Being a guy has advantages and disadvantages.  One of the disadvantages is the nightly trips to the bathroom.  It’s like how can I have that much liquid in me when I haven’t had anything to drink for hours? 

I looked at the clock, it was seven minutes after five, and I had two hours left to sleep.  But I am wide awake.  Tammy is sleeping so soundly; she has a little smile on her face.  I would have hated to wake her up.

So I carefully got back into bed, slid under the covers, and ever so gently spread her legs apart.  I started to lie between her legs, but she began to stir.  I remained motionless until she got comfortable again.

I was able to lie on the bed and slide my arms under her soft, warm thighs.  I slipped my tongue between her closed pussy lips; she moved a little.  I wrapped my hands around her tits and slipped my tongue into her pussy.  Tammy moved a little more and made a sound of enjoyment, and there was a little smile on her face.

I began to lick her pussy with the expressed intention of having her cum.  Tammy was moving more and more; her moaning was going from quiet to a little louder.  I rolled her hard nipples between my fingers.  Instinctively, she put her hands over mine; she was beginning to wake up.

“Umm ah yes uuum – oh,” she was still partially asleep.  “Ah – ah – ummm – what, what Hank what are you doing – oh it feels so good,”  Tammy exclaimed as she was waking up.

I continued to massage her tits slowly and lick between her pussy lips.  Tammy put her hands on my head and moaned.  She moved her hips up and down pressing her pussy against my tongue and lips.

“Hank -  you crazy – ah – um – maniac, shit that feels so good,” Tammy’s body stiffened, and her pussy covered my face with squirt after squirt of cum.

“Jesus, Hank – ah – ah – ah -ung – mmm – ung – so good,”  Tammy’s orgasm was racing through her body, and her pussy squirted more cum, soaking my face.

Tammy pushed me away and covered her pussy with her hands.  She lay on her side, groaning and panting and giggling with joy.  She looked at me lying by her waist and waved her finger at me as if to say ‘no, no’.

“Good morning, Lover.  Did you sleep well?”  I asked her.

“Mmmm, you crazy, crazy man,” she panted.  “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?  Ooooh, that tongue of yours makes me insane.  How would you like it if I-- don’t even answer that,”  Tammy mewed.

“Would you like some coffee, or do you want to sleep a little more?”  I chuckled.

“How in the Hell do you expect me to go back to sleep after the tongue-lashing you gave my coochie?  You're sex maniac and I frickin love it,” she said as she grabbed my arm and pulled me next to her. 

“I love you, Tammy, and you are the sexiest woman in the world.  How can you expect me to keep my hands off of you?  You’re beautiful, with warm eyes and soft, moist lips.  You have a killer figure and such a damn cute ass.  You always keep me desiring you.  For me, you are perfect,”  I said as I held her face in my hand and softly kissed her.

“Tammy, let me fluff your pillow and get you comfortable.  I’ll bring in our coffee.  We have a little extra time to enjoy our coffee this morning,”  I told her as I gave her a sly look and a wink.

“If that gives us more time for 'coffee', you can wake me up any morning or any time of the day,”  she expressed. I can’t explain the love in her voice.

Time went by quickly as it always does for us.  We got out of bed and pulled the covers over to make it. Tammy went to the kitchen, and I went to the bathroom for a quick shower and shave.  When I came out, I knew I should leave my belt loosened by one notch at least.

Tammy was at the stove doing her magic. The problem was, she was wearing only a T-shirt and a smile.  Ever since the first time we found a hiding place and made love, she continued to make me crazy.  She turned to put my plate on the table and stopped.

“You honestly never get enough.  I give you all the love I can, and you still want more.  And I know one thing, Hank, it isn’t just the sex.  I can tell by the look in your eyes and the smile on your face that it’s me.  Always the gentleman, always the lover.  Some women would kill for half of what I have,”  she said as she put my plate down and kissed me ever so gently.

“Now, sit down and eat before it gets cold, and you make me hot again.  Now, sit,”  she demanded playfully.

I finished breakfast and finished what needed to be done in the bathroom.  When I walked to the garage door, Tammy was standing there, my lunchbox in hand, and my thermos.  She followed me into the garage and pushed the button to open the door.  One last kiss for the morning, and I got into the car and left for the job site.

At the job site, I started to take my tools and wire caddy to unit five, I had finished one through four already.  Vern stopped me and walked over.

“Good morning, Vern, what’s cooking?”  I asked as we shook hands as usual.

“Hank, I know you have a plan of attack, but I have to ask you to skip units five and six and start on number seven.  That’s the unit that had a small fire.  The fire crew has basically ripped every inch of wallboard from the place.  I thought you may want to work it since every wall is exposed.”  Vern is a good boss.  He keeps a finger on every aspect of the job.

“Oh, Hell yes.  The wiring in the units is basic and relatively easy to fish new wiring through.  Having a clean slate, as it were, makes my job easy, very easy.  Thanks for the heads up.  Hey, while I have you for a minute, which way would you rather I bill the job?  Unit seven may need a new panel like unit one, or some other off-the-wall necessity?”  He looked down for a moment.

