"Always" her husband answered, trying to put real meaning in the word. She smiled in return. Without a word, she knelt between his legs and reached for the waistband of his boxers.
Wifely Duty
Jared Lancaster had a light day at work. Somehow, as his mind wandered,
he started thinking about sex. Okay, so for any red-blooded male that
isn't exactly unusual but it wasn't something that Jared usually spent
a lot of time doing. Not since getting married at any rate.
Jared's wife, Stacy, has looks that hover between plain and beautiful.
She keeps her dull-brown hair short. Her pale skin is flawless and her
breasts are less than ample but perfectly shaped with expressive peeks.
Compared to a run-way model she is on the stout side and her stomach is
soft rather than flat but it does not protrude enough to cause concern.
In bed, Stacy runs hot and cold. When she isn't in the mood, there's
little Jared can do to entice her. When she is in the mood, she gets
nearly insatiable. Jared is blessed with unusual stamina and is an
excellent fit for Stacy's needs.
Normally, Jared can count on two or three nights a week of wild,
exhausting sex with his little fuck bunny. Many couples may have sex
more days a week but there are very few indeed that actually have more
sex. When her kitty needs feeding, Stacy will usually fuck for four or
five hours. Or rather, as long as her partner can hold out. Jared is
the only man she's met that can keep up with her... more or less.
However, it has now been over two weeks since Jared last dipped his wick.
Stacy's job as an office manager had her overseeing a very complicated
merger and she was working long hours and spending every waking moment
thinking about everything that needed to be done. Stacy is very good at
her job and proud of her skills.
Sex simply hasn't crossed her mind.
So Jared was left with time on his hands and weeks of pent-up appetite.
His mind can be forgiven for wandering.
Jared knocked off early and headed home. He was surprised to see his
wife's car already there.
He didn't see her in the living-room or kitchen. He heard the shower
running as he neared their bedroom. Jared sighed. This probably meant
she had another dinner-meeting and more work yet to do tonight. The
shower stopped as he began to take off his cloths.
Stacy wasn't the kind of woman that took hours to get ready for
anything. Most of the time she wore no make-up but during the merger
she had been wearing her simple "meeting face" makeup more than usual.
Her short hair more or less dropped into place on its own... but it
kind of looked it so that wasn't any great blessing. It was only a
minute or two before the bathroom door opened and she wandered out.
Jared was sitting on the bed in his boxers having kicked off his jeans.
He was still wearing his light flannel shirt. Many times Stacy had
grumbled over the way she had to dress for the office while he could go
to work looking like a teenager.
Jared was kind of staring at nothing, contemplating the probable empty
night ahead of him. He started a bit when he realized his wife had come
out of the bathroom naked. Stacy didn't suffer from an excess of
modesty but she usually covered up almost without really thinking about
it. Either she was so preoccupied she hadn't thought to put on a robe
or...
Stacy saw the way Jared perked up and had to laugh. "Happy to see me?"
she asked.
"Always" her husband answered, trying to put real meaning in the word.
She smiled in return. Without a word, she knelt between his legs and
reached for the waistband of his boxers.
Jared was a little uncertain as he lifted his behind to help her strip
his shorts off. Stacy was pretty predictable in a lot of ways. Jared
had certainly been happy to see his wife walking his way without a
stitch of clothing but he had also noticed that she was not aroused.
She put no extra sway in her step and her eyes were open and calm
rather than lidded with lust or wide with eagerness.
Most importantly, the delicate seashell pink caps of her breasts were
flat. By this time in their marriage, Jared knew the signs of his
bride's arousal better than he knew his own phone number; she was not
horny in the least.
So what was she doing burying her head in his groin?
Stacy tickled Jared's thigh with one hand while the other fed his soft
penis into her waiting mouth. It didn't stay soft long. His neglected
little soldier rose to attention with startling speed, eliciting a
giggle from the naked woman. Jared leaned back on his arms to give his
wife maximum access.
Jared's full seven inches were hard and throbbing. As usual, Stacy had
to back way off. She was not a skilled cock-sucker and never took in
more than half her husband's length. The main reason for her lack of
skill was her lack of practice. She had no qualms about putting a cock
in her mouth; in fact she kind of enjoyed it. She even liked the taste
of sperm and also her own secretions.
But the problem with having a cock in her mouth was that said cock was
not where it belonged. Stacy was a woman of strong but simple sexual
appetites. If there was a hard cock available - and assuming she was in
the mood herself - that cock belonged in her cunt.
Sucking cock just wasted a perfectly good erection as far as she was
concerned.
