by PT Winters
"Hi Sam!" Michael said as though everything was normal.
"I'm tempted to steal the pie Michael." Sam said
"Go Ahead. She can't see you. She'll never know" He responded not so subtly, while guiding Jane back to his erection.
"I couldn't do that to her." Sam replied.
Jane felt trapped. It's not like she could just stand up at this point, and even if she tried to crawl away, Sam had a clear view of the only exit of the kitchen. Unless she was willing to be seen by Sam, she was stuck on the floor, and if she was staying put, Michael had made his desires perfectly clear.
Reluctantly she resumed licking his cock.
"Of course." Michael agreed. "She's a good girl."
"Speaking of good girls, did you see the new neighbors yet?" Sam asked.
"No, why?" Michael asked, keeping his statements short as his wife's tongue circled the tip of his cock.
"Seem like hippies to me, he's probably on the reefer, her on the other hand..." Sam explained.
"Yes!?" Michael said, as Jane swallowed his cock.
"Woo wee, she's a looker. Short but stacked if you get my meaning." Sam said, winking. "Dirty hippie, but blonde and by the looks of things could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch."
Jane didn't particularly like hearing the men talk like that, but wasn't exactly in a position to argue, figuratively or literally. So she continued to bob her head up and down Michael's cock.
"I, um, prefer brunettes." Michael told him.
Sam smiled. "Of course. Don't tell my Annie I said so, but your Jane is probably the prettiest woman I've ever seen in real life."
Jane was flattered to hear that. Michael told her that all the time, but she only partially believed him. To hear it from another man made her happy. She was happier still when she heard Michael reply,
"Well I certainly think so."
In some respects Jane was a naïve woman, but even she knew that a man was likely to give you a compliment while you were sucking his dick. Even still, she appreciated her husband's comments, they made her feel pretty and she showed her appreciation by taking his cock as deep as she could.
Michael had to stifle a groan as Jane's lips touched the base of his cock. He looked down and saw his wife had completely deep throated him.
"You okay there?" Sam asked.
"Oh god yes, just, um. swallowed wrong." Michael replied.
Jane half gagged and half coughed upon hearing that. She had swallowed his cum several times but preferred not to do so. Obviously he wanted her to do that now and she wasn't sure how to avoid that without causing a scene.
Michael coughed to cover her noise.
If Sam noticed something was amiss he didn't react. Jane slurped her way off of Michael's cock and he pet her head In appreciation.
"Any big plans for today?" Sam asked.
"No probably just going to spend some time with the wife." Michael replied as he pulled her back down his cock.
"Good on you, gotta keep the passion alive." Sam agreed.
"If there's one thing, ugh, that I don't have to, ugh, worry about, it's the passion in, oh God, our relationship" Michael told him, trying really hard (but failing) to not react as Jane repeatedly dove deep on to his dick.
"I don't know about God, but Jane strikes me as a very passionate woman." Sam said trying to make sense of his neighbour's sentence.
"Passionate, yes very, passionate" Michael said attempting to deny his building orgasm.
"You. Uhh, you have plans today?" Michael managed.
"Just about to check the shed out back." Sam told him. "You have any tools go missing lately?"
"Mmm" he pretended to think as he as he stroked Jane's hair. "No, Jane's been taking good care of my tool."
Sam looked at him for a minute then laughed "Ha ha, I bet she does. I bet she does. I wish Annie would take care of mine. Ha ha. But seriously I've had a couple of tools going missing lately. Have you had any issue?"
"No, no issues lately" he replied.
Sam began to explain something about missing tools but Michael couldn't focus. Jane had begun licking his balls while jacking his cock with her hand. When she sucked a testicle into her mouth he gasped uncontrollably but luckily Sam had turned away, pointing to something in or about their backyards.
From her knees, Jane could hear Sam asking Michael a question. She knew he was too distracted to answer (what was it about men that they could never seem to multitask?). When Sam repeated the question Jane took it as an opportunity take a break and released his penis and let Michael focus for a moment.
"Michael?" Sam asked.
When his wife's administrations had suddenly stopped Michael realized Sam was waiting for an answer. His mind scrambled to make sense of what he had only half heard.
"Umm, no?" He offered.
"Not even raccoons? Those bastards got in to my shed last summer." Sam told him.
As Sam continued, Michael could sense a fair bit of movement below but did his best to ignore it so he could continue holding a conversation. Eventually he felt his wife's hand take hold of his penis once more so he stole a glance down.
Jane had pulled the top of her apron and dress off so they hung at her waist. She had also completely shed her brassière, so looking back up at him was his wife, breasts bare and eyes wide. She smiled and nodded, silently asking for his approval. He smiled back then resumed his conversation with Sam.
