by PT Winters
The vibrations of her hum shot through his body, a powerful tingling sensation that he had never experienced before overwhelmed him.
"Oh fuck Andrea, I'm not going to last long."
Andrea lifted her head just long enough to grab the napkins before she had his penis back between her lips. She bobbed her head up and down, while a fast paced scene played out in the film. The lighting changes on screen, from light to dark to light, over and over made for a strobe effect, where Greg could only make out glimpses of Andrea, as the room dipped into darkness repeatedly. Her head appeared like a variety of different stills, each a "picture" of her with a different amount of cock in her mouth.
"God, I'm close." Greg warned her. She pulled up and off his member, slid back into a seated position and began stoking him with one hand while holding napkins over the tip of his dick with the other.
"Give it to me." Andrea told him. "Let me take good care of my man."
Greg leaned over and kissed Andrea passionately. Her hand tightened its grip around his cock as she pumped and pumped.
The movie switched to the bright scene of field covered in snow. The balcony was so well lit, the house lights might as well have been on. The usher watched as Andrea milked her husband, encouraging him to ejaculate for her.
"That's it dear" she told him. "Give me all of it."
Greg exploded into her napkin filled hand, with a loud grunt.
Andrea continued to stroke him, catching all of his mess. She even made sure to coax any remaining fluid out of him once he was finished cumming.
"Thanks for that honey." Greg said as he put himself back in his pants.
"I hope that was more fun than your last date in this theatre." Andrea said, with a warm smile.
"And I hope you'll be so kind as to put those directly into the garbage bag, ma'am."
Andrea spun her head around. The usher stood in the row of seats in front of them, holding open his garbage bag with one hand and pointing to her napkins with the other.
Startled, Andrea dropped the napkins in the bag. She was horrified so she picked up her coat and hurried out of the theatre as quickly as she could. The usher quietly watched, shaking his head in disapproval. Greg picked up their popcorn and drinks and followed causally a few moments later.
Sunday dinner with Jane
"Jane, thank you for the lovely dinner." Greg announced, as he put his dessert fork on the plate.
Greg and Andrea were eating a Sunday dinner at her cousin Jane's house. The two women looked so much like each other they had been confused for sisters more than once. Andrea would have been the younger sister, being a year younger, slightly shorter and with smaller breasts.
Beyond looks though, the pair of brunettes acted like sisters too, talking on the phone several times a week, though his was the first time they had gotten together since Andrea and Greg had gotten married.
"Yes, just a delightful meal." Michael agreed.
"Thank you." Jane told both men as she stood "Andrea would you help me with the dishes?"
"Certainly." Andrea said, clearing the half the table as Jane took care of the other half. As the women headed for the kitchen, the men retired to the den
"I believe I owe you a thank you." Greg told Michael, with a wink.
"Ahh, yes. I heard Andrea and Jane spoke about...things, a few weeks ago." Michael chuckled.
"Seriously, Michael, I don't know how you..." He was cut off by a loud crash.
"Oh no!" Jane cried out. Andrea had knocked over a serving dish, and it lay smashed on the floor.
"I'm so sorry!" Andrea told Jane and Michael, who had just dashed into the kitchen.
"As long as everyone is okay, that's the important thing." Michael told her.
Greg, right behind Michael, entered and helped clean up the scattered shards.
"I am so sorry." Andrea repeated.
"It's okay, it happens." Jane assured her.
"Yes, well accidents do happen, but was this genuinely an accident or was this you not paying attention?" Greg asked.
Andrea looked at the floor, ashamed. "I wasn't paying attention."
"Right, you know the rules then." He told her, as he dumped the broken dinnerware into the trash.
"Yes Greg, as soon as we get home, I understand." She told him, knowing she was going to be spanked.
"No Andrea, right now, in the den." And with that he marched to the den and waited.
"Andrea?" Jane asked, concerned.
"I've been a bad wife, and..." Andrea couldn't finish the sentence.
"I'm confused. You broke a plate, that doesn't make you a bad wife." Jane told her.
"No, but being careless, over and over again does." She told her cousin.
"And what happens to bad wives?" Jane asked, still trying to sort out what was happening.
"Bad wives are...spanked." Andrea told her cousin.
"And...and you're okay with this?" Jane asked.
"It's not a matter of being okay with it, so much as accepting it." Andrea said.
"Accepting it?" Jane pushed.
"You're okay with our wifely duties, aren't you?" Andrea asked
"Oh." Was all Jane could think to say.
Andrea entered the den. Greg was already sitting in the centre of the couch. He looked up at her.
"I want you to apologize to Michael and Jane." Greg told her.
