Adam Hart, and you stay as you for now

You slowly look at the Vial of silvery liquid like nanobots, and start to imagine what you'll do with these thing, you also look down at the tablet and wonder just how much you can edit someone. "Adam can you come up and help me with these boxes, don't worry about the bulbs we'll grab some at a hardware store." Calls down a feminine voice, that belongs to Samantha your wife. You put the vial back in the box and pick it up, you want to keep this lab hidden for now, in case your wife starts complaining about it. You shift the bookcase back behind you, and place the box under the stairs, you'll come back for it later, maybe you can use it to make your wife less angry, you've been fighting a lot recently after your job **** you both to move, making you leave all her friends and family behind. You were struggling before then, but somehow you've always managed to stay together. You care a lot for Samantha, and she cares about you too, it's just you rarely see eye to eye, and end up arguing over really small trivial things. You admit that sometimes you don't help yourself but you once did have to deal with a police call out after an argument got very heated over leaving the toilet seat in the wrong position. You can't help it you're both really hotblooded and don't like to back down, although this does make the make up sex all the better.

You look at yourself in the mirror next to the box, and examine your face for cuts and bruises from your earlier fall. Your short black hair is combed down, you like to wear it messy, but after Samantha kept chewing you out, about how you're not in your twenties anymore you decided to give up on it. Your brown eyes look slightly tired, the stress of moving most likely, but also working your ass off for this promotion didn't help. One of the main points of the more recent arguments were how you don't spend as much time with her. You are clean shaved with just a hint of a 5 o clock shadow forming around you jawline. Your in fairly good shape considering you have no time to work out, thankfully the make up sex is regular and makes for very good exercise, also Samantha is a good cook, and keeps you eating right. You straighten up after confirming you're all healthy bar a small scrape on the inside of your right hand. "Hey buddy, hurry up down there, you get lost or something?" A voice you recognize as Frank one of your old college friends, it turns out he lives nearby so that was one lucky break. Frank had an uncanny ability of helping keep you and Samantha together. You head up out of the basement and go to rejoin your friend and wife.

When you rejoin your friend and wife, you see that Samantha looks like she's ready to blow, you look over to her. She 5"7 has long red hair, that flows down her back, even with the scowl on her face you cant help but admire how cure her freckles are above her button nose. She has nice full lips, that you love to kiss almost as much as you like them wrapped around your cock, not like that happens very often these days. Her arms are folded over her nice perky B cup breasts, you know she's always felt a little self conscious about having smaller boobs, but you still love them. "You done staring hun?" Samantha asks, sounding annoyed, sadly becoming the norm these last few weeks. "Hey you can't knock the guy appreciating his lovely wife can you?" Frank says trying to defuse the tension in the room, thankfully it works, Samantha sighs and puts a hand to her head. "Sorry hun, it's been a long day, I'm tired and I miss my friends and family." Samantha says softly and looks up at your with her tired eyes. You walk over and put your arms around her, and hug her tightly, you love being this close to Samantha she always smells so nice, and is so warm. "It's OK baby, We'll get the boxes unloaded, why don't you call your parents and tell them about the place, they'll be dying to hear from you anyway. Also let them know that I'll pay for any hotels if they want to visit while were getting the spare rooms sorted, that goes for your friends too." You say back softly as you embrace your wife. She looks up and you and smiles, she has to stand on her tippy toes to manage it, due to you being 6"2, but she does so and kisses you on the lips. "Thanks baby this means a lot, I'll be out in our new garden while I speak to them, it's a bit overgrown but in the summers its going to be beautiful." Samantha says as she kisses you again and skips away through the kitchen and out the back door. You stare lustily at her ass as it wiggles away as she skips. You walk out back to the van with Frank.

"Thanks for the save buddy, I was expecting another row." You say to frank as you start picking up boxes, and carrying them into the house. "No worries pal, you know I hate seeing you guys fight, besides you recovered well by getting her to call her parents." Frank says, as he smiles at you. Frank Is what you described as a beach bum, he has blonde slicked back hair, a big smile, is constantly laid back, and loves being on the beach and surfing. "Yeah, It's a good thing you're around to help us out, you seriously have to tell me how you do it man." You joke back as you go back for a second load of boxes. "It's not something you can't teach, you just have to keep your eyes open and know what to say." Frank jokes back, and pats you on the back. "I mean you two have been going out for 10 years now, hell you've been married 5 years coming up 6? How do you keep pissing her off." Frank jokes back. "I don't know I keep reacting to her, and then it escalates, I think we both just don't like being told were wrong." You admit back. "Well let me give you a hint, next time you're about to answer Sam back, just stop and think about how she is feeling, or see things from her perspective." Frank says. As you load another set of boxes down in the lounge you seem Samantha in the garden through the kitchen window and wave at her. She nods and smiles, and waves back. You think about how different she'd look if Frank wasn't here to diffuse her.

The next half an hour goes by and finally all your furniture is in the right rooms, and the boxes are all laid out ready to be unpacked. "Hey buddy your bathrooms needs a mirror." Frank calls down, crap you think you know Samantha will want a mirror and will probably get annoyed if there isn't one. You remember the mirror in the basement, it's not perfect but it'll do until you can buy a better one. You're currently transferring Samantha's clothes from the boxes into the wardrobe in the master bedroom, you don't want to stop and go back in the basement as you might get dust on the clothes. "Hey my hands are full here at the minute, but there's a mirror by the stairs in the basement that should do until I can get one that fits, hell we might end up redoing the whole thing anyway, I've always wanted a whirlpool bathtub." You yell up to Frank, laughing as you had your hands on a nice set of lacy thongs as you said hands full. You really like Samantha's ass, one of your favorite features of your wife. Franks comes back down the stairs and head towards the basement. You continue to unpack Samantha's clothes and use this opportunity to unpack all your sex toys and other fun stuff. You have already forgotten about the box you moved out of the lab you found.