Do you take your health for granted? Well I used to; but not any more, not since the accident. I used to be so fit and athletic with long runs and hours in the gym. I had a good career, a lovely house and a beautiful, adorable wife who I love dearly. That was this time last year until ker-pow! In an instant that pissed-up ass-hole jumped the lights and smashed to smithereens my Porsche pride and joy but more importantly broke my back and left me paralyzed with absolutely no feelings below my chest. I'm just starting to get my life back but it will never be like it used to be. I'm wheel chair bound, incontinent and totally dependent upon my darling wife Lucy. She has been an absolute angel and supported me throughout all the last twelve months when most women in similar circumstances would have left within weeks. Stroking me reassuringly, she often whispers to me: "We'll get through, at least you're alive and that's a miracle." I looked up at her and smiled.
I am one very lucky guy to have a wife like Lucy. She's beautiful with a gorgeous almost faultless glossy mag cover girl face. Her long, straight, natural coloured blonde hair shines and flows like a stream cascading down her shoulders covering her ample curvy chest and alluring cleavage. Her face is pure beauty and her pale complexion accentuates her deep blue eyes and sensuous lips. I'm lucky to have such a beautiful wife that has been so loyal to me through thick and thin. But I just don"t feel lucky because I can"t physically enjoy her beauty or the passion she exudes by the bucket full.
When I think back to how we were before the crash, my vision blurs with the tears that well up. We used to be in bed for 9:00 O"clock most nights making love, starting gently and sensuously but working to a frantic pace; both of us achieving multiple orgasms. Now, nothing. I have no feeling down there, even an erection is just a fond memory. I know it has been a nightmare for Lucy, though getting that interim payout from the insurance company a few months ago has helped. I still feel guilty though at being so utterly dependent on her and being able to give her so little back. Whilst I'll never experience the enjoyment of sex again, I have tried to help relieve some of the frustration for Lucy by licking her lovely blonde pussy and pushing her vibrator into her tantalising sex. I love seeing her fulfilled and that look of sheer contentment she has after sex but despite my best efforts that satisfied expression hasn't happened since the accident.
Last week emotions and pent up frustrations erupted to the surface in a volcanic explosion that was not my Lucy. She's normally so kind, thoughtful and placid but last Wednesday I saw a side to Lucy I've never known in the four years we"ve been together. She had positioned me on the bed so I could lick her delicious warm pussy but after ten minutes or so of muted sighs she sat up, eyes reddened and streaming, and screamed: "It's no good. I'm sorry but it's not enough. I want to go back to how we were. I need to feel your cock inside me pounding away, and no don"t even mention that damned thing!" She screamed, pointing to the large silver vibrator on the bedside cabinet. I watched helplessly as she jumped off the bed and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
For an hour I lay on the bed unable to move. Time is a resource I have in abundance but laying helplessly there unable to move I contemplated on our situation. Other than 'she"ll get over it," I was unable to come up with any conclusions but laying there I reflected on how cruel fate was in giving me such a fantastic hand of cards and to have it so brutally snatched away and replaced with the hand I?m now left with.
Eventually Lucy came back in. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying and her cheeks reddened with tears though she had tried to dry them and was trying valiantly to hold herself together. She sat on the bed next to me, lent down and kissed me. First a peck, then a deep passionate kiss with tongues twisting gracefully together.
"I'm sorry;" she sobbed: "I'm really, really sorry. I just get so frustrated. I so desperately want you to take me and make love to me like we used to." Then looking crestfallen, she admitted: "But that's not going to happen; I know that."
"I understand love; really I do." My heart went out to my darling wife, she didn"t deserve this, and neither of us did. "Love, if there was anything I could do, you know I would." She nodded; after a brief pause she piped up:
"There is something....." She tailed off and looked away, almost embarrassed.
"What is it?"
"It's OK: it doesn"t matter."
"Go on;" I enquired. After a lot of interrogation and pushing Lucy blushed, closed her eyes and nervously blurted out "It was an idea I had but I don"t think....."
"Go on, let's hear it."
After a nervous pause Lucy composed herself and started: "You know how I was saying I'm desperate to have your cock inside me? Well I was just thinking that in town there's bars where there?s loads of guys who are just looking for a shag. They're just happy with that and don"t want anything involved, so I was thinking..."
"NO!" I interjected sharply. "Please don"t do that to me. What am I supposed to do watching you get dressed up? Then just sit here and wait for you to come back home, picturing what you are doing and..."
"I'm sorry; I'm sorry:" she interrupted. "But you can"t give me more love and sex than I hardly cope with, and then suddenly just switch it off like a light switch; then nothing! I need a hard cock drilling inside of me. The thought of me never experiencing that again is driving me crazy." She gave me a reassuring hug. "I still love you absolutely tons, nothing will ever change that. It's just that I need to be fucked really hard like you used to. You understand that don"t you?" I nodded.
