Stress Relief

I could hear the frustration in Christie’s voice as she groped for what I meant for her to say. Working with the public all the time, she’s gotten in the habit of “self-censoring.” It was automatic for her anymore.

“Stop thinking like a nurse,” I stopped sucking long enough to say. “What do you really want me to do?”
 
Christie was oh, so close to cumming, and Matt's refusal to indulge her was maddening.

"Dammit, Matt!" she cried, her fingers pulling harder on his hair, her legs wrapping around his torso to try and pull him upright. "Please! Please put it in me! I want you too have sex with me!" Christie begged.
 
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Even though Christie's pull on my hair hurt like hell, I almost stopped what I was doing to sit back and laugh. Her inability, even as incredibly distracted as she was, to dredge up the word "fuck" was suddenly hilarious to me.

So, although I hadn't gotten the response I was looking for (well one of them, anyway - she was good and horny, that was for damn sure) I decided I'd better pretend she'd said what I wanted if I didn't want bald spots where she'd yanked my hair out by the roots, trying to get me where she wanted me.

Still feeling that absurd glee, I couldn't help the stupid grin as I straightened up and watched my hard-on line up almost perfectly with Christie's oozing cunt.

Placing my head in the wetness at her entrance, I asked, "Is this what you've been demanding the last few minutes?"

Now in the entryway, my cock felt the magnetic pull of hot, dripping pussy, and screamed that I wasn't already buried to the hilt...
 
Christie was relieved when Matt stood between her legs and prepared to enter her. God was she ready for it! Much more ready than she'd been in a long time. Her body was aching for the penetration. But then he stood there and teased her...

"Matt," she gasped softly, her hips searching around to try and get him to impale her. "Please," the word more of a whimper. Still he stood there, his hips following hers, teasing her with being so close, but yet not there.

"Matt!" she yelled, her legs going around his waist to better keep him still so she could pull him inside. Still that stupid grin, his hand coming down to hold her hips still so that she couldn't pull herself into his appendage. It drove Christie almost to anger with her need and lust.

"You fucking asshole," she said slowly, venomously. "Fuck me! Give me your fucking dick!"
 
Finally.

"That's what I'm looking for," I said with a grin. I wasted no more time.

Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I pushed my cock to the hilt in Christie's drooling pussy...
 
Christine's vaginal muscles had clenched with the need of her canal to be filled, so that Matt's persistent penetration was almost painful. Still, so strong had been her need that she began to orgasm once he was about halfway in.

Despite the constriction around his shaft, Matt seemed unperturbed as he forced his way into her, the lubrication he had brought about no doubt helping him, while keeping the experience enjoyable for Christie.

"Ohhhh...gooooooddd...." she ground out between her teeth. The sensation Matt had caused in her shot directly from her vagina to her brain, where it exploded behind her eyes and made her whole body clench in pleasure. It was several long moments before she could begin to relax, and as she recovered she was aware of Matt slowly still working in and out of her.
 
Wow. Christie's reaction was immediate. I no more than started pushing my cock into her than she started, if not cumming, then damn close to it.

Her pussy clamped so hard on my cock, I thought she was going to pull it off when I started my out-stroke, but between her lubrication and my own, I got pulled back far enough, but her tightness made me moan right along with her.

I couldn't believe how incredible this whole experiment was turning out. Christie had humored me to begin with, but after this, could she really deny it was what we'd both been needing for quite a while?

Less thinking. More fucking.

I fucked my wife through her orgasm, and although I'd already cum twice, with the reaction I was getting out of Christie, I was getting horny enough - and her gripping, dripping cunt was hot enough - that I found I had another in me. I'd been in my 20s last time I'd managed that.

As Christie's climax began to subside, mine began to build. This became my one, final goal for the session: to unload in my wife's spectacular body one more time...
 
A Christie recovered more, she realized that Matt was building up to cum yet again. She couldn't remember the last time he'd had that kind of stamina, and she made a mental resolve to not let him get that pent up ever again. Although, by being that tightly wound, he was certainly sparking things in her that had long laid dormant due to the demands of both their lives...

As his thrusts into her became more rapid and forceful, Christie found another wave of pleasure begin to gather inside herself as well...
 
My god, I couldn't believe I was going to cum again, but it wasn't long before I felt another knocking at the door. On top of it, as I fucked, it looked like Christie might have another in her, too.

Was it possible?

"Cum with me,'" I gasped. "God, babe, I want us to cum together if we can."

