LUCY, MY HUSBAND'S SECRETARYMy husband's secretary would help me follow him and pass by information about his adventures

LUCY, MY HUSBAND'S SECRETARYMy husband's secretary would help me follow him and pass by information about his adventures, but at a price that I did not imagine... Even though Stan, my husband, hasn't told me anything yet, I already know that Next week he will travel to New York again, supposedly on a business trip. And now who will he go with? It won't be with Marla, Tony's English teacher, our six year old son. Marla already accompanied him to Miami, and he won't want to go back repeat the experience of having to deal with the hotel receptionist luxury, like he had to do last time, because Stan told him he had to see her with another woman to get excited. Poor Marla, naive, agreed, without knowing that my husband is evil and quite twisted. Although I don't really care much about who he's with anymore. Since Stan is unfaithful, I do like to know what pussy the grate will smear that will later will enter me. Besides, I can't allow the fool to fall in love with someone. of their occasional lovers, because we cannot afford to make a liquidation of assets with this tangle of companies that unite our families. I return, then, to think of the most effective possibility: Lucy, his Secretary, how do I get information passed to me? Lucy is, as is obligatory in every secretary of my husband, a beauty of a woman. I clarify from now on that, however incredible it may be, it has not been sleeping with Stan, because I know that the only women Stan doesn't sleep with They are his secretaries, although he does so with those of all his vice presidents and department directors. The reason is that Stan doesn't want trouble with women. that, together with me, we know all his steps. The problem is that Lucy, the enigmatic Lucy, she is very distant from me, despite knowing that I am the owner 30% of everything that surrounds it. However, I will try to talk to her. friendly. Tomorrow I'll go see her. Ronnie, my new driver, takes me to our headquarters. holding company. Ronnie is new, also black like Steve, the previous driver whom I had to say goodbye after having incurred with him (I know I should forget the matter) in a... let's say... ehhh, in a slip: Steve was a young black man, quite attractive, and because of those things of fate, that one was very soft on me. day when I left a party with some friends of mine a little drunk, in which, as usual, we had talked about sex all the time and we We had kissed a little, like we rich and beautiful wives do who don't We have many occupations. In the car, and with my head sparkling from the liquor, I made a clear advance on Steve, whom I had long had I want to caress his tail. My friends always told me about the lock that the blacks had, and they made fun of me for being the only one of them who had not yet had tried one (in fact, that bitch Kathy was now involved with a black guy who worked as a construction worker, and was totally maddened by him). So that night I wanted to seduce my driver, and he The whole thing is that we ended up making love in a roadside motel (me, the Stan Luckmann's wife, fucking like someone possessed with a black man in a motel road!!!). The real truth is that Steve was wonderful, and in Actually, I had not realized that he was so crazy with desire for me. I I myself had to ask him to stop when we had been going for a longer than normal time. in our outlets. Poor Steve, his eyes danced when he saw me in his eyes. following days. Our personal lawyer was in charge of compensating him, and paying him his silence, something in which my lawyer is already the greatest expert in this city... Upon arriving at the holding building, one of the guards told me He looks with a malice that does not go unnoticed by me. This man seems to me Known, where have I seen it? That look almost of confidence and a certain mockery It left me uneasy, so much so that in the elevator I barely responded to the reverential greetings from the employees, "Good morning, Mrs. Luckmann, you look wonderful." Almost when I entered the infinite anteroom of my husband, a mental flash clears up my doubt, but it sows even more concern: of course, I didn't recognize him in uniform: that guard is the man who I had to masturbate at a company party to ensure his silence when he saw me with young Perry, the saxophonist of the musical group that entertained the agape, making love in one of the booths. I already fall: the bandit had a pretty big cock, and it didn't take much for me to unload his desire on him. Then I wanted to continue with things of a higher tone, but I had to stop energetically, very dignified in the face of their threats. But I think he was content with that, because never in his life did he dream that the owner of the emporium would ever do him a favor. straw. But I don't like him giving those little looks, I think I'll have to go to my lawyer again so he can do what he has to do. I head straight to Lucy's desk, and with a Wide smile, kiss greeting. She is a little surprised, perhaps because It's the usual thing. We have always kept our distance, but today I decided to be definitely charming with her. The truth is that today it is Beautiful, and after greeting her I tell her how wonderful she is. She relaxes a little, and thanks me for the