Wifely Duties Omnibus: Collecting books 1-6
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“I...I kept talking about sex, about fellatio, about...blowjobs, when I knew she was uncomfortable with it.” Barbara admitted. She normally wasn’t so shy about talking about oral sex, but then again she normally wasn’t nude in front of friends or strangers like she was now.
“You’ve been a very bad girl.” Freddy told her. “Very bad. And what happens to bad girls?”
Barbara lowered her head. She knew what Freddy wanted to hear, but it was embarrassing to say in front of others. Especially as she knew her answer would start her punishment. She took a deep breath, and with a sigh spoke, “Bad girls get spanked.”
Spank. Freddy’s hand came down on her left cheek.
Greg and Michael were both surprised. Both men had spanked their wives, in fact both had done so for the first time relatively recently, so the concept of a grown woman getting spanked was something they were well aware of. What surprised them was the intensity of the swat. Or rather the lack of it. Freddy’s spank was pretty light. It was barely hard enough for Barbara to react to it. Their surprise turned to wonder quickly however, as his hand came down on her right cheek. And then her left cheek again. Freddy was lightly but rapidly spanking his wife. Both Greg and Michael had been much slower and harder when slapping their wives’ bottoms, having the woman count each spank. This was completely different, it was was non stop, and though not very hard, they could she Barbara's bare bottom already turning a little pink.
Greg couldn't stop staring. On top of the speed of the spanking astounding him, the constant wiggling Barbara was doing that was mesmerizing. Her bum, her legs and even her cunnie seemed to be moving constantly, almost inviting everyone to stare.
After several minutes, in which Barbara was silent save for the occasion minor whimper, Freddy stopped his paddling. “Are you sorry?” he asked.
“Yes sir. I'm very sorry. So very sorry for being a bad girl.” Barbara responded as he caressed her backside.
“I’m not convinced.” he told her, and resumed spanking his wife. Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank.
“I've, ouch, I've learned my lesson. I promise.” she pleaded with him. He wasn’t spanking any harder, but the brief respite seemed to only punctuate the stinging each swat gave. It was like a snowball rolling down a hill, gathering more flakes. Each spank wasn’t much, but the cumulative effect was such that each sting built on the last.
“You say you’ve learned your lesson, but really I think you’ve just realized you shouldn’t have told me, and that’s not actually learning anything.” he told her, the constant spank, spank, spank continuing as he chastised her.
Jane and Andrea winced in sympathy. Each had been spanked recently and was familiar with how tender it made one’s bottom. Andrea in particular empathized with Barbara’s predicament, having been spanked in front of others. Of course, she had been lucky enough that Greg had faced her away from Jane and Michael, so they didn’t see her bare cheeks. Barbara wasn’t as fortunate as her bottom and indeed her cunnie were facing the group. Almost on cue as Andrea thought that, Freddy slid a finger into his wife’s pussy.
“Freddy! No!” she yelled. This was too much, bad enough others had seen her nude and then spanked, but now he was inserting a finger inside her? She couldn’t bear the embarrassment. “No?” Freddy said as he pulled his finger out, it was clearly damp. “You haven’t learned a single thing, you're actually enjoying what’s happening!”
“No, It’s…” Barbara wanted to deny it, she was horribly embarrassed, but at the same time it was very exciting and her body reacted accordingly. “It’s not my fault.”
“And there we go again, always an excuse, you’ve learned nothing” he told her, and resumed his rapid spanking.
Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank.
“Do your wives need this much correction?” Freddy asked as he paddled his wife.
“Actually, 10 swats are usually enough.” Greg said.
“Ten? You hear that Barbara, your friends learn their lesson after 10!” he continued his swatting. Barbara’s bottom was becoming quite red. “How many times have I swatted your bottom? A thousand at least.”
“I’ve been bad, but I’m trying.” Barbara told him.
“Yes, I’ll give you that, you are trying.” Freddy stop spanking and slid his finger inside her again. She whimpered, as he continued, “and you always fess up to it.” His finger slid in and out a few times before he pulled it out and found her clit. He rubbed that with a finger, making her groan.
“But, you still need to do better!” he told her, and resumed his spanking. Barbara yelped as the pain resumed. She could feel Freddy’s hard erection poking into her, and though she couldn’t see it facing the way she was, she knew the other men would be hard too.
Greg and Michael were both sporting erections, the sight of Barbara’s toned ass turning red was exciting, and the obvious wetness dripping from her pussy only made it more so. Jane shifted uncomfortable, worried that Michael would want to spank her when they got home. It was something she still hadn’t come to terms with, given it was equally embarrassing and enjoyable for her. Andrea on the other hand was more worried Greg would spank her right then and there. He had a exhisbistionic streak in him that she fell victim to will alarming regularity.
Spank, spank, spank, spank. Freddy was relentless with his swats. Barbara as starting to involuntary kick a bit, unable to control her reactions.
“So dear, how are you going to make ammends?” Freddy asked.
“I’ll call Sally. I’ll call Sally first thing tomorrow, I promise.” She cried, “Please, I promise.”
