Wifely Duties Omnibus: Collecting books 1-6

by PT Winters

  “Honey, it’s okay. Michael here is going to give us some tips.” Sam told her, patting the seat next to his. She walked around the table and sat down.

  “Sam, I’m not sure…” Michael tried to explain he wasn’t exactly comfortable talking about this in front of Annie, but Sam held out a hand, indicating for Michael to wait.

  “Annie, Michael says he, well he used his tongue on Jane. That he, “ he looked at Michael to make sure he was using the right words, “...went down on her. That’s what made her, make those noises.”

  “Sam.” Annie disapproving tone was quite evident.

  “Annie, you said this was important to you. Right?” he asked her.

  “Yes.” she said, looking at the floor.

  “And didn’t you say you wanted to feel the way Jane felt?”

  Annie blushed and whispered, “Yes. I heard her...I heard her telling Michael to lick it and I can’t stop thinking about it. Am I a pervert?”

  “No, no!” Michael assured her. “Jane loves it when I, um lick her. Almost as much as I enjoy her doing that for me every week.”

  “She does that for you every week?” Annie said, surprised.

  Michael smirked, first Jane, then Andrea, now Annie, he wondered how many women he was going to be able to convince that they had a duty to perform fellatio on their men.

  It had started out almost as a joke, and he hadn’t expected it to last, but here he was, months later, still enjoying a weekly blowjob and the concept was spreading to other couples. If he could find a way to patent the idea, he’d make a killing from all the husbands in America.

  “Of course, it is one of her wifely duties after all.” he told her, “I bring out the garbage every week right?” Michael continued before Annie had a chance to realize he had just effectively compared his chores to his wife’s sexual responsibilities. “So no, you are not a pervert, simply a woman with needs. Sam, have you tried the alphabet technique?”

  “Wait, Annie I need you to hike up your dress.” Sam told his wife.

  “Sam, I don't think I can… I mean, we can't, with Michael right here.” She tried to object. “It won't be… private.”

  “Nonsense, I’m sure he will promise to be discreet.” Sam told her. She clearly wasn’t convinced, telling him, “I...I can’t. I just can’t, I’m sorry!.”

  Michael waved off her concerns. “I have a suggestion, Why don’t you two go into the living room and I’ll stay here. I can talk Sam through it, without ever seeing either of you.”

  That did sound better to Annie. It was still far more public than she wanted, sex was something that between a woman and her husband, so she didn’t like the idea of Michael knowing what they were doing. But, if she thought about it, he already knew she had sex with Sam.. He might not usually know when specifically they were doing it, but he had to already know they did. This was just an extension of that. He’d know, but he still wouldn’t see. She stood up and said, “Umm, maybe, okay.”

  Sam and Annie went into the living room. Michael could hear the pair whispering but couldn’t make out the words until Sam told her, “Just ask him.:

  “Umm, Michael?” Annie called out, her voice betraying her nervousness. “Do I...Do I have be, I mean, should I take off all my clothes?”

  “Not if you don’t want to.” He assured her. “Just take off your panties and lie down.”

  Michael couldn't see it, but Sam enjoyed the sight of Annie nervously lifting up her dress, reaching under the hem and wiggling her hips as she pulled her panties down. Once off, she stepped out of them and laid down on the floor, her feet towards Sam.

  Sam lifted her dress, and Annie's hand fired down to hold the material from being raised too high. Sam ducked his head under the material. “Oh my!” Annie gasped as she felt her husband's tongue on her cunnie.

  “I take Sam has stated?” Michael called out from the next room. “Annie? Sam’s going to have his, well his mouth full, so I need you to talk to me, okay?”

  “Oh, I, yes.” she said a bit flustered. Sam had never made her scream like Jane had, but she did enjoy his oral attentions. “Yes, he’s li..he started.”

  “Now Sam, with you tongue, draw an A.” Michael instructed. Annie didn't react much, so Michael added “Just use the tip of your tongue.”

  Sam drew the “A” between his wife's pussy lips a second time. She gasped and curled her hands into fists.

  “Annie? Did that feel nice?” Michael asked.

  “Yes, it.. It was very nice.” She admitted.

  “Okay, I need you to let Sam know that somehow,” he told her, “ideally, something vocal so I can tell too.”

  “Oh I couldn't possibly! I'm not one of those kinds of woman.” she told both men.

  “You don’t have to sound like you’re in a stag film Annie, but a moan or a humm will let Sam know when he’s doing something right. I don’t need to hear it, but Sam does.” Michael told her, “Now Sam, try again with a B.”

  Sam ran his tongue up a straight line between his wife’s lips and then the two curved ones. Annie didn’t react in anyway Michael could tell.

  “Annie, how was that?” he asked.

  “It was, it was nice.” she told him. “But… but it’s not going to make me scream like Jane did.”

  “Okay, good. Sam try a C now.” He instructed his friend. Annie gave out a small gasp.

  “Now a D.” Michael walked them through several more letters, Annie gasping here or there, but nothing earth shattering like she had hoped. By the time they got to J, Sam pulled himself out from under Annie’s dress. “I don’t think this is working.”

