Chapter 13(OB)
Jen was all cleaned up and sitting with her bra back on by the time Seth's quad bike arrived in the garage. She was all happy and smiling, filled with a feeling of divine peace after her well needed punishment from the Emperor. The time was just after 2am, and the temperature had crept back up to 23 degrees centigrade, warmed up by a gentle Easterly breeze carrying some of the fairly constant heat of the warm ocean to this inland highland farm.
Jen got instantly wet with excitement as a very wet and miserable looking Seth entered the house through the locked door to the garage, and she instantly spread her legs wide in greeting as a creative way of cheering Seth up.
"Golden Throne Jen! You sure make it nice coming home each day! You sure know how to make a guy feel wanted," Seth said through chattering teeth.
"I want you with all of my pussy Seth. I want you with all of my heart. You are wanted," Jen said in her most seductive voice.
Seth's mouth fell open in wonder, but he was shivering too much to keep it open for long. Seth staggered inside and changed to a house air mask, he looked really sick Jen thought.
Jen remained in her provocative pose, hoping to just be pleasing to Seth, and he shambled over to her, dropping down to sit on the floor in front of her chair, right in front of her freely offered private parts. Jen's mating instincts were going so crazy that clear vaginal fluid was starting to drip down onto the metal seat of the chair under her.
Jen gazed in terrible yearning at her shivering bedraggled husband down between her legs, hypnotised to have the imprinted object of her desire so close to her bared private parts like this! Jen savagely resisted the temptation to even THINK about the possibility of Seth focusing on her own pleasure, this would be all about Seth's pleasure, as the Emperor demanded!
Seth reached out a shaky wet hand and placed it on Jen's inner thigh. His hand was like ice! Jen resisted the urge to flinch from the shockingly cold touch.
"Oh Jen, you are so warm!" Seth moaned with pleasure, and held his freezing hands firmly against various parts of her skin.
Jen obediently let herself be used as a living hot water bottle, and guided Seth's hands up into her armpits, closing her arms down over his hands to warm them up.
Seth moaned loudly in satisfaction at the warmth, and Jen's skin erupted in goosebumps as her body heat was rapidly drawn into Seth's clammy cold hands.
"Oh Jen! You are an Emperor's Send!," Seth moaned in appreciation.
Jen smiled with joy, she was pleasing her husband!
Seth took his hands away after a few seconds, and peeled naked out of his wet clothes and shoes. He kept sitting on the floor, and patted his lap for Jen to sit on it. Jen obediently sat down in his freezing cold wet lap, and Seth groaned in nearly orgasmic pleasure at her meagre warmth. He returned his hands to Jen's armpits, causing a brief ticklish giggle from Jen, and she lovingly closed her arms down over his hands to warm them up.
Seth's skin was frightfully cold. Jen was soon shivering softly, but Seth was moaning in pleasure at her warmth, so Jen was going to stay put to keep giving him pleasure.
"Oh Jen! You have no idea how warm you are! I LOVE you!" Seth moaned.
Jen gasped in complete delight, this was the first time Seth had dropped the "L" bomb! Jen was so happy that she was crying!
"I love you too Seth, love you so so much," Jen reciprocated romantically.
Seth nodded, his bushy beard scratching against her shoulder, and Jen was smiling ear to ear despite the cold.
Seth resumed moaning as Jen had more and more heat sucked out of her, and he started to recover from his earlier hypothermia.
"Not ticklish are you?" Seth asked, referring to his hands in her armpits.
"Terribly ticklish," Jen admitted nervously.
Predictably, Seth started stroking his fingers around inside her armpits, she had known it was coming the moment he asked, and was not taken by surprise. Jen immediately went crazy with laughter, but her submission genes prevented her from offering any resistance, and she just remained still, laughing hard.
"What about this spot?" Seth asked.
Jen laughed hysterically but was paralysed from moving by her submission genes. She didn't exactly HATE this, as it obviously gave Seth amusement, but she would be VERY relieved if Seth stopped now.
As Jen was not offering any resistance, and not asking that he stop, he seemed to assume that she liked it, and continued until Jen wet herself heavily in his lap. Seth laughed uproariously when he felt the shockingly hot pee in his cold lap, and the heavily panting Jen smiled adoringly at her silly husband, happy so long as he was happy.
Seth smiled at Jen adoringly, and wrapped his muscly arms around her. Jen relaxed fully into this loving embrace, feeling so completely cherished. She was a bit warmer now, being tickled till you piss yourself tends to have that effect after all, and Jen was not at all offended.