"I'm sorry Luce. I"ll try and think of something, but not that." She gave me another squeeze. That night I didn"t sleep a wink. I closed my eyes pretending to be asleep because I knew Lucy was still awake. Those words, "It's just that I need to be fucked really hard like you used to," reverberated around my head. How could she? I could picture happier times before the accident when we were getting ready to go out somewhere. She"d get so excited, like an 8 year old going to a birthday party. Frequently reverting to me to ask my opinion on her makeup, her underwear, her clothes. The thought of repeating that, but instead, for her to go out and pull another guy, then go home with him, strip and let him fuck her. Would she really do that? Could she go all the way? The next day I went to the corner shop on my electric wheelchair. I was riding along enjoying the fresh air which was welcome relief from our stuffy centrally heated house. Stood on the corner of the street I saw a teenager leaning against a garden wall looking at the world passing by. He lived a few houses down from us; often he stood just watching children play. He used to be part of the gang and play with them but not anymore. I guess most of the parents were uncomfortable with their little children playing with this eighteen year old man so he was banned from playing with them. He's totally harmless; he's got Down?s Syndrome, so he can relate to small children much better than with his able bodied peers. I said hello as I sped past; he smiled and replied hello back. Just before I turned into our drive a thought came to me. I stopped the wheelchair and looked back at the boy. He's a bit podgy and dresses like a forty year old but maybe.... I did a 180 degree turn and drove back down to the boy. "How are you?" I enquired.
"OK," he replied smiling down at me.
"I'm Richard; what's your name?"
'stuart."
"Hi Stuart. Would you like to come to our house for dinner tonight?"
"Yes." He nodded enthusiastically.
"OK, but you must ask your mum. We live at number 43, the house with the green door. Come about 6:00 O"clock." Stuart ran off with an excited skip in his step. I manoeuvred my wheel chair up the ramp into our front door. "Hi Love, I'm home." Very gingerly I broke the news that I"d invited a guest to dinner that night:
"Who?" She asked inquisitively.
"Well, he's a very special young man I met on the way home from the shop.
"WHO?"
"He's called Stuart. You"ve probably seen him lots of times. He's the lad that leans against the wall just down the road, looking at everyone going by."
"Oh him. He's got Downs Syndrome hasn"t he? Is that who you mean?"
"Yes," I replied: "That's what I meant when I said someone very special."
"Aww that's sweet," Lucy retorted.
"Well," I said uneasily, "I thought that depending on how it goes, that maybe Stuart could help us out with the problem we were talking about the other day." Lucy looked at me with a blank expression, I fidgeted uneasily expecting her to go ballistic when she realised what I was referring to. Seconds later the penny dropped; her eyes popped out like organ stops.
"Oh I see," she exclaimed excitedly. Then she paused as she considered. "We'll have to be really careful; we don"t want to spoof the poor boy do we?" I smiled at her, relieved. This was the best solution to the problem I could come up with. Lucy gets fucked and I don"t need to worry that she's going to leave me to run off with him.
"You're right," I replied. "We'll have to make sure he keeps it secret. If his parents ever found out, I bet they"d go mental"
"Yes, and we wouldn"t be able to face the neighbours either," she replied giggling. "But we need to plan out how we're going to do this." She threw her arms around me, kissed me passionately, broke off and declared: "It's like I"ll be doing a charitable service." I looked at her quizzically as she continued: "I read somewhere that people with severe learning difficulties still have the same urges as we do; just because they have the mind of a seven year old; they still have an adult's body and needs." At 5:45 the doorbell rang. Lucy answered and welcomed Stuart in. We ate spaghetti bolognese and our guest obviously enjoyed it, clearing his plate totally. Afterwards we sat in the lounge, Lucy sat next to Stuart and I sat opposite in my wheelchair. During the conversation that flowed I enquired:
'stuart, do you have a girlfriend?" He smiled:
"Nooooh." He replied coyly.
"Ever had a girlfriend?" He blushed:
"Nooooh."
"Well;" I exclaimed. "I'm surprised you haven"t got a pretty girlfriend."
"Nooooh," he repeated again.
"Would you like a pretty girlfriend?" Enquired Lucy. Stuart shrunk down the sofa and bashfully admitted:
"One day."
"You like pretty girls?" I asked. He beamed and nodded.
"Do you think Lucy's pretty?" He looked at her, beamed and gave a spirited nod of his head.
'see?" I said to Lucy: "I told you he likes you; everyone does."
I then asked him: "In what way is she pretty?" He looked at her, blushed deep red again and replied:
"Nice face."
"Hmmm.." I answered. "You're right she is very pretty."
I paused and asked: "Do you think she's got nice boobies?" Poor Stuart burst into a giggle and replied:
"Yeaaah."
"Ya wanna see "em?" I asked. Stuart's mouth dropped. He looked at me, then at Lucy, then back to me.
"Well do you?"
He looked to the floor, away from Lucy and nodded.
'show him Lucy; show him your boobies."
Lucy feigned modesty and shook her head.
"No, I'm shy."
"Have you ever seen a woman's boobies?" I enquired of Stuart.
He shook his head.
I asked Lucy: "Well Lucy, if Stuart takes his t-shirt off first, you"ve got to take your top off and show us your boobies. Is that a deal?" Lucy paused, thought and nodded.
"Right Stuart, if you want to see Lucy's boobies you"ve got to take your t-shirt off and show us your big muscles and then Lucy will show us her boobies."
Stuart looked at me, then at Lucy. He grimaced a smile, lent forward and lifted his t-shirt over his head to reveal his white, flabby torso and hairless chest. I knew this was an important landmark, Stuart was taking to the bait; just a case of carefully leading him the rest of the way. "Right Lucy; you"ve seen Stuart's muscles, so now you"ve got to show us your boobies!"
"No, I'm shy, I daren"t," she whimpered.
"NO!" Stuart interrupted: "You got to.. "" He was getting quite agitated.
"It's only fair," I added: 'stuart's taken his shirt off, now it's your turn."
