We Have a Situation Here

We Have a Situation Here We Have a Situation Here

Status: Finished

Genre: Fan Fiction


Status: Finished

Genre: Fan Fiction


After Dark Jugenea. Home after a long day, Gene comes home to find his lovely wife, Judy reading and relaxing, but Gene has other ideas.


After Dark Jugenea. Home after a long day, Gene comes home to find his lovely wife, Judy reading and relaxing, but Gene has other ideas.


Submitted: June 15, 2014

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Submitted: June 15, 2014



The house was blissfully quiet. Gene was working late. The kids were finally in bed and Judy was relaxing on the sofa with a drink and the newspaper. Even the dog was asleep. She took a grateful sip of her cocktail and a deep drag of her cigarette as she read. Dressed in one of her husband’s shirts, Judy was in her usual position with her feet splayed on the back of the couch; Judy luxuriated in the peacefulness that surrounded her. It got so quiet that when their dog, dreaming in front of the fireplace, growled in his sleep; she was startled. Chuckling to herself, she crushed out the cigarette, crossed her feet and was once again was quickly immersed her article.


Her toes, bopping to an unheard melody, were the first things Gene saw when he walked into the house. Figuring everyone was asleep; he had crept in quietly. Pausing, he watched his wife humming quietly to herself as she read. Leaning against the doorway, he smiled to see her so relaxed and content before realizing that her legs were bare. This could be interesting, Gene thought. Jingling his keys as not to scare her, he stepped into the room. The newspaper lifted high into the air as Judy peered under it. When she saw it was Gene, she smiled.


“Hello, darling,” she smiled and started to sit up.

“Don’t move,” he replied, you look comfortable.


Judy leaned back against the cushions. The sound of Gene’s voice woke the dog and he trotted over, eager for attention. Gene leaned down, scratched his head affectionately and muttered softly,


“Get out of here, I have other things on my mind.”


Judy laughed and folded her arms behind her head.


“I was just reading.”

“Anything good?”


Judy began to describe the story; leaning against the back of the couch, Gene reached down gently tugged on her big toe. She tried to pull her foot away, but he nodded and held tight.


“Go on,” he said.


As Judy continued, he wrapped his hand around her foot and slowly ran it up to her ankle. Her voice faltered slightly, but she continued. Taking her eyes from the ceiling (for some reason, she usually gazed upward when recounting a story), they fell on her husband. Dressed in his usual old Navy shirt rolled up high on his muscled biceps, she focused on the movement of his hand caressing her ankle. She loved his strong wrists, wide hands and tapered fingers.


“Babe,” Gene murmured, giving her a slight grin.


“You drifted off.”

“Oh, sorry.”


She tried to recount where she left off and when she remembered; she started the story again. Gene decided at that moment to run his fingers along her toned calf. Her voice began to falter again……


“Babe,” he said again.

“I lost my place, didn’t I?” she replied with a grin.

“Mmmmhmmmm,” he nodded, “..and the story was just getting good.”

“Well, maybe you should refrain from what you’re doing,” she murmured.

“This?” he asked.


Gene ran his fingers down her calf to grasp her ankle again and rubbed his thumb in the small hollow underneath the bone. The warmth of his thumb seemed to radiate through her skin. Judy nodded.


“It is a little distracting.”

“Oh,” he smiled, “come on.”


Running the pad of his thumb along the arch of her foot, he slid a finger between her toes. He smiled sweetly and said,


“This is nothing; come on, finish the story.”


Judy wriggled on the couch and tried to concentrate. She fixed her stare on Gene’s face, hoping that a stern look would make him stop.


“Keep your fingers to yourself, buster,” she growled.


Gene gave her a contrite look as he sat on the back of the couch. He stopped caressing, but kept his fingers wrapped around her foot. Judy continued her story about local politics in the paper.


“So the mayor said that parking on the main street is detrimental to the charm of…..”


His fingers drifted over her ankle again; he ran them up to her knee.


“Uh-huh,” he replied.



