Will Ricky Come?

She maintained this pose for a quarter of an hour going on half an hour. What was keeping Ricky? He was late! Was he having a quickie with a hatcheck girl? A fling with one of his chorus girls? A rendezvous with a Broadway starlet? The more time went by, the more her imagination was heading towards her husband having the affair that would finally result in their divorce!

When she heard the key in the apartment door, she was almost ready to accuse him of just that! Almost. One look at his bulgy-eyed, shocked, handsome face reminded her how much she would miss him! Besides, she was feeling too naked to fight.

“Lucy! What do you thing you are don’?! No! I know you are not thinkin’! Put clothes on! What if the neighbors-” It was then Ricky remembered the apartment door was open! He slammed it shut!

“Here, my strong, handsome, wonderful husband!” she hurried through the first line of her speech, pushing the cocktail glass at him. Some of the martini sloshed onto his suit. Without realizing it, he took the glass. Leaning forward, she kissed him, the glass between him and her breasts.

“It’s nearly 3 in the mornin’!” he said against her heavily lipsticked lips.

That off her checklist, she moved on. “Poor Dear, you must have had a hard day at work…”

“That is right! I want my bed. And sleep!” But even as he was talking, she was pulling towards his favorite chair.

“Sit down, Dear!” She almost pushed him into the upholstered armchair. More of the martini got on him. She knew they were headed for a fight; she just had to continue! The steps in the book were supposed to relax the husband. Ricky being too tired to struggle was, for the moment, on her side. She picked up one of the loose cigarettes and shoved it in his mouth. “Here’s your favorite brand, Philip Morris! Let me light it for you!”

Accident-prone Lucy was in such a rush, Ricky thought she might singe the tip of his nose.

His totally nude wife then kneeled at his feet. “What are you doin’, now?!”

“Why, I’m taking off your shoes, of course,” she said, doing just that. “And putting on your slippers. Just like a good wife should!”

“I don’ need slippers. I am goin’ to bed! You, too!”

“We don’t have to go to bed! We’re always going to bed! -And we had twin beds!” There! Sex had come up! And she had come to the part of How to Save Your Marriage! she was most uncertain about: Oral sex! She came from Jamestown, Pennsylvania; she was a white bread girl from a white bread town. The first and most exotic thing she had done was marry her Cuban Ricky. Despite all their years together, she was still basically gringo in her outlook.

“But the book said I should do it,” she told herself.

“Aha! You been readin’ another of those-” Ricky’s eyes went up as his pants zipper began to go down. As his wife’s hand was doing this, it was laying on top of his testículos. It then helped the hand that had unbuckled his belt to pull his pene out from his boxers. She seemed determined to give him a paja, a handjob.

Lucy had done that before; she hadn’t given oral sex before. But she had been reading about it; it was making the magazines she read. It was a current rage, which meant any young, beautiful women on the make for her Ricky would use it! She had to prove she was as good at it as they were!

Lifting Ricky’s dick, she placed her lips around it, trying not to smudge her lipstick too much. It was still semi-soft enough to be moved about as she licked it. But she was winning the battle; it was stiffening quickly, filling her mouth. She could taste his precum. It, uh, really wasn’t that bad, she decided. How would his sperm taste? No, the taste didn’t matter, she vowed! So, decided, she put extra determination and **** into pushing her tightened lips down and back along her husband’s manly length. Was there something about “sucking”? Where had she read that?