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Jane's Wifely Duties

This story is in the nonconsent/reluctant category. It falls more to the reluctant side of things, but it's still someone pressured into sexual activity though, so please be aware this story may not be everybody's cup of tea.

As always, feedback is always appreciated.


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Jane Makes a Stand

Jane looked around her home. It was a nice middle-class home that contained all the state of the art appliances a 1950s housewife could want. She had a husband she loved very much and practically everything she could ask for, but she just wasn't happy. As good as her life was, it wasn't perfect, so she decided to do something about it.

When her husband came home from work that night, Jane was in heels and a pretty dress, she had dinner on the table and a plan in her head.

She waited till Michael was about half way through his dinner and 15 minutes into "how was your day conversation" before she changed the topic.

"Honey. I've been thinking." she told him, making the best doe eyes she could muster.

"Mmmmph?" he asked, still chewing on some meatloaf.

"You're not being fair to me. As a husband I mean."

Michael looked up at her, quizzically.

"How do you mean?" he asked, wiping his mouth with his napkin.

"Well, when we got married, I thought you'd be the ideal husband. That you'd take out the trash on garbage night, you'd mow the lawn on Sundays, and you'd clean the eaves out in the fall. I assumed you would act like a husband. But you hardly ever do any of that. And never without me nagging at you."

Michael thought about what she was saying. "You're right, I've neglected my duties"

That caught Jane off guard, she had expected him to be much more defensive.

"I'll tell you what. I'll do a better job of my husbandly duties, but in return, you'll have to stop neglecting your wifely duties."

"My wifely...? I have a clean house and cook dinner for you every night!" She snapped.

"Of course you do, and you do a wonderful job at the basic things. Just like I think I do. I work full-time, so we can have this house and that Bel Air in the driveway, not to mention all the newest gadgets you use, like that semi-automatic washing machine!"

"...but I try so hard to make you happy. " she told him, desperately.

"And you do. I guess we've just been a bit lax about communicating with each other. Thank you for correcting that. I'll make sure I take the trash out tonight. And Sat morning, I'll mow the lawn, first thing. How does that sound?" he asked

"That sounds wonderful. But whatever are these wifely duties you are talking about?" she asked.

"Why, fellatio of course." he told her.

"Fellatio?!" she repeated.

"Yes dear, fellatio." he told her.

"But I've never...We've never.." she was flabbergasted.

"Of course not." He said. "I never pressed you while we were courting, had we broken up I didn't want you to have gotten a reputation as one of those kinds of girls, but now that we're married, well a man has needs that need to be taken care of."

"How...how often would I be expected to, um, do that?" she hesitantly asked.

"Oh, once or twice a week would suffice, I should think. No need to go overboard." he said.

Twice a week! She thought. If that was realistic, as he was suggesting, what would going overboard entail?

"When would I, umm," she struggled for words.

"Perform fellatio? I wouldn't dream of telling you when that would be appropriate." he continued.

Perform! He actually used the word "perform" as if she was some sort of lewd dancer!

This was too much. All she wanted was the husband she thought she was getting when they married 2 years before! Wasn't it right for her to get the husband she had always wanted? Wasn't she justified in having certain expectations of what a husband would be?

Yes, yes it was. She decided.

And now that she thought about it, maybe he was fair that he had certain expectations of what a wife would be.

But fellatio?

"Honey, I can't tell you how happy I am that you brought this up. This will make me a better man for you, and you a better wife for me. I am only sorry we didn't address this sooner."

With that he cleared off the dishes and immediately took the garage out to the trash bin, leaving Jane to contemplate what she had just gotten herself into.

True to his word, Michael mowed the lawn first thing Sat morning. He even checked the eaves in the afternoon, even though they didn't need cleaning at this time of year. He had in less than a week, become the ideal husband.

And so, after dinner, she figured it was time to begin her wifely duties. He had retired to the den, where he was a reading a book. She ran to the bathroom, for one last check in the mirror. She was too modest to think it, but she was stunningly beautiful with her long black hair held back by a hair band, her large eyes highlighted by a bit of mascara and a fresh application of ruby-red lipstick. Combined with a knee-length dress and heels, she was almost the picture perfect housewife.

Almost.

She dashed to the bedroom, and grabbed the string of pearls he had given her for their anniversary last year. Putting that around her slender neck, she took a deep breath. She was out of ways to procrastinate.

Steeling herself for what she was about to do, she walked into the den.

Michael looked up as she entered. She smiled awkwardly as she walked over to him. Looking up at her from his seated position, he admired her gorgeous figure. Without saying a word, she knelt between his legs and without looking at him, she reached up and undid his belt. She unzipped his fly, to find his already hard member attempting to poke up through his underwear. She smiled awkwardly, still not looking at him and deftly released his penis from its confines.

He smiled at her hesitation. Knowing this was the first time she was ever going to put a penis in her mouth, he remained silent for fear of scaring her off. She grasped his cock with her hand, gently squeezing it. It looked bigger than usual to her, mind you she normally didn't see it. They tended to make love under the sheets, in their darkened bedroom in the missionary position.

The one exception was one time they both had drunk the apple cider they had purchased at an apple picking festival. It was alcoholic and stronger than they had realized, and they ended up drunk in the bedroom, where Michael had taken her quite passionately from behind while she masturbated herself. It had led to the most powerful orgasm of her life, but it had also left her deeply embarrassed. How could a good girl enjoy such things? So she never spoke to him about it.

