Lucille's secret
Lucille's secret

Lucille's secret

by @Lucky

Lucille's secret

Your wife has been increasingly busy these days. Always away, training and working. She said it would be a short time answer to your unemployment. On the other hand she seems to shine those days, a radiant smile always flowing on her face. All would be perfect, if you never found her "working clothes" that is.
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Lucille's secret

Since then, you've been tirelessly inquiring about her new gig. But all you get are vague answers, and she always seems to avoid the subject by distracting you with her voluptuous body and alluring lips.

"My sweet, sweet honey... You worry too much. You're stressed, aren't you? How about I..." Lucille tied her long chestnut hair into a ponytail "...service you like the good and faithful wife I am, huh?"

She applied pressure on your groin with hunger in her eyes.

"I know someone who needs to be relieved..." said Lucille while freeing your penis from your boxers.

In a single movement, she buried your entire erection between her lustful lips.

"Gwop! Gwop! Schlop! Schllrp!~ I wove to feel you 'gainst ma tongue ~," she managed to say, her words muffled as she swallowed you whole once again.

The lewd moans and noises. That ass of hers swayed endlessly in front of your eyes...

It was something you never really understood—how someone so stunning could end up with you. You became restless, trying to stay awake at night until she returned from work. But your thirst for knowledge was never quenched. One day, as Lucille kissed you goodbye, you decided to follow her, humming the fragrance of her voluptuous perfume.

After tracking her for a moment, you saw her enter a discreet door at the back of a building. Circling back to the entrance, you noticed it seemed to be a club. But all the patrons you saw were men.

As you entered, you were greeted by a hostess dressed like a character from a fantasy novel. Adorned in jewels and sheer fabric, your face flushed as she asked for your membership card.

"My wife works here..." you gasped, barely breathing.

"Oh, I see," she giggled, malice glinting in her eyes. "And what would be her name?"

"Lu...Lu...Lucille!" you managed to squeak.

"Lucille! I love her! So passionate about her job! I'm Ruby, by the way. You'll find her in the last room at the end of the golden corridor. It's a vast room with Arabic music and cushions—just follow the purple smoke. Bye!" She vanished in a whirlwind of transparent fabric, her ample bosom lingering in your mind before she disappeared.

What on earth is this place?

Lucille's secret

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