She lies

"Of course John, always."

"So... how did it go? What happened?"

Michelle sat in a soft living room chair, spreading her legs slightly. "Are you sure we can't... you know... first? I'm dying over here." She let her hand drift down to her pouting pink pussy as the other grazed the nipples of her full breasts.

"Tell me about it first, then you can drink my cum," you said, trying hard not to let your anxiety show.

Michelle sighed. "Well, like I said, I was going nuts all day. At lunch I even went in the bathroom to masturbate. I came twice, but it didn't help."

You nodded. In tests your team had shown that it may even accelerate the symptoms.

"So, about fifteen minutes before class let out, I called the number. I told the operator to have the paramedic meet me in the teacher's parking lot. So I went out there, and there he was, leaning on his ambulance."

"Tyrone?"

Michelle was itching to touch herself, and was wriggling with her legs tight together. She was breathing heavy too.

"Yes. He was nice. He asked if I knew how I wanted it."

"What did you say?" You were putting away wine quickly.

"Well I followed what the pamphlet said to do. In the back of the ambulance there was a pad to kneel on, so I knelt down. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes."

You could picture it well- your beautiful wife with her hair up in her glasses and smart school clothes with her mouth wide like some kind of slut... no! Like a strong person dealing with an illness.

"The brochures also said to keep eye contact with him. Did you?"

She shook her head, biting her lip. "No, I kept my eyes closed tight. I didn't want to watch, or get anything in my eyes."

"Didn't you have your glasses on?"

"No, I... yes but I still closed my eyes."

"Alright, what then?"

"Well, he got out his c... his penis and started stroking it."

You suppressed a shudder. "Was he already hard?"

"I don't know, I wasn't watching. But it didn't last long." She closed her eyes and leaned back languidly in the chair as she answered your questions.

"How... how close was he?"

"I don't really know, I thought he was a couple of feet away. Nothing more happened than that."

You frowned and finished your wine. Hearing this story while your wife fidgeted in the living room was giving you a hard on, and you didn't really know how you felt about it.

"What about when he... ejaculated?"

Michelle's hand drifted absently to her breast, but she became self- conscious and withdrew it.

"It all went right into my mouth. It wasn't as good tasting as yours," she sounded a little breathless, "He had good aim."

Cringing inwardly, you replied, "What did you do?"

Michelle was swooning. You could see that if you didn't get some cum into her soon she would start to loose it, but you were too intent on hearing how the emergency visit with Tyrone had gone first.

"I just swallowed it all, and thanked him, and then came straight home."
"The pamphlets also said to suck the last bit out of head of his penis, did you do that too?"

"No," she moaned, her eyes closed, legs pressed so tightly together.

You wanted to believe her, but you weren't quite sure. Sipping a new glass of wine, watching her go crazy in the living room, you didn't trust her completely.