by PT Winters
"Just...something Jane said on the phone." She told him, sniffling.
"Andrea, I asked you a direct question." He told her. I expect a direct answer.
"What. Was. So. Distracting?" He repeated, again punctuating each word with a spank.
Andrea was openly crying again.
"My duties. My wifely duties."
"You were distracted from ironing by your cleaning?" He asked, genuinely confused.
"No. My...other duties." She quickly confessed. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I am a bad wife. I should be punished. I deserve to be spanked. Spank me harder."
"What duties?" He asked again.
"F-f-fellatio." She said through her tears. "Jane told me as a wife, I'm supposed to give you fellatio every week, but I didn't know. I swear I didn't know."
The words were falling out of her mouth as fast as she could form them. Greg was lost, but given what she was talking about he was happy to let her continue uninterrupted.
"Good wives perform fellatio on their husbands. And I haven't done that since our honeymoon, I'm so sorry. Can you please forgive me?" She begged. "Please."
Greg was taken aback. What exactly had Jane said to his wife? Not that he was complaining. Whatever it was, it would seem his already excellent sex life was about to get better.
"Of course I can forgive you." He told her, again fingering her pussy.
"Oh Greg." She moaned.
"As long as you promise to be a good wife from now on." He told.
"I will, I swear I will."
"But you need to speak plainly." He continued, "and not hide behind esoteric words."
Spank
"Explain your duties again, but don't use that word." He instructed her, his fingers back inside her as he spoke.
"I...I...I..." She couldn't form the words, so he withdrew his hand and spanked her ass once more.
"I have to be a good wife and...and put your penis in my mouth." She told him.
"Yessss." he groaned at the thought, his rock hard cock rubbing against her. "Like a good wife...and if you don't?"
"If I'm a bad wife... I'll need to be punished." She told him.
He spanked her ass again.
Spank!
"Yes, bad wives get spanked, don't they?"
Spank!
"Yes. I'll be a good wife from now on." She promised. The mix of pleasure and pain was confusing but arousing. She had never felt this turned on before.
Greg was alternating playing with her pussy and spanking her ass.
"Please..." She asked, wanting both. "I've been so, so bad."
Spank.
Spank.
SPANK!
Andrea's face was soaked with tears as she choked out, "but I want to be good. I want to be a good wife for you."
She slide off his lap, to the floor, where she knelt in front of her husband. Her head at the same level at the tent in his pants.
She reached up, whispering to herself as she unzipped his pants "I'm a good wife, I'm a good wife."
"And what do good wives do?" He asked.
She looked at him, the tears gone but her face still damp, "good wives...put their husband's... penis in their mouth."
"And you want to be a good wife, right?" He told her. She nodded, and took his cock out of his briefs. "Be a good wife then, Andrea."
She lowered her head, taking his cock into her mouth. He gasped in pleasure, the warm wet feeling a welcome change from the chaffing of his pants.
She bobbed her head up and down rhythmically.
After a few moments, she slurped loudly by accident. She lifted her head, wiping her mouth with her arm as she did.
"Sorry, excuse me." She asked him.
He smiled at her.
"None needed. I actually quite enjoyed that, feel free to do that as much as you want." He told her.
She blushed at the idea of intentionally slurping on his cock. surely that's not what Jane meant, she thought.
She lowered her head down again, more tentative, unsure of how to recreate the noise exactly. She bobbed her head up and down on his dick once more. When the slurping didn't just happen, she sped up her movements. It still took a few moments, but the sloppy sounds began again.
"Oh god." Greg said. If she kept that up, he wasn't going to last very long at all.
"I'm a good wife?" Andrea asked before diving right back onto his dick.
She bobbed up and down a bit, then said, "I was bad, and you spanked me..."
She resumed slurping his cock again before finishing her sentence,
"But I'm a good wife, right?"
Slurp.
Slurp.
Slurp.
"The best. The best fucking wife." He told her as he watched her swallow his cock again and again.
"But if I'm bad, you'll spank me again?" She asked, looking up at him while using her hand to stroke his hard dick.
"I'll have to." He warned her. "I'd have to spank your bottom until it was red."
"I'll be good wife then. I'll be a good wife like this every week, I promise." And once again she took him in her mouth, bobbing up and down with all the speed she could muster.
The feeling of her mouth combined with the thought of this every week for the rest of his life overwhelmed him, he pulled her off his cock.
She was confused for a second, before realizing he intended to cum on her face. She tried to put her hand between her face and his dick, crying out, "Greg, no! Please not on my..."
"Good wives get to choose." He barked, cutting her off. "...bad wives get punished."