  “Annie, how are you liking things?” Michael asked, frustrated he couldn’t see what was happening and give better instructions. It was even more frustrating for Annie, who really didn’t want to complain. Of course Sam’s tongue feels nice, she thought but it should feel way nicer, given there are two men focused on my pleasure. That thought stirred something in her. Even if Michael wasn’t actually touching her, she had a second man trying to make her scream in pleasure. It was exciting, she hadn’t had two men total, having married Sam just out of high school. Now having two simultaneously, even if one was a room removed, made her wet. “I’m, I think we should keep trying.” she told the men, trying to keep the new sense of lust out of her voice.

  “You heard the lady Sam, give K a try.” Michael called into the living room.

  Sam pulled up Annie dress, so she was naked from the waist down. He had expected her to argue about being uncomfortable and he was going to argue back about how hot it was under the material, but she didn’t say a word. So he lowered his head and with the tip of his tongue drew a straight line down between her lips. She hummed softly, enjoying the feeling as much as the thought two men servicing her. Sam drew the next line, a diagonal up and to the right, Annie moaned loudly. Sam drew the next one, running his tongue diagonally again, this time down and to the right. Without realizing it, Annie called out, “Oh god.”

  “Sam, that was K right? Seems like she liked it! Try L” Michael called out.

  Annie was mortified. She hadn’t meant to be so loud, but Sam’s tongue on her pussy was feeling so nice, as was the thought of Michael joining them. As Sam’s long ran up her pussy once more, she clasped both her hands over her mouth to muffle any noise.

  “Nothing for L huh? Try M!” Michael instructed. Sam complied even as Michael was still speaking, and Annie couldn’t hold in her reaction. Another man’s voice while Sam licked her was more exciting than anything she had ever done. “Oh, yes. YES.”

  “That’s it Sam, K, M, it’s the diagonal movement, try an A again, without the centre line.”

  Sam did as he was told, licking his wife up and to the left then up and to the right. “Oh fuck, Sam.” she cried. He repeated it again and again. “Yes, keep doing that.”

  Michael was starting to get hard, and knowing Jane wasn’t going to be home to take care of him, debated pulling out his cock and masturbating. He decided a
gainst it, as it would be a bit rude to ejaculate on your neighbour’s clean kitchen floor.

  Annie had started to buck her hips, and grab at her breasts, pinching her nipples through her top. “Michael, oh fuck, How….often do you, OH god, do this for Jane?” she asked through her moaning, more the get Michael talking than anything.

  “Oh, every few weeks. Though I guess that isn’t really fair given she takes care of me every week.” he told them.

  “Every week? She...sucks your cock every week?” Annie asked. Sam stopped for just a moment as he registered the language his wife used. It was very unlike her, which he took to be a good sign in the this situation. He took hold of his wife’s hips and he resumed his licking. Annie pulled her top down and began roughly squeeze her tits. She was pretending Michael was grabbing her as Sam continued to lap away at her pussy.

  “Umm, yeah.” Michael hesitantly admitted, “Sometimes, sometimes we take care of each other. At the same time, I mean.”

  Sam slid a finger into her pussy, still licking as he pumped it in and out of her. “OH FUCK!” Annie cried. She started thinking about Sam fucking her and Michael sucking on her breasts. She started moaning loudly, no longer caring who heard her. She thought that if Michael came into the room, she let him join, she’d take his hard cock and ram it into her pussy or even suck it into her mouth. Sam curled his finger up, inside her and suddenly she couldn’t hold back. “FUCK. GOD. YES!” she screamed, “LICK MY FUCKING PUSSY!”

  Michael almost laughed, seemed Annie got exactly what she wanted. He wasn’t sure if Sam was done pleasuring her or if she was going to take care of Sam or what, but he figured that was a good place to excuse himself. Now it was a matter of whether he could wait till Jane got home or if he was going to take care of things alone while he had the house to himself.

  Barbara in the Obedience Corner

  “I don't see why this couldn't wait until tomorrow.” Michael told Jane as he pulled the car in front of Barbara’s house.”Oh hush,” Jane told him. “No one else minds. And I won't be two minutes.”

  Michael’s car was full. He was driving and his gorgeous wife Jane was beside him, with a cake tray in her lap. He watched as she got out of the car, wondering how her large breasts hadn't knocked the cake and cover off the tray as she moved.

  “We don't mind at all.” Andrea said from the back seat. Andrea was Jane’s cousin, another pretty brunette, though not quite as well endowed in the chest as Jane was. With her was her husband Greg, the foursome were headed out for dinner, but Jane had insisted they swing by Barbara’s home to return a cake plate she had borrowed, complete with a freshly baked cake Jane had made as a thank you.

  Michael and Greg both watched Jane’s magnificent backside as she made her way up the walk to Barbara’s door.

  Jane awkwardly shifted the cake tray to one hand and knocked on the door. There was no answer. She waited patiently, even turning back to the car and smiling at one point, to see the three watching her. She knocked again, and waited. Eventually, the door opened a crack. “Yes?”

