On a 10+, Mary gets you alone

"You have a chance to come down and see me today, sweetie-pie?" you ask Mary over the phone. "We could get a little start on that therapy thing."

"I hoped you'd be asking about that," Mary says. "I've been missing you, honeybear. A woman should cleave to her husband."

"And the two should be as one flesh," you say.

Mary laughs. "Let me know when, sweetie-pie," she says.

You say. "Come on down around two. A bit after lunch, they give me some quiet time. How's that sit with you today?"

"I'll be there with bells on," Mary says.

"But no panties," you say.

"But honeybear, how'm I gonna keep it warm for you?" she says.

You laugh. "All right, you know best."

"God knows best, honey," Mary says. "All I can do is pray and do what I can."

The long morning is lightened up with a bit of TV and flirting with the nurses. You think you're making headway with the redhead, but it's hard to tell. No sign of Doctor Breedlove. After her supervisor, who was also her girlfriend, well, wife, caught you two together, Doc B was erased from your treatment board and as far as you can tell, from the world. Shame. You'd eat Doctor Didyma Breedlove's ass again, she got a couple of big Os jilling off while you were licking her, and ass love is about the one thing you like that your wife doesn't give you. Took Mary a while even to be okay with taking it doggie 'cause she's hinky about you staring at her butthole. But when you give it to her doggie style, it rings her bells every time. And ass-up with your hands on her butt cheeks and your dick between was how Mary conceived both your daughters, so she's more than made her peace with it.

After lunch and a round of tending from the nurses, you're dozing when you hear a click, click, click of footsteps. No nursie shoes those.

"Sweetie-pie," you say, waving as Mary comes round the curtain. She's wearing a blue dress over a white blouse and a nice new pair of what you'd call fuck-me heels she must have got for your homecoming.

"You're looking pretty good for a man with a broken leg," Mary says.

"You were praying for me, I'm sure it helped," you say.

Mary's face struggles between a smile and a frown, and finally she laughs. "God bless, honeybear," she says.

"God bless, Mary," you say. "Nice shoes, hon, you get those for me?"

She colors in the cheeks. "Yes, honey. You wouldn't believe what the shoe salesman said about them after I walked them up and down a bit."

"I believe I would," you say. "I'd say the same thing, I'm sure."

"Not in front of me!" Mary protests.

"'Course not," you say. "Glad you got 'em. I like it that you want to dress up nice for me."

Mary smiles. "Thank you, honeybear."

"So, you been keeping it warm for me?" you say. "With that new girl on your shift, Taylor?"

Mary nods her head, then lowers it, looking down at the floor.

"Hon, I'm glad, you know that," you say. "I'd be worried if you weren't. You stole me from Mandy, then you put her on your string. You're my angel of love, baby. You get with any boys while I've been away, hon?"

Mary nods.

"Tell me about him, honey. He ring your bells?" you ask.

Mary swallows, then nods with feeling. "Yes, honey. This was Taylor's brother Tom, home from college. He's got a big one. Gave it to me good."

"What position, and where?" you ask.

"Doggie. In our marriage bed," Mary says, in her I-cannot-tell-a-lie voice.

"Good on you!" you say. "That's my sweetie-pie! Keepin' it warm and spreadin' the love like I like to hear." You reach out your hand and clasp Mary's. "God bless you, sweetheart. I love it when I know you're getting what you need."

"Oh, honeybear, I love you so much," Mary says. She wraps her other arm round your shoulders and leans close. "I could never ask for a better husband."

You tilt your chin up and get a kiss. Then another.

"You up to showing me some love before Nursie shows back up?" you ask. "How bout you give me a nice deep kiss for what I've got under the covers."

Mary glances to the tent you're pitching in your sheet.