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It’s Not Unusual

The Daily Grind – Chapter 3: It’s Not Unusual

The weeks following the supervised spousal release day were a special kind of hell for Tom.

He tried — God knows he tried — not to think about what Mary did at the clinic. But the evidence followed her home like a shadow. She would step through the front door exhausted, her obscene uniform clinging to her curves, and the smell would hit him immediately: thick, musky, primal male. Cum. Sweat. The unmistakable scent of dozens of strangers who had used his wife’s hands, mouth, tits, and pussy that day.

When he carried her laundry to the washing machine, his fingers came away sticky. He stared at the translucent strands for a long moment before scrubbing his hands raw under scalding water. The residue lingered in his mind long after it was gone from his skin.

Work – The Minefield

At the builders’ merchant, things had only gotten worse. The government-mandated “Fertility Hour” meant half his crew disappeared every afternoon to the clinic. Tom sat in his office, staring at spreadsheets, trying not to picture which of his employees had groaned under Mary’s practiced touch that day.

The canteen was unnervingly quiet when he walked in one afternoon.

“Alright, what’s this?” he grunted, refilling his coffee.

Danny, the pimply 18-year-old new hire, shifted uncomfortably and slid his phone across the table.

“You should see this, boss.”

Tom’s blood turned to ice.

There she was — Mary. Government photo. Uniform top undone, one fat nipple barely covered, tongue tracing her lower lip seductively. The caption screamed in bold letters:

HOT MILF NURSE WANTS YOUR CUM!

Top 10% Collector – Nurse Mary, 52

The lads around the table looked anywhere but at him.

“She’s… really good at her job, boss.”

“Super enthusiastic.”

“Best hands in the clinic, honestly.”

Tom left without finishing his coffee. His vision tunneled the entire drive home.

The Fight

Mary greeted him with that same sweet, tired smile when she got home.

“How was your day, love?”

Tom silently held up his phone, showing her the profile.

The argument that followed was ugly, raw, and exhausting. Accusations flew. Tears were shed. Mary tried to explain it was just her job, that she still loved him. Tom screamed about humiliation, about his own men jerking off to pictures of his wife. In the end, they agreed it would be best if he slept in the spare room that night.

Saturday – The Old Bastard

Tom left early the next morning under the pretense of visiting his elderly father. He needed air. He needed distance.

His father was the same bitter old gargoyle he’d always been. Sitting by the window of the care home, sneering at the world.

“Putting on weight, aren’t you?” the old man greeted.

They talked about nothing until Tom mentioned the fertility laws.

His father’s grin was obscene. “I like it. Free tug jobs from birds who can’t say no? Best thing the government’s ever done.”

“You’re seventy-eight,” Tom muttered.

“Plenty of lead left in the pencil,” the old bastard cackled. “There’s this one eager slut at the clinic… real familiar looking. Missing something at home, I reckon. Something familiar about her…”

The knowing glint in his father’s eye made Tom’s stomach turn. He left without saying goodbye.

That would be the last time he ever saw the old man.

The Pub – Rab

A few days later, Tom took a much-needed break. His best mate Rab had invited him to the local pub for a few pints. They played darts, drank heavily, and reminisced about old times.

Eventually Rab built up the courage.

“Listen mate… I need to say something.”

Tom sighed, already knowing. “Go on.”

Rab shifted uncomfortably. “I went to the clinic last week… and when it was my turn, Mary’s picture came up on the screen. Her wedding ring — the one I helped you pick — was rubbing up and down my cock the whole time. Next time you see her… can you ask her to take it off for me?”

Tom stared at him.

Rab burst out laughing. “You should see your face! I’m only joking, you daft bastard.”

Tom punched his shoulder, laughing despite everything. “You’re a fucking dick.”

Rab grinned. “Aye… but in all seriousness… she’s really good.”

Tom drank until he couldn’t feel anything anymore.

The Violation

He stumbled home and collapsed into the spare room. The house was quiet — Mary was already asleep in their bed. He lay there, head spinning, cock throbbing painfully in its cage.

“Fuck it,” he muttered. “Who’s going to know?”

He pulled out his phone and opened the government nurse directory. Page after page of beautiful women in revealing uniforms. He found Mary’s profile… and kept scrolling.

His hand slipped into his pants.

BUZZ.

The phone flashed red. A photo of him mid-stroke appeared with a warning:

VIOLATION DETECTED. REMAIN WHERE YOU ARE. LAW ENFORCEMENT INBOUND.

The Police

The knock came exactly one hour later.

Two officers stood at the door. A fat, bulldog-faced sergeant and a stunning blonde policewoman whose uniform strained over generous curves.

“Tom Jones?” the sergeant growled. “You’ve been caught violating the Public Fertility Act. Hands where I can see them.”

The pretty officer gave him a sympathetic look. “I’m Officer Reynolds. I’m sorry, Mr. Jones. We have to do this.”

They made him strip naked in his own living room. Tom stood there, humiliated, as his cock twitched in front of the attractive officer. She sprayed it with numbing agent before fitting the new, heavier chastity device.

“It’s not unusual,” she said softly, clicking the lock shut. “Most men struggle at first.”

The sergeant handed him two bright red WANKER shirts.

“You will wear these at all times in public. One hour minimum outside every day. Failure to comply means prison. Three months minimum… unless you start attending the clinic regularly for civic duty.”

Tom stood there in nothing but the steel cage and one of the new shirts as the officers left.

Mary Comes Home

The front door opened twenty minutes later.

Mary stepped inside, still in her clinic uniform, and froze at the sight of her husband sitting on the edge of the bed in the red WANKER shirt, new cage gleaming between his legs.

Her hand flew to her mouth. “Tom… what happened?”

He couldn’t even look at her.

“I… I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About all of them. I just… I jerked off once. Just once.”

Mary’s eyes filled with a complicated mix of pity, guilt, and something darker. She walked over slowly and cupped his face.

“Oh, baby…” she whispered. “My poor little cuckold.”

She kissed his forehead gently.

“Mommy’s home now. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Tom leaned into her touch, broken, humiliated, and more aroused than he had any right to be.

The daily grind had claimed another piece of him.

And deep down, they both knew this was only the beginning.

To Be Continued…