Chapter 1
Ben winced slightly and stared around the room. He could have been in any three or four star hotel room if it wasn`t for the machines beeping next to the bed. There was a sofa in the corner and an easy chair next to the bed. There were nice paintings on the wall and fresh flowers placed strategically around the room. He had been in this room for a week now and his bum hurt from lying, and his leg itched like crazy, and that was slowly sending him insane.
He had been transferred to this clinic after spending four weeks in the hospital in Croydon following his accident. His job in The City had the best benefits package, and so after his initial trauma treatment he had been transferred to this private clinic in Kensington, and closer to his home that he shared with his wife of three months.
Ben glanced sideways at the framed photo next to his bed. It was of him and Ann on honeymoon in Mauritius. They both looked so happy, and he still was apart from the accident. His wife was beautiful. Five feet ten of toned, and tanned body. Jet black shoulder length hair surrounded an oval, blemish free face that was dominated by large hazel eyes. Her breasts, which were clearly on display in the honeymoon bikini, were perfect, not small and not large. Just how he liked them. Her smile in the picture was one of a contentment that was not false in any way and his own grin mimicked that.
Ann was not only beautiful, but intelligent as well. She was the same age as him at thirty one, and a lawyer in a firm that had the complete floor above his firm's offices. He had met her several times in the lift during working hours and eventually he had plucked up the courage to ask her to go for a drink. She agreed without a pause, and those drinks ended with him in her bed, at her small flat in Hammersmith. This is where he found out the last, and for him, most important fact about Ann. She loved sex. All kinds of sex. She loved to do it, watch it in movies, read about it and talk about it.
At work she had always been so prim and proper. Conservative business suits and flat shoes with tights, and blouses done up to her throat, but get her in the bedroom or the bathroom and sometimes even the kitchen or the lounge, and she was like a wild cat and Ben could not get enough of her. They had dated a year, and been married now for three months and not one day had passed without some form of sex at least once. Even when Ann had her period she loved to suck him to climax or give him a hand job before they slept. She was completely insatiable.
Ann was also very inventive, and often surprised Ben with lingerie that drove him mad with lust. She would have no problem with exhibitionist behaviour either. Once, she gave him a blow job on the late train from Glasgow after visiting her parents. Even when the guard appeared and started checking tickets further down the carriage, she continued to bob her head up and down until he came in her mouth just thirty seconds before Ben heard the phrase "Tickets please." Ben sighed. He had truly married the perfect woman.
Ben had one vice that had caused a small amount of friction between them. He had an old Honda motorbike that he loved to ride with a couple of his mates. It had been on such a ride that the accident happened. He was out with John and Davy, who had been his friends since school. They had driven out of London and down the M23 to Brighton for the day. On the return journey, they had just left the motorway and were passing through Purley when Ben`s front wheel hit a pot hole and his bike swerved across the street and he was clipped by a van. The bike spun out of control along the asphalt with Ben`s leg trapped underneath it. When he eventually came to rest his right leg was broken in five places, his ankle was dislocated and his left arm was fractured above the wrist.
The ambulance ferried him to Mayday hospital in Croydon and after several surgeries they managed to save the leg, but he had spent the last four weeks in traction. Now that some of the healing process was completed he had been transferred to this clinic a week ago. His leg and wrist were still in plaster, but now his leg was just resting on several pillows rather than in the traction device and the plaster only went from his foot to just above the knee. He needed one more operation, but he would be here for a month before that took place.
All the time he was in Croydon Ann had been fantastic. After her initial scolding about being stupid and his bike riding she had not missed one night visiting him. In the Croydon hospital he was in a room with three other men around his age and they all complimented him on his choice of wife when Ann had left for the evening, which gave Ben a great source of pride.
The move to Kensington was better for Ann as there were no fixed visiting hours and the journey was less than twenty minutes, rather than over an hour to South London. It was also better for Ben as he had a private room and Ann lost no time in slipping her hand under the bed covers and massaging his cock, that had been so ignored in the previous four weeks. Her skilful hand had him standing hard and proud in seconds. She then removed it, much to Ben`s consternation before delving in her hand bag and producing a small bottle of lube. She poured some onto her hand and pulling back the sheets began to stroke him up and down. The lube was cold, but felt great as she pulled his foreskin tightly down and then slowly pulled back up.
Ann continued this for several minutes until Ben was breathing heavily and then he stiffened and let out a grunt as he spurted five heavy ropes of come up into the air as his pent up frustrations were released. Ann leaned forward and licked all of the come from his tummy, where the majority had landed, before washing her hands in the basin in his bathroom. This same procedure had happened every evening this week with small variances on the theme. Ann had sucked his cock on several occasions and always swallowed his creamy deposit.
One evening she had sat in the chair next to the bed and used a vibrator on her pussy and instructed him to wank himself. They had both come simultaneously as he watched the blue plastic plunging into her vagina. Again, she had licked up all of his come.
On this particular evening she had just sucked Ben to climax and retreated to the bathroom. As she was washing her hands, Ben`s door opened and his usual nurse came in with her tray. Svetlana was a beauty. Maybe twenty eight or twenty nine, she was originally from the Ukraine but had been in London for five years. Her long blonde hair was pulled up in a bun and her blue eyes flashed like diamonds. Her largish breasts pushed against the fabric of the uniform, white dress and she smirked as she watched Ben hurriedly cover up his lower half.
Ben had a secret that he had not told Ann. Due to his immobility he had been having bed baths in the hospitals for nearly five weeks now. In Croydon that was not so much of a problem. June, his nurse in Croydon was a big black woman in her late fifties. She must have weighed 200 Kg, and to put it kindly, she wasn't the gentlest woman the World had ever seen. Therefore, there had been no embarrassing moments as she washed his most private of areas.
Svetlana, was the complete opposite. She had been bathing him every day this week and each day had seen his dick rise embarrassingly to the occasion as her small hands with the warm wash cloth moved around his balls and cock. What made it worse for Ben was that she had stared into his eyes all the time she was doing it. Ben had also noticed that Svetlana seemed to spend more time on that area of his body than all of the others put together. He hadn`t ejaculated yet, but he had been close on more than one occasion. Now, when Svetlana entered the room his cock automatically twitched in anticipation.
Ann watched silently from the bathroom doorway as Svetlana administered the shots against thrombosis into Ben`s stomach. She was bent over slightly causing her dress to ride up and Ann caught a glimpse of the lacy tops of what were obviously stockings and not tights. Her long shapely legs were enough to make any insecure woman jealous. Thankfully, Ann was completely secure in her appearance and sexuality and could just appreciate another extremely good looking woman.
Ann had never been particularly into women. She had experimented when she was at University in Edinburgh. There was a three week fling with a French teacher that she had met at a friend's party. It was fun while it lasted and was a definite learning experience, but she missed a good hard dick too much to take it on as a life choice.