She nodded, knowing it was useless to argue. She had been a bad wife, and it was reasonable to expect a punishment she didn't enjoy, otherwise it wouldn't be a punishment.
She lowered her hands, and simply nodded her assent as she looked up at Greg with her big, doe eyes.
Greg exploded across her face. Her eyes and forehead were covered in his cum as he blasted her several times.
"That's...a...good...girl." Greg told her, as he caught his breathe.
Andrea at a Matinée
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, as Greg handed the usher the two tickets for the movie screening. He had taken Andrea out for a late breakfast, followed by a lovely walk through town. On a whim the pair had decided to catch the matinee at the local movie house. The film didn't sound particularly appealing, but it was more about the two of them spending time together than anything else. Well, that and Andrea had a craving for popcorn.
As the pair waited to order from the concession stand, Greg had a memory pop into his head.
"I haven't been here since..." He voice trailed off.
"Since when?" Andrea asked, as she looked up and hugged him.
"Well... Since I had a date with Sara Jean back in high school." He admitted.
"Sara Jean Parker!?" Andrea asked, surprised to recognize the name.
"She was Sara Jean Grant back then, but yeah." He explained. "Don't get too jealous, it was just one date and well before I knew you."
Andrea knew Greg had been faithful from the day they had gotten together, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the thought of her husband on a date with another woman, especially one as attractive as Sara Jean.
Her feelings were interrupted however, as Greg paid the teenager behind the counter. He grabbed the large bag of popcorn with extra butter, and their drinks as Andrea grabbed straws and some napkins.
They weren't the only moviegoers in the place, but there weren't a lot of people, and everyone else seemed to be headed to the main floor. Rather than follow the crowd, Greg lead Andrea to the balcony, which had far fewer seats but so far was completely empty.
"It's like we have the place to ourselves!" Andrea told Greg as the found a place to sit.
"Nothing but the best for my girl." He told her with a smile.
It was the perfect date. At least until the movie started. It was terrible. Even for a low budget matinee film, it was unwatchable.
"D
o you want to go?" Andrea whispered, about twenty minutes into the film.
"I guess you can't go home again." He whispered back. Greg began to gather his coat, when he felt Andrea's hand on his arm.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"Oh nothing. Just that I had fond memories of this place, but this movie is unbearable." He told her.
"Fond memories with Sara Jean?" She asked, the hurt in her voice clear to him.
"Oh sweetie, no. I just meant last time I was here, I was young and..."
"And made out with the beautiful girl from school." Andrea finished his sentence.
Greg saw the look of rejection on her face and felt terrible
"Honey, I love you. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have compared the lovely day we are having to one night in my youth." He apologized.
"We...we could stay." Andrea offered. "And maybe make out?"
Greg smiled. He hadn't had a make out session in years. Without another word dropped his coat back onto the chair next to him and leaned into Andrea. The pair kissed. At first it was silly, like they were teenagers necking on a date, but quickly it turned passionate.
Greg reached a hand up and tried to do some over-the-clothing petting of Andrea's breasts. She pulled away.
"Greg, we're in public." She whispered.
He looked around the empty balcony but before he could say a word, Andrea continued, "Someone could walk in at anytime."
"You're right." He apologized. "Just got caught up in the nostalgia of that date."
Andrea's eyes opened wide. Greg had fondled Sara Jean's large breasts? That made her even more jealous and insecure, as her breasts were nowhere near as large as Sara Jean's.
"Well..." Andrea pondered. "On second thought, maybe that makes this more exciting."
Her voice wavered. She was clearly trying to convince herself of that more then Greg, but as uncomfortable as she was, she was even more determined to supplant his memory of Sara Jeanin this theatre, with one of her. Greg, for his part didn't care the reasoning, and simply took it as a chance to grope his wife some more.
Greg squeezed one of her breasts as the pair resumed kissing. A moment later is other hand found her other breast. And a few moments after that he was reaching under her shirt.
"Greg. I'm not sure that's a good idea." She whispered, as he continued to grope.
"It'll be like we're teenagers." He told her, with no intention of stopping.
"Did you...go this far with Sara Jean?" Andrea asked, point blank.
"Oh honey. Don't compare yourself to her. Sara Jean was..." Greg searched for the right words, "she was a good date, but I married you Andrea. You're a good wife."
"Oh, Greg!" She said warmly. "Sorry I get a little insecure sometimes."
"Well you can make it up to me..." Greg suggested. "By being a good wife right now."
"Being a...?" Andrea was unsure of what he meant for a moment, but his meaning became clear as she watched him pull his penis out of his pants.
