I didn't bother going home after dropping my wife off at the airport. When I asked Lucy if I could come over she didn't hesitate in telling me yes, so I decided to go to her place.

When Susan mentioned seeing the lube I could have punched myself in the face. I put it back in my nightstand without thinking. Susan must have gone through my things looking for evidence that I was fooling around out here. The bottle of lube was damning, to be sure, but it didn't prove anything.

I had to have an honest talk with Lucy. I needed to know what she was doing at that restaurant, for starters, and I had to find out if she was interested in something more than what we are currently doing right now.

When I arrived at Lucy's place she was at the door waiting for me. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She looked good in them. She also looked worried. "Frank, if this is about Friday night, please let me explain."

"Lucy," I said, more calm than I expected to be. "Yes, I need you to explain why you were at that restaurant Friday night. Once you've done that, I need to explain some things to you."

We sat down in her kitchen. Lucy had coffee ready and poured two cups for us. "Frank, I was mortified when you walked past me at that restaurant. I had no idea that you would be there. I went there because I felt like indulging myself. I got all dressed up as if we were going out and just wanted to celebrate alone."

"Celebrate?" I asked. "What on earth were you celebrating?"

Lucy was blushing again. I must admit, the redness in her face looked good on her. "I was celebrating the fact that things are finally going well for me. Frank, I haven't had a very good history when it comes to men. I seem to fall in with guys who are out for one thing only and then want nothing to do with me after they get it. I'm not going to lie to you, Frank. There have been a lot of men over the years, but not one of them has made me feel the way you do."

"I'm flattered, Lucy. And I understand the mix-up at the restaurant. There was something else I was going to ask you today, but I think you've already answered it for me. I do need to tell you that, since my wife's visit, things are changing for me. Susan found the bottle of lube that we used Thursday night. My marriage is in serious trouble."

"Frank, does this have to do with what we've been doing? I started up with you because I was looking for a good time, not to be a home wrecker." Her eyes were welling up with tears now, and it looked as if she was preparing herself for more bad news. "I know you told me you were married and maybe I should have stopped things right then, but I was hoping that things would be different this time. You looked like such a nice guy and, while I may have started out seducing you, it went the other way. I couldn't get enough of you." The dam burst with her confession and she broke down in tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

I took her in my arms and tried to console her. "Lucy, don't cry. We're both adults and we went into this thing with our eyes open." I stroked her hair and held her close to me as she cried. "If it helps, you had the same effect on me. I loved the sex, but found myself enjoying the woman that you are."

Lucy stopped crying long enough to look at me. "Do you mean that you aren't breaking up with me?"

"No, Lucy. If anything, I want to spend more time with you and see where this leads. I'm tired of settling for things as they are in my life."

A glimpse of a smile crossed Lucy's lips. "That's perfectly fine by me, Frank. I have to warn you though. We're in uncharted territory. No one has ever said that to me before."

"Well, it looks like all those other guys weren't very smart. Maybe I see something they didn't. No matter what, I'd like to think that none of them were what you need. Maybe I'm not what you need, but I'd sure like to find out."

Now Lucy was beaming again. "Can you stay for a while? I might have something you need."

"As much as I'd like to stay, I need to go to my place and take care of some things. I'll take a rain check on that, if it's okay with you."

"Of course it is. You just give me a call if you want to get together later."

I kissed Lucy, and she was still trembling. I held her long enough for her shaking to go away. I needed to do something, and real soon, to show her that I was interested. Sex with Lucy was always going to be fantastic, but I wanted to prove to her that it isn't all about the sex with me. Once she had calmed down, I said goodbye and left for home.

Once I got home, a sense of depression filled my heart. I really didn't think that Susan was going to come out and live with me here. The way I saw it, if we divorced she would get half of everything and I would be in a bad place financially. Not as bad as if I had stayed in North Carolina, though, because I was earning far more than I did at my old job. I could still live a decent life here as a divorced man. Besides, I would be free to see Lucy or anyone else I wanted to be with.

On the other hand, if Susan didn't file for divorce, I would have to pay for my place here and all of my living expenses, plus pay for the house in North Carolina and expenses there. It would be pretty much a wash either way. I decided that I would give her some time to make her move. Six months would be long enough. If she stood pat for six more months, then I would have to consider divorce proceedings against her. At least there wouldn't be any child support to worry about.

