Eating Julia's ass.

Shepard dug his fingers into each side of Julia's panties, the fine material of the lace on one side and the fleshy softness of the blonde's hips on the other providing an engrossing experience.

"Yep. Knew you'd like those." Julia giggled as Shepard drew the expensive undergarment down its owners legs.

"Not as much as I like you without them." Shepard said, transfixed by the sight of his wife's fat, bare ass.

His Chief of Staff's plump booty looked so inviting, Shepard couldn't help but appreciatively stroke it.

"You like that?" Julia asked, as if she even had to.

"I do." Shepard told her.

"Say it." the blonde said, surpressing a laugh. Shepard groaned inwardly.

"Come on, I don't have to..." the commander turned councillor protested.

The thick little blonde made a show of pulling her panties up, as if that was the end of it all.

"I'm Commander Shepard... and this is my... favourite ass on the Citadel." Shepard recited

Julia looked back at him, unimpressed.

"Seriously?" the blonde wrinkled her nose. "That the best you got? Really? Well, I guess you must not wanna tongue fuck this hot ass, crazy as that is. Well alright, I'll get onto Korlack's office, maybe they can bring start the discussions now... Unless you, I dunno, wanna try that again, with a little mustard on it?"

Shepard took a breath in.

"I'm Commander Shepard, and this is my favourite ass on the Citadel!" Shepard exclaimed. This time, he'd done it with an exuberance such that it could've been a recording of those old promos he'd cut on the Wards, a lifetime ago.

"Yowza!" Julia cheered. "Now that's more like it, hubby. Good boy! Man, I wonder if the big, nasty batarians would be as scared of you if they knew just how well-trained I had you?"

"They wouldn't know where to start with you, Julia." Shepard commented.

"They wouldn't, would they?" Julia beamed. "Uh, clock's ticking, Councillor, you might wanna start."

Shepard dove in, bringing his lips to Julia's pucker. It felt just as electrifying as always. There was something about Julia, the way she wasn't remotely intimidated by his past accomplishments, the way she lived her life her way, and you could ever stand at her side supporting her, or go screw yourself.

"Oh yeah! Heck yeahahahaha!" Julia squirmed beneath him as he put his tongue to work. Just feeling her cheeks bump against his face had Shepard harder than he'd been in quite a while.

"You know, I can't believe my life sometimes." Julia told him. "There's a few gals I went to school with I wish could see me now. The most powerful man in the galaxy, in more ways than one, jumping through hoops to kiss my ass."

Shepard kept his head down, licking and kissing, smacking his lips against his wife's booty, handfuls of her thighs gripped tight as she lay over his desk.

The Commander ate his wife's ass for long minutes, the galaxy, the station they were on seeming to melt away into simple carnal bliss. But it wasn't to last.

"I'd say that's time." Julia called it. Nudging Shepard back, she flipped around, sitting her bare ass on the Councillor's desk and looking at her sexually overstimulated partner. "Haha look at you, you'd think I don't take care of you."

Shepard couldn't help taking it out of his pants, he was hard, his cock was red and engorged and raging for her.

"Look at that big, hard dickaroonie!" Julia said, dangling one of her heels centimetres from the huge, uncut head. "Is the big, bad savior of humanity gonna be able to sit through his meeting like that?"

"No, he's not..." Shepard said.

"What was that?" Julia asked, theatrically putting up a hand to her ear.

"No he's not, mommy!" Shepard declared. Julia bit her lip, delighted. In response, she once again flipped onto her stomach, drew her dress back up the handful of centimeters it had slipped down.

"Fire when ready, Commander!" Julia said, jiggling her ass just a little to emphasise her point.

After that, Shepard needed no further encouragement. Bringing his cock inches from Julia's ass, he masturbated furiously. A few moments of grunting and tugging and he came, spraying all over his wife's thick rear end.

"Fuck, not bad, John!" Julia said. Grabbing at some tissues on Shepard's desk, she dabbed away at the cream frosting he'd given her booty, dropping each used tissue on the Councillor's desk. When she'd done as much as she could, she snagged another tissue and handed it off to Shepard.

He'd been groaning and panting, trying to recover, and just drinking in the half-naked Julia dripping with his semen. Now he dabbed at his flaccid prick and the trail of cum running down his own leg.

"Looks like the batarians and volus are waiting." Julia said, giving Shepard a quick smooch on the cheek before she made herself decent. "Knock 'em dead, John."

"What, you aren't staying?" Shepard asked, putting his dick away and straightening his jacket.

"I can't." Julia shrugged. "They're about to deliver that asari piece to our apartment. I've gotta be there. Ciao! Try not to fall asleep!"

The blonde blew him a kiss as she strutted out of the office on three inch heels.

Shepard sat back down behind his desk, exhausted. Part of him had thought marrying Julia would make this happen less. The feeling that she had just blown through his life like a tropical storm. Little had he known...

A light blinking on the holographic display on Shepard's desk pulled him out of his weary reverie. It seemed the meeting was about to begin.