Seth clumsily unhooked Jen's bra, and played with her boobs as she sat in his lap. She became sexually receptive, but Seth strangely still didn't have an erection. Jen gave Seth a questioning glance.
"Sorry Jen, not tonight I'm afraid. I think I have hypothermia from that rain." Seth told her.
"Are you ok?" Jen asked with tender concern.
"It was horrible Jen. The rain came down on me when I was in the middle of a wheat field. It got heavy so fast that I couldn't see 2 meters in front of me with my hand held lamp. I got lost and confused in the downpour, couldn't find the quad bike for nearly an hour," Seth recounted.
"By the time I blindly blundered into the quad bike, visibility was less than a meter. The quad bike trailer had enough air bottles to let me wait out the rain, and it was suicide to drive anywhere with so little visibility anyway, so I just sat on the ground next to the quad bike and waited."
"Almost froze, that rain got really cold, not like you in this nice warm house, just FREEZING cold! I had no shelter at all, and got hypothermia."
"Even after the rain stopped I was too sick from the cold to drive home for a while, had to wait for that warm easterly wind to get some life back in me. Then came straight home," Seth finished.
"It's my fault, I sinned and the Emperor sent the cold rain to punish me," Jen admitted penitently.
"You sinned?" Seth asked in horror, making superstitious hand gestures of piety, and clearly imagining Jen had summoned a daemon or something.
Jen got up from Seth's lap and found the porno magazine she had been reading. She opened it to the article titled "how to make her moan", and showed it to him, her head hung in terrible shame.
Seth looked at it frantically, looking for something heretical or daemon related, and Jen pointed urgently at the article she had read.
"How to make her moan?" Seth read in confusion.
Jen blushed in terrible shame and nodded. She felt so utterly ashamed.
"Push upwards on the clitoris hood, and place your mouth..." Seth read a random line of the article.
Jen flinched so hard that she nearly slapped herself with a flinching arm.
"What exactly did you do to sin?" Seth asked.
Jen hung her head as low as it would go, and wretchedly admitted the sin she had committed with the article.
"I read the scandalous article Seth, and I sinfully fantasised about YOU doing such sinful things to me! I read the article TWICE! And I entertained evil selfish thoughts that you would do these things to me! It is so SINFUL for a wife to focus on HER pleasure during sex! I'm a sinner Seth, I'm a sinner!" Jen wretchedly admitted her terrible sin with the magazine.
To Jen's surprise, Seth burst out laughing. She gaped at him as he doubled over and wheezed with laughter.
"The Emperor sent the cold rain to punish me," Jen insisted.
"For reading a porno?" Seth asked in an incredulous voice that surprised Jen.
"I also did another sin," Jen penitently admitted.
"Do tell," Seth said with far too much amusement for something so serious.
Jen hung her head and told him her terrible secret shame.
"I selfishly felt sad and disappointed, because..." Jen began, having to muster her nerve to say the next few words.
"Because?" Seth pressed.
"Because you don't like my cooked vegetables. I felt sad, I felt disappointed, I was so arrogant! I'm a selfish arrogant self centred sinner who doesn't deserve a wonderful husband like you!" Jen passionately reprimanded herself.
Seth seemed to be straining not to laugh and managed to squeak "is that all?"
Jen abased herself on her hands and knees before Seth in complete contrition and wretchedly spoke.
"Yes husband, I did TWO sins in one day! TWO! I am a sinner TWICE!"
"The Emperor sent the cold rain to punish me! And you, sweet kind noble husband, you nearly froze to death because of my terrible sins! I had to pray apologies to the Emperor for HOURS before he forgave me and took away the rain! The Emperor was so angry with me!" Jen admitted in tears of complete contrite repentance.
Seth rolled sideways on the floor from laughing so hard, and Jen wondered if it was a laugh of cruelty at how sinful she was.
"Yes husband, I deserve to be laughed at for my weakness of character. I will accept whatever punishment you decide to give me," Jen replied in total humility.
"Come here Jen, come sit in my lap," Seth said with surprising affection.
"Yes husband," Jen said in penitent obedience.
She sat carefully in his lap as commanded, expecting punishment. Seth instead wrapped his arms around her and gave her a reassuring cuddle. He lifted up their air masks and kissed her with an intensely tender kiss.
"You are not a sinner Jen, Wsuioo has brainwashed you with lies. The Emperor does not condemn wives for wanting their husbands to give them oral sex and for being sad that their husband doesn't like vegetables," Seth tenderly told her.
