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The surgery was busy that day. Midnight came, and my husband, Tyler, had been operating for over seven hours. I was on call and had an hour before my next surgery. With no time to drive home, I called and spoke with my kids for a few minutes. My eleven-year-old son was at a sleepover with his friends and my ten-year-old daughter. (He is the overprotective kind, so I trust hin with her.) Then I had a bite in the cafeteria and settled down for a little nap in the on-call room assigned to my husband and me.

My pager woke me, and I ran to the surgery; my patient had coded. The situation called for both neuro and cardio surgeons, so my husband worked just to my left as we did our best to help the guy on the table.

After three hours, Tyler and I were successful and returned to the on-call room. Tyler’s shift was over, but I would be on call for the rest of the evening. I kicked off my blood-spattered shoes and got out of my scrubs too. I intended to change, but I needed some air before I put on my sweater. So, I stood there in my panties and bra. That’s when, to my surprise, my husband hugged me from behind.

“Why are you teasing me, Hope?” he asked, his erection digging at the crack of my ass.

“I wasn’t doing it intentionally. But now, I would love to,” I said, turning and pressing a searching kiss on and between his lips. Things heat up and a moan escaped my mouth. That’s when my phone rang.

“Yes, Dr. Steele?” I asked. They needed me for another surgery.

”How much time do I have?” Tyler asked.

”Thirteen minutes.” I kissed him with all I had.

Tyler bodyslammed me against the door and dragged his shirt over his head.

I slid down and pushed his pants down as I went. Taking took his cock between my lips, I sucked on him, my tongue swirling and tasting him all around. He was huge; I was wet. Both of us were already in the endgame.

Even in his mid-forties, Tyler’s strength impresses, and with this fitness freak for a husband, I have gotten in good shape over the last fifteen years, too.  I’m shorter than Tyler by a foot; he lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around him. He didn’t have time to remove my underthings, so he pushed my panties to the side and entered me roughly. I grunted.

“So wet and easy to enter,” Tyler muttered appreciatively.

I threw my head back and enjoyed the sensations as Tyler thrust deeply in a crescendo of force. My noises started getting louder than I intended.

“Quieter, darling. We don’t want the whole hospital to know that my lovely wife is orgasming.  You are awesome,” he said.

“I can’t control it if my husband is going to be this good on and off the bed. I couldn’t care less about the hospital,” I replied, thrusting back.

“Okay, different approach then,” he said. He pulled me much higher and closer, able to go deeper this way. Our lips crashed together, muffling my cries enough. He went at me like an animal.

“I am going to finish,” I screamed in his mouth. He wasn’t done yet, but the last time we’d done this, he left me naked on the bed.

”Revenge time, honey,” I said.

”You are not going to leave me hanging. Are you?” he asked.

“On the bed,” I said. Tyler went to the bottom bunk, and I tied him there with my sweater and finished him off with a blowjob. With his shaft in my mouth, I bobbed up and down, my hair covering and teasing him more. When he came in my mouth, I swallowed, then I left him naked on the bed.

The phone rang again.

“Dr. Steele, I’m on my way to OR-1,” I replied to her, and then put on my scrubs, tied my hair, and washed my face. I kissed him once and headed to the operating room.

When I returned two hours later, my husband still lay immobile on the bed. I woke him up by rubbing myself against him.

”That was unfair,” he said.

”That was plenty fair,” I said. If you drive us home now, we will be able to finish and still have time to sleep before the kids get back.”

”I am going to take revenge at home then,” he said with an infectious smile. I kissed him, took my sweater back, changed, and we went left arm in arm.