Continue With The Boys

Despite weighing up the outcomes, you’re still almost shocked at your decision. “I agree, baby.”

Michelle immediately grins and shuffles towards you. Still processing your own decision-making, you’re snapped back to reality by Michelle’s sweet, scarlet lips embracing yours in a passionate kiss. She completely takes the helm, and breaks it in for you after a moment lasting for enternity. Her face draws away slightly, and her cheerful grin quickly returns.

“Thank you honey. I know it must be so difficult for you, but I’m glad you agree that this really is best for us. Right now, I need you by my side, and I’m so relieved that you are.” Despite the context of what is ‘best for us’, her genuine delivery eases your heart even as your thoughts still race around in your head. She stands up from the armrest, gently grasping your palm as she entices you to rise with her.

Michelle guides you up from the chair and onwards to the master bedroom. She isn’t forceful, but she makes it clear from just her body language that she wants to just wash up and head to bed. As she enters the bathroom, your finally exit your daze and manage to formulate your thoughts better. You’re happy for Michelle, not just because she has an established outlet to feed her addiction, but also because she is so willing to work with you on her treatment. Just as you hear her heading back, you settle on the most pressing of your concerns to raise before tomorrow.

“Michelle, baby, we need to talk about rules” you start as soon as she crosses through the door. “It’s nothing too serious, but it’s important to me.”

“Of course honey. I’m all ears” she states plainly, while giving you that sickly sweet smile again.

You’re nervous. Very nervous. But you manage to concisely raise your main concerns. She needs fresh semen taken orally to treat her addiction, so positions like the one Tom took are totally unnecessary. You make it clear to her that you don’t feel like she should be encouraging that kind of behaviour. Further, you’d like to keep it out of sight. Walking in on her today was an... experience you’d rather not repeat. To this, Michelle raises a concern of her own.

“Honey, I’m not trying to be funny here but those boys are only available from 4pm, and... well... they don’t exactly finish early.” She phrased it in the nicest way possible, but it still stings to hear your wife discuss the stamina of other men. But what stings more is the truth of it. You confer with yourself, seeking the best possible solution.

Michelle sees your contemplation, and suggests her best compromise. “Why don’t you work later then, honey. You can come home after they’ve cleared out, you can spend more time on finding a cure and you still get to come home to little ol’ me” she offers with a cheeky flair, and a cheekier grin. You appreciate the teasing delivery, but you also recognise the validity of the suggestion. You can easily organise a later departure from work, and it’s true that every second spent at the office is a second closer to a cure.

You mull over it some more, but can’t think of anything better. You agree with Michelle, and immediately you share a relieved smile together. Followed swiftly by a relieved kiss. You’ve set out your biggest concerns, and found nothing but support and commitment from Michelle. It was a rocky afternoon, but as you cuddle up next to Michelle’s plump ass in bed you look forward to a stable tomorrow.

Your morning begins the same way as the last few days, with Michelle’s plump lips rapped tightly around your cock. Remembering the moment you pieced the dots together as to why she started this new routine, your mood is dampened, only to be swiftly raised as you push past the edge and unload into her throat. You roll through the motions, getting ready for work and sharing a small meal with Michelle before she gives a parting kiss.

Your working day isn’t objectively different from usual. You gave a call to your boss, the project manager, letting him know that you wanted to discuss a change in business hours. He agreed to discuss it with you later in the week, with your plan being to move the hours back from 8am-4pm to 12pm-8pm. It was crazy, but your team wasn’t staffed with morning people and, more importantly, it gave Michelle 4 hours to treat her addiction. You also let him know that you planned to work until 8pm regardless.

However, as the day progressed your thoughts drifted from work on the cure to Michelle at home. You felt distracted, and a knot formed in your stomach as you realised fully what was going to happen at 4. Just as your thoughts started to really cloud over, the bell tolled. 4pm came, and as your colleagues began their commutes home you pictured the group’s commute to you house, and to your Michelle. At 6pm, your imagination reached a fever pitch and, relenting under your paranoia and curiosity, you texted Michelle “How is it baby? You good?”

Ignoring your work, you waited for 15 minutes until Michelle finally replied. “All good honey. Just wrapping up now. Can’t wait until 8 xx”. You had to reread it for it to really sink in. “Just wrapping up”. 2 hours and 15 minutes later. You realised with a sinking feeling that yesterday you must have lost track of time, and had no idea how long you sat down while the group of boys used your wife. You still trusted her, but with a sickening sensation you began to trust those boys less and less. You could just about answer Michelle with “Ok xxo” before distracting yourself with work.

Finally, 8pm struck and you began the hour’s commute home. You trusted Michelle, you were positively sure that she had your best interests at heart too. But given her addiction, she may not be thinking with her heart, or her head, or at all. Taking today as a trial run on the new schedule you arrive home and are greeted by...