Go home at the end of the day

The ride home was a roller coaster of emotion. You swung from hot-headed anger- that she couldn't wait one day before having another man, a colleague, ejaculate in her mouth, back to being proud of her for taking the right steps to deal with her condition. As you approached the front door you knew that however you felt, you needed to present a calm face. She had an affliction after all, and it would be cruel to shame her for it.

Right inside the front door was your wife Michelle. You recognized her pose from the instructional brochures you hand out to the patients. She's on her knees, leaning forward with her mouth wide open and her hands cupped under her chin. She's only wearing a pair of thigh high stockings, though. That wasn't in any of the pamphlets.

"Hi Honey," she says sweetly. "Did you find a cure today?"

You rolled your eyes at her game. "No, we didn't find a cure today."

"Well I guess I'll just have to swallow your load, then," she teased.

You looked at your watch. It had only been about four hours since T had payed her visit at school.

"Michelle, we need to talk."

She pouted her pretty lips and scrunched her cute nose in real disappointment. "But John," she whined, "I'm feeling really hot. I am soaked, I need it."

"Just, just talk with me for a moment first, ok?" You extended a hand and helped her to her feet. She is warm to the touch, and you could see she was agitated.

"What is it?"

You lead her to the kitchen, and the soothing wine.

"So Tyrone said you called for help after school today." You tried your best not to make it sound like an accusation.

"Yes, I was going to tell you after... you know. I barely made it through the school day. I called in a few minutes before the last class even let out."

"Yes, that's good. I mean, you only found out you were sick yesterday..."

"John, are you jealous? You of all people should know that had nothing to do with sex."

You sipped your wine and nodded, seeing that you had gone too far. "Yes, yes of course, I know that. I just didn't know that, so soon... I mean, maybe I wasn't really ready."

Michelle put her hands on yours and stared into your eyes, not without a little lust. "John I'm sorry, I want to do whatever it takes to make you comfortable with this."

You reluctantly met her eyes. "Right, alright." You let out a sigh. "I just want you to be forward and honest with me about it- as your husband and as a doctor."

"Of course," she nodded.

"Just tell me when you.. when you take medicine without me alright? Tell me about it and I won't worry."