I kept pumping, holding nothing back, wanting to cum in Christie while her pussy gripped my cock in her own orgasm. Our animal sounds were loud and joyous, and that just lifted my orgasm closer to the surface...
 
At Matt's words, Christie frigged her clit furiously. She was as eager to cum as Matt seemed for her to.

This added stimulation combined with the vigor of Matt's seeking of his own orgasm, had her internal muscles rippling. She could feel herself squeezing the intruding phallus, which increased her pleasure. It was only a few moments before he hips began to buck as the electric tingle once again shot through her body, causing her to writhe in pleasure and give muddled screams of ecstasy.
 
Ho-ly fuck…

When Christie started to cum again, my orgasm – which had been very close to the surface already – broke loose. While Christie’s pussy vibrated on my cock, I pumped my third load of the session into her. My moans and shouts mingled with hers and I didn’t want it to end. I hadn’t felt so connected to my wife in ages.

Of course, it couldn’t last forever, and way too soon, we both started to come down, our orgasmic cries resolving into desperate pants and then heavy breathing. While I didn’t want to pull out of Christie’s pussy, I felt my legs get weak, so I just crashed down into my chair, which I fortunately hadn’t pushed too far away when I stood to fuck.

For several minutes, neither of us said anything: we just gathered our breaths. I enjoyed the view of Christie’s sloppy cunt as I sat there, but after a while, I’d recovered enough that I stood again and held a hand out to her, which she took. I helped her to a sitting position and smiled at the happy, fucked-out look on her face.

Leaning down to kiss her, I then pulled away and asked, “Feel like a shower, sexy?”
 
As Matt pulled away after the kiss, Christie ducked her head with a degree of embarrassment. Part of that stemmed from having acted so wanton, and part of it was due to being forced to admit the necessary. Allowing Matt to pull her upright, she turned her face upward to his for another quick peck.

"I'm sorry, hun," she apologized. "I'm a little too tired for anything except bed now". Giving him a shy smile, she leaned into his embrace for a few long moments, then squeezed him in a loving hug before grasping his hand lightly. "Come lay with me?" she offered.

She made a quick stop in the bathroom to use the restroom before retreating to their room. She sighed contentedly as she felt Matt cuddle against her back, and secretly smiled in pleasure as his hand came across to cup her breast as he spooned her, feeling his flaccid penis find a nest between her cheeks.

One more shift, then she had a couple of days off as the last thought before she drifted off to sleep.
 
To my disappointment, Christie turned down my offer of showering together. If we were playing this strictly, I wouldn’t have given her a choice, but considering everything we’d done – that she’d gone along with – it didn’t seem that important at the moment.

“You know I’ll come lay with you,” I said in response to her question.

Waiting on the edge of the bed while she finished in the bathroom, I couldn’t help but smile at my nude beauty when she appeared framed by the doorway.

I loved that Christie hadn’t bothered covering up. If it was up to me, she’d never wear clothes again.

Moving over to give her room on the bed, I let her get comfortable before snuggling up behind her. In this position, my hand always came to rest perfectly at Christie’s breast, and I didn’t hesitate to cup that full, round weight like I always did. My cock rested easily between her beautiful butt cheeks, and even soft, it felt wonderful.

We laid like this for several minutes, my nose in Christie’s hair, my body as close to hers as possible without being inside her.

Eventually, I asked, “Did you like what we just did? Did it take your mind off work for a change? Would you like to do this more?”

However, by the time I asked, Christie had already fallen asleep, and my quiet words hadn’t woken her. It didn’t matter. This had been the most spectacular sexual encounter we’d had together in ages. Knowing we were still capable of sex like that, I sure as heck didn’t want to see it end.

More satisfied than I’d been in a long, long time, I relaxed and let myself fall asleep with my gorgeous wife in my arms, fantasizing what we might do after Christie’s next shift and her days off after...
 
The next morning, Christine's alarm went off at what seemed ridiculously early. She hit the snooze button-something she rarely did-then rolled over to snuggle into Matt. He was on this back, and she casually laid her leg across both of his. As she did, she noticed that both of them were still naked. She blushed as the memories came back, but also smiled at them. They served to wake her up better than her alarm had.

Ginning devilishly to herself, she slipped under the covers and down the body of her still-sleeping husband. She lightly traced around his penis, which was soft and laying across his hip joint. As she traced back towards herself, she opened her mouth and let it flop inside, then began to work her tongue around it. It was only a few moments before she felt it begin to swell inside her mouth, and only a few minutes more before Matt began to move his hips in time with the bobbing of her head. Just as she was beginning to taste the sweetness of his pre-cum, his hand ran around her head and through her hair, letting her know that he was awake.

