Carol was stressed. Will knew it the minute he got home. She helped him prepare dinner like usual, but she was deferential and jumpy, and just had an odd look in her eye. They talked over dinner, Carol encouraging him to tell him all about her day. She drank more wine than usual. She'd even suggested the chianti he preferred, not her usual white zin.
After dinner they moved to the living room for a while. Then she suggested they go to bed.
"We can watch Archer in bed, how does that sound?"
"Sounds good to me."
She waited until he was settled, then changed in the closet. Will's attention was pulled away from the show when he saw what his wife was wearing. She came out of the closet in a very sheer teal babydoll nightie and a matching pair of heels. Maybe they were slippers. Will wondered if they made slippers with those sort of heels, then shook his head and moved his attention back upward.
"Just lay back and relax" she said quietly.
"Yes ma'am" Will said with a big grin. Was this going where he hoped it was going? She didn't keep him waiting long. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She took the helmet into her lips and ran her tongue around the edge of his helmet. That quickly got him hard, and she began moving her head up and down, taking more and more of him into her mouth. He reached to run his fingers through her hair.
"Mm-mm" she said, and swatted his hands away. But she didn't stop moving, her cheeks hollowing at the top of every motion.
"Guess she wants to do this all by herself" he thought. She seemed to prove him right, pumping him determinedly into and out of her mouth. He focused on the feel of her lips sliding up and down his shaft. She coughed a bit on his dick but didn't stop. Will couldn't help but moan. She had to swat his hands away again. She seemed to make it up to him by starting to hum around his dick. Then she reached down and stroked his balls. When she felt him tense, she pulled back and locked her lips around his ridge, right back where she had started.
The thick jets filled her mouth, coating her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She held herself in place, wondering when flow of bitter, salty fluid would end. When it did, she pulled away and headed into the bathroom. Andy stretched out, relaxing on the bed, listening to her spit and then hearing the buzz of the electric toothbrush. A minute or two later he heard her spit again.
Carol came back to bed in a set of flannel pajamas.
"Aw, I was hoping you'd stay in that nightie all night. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"I just thought it had been a while since you had a treat" she said.
"That was quite a treat!"
"Glad you enjoyed it" she said, then rolled over. Will watched her for a bit, then turned back to the TV.
"Ugh. Well, he really did deserve that. Or did I owe him that? Well, he got a blow job."
A while later she woke up to the reflection of an explosion flashing across the TV screen. She turned over and Will was snoring. She found the remote and turned off the TV. He didn't move, his breathing didn't pause, he was deeply asleep. Carol slipped out of bed, dropped her pajamas by the bed, and walked naked out to the living room. She stretched out on the couch and stroked her breasts. Her fingers ran up between her thighs. She spread her thighs, opening herself to her fingers, running one finger deep between her lips. She ran the tip from her opening, halfway to her clit, then back down again. Up a bit further, then down. Up a bit further, then down. When her finger found her clit it was starting to swell. Her nipples were stiffening too. She ran her finger back down and deep within herself. Then she brought it up to her hand, tasting herself and wetting her finger. Deep inside this time, then back to her stiff clit. She pinched her nipple, rubbed hard, and enjoyed a gentle orgasm. Now she could sleep.
"She's back. Hmm."
Everything seemed normal the next morning, and for the next few days. Then Will called early in the afternoon but couldn't reach her. Odd. Well, it happens. But when he got home, he found tense Carol again. She had made a salad with grilled chicken. There was nothing for him to do but eat it. She waited on him, keeping his ice water topped off.
"How would you like a cup of coffee?"
"At this time of night?"
"We do have decaf."
"You know, that sounds good."
Carol started a pot of water, ground some beans and cleared the table.
"You just sit and relax, I'll have it in a minute."
"Mind if I move to the living room?"
"Whatever you'd like."
Will moved to the couch, and Carol poured the water over the rough grinds, setting a timer for five minutes. She slipped a half ounce of coffee liqueur into the cup and pressed the pistol to filter out the grinds. She added a tiny bit of cream, and brought it to him.
"I wonder if he'll notice the little shot I added." He didn't seem to, taking a good sip and smiling.
"Mmmm, good stuff. You're really getting good at that."
"Want one in the morning?"
"Oh, wow, that would be great. I will not turn that down!"
When he finished his coffee she quickly took the cup and saucer back to the kitchen.
"I'm heading to bed Will!" she called from the kitchen.
"Okay baby."
Will kicked his shoes off and read a professional journal for a while. He didn't last as long as he expected to before his eyelids started to get heavy. He decided to go to bed. Carol was awake, typing on her phone. When he crawled into bed, she took off her pajama top and reached for him.
"Wow, I thought you'd be asleep!"
"Nah, I just wanted to get comfortable in bed. Now it's time for you to get comfortable."
Her hand was inside his boxers. She fondled him, and as he started to respond she pushed down his boxers. She stroked faster, bringing him to full size. Her tongue brushed his tip, then rand down to his sack. She pulled the boys into her mouth, gently sucking them as her fist stroked him, going faster and faster until he yelped a bit.
"Oh, sorry, how's this?"
"Ooh, much better."
She shifted and pushed her breasts toward his cock. She licked the front of his shaft, stroking and licking until she saw pearls of precum from in his eye. She stretched, painting a nipple with his precum.
"Do you like that? Can you feel my nipple?" she said as she ran her slick nipple down the front of his dick. Will moaned in response.
Carol moved her tits down so his balls were cradled in her cleavage. She licked her hand and pumped him harder.
"Suck it!"
"Ooh, really? Doesn't this feel good?'