So, all her practice was limited to the amount of time it took to get
the subject hard. She'd never had time to learn finesse. Also, while
Jared's dick was basically average in size, his helmet was rather
large, seemingly two sizes too big for his shaft. It simply wouldn't
fit very far into Stacy's mouth.
Stacy pulled the hardened cock from her lips and smiled up at her
husband. Still, there was something slightly off about the smile; it
lacked passion. Jared opened his mouth to say something but Stacy
lifted a finger to shush him. Then she began stroking his spit-slick
cock with both hands. She twisted her hand back and forth across the
knob and then up and down the shaft.
This was already more time than his wife usually spent "playing" with
his cock. Well, except for those times when he had already cum four or
five times and she was desperate to get him hard again. So this was
more time than she ever spent playing with a hard cock.
She kissed along the underside of his sex and licked at the head again.
With her chin pressed against the split between the head's glands she
told him softly, "You don’t have to hold back for me Jare. I want to
taste it. I want to feel you cum in my mouth." To prove her sincerity,
she sealed her lips across the head and pressed the tip of her tongue
into his cum-hole and twisted it back and forth.
Jared moaned. He'd stopped trying to figure out what game his wife was
playing. And being given permission to just let himself cum and fill
her mouth with weeks of stored seed had sent shivers through him.
Jared didn't climax right that second. For the next two minutes or so,
Stacy's tongue traveled across every pore of her lover's big knob while
her hands moved constantly up and down the organ's length. Twice she
let her teeth gently scratch across his taunt skin while she grinned up
at him.
But Jared did cum. Stacy could feel the tension in his body and the
extra swell of the meaty log she loved so much. She took her cue from a
final strangled grunt and took the tip of his cock into her mouth.
The hot and viscous cream that came shooting out tasted wonderful to
Stacy. She let the big shot of cum flood her mouth and coat her tongue
in delight. She could tell that it was a big load and it was almost
immediately followed by a second equally as large.
She would have liked to let it shoot across her face. She would have
liked to let it spill out of her mouth and down across her chest. It
was so very rare that she did this and she wished she could appreciate
it properly.
But she didn’t have time for another shower so she was careful to catch
everything Jared could give her in her mouth. Also, she didn't really
want to fall into the trap of becoming aroused herself. That would
be... inconvenient.
She swallowed several times to keep up with the flow.
Sighing heavily, Jared lay back on the bed as the last drops of
ejaculate dropped into Stacy's moth. She used a hand to pump the dregs
into her suctioning mouth and then made a show of smacking her lips.
She stood up and looked down at him, smiling at her darling man. It had
to be his imagination but he could swear that her teeth were the
whitest he'd ever seen them.
"What brought that on?" he asked.
"You've been so patient with me for the past couple weeks. I knew you
needed some relief."
He raised his head to eye her. "What about you?"
She shrugged and ran a hand through her mostly dry hair. "I still have
a lot to do at the office. You know how focused I get."
Jared just kind of shook his head and let it drop back to the bed. "So
I was just on your 'to do' list tonight, huh?"
One of the great things about the Lancaster's relationship was then
there were no games played with hidden meanings or snide remarks. Jared
knew the way his wife's mind worked and she knew that he knew. She
shrugged again. "Yeah, basically. I'll try not to let it go so long
next time." She pinched his kneecap and shook his leg. The contact set
off the funny nervous impulse up his thigh and groin and made his
softening cock stir just a little bit. "You also might start giving
some thought to what happens when this mess is over. I am going to have
a LOT of catching up to do."
Jared just gazed at the ceiling for a few moments. "That... that's
actually a little scary."
"Oh come on, hun, you survived the honeymoon."
"Barely!" he said with feeling. "And it's not exactly as if we had a
dry spell before the wedding. Hell, you snuck into my apartment the
night before we got married and raped me!"
"Well, I proved all those concerns about it being bad luck to spend the
night together before wedding are hogwash, didn't I?"
Jared just sighed again. The he grumbled "Have you forgotten how late
we were? The minister was getting into his car to leave..."
"Oh stop whining. He hadn't actually left yet, had he?" She didn't
quite stomp over to her dresser. "Get dressed - and I mean something
decent." Stacy said. "A bunch of people from work are coming over
tonight for another meeting."
This time Jared moaned in suffering misery. "Crap. What's for dinner?"
"Sartelli's is delivering lasagna." She answered. Jared made a
grudgingly satisfied noise; he liked Italian food. "Yes, you can have
some. But then make yourself scarce."
Softly bitching as a matter of principal, he began to dress as she
started pulling on her own cloths.