Unintentional Wish Ch 06 10

Chapter 6

Mark couldn't believe how quickly his first day of work flew by. It wasn't until Serena cleared her throat, causing Mark to turn in her direction to see that she was standing there, arms folded across her chest.

"Unless you plan on staying here overnight, I suggest you wrap up and we get this over with," Serena wasn't happy at all that she would have to go through the sterilization process with Mark on the way out.

"Why can't I just go through the process myself? It didn't seem that complicated," Mark wanted to get along with Serena, and if this would help create some peace, he'd gladly do things on his own so as not to bother her.

Serena sighed, "You can't, it'd complicated."

"I don't understand, just tell me what to do. As you can see, I'm a quick learner," pointing to the results of his first few trials already. He'd spent the majority of the day learning about the equipment and doing some basic control tests. Nothing special, but it was necessary. Especially considering most of this equipment, he'd never seen before. There was definitely no expense spared in this lab.

"It's not that," Serena's voice rose for a moment, then she took a breath to calm herself. "Look, it's not about you learning the process. You'll..." she paused for a second. "You'll need to discuss it with Dr. Avery."

"Ok, I just don't want to make you uncomfortable by my presence. I'm not exactly comfortable with going through that process with you either," Mark explained.

Serena scoffed, "I didn't hear you complaining when you came in this morning with Aurora. Do I not meet your standards?"

Mark was confused now. First, Serena was complaining that she had to go through this procedure with Mark, now she was upset that Mark didn't want to do it either. "What? No! It's just... I'm happily married, and I don't even know how I'm going to tell my wife about this whole... thing!"

"Well, that's easy, you can't tell her about any of this stuff! Including that!" Serena pointed at the wall where Mark had entered. "Everything including the details of the building are classified, so get used to keeping secrets. We could fuck like rabbits in here every day and you couldn't say a damn word about it," Serena's cheeks blushed slightly as she turned on her heels and made her way toward the exit.

Mark stood up and moved to follow Serena, fearing that she might actually leave him here overnight. He tried to diffuse the situation "Look, did I do something wrong? Ever since I got here this morning, you've been on edge."

Serena's shoulders dropped with a sigh, still facing the wall, "No... it's just..."

"Complicated?" Mark was sure that was what she was going to say. Why were things so complicated though?

"Never mind, let's just get this over with. This isn't about you or me, it is about the importance of what we're doing here. So we'll do what needs to be done. If you can't, you should just tell Aurora before it's too late," Serena said, wiping something from her cheek.

Mark knew that he could not quit. The work they were doing here resonated with him not only on a professional level, but a personal one as well. He'd seen what was being worked on and he was going to make sure they worked whatever crazy kinks out of the nanobots, no matter how long it took. "I am not quitting. I will see this through to the end, no matter what, I promise you that," Mark said resolutely.

Serena turned to face Mark, looking up into his eyes fiercely, "I'll hold you to that promise. If you ever betray Dr. Avery, there is no place in all the universes you could hide from my wraith."

Mark and Serena stepped into the chamber together, the wall behind them sliding closed.

"Oh, and don't get any funny ideas. If you look at me, I'll make sure you do not leave this room alive," Serena said.

Mark squeezed his eyes shut and turned around, removing the lab coat and using his hands to feel along the wall for the container to toss them in. He quickly stood in place like earlier and felt the same wave pass over his body, causing his skin to tingle. Again, there was an even more intense sensation around his scrotum and shaft. He tensed up, trying to think about anything else so he wouldn't get hard. He had no idea where Serena was, but he did not want to further complicate the situation.

When the process was done, Mark waited for Serena to give him a signal before opening his eyes. He heard her shuffling around, and before long she called out, "You can open your eyes now."

Mark quickly opened his eyes. Serena had already stepped into the other laboratory facing away from him to give him privacy. He quickly reached into the compartment containing his clothes and made swift work getting dressed. Turning around, Serena was dressed in simple jeans and a thick hoodie with the hood pulled up over her head.

"I'll see you tomorrow, don't be late," Serena said before walking out. Mark gave her a moment to leave before following the path back to the elevator and his car. Just like this morning, the place seemed abandoned.