His fingers ran over her knee. Her skin was warm and soft. Gene’s thumb reached her thigh. Leaning over, he kissed her leg. Jealous, the dog growled. Gene lifted his head and gave him a look. The mutt looked repentant, returned to the fireplace, turned around twice, and lay down. Chuckling, Gene rose and came around the couch. Sitting on the edge of the couch, he returned his attention to Judy’s thigh. Kissing her skin again, he said,


“I think you might be done talking.”


Judy giggled. Reaching down, she curled her fingers into his collar and pulled it toward her. Letting him pull her up, she could feel his lips curl into a smile as he kissed his way up her thigh. Reaching up, he lifted her shirttail.


“Hello,” he breathed, “You are something else.”


“I thought you wanted to hear the story,” she said, already knowing his answer.

“Once again, you distracted me, “ he murmured.


Judy gasped as Gene spread his fingers over her thighs and parted them. Lifting her legs, he slid his hands down the back of her thighs and sighed,


“I LOVE that you hate panties.”


Seeing Judy exposed and already aroused made him hard. Shifting again, he couldn’t resist running his teeth and tongue along the silky expanse of her thigh. Pushing her thighs farther apart, his fingers dropped down further and spread her wide open. She gasped and fixed her eyes on her husband. He lifted his head and smiled that dazzling smile that made her simultaneously smitten and wet.


“I think we have a situation here,” he said huskily, “I’m not sure what to do.”


As he spoke, his index finger slowly explored the junction of her thigh and her sex. There were a million tiny nerve endings there; the moment his finger touched her, Judy shuddered with pleasure. Licking her lips, she managed to croak,


“What do you mean?”


“I’m not sure whether to do this,” he murmured as he ran his index finger over the petals of her sex before circling her clitoris.


Judy stiffened but stayed quiet.


“Or do this,” he continued, lowering his mouth and let his tongue follow the same path.


Judy stiffened again and couldn’t help but moan. Gene abruptly pulled back and she felt abandoned. Looking up, she saw him reach over his pants where his erection was pushing hard against his fly. He quickly undid his pants. She smiled, never tiring of seeing him hard. Gene looked down, he pursed his lips almost ruefully as he knelt between her knees. Planting his hands on either side of her head, he lowered his hips and pressed against her sex as he growled,


“Or should I do this?”


With one move, Gene filled her so quickly and completely that Judy gasped in surprise; he pulled back and slowly thrust forward again, grinding his pelvis against hers. Judy’s eyelids fluttered to feel him so deep inside her. After a few more strokes, Gene pulled out and murmured,


“I just can’t decide.”


In a flash, he ducked down and buried his face between her thighs, licking her with the same slow, mind-blowing intensity. It all felt so deliciously overwhelming that all Judy could do was grab the cushion and moan. Since she was in no condition to respond, Gene continued his oral exploration of the part of Judy’s body that enthralled him to no end. She was so soft, she felt like silk. He loved the way she trembled and tightened around his probing fingers, and how she always lifted her bottom just before she came. Most of all, he loved the way she tasted, and how her passion just covered him when she climaxed. It didn’t take long before he was rewarded.


Crawling over her, he unbuttoned her shirt. Cupping each breast, he gently caressed and squeezed them before lowering his mouth to take one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking it hard. Pressing his cock against her mound, he felt the delectable brush of Judy’s pubic hair against him. Gene hitched his hips to get her to open for him, but Judy pulled back. She spread her palms against his chest and pushed him away. Surprised, he rose up onto his knees.


“Sit,” Judy whispered.


Gene complied. She smiled to see the puzzled look on his face as she got to her knees. When she did, he thought she would straddle him; reaching for her, he began to lift her onto his lap. Judy let him lift her, but she planted her knees on either side of his thighs and wouldn’t let him lower her onto his cock.


“No,” she said.


Cradling Gene’s face in her hands, she kissed him, her tongue filling his mouth. Her hands slid down his neck and over his muscular shoulders as his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Gene always held her so close when they kissed.


“We have a situation,” she murmured without removing her lips from his.


“What’s that?” he groaned.