This was different. They were sober and it was in their well-lit den, where he could see everything. She was about to do a lewd act that she had, until this week, just assumed only dirty girls did. Part of her was ashamed and wanted to stop but another part of her felt it was her obligation as a wife, and it was something she apparently should have done long before now. Next time she would think to turn out the lights first though.

Unsure of exactly what she should do and too scared to ask, she tentatively kissed the crown of his cock. Michael groaned in pleasure. She kissed it again. And again. And again. Eventually though it seemed to her that it was time to do something else, so she kissed him all the way down his shaft and back up. Still unsure of that she was doing she repeated the motion. Then suddenly, his hands gently but firmly grasped her head. He guided her back to the tip of his dick and paused. She opened her mouth cautiously and waited.

Looking down at his wife Jane, Michael couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. His cock stood hard, in front of her open mouth. She sheepishly looked everywhere but back at him. He reached down with one hand, and with a single finger raised her chin slightly, until she was looking right at him. She turned her head slightly, to look away, but again he silently guided her gaze back to his. Once more she forced a smile. Their eyes locked, he nodded, and this time she understood. She was to watch his face while she did her duty. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth further, and lowered her head.

He felt her breath first. Warm, then a hot wetness as she engulfed his cock for the first time. He groaned loudly and instinctively pushed his cock further in. She lifted her head back up, as not to gag, but lowered it again quickly to show him she wasn't running away or stopping. Within seconds, she was sucking cock like a champion. Bobbing her head up and down, unintentionally making slurping sounds and only breaking eye contact occasionally, when he thrust his dick deep into her throat.

She slowed her movements for a few moments, her ruby-red lips wrapped around his shaft as she lifted her head. When her lips hit the crown of his cock, she swirled her tongue around it before slowly lowering her face, gobbling up his cock once more. Michael closed his eye as he groaned again, and opened them to find Jane still staring up at him.

"Oh god...you're a good wife." he told her. "Such a good wife!"

With that, she sped up. Moving her head as fast as she could go, keeping her lips sealed round his shaft.

Her eyes watered as she bobbed and sucked.

"Here it comes." he announced.

"Mmmpphh?" she tried to asked, unsure of what he meant for the split second before he exploded into her mouth.

"MMMpphhh!" she grunted as she continued to suck, swallowing what she could, afraid to stop and thereby fail in her duties.

That was something else she hadn't considered, what was the proper etiquette in this situation? Are wives meant to swallow? Surely she shouldn't spit it out! That certainly didn't seem lady like. Unable to answer that question, she concentrated at the task at hand; her husband's cock, which continued to spurt into her mouth, even as she pumped him with her lips. She took everything he gave her and when he finished, she kept his cock in her mouth for a moment extra, wanting to be sure she did it right.

He pulled napkin from his breast pocket, offering it to her, which she used to wipe the corners of her mouth.

"Was that...was that okay?" she asked innocently.

"Honey that was perfect." he assured her.

She got up off her knees and as she stood she realized the blinds were still open. It was dark outside so with the light on as it was, she couldn't see out the bay window but rather saw her own reflection. She walked to the window, putting a hand to the glass to peer out. On the side-walk was a man walking his dog. The dog was sniffing at a tree while the man was turned towards her.

She stepped back in surprise.

"Michael, there is a man on the sidewalk!"

"So?" He asked.

"I think he saw me...us."

"Oh Jane, I'm sure he didn't, he's probably just out for an evening stroll." He said, dismissing her concerns.

She wanted to argue. She wanted to explain how some stranger had just watched her put a penis in her mouth and she was humiliated. Instead, she straighten her dress and left the room. Regardless of what that man might had seen, he certainly wasn't going to see anymore tonight.

Late Night Traffic

It had been a very busy week. Michael had worked overtime every night and Jane had spent most of the week preparing for their weekend trip to her cousin's wedding.

The wedding had been beautiful, and the reception was a wonderful celebration that had gone on late into the night.

Of course that meant both Michael and Jane had slept in Sunday morning, and hadn't left the hotel till mid-afternoon, which lead them to getting stuck in evening traffic.

"At this rate it'll be after 10 before we get home!" Jane complained, as she looked at all the cars not moving ahead of them.

"If we're lucky" Michael agreed.

"When we get home, remind me to feed that cat before we turn in. I'll be so exhausted I might not remember." she asked him

"If you think you'll be that tired when we get home, maybe you should take care of things now." he suggested.

"Things?" she asked, not knowing what he was talking about.

"Jane dear, it's Sunday. And you still haven't taken care of your wifely duties this week." he told her

"Micheal J Smith, are you suggesting I, I, take care of things here? In the car!?" she asked, shocked.

"I'm not suggesting anything, I'm simply pointing out that if you're going to be too tired later, that now is an option." he explained

"I will do no such thing." she informed him curtly.

"Fine, but I'm not sure why you are making such a big deal out of this." he responded.

"You're suggesting I, I, fellate.." She still had issues saying that word "... you in public!"

"Our Chevy Bel Air is hardly public." he told her. "I really don't understand you sometimes. You act like this is some secret, shameful thing on one hand, but on the other, you stood up in front of god and our friends and vowed to do it."

"I did no such thing!" she practically yelled at him.

"Yes you did, like your cousin did yesterday"

"WHAT?!" Jane cried.

