Wifely Duties Omnibus: Collecting books 1-6

by PT Winters

  Jack smiled. He wasn’t overly well endowed, but based on his time in locker rooms, he was confident enough. That she didn’t have a reference point was both reassuring and a little ego boosting. He reached out, took her hand and pulled close to his groin. She watched her hand, mesmerized as if she was watching someone else. Her fingers instinctively wrapped around his shaft. He gasped at her touch and she released him quickly, looking up to his face, concerned.

  Jack laughed, and so she did too. She reached out and took hold of his hard cock once more, and gently began stroking him.

  “Ohh Sally.” he groaned. That made her happy. She had barely begun and he was already enjoying what she was doing. She tightened her grip, but kept a slow, steady pace. He leaned in and kissed her, which she returned quite passionately. They necked for a while, her hand pumping away the entire time, until he stopped and pressed his forehead to hers. “I love you.” he told her.

  “And I love you.” she told him back. The pair stared into each other's eyes for a moment, lovingly, until he whispered, “Okay.”

  She understood what he meant and nodded ever so slightly as she agreed with a simple, “Okay.” She pulled up her dress just enough so she wouldn’t step on it, and dropped to her knees. She held his cock in her hands, and looked up at him, nervously. He stared into her big, beautiful green eyes and nodded. Sally looked back down as his cock, it seemed even larger this close to her face and she was scared.

  Up until a few minutes ago, she thought this was something only dirty girls did. Jack and Jane might have thought otherwise, but she wasn’t entirely sure. And once she did it, she knew she couldn’t undo it. If this is what made someone dirty, then she was about to become dirty. She could only hope Jane was right, and this was something women did for their men. She focused on that part, that taking care of her man. And that doing this would mean this was just be a new way of her being a good girl.

  She leaned forward and planted a closed mouth kiss on his tip. Jack watched as her red lips pressed against his cockhead, and had to fight the urge to thrust. He wanted nothing more than to spread her lips and slide his cock deep within her mouth but he also knew how hesitant she was. That doing that wouldn’t help either of them in the long run. Instead he simply watched as she kissed him again, and again, all around the head of his cock.

  Sally kissed her way down his shaft, stopping to debate for just a second if good girls also sucked on balls, only to decide that even if they did, she didn’t. So she kissed her way back up the other side of his length. When she got back to his tip, Sally kissed it again, this time with open lips, closing them and pulling them together as they slid as across crown. She licked her lips and repeated the motion, causing him to groan.

  Sally glanced back up at him, looking for approval. Jack thrust forward, just slightly. Enough to part her lips. When she didn’t back away or break eye contact, he shifted his pelvis a bit more until the entire head of his cock was engulfed by her mouth. It was only then that he nodded his approval and she responded by flicking her tongue back and forth across his tip several times, before releasing it from her mouth. She then licked her way down his shaft slowly. As she was dragging her tongue back up, Jack had to bite his. For a woman that was so seemingly reluctant, she sure seemed experienced at what she was doing, but telling her that would only upset her. Sally was clearly doing this for him, and he appreciated the level of enthusiasm she was bring to the task.

  Sally continued to lovingly lick his shaft, up and down each side, around the crown and back to the shaft again. I was affectionate and erotic, but after a few minutes her inexperience was showing. Not that Jack was very experienced himself, he had made out with several girls as a teenager, and even had one engage in some heavy petting that had made him ejaculate through his pants. He hadn’t ever had a woman do anything like what Sally was doing now though. As a guy, however he instinctively knew what he liked, and she had hardly used her hands thus far and had barely taken him inside her mouth. He decided it was time for a little more guidance.

  Jack reached down and with one hand gently guided her mouth back to the crown of his cock. WIth his other hand, he took hold of the base of his shaft and held it so his cock pressed against the lips. “Honey, I’m going to make love to your mouth now.” he told her sweetly.

  She looked up, her eyes wide. Start? She thought. What did he think she had been doing all this time? She wondered. She was about to ask when her mouth filled with his dick. She had taken the crown into her mouth a few moments earlier, but this was something more. Much more. He was being slow and tender, but his crown was already hitting the roof of her mouth and she was having to open wider as he continued to push it in deeper. Just when she thought she was going to gag, he began to pull back out. That wasn’t too bad, she thought, but even as that thought passed through her mind, he was pushing his dick back in. Again her mouth filled with cock, even more this time and slightly faster.

  Jack was having to really restrain himself. Her mouth felt amazing, and his primal instincts were to begin hammering away at it. But he did truly love her, and he didn’t want to take advantage of her. At least, not any more than he already was. He quickened his pace slightly, but he was still moving in and out of her face fairly slowly, gently stroking her hair as he did. “Oh Sally, Oh god.” he moaned. “You’re a good girl, you’re such a good girl.”

