Early the next morning, I was awakened by the smell of coffee.  I felt the bed, but Lucia was not there.  When I looked up, I saw Lucia bringing two mugs of coffee to the bed.  She was still naked from our wedding night.

“Good morning, my love.  I brought our morning coffee, if you’re ready.”

“Lucia! Tis only half past four.  You have another two or two and a half hours to sleep.”  She caught me totally off guard.

“I know, but I wanted to have coffee with you and fix you a good breakfast. You’re a hard-working man, and you must have a nourishing breakfast.”

Lucia handed the mugs to me.  I watched her beautiful body get back into our bed.  Me thinks she bounced her boobies a bit more than necessary.  I didn’t complain.  Once she was settled in, she straightened the covers and tucked them neatly under her boobies.

 We clinked our mugs together and had our first sip of courage for the day.  I couldn’t help but look at her.  She had fixed her hair and makeup.  The makeup she doesn’t need, but she likes it.  And, I made sure to enjoy the view of her first tits.

“Paddy?  Can I ask you a serious question?”  Her voice broke my fantasy.

“Aye, pet.  I’ll give you the best that I know.”  I took another sip.

“Paddy, I have heard there are leprechauns in Ireland.  Is that true?”  She was serious, so I told her the truth.

“Aye, lass, that’s what our folklore tells us.  Mischievous little devils they are.  They’ll do anything to keep their pot o’ gold hidden.  Some say that those who have come close to finding the gold were never seen again.”  I sipped me coffee as Lucia thought about what I told her.

“So, then, is it true that the Irish call them the “wee ones” as well?”  Her voice was still serious.

“Aye, pet.” I sipped me coffee as Lucia pondered the conversation. 

Then, she picked up the covers, looked at me sleeping cock.  After a good look, she put the covers back and sipped her coffee.

“Paddy, I am convinced there are no leprechauns in our home.”  She sat there with a shy expression.

“Lucia Sophia, tis a bit of blarney in ya and the wee ones would be proud of ya.”  We laughed and kissed.

“Paddy, I know you are open on Saturday mornings.  I would like to go to the shops and get our groceries in.  When you took me for your wife, I willingly accepted all the responsibilities that come with it.  So, it’s up to me to fix good, hearty meals for my husband.  Can I do that?”

“Sure, but remember, Judge said, a woman is her man’s helpmate.  To me, that says we do the house chores together, even shopping.  So, I could go with you when I close the shop.”

Lucia and I had another sip of coffee.  She sat there and didn’t say anything.  She looked from behind her mug with a sly grin.  Then she threw the covers from her and smiled.

“If I shop Saturday morning, you can relax Saturday afternoon.”  Her voice was as sultry as a Siren's song.

“Lass, ya drive a hard bargain.”  She smiled and gave me her mug.

Lucia bent down and wrapped her fingers around me cock, licked the head, and then kissed.  After all of that, she pulled the covers up again.

“Think about that for a Saturday afternoon, Patrick.” 

“Woman, you’re about to start something.”

“Yes, and I should have started sooner, but I have to start your breakfast.  It’s after five, and you need to open at six.  That wasn’t a tease, that was a promise.”  She got out of bed, wiggled her butt, then went into the kitchen.  The Lord has blessed me.

I went into the bathroom and gave me face a good hot shave.  I went back into the bedroom and put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.  The way the weather is going, I’ll be wearing shorts under me all-in-ones very soon.

The morning was moving along quickly.  Before I knew it, Lucia was coming down to go to work; she was looking beautiful.  I stopped to walk her to her car and helped her in. She sat down, then winked at me.  She was showing off her soft thighs for me.

“Something to remember me by.  I love you, Paddy.  Be careful, have a good day.”  She smiled.

“I will.  I hope your day goes well.  Remember, I love ya, pet.”  I closed her door; she backed up, and down the street she went.

I’ve been lucky.  I’ve been able to keep Otto’s customers.  Of course, having him stop in now and then is a plus.  I have to laugh to meself, when Widda Sappington comes in.  Otto hurries out to her car.

He leans on her car, talking to her.  Sometimes, I can hear the Widda laughing, and Otto looking into the car.  I have had another customer come in while Otto was flirting. 

