Chapter 2

"Thank you Lucy, you make me very happy. I hope I can make you happy too." She just smiled.

Lucy felt Harry slightly raise his knees. This caused her buttocks to slight onto his loins. Then he parted his thighs slightly causing her firm buttocks to rest more intimately against his hard bulge.

"Are you more comfortable now?"

"Yes, sir." Lucy felt the bulge against her firm buttocks.

"How long have you been married?"

"Just more than two weeks."

Harry leaned into her and kissed her on the mouth for several seconds. Then he asked, "Do you like married life?"

"Yes, sir."

Harry's right hand caressed her exposed left thigh from the knee to the edge of the skirt and asked, "What aspect of married life do you like best?"

"Everything about married life, sir."

"Surely there are some things you like more than the others... some things you enjoy more than others with your husband."

When she thought about some of the things she and her husband did, Lucy blushed. But she couldn't tell out loud, could she?

"Don't be shy, Lucy. Remember we are friends."

"Oh sir, I'm shy to say, sir," she just blushed some more. Harry's hand was moving and caressing the bare part of her thigh above the knee. Surely caressing her bare thigh was more than hugging. It was arousing her.

Harry asked in a whisper, "Do you like it when your husband caresses you like this?" He indicated what he meant by caressing her bare thigh flesh.

"Hmm... yes."

He kissed her on the mouth, wetly and sucking lovingly, and asked, "Do you like the sex part in married life?"

"Yes, sir." Lucy blushed.

"There are two special things about sex... I wonder which one you like."

Lucy just waited while he brought his mouth close to hers and kissed her, licking and sucking. His hand caressed her thigh. She was wildly aroused.

He was saying, "One is getting stimulated sexually... by various physical contacts. The other is having sexual intercourse. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes, sir." Her lips brushed against Harry's because he had brought his lips close against her lips already.

His lips still against her lips, Harry asked, "Which do you like? Wild sexual stimulation or wild sexual intercourse?"

Oh God! What a question!

"Must I choose, sir?"

"Why do you ask?"

Her lips still against Harry's lips Lucy said, "Because... because..." She was shy to say it.

"Say it, Lucy. Why do you ask, Must I choose?"

"I don't want to choose, sir."

"Why?"

"Because... because... I like both, sir."

"You mean you like wild sexual stimulation AND wild sexual intercourse?"

"Yes, sir." She blushed getting very stimulated.

"Oh good. That means your husband is a very lucky man."

"That's what he says, sir."

"I'm also lucky then."

Lucy blushed realizing what he could have meant by that. Her thoughts were diverted when he kissed her wetly, gently sucking at her lips and tongue.

Then he said against her mouth, "I hope you want me to be nice to you." He kissed her lovingly, caressing her thighs and increasing Lucy's arousal.

"In what ways do you like to be stimulated, Lucy?"

"What do you mean, sir?"

"Do you like being caressed like this?" His hand moved excitingly on her thighs.

"Yessss..." Lucy liked what Harry was doing. She knew she was very hot now.

Harry now caressed her thigh some more as he asked, "Does this stimulate you?"

"Hmmmm..." Well, she was getting very stimulated. Luckily her husband wouldn't know about all this, she thought.

"May I caress your lovely thighs some more? Higher up?"

Smiling, she nodded her head. She had to be friendly, she remembered. Her husband needed the job.

"Does your husband kiss you a lot?" Lucy just smiled and nodded her head.

Harry brought his mouth close to hers, his lips touching her lips and asked, "Does kissing stimulate you?" She nodded, her lips still wetly touching Harry's lips.

"In that case, may I kiss you some more... and make you feel nice?"

"Hmmm... yes, sir." Her lips quivered against Harry's lips. He kissed her softly, opening her mouth and sucking her tongue again and again.

He then stopped kissing her but, with his lips still in contact with hers, he said, "I like kissing you, Lucy... I like it very much... I like you... for being so friendly." He kissed her again for several seconds.

Then he asked her, "Do you like kissing me?" To say no would offend him. Anyway she wanted to be nice to Harry to help her husband to get the job.

"Yes, sir."

Lucy smiled and to show she meant it she now willingly kissed him back when he kissed her, allowing his tongue into her mouth and sucking it. After all, her husband wouldn't know about all this. Also she enjoyed the arousal. Harry was nice to her body. Her clit throbbed and throbbed.

They kissed like lovers, sucking each other's tongues as Harry caressed her exposed thighs below the skirt. Again and again, he caressed both thighs, first one and then the other. Lucy was squirming, her firm buttocks rubbing against Harry's hard bulge. She could feel the bulge against her squirming buttocks. It all added up to excite her more and more.

