Wifely Duties

"I'm home!" Robert called, setting his briefcase down next to the stairs. The well-built, dark-haired young man walked into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around his wife from behind. She, a lovely young blonde named Mary, would certainly interpret it as nothing more than ordinary husbandly fondness, but a long day of staring at the busty secretary whose desk was directly across from his, he felt nearly pent-up enough to just bend Mary over that damn stove then and there.

"Darling!" Mary cried happily, turning and wrapping her arms around his neck with an oblivious smile. "How was your day?" she asked, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He smiled down at her fondly. "Well, sweetheart, we're in a busy time of year right now, a bit stressful, but Mr. Andrews says I've been doing a great job, and if I keep it up, I might be next in line for a promotion."

"How wonderful," she said, breaking the embrace in order to turn back to the oven. "I'm making your favorite-meatloaf."

He frowned at the loss of contact. "Say, Mary, I've been

really

stressed at work here." He snaked his arms back around her middle, pressing himself against her to where she could surely feel his half-hard member rubbing against her backside and sneaking a hand up to grope at her breasts, just in case she didn't get the hint. Sure enough, she stiffened with a little gasp, then giggled slightly.

"Well, why didn't you just say so, Robbie?" she asked, turning around to wrap her arms back around him, pulling their bodies flush. "Who cares, let the meatloaf blacken a little."

Their lips met, almost chastely at first, but when he pressed his tongue against the seam of her mouth, her lips slid apart obediently to allow him access. He groaned softly as their tongues met.

God, I love this woman,

he thought, feeling his mind beginning to cloud with lust.

She'll let me do whatever the hell I want to her.

After a long, wet kiss, he pulled back, and taking her by the hand, he led her upstairs to the bedroom. She followed happily, seeming eager to do her wifely duties, to please him.

Good,

Robert thought.

There's nothing more irritating than a woman who doesn't know her place.

He sat on the bed, spreading his legs apart and shrugging off his jacket. His cock, now almost painfully erect, was clearly visible through the fabric of his slacks, and Mary stared at the bulge with wide eyes and a tinge of blush visible even through her makeup. Robert smirked slightly.

Adorable.

"Come on, sweetheart. Wanna help me out of my work clothes?"

She sat on the bed eagerly and began. First his jacket-he sighed with relief at the loss of the stifling fabric-then his shirt, her fingers going down the buttons with nimble ease until he was left in just his undershirt. She unzipped his pants next, the prominent bulge becoming even more obvious with only his jockey shorts to hide it. She bit her lip, rubbing her thumb over the wet patch where the head of his cock rested, and he swallowed back a low moan. "Jesus, baby, you're killing me. Come here."

She crawled further into his lap, and he unbuttoned the front of her dress as quickly as he could, exposing a white bra with a bow on the front. At another time, he would have found it cute, but now, desperate for her and impatient with her modesty, he removed it roughly, tearing one of the straps. She frowned slightly, crossing her arms under her breasts. "I'll buy you a new one," Robert promised hurriedly. "Gosh, you're so beautiful, Mary, I just couldn't help myself."

Her breasts really were beautiful-plump and even, but still perky with youth, with gorgeous pink nipples that Robert had always wanted to suck on, but never had. Now, so horny he could barely think straight, he couldn't imagine why.

He grabbed Mary roughly by the waist and pulled her closer, so that her ass was almost right up against his groin, and ducked his head to close his lips over one pert bud. She shrieked his name in surprise, but didn't protest. Of course-she was his

wife.

What right had she to protest, even if this was as humiliating as it was arousing, even if this wasn't exactly what a proper, Christian man and wife were meant to do in the marriage bed?

Robert held her tight like that for a few minutes, lavishing attention onto her breasts, licking and sucking and nibbling ever-so-softly at first one, and then the other. Mary whined quietly, in such a way that Robert couldn't determine whether she was upset or whether she enjoyed it. Maybe a little of both. She squirmed weakly against him, her face positively flaming and her neatly done blonde hair beginning to muss up. Robert couldn't help but smile into her chest at her disheveled state.

"What's gotten into you, Robbie?" Mary asked, her voice still a little unsteady.

"I'm sorry, baby," Robert said. "God, I just can't help myself. It's like you bring out this animal in me, you know?" He growled playfully, and Mary giggled weakly. "Now come on, let's get that dress on the floor."

Very shortly, the dress was on the floor, along with her panties and stockings. Sitting before him like this, completely nude with her thighs parted, tits and cunt on display just for him, Robert found himself, if it was possible, even more aroused than before. He shuffled his shorts off, his erection dripping another bead of pre-ejaculate as he tossed them into the pile with Mary's clothes.