Jane was delighted. Her idea to go topless was a flash of brilliance. She knew it would please Michael. He had made it very clear he was a fan of her large breasts. But more importantly, this gave him an alternative place then her mouth for him to ejaculate. She resumed her handjob in earnest
Michael enjoyed his wife milking his cock, but that was nothing compared to the delight of her mouth, so after a minute or two he once again put his hand on Jane's head and guided it back to his dick.
Jane resigned herself to the blowjob, taking comfort knowing that when he did cum, she could aim his spurts at her chest. She gobbled up his cock and redoubled her efforts, to the point that she was now starting to accidentally make slurping noises.
"Sounds like you have a drainage issue there." Sam said, having heard Jane's slurping.
"How's that?" Michael asked.
Sam stood up on his tip toes, trying to peer down. He had seen Michael's odd movements but his hands were out of sight so Sam had been unsure what to make of them till now.
"You're doing dishes right?" Sam assumed, not able to see what was really going on. "Sounds like the drain is acting up."
Having heard Sam, Jane did a very UnJane-like thing. She sucked hard on her husband's cock while pulling her mouth off of it, intentionally trying to making a noise. It worked. She made a loud suction noise, only it was much louder the she had intended.
"Uggh." Michael stifled a groan. While Jane stifled a giggle.
"Yup, that is definitely a drainage issue. Need me to give you a hand?" Sam offered.
Jane quickly grabbed Michael's cock and with a burst of speed gave him a bit of a hand job while licking the tip of his dick repeatedly.
"Oh god...I mean, I'm good." He managed.
Jane then resumed sucking his cock, albeit much more quietly. She bobbed her head quickly up and down his shaft, her lips forming a tight seal as she did.
"Well I better get back to it. You and Jane still good to come over for drinks after dinner?" Sam asked
"Good to cum?" Michael repeated, as a warning to Jane.
She backed her mouth off his cock, and with a hand, pointed to her chest, masturbating him.
"No, I can't cum then." Michael continued, reaching down for his wife's head to guide it back to his cock. Jane shook him off, insisting he cum on her tits rather than in her mouth.
"Oh. I thought Annie had said Jane agreed you guys would be coming. She didn't mention it?"
Jane redoubled her stroking with one hand while placing the other arm under her breasts, holding them up, hoping to make them a mo
re desirable target. He looked down at her, her large eyes pleading with him.
"Well I could be mistaken, Jane is usually a good girl about such things"
Michael was still looking at Jane. It wasn't the stolen glances at her while talking to Sam, he sustained the eye contact. Keeping a hand on his penis, she stopped stroking him and simply looked up at him, her eyes wide. She mouthed the word "Please."
"Usually." He repeated, clearly disappointed.
With a sigh, Jane relented. She opened her mouth and lifted his cock up to it, and resumed sucking it.
"Mm. Yes. " he half groaned.
"I'm sorry?" Sam asked, confused, unaware that Jane was once again going to town on Michael's cock, not 4 feet away.
"Sorry. Don't um, don't know where my heads at." He said, thrusting a bit as he spoke. "Of course tonight's good. So good."
"Great! I was kinda hoping that is what Jane's pie was for." Sam confessed.
"Yes, Jane is such a good wife." He said while she continued to lick and suck his cock.
"See you about 7 then?' He asked.
Jane sensed Michael was close. As much as she didn't want to swallow his cum, she had to admit it was a bit exciting being so naughty under their neighbour's nose. She wondered if she could finish Michael off before Sam walked away, so she pumped his cock with one hand as she continued to lick and suck with her mouth and tongue. Her other hand reached up and fondled his balls. It was enough to push him over the edge.
"Yessss. Definitely cumming." Michael said as he spurted into Jane's waiting mouth.
Jane was divided. On one hand it was very exciting to have been able to get her husband off without Sam knowing. On the other hand, she was still upset at him insisting on cumming in her mouth yet again. And this was a substantial load, due to his heightened excitement from the rather daring situation.
So, in an act of silent defiance, Jane refused to swallow it. He may have been able to insist that he cum in her mouth but he couldn't make her to actually swallow.
"See you both then." Sam said "And don't worry, your secret is safe with me."
Jane was immediately, terribly embarrassed at having been found out. Her jaw literally dropped in horror. The load of spunk in her mouth poured out, down between her large breasts. She started to get up, to apologize to Sam for their behaviour, when Michael's hand stopped her.
"Secret?" He asked.
"You doing woman's work I mean. Don't worry, Annie makes me do the dishes too." He said as he walked into his backyard.
Michael laughed, not at Sam's joke so much as at Jane and how she had nearly revealed herself.
