"Do you want to cum in your little wifey's mouth? Come on baby, cum in my mouth, I'll swallow like a good wife should."
Not your typical banter between a mid thirties married couple, but one that has become SOP in our home since my wife lost her job and decided to focus on... Well, being the ultimate wife, I guess.
Let's back this up six months, so you understand how we got here. We were a career oriented power couple, both totally focused on our jobs and both wildly competitive. The result is we've driven each other to be better, go harder and earn more since getting together a decade ago.
Lana is blonde, 5'6", in excellent shape and sporting 34 D's that have little understanding of gravity. She's been a cut throat sales manager for the last few years and made a fair amount of money with a winner take all attitude and a smile that has made more than a few grown men forget they were married. Our sex life is sporadic and has gone from multi hour fuck fests in our twenties to the occassional missionary romp on the rare weekend we are both in town. We weren't really complaining, but I suspect we both missed the days of less responsibility and more, wild sex.
I'm 6' dark hair, clean shaven, work out three times a week and run a division of a large company in the North East. We live in a lovely suburban neighborhood, but work usually takes precedence and the house is unkept at best.
Things changed dramatically about six months ago when Lana came home in tears. The company she was working for was in financial trouble and they had shut down her division. With no notice she was on the street and jobless, albeit with a healthy severance package.
I had little concern she'd find a new gig and we were not hurting for money, so this seemed like a paid vacation to me, but Lana took it as a personal hit and spent a month eating ice cream in her pajamas in a state of mild depression.
About the thirty day period she seemed to be coming out of it and I had left town for a week of work travel. Upon arriving back I pulled up and immediately noticed the lawn was mowed, flower beds cleaned up and the front door painted. Maybe she hired a handyman? Odd, but not alarming.
I walked in and was greeted by a woman in a tiny sundress, substantial cleavage showing, very tall heels and a massive smile. She handed me a drink, took my bag and walked back into the kitchen "Hi honey, welcome home, I hope you like what I've done with the place" said Lana as I watched the dress sway from her curvy hips. What the hell? Had my wife been brainwashed? Abducted by aliens? Fallen into a fifties sitcom? I followed with a quizzical look and an underlying concern the Stepford Wives may be a real thing.
"I figured you might be hungry, so I made dinner, I hope you like it." Lana trailed off as she taste tested a sauce. We have not made a legitimate sit down dinner in months, so this moment could not be more out of character.
"Do you like my dress? I figured as long as I'm a stay at home wife, I should dress and act the part." And with that she thrust out her chest showing enough cleavage that a nipple should have popped out as well. She teasingly flipped up the hem revealing she had also foregone underwear. I had forgotten how hot this woman was and now in full makeup and dressed as the risque version of a fifties wife, replete with 5" heels I could think of little else.
Lana saw me eyeing her ass and wiggled up to me, pushed up on her toes and kissed me with a passion I have not seen in years. Meanwhile her hand rubbed across my growing hard on and let out an approving moan.
"I hope you like what you see, why don't you take your drink and go sit down in the living room, I'll bring dinner to you." Serving me a meal as well? I made a mental note to research the Stepford Wives thing. I headed to the other room and made myself comfortable, half wondering if this was a weird dream or cruel hoax.
Within minutes Lana came in with a plate and handed it off to me. She bent over at the waist, showing her chest at the best possible angle and flashed me a sexy smile. I could see the dress slide up and expose her ass in the mirror on the other side of the room. I also caught the glint of something shiny between her curvy butt cheeks that I could not even begin to get my head around. Yeh, this was clearly some sort of fever dream. It had to be.
"Enjoy your dinner honey, I'm going to go clean up." Lana pivoted on her heels and sashayed out of the room. I enjoyed a lovely meal, although slightly distracted by what appeared to be a failing grip on reality.
Lana appeared about twenty minutes later, dropped to her knees in front of me, pushed my legs apart and placed herself squarely at my crotch. "As long as I'm going to be a stay at home wifey, I thought I should be the very best at it, would you like a blow job for desert?"
Not that I was even capable of answering, but she was already pulling my pants off before I could so much as nod my head. Besides, who would refuse that request anyway?
Oral had been hit or miss across our marriage and it was definitely not something she asked to do. In fact, she rarely even let me go down on her.
That mirror was again doing its job and now on her knees and bent over revealed the flash I had seen earlier was a butt plug. Although previous girlfriends where happy to take it in the ass, anal stuff has never been in our repertoire. Was this a preview of coming attractions? My god I hoped so.
