Steve awoke from the anesthesia, finding himself lying on a gurney. Except for a thin gown covering the front of his body, he was naked. His wife was by his side, and a fabric wall stood between him and another near naked patient, in a doctors office.
He was told he checked out fine with no issues of concern.
"You just sit here and sip on these ice chips." The nurse told him, "When you are strong enough to stand up, and can walk out the door with your beautiful wife, you can go."
As Steve regained his senses, Mary had taken charge, and was helping him sign his discharge documents. It occurred to him how dependent upon Mary he had become. "I'm not in control, here" he thought.
Mary drove Steve home. Steve did not have much to say. He had a dull headache, that he knew would be with him all day. Mary and he had a lot to talk about, but this day would not be the day for that.
Mary, for her part, doted on Steve. She brought up nothing of the matter that was on both of their minds, Tommy Robbins, and seemed to be trying to get things back to "normal" between them.
Friday morning, Steve woke up feeling much better. His headache was gone. Mary had already been up. She walked back into the bedroom, still wearing what she wore to bed, a long blue t-shirt and black panties.
Steve looked at her. An intense feeling came over his body. His heartbeat quickened. He realized he was still inexplicably turned on by what he believed she did with Tommy.
"I need to take hold of her, and reclaim her, here and now!" He thought to himself.
"I want you." Steve said to her. "I really want you now."
Mary and Steve were not usually morning sex people, but it seemed she understood what Steve needed. She pulled off her t-shirt, leaving her in only her panties, and climbed into bed with him.
"Then I am all yours. What do you want to do with me?" Mary replied, sweetly.
They started kissing, and fondling each other. She reached into his boxers and grabbed his cock with one hand, while pulling his boxers down with the other, with only a little help from Steve.
"This is what I want." Mary said seductively, as she pushed him to lay on his back and brought her head down to his cock.
She deep-throated him, just for a moment, before pulling out quickly. She continued to hold the base of his cock. With her free left hand, she reached over her right shoulder, grasped her long red hair and pulled it back around her left shoulder. This ensured her hair was contained, and out of the way. Now Steve had a clear view of her face while she sucked his cock.
After a few minutes, she moved her right hand down and gently wrapped it around his balls. Mary was taking Steve's cock deep into her throat, creating saliva, and making it wet and sloppy. Steve was enjoying himself.
Like some other men, when brought to the brink of an orgasm, Steve over inflated his natural gifts. Experiencing Mary's enthusiasm in sucking his cock, he considered his luck, thinking to himself, "Having a larger than average member, as I do, ensures that a true catch like Mary will never stray far."
For her part, Mary, in talking to her friend, Jill, recently had remarked, "Steve's cock is just fine, it is not particularly large, though."
Steve felt like he was close to blowing his load, but remembered that he started this episode so that he could reclaim Mary, by fucking her.
Steve gently put his hand on her head, got her attention, and said softly, "Wait."
He got up on his knees, while motioning her to lay down on her back.
"I want you, so badly." He said, sounding almost desperate.
Steve knelt between her knees and pulled down her black panties, as Mary squeezed her legs together to assist.
Throwing the panties off the bed, Steve looked up at his completely naked, sexy wife, whom he had not seen that way since last Saturday, six days!
It then hit him. When they had sex last Saturday afternoon, her pussy had long been unshaven. In fact, she rarely shaved her pussy anymore after she learned that regular shaving of that area is not healthy for women.
"And, it is really a hassle," she previously had told him.
But now it's Friday morning. It is clear that Mary's pussy had about three days growth of red pubic hair. She had, within days, shaved her pussy bare.
Steve thought, "So she shaved Tuesday morning before meeting Tommy?"
Steve remarked, "It looks like you recently shaved your pussy, Mary."
An uncomfortable look came over her face. Mary did not address what Steve said. Steve looked at Mary's face and felt badly for saying what he said.
He looked at her naked body, so beautiful, and her legs, now spread wide open, inviting him in. He started fingering her, and softly rubbing her clit.
