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Before he got a chance to respond, she growled and left the room, stomping down the stairs. He winced when the front door slammed shut.

“Well, this part of the plan might have gone a little too far.”

Finishing off his repairs, which were easier than he anticipated once he found the right tool, he finally got a shower and luxuriated in the enjoyment of a powerful spray for a change. And then awaited her return. Keeping Jennifer on tenterhooks was murder on him as well. He wasn’t sure he could stand it too much more. The longer he waited, the stronger his need for her. 

“Okay. Enough is enough. No more tricks. Tonight I’ll do my real marital duties,” he said to no one, except himself.

Except Jennifer didn’t return anytime soon. Rob got tired and went off to bed with a sigh.

Chapter Five

J
ennifer nearly didn’t go home the following evening. She’d had enough. When she finally got to her house last night, the place had still been covered in garden mess and Rob was once more, asleep in bed. She left early, not wanting to talk to him; otherwise, she might have initiated a huge row.

Now at work, she considered what to do.

“My options are (a) divorce.” She shook her head. “Nope. Not quite there. So (b) go visit my mother.” Giving a noise of disgust, she continued talking to herself, “God, no. Mum would only go on about how she had to put up with Dad and I should do the same.”

Sitting back in her chair, she contemplated her life.

“So that means (c) go back to Rob. I can always try jumping him as soon as I get in.” Nodding her head, she decided. “Yep. That’s the best plan.”

Giving Gemma a shock by leaving early, Jennifer made her way home wondering what mess she was going to find that evening.

Stopping in the doorway, she looked around. It appeared tidy. No garden mess, no papers strewn around the place, no cupboards being emptied, no food dishes all over the room—although she had yet to enter the kitchen, which she did hesitantly.

Rob was negligently sitting in a chair, his long legs thrown out and crossed at the ankles, sipping some wine. “Ah, darling. You’re early. Excellent.”

He jumped up and she nearly stepped back wondering what he was going to show her that evening. Rob surprised her by grabbing her by the waist.

As he plopped her on the table, she cried, “
Eeek
.”

Testing the table beneath her, he said, “There. Just checking it is still okay. Good. No, don’t get down. I have some lovely
hors d’oeuvres
to tempt you with.”

Jennifer sighed. She wasn’t in the mood. “I’m not really hungry.” Well, she was. Just not for food. But she needed him sitting—or preferably lying—down if she was going to attack his body.

He quickly came back from the fridge carrying a plate. “Oh, you will be. Try this.” Dipping a carrot stick in some concoction, he held it to her lips.

Giving in she took a bit and swallowed. “Very nice, sweetheart. Shall we sit down now?”

“No, no. Stay there.”

Jennifer couldn’t do anything else as he now pressed some cheese on a cracker between her lips.

But that wasn’t all he did as he leaned in and slanted his mouth over hers, taking a bite from the food in her mouth.

It startled her so much that Jennifer swallowed hers without chewing and began to choke.

Rob lifted his head and thumped her on the back. “Tut tut. Darling, you know you should take your time to savor things you enjoy.”

That made her cough even more and he started unbuttoning her blouse. She raised her hands to stop him. “What are you doing?”

He pushed her hands away. “Loosening your clothes so you can breathe more easily.” Taking advantage of her bewilderment, he opened her blouse fully and had the front clasp of her bra undone.

“
Robbbb
!”

Trying to cover her chest, she pushed him away.

“Uh-uh!” He admonished. “Leave it open for the next course.”

What?

In a trice, he had taken hold of a can of cream and squirted it over her breasts. “I’ve always wondered what this stuff tastes like.”

Jennifer looked down at her breasts, now covered in white blobs. She gave a hoarse laugh. “Then why put it on me?”

It was a stupid question as Rob soon showed her. Leaning in, he dipped his head to suck her nipple into his mouth, cream and all, slurping noisily, before it slipped out with a pop.

Oh God.
Her body shook. Desire racing through her, pooling in her clit.

Rob proceeded to clean the rest of the cream the same way before he stepped back with a satisfied look on his face leaving her shaking.