“Hank, since Tammy brings you things on the job.  Would it be a problem to give me a guesstimation for a unit up front?  You will be reimbursed without question, it just makes it easier for me to tell the head dog and billing.”  Vern sipped on his coffee.

“That’s no biggie.  Do you want a printout, email, or fax?  Just let me know where you want it sent.  You will get a copy of the original bill along with an itemized list of the purchases as well,” I told him, realizing I needed the information for Tammy.

“When will I be able to get it?” Vern asked.

“Immediately before delivery or at delivery.  Your call.”  I offered and waited while Vern processed my offer.

“Jesus Christ, an assistant that is efficient, knows the material, the cost, and, doesn’t hit me, very attractive,”  Vern joked as he put his hand up like he was blocking a punch. 

“Yeah, it’s tough to get good help.  Especially good help with benefits,” we both laughed.

Vern went on his way, and I peeked into unit seven.  With the plasterboard gone, it was going to be a piece of cake.  I checked the breakers; most were good, but several were spongy.  I brought in my wire cart and portable workbench.  I put on my work belt and started ripping wire.

I was checking the two sockets on the wall when my phone buzzed.  It was Tammy.  The rotten little vixen sent me a nude selfie when she was fresh out of the shower.  I sent her a text telling her she was going to get the tongue-lashing of her life.  I get a text back with “Promise” with a font of forty-eight.  Back to work, crap.

Five o’clock rolled around, and I looked like I had been playing in a coal yard.  I took off my work overalls and put them in a box in the back of the van.  If I walked in the house like that, Tammy would throw me outside and hose me down with the garden hose.  I couldn’t blame her.

I walked into the kitchen, but Tammy wasn’t there.  I looked in the living room, and no Tammy.  I walked into the bedroom, Tammy was sitting on her little vanity chair.  She seemed lost in thought.

“Hi, Baby,”  I said softly.

“Hi, Lover.  I was just thinking, what the Hell.  Are you trying out for an old-time minstrel show?  What’s with the blackface?”  Tammy was giggling.

“You should see my overalls.  Thankfully, you have bought four or five of them.  This pair will have to go to the laundromat with the others, then run a cycle after it to clean it out,” I said, my voice sounding disgusted. 

She got out of her chair and approached me.  “Kiss me.  I don’t give a damn that you’re dirty, my man was out working for us.  Making a living for me, and I adore him.  Now kiss me, Hank,”  Tammy cooed as she pressed her lips to mine.

“Hey Honey, remember Saturday is our monthly party.  It’s very nice of Carl to let us use the room.  I believe that anyone else, Carl, would charge to use it.  And Louisa sure keeps up with us.  Her sister helps on the Saturdays we have our party,”  Tammy noted as she was taking my clothes and putting them in a separate basket.

“Hum, thanks for the reminder.  I look forward to our parties.  It’s a nice night out with friends, and the food is always good.  The best part of the night is how hot you look. Mmm – mmm!  Momma!”  I exclaimed, taking off my briefs. Tammy cupped my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze.

“And my man gives me all kinds of thank yous when we get home,”  she purred. “Now, get your shower and shave.  I have to check on dinner,”  she stated as she turned and sashayed toward the kitchen.

Tammy was in a good mood, but there was something on her mind.  When she gets like that, I don’t push her, I don’t think it’s right.  We have complete trust in each other and know each other well enough to wait until it’s time.  That was a time to wait.  I got in the shower and hoped she would open up soon.          

I had finished the shower and cleaned the excess shaving cream from my face.  Tammy walked in and stood behind me looking at my ass.  She was grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh, yes.  Nice ass.  Now get this hot ass in the kitchen.  Dinner is ready,” she said as she swatted my ass, walking out of the bathroom.

Dinner was two brats, mashed potatoes, and green beans.  We had our usual conversation during dinner, but I could tell Tammy was still hiding something.  We finished dinner and she cleaned the kitchen.  As usual, she brought two beers into the living room and sat down beside me.

“Hank, I want to talk to you.  I know you haven’t said anything, but you know something is bothering me.  I know how much you love me, and you would go through heaven and hell for my happiness, as I would for you,”  she admitted as she put her hands on my leg.

“Tamara, I would give my life for you and your happiness.  What can I do, or what do you want me to do?”  I asked, putting my finger under her chin and kissing her softly.

“I don’t think Mark and Pam will be there on Saturday.  Renee is too small yet.  But Stacey and Cynthia and their bab-,” Tammy sputtered as she started to cry.

I pulled Tammy into my arms.  I was wondering when that would come up.  She was sobbing and crying; it was as though she was trying to rid her heart of all the hurt and pain she had ever had.  I held her tightly and let her get as much of it out of her system as she could.

After quite some time, Tammy sat up and looked at me.  My poor broken baby.  Her beautiful eyes which are usually shining were now swollen and red.  Her cute pink cheeks were streaked with tears of pain, and her pert soft lips were quivering and set in a deep, deep frown.

She buried her face in my chest and took a deep breath.  She exhaled and just stayed there holding on to me.  My arms were wrapped around my girl, trying to absorb all of the hurt.  Eventually, she fell asleep in my arms.  We spent most of the night on the couch.

Departed Soul