Getting through the rest of the week

I manage to survive having such a crazy workload by having an awesome wife and by giving myself one day off a week. It gives me that light at the end of the tunnel to look forward to, no matter how stressed I get at work. When I first started working this much, it was really hard on Abby. Losing her job tanked her confidence, and sitting at home all day with nothing to do stressed her out, and me with her. Staying with George and working on his treatments has helped her regain her confidence temendously. She seems more cheerful while I'm gone, and is even dressing a lot more confidently. When she was in her depressive stage, she wore a lot of baggy, grey clothes. Now, she is wearing bright colored clothing that is a lot more tight. To be honest, it's pretty revealing too, a lot of her outfits were gifts from George from girls who left them behind, and it's clear that none of them had Abigail's curves. I'm no prude, but to be honest, some of them are way too revealing for her to be wearing anywhere. Luckily, that doesn't matter since it's just George and me at home.

She is taking the work a lot better than I thought she would, too. There was even one time when he texted her in the middle of the night. It must have been pretty urgent, because she rushed out wearing just a bra and panties. She must have grabbed some clothes to change into off the floor out of sight. Abigail was in there for almost two hours, but even with being woken up in the middle of the night, and loosing all that sleep, she didn't complain a single time. She is a real trooper. The idea of her working so hard to take care of George so that we have a place to sleep is what keeps me going.

Finally, after so many long hours, early mornings, and late nights, it's my day off. I wake up early, without my alarm. My body is so used to it at this point, that I'm not sure I even need it. The thing is, today, I can cuddle up to my precious wife and fall back asleep, which I do with a huge smile on my face. The next time I wake up, she is giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"Good morning sleepy head," she says. "George always needs a treatment first thing in the morning. As soon as I'm done, I'll make you some breakfast, okay?"

"Good morning beautiful," I reply. "Let me know when you're done. I feel like lying down and doing nothing for a bit." She nods and gets out of bed, throwing on a t-shirt as she walks out of the room. I blush a bit when I notice that she isn't wearing anything to cover her ass except the panties she slept in. They do a pitiful job of covering her rather large rear. "Umm, aren't you going to put some shorts on?" I ask tentatively.

"Why?" she asks with a tilt of her head. "It's no more revealing then a bikini bottom, right?"

I think about it. It is kind of silly now that she mentions it. I wouldn't think twice if she wore a bikini to the beach, and she is at home with me and George! "Ah, you're right. Forget I said anything." I lie back down as she leaves and rest for a while. After an hour has passed, I'm ready to get out of bed. Abby hasn't texted me yet, but I figure I'll be nice and make her some breakfast. I try not to, but as I pass by his door, I hear the same wet noises I heard the other day.

"Gluck, gluck, gluck," today they seem more rythymic, which makes sense. As Abby gets more experienced, she will be able to go faster and smoother doing... well, whatever it is that she is doing. I hurry past so that I don't invade any more of his privacy. I make a simple breakfast, and when Abby finally emerges, smoothing her shirt back down and adjusting her hair, I have an egg sandwich and coffee waiting for her.

"Here sweetie, for you. I got a bit impatient, sorry," I tell her with a laugh.

"Aww, you're so sweet. I'm not really hungry though..." she says.

"Mind if I take it then?" George comes out of his room wearing only a towel around his waist, his muscular upper body on display. His treatments must require him to not have too much clothes on, like a massage. Poor Abby, that must have been so awkward for her at first. She seems used to it now.

"Sure, help yourself!" I tell him and he scarfs the sandwich down in three bites.

"Thanks bud. Been working up a hell of an appetite these days." He winks at Abby, who blushes slightly. "Any plans for your day off?" he asks me.

"Abby and I like to talk walks in the park after lunch. You know, get out in nature, listen to the birds. It's relaxing. We are usually gone for a couple of hours. That's not going to be a problem is it?" I ask him, remembering that he might need a treatment during that time.