"Their vows were the same as ours. Greg and I agreed to love and support you and Andrea, while you both agreed to love and take care of us. What did you think taking care of a man meant?"

"I never...I mean, I knew..." She sat in silence for a moment, then looked around. The traffic wasn't moving, but none of the people in the cars around them were paying them the slightest bit of attention to them. "Do you really think this is okay in the car?"

"Of course. First of all, all the other cars are full of adults who are only paying attention to the road and secondly, even if they did look over, what could they see in this big car? Some movement?"

Timidly, she asked "But what if they suspect I'm...I'm...su..." Her sentence trailed off.

"They won't. No one will." He assured her.

She thought about that for a moment. She hadn't considered oral relations part of marriage until last week, but what if that was just her? What if this was something everyone else knew about, like Michael implied? In that case, then it probably wasn't nearly a big a deal as she was making it out to be. If only her mother had talked to her about this before she got married!

"If I were to do this, it's only because it will be so late before we get in." she told him.

Michael took that as agreement, so he leaned back so there was enough room between the steering wheel and his chest for her.

Jane reached over, still unsure, looking around to see if the other drivers reacted. They did not when she undid his belt, nor did they when she unzipped his fly.

Jane bent over as she pulled his cock out, so she couldn't see if any heads turned as she lowered hers, but she mentally crossed her fingers that they had not.

Michael gasped when she took the crown of his dick into her mouth, and moaned when she wrapped a hand around the base of the shaft.

Jane began to bob her head up and down, pumping with her hand as her lips sucked. She took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could without gagging, then quickly lifted her head back up till it was just the tip between her lips. Her hand matched her movements, up and down his saliva soaked shaft. Then she dropped her head back down on his dick, repeating the motion over and over.

Jane felt the car move, as Michael drove 20 or 30 feet as the traffic slowly drifted forward. She quickly raised her head from below the dashboard, looking around like a thief, afraid they were about to get caught. Michael chuckled and assured her no one had seen her and guided her head back to his lap. She swallowed him once more, bobbing and sucking.

She still wasn't exactly enthusiastic about performing fellatio, but at the same time she was determined to have a happy marriage and if it was her duty to do it, then she was starting to realize she needed to do it right.

After a few minutes of intense cock sucking (though she would never refer to it as such) Michael groaned particularly loudly. It then occurred to her that once again, she hadn't planned for his ejaculation. Thinking quickly, she realized she had some napkins in her purse, but when she tried to lift her head off his cock to get them, he grabbed her by the hair and held her down on his dick.

"Mmpphh!" she tried to argue, with her mouth full of his cock.

"Be a good wife." he told her. "Be a good wife and take it all so there is no mess."

She tried to say something else, but he held her head tight and began thrusting into her mouth, essentially face fucking her.

"That's it. THAT'S IT!" he told her excitedly over the sloppy wet sounds that filled the rocking the car.

"FUCK. JANE!" he cried as he exploded into her mouth.

Unable to pull away, she was forced to choke down his spunk.

"Oh god." he told as he continued to spurt "You're such a good wife."

Jane swallowed what she could, though some dribbled down his shaft or her chin as his thrusting slowed. She used her hand to catch what she could.

He released his hold on her head and apologized "Sorry dear, I just wanted to make sure we didn't stain the car seat"

She nodded, trying to be understanding, but she did not appreciate the fact that he hadn't given her a choice.

As she sat up, she turned to the side view mirror to fix her hair and noticed the young man in the car next to them. He was staring right at her, with an excited look on his face. She turned away, embarrassed.

"Honey, I think that man saw us." she told him

"Really? I don't think so." he assured her "He just pulled into that place."

Jane wasn't convinced, but she didn't see any sense in arguing so she just stayed turned away from the man until the flow of traffic had them pull away from him.

The Beach

Michael lay on a towel under an umbrella on the beach. It was getting later in the afternoon, but it was still fairly busy. He turned to look at his wife Jane, sunbathing beside him. Her one piece bathing suit showed off her magnificent figure and long legs wonderfully. He turned back to continue watching the college kids that were playing volleyball to his left. The nine or ten coeds in the polka dot bikinis were of particular interest.

Michael watched the game for a while before Jane sat up and looked at the time.

"How about one last swim before we call it a day?" she asked.

"Sure, why not?" he replied, then placed his wallet and keys into his shoes, at the foot of the towel.

"Tsk, would you look at that." Jane half whispered. Two college kids had been necking for a bit, but things had progressed to some over-the-bathing suit petting. Jane clearly disapproved. "I feel sorry for those kind of fast girls."

Michael was taken with the girl. Though too far away to tell if her face was pretty, her bright red hair and matching bikini was enough to invoke the idea that she was a hot college coed.

"Michael!" Jane admonished him for staring.

"Should we go for that swim?" he asked, trying to change the focus of the conversation.

"Not like that we aren't" she continued to scold him. "You have an erection!"

"This?!" he asked pointing causally to his bathing suit. "Honey, between the bikini clad girls and your sexy legs, I've had this a while."

"It's inappropriate." she told him.

"I'm sorry but I don't have much control over it. Maybe if you were to help relieve me...?" he asked.

"I will not..." she caught herself about to begin yelling and lowered her voice to almost a whisper. "I will not... fellate you, on a public beach, in front of everyone!"

"Of course not!" he agreed. "I was thinking instead of something a little more... manual, once we're in the water."

