Dinner And The Next Day

“Well, how is it? Too chewy? Or too dry?” Michelle puzzles, her enchanting gaze growing more worried by the second. You quickly snap back “No baby, of course not. It’s perfect, like every other time.” The compliment reaches Michelle, and she averts her eyes as her cheeks turn a deep scarlet. You’re not lying, and she can tell.

A few minutes of silence follow, and then Michelle speaks again. “So, how was the first day of this honey? Is there anything else you think we should change?” You hadn’t spent this silence blissfully, instead sorting through and processing today’s events. The 12 hour work day had drained your energ, yet was still somewhat better then anticipated, and although the scent of the house was unexpected, it certainly wasn’t unappreciated. It heightened the desire you had felt build earlier today. However, there was one event you just couldn’t repeat.

“Michelle, I think today went great. But I was honestly really worried for you when it was time for your treatment.” A knot quickly formed in your stomach, but you knew fine rightly that it would only form again tomorrow if this wasn’t handled today. “I think it can still work, but you need to let me know when they start to pack and when you get cleaned up.”

“Oh honey, did that really bother you? I’ll keep you in the loop more if that’s what you want.”

“No baby” you answered firmly. She had the best of intentions, and so was completely taken aback at your sudden bossy tone. “Baby I...” you sighed. You felt guilty, but you had to be honest with her. Even if it meant suffering through her pouty, sad-puppy expression. “I don’t want to see any more of what happens. Just... just send me a quick text when you’re head feels clearer.”

Michelle quickly gathered herself, realising that you never intended to dismiss or control her. Her eyes glazed over with tears as she managed to mutter out “Of course, honey. Whatever feels comfortable”. You launched down the table and embraced her firmly as she silently held you closer and calmed herself. With a cooler head, she suggested you both head to bed.

The flight upstairs was accompanied by Michelle, but the aroma from earlier was no less noticeable. Watching your wife’s supple behind sway as she climbed each step, matched with the unmistakeable scent of sweat and manly release got you truly worked up. Your member stiffened against your trouser leg, pressed tightly against the thin fabric. You desperately needed another release, and you expected as much as you entered the bedroom.

But Michelle remained oblivious to your aching need. She was already curled up in bed before you exclaimed to her “Baby please, I need you right now.” She arched her back against the soft mattress as she responded plainly “Honey, no. Not tonight.”

“Please baby, you don’t understand. I want your sexy body, your perfect curves.” You were quickly working yourself up, your erect dick dangerously close to piercing your trousers. “Honestly honey, no. I’m just not in the mood” she retorted, apathetic to your burning need. She grew a cheeky smile as she continued “Anyways, it just means I get a larger morning dose, right?”

This comment broke you just enough to relent, and begrudgingly fall in bed to sleep. You tried earnestly to sleep, but your cock gave no quarter. What didn’t help was the submissive moans Michelle made in her sleep, nor her naked body pressing deeply into yours, and especially not the deep musk that permeated the room. It was at it’s strongest here, and the thought of Michelle’s gorgeous body accepting her medicine above the covers you lay beneath meant that you feel asleep restlessly and painfully hard.

Michelle wasted no time getting her ‘morning dose’. The disinterested Michelle of last night became a distant memory, as morning Michelle pounced on your cockhead with an obvious hunger. The frustration of last night significantly shortened your stamina, as you quickly came deep into Michelle’s throat. She kissed you passionately before popping out of the duvet covers and heading downstairs.

The routine of morning blended into the routine of work. You got new cases of volunteering addicts, which would help immensely in your progress towards a cure. Some colleagues questioned your late departure, and you realised that you failed to gather their thoughts on your proposed change to work hours. Most were indifferent to the later start and finish, and the rest appreciated the flexibility of a midday start. The day remaining progressed smoothly and the text from Michelle while your team commuted home left you elated. It was simple and brief, a small “They’re here now, see you later honey xx.” But the fact she remembered your request, even in her addicted state, left you confident and optimistic. 2 more texts arrive, but her initiative leaves you content and you focus on your work instead. 8pm arrives, and an hour later you arrive home to...