Wifely Duties Omnibus: Collecting books 1-6

by PT Winters

  He let go of her head and let her take over. She licked the tip of his dick causing him to grunt, “Oh baby.”

  She took that as a sign to continue so she placed her lips around the crown of his cock and slowly sucked it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around and around as she did. Then she began to really bob up and down on his member, getting his shaft as slick as she could before wrapping her fingers around it. As her head came up or down, her hands slid up and down too, so there was constant movement on his cock. Her hand twisting whenever she felt the crown, as he lips all but released him from her mouth.

  "Donna!" Robert yelled excitedly as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and began thrusting into her complying mouth. Donna thought she saw a light turn on in her peripheral vision, but she couldn't turn her head to see. She didn't mind Robert being in command as was, in fact she liked it, but she would have preferred he be a bit quieter.

  Robert thrust into her over and over, shaking her entire body. The nightie that had showed off all that leg that she liked didn't move the same way she did, and soon it was sliding up and exposing her bottom. As she felt the cool breeze on her bush she regretted taking off her panties. Her dark pubic hair didn't match the blonde hair on her head, and if anyone saw her her secret would be out!

  Donna tried to reach back and adjust her clothes but Robert's thrusting required her to keep both hands on the chair to maintain her balance. The wet noises emanating from their activity seemed to echo in the darkness and she feared it would wake the neighbours.

  Most of the neighbours had been at her gala, and many of them were just arriving home. Robert could hear the odd car as it pulled into a driveway, and even saw the headlights of the Stevenson's car between two of the houses behind his. The thought of getting caught was thrilling. So much so that he began to wonder how far he could push things with Donna.

  He pulled on her hair a bit, firmly but not rough, guiding her off his dick and to his face. He kissed her passionately, reaching down to her waist and taking hold of her hips. He made her turn around, so that her legs straddled the chair with her facing away from him.

  "Robert?" She asked unsure of what he was doing. He answered by pulling her down. As his cock rubbed against her pussy she whispered "No, let's go inside."

  "Sit." He told her.

  She didn't move, instead pleaded with him, "I gave you fellatio out here like you asked, but let's go inside now, okay?"

  Her concern about a neighbour seeing that her "carpet didn't match the drapes" increased tenfold, as she faced out towards several yards with her legs spread wide.

  "Sit!" He said louder. A light on the second floor of the Williams house came on.

  "Shhh." She begged him to be quiet. "Some one will hear us."

  "Donna, sit down!" He barked, as loud as before.

  Panicked that he would get even louder if she didn't comply, she lowered herself onto his hard cock. He slid in easily, her cunnie wet from all the excitement.

  Despite her concerns, an "Oh Robert!” slipped out as she began to bounce up and down.

  Robert slid his hands up her hips, her waist, her torso, raising her nightie as he did so.

  "What...what if someone sees us?" She whispered, the waver in her voice making it sound like she wanted him to stop, but her body betraying her as it continued to bounce up and down his cock.

  "Than people will see my wife's wonderful pussy." He told her. Donna couldn't believe it. Robert had never used such a word with her before, let alone using her so openly. "Or should I say, my pussy? It is my pussy isn't it?"

  "Oh god." She cried out, unable to contain herself. She knew right then that she would do anything he wanted her to do. "Yes, it's yours, my body is yours!"

  "Damn right." Robert reached up to the top of her nightie, hooked his fingers into the material and yanked it down and out. The cloth ripped loudly and completely, leaving Donna completely naked. She squealed in surprise, still bouncing up and down on his cock.

  The light from the Williams' house turned off, which caught Donna's attention. For a split second she was relieved, but then she saw the curtain shift and thought she could make out a figure in the window. She stopped bouncing and tried to use her hands to cover her breasts and cunnie.

  Sitting on her husband's cock as she was, she blocked his view of the window, so Robert wasn't sure why she had stopped, so he began thrusting up and into her.

  "Uggh. Robert. There's...uggh, some...one...watching us!" she managed as he continued to fuck her.

  "So?" He grunted.

  "Robert!" She pleaded as he reached up and pulled her arms away from her body, exposing her to the voyeur.

  As he thrust again and again, she half heartedly tried to free her arms, even as her legs were spread wide open. "Please, let go."

  The thrill of fucking outside was more than Donna had ever experienced in her life. She had been fearful of being caught, which had added to the excitement, but now that she had been caught she wasn't feeling the humiliation she had expected. She was feeling something good, something better, something that she had been, in some weird way, chasing with all of her attempts to keep up with her neighbours in every way.

  As her husband's cock pounded away at her, as she sat more vulnerable than she ever had, she knew she already had won whatever imaginary competition was in her head. Literally stripped, having none of the things she had thought she needed, she was free. Even her dirty little secret, that she wasn't a natural blonde was gone.

