Scared, but loyal

Michelle leans back, a satisfied grin on her face as she licks her lips. You tuck yourself away as you look at your naked, kneeling wife, wondering how to break the news.

"Honey, come and sit down for a minute." You take her hands and pull her up, moving you both into the living room and two seats. As she sits down, looking at you questioningly, you decide it's best to just say it.

"Babe... you've got Cum Addiction."

Her eyes' return your stare, but totally uncomprehending.

"I've... what? You mean that disease you've been studying? I can't have..."

As her bewildered voice trails off, you quickly interject, explaining the test you had done and also about the disease. She listens as you tell her that as it's early on, one or two loads of cum a day should be enough, but that this might increase as it gets worse. You mention that she might need to find other sources of cum besides you, in an emergency. She's visibly shaking now, but at least she's not cum-mad anymore and the news seems to be sinking in.

She begins to cry and you quickly stand up and wrap your arms around her. You feel her shuddering in your embrace. After 30 minutes or so of this, she seems to have settled down and you wait for her to say something first.

"I know I might eventually have to, but I really don't want anyone elses cum." You think you see a slight shift of her thighs as she enunciates the last word. "I just want to get it from you."

"Okay honey - we'll try. We'll have to make sure you get a load at night and one in the morning. There's no evidence that having more than you need will exaserbate the condition at all."

The evening passes uneventfully, with Michelle quizing you as she thinks of new questions.

As you get into bed, you see an almost predatory lust in your wife's eyes and you know immediately what she wants.