Lucy looked at us both, bit her lip and began unbuttoning her blouse. Stuart gawped intently as she slid it off her shoulders to reveal her pearlesque upper body. Her large breasts were covered by her white bra, and so I ordered: "And the bra."
Lucy reached behind her, undid the clasps letting it fall, revealing her large round grapefruit sized breasts. Stuart's gaze was intent; I watched his eyes bulge.
"Do you think they are pretty?" I enquired.
Mouth agape, Stuart nodded. This was like a magical kingdom of make-believe for him; he could scarcely take it in.
I asked him: "Would you like to touch them?"
Stuart could barely contain himself, he nodded frantically. Lucy swung round to present her tits to Stuart to feel.
"Go on;" I encouraged him: "Touch them." Stuart could hardly keep himself together with excitement as he lifted his hands up tentatively and gently to cup my wife's beguiling spheres. He started to squeeze and kneed them, letting out gentle mewling noises.
I warned him: "You know this must be our secret? You mustn"t tell anyone, not even your mum, or we could all be in a lot of trouble." Stuart looked at Lucy then at me with a serious expression and nodded.
"They're nice aren"t they?"
Without taking his hands away from my wife's tits he beamed and nodded again frantically.
"If you want to, you can suck on them, just like a baby does."
Immediately he responded by sucking gently on her little nipples. Lucy threw her head back in delight; her breasts are very sensitive and love attention. Then she looked up at me and mouthed "thank you." After a while I decided we were ready to go to the next stage. "Would you like Lucy to take all her clothes off?" I asked.
Stuart looked at me; looked again at Lucy, then back to me, scarcely able to believe this was happening. He bit his bottom lip and nodded.
"Right Lucy:" I ordered: "Clothes off!"
Lucy looked at me and shook her head.
"Yes:" I responded sternly: 'stuart wants you to: I want you to, so you"ve got to!"
Stuart giggled as Lucy shook her head again only more frantically still. I raised my voice, in a mock grave tone and ordered her: "Lucy, take your clothes off - now!"
Lucy continued shaking her head. She then leaned over to me and pretended to whisper into my ear. I looked at Stuart: 'she says she's shy; but she"ll take all her clothes off if you will."
His eyes bulged and his jaw dropped.
"Do you want to see her with no clothes on?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Well in that case, you're going to have to take your trousers down."
He didn"t respond other than to fidget and shift uneasily on the sofa for several minutes.
"What do you think Stuart?"
After a pause, he looked up at Lucy, she smiled reassuringly back at him. He looked at me, I tried to look poker-faced, like it was no big deal. Eventually Stuart nodded his head but it was some time before he lifted his ass off the sofa to slide down his tracksuit pants. He blushed again, his breathing increasing rapidly, almost hyperventilating before plucking up sufficient courage to slide down his white Y-fronts. Before either of us could see his cock he quickly pushed it under his flabby thighs, leaving a large triangular forest of black think curly pubic hair underneath the roll of fat that fell over his belly button. Trying to maintain an air of some normality, which was not easy in the situation, I casually asked Stuart: "You still want to see Lucy with no clothes on?"
"I'm shy:" she responded feigning embarrassment.
Stuart nodded: "Yeeaaah." "Lucy, you got to." She looked at me and winked surreptitiously then turned to Stuart:
"You're not gonna make me take everything off are you?" Stuart looked at my topless wife's pert breasts and sniggered: "Yeeaaah, you got to."
Unsteadily Lucy stood up, then and unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.
"Keep going," I encouraged her. Like a born actress Lucy blushed with false self-consciousness as she slid her tights down her long slender legs.
"Keep going;" shouted Stuart excitedly. She turned her back on us as she slid her pink cotton panties down and stood out of them as they lay discarded on the floor.
"I can see your bum!" screeched Stuart agitated. Indeed Lucy has the loveliest pert bum cheeks I?ve seen.
"Go on, turn round!" I shouted but she refused.
"Turn round!" Shouted Stuart excitedly.
Slowly Lucy turned to reveal her full beauty. She has lovely pert 34 C breasts with small buff coloured nipples. She's really slim but curvy with all her ribs showing, beneath which her flat tummy and beneath that a large triangle of strawberry blonde pubic hair. She leant over me and whispered again in my ear.
I related the message to Stuart: 'she wants to play with your willy."
His cock was still hidden between his tightly pursed legs.
"Are you going to let her play with it?"
Stuart opened his legs to reveal his flaccid lengthy member dangling down. Lucy knelt down in front of Stuart, took his cock and began to massage and rub it. Stuart lent back into the sofa and gasped, his cock inflated to a good 8 or 9 inches in almost an instant.
"Feels nice, doesn"t it?" I enquired.
Stuart nodded. Watching my wife working so industriously on this boy?s dick, right there in front of me brought home to me my disability. That should be my cock she?s playing with; not his! Then I watched her open her mouth and drop down onto his fleshy pole and begin sucking on it hard. I started to feel queasy but battled against my instincts. "Is she giving you lots of nice feelings Stuart?" I enquired.
Gasping and sighing, Stuart nodded.
"Lucy's trying to get baby making juice out of your willy, so just relax and enjoy the nice feelings until it comes out."
