And another, and another...

You had sex on the kitchen, then had sex in bed. Your wife Michelle was like a new woman. She was wild- acting really slutty. As you bent her over the couch and fucked her from behind, she slapped her clit hard. She never used to do that.

In bed she was dirty talking up a storm. Things like, "let me drink all your hot fresh cum," and "shove your hard cock down my throat." It was intense and left you with mixed feelings considering the events of the day. In the middle of the night you awoke to her full lips around your penis. She cradled your balls and milked you into her mouth while whispering the dirtiest things you had ever heard her say.

In the morning she cornered you in the shower and repeated her ambush from last night- on her knees, throating your whole cock and letting you fuck her head until you came right into her stomach. By this time your dick was tender and a little raw. It was going to be difficult to keep up with her, but you were determined to try. Every load you shot into her mouth was one less she'd need from the burly, well endowed EMTs, or the horny entitled prep school boys.

As you kissed her goodbye and left for work, you were determined to redouble your efforts today. If not a cure, maybe a synthetic substitute could be found, or at least some catalyst to preserve semen so that it could be stored for emergencies.

The drive to work was all receptors and proteins and dicks in your wife's face, and T-cells, and no! You had to relax, and focus.