As the realization swept over him that Mary took the time to shave her pussy, before going to Tommy's, Steve was electrified. He moved himself down her body, his eyes taking in every inch of her. Her soft skin, with red hued stubble that matched the foxy red hair on her head, only now becoming visible, mesmerized him. He gave her soft kisses, just above and around, her pussy.
With his right thumb and index finger, he separated the folds of her vagina. He began to softly use his tongue on her, with his hands slowly working her inner thighs and then her clit. Mary clearly was aroused, and somewhat audibly so.
As Steve's tongue and fingers began to explore more territory with deeper and more aggressive probing, Mary's body quivered as an orgasm built for her. She soon yelled out, "Steve, I want to be fucked! Fuck me now."
Steve heard the command he loved to hear. He quickly got on top of her, kissed her, and plunged his hard cock into her aching, sopping wet, pussy. They embraced each other tightly, kissed each other deeply, and copulated lovingly.
Steve did not last long, but they came together. His orgasm was long, his ejaculation was thick.
Steve collapsed next to Mary, out of breath. Mary giggled a moment later and told Steve, "I feel your plentiful spunk leaking out of me!"
They laughed and kissed. They rested in each others arms for a long time before getting up.
As their Friday progressed, Steve and Mary had now entered a familiar phase in which, after a painful fight, they make up to each other through spontaneous long kisses, mutual eye gazing, smiles and blown kisses.
Steve was not sure if things were really alright. But he did not want to blow the moment and sink the relationship back into sniping and accusations.
Still, it was apparent to him that she was having a secret sexual relationship with her ex. It had gone on for as long as nine months, if not longer!
Steve considered that given he works during the day in a demanding job, with frequent travel, her opportunities to slip away were plenty. He just thought he would have noticed something unusual.
It had not seemed she was hiding from him when he was working, at least, not in the last nine months. When he texted her, she usually texted right back. But then again, she had texted him back about her nonexistent lunch with Connie, when she was really with Tommy.
Steve also thought, "I'm completely in love with Mary, and ready to forgive her for practically anything. I just don't think I can go on pretending that she is not having a sexual relationship with her former boyfriend, who is single, with his own apartment and near a hoagie shop, apparently."
And yet again, as he thought about Mary having a secret affair, under his nose, his erection came back.
"The more I think about her taking steps to hide her actions, so she can sneak away, and be Tommy's secret slut, the harder and hornier I get."
He thought about their life together. They were different. Mary was in the homecoming court in high school. She was known for her beauty and charm by all who knew her, especially the young men with whom she attended high school. Steve attended a large city school, and felt invisible.
Mary was more outgoing, likely to start a conversation with strangers in a bar. Steve was more reserved, shy even. Their mutual friends all adored Mary. He got along with everyone well enough, but they liked him, he felt, because they thought he took good care of her and let her be herself.
Mary is creative. "I love to create art and interact with it whenever I have the opportunity." She told Jill, recently. "Steve likes to watch sports on TV and attend an occasional game with his friends."
Steve, since landing a better job eight years ago, supported the household. Mary was laid off from her previous job shortly after Steve began his new one. That enabled Mary to focus on the kids, who grew older, and her creative side. She loved her arts and crafts.
Steve knew that he was hooked on Mary. Their family, friends, hopes, dreams, shared memories and experiences, were wrapped up in each other. The more Steve thought about the whole situation, the more he realized that it did not matter what, or who, she has done, he needed Mary in his life.
Later that afternoon, Steve looked back to events last October that led Mary and he, to hit rock bottom.
Two years earlier, Jill recruited her to be a volunteer driver and caregiver to an aging and ill veteran, Phil McNerny. He finally passed away in September. Phil had been a customer in the bar where Jill worked. Jill had heard the tales of Phil's heroism, not from Phil, but from some of his former brothers in arms. They would come to find him at the bar and tell the stories of Phil's bravery and courage.
Mary, with many family members who served, was grieving Phil's loss along with his adult children, and friends. She was saddened and angered by the injustices suffered by a man who had given so much for his country, yet had found life so hard upon his return from war, even harder as his health deteriorated.
