the hot sticky juice trickling down her ass crack.

"Mmmmm, yeah, that feels wild!" she gurgled.

"Don't stop!" Greg croaked.

His prick was so engorged, it hugged his belly and drooled. His eyes were practically popping out of his head as he watched his boss's cute little bride masturbating right in front of him. The guy had been around, but he'd still never seen anything quite this outrageous.

When her clit felt ready to explode with pleasure, Lucy slid her finger lower, massaging the swollen folds of her cream-soaked cunt. Everywhere she touched herself it felt great, but there were some spots that were more sexy-feeling than others.

Right now she longed for something hard in her cunt. Switching fingers, she started easing her middle finger into the steaming slippery little hole. She felt instant thrills as she crammed her own hungry cunt. Greg watched bug-eyed, his breathing fast and harsh.

"Oooooh, yeah!" Lucy gurgled.

Right before his lust-glazed eyes the little brunette began finger-fucking herself. Using her finger just like a cock, she pistoned it stiffly up and down in her dripping pussy, giving herself steady pangs of pleasure. She creamed heavily, drenching her whole hand.

"Mmmmmm, shit, mmmmm!" she moaned.

"Can you get off that way?" Greg asked hoarsely.

"Ummmm, yeah, easy!" Lucy sighed. "You wanta see?"

"No, I wanta do it to you," he said.

He drew her hand away, and her cream-soaked finger popped from her greedy wet cunt. Quickly he inserted his middle finger instead, and Lucy responded with a happy gurgle because his finger was thicker than hers. She rode the pistoning digit with delighted squeals.

"Oooooh, yeah, do it to me, Greg, make me come!" she cried.

Creaming all over his hand, she let him finger-fuck her steadily toward climax. Panting, her eyes half shut, she reached out dizzily and rubbed his cock with her fingertips. She got some of his leaking juice and brought it to her lips, sucking her fingers for the special salty taste. Greg watched her do that, and he went wild.

"Oh, Christ, enough kid stuff!" he groaned.

He whipped his dripping finger out of her cunt and rolled on top of her. She eagerly spread her legs as wide as she could, and he socked his massive rock-hard prick into her tiny but slippery cunt. She arched her petite body to take his meat as deep as she could.

"Ooooh, shit, yesssss!" she wailed. "Get into meeeeee!"

"Unnnhhhh, Jesus, so fuckin' tight!" he groaned.

As Greg sank his cock into Lucy's fever-hot little fuck hole, Mike the handyman was on his way down the hall with his toolbox. There was a faucet in the guest bathroom which he'd been meaning to fix for a long time now. Incidentally he hoped he'd run into Lucy.

Mike couldn't forget their loving beside the pool. He didn't want to lose his job or hurt Lucy's marriage, but he sure hoped they could get together again. He thought maybe if he came by that evening pretending to work, Lucy would get ideas and they'd end up in bed.

But Lucy was nowhere to be found. The house seemed to be empty. Mike decided just to fix the faucet and leave, but as he passed the door of the master bedroom he heard a sudden moan that made him freeze in his tracks. It was, a young woman's voice, hoarse and full of pleasure.

"Unnnhhh, shit, yessss, fuck meeeeee!" Lucy wailed.

Mike reddened. Had he made a colossal blunder? He'd been so sure Howard Benton wasn't home. After years of working for the guy, Mike knew the signs--no sportscar in the garage, no music playing in the house, no chatter. But obviously Lucy was in bed with somebody.

"Baby, I can't believe how tight you are!" a male voice growled.

It wasn't Howard's voice. Mike was sure of that. Howard had a very distinctive voice, known to millions of viewers, and this wasn't it. Which meant that his brand-new bride was in bed with another guy. Mike felt both angry and curious. Naturally he had to find out who the guy was.

He put his hand on the doorknob and turned it very slowly and carefully, not making a sound. He got the door open a crack, just enough so he could see the king-size bed. He looked in and barely suppressed a jealous snarl. He knew the guy, all right. It was Greg Anderson, Howard's chief assistant.