"He doesn't?" Jen asked in amazement.
"I grow fucking bliss grass, that's like a billion times worse than the things you did! If the Emperor would be punishing sins around here, I think that the whole "growing drugs" would be the thing that drew his wrath." Seth told her.
"Um, well that, that actually makes a lot of sense. Is the Emperor punishing us for growing drugs?" Jen asked.
"I have been involved in the drug trade since before I could even read and write. I think that the Emperor is wise enough to UNDERSTAND that without the drug trade billions of loyal imperial citizens would starve to death. The Emperor is wise and all knowing, he is stern, but he is also fair." Seth explained.
"Billions of people are involved in the drug trade simply because they have no other way of feeding themselves and their families. Holy Terra is a desperately overpopulated hive world, with over ten thousand applicants for every legal job vacancy. Sticking to the law is a sure and certain way to die of starvation."
"You beg, steal, smuggle, strip, whore, sell illegal stuff like drugs, or work as hired muscle for a criminal gang. Otherwise you and your family starve. Drugs are a vital industry. The priests and lowly functionaries in the Adeptus Terra often secretly use drugs, go to the hive scum street dealers to get it. If the Emperor's own priesthood buy and use the heroin we grow, then obviously it's not a "big" sin, just a little white sin,"
"It's a vital part of the economy of Terra. The dealers buy from us, cut the product so they can get enough profit to survive, and then sell it to people on Terra like priests and Administratum scribes who get good money from lawful work. All of this money then filters down through the drug dealers and into the local economy of the slums!"
"Without the drug trade, all this money being funnelled from the adepts into the hive slums would cease, and billions of very poor people would starve to death," Seth said with surprising passion.
"Really?" Jen asked in wonder, not doubting him but just amazed.
"Yeah, billions would die. I think that the Emperor doesn't totally approve maybe, but I firmly believe that he understands. I have always worshipped the Emperor, always sent my yearly 10 percent tithe of the profits to the local main church by boat once every year. I work hard every day for the good of the imperium to provide a vital good that billions of lives depend upon."
"I believe that the Emperor understands and that he is not angry with me." Seth insisted.
"Yes husband, he is angry with ME. I'm the sinner here not you," Jen insisted.
Seth picked up the porno magazine thoughtfully.
"I'm not sure how I will do it with the air mask, but I am going to do this stuff to you," Seth said, pointing at the article.
Jen gasped in astonishment.
"Let's set up the infant air tent in the nursery room. I want to try all this stuff," Seth told her.
"Oh I SEE! YOU want to do it to me! Ah well, that's ok then husband. It's not sinful if it's to give the husband pleasure," Jen exclaimed in wonderful relief.
"Jen, this is about YOUR pleasure. You give me so much pleasure all the time, I want to do something for you," Seth said seriously.
"But that's SINFUL!" Jen exclaimed in horror.
"It's not sinful Jen, and we are doing this. That's final!" Seth ordered sternly.
"Yes husband," Jen was instinctively compelled to reply, powerless to disobey her imprinted husband, even though he wanted her to commit a sin!
Seth led Jen by the hand to the nursery room, carrying the porno magazine with him, and she felt almost sick with desire! He was going to do those THINGS to her!
"Go clean the urine off you and come back." Seth ordered her just before they entered the nursery room.
"Yes husband," Jen said in a shaking voice, trembling all over.
Jen was shaking badly as she gave her pelvic parts a very thorough clean, she felt so much nerves that she might almost throw up! He was going to put his mouth...!
Jen didn't want to do this, well actually she very much DID want to do this, but she didn't want to be a sinner. She silently prayed to the Emperor to understand, prayed that he would forgive her!
Jen wanted to stay away from the nursery room, but had absolutely no choice but to obey Seth. The imprinting process genetically engineered into Jen compelled her to obey her imprinted husband, even when she didn't want to!
Jen was pale as a sheet of paper as she was compelled to enter the nursery room. Seth had already partly set up the tent! He was using a portable air bottle to blast breathable air inside it super fast! Jen almost fainted with nerves as she obediently stood beside her husband, this was sinful!
Jen hoped that it would take so long to set up the tent that Seth would change his mind, but barely ten minutes later it was attached by an air hose to the hydrolysis room and fully ready! Seth made Jen put on a backpack air bottle, and he did the same. Seth then picked up the porno magazine and unzipped the first door of the crude airlock. Seth told her to follow, and she could not disobey.
