by PT Winters
Barbara still wasn’t convinced this was a good idea. She liked to have sex with her husband, she even enjoyed sucking his cock for him, but this was too much. As she squatted there, unmoving, he began to pump, sliding his hard dick in and out of her mouth.
“Honey...Guk...maybe...Guk...We should...Guk…” Barbara tried to talk as he rammed her throat repeatedly.
“What’s that? Deeper?” Freddy pretended to not understand her, shifting his hold of her head and pushing his cock deeper into her throat. Barbara pulled back, gagging as he released her head.
“Freddy…” Barbara tried to talk, still catching her breath. “...at least…inside the van?”
“Are you being shy?” He reached down and lovingly stroked her hair away from her face. “Dirty girls don’t need to shy. They just need to take care of their man.”
Freddy leaned forward, once again forcing his cock between her closed lips and into her mouth. Barbara relented, reaching up and taking hold of his cock with her hand. Holding the shaft preventing him from thrusting deep into her throat, but he didn’t seem to mind as her tongue began to swirl around the tip of his cock.
“That’s it!” he encouraged her. “THAT’S IT!”
She pulled herself off his dick with a popping noise, looking up at him as she stroked the length of his shaft with her hand. She blinked her eyes, flirtingly and asked, “Why don’t we move into the van?”
“Honey. all you need to worry about is keeping my dick inside your mouth,” he assured her. “No one is going to see us, you trust me right?”
Barbara hesitated. She did trust her husband, but how could he know if someone would walk out or not? “I trust you, but...:”
“Good, good. You trust me. Just like I trust you.” He nodded. “I trust you’re going to take care of me.”
Barbara wasn’t convinced, but squatting in an alleyway with her husband’s dick in her hands wasn’t the best position to be debating anything from so she just nodded in agreement. Freddy slid his cock into her mouth once more. His movements were a lot slower this time, as he took the time to enjoy the feel of her lips on his shaft as he slid back and forth, in and out.
“That’s a good girl.” he told her. She looked up at him, his cock still in her mouth as he complimented her. She tried to convince herself they were in a private enough place they wouldn’t get caught. She had just about convinced herself when he spoke again. “Besides, even if someone does see us, all they’ll see is my dirty girl taking care of her man. Nothing wrong with that!”
Barbara’s heart jumped into her throat. That was exactly what she was worried about.
“Mmmpphhffff” she tried to say something, but was unable with her mouth full.
“Honey. Honey, relax.” he told her in a calm soothing voice. “Just a few more minutes. You just have continue for a little bit longer okay? Can you do that? Can you do that for me?”
Barbara looked up at her husband, her eyes watering a little as she thought about what he was asking. “Mmmphhfff?”
“Because I need you to.” he answered her unintelligible question. “I need you to be a dirty girl for your husband. Will you do that?”
Barbara blinked away the water that was building in her eyes. Freddy clearly wasn’t going to be denied, and every moment she argued with him was another moment she could be seen. She nodded slightly. “Hmmmfff, mmmfff.”
“That’s a girl.” Freddy told her. Barbara began to actively bob her head up and down on his cock. “That’s a very good girl.”
Barbara stroked his shaft with one hand and cupped his balls with the other, hoping the additional attention would help him finish before they were spotted. She bobbed her head up and down his cock, faster and faster, the wet slurping sounds echoing slightly against the brick walls of the alley.
“Yes, that’s it.” He encouraged her. She looked up at him, hoping he was close. He smiled at the sight of her beautiful eyes. “What are you?”
Freddy often talked dirty in bed. Sometimes he'd tell how good she was with her mouth or whatever body part she was using on his dick, other times he’d thank her for being “filthy” or “dirty” but the thing he liked the most was to get her to say it. In the safety and privacy of their own home, caught up in the heat of the moment, she had confessed to many, many things to excite him.
The unspoken rule she thought they had however, was to never talk about such things outside of the bedroom. For him to be asking that question now was unbelievable. She knew the answer he wanted, she had given it to him many, many times. She just hadn’t ever done so where others could potentially overhear her.
“What. Are. You?” Freddy repeated, thrusting his pelvis with each word.
Barbara pulled her mouth off his cock and whispered “I’m a dirty girl”
“What was that?” Freddy asked, loudly.
Too loudly. If he continued at that level, someone was bound to come and investigate.
“I’m a dirty girl.” Barbara said loud enough for him. He smiled as she continued to pump his shaft, still slick with her saliva. “I’m your dirty girl.”
“And what do dirty girls do?”
“We...suck cock. Dirty girls suck cock.” she relented before devouring his entire cock into her mouth once more. He took hold her head, and began roughly fucking her face. She moaned, half from the roughness and half because she knew he liked to hear it.
“Take it. Take all of it.” he groaned.
