Wifely Duties Omnibus: Collecting books 1-6

by PT Winters

  Donna’s internal crisis, despite how it seemed, had only lasted a few seconds. The entire time, her body on autopilot, her lips tight around his shaft and her head bobbing up and down. And while she debated how best to deal with the impending situation, the situation impeded itself.

  Robert exploded into her mouth.

  “Mmmppphhh!” Donna tried to say something, even as her mouth filled. She swallowed repeatedly, struggling to get it down, but pretending it was easy for the benefit of those watching. When Robert had finished and she had managed to get it all down, she wiped her mouth on her arm, and stood up. The two other couples clapped and Donna wasn’t sure how to react, so she simply curtsied and headed back inside, where she could die of embarrassment.

  Jane has a very pleasant conversation

  “Are you sure you won't come in for a coffee?” Jane asked, as the couples walked up the driveway of her home.

  “No, no. Thank you, but we really should get on the road.” Greg declined.

  “Well, thanks for another...interesting evening.” Michael shook Greg's hand, as Greg opened the door to his car.

  “And lovely to see you, as always.” Michael kissed Andrea in the check and then hugged her tight. Andrea said nothing as she felt his erection poke into her.

  “I'll call you on Tuesday!” Jane called out as Greg and Andrea got into their car. Michael hooked an arm around Jane’s waist again as they waved goodbye. The other couple drove off into the night.

  “So, that was, unexpected.” Michael said, trying to bring the topic of sex.

  “Completely. Did you see the look on Donna’s face?” Jane laughed.

  “When she was, ahem, starting or finishing?” Michael asked.

  “Both! I can't believe what she said.” Jane shook her head in disbelief.

  “I can't believe what she did!” Michael began guiding Jane back to the house. “Listen Jane, I know you did your duties last night, but I was wondering…”

  “If you could return the favour?” Jane finished his sentence before he could.

  That was not at all what Michael had been thinking, but fair was fair, he hadn't gone down on his wife in a while. “Exactly!”

  “You're a terrible liar.” She told him, as the entered the house.

  Jane lead him into the living room, where she laid down on the carpet. Michael joined her on the floor, on his hands and knees above her. He kissed her gently on the mouth, and she returned it passionately. Watching Donna and Robert had obviously gotten Michael excited, as his erection clearly showed, but Jane couldn't deny it had an effect on her too. Which also became abundantly clear when Michael slid down her body, pulled up her dress and removed her panties.

  Michael opened her legs wide and lowered his head. He licked gently at her engorged lips and was rewarded with the wonderful taste of his wife. He couldn't recall her ever being this wet before.

  “Oh Michael!” She moaned, as he used his fingers to open her up further. His tongue dipping in and out, along her lips. “That's a good boy!”

  The pair both jumped when the phone rang suddenly. The rotary dial phone shook as it rang, so incredibly loud that it could not be ignored.

  Jane sat up bad reached for the phone on the end table. It took a bit of effort to reach it, but one she had it, the curly cord gave her plenty of slack to remain on the floor and talk comfortably.

  “Hello?” Jane spoke.

  “Jane, how are you?” The voice at the other end asked.

  “Annie, how are you?” Jane asked, identifying their next door neighbour for Michael’s benefit. Still in position between her legs, he looked at Jane and smiled, waiting patiently.

  “I just end wanted to call to see if you've seen the Baxter’s yard. They’re digging a bomb shelter, can you believe it?” Annie asked. “They've even hired the Williams boy to help its so big.”

  “Yes, we saw it a little earlier. Baxters made quite a show of things.” Jane winked at Michael, smiling at her double entendre.

  “You've seen it? I've heard it's huge. I don't know what Robert was thinking.”

  “You know men, the bigger the better with them. But in this case, yes I can say I was very impressed with Robert and his massive... ohh!” Jane was so proud of how clever she was being, that she hadn't realized Michael had lowered his head again. The sensation of his tongue between her pussy cut her sentence off, as she gasped in pleasure.

  “Jane, are you okay?”

  “Yes.” Jane responded, as she exhaled. “Just...just stepped on something, must have, oh, dropped a pin earlier.”

  Jane was having trouble speaking while Michael lapped away at her. She knew she should stop him or let Annie go, but after the excitement of seeing the Baxters, Jane was in a bit of a mood. The thought of being pleasured discretely while chatting with a friend made her cunnie tingle.

  Michael knew from experience that talking was difficult while your spouse had their tongue all over your genitals, and decided that turnabout was fair play.

  “Are you okay.” Annie asked.

  “Fine. More than fine.” Jane told her friend, trying to keep her voice even as not to signal anything out of the ordinary was going on. “How are you, dear?”

  “Weekend was nice, but two days with Sam is enough. I like the time I have to myself when he’s at work.” Annie admitted.