"That was close." Michael said as he looked at his wife, his cum still dripping off her chin, her chest coated in it.
Jane's heart was racing. She was excited by what she had just done to her husband, but the near humiliation of almost revealing herself, never mind almost doing so topless and covered in cum was too much. She retreated to the bathroom and it wasn't until she was washing the sperm off her bare chest that she realize her defiant act had gone completely unnoticed by Michael.
Jane takes another stand
Jane looked around her home. It had been almost 3 months since she had decided that she wasn't happy and had resolved to do something about it.
She was proud that she had built up the courage to talk to Michael about being a better husband, and happier still that the last three months had seen a marked improvement. But it had come at a cost, as she learned she had been neglectful in her wifely duties. So for nearly three months she had performed fellatio on her husband at least once a week.
While she might not have loved going down on her husband, she appreciated it was important to him and had tried to become adept at it for him. What she didn't like was the amount of times he seemed to arrange for her to swallow his ejaculate. Desperate to find a compromise, she finally gathered the nerve to ask someone for advice.
When her husband came home from work that night, she wore a new dress, red with white accents that highlighted her fantastic figure. Her long black hair was held in place by a red hair band that matched her dress. Around her neck was the string of pearls Michael had given her for their anniversary last year. She looked, without a doubt, like the perfect housewife.
They were about 15 minutes into their usual "how was your day conversation" before she finally spoke up.
"I spoke with Andrea today." she told him.
"Mmmmph?" he asked, still chewing on some meatloaf.
"Thought I would check in, see how married life was treating her." she told him
"Well, I hope." he said absent-mindedly.
"Mostly, though I think I gave her a bit of a shock when I inquired about how she was coming along with her wifely duties." Jane said.
Michael stopped eating, and suddenly gave the conversation his full attention.
"It seems she didn't know about them either." She continued "Obviously, I explained to her how important they were to you, I mean, to us."
"And what did she say to that?" He asked, trying to stay causal, but growing concerned that his weekly blowjobs were about to come to an end.
"She was surprised, but I think I convinced her how vital this was, and how it was her duty to relieve her man, at least once a week."
Michael sighed in relief. Not only would his weekly blow jobs continue, but it looked like Greg would owe him a huge thank you as well.
"She did however, bring up a very interesting point."
Michael looked at her, quizzically.
"She asked if a husband was supposed to reciprocate."
"How do you mean?" he asked.
"Why, cunnilingus of course." she told him.
"Cunnilingus?!" he repeated.
"Yes dear, cunnilingus." she told him.
He was surprised. He had tried to go down on her a couple of times shortly after they had married but she had stopped him each time. She didn't say it but he got the feeling she thought it was dirty, so he hadn't made any further attempts. It was something he was more than willing to do though, as his current erection could attest.
"And how often would I be expected to, um, do that?" he asked, flirting with her
"Oh, once or twice a week would suffice, I should think. No need to go overboard." she said.
He laughed, as she used his own words against him.
"When would I, umm," he pretended to struggle for words.
"Perform cunnilingus? I wouldn't dream of telling you when that would be appropriate." She finished his sentence, smiling.
"Would it be inappropriate to suggest now?" he asked.
"No, I don't believe it would" she told him. "Why don't you put dinner in the fridge and meet me in 5 minutes."
Jane then got up and went into their bedroom.
5 minutes later, Michael walked into their bedroom to find his wife laying on the bed, head on a pillow. Her dress was fanned out to the sides but the front still covered her to her knees.
Michael approached the bed, and spoke softly. "My, my. What do we have here?"
"Shhh." She told him. "No talking."
He smiled, surprised. This was very UnJane-like behaviour.
He got on the bed, and sat between his wife's feet. He reached out and put one hand on each knee, and slowly felt his way up her thighs. His hands disappeared under her dress, and when he reach her upper legs he fanned his thumbs out to hook around her underwear and unexpectedly came into contact with her bush.
He pulled her dress over her waist, revealing her to him. He was shocked to see she wasn't wearing any panties!
Instead he had a clear look at his wife's pubic hair. It was a neatly trimmed large triangle that seemed to point to her swollen lips.
"Jane, whatever..." he tried to ask her a question, but she sat up and put a finger to his lips.
"Shh." She told him as she gently but firmly took hold of his head and guided him to her pussy. "It's not polite to speak with your mouth full."
Michael immediat
ely licked her. She moaned in delight. His tongue worked its way down her lips where he did his best to get it as deep as it would go. She tasted wonderful, but he wasn't able to enjoy it long as she stopped him.
"Outside dear." She instructed him. "Focus your tongue on the outside."
Again Michael was surprised. His wife was instructing him? Where was this coming from? He did what Jane told him though, and resumed licking her swollen lips.
