Its not unusual

Over the next few weeks Tom tried not to think about Marys work however there were subtle reminders, when she returned home from work she had a more of a musky smell it was, primal, male. It lingered in her hair, on her skin, in the fabric of her uniform. When he dumped her clothes into the washing machine, his fingers came away sticky with a substance he refused to name. He scrubbed his hands raw under scalding water, but the phantom residue clung.

Work was a minefield.

The government had mandated a daily “fertility hour,” forcing Tom to reorganize shifts so his employees could trot off to the clinic like good little studs. He sat in his office, crunching numbers, trying not to imagine which of his men had groaned under his wife’s practiced hands that day.

The canteen was unnervingly quiet when he walked in.

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

One of the lads a pimply 18 year old kid named Danny who had just started with the company shifted uncomfortably before sliding his phone across the table. "You should see this, boss."

Tom’s blood turned to ice.

There, on the screen, was Mary.

Her government issued photo showed her in that obscene uniform, one nipple peeking past the undone top button, her tongue tracing her lower lip like a porn star. The caption beneath screamed:

HOT MILF NURSE WANTS YOUR CUM!

"We recognized her from your desk photo," Danny muttered.

A chorus of nervous agreement rose around him.

"She’s, uh… really good at her job."

"Best one at the clinic, honestly."

"Super… enthusiastic."

Tom left without a word, his vision tunnelling.

Mary smiled when she got home that same sweet, oblivious smile that had once made his chest ache. Now, it felt like a knife twisting.

"How was your day?" she asked, hanging up her coat.

Tom could barely look at her, and showed her his phone. "Care to explain this?"

The fight that followed was a blur. and it was agreed that it would be best for him to spend the night in the spare room.

The following day was Saturday and Tom left early to visit his elderly dad, he used this more as an excused so that the tension between him and Mary would simmer down.

His father lived in a care home, a short walk away, Tom had never really got on with him, he saw the old git as more of a bully than anything, Tom had lived with his mother after they split but felt an obligation to visit the old man every so often.

Tom’s father was a bastard. Always had been.

The old man sat by the window of his care home, sneering at passers-by like a gargoyle. "Putting on weight, aren’t you?" he greeted.

They chatted about nothing, the weather, football and then politics Tom started "I Think the government are fucking useless, look at the issues we are having now with men having to go to clinic"

His father’s grin was obscene. "I like it. Free tug jobs from birds who can’t say no? Best policy they’ve ever passed."

"You’re seventy-eight."

"Plenty of lead in the pencil," the old man cackled. "Course, I’ve got standards. No foreigners. No gingers. But there’s this one slut real eager its like she's missing something at home. Something familiar about her, though…"*

The knowing glint in his eye made Tom’s stomach heave.

He left without saying goodbye knowing that would be the last time he saw the old bastard.

Tom couldn't face work and had told head office he needed a few weeks off for personal reason, he had plenty of unused holiday time left so there was no issue.

The following week he got an invite from his best friend Rab to go to the pub for a couple of pints, Tom needed this, he needed to blow off some steam and Rab was the very man, he left a note for Mary and left.

The two friends met and after several hours of drinking and playing darts they sat talking about their past conquests and friends they had lost, Tom had the feeling that his friend was holding back but eventually after a few too many Rab built up the courage and said "listen mate, I to say something and I hope your ok with it"

Tom swallowed the dregs of his pint and ordered another two he signed knowing where this was going "Go on say what you've got to say"

Rab accepted his drink and said "We'll you know how your Mary is a nurse right"

Tom rolled his eyes "We'll I was down at the clinic last week for the first time you know civic duty and all and when it was my turn at the hole her picture flashed up on the screen with the words that she was servicing me"

Tom's sighed hard "go on"

Rab shifted uncomfortable "We'll I just wanted to say, I mean I've known you guys forever and well, it was weird for me to see her wedding ring, you know the one I gave you to marry her rubbing up and down my cock, next time you see her can you ask her to take it off for me"

Toms blood boiled until he saw Rab holding back his laughter, Tom smiled back and punched his friend on the shoulder playfully "your a fucking dick" he laughed and Rab said "Aye but in all seriousness she's really good"

Tom fell into the spare bedroom, not remembering his journey home, Mary was sleeping in their room but he didn't feel right going in.

He woke up the next morning and couldn't work out what throbbed more, the pain on behind his eyes or how hard his cock was.

Tom pulled up the clinic’s website. Dozens of nurses grinned back at him—plump lips, spilled cleavage, come-hither eyes. Mary’s profile was the most-viewed.

Tom took a sip of water that Mary had left for him and he realised that she still cared,

He lay on his back and listened, the house was silent, Mary was away to work, he pulled out his phone and began looking at the government website with the local nurses, all of them looked sexy and partially dressed, he glanced at Mary and the others and thought "fuck it who will find out"

BUZZ.

His phone screen flashed red. A photo of him, mid-stroke, popped up alongside a warning:

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

Panic clawed up his throat. He hurled the phone across the room.

The knock came an hour later.

Two officers stood at the door: a sweaty sergeant with a face like a bulldog chewing wasps, and a blonde bombshell whose uniform strained over curves that would’ve made Tom’s mouth water in another life.

(ED NOTE for more on her see https://chyoa.com/story/A-policewomans-lot.66639 )

"YOU have been caught playing with yourself sir and are now in violation of the new legislation what is your full name"

Tom's head hung low "Tom Jones"

The pretty officer giggled but the fat sergeant didn't react

"Mr Jones you will be fitted with a penis restraint to stop any future illegal sexual acts, the only clothing you can wear is the approved t-shirts"

He handed Tom two red T-shirts with the word "WANKER" printed on the front and continued

"You must be out of your property for at least an hour a day in public and this will last for either three months or you attend at a clinic and perform your civic duty"

"What if I don't comply" Tom asked and the fat man smiled menacingly "You go to prison"

The pretty female officer opened the case and produced a small metal device, in a sympathetic tone she said "Ok sir take all of your clothes off and stand in front of me naked"

Tom did what he was told and felt strange standing naked in front of the stunning police officer in his own house, his penis began to react to the female officers touch as she began to apply the device, humiliation racked his body as his erection grew but the female cop did object, she reached into the case and pulled out a numbing spray and coated his cock,

Tom mumbled "sorry about that" and as the device was secured, she looked up with her big blue eyes and said "Don't worry about it Tom Jones, Its not unusual"

They left and Tom sat on his bed, the weight of the new device feeling like an anchor, the door went and Mary was home, her eyes said it all.