Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The middle of the night can be a strange time when you think about it. I had been sitting at my computer for hours, trying one more time to get the last bit of code needed for a project finished, completely unaware of the time. The cup of coffee that I had made earlier sat cold and forgotten beside the keyboard, the monitor's glare, the only light in the dark room, casting harsh shadows over all. I rubbed my eyes for the nth time and tried once again to solve the problem that was hidden in some ten thousand lines of code on the screen. The music in the backgroud, turned low as to not disturb anyone sleeping in the house, was having a lulling effect on me and felt legarthy creeping in on my awareness as I read through the code. The song had finished, and in the silence between songs, a sound behind me made me start and turn. It was my wife, standing there blearily rubbing her eyes looking very uncomfortable in the cold air coming from the air conditioning. "Hey, baby," she said sleepily, "aren't you coming to bed soon?" "I hope so, baby. I'm trying to finish out the last of this before I head that way, though." She looked at me with concern in her eyes, knowing that the many late nights at home working were taking a toll on me. Seven million dollars resided on finishing this project and my company had been at odds about an interpretation of a clause in the contract anyways. At this point any other problems would probably end our relationship with them and too much time and money had been sunk into this project to let that happen. As lead developer on the project, I took it personally if something was incomplete or error-ridden and I spent my nights working feverishly to keep the company solvent and, subsequently, my employment intact. "Baby, you should get some sleep. This will be whole lot easier with a fresh outlook in the morning." She stepped in my chair that had turned when I heard her behind me and leaned over to kiss me softly on the forehead. I reached up and put a kiss on her lips when she had finished. "I can't, baby. Besides, I'm close to finishing this anyways. This is the last bit of code to be gone through and then we can start the final testing. No more late nights!" I said, trying to put as positive a spin on it as possible. In reality, the really late nights were going to occur during the testing and deployment stages of this project. A fact my wife was well aware of. She kissed me again. "Okay, baby. Can I warm up your coffee for you before I go back to bed?" Wanting her to feel needed and, in all honesty, needing another jolt of caffeine, I smiled and handed her the nearly full cup of cold coffee. "I'll be right back, baby." I started back to work and found myself a little refreshed just by the contact with another person. I engrossed myself in the code, finding several bugs that I'd overlooked just moments ago in my sleepy state and time slipped by me again. When my wife reached across me to set the coffee down by the keyboard, it statled me and I realized that she'd been gone alot longer than it took just to refill my cup of cofee. "The pot was cold and it looked nasty, so I made another," she said in response to the unvoiced question. "I made you a quick snack, too. Got to keep my man fed, don't I?" She sat a plate with a sandwich and chips in front of me, gently pushing the keyboard away from my hands as she did so. "Eat that then go back to work. You're going to wind up sick from lack of sleep and food if you don't." I hadn't realized that I was even hungry before she sat the plate in front of me, and I tore into the sandwich with gusto. As I did so, she left again, returning with an ice cold glass of water to go with the food, knowing before I had the chance to, that I'd ask for one. She sat in the chair next to my desk as I ate the sandwich and chips and finished off the glass of water, waiting quietly as to not disturb my enthusiasm for the food until I was finished. I sat back in my chair, belching a bit as I did so from the quick meal. We both laughed at this and I found that I really did feel much better and told her so, thanking her for the welcome interruption. She cleaned up all the dishes on my desk, leaving only the still steaming cup of coffee beside my keyboard returning with a Little Debbie Oatmeal Cream Pie, probably the only sweet that I ever ate, as desert. I finished the small pastry quickly, going through my usual routine of self-delusion as to the contents of such a treat. I felt completely refreshed and ready to tackle my project again. "All, better, baby?" she asked me, smiling. She was quite a woman, able to ignore the long nights spent alone in bed as I worked into the wee hours and still able to smile after fixing me the food and coffee after leaving our comfortable bed. "Perfect, beautiful." I said, using my pet name for her. "After a quick pee-break I should be ready to go. I've only got maybe one or two hours left on this and then I'll be done with it for a while." She sat in the floor in front of my office chair and smiled up at