Jim and Sarah had met on a ski hill, and were both experts. By having their wedding in late January they were able to plan a honeymoon skiing Western powder in the Rockies.
Everything - the skiing, the clubbing, the sex - was excellent until Thursday afternoon. Then some clown who had drunk his lunch went lurching across the expert trail and Jim took a terrible fall, careening into the trees... Next thing he knew, he was waking up in the hospital on Friday, hurting all over, woozy with drugs. The doctor explained that he was virtually immobilized: His left leg was broken, and in traction; his left wrist was broken, badly, and a cast had been built over a board splint which extended past the ends of his fingers; and his right shoulder had a severe separation, so he was in a half body cast on that side. The only limb he could move was his right leg. The drunk, of course, was unhurt.
Now it was Wednesday. With the pain mostly gone, Jim was bored stupid and feeling sorry for himself. Sarah had visited him every day, of course, to feed him and cheer him up, chatting about the shopping, the clubs, and the guys who tried to hit on her.
Today she came in a little before noon, just in time for lunch. It always cheered Jim up to see her, of course. She was quite beautiful, about 5'6" with long shapely legs, a tight, athlete's body, jet black shoulder-length hair and deep, intense blue eyes. Today she was wearing a lightweight short-sleeved sweater and a denim miniskirt that showed her legs off. But as she fed him, Sarah looked upset, pensive, perhaps even angry.
Jim was no dummy, he picked up on it right away. "What's the matter, honey?"
Sarah started crying: "Oh Jim! I've tried to be happy, sweetie, because you need to heal, but I've just had a terrible time by myself." Sarah continued talking, "and I can't believe I've had to spend most of the honeymoon without you, sweetheart. God, I'm desperately horny, all the time. Look at my nipples, they're always hard!"