Copyright 2005-2006 by madengineer3
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It is all but impossible to look at a person and see what they are really like. Our own prejudices come into play, as well as the other person's skill at creating a cover that masks who and what they really are. This is even truer when something is being hidden either because of shame, guilt, or prevarication. Most of us wear masks. If we could understand what is under other people's masks we might be more willing to share. This story is about unmasking and providing satisfaction under stressful conditions.
My name is Joe Mischnik. I'm a musician by training, but work in an office as a personnel manager. As it turns out, there are very few musicians who can earn a good living just using their music (even if it is above average). My wife, of twenty-two years, Soozie passed away from a cerebral hemorrhage about three years ago. I am not sure I will ever fully get over that loss. The loss was even harder to take in light of my problem. About ten years into our marriage I found that I had type II diabetes. The way we found this out was that I was having a harder and harder time obtaining an erection. I went to see a urologist, a friend of long standing, who ordered some testing. To make a long story short I had already started to develop restrictions in the artery that supplied the blood to my penis. I didn't want to use one of those stupid vacuum pumps to create a pseudo-erection, and my wife was very understanding about it.
I could get half hard, but not hard enough to penetrate even a relaxed and well lubricated pussy. After spending part of an evening to "get it up" she had an idea. She had me lay on my back on the bed. She got out a shoe lace, her vibrating dildo, and the vibrator we use for sore muscles. The first thing she did was to tie the shoestring into a loop around my scrotum, above the testicles. In this condition my balls couldn't "escape". Then using the vibrator she started to tease my balls with it. Oh did it feel good! After a minute or two she started to take my mostly limp cock into her mouth and play with it with her tongue. Oh did that feel good! By this time she had moved around so that I could eat her out. As we both neared a climax I put her dildo in her and turned it on. At the same time I spent all my time concentrating on her clit. We both had explosive, violent, orgasms that were truly wonderful.
My wife's idea was the solution to a vexing problem, but now she was gone I was at a loss. I, for moral and religious reasons, was unwilling to hire a "professional" to help me reach a satisfying climax. Oh, I could easily reach an orgasm; but it wasn't the same when I didn't have her pussy to play with. I was unwilling to try to get friendly with a woman, and then have to tell her I was mostly impotent. I was in a bind!
My niece, Esther, was the pride and joy of my life. My wife's sister conceived Esther about the time of our wedding. She had grown into a very smart, very beautiful woman. She had gone through college, and medical school on scholarships, and with our financial help. She had recently been hired by our local hospital to fill an opening in the internal medicine department. It was there that the story really begins. The urologist at the hospital is the same one who identified my problem. At one point, when they were alone in the doctor's lounge, he asked Esther how my problem was doing in light of my wife's demise. She commented that I seemed to be a bit depressed. Esther knew nothing of her uncle's (my) impotence problem, but being very quick whited she indicated that she knew only the end effects of it but would like to know the internal details of the problem. The urologist took her back to his office and found my folder in his files. They looked over the test results and notes. While my wife was still alive the urologist, a very old friend of mine, off and on asked if my problem was causing any emotional problems. I had, under the protection of patient/doctor confidentiality, told him of my wife's solution.
My niece asked him the obvious question. How did I manage to remain emotionally whole with this devastating problem? He paused for a moment, swore her to secrecy, and then told her about my wife's solution. At this time there was a page for Esther to go to the emergency room. She left, but my problem was on her mind. What could she do?
It took her a couple of weeks to decide what to do, and screw up the courage to put her plan into action. She gave me a call and asked me over to her place for supper and a quiet evening with some good music. She also asked if I would bring along grubby work clothes since she would like to have me to help her with a mechanical problem. I was more than willing to go along with this. Esther is a wonderful cook, and our tastes in music are very similar. We both love the Romantic and Neo-Romantic composers.
The dinner was excellent! The wine was very good and the mixed drink after the meal really went down nicely. I wasn't drunk, but I had a very pleasant "buzz". She asked me to change into my grubbys. Little did I know what was coming up.
When I came out of the bathroom, after changing, she said that she had a surprise for me, but would need my cooperation to make it work properly. I wasn't feeling any pain by this time and agreed. Boy, was I in for a surprise.
