Punishing Lucy (Again)

While Ricky was dealing with his pene and pants, he saw Fred’s hand on tented pants. The man was having lascivious thoughts about Lucy! How should he react to this?! It wasn’t his landlord’s fault; he was reacting like any man would on seeing a naked woman. And it was Lucy who had made herself naked. She needed to be punished (again). “Fred, would you like Lucy to give you a, in English, a handjob?”

“Would I!?!” a grin burst over his jowly face. Then he thought to mask his enthusiasm. “I mean, should I? It’s not exactly acceptable.”

“Oh, I don’ know about that,” he said, playing his part. “I have been readin’ about swingin’ couples.” Ricky leaned forward. “That’s very modern, right, Lucy? Just like oral sex is. You would not mind givin’ Fred at least a handjob.”

Lucy took a large, hard swallow of the sperm in her mouth. The taste now wasn’t so thrilling, and her face showed it. “Ricky!” she wanted to whine, but its effectiveness was lessened by her having to scrape the goo off the insides of her mouth with her tongue.

“Here, Fred.” Rick got up, inviting him to take his place. Fred did.

Resting an elbow on the back of the upholstered chair, Rick said, “Okay, Lucy, do to Fred what the book says. After all, practice makes perfect. Then you can be jus’ the kind of wife the book says will make your husband happy!”

Lucy swallowed again, loosening more of the goo that clung to her. She cried, giving Ricky a pleading look. But she could see that he was wanted to punish her (again). If not this way, it would be another.

“No, Fred, don’ unzip! That is for Lucy to do, isn’ it, Dear?”

Lucy thought about fighting back. But, again, felt entirely too naked. With trembling hand, she reached for Fred Mertz’s zipper. She didn’t lay her hand on his pants as she had done for her husband; she made as little contact with him as she could. With just her thumb and index, she tugged at the tab. But she found she had to get leverage by holding the top of his pants to unzip him. And as long as it was nearby, she unbuckled him, as well. She had made the whole process of getting to Fred’s dick more awkward than it had to be.

The cock popped out of the briefs, practically onto her made-up face. She crossed her dark blue eyes looking at it. There was no justice in this world. Fat, Old Fred was over an inch larger than her Ricky! (And veiny.)

She took it with just the tips of her thumb and fingers. Then turned away, unable to continue looking at it. Up and down her hand limply went, pulling and pushing what loose skin there was over the “gristle” of his boner. She could feel an old man’s heat and how unyielding his pecker was becoming. She felt none of the throbbing that told her this would soon be over and could, then, let go. Like the landlord, it seemed slow in coming.