  She was snapped back to reality when Robert unexpectedly did let go of her right arm. She hadn't actually expected him to listen to her, and part of her probably didn't want him to. There was something liberating about not being in control at the moment, as if she could be as filthy as she wanted because it wasn't her choice.

  "Touch yourself." Robert told her.

  "I...I don't think I..."

  He cut her off, repeating his order "Touch. Yourself."

  She pulled her arm forward and paused to look up at the window where the figure was standing. She couldn't make out any details, so she didn't know if it was a man or a woman, and she wasn't sure which she would have preferred. Either way she was too embarrassed to ever talk to either of the Williams again.

  She closed her eyes and touched herself between her legs. Robert's hard cock was inside her as she began rubbing her clit. She rarely masturbated, and had never done such a thing with Robert, never mind in view of someone else.

  Robert could feel the movement of her hand with his cock, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. What man could, with a beautiful wife buck naked, fucking him in the open air and playing with herself ?

  Donna couldn't believe how good she felt. Her nipples were erect, her pussy was tingling and she could sense her orgasm building. She lifted herself up so Robert's cock was just barely inside her and then slammed herself down hard, impaling herself on him.

  "Donna!" He cried out, grabbing her hips as she repeated the movement again, and again, their bodies hitting with a thud.

  "Oh god, oh god, oh god, Robert, I'm close." She opened her eyes as she screamed.

  She squeezed her breast roughly as a porch light came on next door. Donna turned her head to look but Robert's hands were firmly gripped on her hips and he continue to push and pull her up and down.

  "Don't stop, don't you dare stop." He barked.

  Donna heard a door slide open. Her heart dropped. Someone was definitely going to see her completely naked, being openly taken by her husband.

  Just a few seconds ago, She had been able to romanticize the theoretical peeping Tom that may or may not have been in the house a hundred yards away, but she couldn't do that now. Her next door neighbour was going to see her, up close, being relentlessly fucked by her husband. All her hard work to build her reputation in the community was about to come crashing down, she was going to be known as the neighbourhood hussy. She wanted, more than anything, to run into the house. The only thing that stopped her was th
at Robert had ordered her to not stop, so she felt like had no choice.

  A dog ran out the neighbour’s door, and into its yard. The wave of relief she felt was all encompassing, and quickly replaced by a wave of pleasure. Robert's cock rammed into her and her fingers still diddled her clit as her orgasm overtook her.

  "Ugghhhh, yes, yes, yes." She grunted uncontrollably loud,

  "Donna!" Robert cried as his cock spurted deep inside her. She could feel it and it sent her over the edge. Donna’s pussy clenched as the pair came together for the first time in their marriage.

  The dog began to bark and scratch at the fence. They could hear their neighbour's voice. "What's up boy? Is there somebody out there?"

  "Maybe we should head inside." Robert whispered, both of their orgasms subsided. Laughing, the pair dashed into the house as their next door neighbour exited his.

  Doug Johnson looked around, as his dog scratched at the fence that separated his yard from Robert's. There was no one around and nothing out of place, although the two bits of clothing on Robert's deck was unusual. Before he could contemplate that any further, he was distracted by headlights shining between the houses. Clearly the Williams were pulling into their driveway. He took his dog by the collar and pulled him back inside "Come on boy.”

  Across the yard, the figure watching from the second floor closed the drapes.

  Seeing the Baxters having sex had been an unexpected show, one that he enjoyed even more then when he had seen Mrs. Anderson standing in her living room completely naked, but Billy wanted to be back in bed and appear asleep before his parents made it inside.

  Donna Baxter Goes too Far

  The entire meal had been extremely awkward.

  Andrea and Greg sat on one side of the table, Jane and Michael on the other and the conversation had been stilted from the moment they all sat down. What little talking they had done had just been a series of unrelated statements as they took turns trying to find a topic that would inspire conversation.

  Andrea complimented the meal Jane had prepared, but that didn't lead to anything other than general agreement. Greg asked about the construction he had spotted at another home, on the drive in but no one knew anything about it. And when Michael asked how things were going for Greg at work for the third time, the group couldn't avoid the awkwardness any longer.

  Two weeks earlier, at a similar dinner, Greg had spanked his wife Andrea in front of the other couple, her cousin Jane and Jane’s husband Michael. Things progressed from there and by the end of the night both women had performed their wifely duties simultaneously. Which was to say, that had given their respective husbands fellatio in the Jane’s living room. It had been as discreet as such an activity could be, though Greg had gotten a good look Jane’s naked breasts while Michael had gotten quite the view of Andrea’s bare cunnie.

  It had been exciting at the time, but seeing each other in such a way had clearly changed the dynamics of the friendship. And the awkwardness was palpable. The unasked question being, would there be a repeat performance? The women had, independent of each other, made sure to take care of their husbands earlier in the week to minimize the chances of anything happening, but still, the possibility hung in the air.

  “Why don't we go for a walk?” Jane finally suggested, breaking the silence.