Normally, this was the point where she'd straddle him and take him inside herself, but remembering his enjoyment of the night before, she decided to let him finish inside her mouth. She redoubled her efforts, adding plenty of tongue action to her head movements. Just as she thought he was about to finish, her alarm went off again. Still, she was this close. Or rather, HE was this close, so she decided to just got for it, and kept sucking him.
 
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I dreamed of having my cock sucked. My cock was in a warm mouth, and a tongue danced expertly over the head. It only took a couple seconds to realize that I wasn’t dreaming, and that my sexy, gorgeous wife had decided to wake me up the way any sane male wants his wake-up. Yeah yeah, cliché and all, but what a great cliché.

Involuntarily, my hips started moving in rhythm to Christie’s talented mouth, and I felt an orgasm coming on.

Normally, Christie’s pretty neutral regarding getting me off with oral, but after last night, it appeared she’d found a renewed enthusiasm for it. I sure wasn’t going to complain. Best damn way to start the day. in my book.

Reaching under the covers, I caressed my wife’s hair while she sucked me. After a little bit, I tossed the covers off me so I could watch as I felt my orgasm near the point of no return…

Then, Christie’s alarm went off. She must have hit snooze for the first time in years. The sound jolted me and I felt that cum back off just a little, but Christie just kept going. She wanted a mouthful of jizz first thing in the morning, and who was I to argue with the lady’s desires?

Reaching her alarm from where I was – without making Christie stop – was impossible. Therefore, I pushed the distraction into the background and concentrated on the pleasure I was getting from my wife’s talented mouth.

Quickly, my orgasm rose once more…
 
Damn, but that alarm was annoying...

Christie stifled her annoyance with the intruding device as she worked to get her husband off. She felt him try to reach it as well, but give up the attempt rather than part with her mouth. Soon enough, she was tasting the increased amount of pre-cum as she worked her tongue and head on his fleshy appendage. Matt's hips also began to thrust gently in time with the motion of her head.

Within moments of Matt starting his hip action, she felt his penis begin to twitch in her mouth. She braced herself for the load about to erupt in it, and when it came managed to swallow most of it. She was surprised at how much his body had managed to produce overnight, since she was fairly certain she'd drained him the night before.

Having finished him off successfully, Christie slid up the bed and kissed Matt tenderly on the cheek before smashing the "off" button on her alarm, then rushing to the bathroom to shower and hurriedly get around for worm before she was late.
 
I held back nothing. When my orgasm finally did roll over me, I made sure Christie knew it. While my cock pulsed its load into her mouth, I made as much noise as the climax drew from me. Years growing up with my bedroom across the hall from my parents had taught me to stifle any noise I might make cumming. It was taking a lot of de-conditioning to let loose, but I really wanted Christie to get not only the physical prize for her efforts, but the aural one, too.

Unfortunately, between the snooze and the blowjob, the time for any kind of morning bedroom chat had been burned right up. Without asking “How was it” or anything of the sort, Christie swallowed, smiled up at me, kissed me on the cheek, then switched off the alarm as she dashed for the bathroom.

The sudden loss of the incessant buzz of the alarm clock made for a resounding silence in the room. I could easily hear Christie taking care of her morning necessities, heard the toilet flush, then the shower door close and the water come on.

Sliding out of bed, I went to the bathroom, flipped the lid down on the toilet and sat down.

“That was the greatest wake-up call I could have gotten, baby. Thank you.”

I had a real urge to climb in the shower, too, but when Christie felt like she didn’t have time in the morning, I knew better than to get in her way.
 
Christie was annoyed when Matt followed her in the bathroom for her shower, but realized she really couldn't blame him. She, in fact, was to blame for giving him a teaser first thing in the morning.

Still, like most nurses who took their role seriously, her preparations for going in to work were almost ritualistic. She used the time to catologue the patients that had been there the previous day, treatments that may be required, speculative treatment ideas that had been floated during her preceding shift and the requisitions and education needs for those treatments, mental review of the staff, and hundreds of other things. Even the stuff she regularly carried in her pockets was down to a ritual: there were times that after she thought she was around that she was thrown into a tizzy over knowing something was missing from her pockets, even if she couldn't readily identify what it was.

