Wifely Duties Omnibus: Collecting books 1-6

by PT Winters

  “What?!” Michael said aloud without thinking. His wife didn’t act like this. Sure, on rare occasions, when overtaken with lust, she might say a dirty word or two. She had told him to lick her pussy a couple of time, but those occasions were few and far between. Heck, she rarely even used the word fuck, even when they were fucking. To hear her talk like this was unexpected.

  “Mark me like an animal. Let everyone know I’m your cock sucking little whore!” she told him. Michael couldn’t believe it. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen was not only his wife, but she was stroking his cock in front of two other couples and begging him in the most filthy way possible for him to orgasm on her face. It was too much. As her hand jacked his cock, she pointed it at her face and he exploded. Spurt after spurt left her face a bigger mess than Barbara’s was.

  Greg, having watched both women get covered turned to his wife, who was still sucking away. Determined to keep his attention, she hadn’t stopped for a second and was attempting to deepthroat him when he warned her, “Ugghh, Your turn soon!”

  “Mmmppgg?” she asked, not knowing what he was talking about and unable to articulate her question with his cock filling her mouth.

  “I’m going to cum on your face Andrea!” Greg grunted. Andrea, turned with his cock still in her mouth, so it poked at the inside of her cheek. She saw the other ladies for the first time, and realized what Greg was going to do.

  “No!” She told him, jumping up. “Don’t waste it!”

  Before anyone could react, Andrea had hiked up her dress. The entire room watched as she wriggled out of her panties. Michael smiled, happy to get another glimpse of her wonderful pussy as she stepped out of her panties. Than she turned around, back up to her husband and began to lower herself onto Greg, who had taken hold of her dress. Andrea reached between her legs, grabbed his cock and aimed it at her cunnie, even as Greg made sure the dress was out of the way enough for everyone to see as he penetrated his wife. Andrea groaned as his cock head split her lips and slid deep inside of her, only then did she pull the dress back so it covered her most intimate area. The other couples watched as she bounced up and down on his cock, Greg pawing at her tits as he reached around his wife.

  “Fuck.” Andrea accidentally said aloud, fully aware the room was watching her but unable to contain the fact that her husband’s cock felt so good inside her. “Oh, Fuck. Greg!”

  Greg reached up and yanked at the top of her dress. Unlike his previous attempt, this time he would not be denied and in seconds Andrea was topless, her dress and bra ripped and useless. She continued to bounce up and down on his cock, her breasts now bouncing freely as Greg guided her hips up and down.

  “Oh god, I’m not going to last much longer.” Greg told her.

  “Do it, do it inside me.” she moaned. “Give it all to me.”

  Greg reached under her dress and began playing her Andrea’s pussy, clearly rubbing her clit though his hand blocked the other’s view. Their bodies slammed together, both moaning and grunting until finally Andrea began to scream incoherently as she came. Greg held her tightly, ramming his cock into her hard several more times, until he erupted deep inside her. “FUCK!”

  The pair stayed in that position for a moment, and then Andrea opened her eyes to see everyone quietly looking at her. As she stood up and did what she could to cover herself back up, Jane asked, “Don’t waste it?”

  “We’re, um, trying.” Andrea told her cousin. “...to have a baby, I mean.”

  “Oh my goodness!” Jane shot up and hugged her cousin, who pulled away. “What? Oh, of course, sorry.” Jane said as she realized her face was still dripping with Michael’s load.

  Barbara got up as well, and join the congratulations as the men put themselves back in their pants. “Why don’t we have some of that cake Jane brought to celebrate?” Barbara offered. Everyone quickly agreed.

  “Why don’t you ladies get cleaned up while we check the score of the game?” Freddy said, as he got up to walk to the tv. As the women made their way out of the room to clean up, Greg called out after them, “Maybe Andrea should get an end slice, as she’s the only one of you that didn’t get any extra frosting!” Each woman blushed and hurried to the bathroom to clean up, while the men chuckled.

  Go to Bonus Story

  Cindi! The Slutty Popstar

  About The Author

  P.T. Winters knew he was different when, as a teenager, he started buying trading cards of pinup girls from the 1950s while other guys were buying porn. The absurd situations depicted were much more exciting to him then just seeing nudity or sex.

  Now he writes dirty little stories about absurd situations in his spare time.

  You can find his other books here:

  amazon.com/author/ptwinters

  You can follow his Twitter feed here:

  @eroticptwinters

  He would appreciate any review of any of his stories that you took the time to write.

  Other Books by PT Winters that you may enjoy:

  Cindi! The Slutty Popstar - A popstar protests a fashion designer by walking the red carpet of a movie premiere completely nude...and discovers her exhibitionist side.

  A Knock at the Door - MILF Lori has to verify her daughter’s shy friend is as well endowed as he claims

  Hank's 30th Birthday: An Extravaganza of Topless, Small Breasted Women - Hank is the only guy at a party of topless, small breasted women.