Andrea, embarrassed about what was about to happen, looked down at the floor. "Sorry I...I'm sorry I broke your dish. I'll replace it."
"That's okay." Michael said, standing off to the side, unsure of what was happening.
"Now come here." Greg said, patting his knees with both hands.
Jane and Michael watched as Andrea walked to the couch and laid across Greg's lap so that her bottom ready for a spanking.
"Ten spanks should do it, I would think." Greg told her. "Five swats for your carelessness toward Jane and Michael, and another five for the additional cost to us when we replace the dish."
"Yes dear, that seems fair." Andrea said, quietly.
Greg reached over and began to pull her dress up over her bum, when her arm fired back, across her backside, to stop him.
"No!" She said without thinking. "I...I mean, can't it just be over the dress? Since we're not at home?"
"We're hardly in public." Greg said, taking hold of her and and moving it back out of the way. "And it's not like Michael hasn't ever had to swat Jane's behind, I should think."
"Actually, he never has." Jane told Greg.
"Really?" Greg said, looking at Michael.
"Do you, um, spank her often?" Michael asked nervously.
"No, no. Of course not. Just the occasional reprimand when called for." Greg explained. "Well Andrea, maybe you should take a few more lessons from Jane on how to be a good wife."
Both Jane and Andrea blushed at the reference to their conversation about wifely duties and the such.
Greg then lifted her dress up over her rear and onto her back, revealing she wasn't wearing any panties. Instead her stockings stopped at her thighs and a garter belt held them up. Laid across his lap as she was, the garters seemed to frame her bare ass.
"Andrea?!" Greg asked. "What is the meaning of this?"
"Please." She asked, clearly hoping he would cover her back up. "I... I wanted to surprise you later, tonight."
"I think you've surprised everyone." He told her. She buried her head in the couch, embarrassed. He continued. "I wasn't planning on a bare bottom spanking, but dare say I am now."
Her head popped back up as he spanked her naked ass, dead centre.
Spank.
"Oww!" She cried out. It wasn't the hardest he had ever spanked her, but it was more than she had been expecting. She had hoped the presence of the others would have curtailed him a bit.
"Keep your head up, and you should apologize to our hosts." He told her.
"I'm sorry Jane and Michael." She said.
"That's a good girl." Greg encouraged her "maybe fo
r the next nine though, you face our hosts when you are talking to them. We wouldn't want to be rude."
Spank.
Andrea turned to look at Jane, "Two, and I'm sorry, Jane."
Jane smiled awkwardly, trying to show moral support to her cousin.
Spank.
Andrea winced, and turned to Michael. She blushed again, embarrassed that a man was seeing this happen to her.
"Three, I'm sorry Michael."
Spank.
Between the spanking and the embarrassment, all four of her cheeks were now pink. "Four, I'm sorry."
Spank.
Andrea was feeling the sting now. "Five. I'm so sorry."
"Michael..." Greg started, "If you do ever need to spank Jane, I would suggest that you not be afraid to also encourage her."
"I don't follow." Michael admitted.
"Punishment is important, but pain is an abstract without some pleasure." Greg explained, opening Andrea's legs slightly. From their vantage point neither Jane nor Michael could see Andrea's cunnie, but it was obvious to both that Greg now had access to it.
"Greg, no!" Andrea whispered.
Greg ignored her and gently caressed her pussy lips. Andrea moaned, involuntarily. She buried her head in the couch cushions again.
Spank.
"Six. I'm sorry." Andrea said, muffled by the cushions.
Spank!
"Head up, and talk to your hosts!" Greg chastised her.
Andrea lifted her head, and forced herself to look at Jane. "Six..."
Greg slide a finger inside her, despite her apparent embarrassment she was extremely wet. She tried, and failed, to hold in a grunt as she finished her sentence. "I'm, Uhhh, sorry."
Greg withdrew his finger and swatted her quickly.
Spank!
Before she could even begin, however he had his finger back inside her.
"Seven. I'Mmmm, I'm sorry."
Spank!
"Oh! Eight. I'm sorry, Jane." She sad quickly, hoping to speed things along.
"What about Michael? Doesn't he deserve as much apology as Jane." Greg asked.
Andrea had apologized to Michael of course, but it was much more embarrassing to look at him while being spanked than Jane. To have to look at him while she was being fingered, was humiliating...yet even more arousing to her for some reason.
Greg's hand came down hard on her behind again.
Spank!
She yelped, and again he had his finger inside her, making her moan in pleasure. She turned her head, slowly. Michael was standing, watching her.
"Nine." She counted. "Michael..."
Greg twisted his finger, making her gasp. She tried to focus, and noticed that Michael had a large bulge in his pants. He was clearly enjoying what he was seeing.