Matt's presence threw that mental rehearsal off, plus she was already running behind anyways. Again, her own fault, but still...

She finished her shower and stepped out to grab a towel, then dried her hair. Makeup at work was pretty much a thing of the past, but she put on eyeliner and mascara anyways. The female patients who still had awareness seemed to appreciate any effort the nurses took to make it seem like life was normal outside the hospital, and then males seemed to appreciate anything that accentuated the femininity of the female nurses.

She then slipped into her underclothes, then moved back to the bedroom to don her scrubs before rushing out to gather her pocket litter and sort it into her pockets before giving Matt a quick kiss and rushing out the door. No time for coffee or breakfast this morning, she'd just have to hope there was something on the break room while she donned her daily desk PPE and gathered her re-used PPE to use inside the patients rooms.
 
Christie didn't respond to my thanks. I didn't really expect her to. She'd told me about her morning ritual before. We talked about it once in a while. Chances were good just her knowing I was in the bathroom with her was throwing off thst morning rhythm: my interrupting it by speaking probably threw it into a screaming tailspin. For exactly two, maybe three seconds, I felt guilty about it, but since I was there to acknowledge the amazing way she'd disrupted her own ritual to do what she'd done for me, I got over it quickly.

For another couple minutes, I watched my incredible woman as she got ready for another day in the trenches - almost literally, considering the added threat involved these days. When she shut the water off, I ducked out to give her the privacy she said she needed, or at least preferred, to get herself prepped for work.

I kept quiet as I sat on the bed and emerged, in bra and panties, back into the bedroom. As she got dressed, I realized she wouldn't be able to get herself any breakfast or her morning coffee. It made me feel a little guilty. After I thanked her. I could have headed for the kitchen and at leadt gotten her some of my mediocre coffee (I'm not a coffee drinker, so I'm no good at making it - it's the thought that counts).

Once she was ready to go, she faced me and gave me a sheepish smile. I returned it with a bright one, because she really was my hero, and she made me feel good, even before my cock was in her mouth.

The usual perfunctory goodbye kiss lingered just a tad longer than usual, but it still wasn't as long as I'd have liked. She mumbled quietly, "Sorry," before dashing from the room. Shortly after, I heard the door open and close and Christie's car leaving.

The house was strangely silent. Often, I barely even notice my wife's alarm when it goes off, so I was pretty sure my being up did a fine job of throwing her morning ritual into an uproar. Now, though, I was awake, even though my day didn't typically start for another couple hours, even working from home.

I got up off the bed and walked to the kitchen, still naked. I debated if I should put any clothes on. I didn't have any meetings, so nobody would see me. I'd have to think about it.

Sitting at the kitchen table, I grabbed my cell and texted Christie, knowing she wouldn't pick it up till she had a break, somewhere around three hours from now...

Again, thank you for the wakeup call. I love you. You're my hero.

I hit "send", yawned, then got up and went back to bed until my alarm went off...
 
It wasn't until she took a lunch break that Christie got Matt's good morning text, along with a usual one that he sent around noon asking how her day was going. She blushed reading the first one, both over the reminder of how she'd awoken him up, as well as the "hero" comment.

After she'd replied about how her day was going, she decided to play a little naughty with him. He was her husband, after all, so what was the harm? She went into the bathroom and made sure to lock the door, then pulled her top and bra up and snapped a picture, then sent it to him. She smiled to herself, finished her lunch, then went on to finish her shift.
 
I woke up a few minutes before my alarm, then got ready for my day, the memory of earlier putting a smile on my face the whole time.

The speculation over whether I’d work naked today was decided when I sat in my desk chair, still wearing what I hadn’t worn to bed. It made the day go a little quicker, although I had to admit, being nude made me want to switch over from work to porn in the worst way.

Christie still hadn’t responded to the text I’d sent before I went back to bed, so it told me it was a pretty hectic morning. Just before her usual lunchtime, I texted one of my more mundane: How’s the day going, babe? Still thinking of you.

About fifteen minutes later, my text notification pinged.

Been rough today.

Glad you liked your wake-up.

Thinking of you, too.


I figured that was it, but a couple minutes later, the phone pinged again. Chances were, it was Christie in her Covid getup again, to emphasize the way life at work was for her while I was comfortable at home.

When I checked my phone for the expected picture, I wasn’t expecting the pic that met my eyes.

My cock went hard immediately. It was pretty obvious the shot was taken in a restroom cubicle, but there was my wife, her scrub top pulled up under her chin, her bra pulled up with it.

