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 This is a work of fiction.  It contains explicit descriptions of sexual
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   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