me, not ready to leave just yet. With a gleam in her eye she said, "Good, baby. I want you to hurry. It gets lonely in that bed without you. So, you do what you need to and I'll make sure that you don't have to move for anything." She reached up started tugging on the fleece shorts that I usually wore around the house, as she said this, draggin my underwear off with them. She managed to get them off of me and then tossed them aside. "Um, baby," I said jokingly, "I'm never going to get finished at this rate." Her hand had reached up and was lazily fondling my cock. "No, I meant, baby. I want you to finish," she said pausing only to give the object of her attention a quick kiss on the crown. "I don't want you to have to move for anything." And with that she dipped her head to swallow my cock whole. I sat there for a moment while she moved her mouth up and down me before wriggling uncomfortably in my chair. "What's wrong, baby?" she asked, pausing in her endeavours for a moment. "Aren't you comfortable?" "I am very comfortable," I said, still wriggling in my chair, "but I really do need to go to the bathroom right quick." The urge was starting to grow as she stroked me. "I know, baby, that's why I'm here," she said, grinning as she did so. It took a moment for her meaning to make itsself aware to my conciousness. Then I smiled at her, catching her enthusiasm. "Are you sure, baby?" I asked. She just nodded at me before placing me back in her mouth. She held me there with one hand and with the other, she pressed gently, but firmly on the general area of my bladder. I sat back in my chair, concentrating on what I was doing. It was going to be tough to do this. Her manipulations had started my cock growing before and pissing with an erection, semi or not, was a difficult proposition at best and her warm mouth wrapped around me wasn't going to help matters. I concentrated and bore down the muscles in my abdomen trying to force the pee out of me. This lasted for some moments and I was just about to give up when the familiar urge came over me and I eased up so I wouldn't choke her with a flood. The urge got stronger and stronger until, with a small squeak of surprise from my wife, I felt releif come and felt the flow start. Timidly at first, I started to piss into the warm confines of my wifes sucking mouth. She moaned softly and I felt her muscles contract as she swallowed my first small offering. The stream stopped when she did this, the mucles of my urethra tightening in response to the stimulation. It took a moment before I could start again and my wife turned her eyes to mine during the breif pause. I could see the light of mischeif mixed with the taint of lust in them. I forced myself to relax again and as I did, my piss flowed from me. Her eyes turned downward in concentration as the force of my stream strengthened. I felt it surround my cock in her mouth, filling it and threatening to overflow before she gently squeezed at the base to slow it so she could swallow again. We went on like this for some time, her mouth filling my urine before she swallowed it down, only to receive antother mouthful. The normal capacity of the human bladder was around thirteen and a half ounces. Given my height (six foot six inches) and my weight (255 lbs.), along with the "streched" state of my bladder from all of the coffee and water that I'd drunk in the last several hours, it was probably safe to say that I had a good 16 to 17 ounces of liquid stored there, the same volume as a fill can of soft-drink or beer, when I had started pissing into my wifes mouth. She drank all of this, moaning softly between swallows, as she did so. With the constant starting and stopping, the entire process took around three minutes before the flow slowed to a dribble. When it did so, she waited patiently for it to stop, occasionally sinking down to swallow my cock and, in doing so, allowing my piss to dribble down the back of her throat. When the stream stopped completely, she sucked on me, eliciting another moan from the both of us. Me for the sensation that this caused and her from the last offering of my salty pee for her to swallow. She spent several moments sliding my now hardening cock in and out of her mouth, licking me to clean the residue of pee from my skin before rasing her mouth off of me. She looked me and grinned, licking her lips to get the very last of me into her mouth. "Is that all better, baby?" she asked, stroking me slowly to erection and smiling at me impishly. "Oh, baby, you are so hot," I said, sliding out of my chair in front of her and kissing her soundly on the mouth. I could taste the salty, heady flavor of my piss on her. My cock was painfully erect now and I needed release very badly by this point. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, baby," I said between kisses. "that you're going to scream." My hands started pulling at the hem of her nightshirt... this point. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, baby," I said between kisses. "that you're going to scream." My hands started pulling at the hem of her nightshirt...