Never before had Christie sent me a selfie like this from work. To say I liked it was an understatement. The urge to stroke my cock was almost irresistible, but I persevered, typing after staring dumbfounded but incredibly aroused for well over a full minute:

Pretty hard here, too. Will let you ease tension when you get home. Gladly do the same for you. Gonna be tough getting any work done this PM now. Thank you.

I sent the message, then went into my phone settings and turned off the screen saver so I could keep Christie’s picture on view the rest of the day. While I worked, distracted, I tried to think of how to greet Christie when she returned home...
 

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As Christie finished her shift, she was tired, as usual. More nurses had announced they were quitting the unit, again without notice. Although survivability was up, there were still a large percentage of patients dying, with family not permitted to be at the bedside. It was a situation for which nurses had been completely unprepared to cope with from a mental health perspective.

As she changed into her street clothes and get ready to punch out, she discretely checked her phone to keep the selfie she'd taken earlier from being noticed from praying eyes, and was energized at Matt's appreciation.

"Glad you liked it hun," she texted back. "Do we need anything on my way home?" She well knew that if they had needed anything, Matt had probably already gotten it, but occasionally something else was realized in between his trips to the store and her leaving work. At was just one more way he was adjusting for her to take some of the strain off her shoulders.

On a whim, she took another selfie and sent it to Matt, then finished changing before heading to the clock to actually leave.
 
The afternoon was, as I suspected, hard (pun intended) to get through. Keeping Christie’s selfie on view reminded me almost every second of the sexy woman I had as my very own. My cock maintained a semi-hardness most of the rest of the day. I noticed a wet spot where I dripped when my foot moved over it.

Even though it seemed to take forever, when I heard my phone ping again, a glance at the clock told me it was time to wrap things up.

Christie’s text read: Do we need anything on my way home?
It wasn’t anything she hadn’t sent before. I received one of those most every day when she was done with work.

Working naked all day, with Christie’s bare breasts to keep me in a constant level of arousal, I couldn’t help making it into something pseudo-sexual and romantically corny.

I can think of one thing, I texted. Look in the mirror.

See you when you get home. I can hardly wait.

I still hadn’t thought of how to greet Christie when she arrived, but at the very least, wearing what I had all day seemed a good place to start…
 
Christie couldn't help the amused smirk at Matt's reply for her to look in the mirror regarding what to bring home, but it flooded her heart with warmth towards him. An amused yet contentedly smile lasted the entire ride home, then twisted back more to a smirk again as she saw what her husband wasn't wearing when she stepped from the garage into the house.

Christie gave him a hello kiss while tracing a finger along Matt's semi-erect shaft, then headed straight for the laundry room to strip her clothes directly into the washer. That done, rather than cover up in anything, she decided to follow Matt's lead and walked naked through the house for a quick shower. She knew Matt was following her, and she gave a naughty smile over her shoulder at him periodically.
 
My cock stood erect as I waited for Christie to get home. I'd been a while since I'd greeted her home from work dressed like this, but our play a day ago had put her in a more playful mood than she'd been in for quite a long time - particularly since Covid hit, that's for sure.

Then, I heard the door start to open and I had a brief moment of doubt. There was a chance my meeting Christie at the door naked was the last thing she wanted to see.

I needn't have worried. The naughty look on her face told me she liked what she saw. When she stepped in to kiss me, her hand went right to my hard-on. I moaned into Christie's mouth as she gave me one of the most passionate welcome home kisses I'd received in ages. Of course, her fingers gently stroking the length of my eager cock didn't hurt in the least.

The kiss lasted maybe twenty seconds, much longer than the perfunctory peck that had become the norm of late. I could have stood there hours, but Christie eventually backed away, then turned wirh a grin, heading for the laundry room.

Following like a puppy, I stood in the doorway while I watched my beautiful wife perform a routine I knew she did every time she returned from work. First kicking off her shoes, next came the top, followed by the bottom. Socks, bra, then panties all went into the washer, leaving my Christie nude as the day she was born... well, minus the curves and the pubic bush, of course.

The glances she gave as all this happened told me she knew exactly the effect she was having on me: and she liked it. Nothing was said during all of this, but no words were necessary. Christie certainly didn't need to say anything, and my mind was a horny blank.

When she walked past me, she reached out for my cock, gave it a quick squeeze, then grabbed a little harder, using my hard-on as a guide handle. She led me by the cock to the shower, pulling me in behind her.
 
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