Seth zipped the first door closed, and opened a plastic air faucet in the wall of the airlock, a faucet connected by an arrangement of clear floppy plastic pipes to some of the airflow coming from the hydrolysis room. The floppy clear plastic fabric walls of the airlock bulged outwardly from the pressure entering, and a one way pressure release valve in the airlock ceiling started hissing as it equalised the air pressure.
"Now we have to wait ten minutes for the air from the hydrolysis room to completely replace the local air that entered the airlock with us." Seth told her.
"Please husband! I am begging you! Please just make it all about YOUR pleasure! This is sinful for a woman!" Jen pleaded.
"My decision is final. I'm going to "make you moan", just as the article says," Seth said firmly.
Jen hugged her knees in dismay, he really was going to put his mouth on her private parts! The airlock was so small that adults had to crouch down inside it, but the main tent was 7 feet high, 3 meters wide and 4 meters long. It was designed to cope with the local gravity, and was easily big enough for what Seth planned to do!
The ten minutes were up far too fast, and Jen gulped as Seth turned off the airlock faucet and unzipped the second airlock door.
Seth led Jen into the tent by hand, zipping the second door closed behind them just to be safe. The zippers were only partially airtight, but seemed to rely on increased air pressure inside the tent to keep the local unbreathable air out of the tent. An open air faucet in the wall of the tent blew breathable hydrolysis room air into the tent at a constant rate, and a one way pressure release valve in the roof of the tent let out excess pressure to let old stale air gradually escape as new air replaced it.
Seth cautiously removed his air mask, and breathed the air inside the tent.
"I haven't done this in 21 years," Seth exclaimed in wonder, breathing without an air mask.
Seth then panicked and frantically put his air mask back on.
"What's wrong!" Jen asked in alarm.
"Nothing, I just freaked out. The air is safe. I'm just so used to an air mask. It's just hard to convince my brain that I'm not asphyxiating without a mask," Seth admitted.
Jen almost wept in relief. Seth obviously wouldn't be able to put his mouth on her private parts with a mask on.
Seth took off his mask again, taking it more slowly, teaching himself to take it off. Jen gulped.
Jen took her own mask off, and breathed cautiously. The air smelled strongly of the transparent plastic the tent was made of, but it was unquestionably breathable. Jen gratefully took off her heavy backpack air bottle, and just enjoyed being able to breathe again without wearing an air mask.
Seth had more difficulty, having been dependent on air masks for far longer than Jen, but he was forcing himself to overcome his fear. Jen explored the tent, taking her mind off what Seth had planned. The tent was very basic however, and didn't have much to explore.
"Lay down and spread your legs," Seth told Jen.
Jen nearly fainted but obeyed, skin pale white with adrenaline. This was going to happen!
Seth wasn't wearing a mask now! He was carefully reading "how to make her moan"! Jen was nearly hyperventilating with a combination of intense fear and powerful desire.
She gazed down the length of her pale naked body, past monstrous breasts and a tiny waist, down past her pelvis, down at Seth crouching naked between her legs! Jen was completely terrified, but had never been so wet in her entire life either!
Seth moved towards her private parts, and Jen clenched her eyes shut, unable to watch something so sinful.
"It says to lift up the clitoris hood like this," Seth read from the article.
Jen groaned and gasped.
"Ok now I put my mouth over the clitoris and suck," Seth read.
Jen screamed herself nearly hoarse from sinful pleasure.
"Now I use my tongue to..." Seth read.
Jen had never moaned so loudly in her life!
Oh sweet holy Emperor! Jen couldn't stop moaning if she tried!
Jen opened her eyes and gazed down her body to see Seth's face buried in her intimate areas! Golden Throne!
This was sinful! This was SINFUL! A married woman should never RECEIVE oral, only give it! Maybe 69 position at the most, but not THIS!
Seth was giving HER pleasure, but was himself not being pleasured! This was WRONG!
This was the closest Jen had ever come to "unconsensual" sex with Seth. She didn't want to have sex under these terms. It wasn't WHAT he was doing that she objected to, it was WHY he was doing it. If Seth had merely had a sexual fetish for giving oral sex to women, then Jen would eagerly consent, but because it was only for HER pleasure, it was utterly unthinkable!
But she couldn't even stop moaning! She didn't want this, but at the same time she DESPERATELY wanted this! She felt torn down the middle, pulled in two different ways!