“Give it to me. Give it all to your dirty girl.” She told him, before swallowing his cock once more.
“Oh god.” He exclaimed, erupting into her mouth.
At home, in all but the rarest of occasions, Barbara did not swallow when Freddy orgasmed. When they were ready for a family, she would start letting him finish inside her, but until then she preferred it when he came on her chest or stomach. From there, she could just hop into the bathroom and clean up. Out the in the alley way as they were, she had no choice but to swallow. Even if he wasn't holding her head in place, if she tried anything else it would likely mean a mess on her or her clothes, so she dutifully swallowed as Freddy pulsated spurt after spurt.
When he had finished, he patted her head and helped her stand up. “That’s my girl. Why don’t we head back inside and finish up, so we can head home early?”
Barbara wiped her mouth, to make sure there was no evidence of their dalliance. So far as she could tell no one had seen them, which was quite the relief to her. Now that the fear of getting caught was gone, she had to admit what try had just done was rather exciting. She was already looking forward to getting home. If I play this just right, she thought, I might be able to turn my reluctance into a spanking, without the need for the obedience corner.
Barbara felt herself beginning to get wet as the couple headed back into the kitchen.
Donna on the Back Deck
After the Gala ended, and on the drive home Donna turned to her husband, "Robert, I overheard Jane and Barbara talking tonight..."
Robert rolled his eyes as he drove the car. His wife was always letting him know what the neighbors were doing, whose husband was getting promoted and who was buying what. He made good money, in fact he probably made more money than anyone else in the community watch program. The problem was his wife always needed to have what everyone else had so he ended up spending more than anyone else. This conversation was, he thought, undoubtedly going to cost him.
"They were talking about, well, it turns out they both give their husbands fellatio! Can you imagine?!"
Robert shook his head. Whenever Donna started talking like this, it ended with her needing to buy something. For a while he had tried to talk her out of it, but these days it was just too much work. His automatic response these days was to just tune out and agree. In this case he assumed she was talking about furniture or something. It sounded Italian to him. Probably expensive. He could practically feel his wallet getting lighter
"Sure, yeah." He nodded, keeping his eyes on the road ahead. Despite his inclin
ation to tune her out, he was starting to think it was time to put his foot down, she needed to learn she couldn't get everything she wanted.
"They were talking as if all wives give their husband's it." Barbara told him. "Have you ever heard that?"
"Sure. I think a couple of the guys at the country club mentioned getting some last summer." He told her.
"Really? So most husbands do get it?" She pressed.
"I guess, but I don't think you need to give me any fellatio just cause Jane and Barbara gave it to their men."
"It's not just them. The way I understood it, they seemed to think it was a wife's duty to give it."
And there it was. She always had a reason to spend money. It was always, “we'll be a laughingstock if we're the only ones without it” or “I've always wanted this”, even when it was clear she had just learned at the item's existence. That it was “her duty” was a new tactic. He wasn't falling for it, but it had been a long day and he was having trouble building up the energy to argue. "Honey, are you saying if every wife in the neighbourhood gave their husband a fellatio you would too?"
"Wait, are they? Are we the only ones that don't do that every week?" She asked, concerned.
Every week? He was not going to let her buy some new fangled Italian furniture every week. Never mind the cost, their house would fill up and then she'd be wanting a whole new house!
"If you want, you can give me a fellatio. But it has to stay on the back deck, okay?"
Barbara was so caught off guard that he was insisting she do it outside that she completely missed that he had misunderstood what she was talking about.
She hadn't started the conversation wanting to put her husband's penis in her mouth, she had done it once or twice in her youth with one of the more popular boys in her class, but hadn't enjoyed it so had never done it with Robert. To find out that not only were Jane and Barbara doing it, but all wives were, well that was just too much. There was no way she was going to be the only wife not taking care of her man. Her pride insisted on it.
But to do it in the backyard?
"Why the back deck dear?" She asked.
"Well, that way the neighbours can see it of course. There's no point in you giving it to me if everyone doesn't know, right? Or I can just start telling people you gave it to me if you prefer."
Donna wasn't sure what to say. Certainly she didn't want her husband just announcing such a thing, she didn't want a reputation as a fast girl, but he had a point. If she was going to do such a thing to keep up with everyone else, than they had to find out about it somehow.
"No, I don't want you lying to people." She told him.
"Fine, than one on the deck, but that's it. Okay?" Robert was proud of himself, he was compromising with his wife, but also putting his foot down. He was determined to put her need to do what everyone else was doing to an end.
Donna was a bit surprised by Robert's reluctance. She would have assumed this sort of thing interested all men, but maybe this explained why he hadn't pushed for it ever in their 15 year marriage.
As they pulled into their driveway, Donna decided she should do it right away. She was nervous and afraid she would back out in the morning, so she turned to Robert before he got out of the car. "Why don't you head out to try deck right now, and I'll go get ready to give you some fellatio."