“Yep. I think I can say I’ve completed my marital duties as regards cooking.”

Her voice cracked. “Yep. You certainly have.”

“Next my cleaning abilities. Come on, down you get. Let me show you the cupboard.”

As he took her arm, pulling her off the table, she protested, “I’ve seen the cupboard.”

“Ah, but you don’t know what I found.”

Peering from behind him, Jennifer saw the cupboard was beautifully tidy. “It looks terrific.”

He grabbed something too quickly for her to see what it was and then shut the door equally swiftly, pushing her back against it. “Lean back and open your legs.”

“I beg your pardon.”

Rob tapped her knees. “You heard me. Open them. I need to show you what I found in my search.”

Mystified, Jennifer did as he requested, holding back a cry as he dragged down her knickers, pulling them totally off. She soon found out. It was a new mini vibrator that she’d forgotten she had bought in her desperation for sexual relief. He knelt at her feet, pushing a hand up under her skirt to hold the buzzing sex toy at her clit, pressing hard just at the angle he knew to set her off.

She did call out then, “Christ Almighty! Rob.”

“Is that good?”

It was too good. She thrust a hand down. Not to stop him, but to hold him tightly against her as her pussy throbbed. Jennifer bit her lip, holding back. She needed more. She needed him.

“Jennifer. Look at me.”

She glanced down and saw her husband smile up at her, with an enigmatic expression.

“I need you to confirm I’ve done my cleaning correctly by saying, ‘yes.’”

Her body was thrumming as she tried to take this in. She wasn’t sure what he meant, so she quietly complied.

Rob laughed. “Uh-uh. Not that sort of
yes
. I want you to come.”

“Oh!”

At that moment, he started circling her clit, knowing just what she needed.

“Yes, yes, yes. Oh, God. Yes!
Yes
!” She finished with an exhalation of air.

Smiling as endorphins flooded her body, Jennifer was about to tell him how much she loved him, but was forestalled as Rob suddenly stood up. “Next, let me show you the study.”

Holding back a chuckle, Jennifer was pulled along in his wake, bemused as to how his work on the household accounts could possibly lead to sex in any way. She might have had a climax, but she still wanted
him
.

She soon found out.

“Let’s see if the copier is now working, but I need to get rid of this.” He was referring to her skirt she instantly realized, as he undid her zipper and tugged her garment off leaving her with just her high heels, jacket, open blouse and bra.

Raising her arms, she started to pull the upper clothes off.

“Nope. They can stay. I just need your butt naked.”

Jennifer didn’t understand.

“You’ll see.” He grinned at her and taking her under her armpits, he lifted her once more.

“Don’t struggle. I don’t want to break the machine.” He carefully placed her onto the small printer-copier, which sat on the desk.

What?
Her confusion by the week’s activities—or lack of them in some cases—came to a head at that moment.

“Excellent.” Reaching around her, Rob pressed the start button and Jennifer heard the
whirr
of the machine as it moved across to take a copy of her naked, and now warm, butt.

“
Eeek
.”

“Stop being a baby,” her husband teased.

A piece of paper spewed out the other side.

Rob picked it up. “Well, that is working okay. Another part of the household now in working order.” Except Rob might not have been referring to the machine. “A lovely pink pussy—very sexy, although the image is a bit smeared. I’m not sure female moisture and printers mix well.”

Jennifer was trying hard not to smile. “Might I remind you that it was me that mended that particular bit of equipment?”

“
Hmmm
. In that case, I need to show you the item I did repair, and I’m still amazed I managed it all by myself.”

Lifting her off the copier, Rob next took her into the bathroom as she desperately tried to remember what her husband had done in there.

She soon remembered when he stopped by the shower cubicle.

“Okay, I think the remaining clothes need to go now.”

Jennifer had no problems divesting herself of her remaining attire. Rob waved her in and indicated he wanted her to turn around. “Place your hands on the back wall and lean forward.”

Doing as he requested, she was aware that he had removed the shower from its holder when a whoosh of powerful water beat against the side of the cubicle.

Yep, it’s working again.

