Echoes of the Past

A/N: This is a game, so be sure to enable "Game Mode" at right! You can customize some of the characters' names, as well.

You pull into the driveway, put on the parking brake, and turn your car off with a sigh of contentment. Another day at the office - not an exciting one, particularly, but every day you get a little closer to being the boss. You stretch slightly as you step out of your car and smile at the scene of suburban bliss before you: green lawn, orange leaves on the oak tree in the yard, and your lovely little sky-blue house. The house seems almost to vanish into the blue of the late evening sky of Waverly, Michigan. You sigh contentedly. 1953 has been a good year, despite everything going on in Asia. You grab your hat and your briefcase from the backseat and cross the small cobbled walk to the front door.

"Honey, I'm home!" you call as you step through the front door, shutting it carefully behind you. Stereotypical, perhaps, but we have these scripts for a reason.

"Darling!" Your lovely wife, Trudy, comes darting out of the kitchen, wearing a red dress to match her short, curled auburn hair and a lovely apron. The sight brings a smile to your eyes - you've always been proud of managing to bag Trudy, the knockout of your high school class. You convinced her to pick you when you signed up for a stint in the Army at your graduation, despite the War having just ended. It turned out you timed it well (and your parents did): doing your service from '45-'50 meant that you largely avoided actual combat, but you still got most of the benefits (social and otherwise) of having served. And Trudy was happy enough to be an Army wife once you'd made a bit of money; you've been married five years, now, and happier than ever now that you're a civilian again.

Trudy gives you a peck on the cheek and takes your hat and coat to the hall closet. "Welcome home! I've got a roast in the oven, it should be ready in half an hour or so. How was your day at the office?"

"Just fine," you say casually, loosening your tie and unbuttoning your shirt. "How was your day here?"

"Oh, perfect. Well, a little bit busy. I ran into Mrs. Holloway at the grocer's and she nearly talked my ear off! That's one reason the roast is a little late. But I can't complain. Would you like me to fix you a drink before dinner?"

"Not right now. I think you can welcome me home a better way." You catch her arm and smile, then gently tap her shoulder, giving her a long-established signal. Trudy blushes prettily and smiles.

"Of course, Franklin. Here..."

Needing no further prompting, Trudy drops to her knees in your front hallway, reaching up to your waist to undo your belt buckle, then your pants, then your fly. You grin. It wasn't just her bombshell body that made you want to couple up with Trudy. The sight of her on her knees gets you hard like nothing else. Fortunately for you, she's a natural submissive.

Trudy reaches her hand into your undershorts and gently draws out your hardening cock. She licks her pretty red lips and looks up at you with wide, adoring eyes. "May I do my duties, sir?"

"You may."

"Thank you, sir. Welcome home." Trudy leans forward and wraps her lips around your glans, suckling gently as you come fully erect. Reaching forward, she gently cradles your balls with one hand and strokes your shaft slowly with the other. You groan as her stroking sends tingles down your cock and deep into your body. Now definitely ready for action, you rest a hand gently but firmly on the back of her head, and she dutifully begins to suck you deeper. You sigh contentedly as your cockhead hits the back of her throat, and she pops her lips off your cock to jerk you for a few strokes and catch her breath, gently suckling on your balls and licking up and down your shaft. You grin. Little Trudy from Greenville didn't know much about sucking a cock when you first got together, but fortunately you were happy to instruct her. And after a few years in the Army, you had some tricks you could instruct her in from French and German whores...not that she needed to know that was where you picked them up! You've never felt bad about the philandering in your Army days. Everyone did it - and besides, as your father told you once, "It's fine to have a snack after work as long as you're home in time for dinner." You just made sure the little all-American wife didn't know.

Trudy is holding your cock firmly and sucking up and down its full length now, and you can feel yourself building toward an orgasm. You'd rather not just yet, though. There's more fun to be had...