The last thing I remember before I woke up in the hospital was that a long distance truck's lights was coming towards us. My husband, twin sons and I were headed home from the state fair. Justin and Jackson, our twins, came through the accident with no injuries. The injuries I sustained were whiplash and a broken arm. Poor Joshua my husband, who friends and family call Josh, was thrown from the car with injuries to his spinal cord and head. The doctors didn't expect him to make it through the night. But Josh is a fighter he survived though he was left with permanent disabilities unless he has a miraculous healing.
My husband was left blind and paralyzed from the waist down. He is doing his best to adjust to his level of ability. Sitting in the dark in his wheelchair has made him depressed most of the time. In addition, he does not comply with his doctor's orders.
Unfortunately, Josh won't try any of the sex solutions suggested by the doctors or sex therapists. For some unknown reason he feels too embarrassed to experiment with me to see what we could do together sexually. He ignored the fact that his wife was a healthy 42-year-old woman whose desires didn't end because her husband no longer wanted to have sex. Besides the sex, I miss the closeness that we used to have after we made love.
Josh is able to have erections but refuses to let me ride him which came as a surprise to me since that used to be his favorite position. Apparently in Josh's mind, if we can't do it the way we used to, he doesn't want to do anything. He won't even use his mouth, hands or arms to engage in any type of romantic or sexual activity with me. We could have a sex life but he refuses. The doctor said that there's no physical reason keeping us from having intimate relations.
Before the accident, Josh and I had an active sex life. During of our married life we had sex daily - most mornings we would have a quickie. In the evening we enjoyed vigorous satisfying love making. Since the accident two years ago, I have been a faithful wife but I must admit that recently I have considered finding a friend with benefits to fill the hole. A pun was intended. So far I haven't come across the right person.
Last year, my sons went to college leaving me feeling lonely. When my mother passed away several years ago my father moved in with us. For five years, Daddy has lived on our property in a space that we turned into a studio apartment for him behind our garage. Daddy checks on Josh while I'm at work to provide any assistance that might be needed. I usually get home around 5:30 p.m. Most nights Josh has dinner ready when I return despite his disabilities.
Recently Josh started going to bed around 8:30 p.m. I have to keep the television volume low because Josh complains that the television keeps him awake. He insisted on moving into a guest room after the accident. Josh and I had a hospital bed put in his room. Because I don't want to disturb Josh in addition to feeling lonely in the evening I started spending more time with Daddy in his apartment. We watch television, pay cards or other board games. Sometimes we have wine or cocktails. Last night something happened that stunned both Daddy and me.
Daddy was comforting me because I was crying about Josh's refusal to make love. He put his arms around me and I laid my head on his shoulder. While being held I kissed him on the mouth. He responded to my kiss by kissing me back probing my mouth with his tongue. I gave him my tongue which he sucked. His hands found my breasts first squeezing them then taking my nipple in his mouth on through my blouse. Without thinking, I felt so aroused that I unbuttoned my blouse taking out my breasts so that I could feel his mouth on my flesh.
I leaned back on the sofa offering him my breasts to explore. Daddy buried his face in my cleavage then he leaned back taking them in his hands. He rubbed my breasts back and forth across his lips. He licked and sucked each breast over and over. I moved his hand between thighs guiding it to my V. He pulled up the hem of my skirt. Daddy massaged my mound eliciting moans of pleasure from me. I spread my thighs so he could reach my vulva and labia. When he inserted his finger into my vagina I gasped at how good it felt inside of me. His fingers went and out very easily because I was so wet with lust. I unzipped his pants pulling his penis out of his underwear. I leaned down taking his manhood into my mouth. The pre-cum tasted wonderful heightening my arousal. I sucked, licked and milked him until he started pulsating and spurted into my mouth. He was obviously satisfied with the intensity of his orgasm. I sat up wrapping my arms around him.
When he recovered from his orgasm, he found my love bud stroking it with his thumb. I held my lips open for him. He realized that I was prompting him to enter me. Daddy inserted two fingers, moving me to the edge of the seat cushions permitting him to push my thighs further apart. I wanted him to stimulate me to the max so I put my feet on the edge of the sofa spreading legs as wide as I could get them. That position caused my clit to protrude giving him the ability to provide me with 360 degrees of immense pleasure. He nibbled my button until I orgasmed hard enough to make me cry with joy.
Each of us had been starving sexually. That is the only way that I could explain what happened. But both of us were stunned by the lustful behavior that our kiss had produced. Daddy is 60, he had always followed standard sexual norms in his life. When we finished, I cleaned myself up trying to snap out of the disoriented feeling I had about what we had done.
Later, I called Daddy to see how he was doing. He asked me to come over tomorrow because he wanted to talk about what happened between us tonight. I thought he would say we couldn't repeat tonight's behavior again.
All day at work I thought about how upset Daddy probably was because of what we had done. I drove home from work dreading our talk worried that he was disappointed with himself or me. Everything looked normal as I pulled into the driveway. Josh had prepared baked chicken and salad for dinner. Daddy joined us to eat as usual. Our dinner conversation was about the news, my day at work, the twins just the subjects we always discussed. I washed the dishes and put them away after Daddy went back to his apartment. I answered some emails. Josh went to bed around his regular time. It was time to talk to Daddy so walked around to his apartment to face the music. He must have heard me coming because he was standing inside his apartment holding his front door open. I felt nervous as I walked over the threshold into the apartment.
We had always gotten along so well I was afraid that our relationship might have been damaged by my behavior. I sat down and Daddy joined me on the sofa.
He cleared his throat and said, "I was surprised when you kissed me last night."
"Daddy, I'm so sorry I got carried away."
"There's no need to be sorry. I'm the father, I and should prevented things from going any further than the kiss."
"So you're not angry with me?"
"Of course not, Baby. I enjoyed touching you and making you feel good. We were swept up in the moment. It was a mistake. But we both know it was wrong and we shouldn't let it happen again. I don't want to lead you into doing things you will regret in the long run."
I heard what Daddy was saying. Of course he was right - we couldn't hook up any more according to my head but my body didn't agree. Though I know society would say what we did was so wrong, my Daddy had made we feel better than I had felt literally in years. I listened to my father tell me all the reasons why our first time had to be our last time. He did not make me feel bad or ashamed just sad that I had to go back to the status quo - no sex. We said good night and I went home. For the next couple of weeks, we back to our former status. Daddy checked on Josh staying to have dinner with us most evenings.
Unexpectedly Josh became very ill. He had a high fever and had to be hospitalized. The twins came home so that the family could unite as we saw Josh through his medical crisis. Thankfully Josh got better, his doctor said that Josh would be OK. That is Josh's health would return to the way he was before he got sick. He had to stay in the hospital for a few more days as a precaution. Justin and Jackson left to get back to school. Daddy visited with Josh at the hospital during the day while I was at work. When I got home Daddy had dinner ready for me.