It was obvious this had completely gone over Stuart's head; nevertheless he slouched down the sofa letting my wife rub up and down his thick cock and then suck on it. Her face was a picture of adoration as she looked upon her handiwork, which didn?t make me feel any better. Eventually he began to grunt and then watched totally in total awe as his dick exuded squirt after squirt of thick white cum. It was obvious this was the first time Stuart's cock had ever performed this undertaking. Lucy looked down at her handiwork with pride:
"This stuff here is what makes babies." Stuart looked down at the mess on his belly, then up at Lucy, scarcely able to take it in. Then Lucy took a tissue and started cleaning his dick. She asked him:
"Do you know where babies come from Stuart?"
"From mums" he replied matter of factly.
"Right" replied Lucy: "But do you know how they get inside mums?"
Poor Stuart had no idea so he shook his head vigorously.
"Do you want to know how to make a baby?"
Stuart nodded. She started once again to rub his cock back to full erection then she took his hand and guided it to between her legs.
"There's a hole between my legs - put your finger inside it."
Very tentatively Stuart pointed at her awaiting vagina and pushed his finger slowly up inside it right up to his knuckle.
"Oooh!" Gasped Lucy; that's nice."
Stuart beamed that he was able to reciprocate the good feelings Lucy had given his fleshy tool.
"That's where babies come out of," informed Lucy: "Amazing isn"t it?"
Stuart nodded whilst concentrating on wriggling his finger around my wife's love tunnel.
Suddenly Stuart pulled his finger away: "Ugh! It's all wet!"
"It's supposed to be wet silly," replied Lucy: "That's so you can slide in and out of me without making me sore."
Slowly Stuart returned his finger inside Lucy's moist tunnel. She then took hold of his cock again and began sliding her fingers delicately along its length. Then she lifted herself off the sofa and laid on the floor with her legs agape. Her moist alluring pussy slit opened invitingly. Poor Stuart looked at Lucy puzzled.
'stuart, can you try and lay on top of me," she asked.
"I want you to push your hard willy right up inside my hole."
Stuart looked at me puzzled; I nodded my consent. Obediently he knelt down like she asked and then he positioned himself in front of my wife and tried to point his cock at her anticipating snatch but it waved around. Lucy reached, grabbed it and pointed it at its target, and then I watched as Stuart touched her entrance and then started to lower it deep inside my wife's pink pulsing glory hole. From her expression, Lucy was entering elation, it was obvious this is what she had been starved of for so long and now she was about to go on a feeding frenzy!
"Oooh!" She exclaimed: "That feels lovely inside of me."
Stuart looked totally bewildered, unsure of what was happening, so I patted him on his back and reassured him:
"Good man. You?re doing a good job." He smiled back at me awkwardly.
"Right Stewart," Lucy instructed; "I want you to slide your hard willy up and down inside my hole."
Stuart looked down at her, concentrating hard on the task in hand, then he grunted and Lucy scowled:
"Put it back in and try again!"
I strained to see what was happening but my view of the point of fusion was blocked by Stuart's large frame. It took another four attempts before Stuart was able to fuck my wife with any rhythm and without his cock slipping out.
"That's it. Good boy; you're doing it."
Very slowly and tentatively at first, Stuart slid his cock up and down my wife's hot mushy tunnel.
"Now try a bit faster Stuart," she urged.
Steadily he increased the pace; soon he learnt that if he slammed hard into Lucy she squealed in glee. Unfortunately he didn"t have the dexterity to maintain this as a rhythm but given this was the first time he"d even been close to a girl, this was a brave effort. What he lacked in expertise, he certainly made up for in both length and girth.
Lucy soon built up to a climatic crescendo: "Don"t stop; don"t stop!"
Stuart must have misunderstood her and he stopped immediately. Lucy struggled out from underneath Stuart, lay him on the carpeted floor and then lowered herself down onto him, impaling her pussy onto his fleshy rod and then bounced up and down until she achieved her coveted orgasm. Then she knelt down on her hands and knees and tried to show Stuart how to fuck her 'doggy style.' After receiving a lot of instruction, cajoling and demonstration, eventually Stuart managed to get the hang of the activity Lucy was trying to get him to perform. I then sat and watched Stuart pound his long stump into my wife from behind until he stopped to inform us:
"Coming."
"Don"t stop!" Screeched Lucy: "Keep going until it comes into me."
Stuart resumed pumping my Lucy; soon she was shaking her head vigorously as she reached another orgasm. Minutes later Stuart's breathing was punctuated with loud grunts as I watched him inject his hot white seed deep into my Lucy's womb. After reminding him not to tell anyone about what he"d done that night, we waved goodbye to Stuart and watched him walk off down the street towards his house. Lucy gave me a squeeze: "Love; that was brilliant!"
Tears cascaded down my cheeks; I couldn"t respond.
"He"ll need a lot of practice and teaching but I think Stuart will be very satisfactory. I really enjoyed that and I think he liked it: don"t you?"
I ignored the question unable to respond without giving away the distress I felt. I'm imprisoned in this defunct body, like a fly cocooned in a spider's web, forced to watch that mentally retarded boy satisfy my wife's carnal desires for me. Mid-morning most days, the doorbell rings out loud and shrill. There on the doorstep stands Stuart, grinning to me, totally oblivious as to how I feel about his activities with my wife.
"Is Lucy in?" He enquires: I nod.
"Can I come in and play with her?"