As the day went on, I grew restless. I needed to see Lucy tonight. I found that I grew to like having a woman to make love to. And with Lucy, it would be someone who wanted to be with me as well. I decided to give her a call. When she answered the phone, I got right to the point.

"Lucy, I need to be with you tonight. Are you free?"

"Of course I'm free, Frank. I'm always free to see you. What do you have in mind, besides fucking me?"

God, I found myself getting hard when she said that. "Well, I had pizza and beer in mind, but I need someone to tell me where a good pizzeria is. Oh, I also need someone to share it with me. Would you like to come over here, or shall I stop by your place?"

Lucy was giggling at my plight. "Why don't you come over here? I'll dig up a few carryout menus and we can decide what we want, but you have to bring some beer. I'm almost out."

"Just give me a few minutes, honey," I said. I'll pick up the beer and be there before you know it."

This evening was looking up already.

I stopped at a convenience store on the way to Lucy's and stocked up. I had to call her on the cell to find out what she liked. To my surprise, we shared the same taste in beer. That was fortunate but, to be honest, I couldn't remember what she was drinking when I met her or anything since then. That was something I needed to do to show her that it wasn't all about the sex. I needed to pay attention to her while we were together and mentally take note of the things she likes and dislikes. I think a woman always appreciates it when her man is listening.

I got to Lucy's house a few minutes later. She was wearing a silk robe when she answered the door.

"Uh, Lucy," I said to her. "That doesn't exactly look like the ideal pizza eating outfit. You'd better be careful you don't spill any pizza sauce on that thing."

"Well, then I'll just have to take it off when we eat, won't I?" She gave me that seductive look again and I found myself getting aroused. "Then you'll have to lick the sauce off if I spill it."

We sat together, poring over the menus Lucy spread out on the table, drinking beer and laughing. It had been so long since I had this much genuine fun with a woman. The light humor had long since gone out of my marriage. Being there with Lucy made me feel good again. At that moment just holding her in my arms felt like I was in heaven. That's when I knew that we had a future. I would have to make sure that I told Lucy about this. I was determined to show her that I appreciated her, and not her body.

We ordered a pizza and had it delivered. When it arrived, Lucy went to the door to get it and pay the delivery boy. Her robe was partially open, but not enough to show everything, just enough to let him know that she had quite a set of tits on her. When she brought the pizza to the kitchen she was blushing and had a strange look on her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked, suddenly concerned at what happened with the delivery boy. "You look like you are a little upset. Are you okay?"

"Oh, I'll be fine," she replied. From the tone of her voice, it was obvious that something happened with the delivery boy. "I've never had that happen quite so blatantly. The delivery boy was a girl, a very attractive girl. The whole time at the door she stared at my tits. I had to practically hold her hand to give her the money, she was so fixated on them."

"Well, you do have an impressive set of boobs," I told her. "I'm sure that you have had plenty of men and women check them out when they see you for the first time."

Lucy sat at the kitchen table while I got us some plates and napkins. She was almost in a daze. "Of course I'm used to men staring at them," she said. "I'm just not sure that a woman has ever given me the once-over like that before."

"Did it upset you that a woman found you attractive?"

"No, but it was odd how she looked at them with such lust, like she wanted to take off my robe and kiss them."

"Lucy, have you ever been with a woman before?"

"No, never."

"Have you ever wanted to be with a woman, to see what it would be like?"

"I suppose I have, but it's not like it's high on my list of priorities. This one was different, though. The way she looked at me made me wet. That's never happened before."

"Well, perhaps we'll have to see what we can do about that," I said.

"Frank, right now you're the only person I want to be with. You get me plenty wet on your own. Let's eat this pizza before it gets cold."

As we sat and ate pizza Lucy returned to normal. We joked about the delivery girl, but it was clear to me that Lucy might be interested in women, just not willing to act on her desires.

And, just as I expected. A big glob of sauce and cheese fell off her slice just as she brought it up to her mouth. It missed her robe, but landed right at the top of her cleavage.

She looked at me with a "what do I do now" look on her face, smiling as she looked helplessly at me.

"Don't move," I told her. "The last thing we need is for this to get on your robe. I'm going to open your robe and then see what I can do to remove it."