  Hearing those words was encouraging. Maybe Jack was right, maybe this was something special between one man and one woman. At least it was for her. She knew she didn’t want to be doing this to other men, and she certainly didn’t want other women doing this to Jack! She reached up and took of his cock with a hand, stopping him from his slow but steady movements. He was disappointed of course, he had just started to really feel a build up, and to have it cut short was disappointing. That said he was happy to have gotten as far as he had, it certainly wasn’t what he had been expecting to be doing after the game. He was just about to thank her, when she began to bob her head up and down. The sudden change of pace was thrilling, she was moving much faster than he had dared!

  As Sally’s head bobbed, she formed a tight seal around his cock with her lips. She was determined that if this was going to be a special bond between them, then she was going to do it right. It had seemed the more of his dick that was in her mouth, the more he enjoyed it, which made sense. If a little felt good, a lot probably felt even better. So Sally took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. Silvia began to drip down her chin, and she would have been concerned about her dress, but she could feel it dripping off her face and onto her the open part of top, landing on her ample chest. She pulled off him, taking a deep breath as her airway cleared, and looked up at him once more.

  “I’m...you’re liking this?” she asked hesitantly.

  “Honey, I’m loving this. Almost as much as I love you.” he told her, leaned over to kiss her lips. She kissed him back, playfully biting his lip. He pulled away, and she took the hint, and engulfed his cock once more. She stroked and bobbed, the quiet room seeming to echo the wet slurping sounds she was now making. Jack reached down, and gently but firmed pushed her head down, encouraging her to deepthroat him once more. She complied and as he watched his soon to be wife devour his cock, he couldn’t help but think about how happy his married life was going to be if she was willing to do this much, this soon, into their physical relationship. He held the back of her head and shifted forward just a touch more, forcing himself deeper still, for just a moment before releasing her.

  Sally came off his dick, drawing a huge breath before diving right back down on it, this time using her hand to stroke his shaft as her tongued licked his tip, her lips seeming to be everywhere her hand wasn’t as she pistoned up and down his length. “Oh god, honey.” he cried at the sudden, intense pleasure. His release was building and he felt it only fair to warn her, ”Honey, I’m...I’m going to finish soon.”

  “Mmmpphhh?” Sally was so surprised, she tried to say something before
taking his penis out of her mouth. She released it, and repeated herself. “Not in my mouth Jack. I couldn’t possibly do that!”

  “You...you mean to say I’m making love to your mouth, but you don’t like what we’re making?” he asked.

  She didn’t know how to respond. She hadn’t considered it that way at all. She simply didn’t want to have to swallow his load, as she had heard from some other girls back when she was in school that it was gross. But if it was the result of their “mouth-love making” she couldn’t possibly refuse. That would be tantamount to rejecting him. “No...I just, I mean, of course.” she told him, “Keep making love to my mouth, and I’ll, I’ll... I’ll take everything you have to give.”

  Jack took one last look at Sally. On her knees, with a fair bit of cleavage exposed in her red polka dress, her red hair was tousled and her large green eyes beaconed him. He guided his hard cock back to her mouth and began pumping. Sally tried to suck and lick, but it quickly began apparent that she couldn’t keep up with his thrusting. She simply did what she could to take him. His thrusting creating a sloppy, wet noise that competed with the moaning his movements were forcing out of her.

  “Oh, fuck, Sally. You. are. A. GOOD. GIRL!” Jack moaned as he rammed her mouth. Months of dating and lusting after her were coming to a head, their first physical encounter was coming to a head and the “love” his body was making was coming to his “head”.

  Then suddenly he couldn’t hold it back no longer. “My good girl!!!!” he cried out as he came.

  Sally did what she could to accept it, but having never seen a man ejaculate before, let alone have one do it in her mouth, she wasn’t fully prepared. She did swallow some, though that was mainly due to the fact that he had fired it down her throat. The rest however poured from her mouth and dripped onto her chest. She could feel it roll across her cleavage even as he continued to fuck her mouth with abandon. He was in heaven, groaning loudly as her mouth overflowed. She could only hope that any stain on her dress would be on one of the white polka dots, where it would be less noticeable.

  When Jack was finally spent, he backed away, his member still dripping. He looked down at his fiancee. Her hair was even more of a mess, she had spit and semen dribbling from her face and her chest glistened. Her dress had several wet spots on it, where the mix of fluids had dripped or pooled.

  “Honey?” Sally asked, looking up at him in her dishevelled state. She had caught her breath, and his passionate actions having abated, she was beginning to doubt her decision. Jack thought she looked both sexy and filthy and was tempted to make a joke about her being a “dirty girl”. He knew how insecure she was however, and how a joke like that at this point would both upset her and kill any chance of a repeated performance.

  “Oh god sweetie, that was amazing.” He told her.

  “Really?” she asked, smiling though a complete mess.

  “Really. I love you.” he reassured her. “And I’m so glad I’m going to be able to show like this from now on.”

  Sally got up to and headed to the bathroom to clean herself up. She was halfway there that she realized she had no idea how often men needed to this sort of release. She was going to have to find Jane and ask how often she let her husband make love to her mouth…

  Sam Learns by Doing

  Earlier that day Jane Smith came out of her front door to find her husband. Michael was in the driveway, pulling his toolkit from the trunk of their Chevy. “Well don't you look pretty!” He told her, referring to the blue dress that showcase her figure wonderfully. The buxom brunette was headed to a football game at her former high school, and had come out to say goodbye.