I then reverse my wheelchair so he can enter. Lucy knows how I feel about this situation so she takes Stuart into our bedroom and closes the door behind them but I can still hear them grunting and panting together and the thump of the headboard against the wall as well as the straining of the springs on our bed. I usually sit in my wheelchair willing them to hurry and finish, picturing Stuart's huge cock sliding up and down my lovely wife's delightful love tunnel. I don"t think I"ll ever get used to this; the hurt of what's happening in that room is sickening psychological torture. It takes me all the strength of mind I have to say goodbye to Stuart as he leaves our house with a wide smug grin from ear to ear of his white chubby face.
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I am one very lucky guy to have a wife like Lucy. She's beautiful with a gorgeous almost faultless glossy mag cover girl face. Her long, straight, natural coloured blonde hair shines and flows like a stream cascading down her shoulders covering her ample curvy chest and alluring cleavage. Her face is pure beauty and her pale complexion accentuates her deep blue eyes and sensuous lips. I'm lucky to have such a beautiful wife that has been so loyal to me through thick and thin. But I just don"t feel lucky because I can"t physically enjoy her beauty or the passion she exudes by the bucket full.
When I think back to how we were before the crash, my vision blurs with the tears that well up. We used to be in bed for 9:00 O"clock most nights making love, starting gently and sensuously but working to a frantic pace; both of us achieving multiple orgasms. Now, nothing. I have no feeling down there, even an erection is just a fond memory. I know it has been a nightmare for Lucy, though getting that interim payout from the insurance company a few months ago has helped. I still feel guilty though at being so utterly dependent on her and being able to give her so little back. Whilst I'll never experience the enjoyment of sex again, I have tried to help relieve some of the frustration for Lucy by licking her lovely blonde pussy and pushing her vibrator into her tantalising sex. I love seeing her fulfilled and that look of sheer contentment she has after sex but despite my best efforts that satisfied expression hasn't happened since the accident.
Last week emotions and pent up frustrations erupted to the surface in a volcanic explosion that was not my Lucy. She's normally so kind, thoughtful and placid but last Wednesday I saw a side to Lucy I've never known in the four years we"ve been together. She had positioned me on the bed so I could lick her delicious warm pussy but after ten minutes or so of muted sighs she sat up, eyes reddened and streaming, and screamed: "It's no good. I'm sorry but it's not enough. I want to go back to how we were. I need to feel your cock inside me pounding away, and no don"t even mention that damned thing!" She screamed, pointing to the large silver vibrator on the bedside cabinet. I watched helplessly as she jumped off the bed and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
For an hour I lay on the bed unable to move. Time is a resource I have in abundance but laying helplessly there unable to move I contemplated on our situation. Other than 'she"ll get over it," I was unable to come up with any conclusions but laying there I reflected on how cruel fate was in giving me such a fantastic hand of cards and to have it so brutally snatched away and replaced with the hand I?m now left with.
Eventually Lucy came back in. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying and her cheeks reddened with tears though she had tried to dry them and was trying valiantly to hold herself together. She sat on the bed next to me, lent down and kissed me. First a peck, then a deep passionate kiss with tongues twisting gracefully together.
"I'm sorry;" she sobbed: "I'm really, really sorry. I just get so frustrated. I so desperately want you to take me and make love to me like we used to." Then looking crestfallen, she admitted: "But that's not going to happen; I know that."
"I understand love; really I do." My heart went out to my darling wife, she didn"t deserve this, and neither of us did. "Love, if there was anything I could do, you know I would." She nodded; after a brief pause she piped up:
"There is something....." She tailed off and looked away, almost embarrassed.
"What is it?"
"It's OK: it doesn"t matter."
"Go on;" I enquired. After a lot of interrogation and pushing Lucy blushed, closed her eyes and nervously blurted out "It was an idea I had but I don"t think....."
"Go on, let's hear it."
After a nervous pause Lucy composed herself and started: "You know how I was saying I'm desperate to have your cock inside me? Well I was just thinking that in town there's bars where there?s loads of guys who are just looking for a shag. They're just happy with that and don"t want anything involved, so I was thinking..."
"NO!" I interjected sharply. "Please don"t do that to me. What am I supposed to do watching you get dressed up? Then just sit here and wait for you to come back home, picturing what you are doing and..."
"I'm sorry; I'm sorry:" she interrupted. "But you can"t give me more love and sex than I hardly cope with, and then suddenly just switch it off like a light switch; then nothing! I need a hard cock drilling inside of me. The thought of me never experiencing that again is driving me crazy." She gave me a reassuring hug. "I still love you absolutely tons, nothing will ever change that. It's just that I need to be fucked really hard like you used to. You understand that don"t you?" I nodded.
"I'm sorry Luce. I"ll try and think of something, but not that." She gave me another squeeze. That night I didn"t sleep a wink. I closed my eyes pretending to be asleep because I knew Lucy was still awake. Those words, "It's just that I need to be fucked really hard like you used to," reverberated around my head. How could she? I could picture happier times before the accident when we were getting ready to go out somewhere. She"d get so excited, like an 8 year old going to a birthday party. Frequently reverting to me to ask my opinion on her makeup, her underwear, her clothes. The thought of repeating that, but instead, for her to go out and pull another guy, then go home with him, strip and let him fuck her. Would she really do that? Could she go all the way? The next day I went to the corner shop on my electric wheelchair. I was riding along enjoying the fresh air which was welcome relief from our stuffy centrally heated house. Stood on the corner of the street I saw a teenager leaning against a garden wall looking at the world passing by. He lived a few houses down from us; often he stood just watching children play. He used to be part of the gang and play with them but not anymore. I guess most of the parents were uncomfortable with their little children playing with this eighteen year old man so he was banned from playing with them. He's totally harmless; he's got Down?s Syndrome, so he can relate to small children much better than with his able bodied peers. I said hello as I sped past; he smiled and replied hello back. Just before I turned into our drive a thought came to me. I stopped the wheelchair and looked back at the boy. He's a bit podgy and dresses like a forty year old but maybe.... I did a 180 degree turn and drove back down to the boy. "How are you?" I enquired.