I slowly and carefully opened Lucy's robe and pulled it back off her shoulders. Once the robe was out of the way I leaned toward her and sucked the sauce and cheese off her breasts. As I chewed it, my mouth drifted to her nipples and I sucked each one tenderly. Lucy threw her head back and moaned. Thinking of something naughty, I took a nice helping of sauce from the remaining pizza in the box and painted her lips with it. Then I kissed her, licking the sauce from her lips as I did so. Lucy opened her mouth and tasted the sauce as our tongues met. Her arms went around my neck to hold me close to her.

She allowed the robe to open fully as she stood up after the kiss. She wiggled a crooked finger at me, beckoning me to follow her into the living room. Lucy had a very large sectional sofa in her living room and she reclined in the corner section and spread her legs. Her arms were open and welcoming me to join her. I quickly removed my clothes and knelt before her.

As I moved my face closer to the triangle between her thighs I looked up. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing hard. her tongue had escaped her mouth and was licking across her lips in anticipation of feeling my mouth and tongue on her pussy. I placed my hands on her thick upper thighs and held them apart. I reached out and kissed the folds of her cunt and felt the moisture come. As I kissed her most delicate areas, the moisture increased, quickly getting to the point where my lips and cheeks were glistening with her fluids. I didn't need to look up at her. She was panting now, her breathing very ragged as the pleasure came to her.

Using my mouth and tongue, I spread the folds of her pussy and worked my way inside her, my tongue probing her velvety inner region. She was wet, sweet and wet. My hands slid to her cunt now, forcing it to open even wider so that I could get my whole mouth inside it to taste her sweetness. My tongue found her clit and rolled it back and forth, making her squirm and thrust her hips up at me. Her hands found the back of my head, pulling me even deeper inside her as I ate her dripping wet cunt.

"You know I love that, don't you baby?" she moaned. "Yes, Frank, lick me all up and make me cum for you, baby. Oh, yes, honey, you love my cunt, don't you? I'm going to cum all over your face, my darling. Just like that, yes, yes, yes. Oh, baby, make me cum, oh, oh, oh!"

She was so turned on by my eating her. This time, when she came, she squirted heavily onto my face, her cunt pulsing with her orgasm. Her hands gripped my head tightly and then dug into the back of my neck and between my shoulders, her nails tracing a pattern into my skin. Her legs tensed and then she came again, this time with even more of her juices releasing from he pussy and flowing across my face. Finally her thighs clenched around my head and she tried to smother me with her sex. Her panting had become quite loud as she tried in vain to catch her breath. Then suddenly, it subsided, as her body was wracked with the pleasure of multiple orgasms. Afterward, her fingers kept running through my hair as she lightly moaned and recovered.

I was excited and hard as I went down on her and I had a strong desire for her to do the same for me. I rose to me feet and held my cock out for her. She didn't need me to tell her what to do next. Lucy got up and pushed me onto the sofa as she knelt before me, just like I had done for her. When she touched my cock I nearly came right then, but somehow I was able to control myself.

She stoked me, gently at first and then with greater force. I found myself getting even harder as she gripped my cock tightly and stroked me up and down. Then she stopped doing that and kissed the head of my dick, her tongue licking in circles around the head. Her eyes locked onto mine and she watched me the whole time she kissed my cock. She was happy. I knew because her eyes told me.

After a few minutes of this excruciating bliss she took me into her mouth and immediately began sucking me hard. She was so good at sucking cock, so good that I was rapidly approaching orgasm. She was sucking me hard, yet her tongue kept a steady pressure around and underneath the head of my prick.

Suddenly, and to my surprise, her hand found my ass and she pushed a finger up inside me. She swirled it around inside my ass and began fucking me with it, all the while giving me the most incredible blowjob I've ever had. It was too much for me to control.

"Here it comes, Lucy!" I shouted. "I'm going to cum!"

Lucy opened her mouth slightly so that I could see my thick streams of cum squirt into her mouth. It hit her hard and some of it ran outside her lips, but she was able to suck it back into her mouth. She closed her mouth as I continued to cum and I could see her throat muscles straining as she began to swallow my seed. The whole time I was shooting my load into her mouth she kept fucking my ass with not one, but two fingers. I nearly fainted from the convulsions as my dick twitched and spasmed. She caught it all and took it deep inside her throat. After I had given her all I could, she licked and kissed my cock until there were no traces of my cum anywhere.