  “Thank you.” She told him, with a kiss to his cheek. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in for a proper, passionate kiss. “No, I mean you look Very. Pretty.” He told her, separating his words to emphasis just how attractive he found her at the moment.

  “Oh you.” She laughed as her friend Barbara pulled into the driveway. Jane gave him a final kiss and walked around to the passenger side of Barbara’s car. Barbara leaned out the driver side window, “You sure you can't join us?”

  Michael approached the car, “Afraid I can’t, promised Sam next door I'd help him fix his pick up.” He waved the pair goodbye and Barbara backed her car onto the street and drove away. As he turned back to his tools, Sam appeared in the driveway next door. The men nodded to each other, and a moment later Michael was popping open the hood to Sam’s pick up.

  “Appreciate you giving me a hand, Mikey!” Sam said.

  “Don’t even think about it, Sam.” Michael politely dismissed him, “If a guy doesn't help his neighbour, then what the heck kind of man is he?”

  “Now let's take a look at the baby.”

  The pair spent nearly 15 minutes before they identified the issue as being one of the spark plugs. “Just have to remove each one and check them, if we can't figure how fix to the problem one, than at the very least we'll be able to order you a new one.” Michael told Sam.

  “Now the key to removing a spark plug is to…” Michael started to remove one as he spoke, but Sam stopped him.

  “Mind if I do it?” Sam asked, “I need to do it. Otherwise I won't learn.”

  “Of course.” Michael agreed. It probably would have been easier to show him first and then let him do it, but he appreciated where Sam was coming from. The man wanted to learn how to do it for himself, rather than have to impose on his neighbour if the issue ever came up again. A half an hour later, the men were finished, and Sam was insisting Michael come in for a beer.

  “I made you miss the game, the least I can do is get you a cold one.” Sam told him as he entered his house. Michael followed, but stopped just inside the door to remove his shoes. Sam continued on into the kitchen, and where is wife Annie was preparing a roast. “Did you ask Michael? Or did you chicken out?” she asked.

  “Asked me what?” Michael asked, as he joined the pair in the kitchen.

  “Oh goodness! Sam, why didn’t you...I mean, nothing, nothing.” Annie said, clearly flustered by Michael’s appearance.

  “Did I do something?” Michael asked.

  Annie looked at Sam, blushed and ran out of the kitchen to hide in the living room.

  “Annie, Come on Annie, don’t be like that!” Sam yelled after her. He shook his head and open the fridge, pulled out two beers and pointed to bottle opener on the counter behind Michael. He grabbed it, and the pair sat down at the kitchen table. Sam placed a beer on the table in front of Michael, held a hand out for the opener, and opened both beers. He handed Michael one, lifted the other and said, “To wives. And all we do for them.”

  The men clinked their bottles and Sam threw back half of his in one go. Michael just watched, wondering what was going on with Annie.

  “Mikey. It seems my Annie was on the phone with your Jane the other night and well, it sounded like Jane was having a real good time.” Sam explained. Michael started to smile. He had gone down on Jane while she had been talking on the phone, and things had gotten a bit passionate, to the point that Jane had a very vocal orgasm without hanging up the phone. “Yeah, sorry about that Sam. Jane and I, well… you know.” Michael tried to explain.

  “Actually, I don’t.” Sam said bluntly. “I don’t know what you were doing over there, but it got my Annie, well…” he took another gulp of beer, “...I ain’t never be able to get her to where it was you got Janie there. Don’t get me wrong, my Annie’s not neglected, I’ve given it to her right good, but… Hell Michael. Annie wants to know what you were doing to your wife, so I can do it to her.”

  Michael wasn’t sure what to say. Sam was clearly very uncomfortable with this conversation and now suddenly so was he. Instead of trying to say anything, he downed half of his beer too as Sam continued, “Annie said Jane was yelling about... licking, so can I ask, was just your tongue or were you using your…” Sam tilted his head a couple times quickly, indicating he was talking about Michael’s penis. “Or fingers? Or were
you using one of those plug in thingys?”

  Michael started to laugh. “No, no, nothing like that Sam.” he assured him. “I was just using my tongue.”

  Sam eyed him, not believing him. “What the hell were you doing with it? I mean, is there a trick you can show me?”

  “No trick, but you need to figure out what Annie likes. I could tell you what Jane likes, but it wouldn’t necessarily apply to Annie.” Michael explained. Sam thought he would like to know what Jane liked. He would like to know a lot about her body given how gorgeous she was, but that wasn’t appropriate thing to tell a man about his wife. Instead he asked, “and how do I do that?”

  “Well, the best thing is to just try a bit of everything, you just have to keep track of her reactions.” Michael explained. “When you, ahem, go down, you need to…”

  “Hold up a second there Mikely, I need to learn by doing.” Janie, get in here!” he hollered for his wife. Annie had been in the living room listening and stepped into the kitchen, though she was unable to make eye contact with Michael.