compliment. Hey, Lucy, since Stan will be away all day afternoon, would you like to go to lunch with me? I don't want to go home now... Oh, Mrs. Luckmann, the truth is... Hey, pretty, don't tell me Mrs. Luckmann, I'm not you. teacher, heh heh. I will not accept your excuses. Eehh, okay, Jenny, I'll go with you, it'll be my pleasure. OK, dear, but leave the "you" here on your desk, and call me, like friends do. It's okay, Jenny. I think that in half an hour I will be able to be with you. Lucy smiled kindly. The truth is that when he called me my name I felt a pleasant complicity. I don't know yet how I'm going to approach the topic. her, because she is faithful as a secretary and it will not be easy to propose that she become in my informant, but with two glasses of wine something will occur to me. Half an hour later Lucy gets into my car, and I tell the driver to take us to San Carlo, the Italian restaurant on the outskirts with a Intimate and perfect atmosphere to talk quietly. It doesn't go unnoticed by me that Lucy comes with her hair down, which makes her look very attractive. It has a really beautiful hair, long and slightly wavy, whose smell of shampoo makes me loves. She has also put on a touch of expensive perfume, specifically the one that I gave it as a gift last Christmas, which I interpret as a gift to me. On the way we talked about inconsequential things until we reached the luxurious restaurant, where I already have a reserved table. Lucy has finished her plate, and celebrates with laughter a comment funny thing I did to him. We are quite relaxed, we have been generous with the wine, and to my surprise, she reacted neutrally to my proposal to that from now on he would inform me about Stan's steps. He hasn't told me yet nothing, but I already told him that I would like to know what he thought of the idea. Even, without further ado, I made him a fairly high financial offer, which would put doubt any secretary. At dessert time, Lucy tells me: - Look, Jenny, Money really doesn't interest me. You should know that Stan pays me a bonus pretty good thanks to its double accounting... I act a little surprised, despite having perfect knowledge of it. I don't know where Lucy is going with her answer. Really, Jenny, what I can tell you is that for me to be able to inform you, I would need... I don't know, for us to have a little more trust..., mmmmh... the truth is that you and I know each other little... Look, Why don't we reserve, I don't know... some weekend to spend together and to be able to talk more, get to know each other more... Although I had thought of many alternatives before this conversation, this proposal from Lucy surprised me a little. The truth is that the The tone with which the conversation had progressed was at times becoming intimate, and I noticed that Lucy was looking at me in a special way. Oh, Lucy, what a good idea. The truth is that I had thought, I even had in mind that some Friday we would go to spend the late to the club... Hey, Jenny, think about it, but there's a place I heard To mention, the Green Hut, I think it is very good there. Of course, Green, how had I not thought of it! Here I was really intrigued: the Green Hut was an exclusive elite club, to which of course my husband and I had access, famous among the rich because it was the perfect place for furtive encounters with lovers and place of endless infidelities. But how did Lucy know of its existence? A A lot of thoughts were rushing through my head: does she know more than I do? same I suspect? Does he know that this is where I meet Ruby, the wife of the financial vice president, the beautiful and blonde Rubby, to give free rein to our bisexual impulses? Or could it be, rather, that what Lucy is proposing is directly have some kind of relationship with me? Oh the truth is I didn't know what to think The truth is that the possibility of having intimate relationships with a woman is nothing strange to me, because apart from the beautiful Rubby, with whom I make love about twice a month, since I was in school I experienced lesbian love, both with some of my friends and with a couple of teachers. But I had always been clear that I liked the love of a man. Stan me He puts up some deer antlers whenever he can, but the truth is that it's great in bed, and there are many times that he comes panting to get access to your requirements. The truth is that I still like to make love with my husband..., which does not prevent me, like him, from diversifying my tastes and whims with others.... and others.... It's been a while since we crossed the unnoticed door of the Green Hut which is on the right of the highway, and we have passed the spacious paths and gardens before reaching the large cabin. I picked up Lucy at her home, and seeing her in tight jeans and a tight T-shirt has left me a little stunned. She comes, of course, with her hair down, as if she guessed how much I like her. see her like this. Lucy is very hot today, and just getting in the car and giving me a A loud kiss very close to the mouth showed me where things were going. Lucy His eyes are somewhat cloudy today, and his mouth is brighter than ever, despite that she has barely put on lipstick. Lucy's face is beautiful, and she has a skin for which I would pay whatever they asked me to have one just like it. It's a skin of peach, a soft face whose