Nick Eastwood: The gardener got her

"God, yessss, fuck meeeee!" she wailed.

Just then the bedside phone rang. "Shit!" Howard groaned.

"Don't answer it, honey!" Lucy panted.

"Got to," he grumbled. "That's my special line. It's the studio."

Lucy knew he had to answer that phone. His talk show was his whole life. So she lay there quivering with need, writhing around the thick hard impalement of his deeply buried cock, while he exchanged a quick muttered conversation with whoever had called. Then he hung up with a big sigh.

"We've got trouble with a guest," he said. "I have to get down to the studio right away, and I may be gone a long time. I'm sorry, but it's part of my job."

"I know that, darling," Lucy moaned, "but do you have to leave right this second?"

Howard snorted with amusement.

"Hey, I didn't say I wasn't gonna finish this fuck," he laughed.

Lucy breathed a big sigh of relief and relaxed. Howard cupped her ass again and started fucking her hard. Now he did seem in a hurry, but by this time Lucy was in a hurry, too. She ached to come. She closed her eyes tight and shut out everything else.

Howard was hammering his steely prick over her clit, giving her steady hot pleasure. Each time he pushed to her womb, she felt another blast of delicious sensation. It was easy to come with that kind of encouragement. She just arched her petite body and rubbed her engorged clit even harder against his pistoning shaft.

The hot friction took her right to the brink of orgasm. Greedily she hovered there, wanting the delicious sensations to go on and on. Howard went into high gear, fucking her so hard that her body shuddered with the impact. Suddenly he gave a yelp and she felt her cunt being flooded with sizzling jism. She let herself spin into a body-wracking orgasm.

"Take my load, baby – aaaaggggghhhh!" Howard yelled.

"Ooooooh, shit, whaaahhhhhh!" Lucy wailed.

They writhed and bucked their way through a long hard mutual climax. Lucy wished they could cuddle afterwards, but Howard rolled right out of bed and headed for the shower. Soon he was back to put on his expensive three-piece suit, the kind he always wore for his show.

"I'm really sorry to have to run off like this, baby," he said, "especially when I can't even tell you when I'll be home. But I guess you knew it would be like this."

Lucy nodded sadly, then jumped out of bed to kiss him goodbye. Yes, she'd been told that her new life would be this way, with a busy workaholic husband, but she still found the reality pretty hard to take. She hadn't had nearly enough loving that morning.

Howard left, and his horny little wife sank back on the bed. There was no rush to get up. She didn't have a thing to do all day. It seemed strange not to have to rush to work. She hadn't really thought about what she was going to do when Howard was away taping his show. All she really wanted to do right now was go on fucking.

"Shit," she sighed.

There wouldn't be any fucking till Howard got home again, and that might not be for hours. Lucy glanced around the room, then started opening the drawers of the bedside tables, bored and curious. In one drawer she found a big heavy book, and she pulled it out to look at it.

"Oh, my gosh!" she gasped.

As she flipped through the pages, she saw that the book was about sex. There were dozens of big color photos of a pretty girl doing things to herself. The girl was naked, and she was playing with her pussy. From the expression on her face, you could tell she was having a lot of fun.

Lucy wondered what Howard was doing with such a naughty book in his bedside table. She looked inside the front cover and saw a message in his handwriting. It said, "Hi, Lucy, honey. I thought you might get off on this book. It'll help keep you happy when I'm away. Love, Howard."

Lucy didn't know whether to laugh or feel angry. Howard should have known she'd be shocked by such a book. But maybe he'd guessed how curious she was, too. She couldn't resist going through the whole book, page by page. She leaned back and got comfortable.

As she studied the photos and saw exactly what the girl was doing to herself, Lucy began to feel excited. She was already horny, but now her lust swelled to the boiling point. Howard must have meant for her to try some of these things in the photos, otherwise why would he have left her the book?

She turned back to the first series of pictures, propped the book up against some pillows, and proceeded to masturbate for the first time in her life. True, her mother had told her it was dirty and wicked, but her new husband seemed to think nothing was wrong with it. Anyhow, Lucy just had to find out what it was like.

Imitating the girl in the photos, she folded back the soft dark fur of her bush and completely uncovered the moist pink button of her clit. She touched the tiny nub with her fingertip and gave it a little massage. She was astonished at how sensitive that small organ was.

"Ooooooh, yeah!" she gasped.

Since she'd never played with herself before, she hadn't realized that her clit was the most sensitive organ of her body. She was discovering that very fast. Even her most feathery touch there felt wonderful. She rubbed her slick throbbing clit faster and squealed with pleasure.

"Unnnnhhhh, wow, eeeeee!" she cried.

She began sliding her whole index finger stiffly up and down over her clit, and that was when she realized that she could get off that way. She just knew she could come if she kept rubbing her clit, and it was going to be easy. Leaning back against her stack of pillows, she closed her eyes and masturbated like crazy.

She was in control of the action, and she was greedy. She worked her cream-drenched finger with lightning speed over her throbbing clit and felt the pleasure building to the point of explosion. She learned how to hold herself right at the brink of climax, greedily sucking up the delicious sensations.

Then the phone rang.

"Oh, hell!" Lucy moaned.

But Howard had taught her that that phone had to be answered, no matter what time of day or night, no matter what was going on. It was his emergency phone. Still rubbing her engorged and tingling clit, almost whimpering with frustration, Lucy picked up the receiver.

"Hi, sweetheart," Howard said. "Find the book?"

"How'd you know?" Lucy gasped.

"I had a hunch you'd look around," he chuckled. "Are you playing with yourself right now?"

"Howard!" Lucy exclaimed, blushing.

"Hey, I'm your husband. You can tell me," he said. "Come on, honey, it turns me on. Tell me what you're doing right now."

Lucy liked getting him hot, so she said, "I'm sitting in bed naked, looking at that book, and I'm rubbing my clit. Oooooh, it feels so good! I think I could come any second now."

There was heavy breathing on the other end, and finally Howard said, "Dammit all to hell, they're calling me back to work. I'll be thinking about you, honey. You just enjoy that book and think about me."

"Oh, I will, darling!" Lucy sighed. "I just wish you were here right now!"

But Howard had already hung up. Lucy replaced the receiver and sighed. More than anything in the world she wanted to feel her husband's huge hard cock in her insatiable little cunt, but if she couldn't have that, she could have the next best thing.

It really had been thoughtful of Howard to leave her that book. She studied it again as she went back to rubbing her clit. She flipped a page and saw the girl using a slightly different technique. Imitating her, Lucy grasped her slick hot clit between her thumb and forefinger and kneaded it.

"Ooooooh, shit, oooooh!" she squealed, feeling stronger pleasure than ever.

She rolled her tingling clit between her fingers and felt herself hurtling towards climax. It only took her a few seconds to get there. One final squeeze and she was shooting into orbit, her petite body rocked by violent spasms of hot pleasure.