  “I can see that.” Jane agreed, “though there are some days, gasp, I can't get enough. Sometimes… I just want it to...continue forever.”

  Michael took the cue and didn't rush. He kept his tongue working at a steady pace, up and down, lightly brushing her cunnie, just the way she liked.

  “You seem distracted, dear.” Annie inquired.

  “Just, just cleaning up. Had my cousin IN.” Jane punctuated the word in, an Michael immediately complied, sliding two fingers inside of her.

  “Oh, that reminds me, I still have your pie dish.” Annie had kept the remains of Jane’s baking after She and her husband Sam had invited them over for dinner.

  “Oh.” Jane reacted to Michael’s combined effort of twisting his fingers deep inside of her while licking her clit.

  “Can I get your recipe? Sam just adores your pie!”

  “I'm glad Sam enjoyed my pie, I know Michael loves it. He absolutely loves my pie.” Jane was starting to breath quite heavily, the thrill of such provocative talk under such an innocent guise was a new level of excitement for her.

  “Well I should say so, he was bragging about it to all the guys last time Sam had a poker game. I'm pretty sure everyone there wanted a taste after how Michael described it.” Annie told her. “I felt bad that they all had to settle for my muffins.”

  Jane had to stifle a laugh. Michael had caught most of that, and couldn't help but think that if he wasn't so happily married, he would love a shot at Annie’s muffins. But such thoughts, as much fun as they were, weren't appropriate for a married man, not when he had such a gorgeous wife of his very own. He redoubled his efforts, licking his wife and sliding his fingers in and out of her soaking pussy.

  “Now that I think about, I don't know why Michael didn't take the pie plate home with him that night.”

  “You've really got to, ummphh, tell Michael things directly for him to, uggh, do them.” Jane was struggling to sound normal, as she could feel an orgasm building.

  “Sam is the same way. Something could be right in front of him, but he wouldn't know it was there unless I told him.” Annie complained.

  “Yes, right there! Right there!” Jane enthusiastically agreed. Michael took the not so subtle hint and continued to lick in the small circles he had started doing.

  “I guess all men are just as bad..” Annie said. “

  “Yes.Yes. So bad.” Jane panted.

  “Jane?” Annie asked.

  “Oh god!” Jane screamed, as she tried to cover the receiver with her hand.

  “JANE?” The concern in Annie’s voice evident.

  “I'll….call you…. Back.” She managed, as her orgas
m built. Jane tried to hang up the phone, but it was too far. She dropped the receiver, and reached back hoping she could at least push the lever to disconnect from Annie. As she reached, she arched her back, thrusting her breasts out. Michael reached up and squeezed one with his hand, as his mouth continued to work it's magic.

  “Please. Michael. Let me...oh, oh!” Jane knew Annie had to still be listening. If the situation was reversed, and she thought her friend was in distress, she wouldn't have hung up. But despite knowing her friend and next door neighbour could hear her, she couldn't hold things in any longer. The night had been so unusual, so titillating, that she couldn't control herself. She yelled as her orgasm hit her, calling out and swearing like she had never done before.

  “MICHAEL! Fuck, YES! God! Ugghh, lick it, LICK IT, FUCK!” She cried out, and then collapsed back down to the floor.

  Michael got up, picked up the phone, and simply said “Jane will call you back tomorrow.” Before hanging it up.

  Jane winced at the thought of having to explain this to Annie.

  Andrea At Makeout Point

  As Greg turned onto a main street, he turned to Andrea. “Y’know how some calendars put Sunday at the start of the week?”

  “Most do these days, I think.” Andrea agreed, completely baffled at what Greg could possibly be talking about.

  “Well, I was just thinking, if today's the first day of a new week, then technically you haven't done your duties yet.” Greg motioned down to the erection that had been causing a tent in his pants ever since he watched Donna Baxter blow her husband.

  “Greg! I’ve already done that twice this week!” Andrea had actually made a point of taking care of Greg on Wednesday and Friday night, knowing they were going to have dinner with Jane and Michael. She had hoped that by doing her wifely duties ahead of time, she could avoid having a repeat of the last time she had been over to Jane’s for dinner.

  Andrea understood it was her job to take care of her man, but she still felt odd that she had done it in front of Michael. She wasn't an exhibitionist, so the memory was actually quite embarrassing. She would have felt even worse had realized that while she had been performing fellatio on Greg, he had deliberately exposed her to Michael. He had lifted her dress and gave him a clear and prolonged view of her cunnie. Regardless, despite the unusual turn the night had taken, she had managed to avoid any further public embarrassment, so in that way her plan has worked.

  Greg asking for her to perform fellatio wasn't completely unexpected. Even Andrea had been a bit turned on by what they had witnessed earlier. She wasn't keen on giving Greg a third blowjob, but she could understand his request. And the idea of getting it over with, and not having to do it again for over a week was a bit appealing.