Jane was not impressed with her husband. To have a, a boner (she still had issues even thinking even that word) where others could see it plain as day, it just wasn't right! But she did appreciate it wasn't completely his fault.
He had told her when she bought it, that this swimsuit drove him wild. And the giggling coeds, in their polka-dotted bikinis certainly couldn't have helped. Maybe she should have performed her wifely duties on him that morning. Maybe that would have prevented the current situation.

She cursed herself for procrastinating this chore yet again.

"Okay, but..." she conditionally agreed. "Only once we're deep enough that we can be discreet."

They walked to the water, Jane looking to see if anyone else noticed Michael's erection, worried they would get in trouble. It only took a few seconds to get knee-deep in the lake water, but several minutes of wading to even get waist deep, the incline was so gradual.

"How about here?" Michael asked, his erection throbbing as he anticipated his wife's fingers.

"No, not here. People would see my arm moving and might suspect something." She said as she continued on.

Michael looked back at the shore. Though they were out a fair way, he could still see the volleyball game clearly enough. And he thought he could see that the heavy petting couple had progressed to some under the cloths action, though he couldn't be entirely sure. He turned back and followed his wife Jane deeper.

Eventually the water was above their waists, though still below Jane's magnificent breasts. She continued deeper, determined to have the water to her shoulders before she began masturbating her husband.

As they continued to half swim, half wade, the lake got dramatically shallower.

"I had no idea there was a sand bar out here" Michael told Jane, as she looked around.

There were a few people in water, but none out as far as they were.

"This is perfect!" he announced.

"Perfect?" she asked confused, as it was not nearly deep enough for what they had planned.

"We're out far enough that no one on shore can see us as anything other than dots. I'll even bet they don't see that much, as we're lost in their view of the horizon."

Jane looked at the beach. It was a ways back. She could make out movement, even an area she suspected was the volleyball game, but truthfully she couldn't tell.

"Now you can take care of things properly!" He told her.

"But..." she tried to object, knowing that "properly" meant performing fellatio. A task she still didn't completely enjoy but one she had become quite adept since Michael had helped her realize it was one of her wifely duties.

"I know we're outside dear." he told her "but we're practically alone. We'll be able to spot anyone approaching long before they could see what we're doing."

Jane looked around yet again. It was true, they would have ample warning at anyone approaching. Still, she hesitated.

"I don't know." she admitted.

"Look, how about I prove it to you" he said, as he pulled his penis out of his swim trunks. He stood barely knee-deep in water and faced the shore.

"Michael!" she yelled, shocked.

"See? No one can tell what we're doing what so ever." he told her. "Give it a try."

Give what a try? She wondered, as he waded over to her. He grasped the top of her bath suit and began to tug. She put up a bit of resistance, but he insisted, pulling down the top half of her bath suit, so her fantastic breasts were on display. The cold water had made her nipples hard, and Michael smiled in appreciation as he stepped behind her.

She tried to cover herself with her arms, but he lovingly reached around her and pulled them down. He was half holding her arms, half hugging her as he spoke into her ear.

"No one can see your beautiful body." He whispered. "Nobody but me."

As she stood there, facing the beach, she had to admit, that there was absolutely no reaction whatsoever from anyone. Despite her stunning good looks, she was a modest woman. She didn't think she was nearly as beautiful as Michael constantly said she was, but even she was self-aware enough to know how college boys would react to her bare breasts if they could see them. The lack of any reaction meant that they were effectively alone.

"So what do you say?" Michael asked.

"Fine." She relented, turning to face him as she dropped to her knees. "But it's your job to watch for anyone approaching."

Michael looked down at his wife. She sat on her heels, her legs underwater. The top of her bath suiting hung around her waist, her breasts swaying as she leaned forward. She reached up and took hold of his cock. Maintaining eye contact with him just the way he liked, she took his cock into her mouth.

Michael was in heaven. His wife began to bob her head up and down, sucking on his dick. He put his hands on his hips, and looked around. Jane's back was to the beach, which meant he was facing it.

Though he couldn't see them, he thought about the college coeds. How would they react if they could see him now? Would they giggle? Would they start taking off each other's bikinis? Would the sexy red-head join his wife on her knees and lick his member?

"Miiffill" Jane tried to say something, her mouth full of his cock. He opened his eyes, (not realizing he had closed them) and looked down at her. She popped his cock out of her mouth.

"You're supposed to be keeping look out!" she scolded him.

"Sorry dear." he apologized and guided her mouth back to his dick.

She swallowed him, once more, pulling her lips together as tight as she could and slid back up his cock till just the crown was in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it several times and then lowered her head once more, taking the shaft in deep. She repeated this several times, and she could hear Michael groaning in pleasure.

Fellatio wasn't her favorite thing, but she was more than a little proud of how good at it she had become for him.

She sped up her motions, using a hand to pump whatever part of his cock wasn't in her mouth as she sucked him. The water around them splashed a bit, and the cool wind felt nice on her wet nipples.

"Fuck, I love you." He told her, as he enjoyed her hands and mouth. She could sense he was getting close to erupting, so she released him from her mouth, gasping for air.

"Don't..." she caught her breath "Don't cum in my mouth, okay?" she asked, happy that she thought about it before it was too late for once.

"Of course." he assured her, before thrusting his dick back into her mouth.