"Sir... sir... sir... hmmm... hmmm... oooo... oooo... sir... sirr..." Lucy kept moaning into Harry's kissing mouth.

After a while of mouth kissing, Harry moved his hot mouth to lick her throat and suck at the flesh there. Lucy's hands were around his head now, her own head thrown backward in excitement.

Harry spoke against her throat, "I'm so glad you are so friendly... thank you."

Lucy merely moaned, "Hmmmm... hmmmm... Hmmmm... sir, sir..."

"Am I friendly enough, Lucy?"

"Yessss, sirrr... , thank you, sir..."

"Do you like what we are doing as friends?"

Surely she couldn't say no and offend him. Her husband then might not get the job. She also didn't want this excitement to stop. Without her knowing, the wine had helped to break down her inhibitions.

"Yes, sir, yes... "

Lucy told herself silently, "I like you, sir... I like what you are doing... I want more, sir." But she dared not say all that aloud.

"Are you getting stimulated?"

"Yessss... yesss... but please don't tell my husband, sir, please..." Lucy constantly thought about her husband.

"Of course we won't. This will be our secret, yours and mine... we are friends... we will be nice to each other... our stimulation will be our private fun... because we are friends."

"Thank you, sir... my husband must never know I enjoy this with you, sir."

Lucy and Harry kissed passionately. She squirmed in Harry's lap, her skirt having ridden up higher still, exposing most of her thighs. Harry's hand was now caressing the inner sensitive thighs.

Lucy moaned, "Hmmmm... oooo... oooo... hmmmm... sir, sir, sir. " She turned her body to press her big chest against Harry's chest.

Harry's manhood, bloated to its maximum size, was throbbing against Lucy's buttocks. She could feel his bulge. "Oh Lucy, you are the best friend I've ever had. Can we be extra close friends, Lucy?"

"Yes, sir..." She didn't know what he meant by "extra close friends". Anyway, she liked him. She wanted Harry to be her friend.

Suddenly the room door opened and Helen walked in. Lucy struggled to break free, embarrassed by Helen's presence. But Harry held her on his lap. The kissing didn't stop. Harry continued to kiss her, wetly and hotly for a few seconds more. Lucy looked frightened. What would Helen think, seeing her on her husband's lap and kissing him passionately with her skirt hiked up to expose her thighs? Surely this was more than hugging and kissing!

Helen smiled and said, "Hello there! Good to know you two are getting friendly... by hugging and kissing." Lucy realized that Helen considered this just hugging and kissing.

Harry said, "Yes, darling. Young beautiful Lucy is very friendly. I like her."

Helen said, "Yes, I can see that... I'm sure you are going to like her more and more. But, does she like you?"

They looked at Lucy for an answer. "Do you like my husband, Lucy?"

She had to answer. Shyly she said, "Yes," and blushed because what she had said was true. She did like Helen's husband.

Helen continued, " I just came up to see whether you two have finished... hugging and kissing."

Lucy said, "Yes, we have finished." But Harry said, "No, we haven't yet."

Helen looked smilingly at Lucy and said, "My husband says No but you say Yes. Does that mean you want to stop being friendly with my husband?"

"No, I didn't mean that." Lucy was afraid of offending Harry.

"My husband obviously likes you very much and wants to be friendly with you for a bit longer."

"All right, Helen. I'll befriend your husband a bit longer."

"That's a good girl... let my husband hug and kiss you a bit more."

"But what about my husband? Is it time for him to come back to fetch me?" asked Lucy.

"Don't worry. There is still plenty of time."

Then Helen turned to her husband and said, "When I came in, I saw you kissing Lucy but she was sitting in a very awkward position. It's uncomfortable to sit sideways on your lap and twist her body to face you. Why not let her sit more comfortably."

"How?"

"Here let me show how."

Then she told Lucy, "Lie backwards against my husband... yes, that's right... slide down your buttocks... yes that's right (Lucy's skirt rode higher up her thighs exposing practically all of them)"

"Now rest the back of your head against the upper left chest of Harry... yes that's right... now open out your thighs and drop your right leg to rest your foot on the floor, to support yourself... that's good... keep your thighs opened out."

Then she told Harry, her husband, "Harry, put your left hand under Lucy's left arm... yes that's right... reach across and place your palm here (she helped to place her husband's hand right under Lucy's right breast).

"Yes, support her here ( while his hand gently cupped the under side of her right breast the arm pressed against the under side of her left breast pushing it up)... good... that will support her upper body."

