Glen and Emma had been together for a good five years or so. Things were hot between them for a good while, but like all long term relationships things cooled over time. It was normal, natural, and though they both had periods of sexual frustration, they made time for each other when they could and were loved well and mostly content.
Sadly, life set them back and Emma developed some health issues. Troubles with her heart increased and made them cautious with their sexual play activities, and a cluster of autoimmune diseases took most of her energy. A recent flare escalated to the point that an extended hospital stay became necessary.
Glen remained in good health and did his best to fulfill his role of caretaker while working two jobs. Nursing Em back to health was going to be a long task and a stressful one. The worry and the weight of responsibility took a toll on Glen; the quick wanks in his morning shower barely took the edge off his frustration and did little to relieve his stress. He needed something else, something to take his load off a little bit, something dirty.
A few weeks out of the hospital, Em was still weak, but her constant nausea and diarrhea had mostly abated, and her abdominal pain was manageable. She was getting antsy to get out of the house. On Monday, Facebooking with her friend Margaret, she got a hankering, and joined Glenn out on the lanai for a smoke.
"Hey, baby." Em said, lighting her cigarette. "The county fair is this week. Margaret has some stuff in competition."
"Oh, cool," Glen replied, not looking up from his phone.
"You think maybe we could go? Maybe Saturday?"
Glenn looked up, apprehensive.
"Well, sure. Maybe. Do you think you're well enough?"
Em shrugged. "It's been almost a week. I should be by then."
"Maybe." Glenn nodded. "Have to play that by ear. Tell you what, we got five days for you to recover. If you're well enough to suck my cock, you're probably well enough for the fair."
"Deal." Em laughed. "I'm so excited. I haven't been to the fair in years."
Em worked hard that week, pushing herself off the couch as often as she could, slamming down her aloe juices and protein shakes. She even managed to cook a meal on Thursday night. After Glen tidied up the dishes and a couple of evening smokes, they turned in.
As they lay in bed, not yet sleeping, Em remembered their deal. Glenn was on his side, turned away from her, breathing already slowed into sleep mode. He was obviously exhausted but she was sure he'd be receptive. After all it was his deal, and for the first time in months, she was ready. She spooned up next to him and began stroking his butt.
Glenn sighed and wiggled his ass a little. He always enjoyed a little backdoor attention, and any touch to his bottom got his attention. Em continued her light strokes, lightly tickling behind his balls. When she was sure he was ready, she struggled to her knees and pulled him onto his back.
Glenn was hard, eager. His cock pulsed in her hand. Em steadied herself with her other hand and leaned down taking him in her mouth. Glen groaned, thrusting gently up at her. She sucked gently and bobbed, working him as well as she could. She tired quickly though and leaned back on her heels, still holding his cock.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, stroking him weakly, "You're gonna have to..."
Glen's hand replaced her own, and he began stroking himself.
"My ass, please." He moaned, bending his knees up and spreading his legs. Em reached to the nightstand and grabbed the lube. Putting some on her middle finger, she snaked it between his legs and slowly slid it up his eager backside.
Glen licked his palm, then continued stroking. Em squirmed her finger, pressing on his prostate, firm and swollen under her touch. She leaned down on her elbow and hip and watched him intently.
"Oh, yes." He groaned, thrusting down on her. "Oh, god, another finger. Oh, please."
Em pulled out, leaving Glen to whimper, while she needlessly lubed her forefinger. She leaned back, resting her head on his thigh, and slowly worked both fingers in. Glen bucked, pushing down, eager to be penetrated.
"Good boy." She said, kissing his thigh. "Such a good boy."
"Yes." Glen hissed. "oh, fuck me. Fuck my hungry little asshole."
Glen licked his palm again and increased his pace, rocking on her fingers. Em held herself there, letting him do the work. She watched and waited. He would finish soon. When he gave the little grunts that she knew meant he was almost there, she leaned down and held her mouth open.