Michael reached down and took hold of her head, and began really pumping. She stopped bobbing, and simply did what she could to receive the cock that he was ramming in and out of her mouth. When he couldn't hold it back no more, he pulled out of her mouth.

She looked up at him smiling, happy that she didn't need to swallow his load. Her smile turned to shock however, as he spurted across her face. The first shot hit her on the forehead and went into her hair, the second square on her nose. She was just started to yell his name at him when he aimed his third spurt at her bare breasts.

"Michael!" she shrieked in horror.

"Jane!" he yelled in ecstasy, as he finished unloading on her.

"How could you?!" she asked.

"You said not to cum in your mouth." he told her.

"But, but, now I'm a mess!"

"Honey." He comforted her. "Come here." He held out his hand, which she took as she stood up.

She had cum on her face and chest, and looked like she was about to cry. He thought it was the prettiest she had ever looked.

"Honey. Look. No one can see you. No one but me, and I think you look adorable." he told her.

"How am I going to get this off!" she asked, clearly upset.

"Jane. We're surrounded by water. All we need to do is walk back into the deeper section and you can dunk yourself."

Jane felt pretty foolish. Getting sprayed by her husband's ejaculation had been so shocking to her, she had panicked. Of course she could clean herself off easily, it was just that she hadn't expected him to ejaculate on to her. But since she hadn't actually made that clear to him, she figured she really couldn't be too mad at him.

"Come now." he comforted her again, leading her by the hand into deeper water.

Michael thought about how much fun it would be to stroll right up on to the beach, holding his wife's hand, while she was still topless and covered in his cum. How would those coed's react to that? But as soon as the water was deep enough, Jane dove underwater, spending several minutes ensuring his jizz was no longer anywhere on her.

When they got back to the beach, they packed up quickly and walked hand in hand to the car.

As they approached the parking lot, there was a group of three or four men with binoculars. They smiled excitedly when Jane looked at them. It reminded her of the man in the car a few weeks back.

"Honey, those men are smiling at me." she told Michael. "I think they saw us!"

He turned to look. "Jane, those men are birdwatchers." he assured her. "And it looks like they just arrived."

She look at them again, as they stood in a circle around a map, whispering and pointing.

"Maybe." she said, unconvinced and hurried to the car.

The kitchen

Jane was in the kitchen, wearing an apron around her waist, a bandana in her hair and just taking a pie out of the oven to cool.

It had been several weeks since the new arrangement had begun. Michael had turned into the perfect husband almost over night, tending to chores without being asked, even volunteering as part of the newly formed neighborhood watch. While she had continued to give oral relief for him at least once a week. At this point Jane had mostly grown accustomed to it, though she was unhappy about where it sometimes took place.

She preferred to do it in the bedroom with the lights off, but he clearly enjoyed being able to see her, and had even managed to convince her to do it public several times. As much as she wanted to please her man, she was a modest woman and was uncomfortable enough that she decided to speak up.

Michael entered the kitchen as she put the pie on the windowsill. It was a small window, above the kitchen sink but it was large enough to safely support the pie as it cooled.

"Honey, I've been thinking," Jane started.

"Yes?" Michael responded, sensing her hesitation.

"You know when we um, I mean when I..."

Michael smiled. He thought it was adorable the way she always fumbled when talking about sex, as he suspected was happening now. It amused him to let her struggle as she clearly didn't like a lot of the phrases involved.

Fellatio for instance, wasn't too bad a word for her but he knew she hated having to say she performed it. Likewise she didn't use the words suck or cock. He wasn't sure if she even knew the term blowjob.

"When I, um, put your penis in my, mouth..." She finally got it out "...I'm uncomfortable with where we do that sometimes."

"Oh?" He asked.

"I'd prefer if we could keep that activity to our bedroom." She told him.

"Like last week?" He recalled. "But you always turn out the lights, you're beautiful, I want to see you."

She blushed at his compliment. "I'm not worried about you seeing me so much as I am others. Like those men at the beach."

"How about a compromise? If you'll relax a bit about limiting it to the bedroom, I'll never pressure you to do it anywhere you have the slightest chance of being seen." He offered her.

"That seems fair." She agreed, though still preferring the idea of doing it in the dark. Actually she still preferred not doing it at all, but had accepted it was one of her wifely duties.

"Excellent!" He agreed. "In fact, why don't we celebrate our compromise right here!"

"Here? In the kitchen?" She balked.

"Why not? We're in the privacy of our own home, no one can see us here."

Jane's objections had more to do with the timing than anything, she hadn't planned on doing anything at all but she could see Michael wasn't going to back down. He hadn't said anything about it but she was overdue again this week and she knew it, so without another word, she dropped to her knees and began fishing his penis out of his pants. He was already hard.

"Excellent." He repeated.

Jane licked the length of his shaft. He looked down at his pretty wife, her long black hair swaying as her tongue traveled up and down his shaft. Her bandana kept her hair up and out of the way so he could see her face as she opened her mouth and sucked his cock in.

She was a stunningly gorgeous woman as it was, but when he saw her pretty face with his cock sliding in and out of it, he thought it was the most beautiful she ever looked.

"That smells delicious!" A voice said.

Michael looked up to see his next door neighbour Sam looking in the window. "Jane's been baking again, I see."

