Working

I'm up well before anyone else in the house. I have to be at some office early in the morning, and I'm gone before the sun rises. Abby is peacefully sleeping in the bed as I take off. As soon as I get to work, I text her that I made it there safely, and move on with getting some work done. Hours later, I check my phone and to my surprise, I don't see a text from Abby. That's odd, usually she will reply as soon as she wakes up. I send her another text to make sure in case the other one didn't go through. When it's been a half an hour with no reply, I send another. Then another. I'm really starting to get worried now, so I take a break and run down to my car and call her. No answer. Before I can fully panic, I think about George and give him a call. It rings for what feels like an eternity before he finally picks up.

"Hey, what's up man?" he says.

"It's Abby. I haven't heard from her all morning and I'm starting to get worried."

"Oh she's fine. I woke her up for a treatment session and she forgot to grab her phone. She's actually still here." What a relief. It feels like a giant weight is lifted off my shoulders.

"Thank goodness. Can I talk to her?"

"Uhh, sure, but her mouth is a little full right now."

He must put the phone near her face because I start to hear sucking sounds, and then my wife's muffled voice like she is trying to speak with a full mouth. "Eyyy uhhnee. Sowweee." I can barely understand her.

"Oh, it's okay sweetie. I was just worried."

"All good brother," George's voice returns. "I would let her talk more but she is," he lets out a shuddering moan. Whatever she is doing must be working, "a little busy right now."

"For sure. Just have her text me when she is done."

"No problem," he says before hanging up. I let out a sigh of relief. Sometimes I get so worked up over nothing. What could possibly have happened to her while she is safe at home with a guy like George. I manage to get back on track with work, picking up right where I left off as if nothing happened. When I get done, I immediately head to the next office. A break would have been nice. Unfortunately I couldn't get the schedules to line up, so here I am rushing directly to the next job. I spend much of the rest of the day working without breaks, getting updates from Abby over text. She has been working hard on applying to jobs and getting u packed, which is especially impressive becajse she has to stop multiple times in order to treat George. The poor guy must be in a lot of pain.

By the time I finally I get home, they've both already eaten dinner, though they saved me a plate. George is in his room working on some business of his, so I get to share a dinner alone with my wife. "So, how was your day?" I ask. She chats endlessly while I eat about all the things she has gotten done and what she hopes will happen with her applications. "And the... treatments?" I ask carefully.

"Oh, those aren't nearly as bad now that I've gotten more used to them. The intimacy of it is still uncomfortable, of course, but it's kind of fun, too. I've never been pushed like this before, my mind or my body, and it's kind of exciting to seee what I'm capable of." She smiles widely. "And it's so rewarding knowing that I am making George feel so good. He makes sure to tell me how much he appreciates me."

I put my hand on her shoulder and look deep into her eyes. "You know, I appreciate you, too. You're the best, most beautiful wife a man could ask for."

"Mmm, and I appreciate you too. Actually," she gets up and takes me by the hand, leading me to our bedroom. "Let me show you how much I appreciate you." She leads me into the bedroom and as soon as she closes the door, she gets on her knees and reaches for my pants. This is so unlike her! She has never been one to use her mouth much, even when I ask for it. As soon as she touches my cock, I'm instantly fully erect, and she takes me in her mouth without warning. Before, she only licked around the shaft and sucked on the tip a little bit. Now she is taking the entire thing with ease. I don't last two minutes. She swallows both bursts of my orgasm like it was nothing.

"Oh wow. That was incredible!" I tell her.

"Thanks! I just wish it was longer," she says with a frown. "I mean lasted longer," she clarifies quickly.

"How could I when you're that good!" I say, complimenting her, but she doesn't seem convinced.

She gets over it quickly and smiles. "I love you. Now get in bed while I clean up, okay? You need some rest." I don't know what I did to deserve such an awesome wife. I get changed and get in bed, waiting for her to arrive so we can cuddle and watch TV. I'm snoring before she is done putting the food away.