Rick Isn't the Only One to Come

Ricky’s best friend and landlord, old Vaudevillian Fred Mertz let himself in. “About that act me and Ethel are working on for your-” He was struck dumb at the sight of an appealingly youngish and quite naked woman between the Don Juan’s legs, her face bobbing in the Latin’s lap. There was no doubt what was happening; he could see the cock appear again and again when Lucky backed away from it.

Lucy!?! He was seeing Lucy in all her au naturel birthday suit! As naked as the Burlesque strippers he saw when he didn’t feel cheap and thought he wouldn’t be caught (that was, not often); and she was doing what he (even less often) paid streetwalkers to do to him! This was a fantasy come true, but it was a fantasy that had never starred the ditzy redhead. She was the wife of his best friend and tenant! She made life strange and difficult enough without adding in any desire for her!

But he knew he would never be able to forget what he was seeing.

Ricky’s moaning became groans as he felt his orgasm coming! His head rolled about on his neck. He noticed, just as he climaxed, “Fred!” Being caught did not lessen the intensity, but increased it!

A greater load was shot into Lucy’s mouth than she could have anticipated! She almost gagged! But she wasn’t about to let any get out and onto her clean carpet! She fought to hold it all in! Now, if she could swallow the salty gunk without- She, now, too, noticed the old, fat man looming above her!

Suddenly, she felt mortifyingly exposed! Her hands went down and up to cover her pussy and breasts and their clit and nipples! And all the while, her cheeks bulged from the sperm! What was she to do with it?!? She had forgotten how to swallow! She had done it again; she had put herself in a “Lucy” situation. But never had any of them ever been this pornographic!

Ricky was angry, “What are you doin’ here, Fred?!”

“I came here to talk about your new show -But I never expected to see this show! I ain’t a peeping tom!” Not by habit, anyway.

“This isn’ part of no show! This is another of Lucy’s hairbrained ideas! She read it in a book!” As he was talking, his hand went to cover his softening, dribbling pene.

“I’d better not be a book she loans Ethel!” He didn’t want to see his wife without clothes on any more than he had to. He much rather see Lucy el buffo.