From where he was standing Sam could see in the kitchen but the high window meant that, at best he could only see Michael from the torso up. Jane was safely out of sight. Despite knowing she was hidden, she stopped, releasing Michael's cock from her mouth. He casually reached down, and grasped her shoulder.

"Hi Sam!" Michael said as though everything was normal.

"I'm tempted to steal the pie Micheal." Sam said

"Go Ahead. She can't see you. She'll never know" He responded not so subtly, while guiding Jane back to his erection.

"I couldn't do that to her." Sam replied.

Jane felt trapped. It's not like she could just stand up at this point, and even if she tried to crawl away, Sam had a clear view of the only exit of the kitchen. Unless she was willing to be seen by Sam, she was stuck on the floor, and if she was staying put, Michael had made his desires perfectly clear.

Reluctantly she resumed licking his cock.

"Of course." Michael agreed. "She's a good girl."

"Speaking of good girls, did you see the new neighbors yet?" Sam asked.

"No, why?" Michael asked, keeping his statements short as his wife's tongue circled the tip of his cock.

"Seem like hippies to me, he's probably on the reefer, her on the other hand..." Sam explained.

"Yes!?" Michael said, as Jane swallowed his cock.

"Woo wee, she's a looker. Short but stacked if you get my meaning." Sam said, winking. "Dirty hippie, but blonde and by the looks of things could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch."

Jane didn't particularly like hearing the men talk like that, but wasn't exactly in a position to argue, figuratively or literally. So she continued to bob her head up and down Michael's cock.

"I, um, prefer brunettes." Michael told him.

Sam smiled. "Of course. Don't tell my Annie I said so, but your Jane is probably the prettiest woman I've ever seen in real life."

Jane was flattered to hear that. Michael told her that all the time, but she only partially believed him. To hear it from another man made her happy. She was happier still when she heard Michael reply,

"Well I certainly think so."

In some respects Jane was a naïve woman, but even she knew that a man was likely to give you a compliment while you were sucking his dick. Even still, she appreciated her husband's comments, they made her feel pretty and she showed her appreciation by taking his cock as deep as she could.

Michael had to stifle a groan as Jane's lips touched the base of his cock. He looked down and saw his wife had completely deep throated him.

"You okay there?" Sam asked.

"Oh god yes, just, um. swallowed wrong." Michael replied.

Jane half gagged and half coughed upon hearing that. She had swallowed his cum several times but preferred not to do so. Obviously he wanted her to do that now and she wasn't sure how to avoid that without causing a scene.

Michael coughed to cover her noise.

If Sam noticed something was amiss he didn't react. Jane slurped her way off of Michael's cock and he pet her head In appreciation.

"Any big plans for today?" Sam asked.

"No probably just going to spend some time with the wife." Michael replied as he pulled her back down his cock.

"Good on you, gotta keep the passion alive." Sam agreed.

"If there's one thing, ugh, that I don't have to, ugh, worry about, it's the passion in, oh God, our relationship" Michael told him, trying really hard (but failing) to not react as Jane repeatedly dove deep on to his dick.

"I don't know about God, but Jane strikes me as a very passionate woman." Sam said trying to make sense of his neighbour's sentence.

"Passionate, yes very, passionate" Michael said attempting to deny his building orgasm.

"You. Uhh, you have plans today?" Michael managed.

"Just about to check the shed out back." Sam told him. "You have any tools go missing lately?"

"Mmm" he pretended to think as he as he stroked Jane's hair. "No, Jane's been taking good care of my tool."

Sam looked at him for a minute then laughed "Ha ha, I bet she does. I bet she does. I wish Annie would take care of mine. Ha ha. But seriously I've had a couple of tools going missing lately. Have you had any issue?"

"No, no issues lately" he replied.

Sam began to explain something about missing tools but Michael couldn't focus. Jane had begun licking his balls while jacking his cock with her hand. When she sucked a testicle into her mouth he gasped uncontrollably but luckily Sam had turned away, pointing to something in or about their backyards.

From her knees, Jane could hear Sam asking Michael a question. She knew he was too distracted to answer (what was it about men that they could never seem to multitask?). When Sam repeated the question Jane took it as an opportunity take a break and released his penis and let Michael focus for a moment.

"Michael?" Sam asked.

When his wife's administrations had suddenly stopped Michael realized Sam was waiting for an answer. His mind scrambled to make sense of what he had only half heard.

"Umm, no?" He offered.

"Not even raccoons? Those bastards got in to my shed last summer." Sam told him.

As Sam continued, Michael could sense a fair bit of movement below but did his best to ignore it so he could continue holding a conversation. Eventually he felt his wife's hand take hold of his penis once more so he stole a glance down.

Jane had pulled the top of her apron and dress off so they hung at her waist. She had also completely shed her brassière, so looking back up at him was his wife, breasts bare and eyes wide. She smiled and nodded, silently asking for his approval. He smiled back then resumed his conversation with Sam.

Jane was delighted. Her idea to go topless was a flash of brilliance. She knew it would please Michael. He had made it very clear he was a fan of her large breasts. But more importantly, this gave him an alternative place then her mouth for him to ejaculate. She resumed her handjob in earnest

Michael enjoyed his wife milking his cock, but that was nothing compared to the delight of her mouth, so after a minute or two he once again put his hand on Jane's head and guided it back to his dick.

Jane resigned herself to the blowjob, taking comfort knowing that when he did cum, she could aim his spurts at her chest. She gobbled up his cock and redoubled her efforts, to the point that she was now starting to accidentally make slurping noises.