"OK," he replied smiling down at me.
"I'm Richard; what's your name?"
'stuart."
"Hi Stuart. Would you like to come to our house for dinner tonight?"
"Yes." He nodded enthusiastically.
"OK, but you must ask your mum. We live at number 43, the house with the green door. Come about 6:00 O"clock." Stuart ran off with an excited skip in his step. I manoeuvred my wheel chair up the ramp into our front door. "Hi Love, I'm home." Very gingerly I broke the news that I"d invited a guest to dinner that night:
"Who?" She asked inquisitively.
"Well, he's a very special young man I met on the way home from the shop.
"WHO?"
"He's called Stuart. You"ve probably seen him lots of times. He's the lad that leans against the wall just down the road, looking at everyone going by."
"Oh him. He's got Downs Syndrome hasn"t he? Is that who you mean?"
"Yes," I replied: "That's what I meant when I said someone very special."
"Aww that's sweet," Lucy retorted.
"Well," I said uneasily, "I thought that depending on how it goes, that maybe Stuart could help us out with the problem we were talking about the other day." Lucy looked at me with a blank expression, I fidgeted uneasily expecting her to go ballistic when she realised what I was referring to. Seconds later the penny dropped; her eyes popped out like organ stops.
"Oh I see," she exclaimed excitedly. Then she paused as she considered. "We'll have to be really careful; we don"t want to spoof the poor boy do we?" I smiled at her, relieved. This was the best solution to the problem I could come up with. Lucy gets fucked and I don"t need to worry that she's going to leave me to run off with him.
"You're right," I replied. "We'll have to make sure he keeps it secret. If his parents ever found out, I bet they"d go mental"
"Yes, and we wouldn"t be able to face the neighbours either," she replied giggling. "But we need to plan out how we're going to do this." She threw her arms around me, kissed me passionately, broke off and declared: "It's like I"ll be doing a charitable service." I looked at her quizzically as she continued: "I read somewhere that people with severe learning difficulties still have the same urges as we do; just because they have the mind of a seven year old; they still have an adult's body and needs." At 5:45 the doorbell rang. Lucy answered and welcomed Stuart in. We ate spaghetti bolognese and our guest obviously enjoyed it, clearing his plate totally. Afterwards we sat in the lounge, Lucy sat next to Stuart and I sat opposite in my wheelchair. During the conversation that flowed I enquired:
'stuart, do you have a girlfriend?" He smiled:
"Nooooh." He replied coyly.
"Ever had a girlfriend?" He blushed:
"Nooooh."
"Well;" I exclaimed. "I'm surprised you haven"t got a pretty girlfriend."
"Nooooh," he repeated again.
"Would you like a pretty girlfriend?" Enquired Lucy. Stuart shrunk down the sofa and bashfully admitted:
"One day."
"You like pretty girls?" I asked. He beamed and nodded.
"Do you think Lucy's pretty?" He looked at her, beamed and gave a spirited nod of his head.
'see?" I said to Lucy: "I told you he likes you; everyone does."
I then asked him: "In what way is she pretty?" He looked at her, blushed deep red again and replied:
"Nice face."
"Hmmm.." I answered. "You're right she is very pretty."
I paused and asked: "Do you think she's got nice boobies?" Poor Stuart burst into a giggle and replied:
"Yeaaah."
"Ya wanna see "em?" I asked. Stuart's mouth dropped. He looked at me, then at Lucy, then back to me.
"Well do you?"
He looked to the floor, away from Lucy and nodded.
'show him Lucy; show him your boobies."
Lucy feigned modesty and shook her head.
"No, I'm shy."
"Have you ever seen a woman's boobies?" I enquired of Stuart.
He shook his head.
I asked Lucy: "Well Lucy, if Stuart takes his t-shirt off first, you"ve got to take your top off and show us your boobies. Is that a deal?" Lucy paused, thought and nodded.
"Right Stuart, if you want to see Lucy's boobies you"ve got to take your t-shirt off and show us your big muscles and then Lucy will show us her boobies."
Stuart looked at me, then at Lucy. He grimaced a smile, lent forward and lifted his t-shirt over his head to reveal his white, flabby torso and hairless chest. I knew this was an important landmark, Stuart was taking to the bait; just a case of carefully leading him the rest of the way. "Right Lucy; you"ve seen Stuart's muscles, so now you"ve got to show us your boobies!"
"No, I'm shy, I daren"t," she whimpered.
"NO!" Stuart interrupted: "You got to.. "" He was getting quite agitated.
"It's only fair," I added: 'stuart's taken his shirt off, now it's your turn."
Lucy looked at us both, bit her lip and began unbuttoning her blouse. Stuart gawped intently as she slid it off her shoulders to reveal her pearlesque upper body. Her large breasts were covered by her white bra, and so I ordered: "And the bra."
Lucy reached behind her, undid the clasps letting it fall, revealing her large round grapefruit sized breasts. Stuart's gaze was intent; I watched his eyes bulge.