  The Ditzy Neighbor - An innocent guy tries to figure out if the sexy woman next door is teasing him sexually or a complete idiot

  Jill was not an Exhibitionist - a sexy college girl shows her boyfriend just how much she loves him with a very public display of affection.

  The Lorian Paradox - A sci-fi tale of a woman put into an usual situation that requires her to be very sexual to salvage a critical mission. She starts off doing what she needs to out of a sense of obligation, but realizes she is in complete control.

  The Plaid Panty Event - A college tries to institute a new uniform policy, but things slide out of control quickly.

  Sexy Stories - 6 erotic tales, most featuring oral sex and spanking themes, including The Lorian Project, Jill was not an Exhibitionist, Kat’s Mood, and 3 other stories not available individually

  Sexy Stories Book II collecting: A Knock on the Door, Cindi The Slutty Popstar, The Plaid Panty Event & The Sexy Secretary

  The “Great 48” series

  Set slightly in the future, where men are legally required to orgasm every 48 hours.

  Class Trip 1 - A university class gets trapped on earth’s first space elevator and it’s the sexy coed’s civic duty to help the guys!

  Class Trip 2 - The ladies go above and beyond while helping the rest of the class.

  Class Trip The Complete Sexual Odyssey - The complete Class Trip Story in one volume

  Work Release - A wrongly imprisoned man gets the opportunity of a lifetime.

  The Reluctant Assistant - A young woman is manipulated into “assisting” a older man, repeatedly

  Oral Argument - Jennie Neal is losing one of the most important cases of her legal career, how far will she go to win?

  The Great 48 - Collected Stories: Stories about Reluctant and Submissive Women - Collecting all the Great 48 Stories

  Cindi! The Slutty Popstar

  Gary Gets Picked Up

  Gary stood in front of the mirror as he put the tuxedo jacket on. It looked good. Mind you, he figured it cost more than the rest of his wardrobe combined, so it should. He was giving himself one last "once over" and decided he looked as good as he was ever going to when the phone rang. It was Cindy.

  Or rather Cindy! He still couldn't believe that he was going out on a date with pop superstar Cindy!. She was rich, she was famous and lord almighty, she was hot. He didn't fit into her world at all, he just happened to be in the record shop at the same time she had popped in the week before. He hadn't even looked up when he heard her comment on the ugly cover of an album, he just made a reference to
"Devastating Dave's Zip Zap Rap" album. Which made her laugh, which made him look up which, cut to the chase, lead to her sending over a tux for their first date, a hollywood movie premiere.

  "Gary. The limo is pulling up now, but I can't come to the door." Cindy said.

  "No worries, I can meet you out front." he assured her.

  "Yeah, well before you do, I need you to know, when you open the door, it's not what you think."

  "Um, okay?" he was confused.

  "I'll explain when you're out here, but I need to you to understand right now, when you open the door it's going to be weird, but it is not at all what you're going to think it is."

  "Is everything okay?"

  "Yeah, I swear, just get out here and promise you'll let me explain."

  "Okay."

  Gary looked out the window, saw the limo and headed out. He opened the car door, ducked his head as he began to climb in when he saw her and stopped dead in his tracks. Cindy, the twenty-two year old pop sensation, was sitting at the far end of the limo. Her hair was done up elegantly, which was expected given they were going to be walking down the red carpet in a bit. Her shoes were sexy black high heels, also exactly what you'd expect to see at a movie premiere. The thing that stopped him dead though was that, other than a black feather boa, she had no clothes on whatsoever. She sat there, completely and utterly nude, barely even using the boa.

  "It's not what you think!" she repeated, her beautiful brown eyes wide. She looked so innocent and scared. Well, the expression on her face did, her body looked fucking amazing. Her legs were long and tanned, her breasts firm, her nipples large.

  "Um, okay." was all he could manage.

  "Let me explain." She beckoned him in. "My dress was made by Vincenti, the designer?" asking him if he understood.

  Gary knew who she meant. He wasn't very fashion conscious, but he also didn't live under a rock. Vincenti was up there with Hugo Boss and Calvin Klein.

  "And it isn't ready yet?" he joked as he climbed into the limo.

  "No, silly." She relaxed a bit. His joke was lame, but at least he hadn't bolted yet. "I just found out the conditions his workers live in. He's using 3rd world sweatshops, so I couldn't possibly wear his dress tonight. I can't support that sort of thing."

  "You couldn't afford another dress? Wow, your last album must not have sold well at all. Kudos to your PR team though, I thought it was a hit"

  She laughed, impressed with how well he was taking all this.

  "I know this is a weird and I swear normally you wouldn't have had a shot in hell seeing me like this on a first date... but I decided to make a political statement. I'd rather be naked then wear something made in a sweatshop."