  “Come on honey, you know how uncomfortable erections make me, and I've had this one for a while.” He complained.

  “Fine, but that's it till next Sunday, no pressuring me next weekend when you want another one!” Andrea clarified.

  “Hot dog!” Greg exclaimed and began steering with his knees, as he undid his zipper.

  “Greg!” Andrea cried out in shock. “What are you doing?!”

  Greg was very confused, “You just said you were going to do your wifely duty.”

  “Not in the car! When we get home!” She explained.

  “Honey, I can't wait that long. It aches so much right now.”

  “I don't care what you saw tonight, I'm not putting on a public display like that Baxter lady did.” Andrea was horrified even the thought.

  “Public? Honey, we couldn't be more private. Who is going to see us as we past them at this speed?” Greg was determined to get some road head.

  “I don't know…” Despite her tone, Andrea was still considering it. It was unfair for a guy to witness what they had and not get some relief. And Andrea had to admit she had egged Donna on, so she had to bear some responsibility with the situation.

  “Andrea, sweetie, please. Look at him, look at how much he needs you.” Greg had pulled his penis out of his pants, and she could see his stout erection. It did look like he needed a hand.

  “Okay, but remember, this is it for the week.” She lowered her head into his lap and licked his shaft.

  Greg moaned as she took hold of him with one hand, and guided his cock into her mouth. As his wife bobbed her head up and down, Greg did his best to keep his eyes on the road. It was not an easy task, but he was rewarded when he saw a sign for Hanover point. He knew it from his younger days, when they had called it make out point.

  So, with his wife distracted with his dick in her mouth, he turned the car and drove up the dark road.

  It wasn't until he had pulled into the parking lot that Andrea released his cock from between her lips and looked up.

  “Where are we?” She asked.

  “Make out point. I thought maybe we could have a little bit of fun, we never did break in the back seat.” He gave her a wink.

  Andrea looked around, there were several cars in the small lot overlooking the town. She had never done anything more than a little bit of necking in the backseat of a car, and given the amount of people around, she wasn't inclined to do even that.

  “There’s, there's a lot of people.” She told him.

  “Teenagers making out, none of them are even going to give us a second glance.” He countered.

  “Greg, I don't think this is a good idea.” She flat out told him.

  “You're right, but only because it is a great idea.” He laughed. “I'll tell you what, if you're willing to hop in the back with me for a little bit, we can get the windows good and steamy, and no one will be able to see a thing.”

  Andrea didn't exactly see a compromise in what he said, but she also knew her husband well enough that he was going to push this and she really didn't have the energy to argue. She had planned on making love to him when they had gotten home, so it wasn't like she didn't want to, she just wasn't planning on doing in the backseat of a car.

  “Okay, but we’re not doing any of the really good stuff until no one can see in.” She told him.

  “And who gets to define what the really good stuff is?” He teased.

  Andrea started to climb up and over the seat into the back. Half way over, her backside was sticking out and Greg couldn't resist giving her a little slap on the behind. Andrea giggled, appreciating his playfulness.

  After Greg climbed into the back seat, Andrea shifted so they were beside each other, but with her legs across his lap. He leaned in and kissed her. She kissed him back, and shortly the two were French kissing like teenagers.

  Greg reached behind Andrea, and started to undo the zipper. “Wait. Wait!”

  Andrea looked, the glass had started to fog up, and she was having trouble seeing any details of the other cars within her line of sight. Still, the car seemed to be made up of nothing but windows and she felt very exposed.

  “Sweetie, no one can see us. At most, they'll see the car rocking, but most of them won't even see that, they're too busy trying to do what we’re doing.” Greg tried to alleviate her fears.

  “Are you sure?” She asked. It was a silly question, and she already knew what he was going to say, but she needed to hear it anyway. She wanted to have sex with him, she couldn't deny that like him, seeing Donna and her husband had been exciting, but she was worried. She had performed fellatio in a movie theatre only to have been seen by the usher, and then she had done it again in front of her cousin and Michael. The last thing she wanted was to spotted in a public park and labeled as a sex pervert. She needed him to assure her what they were doing was normal.

  “Andrea, honey. I'm sure.” The couple looked into each other's eyes, and then leaned in and resumed kissing.

  Greg made another, more successful attempt on her dress zipper. He got it half way down her back and then grabbed the front and pulled it down, exposing her bra. He reached behind her yet again, and began to undo it.

  “Greg, must you?” Andrea asked, again worried
about being seen.

  “You know I love to look at your breasts. Don't hide them, show them off for me.” Without waiting a moment longer, he undid her strap and pulled her bra free.

  Her breasts were magnificent. If he had to be truthful, Greg would admit that Jane had a larger chest size, and possibly even a nicer shape, but even still, these were fantastic tits, and ones he was allowed to touch.