As far as I could tell, just walking by, Widda Sappington’s dress was a bit low-cut.  I’m sure she and Otto enjoyed the “view”. 

I thought to meself, that the Widda was hoping Otto would propose or at least stop by of an evening.  Love is wonderful, so is playing a little patty-fingers now and then.

Back in the bay, I was doing an oil change.  I thought about what Otto said to make sure I change Lucia’s oil frequently.  I love the old guy.  In some ways, he reminds me of me Dad.

Before I realized it, Lucia was pulling under the carport I had installed for her.  When she got out, she walked over to me, almost skipping, with her warm smile.  She came up to me and kissed me.

“Careful, lass.  I’m covered in grease and oil.”

“Yes, the signs of my hard-working husband.  How was the day?”

“Good.  I’ve had a lot of customers and a new couple that has just moved into the neighborhood.  One of the neighbors referred us.  That’s advertising you cannot afford.”

“That’s true.  Do you want a snack?  I’m certain you didn’t have lunch.”

I stood there getting red in the face.  “Well, Paddy?  Did you have lunch?”

“I luv ya, pet.”

“I’ll bring you down a sandwich to hold you until dinner.  You'd better start behaving, Mr. O’Flynn.”  She stood there with her hands on her hips.  A good sign that I’m in trouble.

“Yes, sweetheart.”  She kissed me then, headed upstairs.

It wasn’t fifteen minutes later that Lucia brought a sandwich and a cola.  She stared at me until I started to walk into the office.  I sat down, and so did she.  We talked while I ate me sandwich.

Six o’clock finally arrived.  I was ready to shut down the pumps and turn off the lights.  I dragged me arse up the stairs, dying for a hot shower and a cold, frosty beer.  When I walked into the apartment, Lucia met me. She handed me a clean towel and a beer.

I took them and started to kiss her.  Lucia was wearing a tube top, tight little shorts, and an apron.  I stopped and just looked at her.

“Lucia, you look good enough to eat.”  I kissed her, and then she blushed.

“That’s dessert; now off you go.  Get a good, relaxing shower, and shave.  After that, we can relax on the couch, and we’ll eat when you're ready.”   The aroma that permeated the apartment told me this was not me typical microwave dinner. 

After the shower and shave, I was starving.  Lucia smiled; her eyes glistened as she pulled out the plates and cups.  She had me sit down.

Lucia poured me coffee, then went to the stove.  She piled the roast pork and dressing on me plate.  She had to shove the dressing a bit to get the green beans on the plate.

She placed the food in front of me.  I knew there had to be a plate under there, somewhere.  I sat there, waiting for her to sit down with me.  She had a plate not as full as mine.

“I hope it’s to your liking.  I haven’t asked how you like your dinners.”

“Lass, only a damn fool wouldn’t love your cooking.”  I dove into the meal.  I was wishing I had two forks.”

Lucia smiled as she watched me devour her magnificent meal.  She ate hers, but when I was about ready to lick the plate, she got up from the table.

“More, baby?”  She was reaching for me plate.

“Honey, I can hardly move now.  If they holler fire, I’m dead.  That was absolutely magnificent.  You are a wonderful chef.”

“Oh, Paddy, I’m not a chef.”

“Ya are as far as I’m concerned.”  I got up, walked around the table, and gave her a big hug and kiss.

“That made everything so worthwhile, Paddy.  Thank you.  Now, go rest while I tend to the kitchen.” 

I went to pick up me plate and take it to the sink.  That didn’t go well.

“Mr. O’Flynn, this is my part of the O’Flynn home.  The rest is your kingdom.  Now, out with ya.”  Lucia took me shoulders and pointed me to the couch.  But instead, I went to me little desk and opened me business folder.

Lucia came over to me, and put her hand on me shoulder.

“Can I ask what you are doing?”

“Yes, pet.  I’m preparing the filings for our government so they can inform me of the additional funds they require.  I have to go through this shite every quarter.  It gives me a headache.”  I exhaled in frustration.

Lucia kissed the top of me head and went back to the kitchen.  I went back to the taxes.  Damn gobshites.

After a while, Lucia came back to me.  She started to massage me neck and shoulders.