She was completely at Seth's mercy in this situation, utterly enslaved to the will of her imprinted husband. She existed for HIS pleasure after all. This reversal of roles made Jen feel spiritually violated, it was sinful and SICK!
"PLEASE STOP GIVING ME PLEASURE!" Jen screamed in tears through her moaning.
***...
Seth stopped licking a particularly damp part of Jen's anatomy and looked into her crying violated face. Jen was crying heavily, 18 years of emotional wreckage from her upbringing on Wsuioo preventing her from being anything other than a slave.
Seth was cuddling her in an instant, and she wept into his hairy chest, feeling so many different emotions.
"Wsuioo really fucked you up didn't they," Seth murmured gently.
"I am such a STUPID little girl! I should have been thrown in the blender at birth! A STUPID STUPID girl who doesn't deserve a husband!" Jen babbled in one of the Wsuian slave dialects.
Seth thankfully didn't understand the language, and didn't know what she was saying.
"I don't know what language you are speaking, but I'm so sorry I made you cry," Seth said tenderly.
"I just want to please you," Jen sobbed softly.
"You do everyday, you are marvellous Jen, the perfect wife," Seth insisted.
"The perfect wife"? Jen asked with intense hope.
"Yep, you're perfect. The PERFECT wife. Perfect perfect perfect," Seth passionately insisted.
Jen wept with joy at these words and Seth just kept repeating the words "perfect wife", until Jen was crying her eyes out with happiness. Her entire ambition in life since earliest childhood had been to be "the perfect wife". To now have her imprinted husband saying it over and over again like this, it was like oxygen to her soul!
Seth held her so tenderly and she calmed right down. Seth kissed her lovingly. His face smelled like pussy...
Jen decided that it was her turn to make Seth "moan", and bent down to put her mouth on his penis. Jen sucked happily, thousands of years of whoring instincts making this feel like second nature despite not ever having done this before.
Seth's penis felt very cold in her mouth, and it wasn't getting erect despite her efforts. Jen looked up at Seth, mouth still on his member, making eye contact with him.
"The spirit is willing Jen, but I got hypothermia today. I will be sick for the next few days I think," Seth told her.
Jen was unsure if she should stop sucking or not, so continued until Seth explicitly asked her to stop.
"Need to warm up a lot more before I can get it up, cold to my bones still," Seth apologised.
"Then why did you do that stuff to me!?" Jen asked in shock.
"To be nice," Seth admitted with a smile.
"You really are a very sweet man Seth, I do love you so," Jen said with a loving smile.
"I'm sorry for forcing you to do stuff you didn't want. I hope you don't feel that I raped you or something," Seth apologised sincerely.
"Of course not Seth, you have absolute sexual rights to me. It is impossible for me to deny sexual consent to you. It was a spiritual concern, not a sexual one," Jen reassured him.
"So I didn't rape you?" Seth asked.
"No, not as such. You made me feel deep distress for spiritual reasons. I actually really liked the sex, it felt SO good, the best pleasure ever, but I firmly believe that it is WRONG for a wife to have sex solely for her own pleasure. It made me feel spiritually violated," Jen explained.
"Well, it's not like I wasn't enjoying it too. I'm just not well enough to really perform right now," Seth said tenderly.
"The Emperor sent this rain to punish me," Jen said.
"No he didn't. It rains like this around this time of year. We are going to get more cold rains over the coming weeks, not every day, but scattered. This happens every year," Seth told her.
"Happens every year?" Jen asked.
"Yeah, every year. We are entering into the cold season, the rains get bitterly cold this time of year. This tonight was a mild one, the temperature can get so low that it's nearly 0 degrees centigrade during a really bad cold season rain," Seth insisted.
"I feel foolish," Jen admitted after a short pause.
"It was adorably cute and naïve, really was hilarious," Seth chuckled fondly.
"I was so sure that I caused it," Jen admitted.
"You are such a sweet girl Jen. It's so easy to forget that you are only 18 and in an unfamiliar place. You really are doing great so far, don't beat yourself up about not knowing everything." Seth said lovingly.
Jen nodded, and snuggled closer to Seth.
"I'm freezing cold, got careless today, took a stupid risk with the weather. I should have come home when the humidity got high, I thought that it wouldn't be so bad visibility that I couldn't drive home. Damn stupid of me," Seth admitted with a shiver.
"I hate the cold," Jen said reflectively.
"It will get colder than this. At the coldest part of this season the rain will become lethally cold, down as low as 0 degrees centigrade, cold enough to kill anyone caught out in it," Seth told her.