"...I'm...sorry."
Greg slapped her ass a final time.
Spank.
Her cheeks were clearly reddening as he inserted two fingers inside her.
"Teeennnn." She half moaned, her eyes closing as she focused on the feeling. An orgasm was beginning to build inside her and she was afraid that she was going to cum in front of Jane and Michael. She opened her eyes, looking for a distraction. Michael still had an erection, and he was clearly waiting for her to talk to him again.
"I'm...so...very...sorry." She said, through laboured breathes. Greg pulled his fingers out and caressed her pink bottom, soothingly.
"That's a good girl." Greg told her, before turning to Michael and Jane. "Something to consider for your marriage."
"I don't think that'll be necessary." Jane told him.
"Yeah, Jane is a good wife." Michael added.
"As is Andrea here." Greg agreed. "In fact, maybe you should be a good wife right now, dear."
"Greg!" Andrea was taken aback by the suggestion. "Not in front of...people."
"Oh come now, it's not like we aren't all aware you ladies take care of us." Greg told her.
"Actually, It is Sunday night, so Jane is over due for her duties." Michael added.
"Michael J Smith! I will not..." Jane caught her voice rising and lowered it to a whisper, "...fellate you while company watches."
"Watches? Of course not. Greg isn't interested in anyone but Andrea, just as I'm only in love with you." Michael defended himself. "I was just thinking we could save time by combining their visit and your duties."
"Kinda like how the old saying goes, many hands make light work." Greg added, before Jane could object.
"I'm not sure." Andrea admitted. Still laying across Greg's lap with her derrière exposed.
"Honey, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do, I just thought after what happened, you'd want to remind everyone that your really a good wife at heart."
Andrea had indeed promised to be a good wife, and it was her own carelessness earlier that causes the event that suggested otherwise, so to balance things out she decided she should be a good wife for Greg right there. She slide off his lap to the floor.
As Andrea reached for Greg's belt buckle, Michael sat down on the lazy boy chair across from the couple.
"Jane?" He asked, the implication clear.
She whispered, "You said we wouldn't do this where people could see us."
"Greg, do you promise to not look while Jane performs her wifely duties on me?" Michael asked.
"Of course." Greg responded, his focus on his beautiful wife as she extradited his penis from his pants. "Why would I ever look away from this beautiful face?"
"Oh, you." Andrea said as she popped his cock into her mouth.
"Jane?" Michael repeated.
"I'm still not sure..." She told her husband, her resolve clearly wavering.
"Greg promised not to look, and Andrea will be... otherwise engaged." He told her.
Jane looked over at Andrea, who was on her kneeling in front of her husband. Her head blocked any view Jane might have had of Greg's penis, but the movement of her head make it clear that it was exposed and Andrea had begun taking care of him.
"Jane." Michael's voice was firm, "Be a good wife for me."
Jane gave Greg another quick look, his head was back and his eyes closed at this point, he was not looking at her at all. She reluctantly dropped to her knees, fished her husband's cock out his pants and took it into her mouth.
"Oh, yessss." Michael groaned, enjoying the feeling of his wife's tongue on his knob.
The room fell silent, save for the wet slurping coming from both wives' mouths. The women, backs to each other, had quickly found a bizarre rhythm in which when Jane head was down, and she had swallowed most of Michael's dick, Andrea's head was up, with only the tip of Greg's cock in her mouth. As Andrea dove down on his shaft, Jane slid up Michael's. The alternating movements, like pistons on a motor, created a constant background noise of slurping.
"Greg." Andrea whispered as her lips let go of her husband's cock. She reached up with her hands, using one to cradle his balls while the other stroked his shaft.
"Where are you going to...?"
"Mmmmm?" Greg said, as he opened his eyes and looked down at his pretty wife.
"When you... spurt, what are you... where is it going?" Andrea asked. She didn't have any napkins this time, and was praying he wasn't planning on cumming on her face. Being seen covered his is cum would be too humiliating. Far worse then the spanking she had just received.
"You'll...you'll have to swallow it all." Greg whispered back.
"Greg Sinclair!" She yelled in a whispered tone. "I am not swallowing your ejaculate."
"Do you want us to make another mess while we are guests in their home?" Greg countered, even as she continued to jack him off.
"Are you really that rude?"
Andrea had no response to that. The last thing she could afford was to make another mess. Who knows how much the cleaning bill would be if she got Greg's semen on the couch or carpeting. Instead, she took Greg's cock in her mouth once more, knowing she was going to have to swallow his cum.
"Jane, I ne
ed to see your breasts." Michael whispered as he reached over to undo her top. Jane released his dick from her mouth, and batted his hands away from her shoulders.