Freddy could sense she was desperate for him to stop, and he did believe that she would call Sally to apologise. “Alright, then. That’s a good idea.” he told her as he stopped his spanking. “And I suppose you should get a reward for that then.”
Freddy drew circles around her pussy, not quite inserting his finger, wanting her to ask for it. Barbara did want him to finger her. The burning in her backside continued and she found that intensified her orgasms. She still objected to him doing in infront of people. He had once made her suck his cock in an alleyway, and she had been terrified at the time at the possibility of being seen. Now there was no possibility she wasn’t been seen. But she couldn’t deny what she felt.
“Please.” She whispered, “please Freddy.” He didn’t hesitate, sliding 2 fingers inside her with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. She reacted immediately. “Oh god. OH GOD! Freddy I’m going to, I‘M GOING TO...AAAAHHHHH!” Freddy gave her one last spank as she came.
The room was silent for a few beats.
“Okay, I think you’ve learned your lesson.” Freddy decided, finally letting Barbara off his lap. Her bottom was bright red, and tender, she rubbed it gently unsure of what she was to do next. It wasn’t uncommon for her to go down on Freddy following a spanking and orgasm, but with others in the room, she was hoping the evening’s events were over. Freddy however, clearly had other things in mind.
“Do you think you should show everyone here that you’re a good wife?” he asked, unbuckling his pants.
“Freddy, I think...I think that can wait until our guests leave.” she tried to counter.
“Oh, I think that’s unfair to you. If they leave now, they won’t know how good a wife you are to me. You don’t want our company to go thinking you’re a naughty girl, do you?” he asked, his tone implying he wasn’t really asking a question.
Barbara didn’t know what to do. She actually didn’t mind giving her husband head, something about the way he took full control of her was very exciting, but she also knew he wasn’t likely to hold back. He tended to talk very dirty to her while she took care of him, and she couldn’t imagine doing that with others in the room. How she would ever face Jane again if she witnessed what Freddy was clearly implying? Unless…
Freddy’s use of the word company made Barbara think of the old adage, Misery loves company. She prayed that Jane was familiar with it too.
“What? No, of course not. I’m a happily married woman!” Jane said without thinking.
“No, no. I meant...would you give me some morale support?” Barbara asked.
Jane wasn’t sure where Barbara was going with this, but Greg was. He tried to refrain from smiling, not wanting to jeopardize what he thought was about to happen.
“Um, Morale support, sure, I can do that.”Jane hesitantly agreed, “Umm, how do you mean?”
“If you take care of Michael, while I take care of Freddy it won’t be, I mean, than I think I can do it.”
Jane bit her lower lip. She wasn’t comfortable with public displays of a sexual nature. She had come to terms that her duties as a wife included having to relieve Michael orally once a week, but preferred to do it at home, in the privacy of her bedroom, with the lights off. Not that Michael didn’t push for more public displays occasionally. Heck, she had even performed fellatio on him at the same time Andrea had done it for Greg, but she really didn’t like those situations. She actually had an agreement with Michael that he wouldn’t try to make her do anything publically any more. But this was a completely different situation. Michael wasn’t saying anything, it was her friend having a moment of need. Jane may not have liked to do her wifely duties in front of others, but in this case, she felt her duty as a friend superseded that.
“Okay. I mean, of course. Anything for a friend.” Jane told her, trying to keep the resignation out of her voice.
Andrea on the other hand could not hide her displeasure and sighed audibly. Like Greg, she had seen what Barbara had been getting at, and she knew the moment Jane agreed, she was going to get pulled along with her. Even if Greg didn’t push for her to join in, which she knew he would, she couldn’t very well stand around while the two other women serviced their men. Having resigned herself to having to do it, she hoped that the group setting would help keep the focus off her specifically, and given Greg’s exhibistionistic tendencies, might be exciting enough to get him to finish quickly.
Before anyone had said anything, the three men were sitting in a row on the couch, Michael in the middle. Freddy’s hard cock was already exposed to the room and Barbara quickly dropped to her knees and shuffled forward between his legs. Jane joined her friend on the floor, but as Andrea began to drop, Greg reached out to pull the top of her dress down. She was able to deflect him with a playful swat and before he could make another attempt, they were distracted by the loud slurp at the far end of the couch. Andrea already had Freddy’s cock in her mouth, and he was moaning loudly. “Fuck, babe. You’re such a good little cocksucker.”
Michael, sitting beside Freddy, was a little taken aback. He couldn’t deny having thought about saying such things to his Jane, or even in the heat of the moment letting the odd comment slip out, but to hear such language at the start of a sexual encounter was surprising. Of course he had given his wife encouragement too as she did her duty, but never so vulgarly, so quickly. If nothing else, it left nowhere else to go with one’s dirty talk he thought.
Jane continued to fish Michael’s penis out his pants, doing her best to ignore Freddy. Barbara had once confessed that Freddy would say filthy things to her when they had sex, but she had very little interest in the specifics. She certainly didn’t want Michael talking to her in such a way, and hoped that if she pretended not to notice it, he would take her cue.