Looking at Mary, he found her eyes trained on his cock, an unreadable expression on her face. "Like what you see?" he asked, taking himself in hand and shaking his member lazily in her direction. She let out a strangled sort of noise, blush spreading to her ears now, and he beckoned her forward with one finger. "Come here."

When she had crawled back between his legs, he put a hand on her shoulder gently, stopping her. She looked up at him, confused and wide-eyed, and he smiled down at her in a way he hoped was reassuring but he feared came off more lecherous than anything. "Open your mouth."

She parted her lips slightly, looking even more confused, and he sighed. "Wider. Come on now, baby."

Obediently, she opened her mouth further, and he placed his hands on the back of her head gently, stroking a thumb reassuringly over the top of her hair as he guided her mouth toward his cock. She pushed back slightly against his grip, eyes suddenly wide and panicked. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Robert, this-"

He shushed her gently. "Mary, I'm your husband. You obey me, remember?"

She still looked unsure, but when he pushed her head toward his groin again, she obeyed, wrapping her lips around him and letting the weight of his cock rest on her tongue. Her eyes began to slide shut as she relaxed, and Robert moaned with abandon at the feeling of her warm mouth around him and the show of submission.

"God, you're good, baby," he groaned. "You're so good, so good for me. Can you use your tongue, baby? Can you do that?"

She obediently began to lave her tongue around his hard member, and he moaned even louder. "Fuck! Oh, fuck, baby, I'm sorry, you're just-" His words trailed off into unintelligible gibberish as he writhed above her, body overcome with pleasure. "Ugh, God, you're so good for me," he finally managed to get out. "Such a good, obedient, little wife, just here for me to-" he broke off, panting, and let out another low groan before continuing, pushing her head down even further onto his cock. Tears were rolling down her face by now, fat dark beads of salt and mascara, but pulling out now felt to him as unimaginable as cutting off a limb, and she was still resolutely twisting her tongue around him, sucking him in.

I'll just finish quickly,

he thought. "So good for me," he mumbled, "so good to-to

use-

"

Suddenly, almost without warning, he released, spilling his load into her mouth. She whimpered around him, tears coming faster now, and he bit back an undignified sound at the feeling on his over-sensitive cock, pulling out of her mouth hurriedly.

She gasped for air, then gulped and wiped at her cheeks, his spend dribbling from one corner of her mouth, her hair matted and tangled against her head and her makeup almost completely cried away.

Even on their wedding day, Robert didn't think he had ever seen her look so beautiful.

He went to gather her to his chest, meaning to offer apologies and promises that it wouldn't happen again (lies, of course. That little venture had been far too erotic to abandon), but when he reached to pull her in, he felt the strangest thing on her thighs.

They were soaked-not with sweat, but with something else, something thicker. To confirm his suspicions, he reached toward her cunt, ignoring her half-hearted whines of protest, and just as he suspected, she was positively dripping with natural lubricant.

He pressed his face to her neck, this time, to hide that lascivious grin. "Darling," he practically purred, "did you enjoy that?"

She whimpered. "W-what? I..." She trailed off, seemingly unable to decide even to herself how she had felt about the encounter. No matter-her body told Robert everything he needed to know.

He began to rub over the outside of her sex, exploring it until he found a particular spot that made her stiffen in his arms and let out a poorly stifled moan. "Don't be shy, darling," he chastised, smirking. Now that he had regained a bit of his own self-control, Mary was proving very fun to experiment with, and he was curious to see what else he could get her to do.

Still blushing, and seemingly unwilling to meet his eyes, Mary relaxed slightly into his lap, only to let out a quiet shriek when he resumed his rubbing at that magic spot, this time rougher and faster in a way that she seemed to like quite a bit, if her near-nonstop moaning and the frantic way she wriggled against him were any indication. With his unoccupied fingers, he dipped slightly into her neglected, leaking hole, and she spasmed violently, gushing around his fingers, before sagging against him, her hot face resting against his broad chest with a little sigh.

"That's a girl," Robert said soothingly, stroking over her hair with his clean hand. "Just one more thing, baby." He raised his other hand to her face, fingers shining with her fluids. "Clean me off?"

This time, she didn't even need to be wheedled or cajoled-she opened her mouth obediently, wrapping her lips around the soiled digits and running her tongue over and around them until every trace of her wetness was gone from them. Task finished, she relaxed back against him, eyes beginning to drift closed.

Suddenly, she pushed herself back and groaned, smelling the burning odor in the air of their home. "Darling? We forgot the meatloaf."