  “Yes, let's leave the clean up till later and go see about those renovations you saw down the block.” Michael agreed.

  Within minutes, the foursome was walking down street and enjoying the beautiful evening. It was still light out, so the men were able to check out neighbour's cars as they walked. There were a couple of new models, like a red 1956 gmc truck that were nice to look at and a couple of random ones from the late forties, but nothing seemed more impressive than Greg’s own Bel air. It was similar to Michael's car, though a newer model. What really made it stand out was that Greg had sprung for the fabric convertible top. Greg loved driving it, something about how it turned heads when the top was down was quite satisfying.

  The women walked ahead, Jane happy to finally be able to tell Andrea about the spanking Michael had given her.

  “I was so worried for days that he was going to spank me, but when he finally did…” Jane made sure they were out of earshot of their husbands. “... well, I’ve never orgasmed so hard in all my life.”

  “I know! It’s like my mind hates it, but at the same time, my body loves it!” Andrea agreed.

  “I’m so glad to hear you say that. Until I spoke to Barbara I thought I was turning into a pervert!” Jane confessed.

  “You told someone else?! Oh my gosh, I don’t think I could.” Andrea was surprised to find that the usually reserved Jane had opened up to someone other than her.

  “That’s not all, Barbara told me that before she gets spanked, her husband makes her stand in what he calls the disobedience corner. Completely nude! With the blinds open! Can you imagine?” Jane shook her head at the thought.

  “Shhh, don’t give Greg any ideas. Sometimes I think he wants me to get caught.” Andrea blushed, thinking about the time Greg had convinced her to perform fellatio in a movie theatre.

  Before Jane could press for details, the men caught up with them and the women fell silent for fear of putting thoughts in their heads. The foursome reached the construction site where Jane discovered it was in fact the home of Robert and Donna Baxter, a couple she knew from the neighbourhood watch committee. Donna and Jane were polite enough to each other, but there wasn’t a sincere friendship between them, so it wasn’t surprising Donna hadn’t mentioned anything about this. This being the lawn at the side of her house covered almostly completely by a massive pile of dirt.

  “What is this all about, I wonder?” Greg said aloud, walking along the pile, headed to the backyard. “I don’t see any lumber.”

  “Should we be…?” Andrea looked at Jane, who shrugged unsure. Donna Baxter was a bit of a gossip, so there was a bit of an inclination on Jane’s part to find something about her to talk to others about for once. Jane followed Greg, and so the others followed Jane into the back yard. Once there they could see a deck with empty lawn chairs, and past that, a massive hole in the backyard.

  “Oh, my lord.” Michael said. “I know what this is.”

  “It's a bomb shelter.” A new voice said. The four turned to see Donna herself standing on the deck, looking down at them. “Or at least, it will be.”

  The peroxide blonde looked fantastic, her dress clearly brand new and doing a magnificent job highlighting her hourglass figure. Behind her, her husband Robert emerged. “Got to be prepared, never know when those crummy Russians could attack.”

  “Sorry Robert, didn't meant to intrude.” Michael apologized.

  “Not at all, you can't take on a project this big without expecting to turn some heads.” Robert waved him off.

  “Do you really thing the Russians are going to attack us?” Andrea asked.

  “When it comes to communists, who could say?” Robert responded.

  “Should we be getting one?” Jane asked Michael.

  “I'm afraid this is a little beyond our means at the moment.” Michael admitted.

  Donna beamed with pride. As if standing on the deck while the other couples stood on the grass below wasn't enough separation, knowing that she and her husband could afford something that her neighbour's could not made her smile. If there was one thing Donna hated, it was the idea that someone else had it better than she did.

  “I guess we’ll just have to take comfort in our love if the worst comes to bear.” Michael said, giving his wife a kiss on the nose.

  “Thankfully, my husband knows how to take care of things, so we won't have to bear the worst.”

  “Are you saying our husband’s don't take care of us?” Andrea challenged her.

  “What? No, I just meant if the commie’s ever do drop the bomb, we won’t be killed like those of you unable to take of yourselves.” Donna explained without thinking.

  “On my!” Jane said
, surprised at the viciousness of Donna's comments.

  “Donna!” Robert chastised her. “Apologize.”

  “What, no I didn't…” Donna hadn't meant her comments as hurtful as they had come out. “I mean, that's not what I meant.”

  “Well, that doesn't sound like an apology to me.” Andrea spoke up, seething at this woman’s mean spirited comments. “If I spoke like that, my husband would have already put me over his knee. I guess we know what's kind of marriage you have.”

  “No, I didn't…” Donna realized she wasn't going to be able to explain herself. Worse, Jane’s friend had suggested she had a better marriage than her and Robert had, so she was going to have to submit to a spanking if she didn't want to appear to be lesser a wife. It was a “keeping up with the joneses” attitude that she just couldn't shake despite the continual efforts of her husband. “You...you're right. I apologize and… Will submit for my, correction this evening.”