Greg was beside himself with delight. Andrea had one hand around the base of his cock and another gently stroking his shaft. That feeling combined with the dirty talk of Freddy and the visuals of Jane beside him were a dream come true. He had been in the room once before while Jane had gone down on Michael, but she had had her back to him the entire time, so all he had seen was her bobbing head. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, after she had finished, he had managed a great look at her naked breasts, and while he loved looking at her rack, he was eagerly awaiting his first ever close up view of her lips around a cock. He would never admit it aloud, but Jane was basically a hotter version of his very attractive wife he had fantasized about her several times. .
Jane had a hand around Michael’s penis and was looking up at him, ignoring Greg as much as she was ignoring Freddy. She had started this as a way of helping a friend, but now that she was committed to the act, it was all about her husband. It was her job to take care of him, and she knew he liked it when she maintained eye contact with him. Usually that made her uncomfortable, but now it helped block out the awkwardness of the situation. It created a feeling of intimacy where she could have felt exposed and vulnerable. Jane leaned forward, and kissed the tip of Michael’s penis. She gave Michael a wink and then sucked the head into her mouth.
As Jane began sucking her husband’s cock, Andrea realized her husband wasn’t looking at her at all. He had been staring at Jane since she had swatted his hands away. She debated letting go of Greg’s dick and pulling down her top as a way of getting his attention, but quickly decided that would probably get the other men’s attention too. Greg may have had an exhibitionistic side, but she did not. It was bad enough when she got caught up in his antics, like when the people at makeout point had witnessed her riding him topless, she didn’t need to be creating situations that furthered her own embarrassment. As it was, she was regretting ever leaving the car. Instead of trying to get his attention with visuals, she decided to try something new.
“Mmmmm,” she gently moaned, hoping it was loud enough for Greg to hear but not so loud as to draw any attention from anyone else. She stroked his stiff cock and continued, “Mmmmmm”
Greg looked down at his wife. She was looking right at his cock, and humming as if she was about to eat something delicious. His dick throbbed in her hand. “Oh god,” she whispered, and took as much of it in her mouth as she could fit without gagging. Greg gasped in pleasure. Andrea began to bob her head up and down, joining the other two women who were already doing the same to for their men. Freddy had quieted down for a moment, and so the room was a mix of wet noises from the women’s mouths and soft groans from the men.
Andrea was on all fours, her head continuing to bob up and down Freddy’s shaft, when a draft across her bottom reminded her that she was completely naked. The only one nude person in a room full of people! Just as she was starting to get self conscious about that, Freddy reached down and took hold of her head. She knew he was going to start thrusting in a moment, so she stopped her head movements. She did reach out to her left, and felt for Jane’s arm. She found it just as Freddy started up. Jane, realizing her friend needed some comfort, took her hand even as she continued to suck on Michael’s dick. The women held hands as Freddy began grunting and thrusting his dock deep into Barbara’s mouth. Barbara did was she could to accept him, squeezing Jane’s hand as he rammed her throat.
Jane turned her eyes to her right, awkward to do with a mouth full of her own husband’s cock. She stopped her movements and simply swirled her tongue around the crown of Michael’s penis while trying to look at Barbara. In her peripheral vision, she could see Freddy facefucking his wife. It was a vulgar term, but there was no other way to describe it. She squeezed her hand back, showing what support she could.
“Fuck, yes. Take it. Take it you filthy fucking whore.” Freddy told her, not caring that everyone else could hear him. “Get ready. Get your face ready you dirty little slut.” With that, Freddy released the two handed hold he had on his wife’s head, and grabbed her hair with one hand, pulling her off his cock. He held her in place, and he began masturbating, the tip of his cock inches from her face.
“No, Freddy. Don’t.” Barbara pleaded. “I’ll...I’ll swallow, I promise I’ll swallow it all. Please don’t…”
“Oh baby, I have to. Everyone can see you’re a good little cockcucker, but how else is everyone here going to know you’re my little cock sucker?” he asked her, punctuating the my in his statement. “We need to show every
one you’re my cock sucking slut. UUGGGHHH!!!!” And before she could object any further, he came. His first spurt was a massive gooey string that hit her cheek. He adjusted the tilt of her head so his second fired up along her forehead and into her hair. His third was across the bridge of her nose. After that, he wiped the tip of his cock across her other cheek.
Jane sat back in horror, as she watched her friend get covered in semen. Barbara’s face was a complete mess despite her protests. Jane remembered the first time Michael had done something similar to her. They had been outside at a beach, and even though there had been no one around to see it, she had felt humiliated and had wanted to cry. At least until Michael had pointed out that being in the water as they were, she could easily wash herself clean. Then she merely felt a bit foolish. Here however, her friend had all but begged her husband not to do what he had just done. She assumed Barbara was feeling humiliated and ashamed, and it was clear her husband wasn’t doing anything to reassure her like Michael had done.
Empathizing with Barbara, she quickly weighed her options. This whole activity had been about showing morale support and being a good friend, and though she was loathed to do it at all, let alone in front of an audience, Jane felt obligated to see that morale support through to it’s logical conclusion. She reached back out and began stroking Michael’s cock quickly. “Oh Michael.” she moaned. “It’s your turn. Show everyone. Show everyone that...that I’m...I’m your cocksucking slut.”