Harry asked, "Is this the way you want me to cup the underside of Lucy's breast?"

"Yes, that's good. Now to support her lower body... put you right hand here (she placed his right hand three quarters up on her bare right inner thigh left uncovered by the skirt)... that's good... now hold her like that. Hold her by her inner thigh nicely."

Lucy lay on her back against Harry's body looking up into his face. Helen asked, "Are you comfortable, Lucy?"

"Yes." What else could she say?

"I'll go down and watch tv. You two be friendly for a while... be nice to your friend, Harry... she is young and new to all this... kiss her and be friendly to her."

Harry lowered his mouth to Lucy's mouth and they kissed.

While they kissed Helen said, "Harry hold Lucy tightly here (she pressed her husband's left hand against the underside of Lucy's right breast)... and hold her tight here (she pressed his right hand into L ucy's inner bare thigh)... yes that's good. This is a nicer way to hug and kiss."

Lucy realized again that to Helen what Harry and she were doing was still merely hugging and kissing, even though his hand was caressing her inner thigh!

While they kissed Helen told Lucy, "Place your hands on my husband's hands and guide him to hug you."

Helen put Lucy's left hand on Harry's hand that was cupping the underside of her breast. Then she placed her right hand on Harry's hand on her inner right thigh. She patted Lucy's inner thighs until they spread out nicely. The skirt rode way up higher. "Keep your thighs spread out for my husband to touch you here."

Then she told her husband, "Keep you hand on Lucy's inner thigh... that's right... move it a bit higher... yes, that's good... be nice to her... caress her to make her feel nice. "

"Okay, you two hug and kiss to be friendly... I'll go downstairs now." Then Helen left the room.

Lucy was wildly aroused. Harry kissed her with his hands caressing her in two sensitive areas, the under swell of her right breast and her inner thigh. Her nipples were rock hard, and her thighs shivered with excitement. Her swollen clit was throbbing painfully.

Even as he kissed her, Harry asked, "Is this a better way than before to hug and kiss, Lucy?"

"Yes, sir." She kissed back. She knew that he was using the excuse of hugging and kissing to do sexual things with her. But what could she do? She wanted to get the job for her husband.

After a while, Harry stopped kissing. With his lips against her lips he asked, "Why did you tell Helen that we had finished? Did it mean that you didn't want to spend a bit more time with me?"

"No, sir. When your wife saw us kissing, I was afraid... I thought she might not have wanted me to spend more time with you... that's why I said that."

"Does that mean... you actually wanted more of what we were doing?" Harry's right hand was way up her bare inner right thigh.

"Yes, sir." It was indeed true. She wanted more of what Harry was doing.

"Does that mean it's okay for me to caress you and kiss you some more?"

Aroused and squirming, Lucy said, "Yes, sir... yess... thank you, sir for being so nice to me."

"You are my friend now, Lucy. I want to do things to you that you like. " Harry's hand was gently pressing into the full firm breast on the underside. His other hand was moving excitingly on her inner thigh very far up now, causing her flesh there to quiver with delight.

"Sir, sir, sir," squirmed a very stimulated Lucy.

"Do you like what I'm doing, Lucy?"

"Yes, sir, yes..."

"Can I kiss you... and touch you... here?" His hand caressed her inner thigh close to her cunt to indicate what he meant by here.

"Yes, sir... but please don't tell my husband, sir... that I like this." Lucy was again and again worried that her husband might know about all this, that she liked being touched and kissed by Harry

What she was doing was to help her husband get the job. At the same time, she had to admit that she liked the thrill. Her clit throbbed and her juices were flowing. She enjoyed the stimulation.

Harry and Lucy kissed eagerly, mouths mashing, tongues lashing and bodies writhing.

Harry kept caressing her inner thigh up and down. His hand moved too far up her inner thigh now. As the hand went up to the top of her inner thigh it smacked against her loins. Lucy's arousal shot up more and she moaned, "Sir, sir... sir, sir, sir..."

His hand started to repeatedly smack against her loins. Her thighs kept quivering. "Sir (one smack against her panty covered cunt)... ahhh (another smack against her cunt)... oooo (another smack)... sir (another smack)... sir (another smack)... sir (another contact)"

On and on Harry's hand caressed her inner thigh flesh and smacked against her wildly convulsing cunt through the thin panty. Each hand touch against her cunt elicited a ooo, ahhh, or sir. Often she was moaning, "Sir... sir... sir..."

It got hotter and hotter for Lucy. Harry's fingers started to stay and fondle her cunt longer and longer. Finally she lost control and climaxed, writhing and moaning, "Hmmmm... oooo... oooo, sir, sir, sir, sir... ahhhh..."