"Do you think they are pretty?" I enquired.
Mouth agape, Stuart nodded. This was like a magical kingdom of make-believe for him; he could scarcely take it in.
I asked him: "Would you like to touch them?"
Stuart could barely contain himself, he nodded frantically. Lucy swung round to present her tits to Stuart to feel.
"Go on;" I encouraged him: "Touch them." Stuart could hardly keep himself together with excitement as he lifted his hands up tentatively and gently to cup my wife's beguiling spheres. He started to squeeze and kneed them, letting out gentle mewling noises.
I warned him: "You know this must be our secret? You mustn"t tell anyone, not even your mum, or we could all be in a lot of trouble." Stuart looked at Lucy then at me with a serious expression and nodded.
"They're nice aren"t they?"
Without taking his hands away from my wife's tits he beamed and nodded again frantically.
"If you want to, you can suck on them, just like a baby does."
Immediately he responded by sucking gently on her little nipples. Lucy threw her head back in delight; her breasts are very sensitive and love attention. Then she looked up at me and mouthed "thank you." After a while I decided we were ready to go to the next stage. "Would you like Lucy to take all her clothes off?" I asked.
Stuart looked at me; looked again at Lucy, then back to me, scarcely able to believe this was happening. He bit his bottom lip and nodded.
"Right Lucy:" I ordered: "Clothes off!"
Lucy looked at me and shook her head.
"Yes:" I responded sternly: 'stuart wants you to: I want you to, so you"ve got to!"
Stuart giggled as Lucy shook her head again only more frantically still. I raised my voice, in a mock grave tone and ordered her: "Lucy, take your clothes off - now!"
Lucy continued shaking her head. She then leaned over to me and pretended to whisper into my ear. I looked at Stuart: 'she says she's shy; but she"ll take all her clothes off if you will."
His eyes bulged and his jaw dropped.
"Do you want to see her with no clothes on?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Well in that case, you're going to have to take your trousers down."
He didn"t respond other than to fidget and shift uneasily on the sofa for several minutes.
"What do you think Stuart?"
After a pause, he looked up at Lucy, she smiled reassuringly back at him. He looked at me, I tried to look poker-faced, like it was no big deal. Eventually Stuart nodded his head but it was some time before he lifted his ass off the sofa to slide down his tracksuit pants. He blushed again, his breathing increasing rapidly, almost hyperventilating before plucking up sufficient courage to slide down his white Y-fronts. Before either of us could see his cock he quickly pushed it under his flabby thighs, leaving a large triangular forest of black think curly pubic hair underneath the roll of fat that fell over his belly button. Trying to maintain an air of some normality, which was not easy in the situation, I casually asked Stuart: "You still want to see Lucy with no clothes on?"
"I'm shy:" she responded feigning embarrassment.
Stuart nodded: "Yeeaaah." "Lucy, you got to." She looked at me and winked surreptitiously then turned to Stuart:
"You're not gonna make me take everything off are you?" Stuart looked at my topless wife's pert breasts and sniggered: "Yeeaaah, you got to."
Unsteadily Lucy stood up, then and unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.
"Keep going," I encouraged her. Like a born actress Lucy blushed with false self-consciousness as she slid her tights down her long slender legs.
"Keep going;" shouted Stuart excitedly. She turned her back on us as she slid her pink cotton panties down and stood out of them as they lay discarded on the floor.
"I can see your bum!" screeched Stuart agitated. Indeed Lucy has the loveliest pert bum cheeks I?ve seen.
"Go on, turn round!" I shouted but she refused.
"Turn round!" Shouted Stuart excitedly.
Slowly Lucy turned to reveal her full beauty. She has lovely pert 34 C breasts with small buff coloured nipples. She's really slim but curvy with all her ribs showing, beneath which her flat tummy and beneath that a large triangle of strawberry blonde pubic hair. She leant over me and whispered again in my ear.
I related the message to Stuart: 'she wants to play with your willy."
His cock was still hidden between his tightly pursed legs.
"Are you going to let her play with it?"
Stuart opened his legs to reveal his flaccid lengthy member dangling down. Lucy knelt down in front of Stuart, took his cock and began to massage and rub it. Stuart lent back into the sofa and gasped, his cock inflated to a good 8 or 9 inches in almost an instant.
"Feels nice, doesn"t it?" I enquired.
Stuart nodded. Watching my wife working so industriously on this boy?s dick, right there in front of me brought home to me my disability. That should be my cock she?s playing with; not his! Then I watched her open her mouth and drop down onto his fleshy pole and begin sucking on it hard. I started to feel queasy but battled against my instincts. "Is she giving you lots of nice feelings Stuart?" I enquired.
Gasping and sighing, Stuart nodded.
"Lucy's trying to get baby making juice out of your willy, so just relax and enjoy the nice feelings until it comes out."
It was obvious this had completely gone over Stuart's head; nevertheless he slouched down the sofa letting my wife rub up and down his thick cock and then suck on it. Her face was a picture of adoration as she looked upon her handiwork, which didn?t make me feel any better. Eventually he began to grunt and then watched totally in total awe as his dick exuded squirt after squirt of thick white cum. It was obvious this was the first time Stuart's cock had ever performed this undertaking. Lucy looked down at her handiwork with pride:
"This stuff here is what makes babies." Stuart looked down at the mess on his belly, then up at Lucy, scarcely able to take it in. Then Lucy took a tissue and started cleaning his dick. She asked him:
"Do you know where babies come from Stuart?"
