Fred Isn't the Only One Who Comes

The apartment door opened again as Lucy’s best friend and landlady, and the last of the Vaudevillians, Ethel Mertz, came in. “Fred, you’ve been bothering our friends long enough!” Or had he? She saw Ricky, leaning on the back of the chair her white-haired and bald husband was sitting in. What Fred was doing, she couldn’t see, yet. But he was doing something entertaining.

Ethel looked around for Lucy. Where was she?

She found her naked and sucking off Fat Fred!! “Lucille Esmeralda!”

“Ethel?!” Ricky’s cried, snapping his head around and seeing her!

“Ethel!?!” Fred cried at getting caught!

“Mthnl!” Lucy cried with her mouth fully stuffed with her best friend’s husband’s cock!

And the cock erupted, injecting its slime directly down her throat! Ethel seeing her like this had startled Lucy, taking her breath away. Distracted, the onslaught caught her by surprise and overwhelmed her: She screamed!

Fred’s sperm came up and through her nose, and escaped her lips! The evidence of the infidelity splattered on her clean carpet! She cried and was sure more was coming out from her tear ducts.

“Lucy! How could you! And with Fat Fred, of all people!”

“Now, Ethel,” Ricky tried to calm her. “It was Lucy’s fault for bein’ naked and wantin’ to be playin’ games! And all because of a book she read.” He looked down at his wife. “What is it called?”

“How to Save Your Marriage!” said the miserable looking wife whined from the floor.

“Ha! Why would I want to save _my _marriage!”