"Go get ready?!" Robert was furious. She had already bought some? She had gone too far and he was going to put an end it this but before he could say anything, she was out of the car.
"Of course silly! I can't do it in this nice dress, what if you make a mess on it? Just go sit on the lawn chair and I'll be out there in two shakes of a lamb's tale." And with that, she was headed into the house.
Robert realized that she had not been talking about Italian furniture, but he wasn't sure what she meant so he just got out of the car and headed into the back yard.
In the bedroom, Donna's heart was racing. She felt like a teenager, getting ready to go "Parking". She undid the zipper and let her dress fall to the floor. As she stepped out of it, she gave herself a quick look in the mirror. At 35, she wasn't as young as Jane or Barbara, but she still looked fantastic.
She opened up a drawer, and pulled out a nightie she hadn't worn in a long time. It was modest, a bikini would have exposed more skin, but once on, it framed her bust nicely and showed a nice amount of leg.
It was ideal for this situation, she was covered enough that she wouldn't be too embarrassed if one of her neighbours saw her in it. Her comfort level was helped by the fact that she still had on her make up from her night out, though she was somehow blocking from her mind the fact that any watching neighbour would also be seeing her with Robert's penis in her mouth.
Donna slid open the door to the back deck. Robert was laying back on a long deck chair looking up at the night sky. He twisted his neck when her heard her, and watched dumbfounded as his sexy wife stepped out onto the deck.
He still wasn't sure what a fellatio was, but suddenly the idea of getting one weekly wasn't so bad. "Oh my."
"I take it you like?" Donna motioned to her figure with her hands, then spun around to give him a view of her posterior.
"Oh, I like." Robert assured her.
She looked around. From the raised deck she could see over the back yard fence into the yards on either side of their home. They were empty, but anyone in them would have been able to see her clearly, never mind anyone in the second floor of any of the houses behind their yard.
"You're sure you want me to perform fellatio out here?" She asked, hoping he would move them inside. This was too public for her liking.
Robert considered her request for a moment. She had said the word perform, so fellatio was probably some sort of European dance. Donna was looking sexy, and he decided he was okay with her putting on a bit of a show outdoors. If anyone saw, they would be a bit jealous of him, which made him smile.
He almost laughed when he realized he was thinking like his wife, wanting other people to envy him. He stifled it though, not wanting to spoil the mood. She could dance for a bit, and then he would take her to their bedroom if things became too heated.
"I think right here is the perfect place for you to perform fellatio." He told her.
She smiled, trying to hide her nervousness. She hadn't done this in nearly twenty years, and never with Robert.
She approached him, and pushed on his chest lightly to get him to lay back in the reclining chair. She wiggled a bit as she walked around to the foot of the chair.
Robert watched his wife's caboose shake and thought that maybe a vacation to Europe was in order, if this was how they did things overseas.
Donna sat at the foot of the chair and crawled between Robert’s outstretched legs. She reached up and undid his belt. It wasn't until she was undoing his zipper that he realized what she had intended to do. He had never had a blowjob before. He couldn't imagine asking his wife to put his penis in her mouth, she wasn't that kind of a woman. Or at least he had assumed she wasn't. His mind raced. Should he stop her? As a gentleman he felt he probably should. Or at least move things inside? If he did that, would it give her time to change her mind? He had to admit, he very much didn't want that to happen!
Then he realized that when she had asked him about doing outside, he had unwittingly insisted and she had gone along with it.
His wife, Not realizing he hadn't understood, had agreed! She was willing to not only suck his cock, but do so where other could witness it! She was that kind of a woman!
He was hard as rock at the thought that his wife would just listen to him about such a thing, and made him wonder what else she would be willing to do.
As these thoughts raced through his head, Donna pulled his cock out of his underpants and wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
"Are you going to tell people I gave you fellatio?" she asked, before giving his tip a quick lick. "Are you really going to tell them I put this big penis in my mouth?"
Robert reached d
own and ran his fingers through her hair. "Honey, I'm gonna tell them you're a good wife to me..."
His fingers gripped her head a little more firmly. "But only if you be a good wife for me."
Robert pushed her head down, making her take his cock into her mouth.
Donna's eyes widen in surprise, this must have been what Barbara had been talking about, her man taking control of the situation. It was unexpected. She was mentally exhausted from having had to make so many decisions all day so the gala ran successfully, so while unexpected, it was also surprisingly nice to just surrender to someone else for a little bit.
That it was Robert meant she could trust him. She looked up at him as he slid his cock in and out of her mouth. She was overtaken with a feeling of love for her man. She was in a safe place, that didn't require her to think. She wasn't being judged, she wasn't having to try to be anything other than present with her favourite person. It was a wonderful feeling, made even better by the look of pleasure on his face.