He was so hard and ached to be inside her. Still holding her tightly, he tried to lower her onto him, but Judy held firm. She saw the hungry look in his eyes and slid back, almost chuckling at how his eyes widened in desperation. Running her hand through the soft hair that covered his chest, she began to plan tiny kisses on the hollow of his throat. When she slid further away from his now pulsing erection, she heard him grunt in near desperation.

“Where are you going?” he asked.



Judy’s lips followed her hands. His chest hair tickled her lips as she kissed her way over his sternum and down his muscled chest.


“Babe,” he breathed, “What’s the situation?”

“I’m hungry.”


Now is not the time for a hamburger, he thought before asking, “For what?”

“I don’t know whether to fuck you,” she said in a low sexy voice, “or take you in my mouth.”



His response was strangled. Gene was so aroused, he wanted both, but the thought of her full lips sliding over his cock was too much.


“Take me in your mouth,” he gasped, pulling her up for a kiss that became a dance of tongues and lips.


Before Judy could pull back, Gene pulled her close and slid his hand over her bottom; he slid two fingers inside her from behind. Stroking her furiously, he continued to kiss her. Knowing she was already aroused, he wanted her to be on the edge of another climax. Rubbing his thumb over her clitoris in a furious rhythm, he felt her tighten as she thrust against his hand.


“Come on, babe,” he growled.


Judy moved faster. Just before she came, Gene stopped. She watched him with wide eyes as he lifted his fingers to her mouth.


“Taste,” he murmured.


Judy closed her mouth over his fingers and sucked softly. Releasing them, she resumed kissing her way down her husband’s sculpted torso, pausing to gently nip at each nipple before running her tongue through that soft, lovely chest hair. Reaching down, she grasped him in her hand.


“Ohhhh,” he moaned, “Babe.”


Judy stroked Gene as she slid from his lap, adoring the groan he uttered as her lips closed over him. She stroked his thick length in smooth strokes as she teased the velvety cap. His skin grew warm as his hardness throbbed against her lips. Sliding her mouth up and down, she savored the softly spicy aroma of his skin. She could feel Gene trying to stay still while the desire to push deeper into her mouth radiated throughout his body. Judy ran a hand up the inside of his thigh to tease him. He shook with pleasure. Polite man that he was, he stayed still as long as he could, but eventually, his fingers wove their way into her hair and he started to lift his hips to meet her lips as they slid down.


“Oh, geez, honey,” he groaned, “I can’t hold out much more.”


Knowing and adoring that he was under her spell, Judy tightened her lips around Gene. Stroking in rhythm with her mouth, she could feel his body tighten with anticipation. Sneaking a glance up, she saw Gene’s head was thrown back against the cushions, and he carried a look of absolute bliss on his face. The next time his hips pushed up, Judy stopped.


“What?” Gene gasped.

“Trust,” Judy replied.


Feeling the tension in his body, she ran her hands along his arms as she kissed his chest again. Lifting herself up, she then lowered herself on his cock.


“Oh my God,” Gene moaned loudly.


Grasping her waist, he held Judy tight against him with one arm. He thrust up hard and started a frenetic rhythm. Holding Judy tight against him, he grasped her face with his other hand and kissed her, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth as he thrust harder. Judy let him; hugging him, she whispered into his ear.


“I love you, darling.”


Gene’s eyes opened wide and his smile beamed. It made Judy smile to see the openness of his gaze, the adoration in his eyes and it the obvious affect it had on him. Knowing he was getting close to orgasm, Judy lifted up and with a smile, slid down to take him in her mouth once again. Now, Judy was insistent, loving the way he felt and tasted. She loved the sound of his arousal; the fervent way he moaned her name and the way his breathing grew ragged. She loved the way he grasped her hair and pushed faster against her full, soft lips. 


Finally, he groaned deeply; his hips jerked hard and his love filled her. Judy looked up to see Gene’s chest heaving. Gazing down at her, his eyes shone as he smiled tenderly. Pulling her up, he gathered her into his arms and placed her on his lap.


“I love you, too.” He whispered.


They kissed deeply, before she nestled against his chest. Listening to the steady pace of his heartbeat, Judy relaxed into a half sleep. Gene chuckled softly, and kissed the top of her head.


“Sleep, darling.”




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