beauty is more noticeable to me today. Already in the main cabin, Lucy suggests that we rest for a while. little in the bogaloo that I have reserved. Bogaloo is comfortable, intimate and, above all, ideal to be with someone you like. There, without further ado, Lucy He hugs me from behind, puts his face close to my neck, and kisses me slowly. I turn decided, we looked at each other for a moment, both a little blushing, longing, and she He cheers up first: he sticks out his pink, fresh, moist tongue a little, and joins his hands. lips to mine. At that moment I already feel my heart racing and the blood exploding in my sensitive areas. Lucy's kiss is sublime, soft, calm and warm. I reciprocate, and we begin to let our tongues act. The Lucy's language is simply exquisite. Her lips are red, soft, perfect, those that are a little sticky but leave their wet mark when kiss. We spend a good while like this, with slow and repeated kisses on the mouth, as in an exploratory plan, despite the fact that we have already had a good exchange of languages. I see that Lucy wants to do everything slowly, and enjoy every moment. I'll let her do it, and I'll follow her rhythm. The truth is that I am quite excited, and I begin to kiss his entire face, marveling at the perfection of your skin. I have never felt skin so soft. I see her more and more beautiful, and I can't help but tell you how much I like it. That provokes her, and she tells me, challenging: Oh yeah, do you like me? I tell him yes, and that I like it a lot. Lucy then says Let's go to the sauna, so that there we can show each other how much we like each other. I caress his face with both hands, ecstatic, and give him soft kisses on his face. the lips Meanwhile, two noticeable erections under my shirt indicate that my nipples are asking for war, while the lips, and not exactly the from the mouth, they throb in search of relief. Suppertime. Since three in the afternoon I have been doing love with Lucy. Our sauna session left us absolutely exhausted. For the first time in my life it took me more than 45 minutes licking the shell of a women. At my school it was my friends and my teachers who spent their fresh and naughty tongues for my little pussy, leaving me completely electrified. My thing was more kissing, licking their breasts and caressing their bodies. With Lucy I noticed my senses explode when I descended into her privacy and entered into its charms. He had never felt a greater desire to squeeze the last of his outpourings of love. It was the best dessert I have been able to taste so far. Then it was her breasts... oh my God, what could I say about Lucy's breasts that I could reach with words... they are absolutely perfect. "Hey, pretty, How the hell did my husband choose you, did he take your measurements, perhaps? did you make a casting?" Lucy laughed at the question. I whispered behind her, "We're lying one after the other and I caress her breasts, while I whisper to her morbidities in the ears. He tells me that he loves it when I say dirty things to him heard, and for that, modesty aside, I am not a novice. My closest friends They call on the phone just to get their imagination going, and now I'm trying to unfold all the twists of my mind with Lucy. She continues very excited, and while I rub her breasts I also feel a kind of agony. This woman has given me a lot of pleasure. I hope to continue until we meet exhausted, because for today, I don't want to finish yet. We've been touching each other for hours but We are not yet satisfied. I've been thinking obsessively about Lucy for over a week. I don't I feel trapped in this world by not being able to see her. She's been too busy, and I have had to impose an absurd excuse on my husband to get him to let her out. tomorrow, supposedly to accompany me to do an inventory of financial papers in my office. I'm really anxious. The sight of her perfect tits me torments minute by minute. I am hungrier than ever to devour his pussy, and this anxiety has made me get naughty. I have asked him not to bathe neither today nor tomorrow, because I want to feel it like a wild beast, its smell of happy woman She, very perverse, sent me her underwear wrapped in an exquisite luxury box, telling my husband that it was a gift that They had sent from another multinational. Stan, indifferent to everything, brought it to me like if nothing. I opened it and found that pearl, which I have been aspiring to like. a vicious one since yesterday. I'm not addicted to any drugs, but this is already the most similar to a narcotic. If I masturbate more I'm going to peel my lips off there below, and I need them in good condition for tomorrow's sexual combat. I tremble just seeing her lips. I shudder to see the shine of his wet tongue look out and come towards me. I get chills when I feel his perfect teeth bite my skin, which is all yours. My nipples are throbbing just waiting for him She squeezed them with her fingers, mischievous. Tomorrow I will devour it. I review constantly the rubber penis that I will tie around my waist to show him how which is making someone shout for joy. If I repress this desire more I don't know what it will be of me Lucy is not yet my informant, but she is my lover. The truth is, I never I believed in life, I am crazy about a woman: my husband's secretary. By: Hinnde Senhte (morbosete71@terra.com)