"From mums" he replied matter of factly.
"Right" replied Lucy: "But do you know how they get inside mums?"
Poor Stuart had no idea so he shook his head vigorously.
"Do you want to know how to make a baby?"
Stuart nodded. She started once again to rub his cock back to full erection then she took his hand and guided it to between her legs.
"There's a hole between my legs - put your finger inside it."
Very tentatively Stuart pointed at her awaiting vagina and pushed his finger slowly up inside it right up to his knuckle.
"Oooh!" Gasped Lucy; that's nice."
Stuart beamed that he was able to reciprocate the good feelings Lucy had given his fleshy tool.
"That's where babies come out of," informed Lucy: "Amazing isn"t it?"
Stuart nodded whilst concentrating on wriggling his finger around my wife's love tunnel.
Suddenly Stuart pulled his finger away: "Ugh! It's all wet!"
"It's supposed to be wet silly," replied Lucy: "That's so you can slide in and out of me without making me sore."
Slowly Stuart returned his finger inside Lucy's moist tunnel. She then took hold of his cock again and began sliding her fingers delicately along its length. Then she lifted herself off the sofa and laid on the floor with her legs agape. Her moist alluring pussy slit opened invitingly. Poor Stuart looked at Lucy puzzled.
'stuart, can you try and lay on top of me," she asked.
"I want you to push your hard willy right up inside my hole."
Stuart looked at me puzzled; I nodded my consent. Obediently he knelt down like she asked and then he positioned himself in front of my wife and tried to point his cock at her anticipating snatch but it waved around. Lucy reached, grabbed it and pointed it at its target, and then I watched as Stuart touched her entrance and then started to lower it deep inside my wife's pink pulsing glory hole. From her expression, Lucy was entering elation, it was obvious this is what she had been starved of for so long and now she was about to go on a feeding frenzy!
"Oooh!" She exclaimed: "That feels lovely inside of me."
Stuart looked totally bewildered, unsure of what was happening, so I patted him on his back and reassured him:
"Good man. You?re doing a good job." He smiled back at me awkwardly.
"Right Stewart," Lucy instructed; "I want you to slide your hard willy up and down inside my hole."
Stuart looked down at her, concentrating hard on the task in hand, then he grunted and Lucy scowled:
"Put it back in and try again!"
I strained to see what was happening but my view of the point of fusion was blocked by Stuart's large frame. It took another four attempts before Stuart was able to fuck my wife with any rhythm and without his cock slipping out.
"That's it. Good boy; you're doing it."
Very slowly and tentatively at first, Stuart slid his cock up and down my wife's hot mushy tunnel.
"Now try a bit faster Stuart," she urged.
Steadily he increased the pace; soon he learnt that if he slammed hard into Lucy she squealed in glee. Unfortunately he didn"t have the dexterity to maintain this as a rhythm but given this was the first time he"d even been close to a girl, this was a brave effort. What he lacked in expertise, he certainly made up for in both length and girth.
Lucy soon built up to a climatic crescendo: "Don"t stop; don"t stop!"
Stuart must have misunderstood her and he stopped immediately. Lucy struggled out from underneath Stuart, lay him on the carpeted floor and then lowered herself down onto him, impaling her pussy onto his fleshy rod and then bounced up and down until she achieved her coveted orgasm. Then she knelt down on her hands and knees and tried to show Stuart how to fuck her 'doggy style.' After receiving a lot of instruction, cajoling and demonstration, eventually Stuart managed to get the hang of the activity Lucy was trying to get him to perform. I then sat and watched Stuart pound his long stump into my wife from behind until he stopped to inform us:
"Coming."
"Don"t stop!" Screeched Lucy: "Keep going until it comes into me."
Stuart resumed pumping my Lucy; soon she was shaking her head vigorously as she reached another orgasm. Minutes later Stuart's breathing was punctuated with loud grunts as I watched him inject his hot white seed deep into my Lucy's womb. After reminding him not to tell anyone about what he"d done that night, we waved goodbye to Stuart and watched him walk off down the street towards his house. Lucy gave me a squeeze: "Love; that was brilliant!"
Tears cascaded down my cheeks; I couldn"t respond.
"He"ll need a lot of practice and teaching but I think Stuart will be very satisfactory. I really enjoyed that and I think he liked it: don"t you?"
I ignored the question unable to respond without giving away the distress I felt. I'm imprisoned in this defunct body, like a fly cocooned in a spider's web, forced to watch that mentally retarded boy satisfy my wife's carnal desires for me. Mid-morning most days, the doorbell rings out loud and shrill. There on the doorstep stands Stuart, grinning to me, totally oblivious as to how I feel about his activities with my wife.
"Is Lucy in?" He enquires: I nod.
"Can I come in and play with her?"
I then reverse my wheelchair so he can enter. Lucy knows how I feel about this situation so she takes Stuart into our bedroom and closes the door behind them but I can still hear them grunting and panting together and the thump of the headboard against the wall as well as the straining of the springs on our bed. I usually sit in my wheelchair willing them to hurry and finish, picturing Stuart's huge cock sliding up and down my lovely wife's delightful love tunnel. I don"t think I"ll ever get used to this; the hurt of what's happening in that room is sickening psychological torture. It takes me all the strength of mind I have to say goodbye to Stuart as he leaves our house with a wide smug grin from ear to ear of his white chubby face.
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