Mark couldn't wait to hear what his wife had to say about what had happened to her during this full week of work. He knew it must be fairly significant based on all the extended hours she had been working. He also had a feeling he was about to hear something fairly HOT due to all the buildup Teresa had given to it. His wife was not one for exaggerating, so Mark was bracing himself for something pretty big.
Mark and Teresa both changed, cleaned up a bit, and drove over to their favorite place in town to just sit, unwind, and talk. Ken's was perfect for this, as it was very low-key, and normally almost completely empty.
Tonight was no exception. The couple wandered in and found a quiet little corner table where they could whisper quietly over a couple of Coronas to each other and have pretty much complete privacy.
"Man, she is really something special," thought Mark to himself as he quietly glanced over at his wife across the table from him. Teresa was busy wiping their table off with a napkin, so she was oblivious to her husband's admiring glances. Though his wife was every bit an Amazon type woman, she was also obviously quite well educated.
He really considered himself the luckiest man alive! Not only was his wife totally HOT but she was also very intelligent.
It was at that point that Mark had his little accident! He was sitting there, eyeing his hottie wife, daydreaming to himself, and he wasn't paying attention for a moment, so the wet glass he was holding in his hand became slippery, and it completely slipped from his grasp!
The glass bounced a bit, the beer sloshed, the cup turned over startled Mark, and he attempted to grab and upright the glass just as it slipped past his hand and shattered on the impact of the table they were sharing!
"Damn!" Mark cried out, jumping out of his chair and seizing the wrist of his cut hand with his other hand. Teresa looked down at the white and yellow explosion of glass and foam that was unfolding on the table directly in front of her.
"Are you ok honey? Did you cut yourself?" Teresa asked, jumping up from the table to avoid being covered in beer herself, and walking around toward Mark to check on him.
Mark was completely embarrassed now! He nodded and looked at his wife, feeling both embarrassed by his clumsiness and happy with the sudden attention his wife was paying him. It was still nice to know that she genuinely cared about him.
"Here, let me see it," said Teresa, taking Marks cut hand in both of hers. Teresa dubbed the flow of blood with a clean napkin from the table.
"Well, it doesn't look too bad," continued his wife. "It doesn't appear that you will need stitches anyway!"
"Whew! That's a relief anyway," answered Mark. "Are you sure it won't?"
Teresa smiled at her husband. Even after all these years, he STILL had to question her, even though deep down he had to KNOW she was right.
She was ALWAYS right about this sort of thing. "I'm pretty sure tough guy! I would think that a butterfly band aid is all it will take to make your boo boo as good as new," teased the young blond.
"Here, let's sneak back to the bathroom clean it all up, and have a look at it," she said, directing her husband back to the unisex bathroom which also had a lock on it so that she could fix her man up in private.
"No, over here," said Teresa, giving her husband a course correction. With the shock and minor pulsing pain of the cut, Mark was heading directly into the storage room, rather than the rest room!
"Ooops. Thanks," grinned Mark at his wife. Once again he gained an appreciation for all that his wife did for him. Teresa had pretty much always been there for him. She looked out for him and loved him. It was a very nice and secure feeling she gave him.
As they entered the rest room and locked the door, Teresa set Mark down on the toilet seat, taking a large band aid from her purse which she always carried around, just in case. With her job as a physical therapist, you just never knew sometimes what you might run into, and on several occasions, she had needed all of the first aide equipment she carried in her over-sized purse.
At that moment, Mark was completely oblivious to anything around him. Teresa had moved in close to him, and the only thing in the world that became relevant to him was the soft scent of her hypnotic perfume! Mark suddenly realized that his cock was stiffening in his jeans as he took in his wife's scent, and looked at her carefully as she scrutinized over his cut, searching for any stray shards of glass that might have gotten lodged into his cut hand.
"So are you going to tell me about what all happened at work this week?" asked Mark as he watched his wife bandage his cut hand.
"Well, I guess you could say it was pretty much a bad experience, but knowing you (mister pervert), you might not think it's so negative at all!" teased Teresa.
This was all it took. She totally had Mark's full attention now. It was obviously something having to do with sex! "YES!" thought Mark to himself.
"So what has your role been this week with this guy you've been doing physical therapy for?" Mark asked, correctly guessing what it was all about.
"It was almost as though I was the Halfway Home's resident nurse, psychologist, and doctor all rolled into one," beamed Teresa.
"So did you have trouble with this guy you were assigned to help, or has it gone ok?" asked Mark, again correctly guessing where the conversation was headed.
Teresa nodded. "Yeah, that 'guy', or Tyrone has been pretty much my entire responsibility since I started there. And I have to tell you - some things have happened, and I'm not even sure how to tell you about them! For one thing, I definitely hope that a lot of people don't' find out about this, as it could end up being a problem for me. I would guess that I would probably lose my job and even get my license revoked."
Teresa could see that Mark was on the edge of his seat taking in her every word. She totally loved having his complete, full, and undivided attention. She could FEEL him hanging on her every word. It was actually giving her quite the rush.
I'm sure you don't want to hear all the sordid details though, so I won't bore you with it all. We can just go back out to the table, finish our beers, and head for home," teased Teresa.