The drive back home was uneventful. Mark used the time to decompress, blaring his favorite rock music that Stacy absolutely detested. The noise somehow helped him to make sense of the chaos sometimes. He was feeling much better by the time he pulled into the driveway, excited to see his wife after a long day of work.

"Honey, I'm home!" Mark called out as he opened the door. The smell of delicious food making his mouth water. He dropped his keys and wallet in the foyer and walked into the kitchen to see his wife standing next to the table, her eyes illuminated in the two candles that provided the only light in the house.

Stacy looked ravishing in a tight sexy red dress that ended just below her hips with a plunging neckline that showed off her remarkable tits, which threatened to burst out at any moment. Mark wondered if she'd done something to her hair as it looked different, more shiny today. Maybe she went to the spa or something. Whatever it was, Mark couldn't pull his eyes away from his wife.

"Welcome home, dear. Have a seat," Stacy pulled a seat out from the table. Mark's eyes remained locked on Stacy as he took a seat, a plate of delicious pasta already served in front of him with a glass of red wine. Just as Mark was about to adjust his seat, his wife stopped him, dropping into his lap, and wrapping one arm around his shoulders as she settled into place, wiggling her ass against his leg. Mark felt his cock swell as she leaned forward, pressing the length of her body against his chest and arm, her hot breath against his neck as she whispered in his ear, "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," Mark wrapped his arm around Stacy's waist for support, his hand resting just below her bust. Mark thought Stacy must be wearing one of those push-up bras to enhance her breasts, but Mark could clearly see the outline of her nipples poking through the fabric of her dress and he could feel that the dress was backless, no sign of a bra anywhere.

Stacy picked up the fork from the plate in front of Mark with her free hand and brought it to his lips. Mark took a bite of the delicious food, savoring the flavors as Stacy fed him. "So how was your first day?"

"It was interesting, just a small team working on some new state of the art research. What did you do?" Mark couldn't get into more details and Stacy probably wouldn't be interested in them regardless, so he left it at that.

"Nothing special, just a little shopping. Do you like my new outfit?" Stacy arched her back, thrusting her chest out, causing her breasts to swell. Mark swore they looked bigger than he remembered, but he wasn't complaining, "I wanted to make sure to show you just how much I appreciate all your hard work," her hips ground against Mark's thighs as she accentuated the word 'hard'.

"It looks amazing on you," Mark said swallowing another bite of food that Stacy fed to him.

"If you like this, you're really going to love what I have planned for dessert," Stacy bit her bottom lip seductively. Mark wondered if her lips seemed different, more plump than he remembered them being. Maybe it was just her makeup, he thought.

Mark was happy to see his wife in better spirits now. This morning, she seemed so distant, he thought maybe she hated him for taking this new job and moving them back to this city, but here she was, treating him like a king and he felt so blessed. "I can't wait!"

Mark attempted to feed Stacy as well, but she insisted that tonight was all about him. A celebration for his new job, their new life, and all the new adventures they would share together. Mark was glad to see his wife happy again.

When Stacy was done feeding Mark, she reached over to a glass of red wine, bringing it to her lips and taking a mouthful. Instead of swallowing, she leaned forward, pressing her lips to Mark's and filling his mouth with wine as their tongues intertwined in a passionate kiss. Some of the wine dripped from Stacy's open mouth onto his clothes, but Mark didn't care. In fact, he found the whole experience extremely arousing.

"Are you going to have anything to drink?" Mark wiped a small drop of wine from the edge of Stacy's lips with his thumb. Before he could wipe it on the napkin, Stacy grabbed his wrist, taking his thumb between her lips and sucking on it, her tongue swirling around it as she stared deep into Mark's eyes. The candlelight playing tricks on Mark, as he was sure her eyes looked brighter in color than usual.

With a pop, Stacy released Mark's thumb from her mouth, "I was hoping you would have something else for me to swallow later." Mark's cock pulsed from the implied meaning.

With dinner complete, Stacy slid from Mark's lap, taking his hand and pulling him toward the bedroom. Mark's gaze fell to Stacy's ass, her dress having crept up a few inches, exposing the curve of her ass teasingly. Stacy glanced over her shoulder with a smirk, catching him staring at her.