“Paddy.  You need an account that will do all of that for you.  It’s easy to see that it frustrates you.”

“Aye, but I can’t afford an accountant.”

“I’m an accountant, and I’m applying for the job.”  Lucia pushed her way onto me lap and sat down.  She was naked.

“Now, I have been in accounting since high school.  I have my certificate and a say in this home, true?”

“That you have.”  I was staring at her tits, and with her sitting on me lap, I was getting very interested.

“But it will get old, working with numbers all day long, and then coming home and doing more numbers.  Not to mention, you won’t let me help with anything.”

“But, Paddy, you sure help clean your plate at the table.”  She smiled and jiggled her tits.

“Now, come with me and let me finish my application for your assistant.”

She took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom.  She removed me T-shirt and shorts.  I was waiting for her to lie on the bed, but instead she pointed to me to lie on the bed. 

I lay on the bed as she said.  Lucia crawled onto the bed, her boobies swaying with her movements, and her hot, little arse moving back and forth, daring me to move. 

She lay next to me, her soft body lying across me chest.  She held me cock in her small fingers and kissed the tip.  She gently stroked me cock as she squeezed me balls with her other hand.  Whatever she had in her mind, she was not in a hurry to make me beg for her.

“My, you seem to grow as I pet and kiss him.  I like that.  I wonder how he tastes.”  She pressed her lips against me cock, then pushed me cock into her mouth.  Once she had swallowed me, her tongue massaged my throbbing cock.

“Mmmm, I love how he tastes and how he feels while I’m kissing him.  Now, let’s see how he feels when he’s loving me.”

Lucia moved from lying across me body.  She straddled me, and wrapped her fingers around me cock again.  She slid the head between her wet, warm pussy lips.  Damn, it felt so good.  Then, she slowly made it disappear into her warm pussy.  I lay there, my eyes glued to the black triangle that devoured me cock.

“Lucia, luv, God that feels wonderful.”  I lay there watching her tits bounce up and down as she rode me cock.

“I want my husband to be satisfied as he satisfies me.  I want you to have everything you have ever dreamed of, Patrick.  And, God, it feels so good when you’re deep inside my body.”

Lucia’s face was turning red, and she was breathing heavier.  She bent down so I could suck her tits. When my lips touched her tit, she inhaled, then exhaled slowly.

“Paddy, your lips feel so hot on me.  The sensations seemed to go right between my legs like little electric shocks and – oh, Paddy I’m – oh, baby, yes,” Lucia’s girl cum flowed around me cock and onto me balls.

Lucia’s body was damp, and her breathing was now panting as her orgasm rushed through her body. I sucked her tit as she rode my cock, almost like her life depended on it.  She moaned and whimpered every time she pushed me cock into her cum soaked pussy.

I wrapped her in me arms, and rolled her onto her back.  Lucia looked into me eyes.  She was panting, her eyes filled with desire, and her pussy holding me cock.

I began to pump her with long, slow strokes.  Lucia whimpered and whispered, “More, baby, please, I want more,” so I pumped her a little harder.  She moaned when she felt my cum cover the inside of her pussy.

“Oh, God yes,” Lucia moaned and grabbed me hips.  Every time I pushed me cock into her, she pulled on me hips wanting more.  My cock was filling her tender pussy with each stroke.  Lucia wrapped her arms and legs around me.

“Oh God, Paddy!  I’m – I’m, damn I want it, now, I’m cumming, cumming hard.  Paddy, love me baby love me!”  Lucia yelled as her pussy squirted my with streams of her girl cum.

Lucia had given me every drop of love that she had.  She lay under me, her arms and legs lie on the bed, barely moving.  I kissed her moist lips, she opened her eyes, moaned, then closed them again.

After we had exhausted our bodies, I rolled to the side of Lucia.  She turned to me, and cuddled as close as she could.  Her arms were folded in front of her, and her legs were lying straight on the bed.

I caressed her and pulled the covers over us.  She looked up at me, we kissed, then she cuddled in me arms. 

“Paddy?”

“Yes, luv?”

“Do I get the job?”  Lucia looked at me for a brief moment, then burst into laughter.

To be continued