This is a work of fiction. It contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts. It is not intended for minors.


Lancaster Quickie: Wifely Duty (MF, rom, oral) (REVISION)
By Boondocker (Boondocker42@gmail.com)

The first version of this story was written in a single sitting with only one read-through for corrections. I am leaving that original up for comparison.

I decided to try writing in the present tense. It works technically but I'm not really a fan of the way it sounds.

Anyway, this revision has put everything in present tense as well as general minor improvements here and there.




Jared Lancaster had a light day at work. Somehow, as his mind wandered, he started thinking about sex. For any red-blooded male that isn't exactly unusual but it wasn't something that Jared was prone to. 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 peaks. Compared to a runway model she is on the stout side and her stomach is soft rather than flat but is only ever noticeable to her own critical eye.

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 is possibly 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 loving fuck bunny. Many couples may have sex more days a week but there are very few indeed that actually have more sex. For the Lancasters, spending two hours actively fucking or playing between rounds was typical. Sometimes, Stacy would get so turned on that two hours wasn't nearly enough and she would wake her husband two or three times through the night, each time spending another hour in sweaty, heaving union.

Their nights of passion are a bit pedestrian but intense and sustained.

However, it has now been over two weeks since Jared last dipped his wick. Stacy's job as an office manager has her overseeing a very complicated merger and she is working long hours and spending every waking moment with her mind on everything that needs to be done. Stacy is very good at her job and gets great satisfaction from solving problems and generally making things work.

Sex simply hasn't crossed her mind.

So Jared is 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 hears the shower running as he nears their bedroom. Jared sighs. This probably means she has another dinner meeting and more work yet to do tonight. The shower stops as he begins to take off his cloths.

Stacy isn't the kind of woman that takes hours to get ready for anything. Most of the time she wears no makeup but during the merger she has 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 is sitting on the side of bed in his boxers having kicked off his jeans. He's still wearing his light flannel shirt. Many times Stacy has grumbled over the way she had to dress for the office while he could go to work looking like a teenager.

Jared is kind of staring at nothing, contemplating the probable empty night ahead of him. He starts a bit when he realizes his wife has come out of the bathroom naked. Stacy doesn't suffer from an excess of modesty but she usually covers up almost without really thinking about it. Either she is so preoccupied she didn't think to put on a robe or...

Stacy sees the way Jared perks up and has to laugh. "Happy to see me?" she asks.

"Always" her husband answers, trying to put real meaning in the word. She smiles in return. Without a word, she kneels between his legs and reaches for the waistband of his boxers.

Jared is a little uncertain as he lifts his behind to help her strip his shorts off. Stacy is pretty predictable in a lot of ways. Jared was certainly happy to see his wife walking his way without a stitch of clothing but he also noticed that she was not aroused. She put no extra sway in her step and her eyes are open and calm rather than lidded with lust or wide with eagerness.

Most importantly, the delicate seashell pink caps of her breasts are flat. By this time in their marriage, Jared knows the signs of his bride's arousal very well indeed; she is not horny in the least.

So what is she doing burying her head in his groin?

Stacy tickles Jared's thigh with one hand while the other feeds his soft penis into her open mouth. It doesn't stay soft long. His neglected little soldier rises to attention with startling speed, eliciting a giggle from the naked woman. Jared leans back on his arms and spreads his legs to give his wife maximum access.

Jared's full seven inches are hard and throbbing now. As usual, Stacy has to back way off. She is not a skilled cock-sucker and never takes in more than half her husband's hardened length. The main reason for her lack of skill is her lack of practice. She has no qualms about putting a cock in her mouth; in fact she kind of enjoys it. She even likes the taste of sperm and also her own secretions. Or it may be more accurate to say that she enjoys the intimate nature of tasting those unique flavors.

But the problem with having a cock in her mouth is that said cock is not where it belongs. Stacy is a woman of strong but simple sexual appetites. If there is a hard cock available - and assuming she is in the mood herself - that cock belongs in her cunt.

A blowjob just wastes a perfectly good erection as far as she is concerned.

So, all her practice had been limited to the amount of time it takes to get the subject hard. She'd never had time or inclination to learn finesse. Also, while Jared's dick is basically average in size, his helmet is rather large, seemingly two sizes too big for his shaft. It simply won't fit very far into Stacy's mouth.

Stacy pulls the hardened cock from her lips and smiles up at her husband. Still, there is something slightly off about the smile; it lacks passion. It is friendly and loving but not shaped by lust. Jared opens his mouth to say something but Stacy lifts a finger to shush him. Then she begins to stroke his spit-slick cock with both hands. She twists her hands back and forth across the knob and then up and down the shaft.

This is already more time than his wife usually spends 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 trails kisses along the underside of his sex and licks at the head again. With her chin pressing against the split between his glands she tells 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 seals her lips across the head and presses the tip of her tongue into his cum-hole and rotates it back and forth.

Jared moans. He stops trying to figure out what game his wife is playing. Being given permission to just let himself cum and fill her mouth with weeks of stored seed sends shivers through him.

Jared didn't climax right that second. For the next two minutes or so, Stacy's tongue travels across every pore of her lover's big knob while her hands move constantly up and down the organ's length. Twice she lets her teeth gently scratch across his taunt skin while she grins up at him.

But Jared does cum. Stacy can feel the tension in his body and the extra swell of the meaty log she loves so much. She takes her cue from a final strangled grunt and slides the tip of his cock back into her mouth.

The hot and viscous cream that comes shooting out tastes wonderful to Stacy. She lets the big shot of cum flood her mouth and coat her tongue in delight. She can tell that it is a big load and it is 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 doesn't have time for another shower so she is careful to catch everything Jared gives her in her mouth. Also, she doesn't really want to fall into the trap of becoming aroused herself. That would be... inconvenient.

She swallows several times to keep up with the flow.

Sighing heavily, Jared lays back on the bed as the last drops of ejaculate drop into Stacy's mouth. She uses a hand to pump the dregs into her suctioning mouth and makes a show of smacking her lips. She stands and looks down at him, smiling at her darling man. It has to be his imagination but he could swear that her teeth are the whitest he's ever seen them.

"What brought that on?" he asks.

"You've been so patient with me for the past couple weeks. I knew you needed some relief."

He raises his head to eye her. "What about you?"

She shrugs and runs a hand through her mostly dry hair. "I still have a lot to do for work."

Jared just kind of shakes his head and lets 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 is that there are no games played with hidden meanings or snide remarks. Jared knows the way his wife's mind works (more or less) and she knows that he knows. She shrugs again. "Yeah, basically. I'll try not to let it go so long next time." She pinches his kneecap and wiggles his leg. The contact sets off the funny nervous impulse up his thigh and groin and makes 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 gazes at the ceiling for a few moments. "That... that's actually a little scary."

"Oh come on, hun, you survived the honeymoon."

"Barely!" he says 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 a wedding are hogwash, didn't I?"

Jared just sighs again. The he grumbles, "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 doesn't quite stomp over to her dresser. "Get dressed - and I mean something decent." Stacy says. "A bunch of people from work are coming over tonight for another meeting."

This time Jared's moan is tinged with suffering misery. "Crap. What's for dinner?"

"Sartellie's is delivering lasagna." She answers. Jared makes a grudgingly satisfied noise; he likes Italian food. "Yes, you can have some. But then make yourself scarce."

Softly bitching as a matter of principal, he strips off his shirt as he heads for the bathroom. Stacy begins pulling on her cloths, her mind already on the regional assignments for the sales-force.


Boondocker