Stacy continued tugging on Mark's hand, leading him to the bedroom with only the glow of candles providing any illumination.

As they reached the bed, Stacy began unbuttoning Mark's shirt, exposing his chest. Her fingernails gliding across his skin as she discarded his top. Stacy dropped to her knees, deftly unzipping his pants, pulling his boxers and trousers down his legs, his throbbing cock springing to attention. Stacy wrapped her fingers delicately around his member, feeling it pulse within her grasp, already a bead of pre-cum forming on the tip. Mark could feel her heated breath against his dick as her tongue flicked out to lap up the tiny drop, her eyes closing with a moan as she savored the taste in her mouth.

Stacy stood up, pushing Mark onto the bed on his back. She reached over and tapped something on her phone, a dance tune began to blare through the speakers mounted in the corners of the room. Mark's eyes were glued to her body as she began swaying her hips, twisting and turning her body seductively to the music's beat. She turned to face away from him, arching her back perfectly to emphasize her peach-shaped ass. The hem of Stacy's dress would slid up just enough to tease Mark before she would snap to attention with the roll of her back, leaving him wanting more. She began to peal the dress from her shoulders, starting with the left, then moving to the right, slowly letting it roll down her arms. As she turned her body to face him, she brought her hands up to cover her breasts.

The dress slid down Stacy's body until it dangled from her hips as she swayed to the beat. She inched closer to the edge of the bed between Mark's legs, leaning over him, finally releasing her hands from her tits as they dangled inches from Mark's face. He wanted to bury himself in her mounds, but just as he lunged forward to take one of her swollen nipples between his lips, she pulled away once more.

Stacy's hips rocked back and forth as her hands slid down her waist, pushing the last remnants of her dress over her hips. Before exposing her sex, she turned once more, bending at her hips in an exaggerated motion as she pulled the dress down her long legs. Mark marvelled at her luscious ass as her legs slowly parted, finally revealing her pussy to him. Mark hummed with excitement as the music and Stacy's strip tease came to an end.

"Are you ready?" Stacy said with a lust-filled tone to her voice. Mark could only nod his head.

Stacy grabbed a blindfold from the top of the dresser and straddled Mark's legs, her sex brushing along the underside of Mark's shaft as she tied the material tightly around his eyes, "No peeking." Stacy said, her weight lifting off of him and the bed. Mark wondered what she was doing, but he was enjoying this too much, so just went along with it.

After a few moments, Mark felt Stacy's body straddling his legs once more, inching her way up his body until he could feel the warmth and wetness of her smooth sex brushing against the underside of his cock. Mark couldn't remember the last time she had fully shaved, usually favoring a small landing strip, but he loved the way her hairless pussy glided smoothly along his shaft, coating it in her juices. Stacy's hands pressed against his chest to support herself as she rocked back and forth against him.

Every time Mark's shaft rubbed against Stacy's clit, she whimpered with pleasure, her long nails digging into his flesh. Each time she rocked back and forth, her hips rose a little bit more until the head of Mark's cock rested against her entrance. She held herself there as if hesitating for a moment. Mark felt her take a deep breath before pressing into him. She was tighter than he'd expected, but perhaps it was the intoxicating buildup.

What really shocked Mark was when what seemed like a thin spongy barrier pressed against his cock. Stacy let out a high pitched cry as she impaled herself fully on his shaft, breaking through whatever barrier was in place. Mark went to pull the blindfold from his eyes so he could make sure she was ok, but his arms were pinned to the bed, preventing him from doing so. Mark could feel her pussy fluttering along the length of his dick as if she had just climaxed.

Stacy slowly began to resume moving her hips, building up speed. Mark's concerns melted away into pleasure with each lusty thrust of her hips building up to a rapid pace. Moans and gasps filled the room, the combined sound of their passionate fucking. Mark held on, wanting to bring Stacy to orgasm before his own release. He gripped the sheets of the bed beneath him, desperate to hold on just a little while longer.

Suddenly, Stacy paused, inhaling deeply and holding her breath for a moment as her whole body began trembling. Mark felt her tense up, squeezing him inside of her before her orgasm ripped through her, high pitched screams the likes of which Mark had never heard before coming from her as she writhed upon his cock frantically, her juices squirting from her, drenching his hips and the bed. The sensations were too much for Mark as he felt his balls swelling before exploding deep inside of Stacy, his hips pressing into her in order to fill her womb with his seed.