"Do you want to cum in your little wifey's mouth? Come on baby, cum in my mouth, I'll swallow like a good wife should."
A whisky in one hand and a handful of blond hair in the other as my lovely wife begged me to cum in her mouth was certainly a wonderful way to come home to after a long week on the road and combined with the sexy view of her scantily clad body had me getting close to cumming.
"This is hot baby, I love being in your mouth and the view of your ass is amazing, I'm getting close." Lana doubled her efforts, my cock hitting the back of her throat with each pump and my eyes now rolling back in my head.
"You like what you see baby? You can fuck my face if you want, I'm here to make you feel good..." Lana's diatribe ended abruptly as I put my drink down, grabbed two handfuls of hair and pushed my cock down her throat, cumming in a mind bending orgasm.
Lana didn't miss a beat, swallowed my load as promised and carefully licked me clean before buttoning my pants up and heading into the kitchen to refill my drink.
I remained in my chair dazed and almost afraid to say anything in fear of breaking whatever spell my beautiful wife was under.
"You see dear, I spent the last few days thinking about my predicament and realized, I'd really like to take some time off, but I still need to be the best at something. Wifeing seemed like the obvious answer. From now until the end of the year, I'd like to focus my energy on being the best spouse possible, is that OK with you?" Asked Lana as she returned with a fresh drink and sans the sundress and bra.
Nude, apparently shaven smooth and offering me a drink is most certainly the best method to get a yes answer out of any man. I slowly nodded, still not sure how real this was.
"Oh, and I bought some toys you might like." Lana turned around and pulled her ass cheeks apart.
"I know you like anal, but I need to work up to having a big cock up there, so I'm starting with this plug and then I have a few larger ones. I really like the way it feels and am looking forward to feeling you fuck my ass soon." Shared a very excited wife.
Yeh, this was Stepford for sure, she had been swatting my hands away from her ass for a decade and was now using plugs to stretch herself out. My dick approved, though and I started getting hard again.
"Let's go to bed and talk about the new you." I recommended and watched the sway of her hips as she rotated on her heels towards our bedroom.
"Did you like using my mouth? I think a good wifey probably does that a lot, right?" Asked Lana with a wink before our lips met and we fell into bed.
It wasn't long before I had shed my clothes and was enjoying my first shaved pussy. I could lick her for days like this. Everything was so exposed and so beautiful. Lana was thrashing about and had easily cum a half dozen times before she begged me to stop.
"Oh fuck, I can't take anymore, please baby, if I cum again, I'm pretty sure my brain will short circuit, oh fuuuuuuck... " I thought she might have one more in there.
I wiped my face off and crawled up next to my heavy breathing wife. "Would you like to fuck me from behnd? You can play with my plug, it feels really good when you push on it a little." Lana rolled onto her stomach and slid her legs under her while demonstrating the plug movement.
I moved in behind her and momentarily enjoyed the view. Still in her heels and with the jeweled plug now fully exposed above a glistening wet pussy, she was a sight to behold.
"Fuck me baby, let me make your dick feel good. Grab my hips and pound your cock into my shaved pussy." I liked the dirty talk and did exactly as requested.
"You're so wet baby, I love how hot you feel wrapped around my dick. I want to cum inside you so bad."
She was indeed wet and moaned louder than I'd ever heard her before. It wasn't long before I was balls deep and could feel the plug bumping into my pubic bone causing her to groan each time I bumped it.
"Cum inside me, fill up my wet pussy, I want to feel you cum" begged Lana as she was rubbing her clit and my balls through her slightly spread legs.
That was all I could take and I slammed my hips into hers as I came with a roar. I could feel Lana's pussy convulsing as well as her orgasm joining the party. Pretty sure I left handprints on her hips.
We passed out shortly after and I awoke to the sun pushing through the shades and a hot mouth on my cock. "Good morning honey, I made some breakfast and came to wake you up, but it looked like some of you was already up." Said Lana as her mouth dropped back onto my morning wood.
Although I was enjoying another enthusiastic blowjob, I wasn't going to be able to cum with a full bladder and regretfully pushed her off as I stood up to take care of business. "Let me know if you need to finish that later baby." Said Lana with a wry smile, wiggling off to the kitchen.
Goddamn, I really liked this and was actually more relaxed than I had been in years. We spent the day together, did a little shopping and a few house projects. Lana had done a ton of work and the place was really shaping up. I could already sense her competitive nature was driving her efforts as comparisons were made to neighboring homes. I loved it.