"What do you do if it rains?" Jen asked.
"Stay home with you. Any day in the middle of the cold season that looks like it might rain, I just stay in the house that day. It's lethal," Seth said.
"I can't maintain my body temperature at 0 degrees centigrade, not with my current clothes. Soon my dress won't fit me at all, and I will only have my bra. I will die if I get too cold," Jen said gravely.
"Well, you are welcome to put on my clothes, and wrap yourself in a blanket," Seth offered.
"What about when I bathe? We don't have a hot water system," Jen asked.
"I just don't bathe much when it gets too cold. It's too cold to bathe some days," Seth offered.
"I don't think I could do that, not unless you explicitly ordered me not to bathe. I can't stand not bathing," Jen said wretchedly.
"When it gets too cold I will order you not to bathe, you have no choice but to obey me right?" Seth asked.
"Yes husband, I have no choice but to obey you," Jen confirmed.
"Does it bother you that you have to obey me?" Seth asked.
"Usually it doesn't bother me, you are so very kind to me, and don't try to make me do anything that harms me. But sometimes it is, well sometimes it is difficult," Jen said carefully.
"Like today with sex?" Seth asked gently.
Jen nodded softly.
"When it gets really cold I use an electric heater to warm up the room I am in. The hydrolysis room is also warm if you hold your hand in the right place." Seth suggested.
"Electric heater?" Jen asked hopefully.
"Yeah, I will set it up in the bedroom tonight for a while. I might be sick in bed for the next few days," Seth told her.
"I will care for you in your illness," Jen promised.
"We had better get out of this tent and get to bed. Also I need to eat something besides your pussy or I will faint," Seth told her.
"I cooked vegetables..." Jen offered fearfully.
"If it wasn't 3am then I would eat them. But for now I will just eat bread," Seth said.
A muscle in the side of Jen's face twitched.
"I will eat them for breakfast," Seth promised.
Jen nodded and smiled in relief that he was actually going to eat them! She felt so happy.
"By the way husband, your lap still smells of my pee," Jen added.
***...
Jen looked in desperate hope as Seth pawed at her lovingly cooked vegetables the next morning at breakfast. Would he like them?
Seth put a bit of reheated pumpkin in his mouth, and smiled unconvincingly at her.
"Mmmm," Seth sounded, trying to convince her that he liked it.
"You like it?" Jen asked with terrible hope.
Seth evaded the question, gesturing to his full mouth, and Jen waited anxiously for him to reply.
Seth kept shovelling different vegetables into his mouth, further delaying answering the question, and Jen eventually resumed eating her own serving of vegetables.
Compared to the cheap and nasty slave slop that Jen ate growing up, she was overjoyed to be able to eat these farm grown vegetables. Back on Wsuioo, the slave farms spared every expense in feeding the slaves, fed them stuff that was hardly even fit for pigs to eat!
18 years of eating an ice cold mix of liquified wood pulp from the timber industry leavings, blended vegetable peels left over from the military forces nice kitchen prepared meals, mulched farm waste, and other such stuff that would normally end up in a landfill. Pretty much if it was free, it was slave food. Jen really hoped that the mysterious blended minced meat she had sometimes been fed wasn't what she suspected it was! Please don't let it be from the macerated babies!
Compared to the vile "slave slop", cooked garden vegetables was a princely meal indeed! Why couldn't Seth see what a privilege it was?
Jen moaned in genuine pleasure at the wonderful taste, it tasted so nice!
Seth finally finished eating, and Jen waited with desperate hope to get his verdict.
"It's good," Seth assured her.
"It is? Shall I cook it again?" Jen asked delightedly.
"Ah, well, maybe not two nights in a row. What about some meat and bread tonight?" Seth said quickly.
"Yes husband," Jen said obediently, starting to suspect that he might be lying about liking the vegetables.
Seth got up and went back to bed. He had pneumonia from the cold yesterday, and Jen was giving him antibiotics from the medical kit in the house. He would be resting at home for the next few days, and Jen was going to take good care of him like a good wife should.
Jen was spurning her usual chores while Seth was home sick, and was instead devotedly caring for him and waiting on him hand and foot.
"Honestly I'm fine," Seth insisted to her as she made a fuss over him.
"Sex?" Jen offered.
"Now you're talking," Seth said with a smile.
Jen giggled and straddled him adoringly.
Seth got an erection for a while, but soon got a coughing fit from the pneumonia and had to stop.
Jen was worried, Seth was really sick...
***...