Mark's body surged with energy as he emptied himself inside of Stacy. Something took hold of Mark's consciousness, whispering into his mind in what sounded like a foreign language as images flashed before him in rapid succession. As the last spurt of semen filled Stacy, Mark collapsed upon the bed, unable to move a muscle as he felt Stacy withdraw from him.

Mark figured Stacy left to clean herself up as she usually did, but before he could even get the chance to recover, he felt Stacy slide back into bed, this time curling up next to him, her leg wrapping around his, her breasts pressing against his arm.

Stacy lifted the blindfold from Mark's eyes, "Did you enjoy that?"

"That was amazing, love. I wish we did this kind of stuff more often," as the words left Mark's lips he had this strange sensation like his head was buzzing for a second before it dissipated. Stacy gasped, her head turning from side to side as if in search of something. "What's wrong?"

Stacy looked as if she was thinking deeply for a moment, "Nothing, just thought I heard something outside," she smiled again before continuing. "You know, maybe we could... spice things up like this more often." Her hand slid down Mark's torso before reaching his flaccid member, her fingers wrapping it delicately.

"I mean, that was amazing! I swear, it felt like you were going to squeeze my dick off you came so hard!" Mark said, remembering how tight she felt.

Stacy squeezed Mark's cock. Mark thought he detected a flash of anger before it softened again, her hand loosening it's grasp and beginning to stroke him again, "Well, you know, today got me thinking."

"Oh? What about?" Mark asked, reaching up and stroking her hair. It felt so soft to his touch.

"I know when we decided to move here, I was scared I would feel alone. I even started looking for a job myself, but an idea struck me today," Stacy started, stroking Mark's dick still slick with their combined juices. Usually, Mark would be pretty sensitive for a few minutes after cumming that hard, but he already felt himself beginning to swell again, "Maybe I don't have to do any of that. Maybe I could help out in a different way."

Mark nodded, looking her in the eyes to give her reassurance and support about whatever Stacy wanted to say.

"How would you feel if I focused on taking care of things around here? I could make you delicious meals, make sure the house is clean, take care of all the little tasks around the place, run all the errands, and do everything so that when you come home after a long day's work, you can just relax and don't have to worry about a single thing," she paused, waiting for Mark's response.

"I mean, we have the money thanks to my new job," Mark was getting paid a huge salary, more than enough for them to live a comfortable life on one income. "Are you sure you'd be happy doing that?" Mark didn't want her to feel resentful that he was stifling her job opportunities or depressed being in the house all day along.

"I really thought about it today a lot! Cooking dinner and preparing everything else, it really brought me so much joy! I mean, you said it yourself that you wanted to do this stuff more often," Stacy slid down Mark's body until her face was inline with his stiffening cock, licking her lips before kissing the mushroom head of his cock. "Just imagine me waiting at the front door on my knees wearing something sexy just for you like that green and black lace lingerie that you like, red lipstick on, ready to give you a blowjob as soon as you step in the house." Stacy's lips parted as Mark's cock slid between them, sliding along her tongue toward the back of her throat.

Mark's cock felt like it was longer and thicker than he'd ever remembered it. Usually, Mark's balls would be resting against Stacy's chin by the time he was pressing into her throat, but there was still inches left as her windpipe stretched to accomodate his girth. He could feel Stacy about to gag, a look of determination on her face. Mark wished that Stacy wasn't so uncomfortable and that it actually gave her pleasure to do this.

Mark's head buzzed again as Stacy moaned deeply, his cock suddenly sliding the last few inches easily down her throat. He could see the thick outline in her throat, never before feeling anything like it. He was worried that Stacy would choke, but when he tried to pull back, she impaled her face on his shaft once more, her entire larynx vibrating around his cock, milking him with her throat muscles.

Just as Stacy looked like she would pass out, she extracted herself from Mark's cock with a gasp of air, strings of saliva dripping from her mouth. Her whole body seemed to hum with energy as she filled her lungs with air, her eyes were glazed over with a feral hunger.