  "So, um, are we still going to the premiere?" He asked, completely confused as to what was going on.

  "We have to! I have to show up, walk the red carpet and give one interview. I'll say how disgusted I was with Vincenti, and the press will have a field day. It force him to change things. There is no way this isn't top of the news cycle for a least the next 24 hours."

  Gary was impressed. It made sense and what she was about to do took a lot of guts.

  "So, what do I do?" he asked.

  "I need you to take my arm, walk me to the last camera crew at the very end of the red carpet, and stand there while I make my speech. The catch is..." She took a breath "our entire behaviour has to be totally normal. Completely and utterly non sexual."

  "NON-sexual? Well sure, no problem. That's easy for you, what's sexual about a naked, hot popstar. Me however..." he asked, smiling.

  "I know, I know. But if we act completely normal, the story is how I'd rather be naked then put on slave labour clothing. If there is even a whiff of sexuality, then the story will get spun as pop star has kinky sex fetish, and nothing changes."

  Again, he could follow her logic. It was weird, but he understood it.

  "If you can do that for me, we can skip the stupid movie and just head back to my hotel and hang out." then she added "Hang out fully clothed, I mean."

  "Okay, sure. I can walk you down an aisle. I mean, that was going to be my job regardless, right?"

  "Well the thing of it is, to put it bluntly, you already have an erection."

  He looked down. His pants were tenting something fierce. He blushed.

  "Right, um, that'll go down in a sec. Just need a minute."

  "Of course." she said.

  She pressed a button on an intercom and told the driver to head out. The two sat in awkward silence.

  "So..." she said.

  "So..." he replied.

  "Hell of a start to our first date, huh?" she asked. "Bet you didn't expect to see this much of me."

  "Uh, no not hardly. But we, um, we really shouldn't talk about that if you want me to, uh, get rid of this." he motioned to his crotch, suddenly feeling like an bumbling idiot.

  "Of course. Sorry." she said.

  She buzzed the driver again, "What's our e.t.a.?"

  "25 min, Miss Cindy."

  "Thank you" she told him, and released the intercom.

  Silence.

  "I'm sure it'll go down by then." he told her.

  "I'm really sorry about this. Really." and she was.

  She liked Gary, it was really nice to meet someone so funny and so utterly separate from her life in the music industry. He was exactly the kind of nice, normal guy she needed in her life.

  "It's okay, it's weird, but it's very cool that you're willing to do this for such a good cause. That takes a lot of, um, gumption? Is that the word?"

  "It is a good cause." she pondered for a moment "Which is why I can't risk anything going wrong."

  "Uh, sure" he hesitantly agreed.

  "So I'm afraid I'm thinking we have to, umm, take matters into our own hands, so to speak."

  "err, what?" he asked.

  "Gary, your erection is clearly not going anywhere and we've got just over 20 min to get rid of it. Logically you're going to need to, well, orgasm. That's really the only sure way to get rid of it so it doesn't come right back. I can't have it popping back up as we walk in front of a dozen cameras."

  "Uuuuh, I'm not, I mean, I really don't think I should, you know..." he knew he sounded like a bumbling idiot, but he couldn't bring himself to say masturbate in front of her.

  "No, no, I'm sorry, I'm not asking you to jerk off in front of me." she laughed.

  Whew, he thought. That would have been awkward.

  "You think I'd put you in this awkward position, then ask you to do something so embarrassing? No way. Which is why I'm offering to, to, well to take care of things for you. How does that sound?"

  It sounded fucking fantastic but he was gentleman enough to not say it like that. Instead he said

  "Only if you're sure."

  "It's the least I can do, given everything." She patted the spot next to her, "Now slide over here, we're on a clock."

  Gary tried to slide over as nonchalantly as he could, which given how eager he was, wasn't easy. Regardless, he ended up right beside her. She put her hand on his knee, smiled and said

  "I'm afraid we don't have time for any romance." They both chuckled, and then she whispered "Take it out."

  He undid his fly and pulled out his rock hard cock. She let out a barely audible gasp. Clearly, she was impressed.

  Wasting no time, she reached out and grabbed his dick by the base of his shaft. This time Gary was the one to gasp. Her hand felt amazing.

  She started stroking him, slowly. Up and down, up and down.

  "Lean back" she told him. "Let Cindy take care of this."

  Her hand sped up.

  He was in heaven. Barely ten minutes into his date with a woman who had literally been listed as one of the sexiest people alive, and he was getting a hand job.

  "That's it." she said and continued to stroke. She reached down and cupped his balls with her other hand.

  "What do you like?"

  "That's pretty nice, actually."

  She co
ntinued her slow strokes, occasionally circling the tip of his cock with a finger, in teasing way.

  "That's very sweet of you to say, but if there is something I can do to, to speed things along, then you should tell me. This is not the time to try to impress me with your stamina."