However, she hissed as he directed the spray against her pussy. “Yes, I believe you,” she gasped. “It’s a new shower.”

“You want me to stop?”

“Yes … no… Oh God that’s so good.”

Lightning bolts were assailing her genitals, sensitive from her earlier orgasm.

“I’m so glad, but I need you to turn around now to clean off your lovely breasts.”

She sighed as she complied.

A moment later, after her chest was clear of any residual stickiness, Rob turned it off.

“Come on. Time for the last item I need to show you.”

As Rob rubbed her dry, for the life of her, Jennifer couldn’t remember what it was but sincerely hoped it involved him undressing as well and showing her his cock—the cock she had been waiting for all week.

Chapter Six

D
ropping the towel to the floor, Rob took her into the bedroom.

She looked at the bed and smiled up at him. “Did you give up on the duvet, then?”

He chuckled how she had come upon him trying to put a cover on the duvet one day.

The damn thing kept getting tangled. He refused to let her help and it had taken him what seemed like hours.

But now he had changed the bedclothes again.

“Nope. I found these black silk sheets in the downstairs cupboard. We were given them as a wedding present, remember? I thought I’d put them on, instead. One thing I am brilliant at is hospital corners.”

Jennifer giggled as he carefully pulled back the top sheet to show her, patting the pristine layer. “Come on. Lay down. You need to see how smooth it is.”

She jumped onto the bed, pressing herself into the mattress, stroking the fabric around her ruining his neatly fitted sheet.

Rob smiled, pleased she was getting into the fun of it. When she turned on her front to rub her breasts against the material, he felt his cock rise. It was very sexy.

“Oh yes, I concur. Lovely and soft and sensual.”

He slapped her backside to get his own back on her for her spanking him the other day, grinning at her as she yelped and pouted at him. “And do you also concur that I have carried out my marital duties as you request—no, as you demanded, in that silly job contract I received.”

Jennifer chuckled and turned on her side, lifting a foot to rub the inside of his thigh, nudging his cock. His breathing started getting faster and he held her still. He wasn’t sure if it was to hold her there or stop her. Actually, it was probably the latter as he was too wound up and could go off at any time.

She sighed dramatically. “No. I’m afraid I can’t do that. There is one area that is sadly lacking still. I’m afraid I cannot tell the Men for Hire agency that you have completed this particular job.”

Rob barked a laugh and pulled off his T-shirt, enjoying the look of lust that came over her face at the sight of his bare chest. Personally, he always regarded himself as too skinny, but she always told him she liked lean and firm better than fat and flabby. “Oh, I wonder what that can be. And I have tried so hard all week to be your perfect husband.”

“Perfect husband, indeed. Come down here and I’ll explain the basics of the term ‘marital duties.’”

He hurriedly shucked off his trainers and jeans and lay down on top of her, linking fingers with hers to hold her hands to the bed, kneeing her legs apart so he could rest between her thighs.

Not that it took much doing and she immediately clasped her legs around his body keeping him tightly in place.

“That’s much better.”

Rob raised an eyebrow at her. “Umm. I might not have done this for a while but I do seem to remember the husband needs a little room to move up and down or the action may be somewhat obstructed.”

Jennifer sighed and loosened her grip. “This isn’t another ploy to get out of sex, is it?”

“Why, darling, anyone would think you were desperate.”

His wife growled at him. “Anyone else might not have felt the need to complete the bloody form in the first place.”

He winced, knowing he had rather neglected this aspect of their lives lately. “So, go on, you’re the boss and I’m the man you’ve hired. Tell me how to complete this part of my husbandly duties.”

“Well, my darling—sorry, my employee. It goes like this. Firstly, you have to place your lips on mine.”

Rob did so and quickly lifted his head, their lips barely touching. “Like that?”

She frowned. “Err, sort of, but they have to stay in place for
at least
thirty seconds, longer preferably, and you have to open your mouth.”

He nodded his head. “I can do that.”

When he felt her tongue snake into his mouth, Rob couldn’t resist kissing her back, relishing the taste that he loved so much, reacquainting himself with her mouth, her lips. God, he had missed her, too.