True Fantasy

I'm a middle-aged husband and father that has ended up in an unexpected phase of my life. My new occupation, one that I had never dreamed of, is caregiver for my disabled wife. She was injured in an auto crash, hit from behind at a stoplight. Fortunately, she was alone in the car, but she was taken to the hospital suffering from a major whiplash and back injuries. After going through all kinds of X-Rays, CAT Scans and MRIs, the doctors told us that she had what they called, "irreparable spinal damage." The specialists said that there was a possible operation that might help, but the odds of full restoration of bodily capabilities were extremely low. Further, there was always the chance that it could possibly further injure her. At this point, she had no feelings in her extremities: fingers, hands, legs and feet. My wife and I talked a number of times about what we should do. She kept saying that if she never regained the use of her arms and legs, she didn't want to live. I was scared of what the operation might do, perhaps even killing her or, at least, making her a "vegetable."

I talked to our children, relatives and friends about our problem. They were all very sympathetic to our situation, but also were about half-and-half for and against the operation. It was one of those "damned if you do and damned if you don't" decisions, but I finally had to agree with her. She was obviously doomed to a sad life either way. To me, it just made sense to go through the operation; it just might help her or it might kill her. Either way would be a blessing for her even though I was really torn up at the thought of losing her after a good life of marriage and raising our children, the youngest one just ready to graduate from college.

The operation went well and the four specialists who had all been involved were happy that she came through it and seemed to be healing well. She went into rehab where she was given a long program to try to regain her strength and capability. She did regain the use of her arms and hands, but, even though she had some feeling in her legs and feet, she couldn't stand by herself. When she came home in a wheel chair she was placed in a hospital bed that I had obtained and this became her permanent habitat. Thus, I became her fulltime caregiver.

I was able to get an early retirement from my job with a good enough pension that we didn't have to worry about money. My primary problem, however, was that I had never learned how to cook. My wife was a very good cook and I never considered that I would some day have to try to feed her. I was able to do with frozen meals and take-outs until I found an organization that I subscribed to that delivered hot meals five days a week. This was a great relief for me and things have gone well for the two of us for the last couple of years. My only other problem was my need for sexual outlet. We had always had a healthy and vigorous sex life, enjoying together the various forms of making love: orally, manually as well as loving to find new ways to fuck.

After she came home and had settled into her new lifestyle, we tried to have relations by my climbing onto her small bed, spreading her unusable legs and performing in the old fashioned missionary position. Although it would relieve my need for a short while, it just didn't satisfy all my pent up urges. I soon found that there were so many porn sites on the internet where I could see pictures and movies as well as read stories of so many odd ways to have sex, it became an obsession for me to spend hours in front of the monitor. Naturally, I would beat my meat each time I called up a new site and it became a game to see how long I could go before I shot my load. Then I made a game of seeing how soon I could regain my hard-on to begin jerking off again. This became my primary method of satisfying my sexual desires; not what I would really like, but it allowed me to temporarily rid myself of the urges we men have.

As I mentioned, the meal program I subscribed to delivered meals daily. They had a good number of workers to deliver the meals, some young kids, some my age and some even older. It didn't take long for me to recognize most of them and start making little conversations with them. A few of the young girls were cute and I enjoyed doing the "dirty old man" flirting with them. They would laugh and joke and then be on their way. One of the girls, actually a woman because she was married and had a family, became an object of some of my nighttime fantasies. Julie, as I learned her name, had a beautiful body, although she normally wore a full skirt and shirt or blouse. Whenever Julie delivered our meals, I would try to keep her from leaving too soon by talking with her. Really, my conversations were about little or nothing because what I was doing was eyeing her body, mentally undressing her and imagining what her breasts, hips and legs looked like under her clothes. Usually, by the time she would take her leave, I had a hard-on, which probably showed in my shorts or pants. I'm sure she had to notice my staring at her body even though I was talking with her. She never did anything to make me feel she noticed or that she resented my obvious fascination with her body.

