What Now

"Fuck," whimpered your wife under you.

You tightened you hand around her neck pounding her prone into the mattress.

"You like that?" you growled in her ear.

She answered with a whine, he toes curling as your pace quickened. You wanted nothing more than to unload in her but you knew better, she trusted you and you wouldn't do anything to betray that. Tears ran down Whitney's face as she climaxed under you. A moment later you pulled out and sprayed her ass and back, the two of you breathing hard.

"Wow babe," she said as you laid down next to her, "you were right, the **** was really hot."

"I didn't squeeze to tight?"

"No," she said with a smirk, "maybe I will let you do some impact play."

If there was any life left in your cock after three orgasms in as many hours it would have sprung at the thought. Once she'd taken a quick shower you fell asleep wrapped around your wife of five years. The next morning she woke you early as usual, already dressed ready to make the commute from Suffolk county into Manhattan.

"Busy week," she said kissing you on the lips, "probably late nights again."

"They're working you to ****," you said.

"At least they pay really well," she said, "hopefully partner in another two years."

Your days started almost two hours later as you got ready and headed to the elementary school you taught fifth grade at. The weekdays were lonely, you didn't really see your single friends anymore and with Whitney gone until almost 11 every night you were either at work or at home being a house husband. In truth given her salary you could have stopped working but without your coworkers you might actually have gone insane. One in particular, your "work wife" Alex was your only friend. As the week dragged on as they had much for the past five years you wondered why Whitney, an accountant needed to work long hours, during tax season you understood but it was May now and you were tempted to teach summer school just to keep yourself occupied during the day.

Wednesday night as you laid in bed you heard Whitney come in late. She sniffled, probably sick from running herself ragged you thought. You heard her get into the shower and a short while later she slid under the covers, she sniffled again, then sobbed. You thought to roll towards her but she wrapped herself around you, seemingly expecting you to be asleep and rested her head on your chest her cheeks wet. After a short while she was asleep and you couldn't help but wonder what had her so upset.

The next morning as she got ready you watched pretending to still be asleep, once she was ready she stood in your bedroom doorway looking at you.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered seemingly to you before leaving.

Something was wrong you told yourself but how to go about getting her to confide in you?