"Sounds like you have a drainage issue there." Sam said, having heard Jane's slurping.

"How's that?" Michael asked.

Sam stood up on his tip toes, trying to peer down. He had seen Michael's odd movements but his hands were out of sight so Sam had been unsure what to make of them till now.

"You're doing dishes right?" Sam assumed, not able to see what was really going on. "Sounds like the drain is acting up."

Having heard Sam, Jane did a very UnJane-like thing. She sucked hard on her husband's cock while pulling her mouth off of it, intentionally trying to making a noise. It worked. She made a loud suction noise, only it was much louder the she had intended.

"Uggh." Michael stifled a groan. While Jane stifled a giggle.
"Yup, that is definitely a drainage issue. Need me to give you a hand?" Sam offered.

Jane quickly grabbed Michael's cock and with a burst of speed gave him a bit of a hand job while licking the tip of his dick repeatedly.

"Oh god...I mean, I'm good." He managed.

Jane then resumed sucking his cock, albeit much more quietly. She bobbed her head quickly up and down his shaft, her lips forming a tight seal as she did.

"Well I better get back to it. You and Jane still good to come over for drinks after dinner?" Sam asked

"Good to cum?" Michael repeated, as a warning to Jane.

She backed her mouth off his cock, and with a hand, pointed to her chest, masturbating him.

"No, I can't cum then." Michael continued, reaching down for his wife's head to guide it back to his cock. Jane shook him off, insisting he cum on her tits rather than in her mouth.

"Oh. I thought Annie had said Jane agreed you guys would be coming. She didn't mention it?"

Jane redoubled her stroking with one hand while placing the other arm under her breasts, holding them up, hoping to make them a more desirable target. He looked down at her, her large eyes pleading with him.

"Well I could be mistaken, Jane is usually a good girl about such things"

Michael was still looking at Jane. It wasn't the stolen glances at her while talking to Sam, he sustained the eye contact. Keeping a hand on his penis, she stopped stroking him and simply looked up at him, her eyes wide. She mouthed the word "Please."

"Usually." He repeated, clearly disappointed.

With a sigh, Jane relented. She opened her mouth and lifted his cock up to it, and resumed sucking it.

"Mm. Yes. " he half groaned.

"I'm sorry?" Sam asked, confused, unaware that Jane was once again going to town on Michael's cock, not 4 feet away.

"Sorry. Don't um, don't know where my heads at." He said, thrusting a bit as he spoke. "Of course tonight's good. So good."

"Great! I was kinda hoping that is what Jane's pie was for." Sam confessed.

"Yes, Jane is such a good wife." He said while she continued to lick and suck his cock.

"See you about 7 then?' He asked.

Jane sensed Michael was close. As much as she didn't want to swallow his cum, she had to admit it was a bit exciting being so naughty under their neighbour's nose. She wondered if she could finish Michael off before Sam walked away, so she pumped his cock with one hand as she continued to lick and suck with her mouth and tongue. Her other hand reached up and fondled his balls. It was enough to push him over the edge.

"Yessss. Definitely cumming." Michael said as he spurted into Jane's waiting mouth.

Jane was divided. On one hand it was very exciting to have been able to get her husband off without Sam knowing. On the other hand, she was still upset at him insisting on cumming in her mouth yet again. And this was a substantial load, due to his heightened excitement from the rather daring situation.

So, in an act of silent defiance, Jane refused to swallow it. He may have been able to insist that he cum in her mouth but he couldn't make her to actually swallow.

"See you both then." Sam said "And don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

Jane was immediately, terribly embarrassed at having been found out. Her jaw literally dropped in horror. The load of spunk in her mouth poured out, down between her large breasts. She started to get up, to apologize to Sam for their behaviour, when Michael's hand stopped her.

"Secret?" He asked.

"You doing woman's work I mean. Don't worry, Annie makes me do the dishes too." He said as he walked into his backyard.

Michael laughed, not at Sam's joke so much as at Jane and how she had nearly revealed herself.

"That was close." Michael said as he looked at his wife, his cum still dripping off her chin, her chest coated in it.

Jane's heart was racing. She was excited by what she had just done to her husband, but the near humiliation of almost revealing herself, never mind almost doing so topless and covered in cum was too much. She retreated to the bathroom and it wasn't until she was washing the sperm off her bare chest that she realize her defiant act had gone completely unnoticed by Michael.

Jane takes another stand

Jane looked around her home. It had been almost 3 months since she had decided that she wasn't happy and had resolved to do something about it.

She was proud that she had built up the courage to talk to Michael about being a better husband, and happier still that the last three months had seen a marked improvement. But it had come at a cost, as she learned she had been neglectful in her wifely duties. So for nearly three months she had performed fellatio on her husband at least once a week.

While she might not have loved going down on her husband, she appreciated it was important to him and had tried to become adept at it for him. What she didn't like was the amount of times he seemed to arrange for her to swallow his ejaculate. Desperate to find a compromise, she finally gathered the nerve to ask someone for advice.

When her husband came home from work that night, she wore a new dress, red with white accents that highlighted her fantastic figure. Her long black hair was held in place by a red hair band that matched her dress. Around her neck was the string of pearls Michael had given her for their anniversary last year. She looked, without a doubt, like the perfect housewife.

They were about 15 minutes into their usual "how was your day conversation" before she finally spoke up.

