Chapter 6: Monday, May 6, 2024

At precisely 7:00 AM Monday morning the alarm on Eve’s phone rang, signaling the start of another run-of-the-mill week for her, and a potentially rough start to the week for Will. She rolled over and hit the button to silence the increasingly loud chimes coming from her side of the bed. She then promptly fell asleep for another forty minutes. When she woke she jumped out of bed and hit Will on the shoulder.

“Fuck, we’re running late. I’m getting in the shower. You have ten more minutes then you need to get started,” Eve said as she headed into the bathroom.

Will rolled over and folded his pillow over his head. He tried to close his eyes but knew it was a futile effort. He grunted and threw the pillow up to the headboard and rolled out of bed. A few quick tugs and the sheets and comforter were mostly in place.

Will pulled off his t-shirt and underwear and dropped them in the hamper. He then stood over the toilet to relieve himself as the water in the shower shut off.

Eve was at the sink brushing her hair. She shook her head vigorously to free her hair. Will watched as the motion caused her breasts to gently sway from side to side. She saw him in the mirror, including his growing member. She licked her lips seductively while watching Will come to full hardness.

She turned and faced her husband. “Come here,” she said with a growl. “We’re late so this will have to be quick.”

Will took a few steps toward Eve. She took his dick in her hand as she leaned in and gave him a sloppy kiss. She pumped him hard and fast as her tongue darted in and out of his mouth. His groan was her only clue to step aside as she continued to work his tool. He spewed his load mostly onto the counter top and sink, though some streaked down the front of the cabinet.

“I’ve got it,” she said as she reached for a Kleenex. “Get in the shower.”

Will spun and turned the water on as he stepped into the steamy stall.

“You want a bagel for breakfast?” asked Eve as she left the bathroom.

“Yes,” he called after her retreating figure.

Will finished his shower and dressed quickly. He pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and found his wife in the kitchen.

“You are so lucky,” she said. “Working from home and being able to wear whatever you want.”

“But you get to wear those sexy scrubs and tease all those adolescent boys that come into the office. You know they are daydreaming about seeing you naked?”

She shook her head. They had this conversation regularly. Will thought being a nurse for a dermatologist was on the short-list of the best nursing jobs. There was nothing life threatening or gory in the vast majority of the appointments. And then he like to tease her about the young men that came in, usually for acne, and their post-pubescent fantasies of seeing a nurse’s boobs poking out from behind her scrubs and a stethoscope.

“You’re too much, and for that, I’m leaving this for you to clean up.”

Eve jumped up from the table and took her purse from the end table in the living room. She blew Will a kiss. “See you tonight. Call me when you get any news.”

Will called out a reply, “Love you, have a good day.”

Suddenly Eve reappeared around the corner. She pulled her shirt up and flashed her tits at her husband. “Love you, too.” She pulled her shirt down and laughed as she turned back around and headed to the garage. She could hear his laughter as she exited the house.

Eve’s laughter as she left the house was the last fun thing Will heard for most of the day. The layoffs were done very efficiently and without fanfare, but when over 200 people had to be contacted it took most of the day.

When it was over, Will lost two teammates. One was technically an early retirement. The other was a person who had struggled to deliver quality work on time since getting hired. His termination was not a surprise.

Marci started a chat late in the day and reported a story similar to Will – minus two, both on merit. Eric’s team was not so lucky. His team was cut by over fifty-percent when twelve of his employees were laid off.

At the end of the chat, Marci did not ask about their streaks. She just signed off with the hope that the rest of the week would bring better news.