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BOOTY DUTY
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Dammit I love my wife.
Her name is Meredith and everybody calls her Merry. She’s perfect. She works a full-time job as a management consultant. She cooks, cleans, does the laundry and the grocery shopping. She files our taxes and she walks my dog. She’s a slim, dark haired twenty-seven year-old hottie that pounces on me for sex at least twice a week. Plus, she’s smarter than me and she can deepthroat like a pro.
I don’t deserve her. I’m not sure anyone does.
The sick part? I was still only 99% happy. So why the 1% hold-out? I’ll be blunt: she wouldn’t let me put it in her ass.
I know, I know, I’m an ungrateful bastard.
I’d tried everything to get her in mood for anal. Soft music. Massages. Long hot baths. Booze. Pot. We even tried ecstasy once.
But nothing worked, I heard the same things over and over.
“Exit only, honey.”
“Why is your tongue in my butt again?”
“Slide that dick back up to the right hole or I’ll break it off, Romeo.”
It was driving me crazy.
I love my wife. She’s gorgeous. I’m in lust with her fantastic little heart-shaped ass. It looks incredible in jeans. In fact, it’s how we met. Nine years ago, I picked her up in the grocery store after following her swaying rump and swinging chestnut brown ponytail all the way through the market before working up the courage to ask her out.
We hit it off great. But I soon found out that her perfect tush was just for looking. No pokey-pokey. Or licky-licky. Maybe some rubby-rubby, but that was it.
Seven years of marriage later, I was going insane. Not being able to take advantage of my wife’s callipygian gift was like owning a ferrari you’re not allowed to drive. It just didn’t seem right.
The funny part is that my wife was sympathetic. She actually felt bad about not being into anal. No way in hell she was going to do it, but she felt bad about it.
For my twenty-eighth birthday, she solved the problem. Did I mention that my wife is smarter than me? I think it was right before the part about her deepthroating like a pro.
It started about two months before my birthday. I came home from work and my wife was packing up a cardboard box. It had a really weird mix of stuff inside: chips, pretzels, socks, a roll of duct tape, a fuzzy pillow, some paper towels, a couple of bottles of wine and…
I looked closer…
A bottle of Astroglide? And a dildo? And a little buttplug? And a boxed set of DVD’s titled “Assmaster’s Vols. 1-6”?
“Uh, honey?” I reached down into the box to pick up the videos. I was amazed she even knew where to buy things like this.
My wife smacked my hand away. “Hey! It’s not for you, Tom.”
“Oh. So who’s it for?”
“Sorry stud, can’t tell you. I’m working on your birthday present.”
“You’re mailing someone else porn as part of my birthday present?”
“Yep.”
“Riiiiight. I’m going to grab a beer and go sit on the back porch until I figure this out.”
“Good luck,” she smiled as she taped the box closed.
I couldn’t figure it out.
Something suspiciously similar happened a month later. I had just mowed the lawn and I was taking a shower. My wife came into the bathroom with a digital camera. She took off her clothes, dug a disposable razor and a can of shaving cream out of the cabinet, and got in the shower with me.
I saw where this was going when she spread some shaving cream on my nuts.
“You haven’t shaved my balls since our honeymoon.”
“I want you to look good for some sexy pictures.”
“So that’s what the camera is for?”
“Mmmhmmm.”
She hummed to herself happily as she finished my sac and then shaved the patch above my shaft too. When she finished, she rinsed me clean and pulled me into her mouth for the deepthroat treatment.
Dammit I love my wife.
She bobbed and slurped on my seven inch pole and smiled up at me while she did it.
Then she popped her mouth free, turned off the water, and grabbed her camera. She used it to snap a few pics of my stiffy from different angles.
“Uh, honey. What do you plan on doing with these pictures?” I wondered.
“Can’t tell you, I’m working on your birthday present.”
“Riiiiight.”
She ditched the camera and came back to swallow me again. About two minutes later, I was grunting and spewing cum down her throat. She happily gulped over and over again until I finished.
Then she kissed the tip of my deflating dick and smacked me on the butt on her way out of the shower, “You’re welcome.”
“Was that part of my birthday present too?”
“Naah, that was just a blowjob.”
She smiled as she picked her camera up and left.
“I’m going to figure this out,” I yelled down the hall.
“Uh huh, good luck,” I heard her laugh.
I couldn’t figure it out.
What really threw me was when the delivery guys showed up at our house the next Saturday. They carted off our older washer and dryer and installed a set of new high-capacity, front-loading ones.
My wife came downstairs just in time to sign their paperwork.
“So what’s with the new appliances, Merr?”
“Can’t tell you, I’m working on…”
“… my birthday present,” I sighed.
“Yep,” she smiled brightly and leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss my nose, “Come on upstairs and fuck me as a thank you. You might as well get a head start. You’ll have a lot of thank-me fucking to do after you get your present.”
I fucked her. I had no idea what I was thanking her for. But I fucked her.