Once she was satisfied that my cock was clean, Lucy got up, put her robe on and sat next to me on the sofa as we snuggled together. I had to ask her about something, though. "Lucy, did that delivery girl really have such an effect on you?" I asked. "Was that real, or were you just testing me for my response?"

"No, It was real," she said. "I've had women check out my tits before but it was just a comparison kind of glance, just to see what other women have. This one was different. She also looked me up and down from my head to my toes. She had a, I don't know, lust-filled look on her face while she looked me over. Kinda like she wanted me or something."

"Did you like it?"

"To be honest, it shocked me at first. I've never had a woman look at me like that before, but now that I think about it, I have to admit that I liked it."

"You never know, Lucy," I said. "She knows where you live now. Maybe she'll stop by sometime and see if you are interested in the special."

Lucy looked confused. "The special? What's that?"

I couldn't help but laugh at her for not seeing that I was teasing her. "Let's just say it won't have anything to do with pizza. Maybe she wants to get together with you."

"For sex? Really? I don't know, Frank."

"Lucy, have you ever wondered what it would be like with another woman? This might be your chance to find out."

"Frank, I could never just hook up with some woman. I've fantasized about it, but I couldn't go out on my own and do it with anyone, much less a woman. I'm with you, remember?" She had a pensive look on her face, then continued. "But I could do it if you were there, Frank."

I was stunned to hear that. "Do you mean you'd like to try it with another woman and me, a threesome?"

Lucy got close and whispered in my ear. "Yeah, I think so. You, me and another woman would be kinda nice. You'd be with me every step of the way. I know you would like that, wouldn't you?"

"Lucy, I would love to help you with another woman, but I don't want it to cause problems with us."

"Don't worry, Frank. I'm not going to let you run off with another woman. You're mine, and I won't let you go. But it's just talk. How would we ever find that girl again?"

"Well, we could call the pizzeria," I said. We could make up some story about how we didn't tip her enough and we would like to speak with her. Then you could talk to her and see if she's interested."

"Why Frank!" she cried, poking me in the ribs. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you want this more than I do!"

"Lucy, I'll do anything to get you what you want. I wouldn't have to take part, if you're worried about that."

"Okay then, you call and speak to the manager."

I called the pizzeria, using Lucy's phone so they could use the Caller ID and be sure that it was the same number that placed the original order. I spoke to the manager and explained that we didn't tip the delivery person enough and we wanted to make it up to her. Unfortunately, she had already ended her shift, but he would call her and see if she wants to get in touch with us about it. I thanked him for his cooperation and hung up.

I explained things to Lucy and she seemed a little depressed that it didn't work the way we wanted. It was getting late, and I had to get up early for work. I prepared to leave and Lucy walked me to the door. "Thank you for a wonderful evening, lover," she said. "I had a really good time tonight."

I kissed her lightly on the lips. "Honey, the pleasure was all mine. I want to see more of you, Lucy. Is that okay with you?"

"Frank, you can see me anytime you like." She kissed me hard on the lips, her tongue dancing against mine. "Sweet dreams, my darling."

As I opened the door Lucy's cell phone began to ring. She had a quizzical look on her face as if she couldn't believe that someone would call her this late in the evening. She turned to get her phone. Her face lit up as she listened to the caller. "Yes, yes, that would be fine. I want to make it up to you in any way that I can. I'll see you then."

She was grinning broadly as she bounced along to the door where I stood. "That was Megan, the pizza delivery girl. She is off tomorrow night and wondered if she could stop by around 8pm. I told her it would be fine. Can you be here? Please?"

I laughed a little chuckle. "Of course I'll be here. I wouldn't miss this for the world." I gave Lucy one final kiss and was on my way.

I couldn't believe it, I thought to myself. Two months ago I couldn't get laid to save my life. Now I not only had someone to be with, she was willing to try out her fantasy of being with another woman with me at her side. To hell with Susan, I thought. Right now I didn't care what she had planned for me. I was going to see where this relationship with Lucy would go. If it meant I had to divorce Susan myself, then I would do it.

Jesus, I couldn't wait for tomorrow night to get here.