Today Julie was the one to deliver our meals. She looked as beautiful as ever and after she handed the meals to me she asked if she could use our bathroom. "Of course!" I told her and pointed to the door down the hall. I put the meals away and went to the living room to sit where I could see when she came out of the bathroom. She was in there longer than I had expected and when she came out, she seemed to be unsteady and holding onto the side of the door. I quickly left my chair to go to her and see if she needed help.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"I think so. I just seem to be a little dizzy," Julie answered.

"Why don't you go in to the living room and sit down. I'll get you a cold glass of water," I said.

Julie was definitely unsteady and I quickly put my arm around her waist to help her as we moved to the living room. My sexual fantasies that had begun while waiting for her to come out of the bathroom were now replaced by my concern for her. Suddenly, as we reached the center of the living room, she just went limp and started falling to the floor. It completely caught me off guard and I almost let her go. I grabbed for her as she was going down and we both ended up on the floor. I was on my knees as I gently lowered her head to the floor. Luckily, we have a very thick carpet so neither of us were injured by the fall, but Julie was completely out of it. My mind was quickly reeling through what should I do now. I decided to get a cold washcloth to put on her head to see if that would revive her.

As I returned from the kitchen with the wet washcloth, the first thing I noticed was that when I had grabbed for her to keep her from hitting the floor I obviously had pulled up her skirt and it was completely up to her waist in the back. Most of her legs were uncovered, but I couldn't see where her legs met at her crotch. I just froze there staring at those beautiful bare legs, almost fully uncovered and looking so inviting. Were they inviting me to touch them, caress them, run my hands up to her hidden jewel at the apex? Although I noticed an immediate reaction in my groin, I quickly told myself, "Stop that! Julie's in trouble, maybe in need of urgent medical attention, and you're thinking of touching her pussy." Should I call the paramedics so they could take her to emergency?

I quickly moved to her head and started wiping her forehead, face and neck with the cold cloth. There was absolutely no reaction from her. I tried calling her name, but again, nothing. I could see that she was breathing and I took her wrist to check her pulse. Although her rate was rather elevated, it did not appear to be too abnormal. Maybe I should check her heart just to be sure. I slowly eased my hand under her blouse and moved my hand over her bare skin toward her heart area. Naturally, I ran into her bra, which covered the spot that I wanted to feel. Maybe a couple of spots? By this time my mind had reverted from emergency medical situation to sexual opportunity! One area of my mind was saying, "Wait, you pervert. Julie's in trouble and you need to get help." But another part of my mind, maybe from the brain in the head of my hard dick, was saying, "Look at her. She's not dying. She's just unconscious and not hurting. Her body is begging for your attention."

While these thoughts were fighting each other, my hand had moved underneath Julie's bra and was feeling for her heartbeat. Strangely, it was the same as the pulse in her wrist. Oh well, as long as I have my hand under her bra, maybe I should also check her breast, right? Right or wrong, I was cupping her firm breast. Not too big, but definitely not too small. Her nipple seemed to grow between my fingers as my hand cupped and squeezed her tit. I just had to pinch it by pressing my fingers together, and it grew a little longer and harder. Then I moved my hand to her other breast just to be sure they were both OK. They were, and both nipples were now standing up. As I played with her breasts, I let my eyes wander down her body to those long beautiful legs. With my other hand that had been holding the washcloth, which I left over her forehead and eyes, I reached down to gently pull up the front of her skirt. What a sight! Julie was wearing a skimpy off-white and very thin thong. I could easily see that she had a small black bush just above the barely covered lips of her pussy.