"Greg! We mustn't!" She said, looking around. The balcony was still empty and the only light was from the reflection from the screen, "We could get caught!"
Despite her protests however, she was considering it. It would be awfully exciting, and it would definitely replace Greg's memory with Sara Jean. Andrea debated it for a moment, but ultimately the thought of getting caught terrified her too much. Just imagining someone seeing her with Greg's penis in her mouth made her tremble. As much as part of her wanted to, she didn't think she could do it.
Before she could tell him that though, Greg broke the silence, "Look at it, you've gotten me so excited, it's bigger than normal."
"Honey, don't be silly." She told him. "It's the same size as it always is."
"I'm serious. You can't tell in the dark, but it's way bigger. Take closer look." He encouraged her.
Andrea knew he was extremely excited but his penis couldn't possibly be any bigger, could it?
"Really?" Andrea began to lean over the arm of the seat to see it in the darkened theatre. She stared at it while telling him, "I think it's the usual size."
Greg grasped the back of her head, pushing her gently into his lap, as he said, "Are you sure? Take a good look, it feels bigger."
"Greg!" She quietly said, as her head closed the gap to his dick, "We can't!"
Greg could feel her breath on his cock as he anticipated her mouth.
"We could get into trouble." She whispered.
He waited a moment, to see if she would push back on his hand but she didn't. She just waited, exhaling on his penis once more. He pressed her head down further, the tip of his cock brushed her lips.
"Greg, we mustn't." She whispered barely loud enough for him to hear, her lips making and breaking contact with the tip of his member as she spoke. He responded by pressing down even more, forcing her lips apart with his dick. He slid into her mouth as the movie cut to a brightly lit scene and Greg was able to see his beautiful wife as she slid down his shaft.
The bright scene also gave a clear view to the usher that had just popped in to check the theatre. He would occasionally see teenagers making out, but this was the first time he witnessed a woman giving a guy a blowjob. It was shocking and caused him to drop his garbage bag and broom. The handle of the broom made a loud clattering noise that echoed throughout the balcony as it hit the floor.
Greg reacted first, turning his head to see the usher, just as the scene on the screen changed and plunged the balcony back into darkness. Andrea lifted her head and spun around a second later, unable to see anything.
"Oh my god, did someone see us?" She asked panicked.
"No, I think it was the sound from the movie." Greg lied.
Andrea looked around suspiciously, but as she hadn't been watching the screen, couldn't rule it our completely. The few glimpses she got of the balcony from the flashes of light on the screen showed her an empty room.
The usher had dropped to the floor to pick up his broom and upon hear the pair's conversation, stayed hidden there, embarrassed.
"There is no one here. You can go back to taking care of me." Greg assured her.
"Are you sure?" She asked warily. Her reluctant attempt to out preform Sara Jean had suddenly been eclipsed by the very real threat of getting caught.
"Absolutely." Greg lied. "Now be a good girl and finish me off."
The usher couldn't believe what he was hearing. Greg had looked right at him, which meant he knew they were not alone. And he was still encouraging his wife to continue?! He decided that they must be perverts, but given how attractive she was, he was willing to ignore that and watch for a while.
"Umm" Andrea was scared and non committal
"Please? You're so much more fun than Sara Jean ever was." He told her.
It was a cheap shot, but it worked.
"That big boobed floozy?" Andrea asked. She took a breath to strengthen her resolve and with a sigh, resumed sucking his cock.
She took him deep into her mouth, and tried to block out her fears. She focused on pleasing her man, on taking care of him like her cousin Jane had said was duty. To that end, she actually got up on her chair so she had a better angle. It meant the usher couldn't see her head, but he had a great view of her ass and he could hear her administrations over the film's terrible score.
Greg was impressed by just how enthusiastic she was. His cock was deep down her throat and she was still attempting to lick his shaft by sticking her tongue out, repeatedly.
"Oh Andrea. Oh Andrea, that's so nice." He told her.
She removed his dick from her mouth, and stroked him. There was something that had occurred to her since she had started performing her wifely duties, but had not yet be able to bring herself to do. It seemed unladylike, and she was embarrassed that it had even crossed her mind. But this situation seemed to call for something above and beyond her usual duties, she had to make this a memory that would erase whatever heavy petting Greg may have done with Sara Jean all those years ago.
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bsp; Andrea leaned over further and took one of his testicles in her mouth. She stroked his cock with her hand as she gently bathed his balls, first one, then the other. Greg groaned, loudly in pleasure, and she responded with an equally loud "Mmmmm."