  Jane could make out Barbara’s eye, but not much more, the door was open so little.

  “Barbara! I'm returning your cake tray.” Jane told her.

  “Oh, okay. Um, this really isn’t a good time.” Barbara whispered.

  “Is everything okay?” Jane asked, concerned.

  “Yes, yes, just… Pass me the tray and I'll talk to you tomorrow.” Barbara told her quickly. She reached out without opening the door any more.

  “I can't turn the tray, I made you a cake as a thank you.” Jane told her friend, “Just let me in for a second and I'll put it down.”

  Barbara seemed very hesitant for some reason, looking away for a moment as she debated what to do. Finally she opened the door and Jane stepped inside.

  Jane put the cake down on the hall table and turned to see Barbara hiding behind the open door. “Barbara?” She asked, concerned. “What's going on?”

  “Nothing,” Barbara lied, but quickly realized Jane wasn't going to leave without an explanation. “Everything is okay, it just… I told Freddy about our conversation with Sally eariler. And he pointed out how rude I was being.”

  “And?” Jane asked, still confused.

  “And…” Barbara began, as she closed the door. She was completely nude. “And he put me in the dispbencience corner!”

  Barbara had confessed to Jane once that, like Michael, her husband would sometimes spank her if she was in need of a correction. Unlike Michael however, if Barbara had been particularly naughty, Freddy would make her stand in the corner nude before he administered the spanking. At the time, Jane had found the news quite shocking. To see it playing out however, was a new level of surprise.

  “Oh my.” Jane said.

  “Yeah, now please go before I get into any more trouble.” Barbara pleaded. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Barbara peered out, and turned back to Jane. “Are you with someone? There is a woman in a black dress outside.”

  “Oh dear, that's my cousin Andrea.” Jane said, moving Barbra to the side and pulling Andrea in quickly.

  “What is going on?” Andrea asked.

  “What are you doing here?” Barbara asked.

  “Maybe you should go back to the car Andrea, I'll explain in a bit.” Jane tries to tell her cousin.

  “Why is your friend completely nude?!”Andrea asked.

  “Please, just go back to your car.” Barbara begged.

  “I can't, the men sent me in to see why a naked woman walked across her living room and let Jane in.” Andrea explained. Freddy would usually leave the blinds open as further punishment, as Barbara risked being seen when she made her way across the room from the corner to the couch when her spanking was to begin. Clearly, the men and Andrea had spotted her when she left the corner to answer the door.

  “You better go before…” Barbara was cut off by her husband’s yelling.

  “Barbara, I told you you could answer the door, not have a social gathering.” Freddy barked from the living room.

  “Go, please.” Barbara pleaded.

  Just then there was another knock on the door. Andrea opened it this time and let in Michael and Greg.

  “What is going on in here?” Michael asked. Barbara used her hands to cover herself as best she could, one hand In over her cunnie, the other arm across her breasts, but Greg was still getting quite the eyeful.

  “Please!” Barbara repeated, desperate to get the entire group gone.

  “Barbara, come in here right now!” Freddy bellowed. Barbara turned still trying to cover herself, and headed into the living room. Jane and Andrea followed, with Greg and Michael quickly behind them.

  “Jesus woman, did you invite the entire neighborhood in to watch you get paddled?” Freddy asked her as the group filed into the room. “What’s the meaning of this?”

  “Jane was just returning cake tray.” Barbara tried to explain. She stood in front of Freddy, with her arms stilling trying to maintain her modesty, her body bent forward slightly as she tried to make her cunnie even less visible. The position had the unintended effect of highlighting her bottom to the men. “And then Andrea…”

  Freddy cut her off with a wave of his hand. “I don’t recall saying you could cover up.” he told her.

  “Wha?” Barbara asked, confused. “But there are...people here.”

  “People you let in.” Freddy stated, matter of factly. “Put your hands back down or you’ll just be adding to your spanking.” That gave Barbara pause. She didn’t want to move her arms, but she also knew she was in for quite the spanking. She had deliberately picked on Sally, and then had been foolish enough to tell her husband. Part of her regretted saying anything, though a large part of her knew she had admitted it because she felt guilty about what she had done and knew Freddy wouldn’t allow her to get away with it. She put her arms down, though wasn’t sure what to do with them and adjust them several times before settling for clasping them behind her back and putting
her head down.

  Greg and Michael soaked in Barbara’s nude body. She was a tiny woman compared to their taller wives, her breasts smaller, but her nipples much puffier. Her public hair was black and bushy, and Greg could not help but stare at it, trying to see the femininity that it hid.

  “Well, if you wanted an audience, you’ve got it.” Freddy told her, and patted his lap, signalling her to lie across it.

  Barbara climbed onto Freddy’s lap, her bare bottom facing the group. “Now tell the group what you did.”

  “I...I was mean to Jane’s friend Sally.” Barbara admitted. Freddy waited a moment for more, but when further explanation didn’t come, he prompted her, “and how were you mean…”