"I spoke with Andrea today." she told him.

"Mmmmph?" he asked, still chewing on some meatloaf.

"Thought I would check in, see how married life was treating her." she told him

"Well, I hope." he said absent-mindedly.

"Mostly, though I think I gave her a bit of a shock when I inquired about how she was coming along with her wifely duties." Jane said.

Michael stopped eating, and suddenly gave the conversation his full attention.

"It seems she didn't know about them either." She continued "Obviously, I explained to her how important they were to you, I mean, to us."

"And what did she say to that?" He asked, trying to stay causal, but growing concerned that his weekly blowjobs were about to come to an end.

"She was surprised, but I think I convinced her how vital this was, and how it was her duty to relieve her man, at least once a week."

Michael sighed in relief. Not only would his weekly blow jobs continue, but it looked like Greg would owe him a huge thank you as well.

"She did however, bring up a very interesting point."

Michael looked at her, quizzically.

"She asked if a husband was supposed to reciprocate."

"How do you mean?" he asked.

"Why, cunnilingus of course." she told him.

"Cunnilingus?!" he repeated.

"Yes dear, cunnilingus." she told him.

He was surprised. He had tried to go down on her a couple of times shortly after they had married but she had stopped him each time. She didn't say it but he got the feeling she thought it was dirty, so he hadn't made any further attempts. It was something he was more than willing to do though, as his current erection could attest.

"And how often would I be expected to, um, do that?" he asked, flirting with her

"Oh, once or twice a week would suffice, I should think. No need to go overboard." she said.

He laughed, as she used his own words against him.

"When would I, umm," he pretended to struggle for words.

"Perform cunnilingus? I wouldn't dream of telling you when that would be appropriate." She finished his sentence, smiling.

"Would it be inappropriate to suggest now?" he asked.

"No, I don't believe it would" she told him. "Why don't you put dinner in the fridge and meet me in 5 minutes."

Jane then got up and went into their bedroom.

5 minutes later, Michael walked into their bedroom to find his wife laying on the bed, head on a pillow. Her dress was fanned out to the sides but the front still covered her to her knees.

Michael approached the bed, and spoke softly. "My, my. What do we have here?"

"Shhh." She told him. "No talking."

He smiled, surprised. This was very UnJane-like behaviour.

He got on the bed, and sat between his wife's feet. He reached out and put one hand on each knee, and slowly felt his way up her thighs. His hands disappeared under her dress, and when he reach her upper legs he fanned his thumbs out to hook around her underwear and unexpectedly came into contact with her bush.

He pulled her dress over her waist, revealing her to him. He was shocked to see she wasn't wearing any panties!

Instead he had a clear look at his wife's pubic hair. It was a neatly trimmed large triangle that seemed to point to her swollen lips.

"Jane, whatever..." he tried to ask her a question, but she sat up and put a finger to his lips.

"Shh." She told him as she gently but firmly took hold of his head and guided him to her pussy. "It's not polite to speak with your mouth full."

Michael immediately licked her. She moaned in delight. His tongue worked its way down her lips where he did his best to get it as deep as it would go. She tasted wonderful, but he wasn't able to enjoy it long as she stopped him.

"Outside dear." She instructed him. "Focus your tongue on the outside."

Again Michael was surprised. His wife was instructing him? Where was this coming from? He did what Jane told him though, and resumed licking her swollen lips.

"Just the tip." She told him.

"Mmmm?" he asked, ready to use the tip of his cock anyway she wanted.

"Just use the tip of your tongue." She told him, which made far more sense.

Jane, it seemed, was determined to make him as good at this, as she was a fellatio.

Michael resumed licking once more, this time only using the tip of his tongue. He gently moved it up and down, and in circles. She ran her fingers through his hair as his tongue worked its way around her. She pulled at it and gasped when he managed to hit a particularly good spot, teaching him what she liked.

Soon he became playful with her, using his tongue to spell her name and his, paying close attention to which movements caused which reactions. Eventually he decided to try his luck with a finger, sticking inside her while he continued to lick. She moaned, and not quietly, so he tried a second finger, and her response was even louder.

"Fuck." She told him, cursing for the first time in front of him.

He continued to lick as his fingers worked in and out of her tight, wet hole. He curled his fingers up while inside her and she gasped.

"Don't stop." She ordered him. He repeated the motion and she squealed, grabbing his head and holding him against her. He continued to lick while pumping his curled his fingers in and out of her, as she moaned, louder and louder.

He licked and pumped, licked and pumped and her orgasm built. Her body was riding a wave, about to crest. She wanted it to last forever and at the same time yearned for the release of a climax. If Michael felt half this good when she sucked his cock she could finally understand why he was so insistent with her.

He continued to lick and eventually she crested the wave, screaming "Oh god. You're such a good husband!" as she came, his face still buried in her pussy.

When Michael was finally able to come up for air, she handed him a handkerchief that she had put on the bedside table, which he used to wipe his face.

"How was that?" he asked innocently.

"That was an excellent start." she assured him '"But why don't we give it another go?"

"Mind you..." She rose and walked to the window, opening it. "...this time, lets see if we can get the Sam and Annie to hear us."

She lay back down on the bed and as her husband started to go down on her again, she smiled.

She had a husband she loved very much, practically everything she could ask for, and finally she was very, very happy.

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Aug 26, 2018 in blowjob

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