This triggered Harry's cock to explode inside his pants, "Lucy... darling... yes... ahk... ahak... ahkkkk... Lucyyyy..." They climaxed together, kissing passionately as their bodies rocked for many, many seconds.

When her climax started to subside, Lucy panted, "I'm so... so... sor... sor... sorry, sir... I'm... so... sor... sor... ry... ssir... for... los-ing cont-rol."

"But did you like it? Did you enjoy it, Lucy?"

"Ye... ye... y-e-s-s, sir." That was very true. She did like it. She enjoyed the climax very much.

"In that case, don't say sorry, Lucy. I'm glad you liked it and enjoyed it."

"But sir... I shouldn't enjoy doing these things because I'm married."

"I'm married too, Lucy... but I enjoyed it... so, it's alright, dear. "

"Do you think so, sir?"

"Yes, and I thank you Lucy... thank you very much for the enjoyment you gave me."

"Oh sir... you don't have to thank me... I hope you like my friendship... I hope you like it very much."

"Yes, Lucy, yes... very much. Do you also like my friendship?"

"Yes, sir, very much... I like the way you show me that you like me... thank you, sir... but please don't tell my husband, sir... that I like you to do these things to me."

"No, we won't, Lucy. We will enjoy our friendship without your husband knowing."

"Thank you, sir. I'll appreciate that very much."

"May I ask you something?"

"What's that, sir?"

"Was I as good as your husband?"

"What do you mean, sir?"

"In... in stimu... in stimulating you?"

"Oh sir!" Lucy was embarrassed.

"I'm sure your husband is better... I'm sorry, Lucy, if I'm not that good."

"Oh sir, please don't say that. You were good, sir... very good."

"Next time, may be I can do better, Lucy."

"Yes, sir. I'm sure you can." Oh God! He was thinking of the next time already.

"Would you like to be stimulated a bit more intensely... than this?"

Embarrassed, Lucy smiled and kissed Harry and spoke into his mouth, "Yessss, sir."

"May I ask you a favour, Lucy?"

"What's that, sir?"

"You know we are going to have parties with the owners to decide about your husband's salary."

"Yes, sir."

"After each party... after they have gone home... do you think you can spend an hour or so specially with me in private... so that we can enjoy our friendship?"

"I would like that very much, sir but... but, what about my husband? And your wife?"

"That can be arranged, your husband will be working and my wife will not trouble us."

"In that case..."

"In that case, will you spend extra time with me alone... so that we can enjoy ourselves as friends... more freely and in private... without your husband knowing?"

"Yes, sir... if you like that."

She couldn't refuse could she? Helen had said her husband would make the final decision about her husband's job. So Lucy wanted to be very friendly with Harry. Moreover, she found him desirable, very desirable.

"Thank you, Lucy. Thank you very much."

"You are most welcome, sir. Please make sure my husband doesn't know about all this. "

"No, your husband won't know. Don't worry. In private I'll show you how much I like you."

Just then Helen came into the room. Lucy asked for a fresh panty and went to the bathroom to clean up and change her cum-soaked panty. Harry too changed his soiled underwear

"Shall we go down?" asked Helen.

"Yes," smiled Lucy.

Harry kissed Lucy full on the mouth before they went downstairs. He had his hand around her narrow waist and held her close as they descended the staircase.

They sat on the sofa and chatted as they watched tv. Harry had his arms around Lucy all the time, and kept kissing her on the mouth again and again. Lucy noted that Helen behaved as if there was nothing unusual.

Harry asked Lucy, " Can I arrange the first interview party with the owners for tomorrow evening?"

"As you wish, sir."

Just then her husband, Mike came after work and Lucy went out and got into the car.

Lucy and Mike went home as loving husband and wife. He talked about what he did as cashier and she told him that Helen was a good woman and she enjoyed helping her with the housework. Mike also said that he had been given a bonus of £500 to tidy things over until he gets his first pay packet at the end of the month. According to the manager of the coffeehouse that was the instruction by Mr. Hancock.

"That's very thoughtful and generous of Mr. Hancock," said Lucy.

"Yes, I know darling."

"Yes, he is a good man," added Lucy. She was thinking how excitingly good he was to her.

"We must work hard for them."

"Yes, darling. You do your best. I'll definitely do my best at Mr. Hancock's house." If only he knew what she had been doing there with Mr. Hancock!

On the evening of the next day, a Wednesday, Mike left Lucy at Mr. Hancock's house. "If you meet Mr. Hancock, please thank him for the £500 he had arranged for me yesterday."