Yes, lots

"Here," you say returning with your briefcase. "I brought you some pamphlets." You pass a few to her. They're a little redundant, but they explained the basics. You chose them from a rack at work, leaving out the instructional ones on blowjobs and handjobs, and how to politely ask a stranger to let you preform them.

She began to idly leaf through them, drinking her wine. This was like her- calm and clear thinking, never one to panic or despair even in the face of a life- threatening illness. She paused on a diagram of a woman on her knees with her mouth open. A man was standing above her, pointing his little cartoon dick at the woman's mouth.

There was a section on the new emergency ID card she could receive so that paramedics and strangers would be able to identify her as addicted.

Carefully she looked back up at you. "John, if I have to... if I have to call one of your EMTs, or solicit someone at work, say. Are you going to be alright with that?"

It felt like your stomach fell through the floor. No, no you wouldn't be, but you had to. There was no way you could feed your wife cum all throughout the day- the cum she needed to stay out of a coma and alive. You hid your jealousy and responded, "Of course honey. This is a medical issue for a disease we have no cure for. It's a matter of your life, and I love you."

"I love you too John. This is my affliction. I won't let this hurt you too. I'm sure you want to set some rules right?"

Your heart dropped again. There didn't even seem to be an effort to get you to solve this problem all on your own. You knew it was no good, but it would have made you feel better if she had dragged it out and begged for a way that you could be the only one to provide her with... medicine. That really wasn't her, though. She was smart and practical, and eager to find a solution she could live with.

"Yes," you hadn't really thought about it too much. "The EMTs on staff are trained, and professional. They're a little overworked, but they know what they have to do. Please call them first if you can."

"Trained?" she considered and you saw a smirk appear on her plush lips. "They train guys to jack off into girl's mouths huh?"

"Well, yes actually. The CDC has only had this field base for a couple of years, but we have a professional staff. They won't... touch you, if you don't want. I don't want you to touch them either, really."

Michelle smiled and blushed. "Of course not, honey. Although, I imagine some accidental contact might happen when this is going on though, right?"

You shuddered. "Yeah, I guess."

"What if I can't get an EMT to me in time? You know I'm pretty busy at work most of the time. I might not be able to make the call and stuff."

Oh no. Work. You hadn't thought about that.