By now my cock was starting to ache from being held tightly in my under shorts. I reluctantly removed my hand from Julie's breasts to rearrange my hard-on so that it was pointing up to my belly. It still ached, but at least it felt better this way. Now that I was no longer touching her, I decided to move down so that I could get a closer look at that mound, hardly covered by the thin thong, and just waiting for someone to completely uncover it. Since there was no one else, I decided that it had to be me! Carefully, I put my finger under the thin cloth and pushed it aside leaving the little bush of hair and the whole slit open. In order to get a closer look, I moved both legs over making a very wide vee. As I moved to place myself between those widely spaced legs, I pulled down my pants and under shorts to release the pressure on cock, which now was standing up at about a forty-five degree angle and so hard it would hardly move. I kneeled to get a really close look at the slit. My hands smoothly ran up the insides of her legs until meeting at that beautiful mound. With both hands I pulled the two lips apart. There was an immediate odor hitting me, the wonderful odor of an aroused pussy. While holding her lips apart I ran one thumb from the bottom of the slit up to the top where I found her clit that had obviously been waiting anxiously for my touch. As I rubbed it, Julie's body twitched and I froze. "Oh my gosh! What if she suddenly wakes up and sees me kneeling between her legs, my hands on her cunt and my head just inches from touching her there? What in the world could I say that would make sense?"

Julie didn't move anymore, although she seemed to be breathing deeper. I looked at her face and she looked so contented; how could I stop if this was making her feel good? No longer was I even thinking about paramedics or medical help; I was completely overcome with the need to continue exploring this beautiful woman. As I moved my thumb back down the slit, I gently pushed it a little into her hole. It was wet and very slick and my thumb entered her body easily. I started moving my thumb in and out of her hole just barely finger-fucking her. Then I pulled my hand from her and sucked on my thumb. Sweet! So sweet tasting. I couldn't remember ever tasting pussy juices so good. It was totally unbelievable and I just had to put my mouth there. I laid my body down on the floor as my mouth covered that fantastic slit. My tongue moved from bottom to top, licking one side and then the other, pushing a little inside her hole and then swirling around that hard clit. If I could have died just then it would have been my heaven!

I did this for what seemed a long time, but was probably only a couple of minutes. There was another member of the party that wanted to get into the action so I pushed myself up to bring my hard cock to her pussy. While I held myself up on my knees and one arm, I moved the head of my cock up and down her hot slit until it was wet enough to start pushing in. Slowly I pushed it in a ways then pulled it back to push again. It didn't take long at all to have my dick buried to the hilt in her pussy and the heat inside was so hot it felt like an oven. I couldn't just leave it buried in her; I had to start moving in and out, up and down. I was no longer looking at Julie's face to see what she might do, but I was so taken with watching my wet cock bury itself inside her and then come back out only to go back in. In my wildest dreams, I never thought that I would be able to see this, experience this, love this and I just wanted it to last forever. I must have forgotten what a hot pussy felt like; this was so much better than my hand jobs!

It didn't take long at all for me to start feeling the tightening in my balls, the indication that I was going to cum soon. I sure didn't want to cum inside her, so, with great reluctance, I pulled my hard cock out and moved down to put my mouth back there. My nose enjoyed the smell, my tongue enjoyed the taste and my mind enjoyed the feel of her wetness. I continued this until I could tell that my cock was no longer feeling the need to fire, so I moved back over her and slipped my hard-on back in to the bottom of her hot channel. Again, I began making love to Julie moving my cock in and out, not too fast (I wanted to last as long as possible) but just a comfortable speed. How long did I last? Five minutes, ten minutes? I don't have any idea, but then that feeling returned, more urgently this time. Oh shit, I'm going to cum! I quickly reached for the washcloth and pulled out just in time to cover my dick before the first spurt. Wow! That was close! But what an orgasm – I don't remember cumming that much ever before!

I was breathing so hard I could hardly get my breath while I sat on my haunches between her legs. Looking at Julie's pussy, I could swear I saw her hole opening and closing with the after effects. I carefully pulled her thong back in place and recovered her upper legs with her skirt. Finally, I was able to get up and go to the bathroom to clean myself and get my clothes arranged right again. When I came back out, Julie was sitting up rubbing her face and looking around to see where she was. I quickly went to her and told her that she had passed out and that I was worried that I needed to call the paramedics. She said that she felt OK and wanted to sit in the chair. I helped her get up and into the chair and then said, "Can I do anything for you?"

Julie looked at me with what looked like a weird smirk on her face and then said, "Yes, you can fuck me again, but this time don't pull out before I cum!"