Chapter 1 – The Accident and the Aftermath
Shelly woke up slowly, feeling very groggy and hazy as she tried to make out where she was. “Am I in a hospital?” she wondered as her vision cleared. “What am I doing in a hospital?” She tried to move and winced from a sharp pain in her left leg. Looking down she was it was elevated and in a cast from her hip to below her knee. “What the fuck?” she mumbled.
“Oh, good you’re awake!” said a voice. “I’ll get the nurse.” She turned her head toward where the sound came from and saw a man she didn’t recognize turning to leave the room. He returned a moment later, smiling broadly with a young nurse in tow. “Hi Baby!” he whispered. “Do you remember what happened?”
She looked at him confused as the nurse took her vitals and raised the head of the bed a little. She poured tepid water into a glass and offered it. Shelly took a sip and looked around, trying to orient herself. “What happened?” she asked.
“You were in an accident,” he said. “You were riding your bike home from work and a car clipped you. The cops got him and he’s been charged.”
“Oh,” she said, still disoriented but her world was coming slowly back into focus. “Um, who are you?”
“Shelly! You know who I am!” the man said.
“Sorry, I don’t,” she replied. She felt her head and winced again as she touched the row of stitches along her hairline. “Shelly. Is that my name?” The man’s face dropped. The doctors had warned him she might have some memory loss and he thought he’d prepared himself for it but he knew now he was wrong. He sighed and reached into a bag at his feet, taking out an iPad.
“Your name is Michelle Easton, your friends call you Shelly. I am your husband, Mark. We’ve been married for three years.” He turned the iPad to show her the photo of them at their wedding.
“I’m sorry, Mark, is it? I have no memory of any of this.” She sobbed and brought her hands to her face. “What is wrong with me?”
“You were in an accident and your head got hit very hard. The doctors say you certainly have a very bad concussion and that you might have some memory loss but that as you heal everything should come back to you,” he said. He reached out his hand and held it, not squeezing too tightly. “They should be here shortly to examine you now that you’re awake.”
“What’s wrong with my leg?” she asked.
“Broken femur, just above the knee. It was a clean break and should heal normally. You also have a lot of scrapes and bruises and those will heal as well. The biggest concern is your head, that will likely take the longest time to heal.” He squeezed her hand again.
“Oh my!” she whispered. “How long have I been here?”
“Three days,” he said. “Your accident was on Thursday, it’s Sunday afternoon.”
“Oh,” she teared up again. “I’m sorry.” She started to cry and he wiped her face with a soft cloth.
“It’s okay, Baby, it will be okay.”
She peppered him with questions for a few minutes until two doctors, one male, and one female entered the room. “Good afternoon, Shelly, I’m Doctor Garvey, this is Doctor Hastings,” the female doctor said. “I’m the surgeon who performed the operation to set your leg while he stitched you up. Do you remember anything about your accident?”
She shook her head. “No, sorry, I don’t.” She pointed at her husband, “He said I was riding my bike home from work and got hit by a car.”
“Ah so your short-term memory seems intact, that’s a very good thing,” the doctor said. “We’re going to examine you now and a specialist will be in in a little while to talk to you.” The two doctors poked and prodded at her, eliciting a few winces and groans as they moved her arms and other leg. “Everything seems to be okay for now,” she said. “You’re probably going to be stuck in this bed for at least a few more days because of the break in your leg. You have a catheter in so if you feel the need to pee, just let it go. You must be hungry!”
“I’m starving!” she exclaimed.
“Nurse, can we get a little something for Shelly?” The nurse nodded and left. “Now young lady, listen carefully. You are going to be laid up for a while but if you listen to our instructions and take all the medications we prescribe for you, you will heal. Understand?”
Shelly nodded. “How long?”
“Two to three months I suspect. Longer if you try to overdo things. The femur is the longest, thickest and hardest bone in your body so it takes the longest time to heal. Your head x-rays and scans show no permanent damage to your skull but your brain got racked around pretty hard, that’s the reason for the memory loss but there’s no reason to suspect your memories won’t return. So just relax as best you can and let us take care of you. If you have any questions, just ask or better yet write them down. Okay?”
“Thank you, Doctor Garvey,” she said. The doctors left and she looked at her husband. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” Mark asked.
“Sorry I can’t remember you,” she said, wiping her nose. “It’s weird, I can remember how to talk and think but I just can’t remember people, places or things. Like I know this is a bed and it has sheets and pillows, I know I’m in a hospital and what it means to have a broken leg and a concussion but I just can’t remember anything about my life.” She started crying and he stood up and bent over her.
“It’s okay,” he said as he hugged her. “The doctors said your memories should come back, it will just take time.” He hugged her again, “Don’t worry, I’ll be here for as long as it takes.”
“I just wish I knew who you are,” she said. “It’s obvious that you love me but I don’t know who you are or how you fit into my life!” She sighed deeply and squeezed his hand. “this must be awful for you.”
“It is, but I have faith that you will come back to me. I have to, the alternative doesn’t bear thinking about.” He kissed her forehead and smiled at her.
“I hope so,” she said. They held hands and talked for the rest of the afternoon and evening. After supper, a nurse came in and sat down.
“We just heard from Dr. Stevens, the neurologist who will be taking care of you, he’ll be here tomorrow. Mr Easton, he asked that you bring in anything you can that might help Shelly remember, pictures, videos, letters, yearbooks, or anything like that. He said he’s going to start with the most recent things and work backwards until we find something that you remember.”
“I was hoping I could stay here tonight,” Mark said. “You know, in case she wakes up and remembers something.”
“Sir, your wife is under 24-hour watch, there is always a nurse less than 20 feet away. If she wakes up and wants to see you, we will call you. Do you live nearby?”
“About a half hour away,” he said.
“It’s okay, Mark, please do what they ask. I’ll be fine. I’m pretty tired anyway and I doubt I’ll wake up with the medication I’m on. Go home and get the things they’re asking for.” She squeezed his hand. “Look, I know you love me and I wish I could remember where those things are. Come back in the morning and we can start fresh.”
“Okay, he said. “Can I kiss you? Would that be okay?”
She smiled, “Yes, please!” He leaned down and watched her eyes, expecting them to close but they remained open, locked on his as their lips met. “Mmm, that was nice!” she whispered.
“Good night, Sweetie,” he said and he waited for her to respond. “This is where you say ‘Good night Sweetie’ back to me.”
“Oh, sorry! Good night, Sweetie!” She smiled and watched as he left.
The nurse checked her vitals and recorded them on her chart. “Is there anything else I can get for you?”
“My memory back?” Shelly said.
“You haven’t lost your sense of humour—that’s good!” The nurse smiled. You’ll need it.” She fussed with the bedcovers. You may not think so right now, but you are very lucky. Your injuries could have been a lot worse.” She pointed at the door to her room. That man loves you very much. You’re going to need him too.”
“I know, I just wish I had some idea who he is,” she said.
“You will,” the nurse said. She turned the lights down low, “If you need anything just press the call button, someone will be with you right away. Good night.”
Shelly settled in to get as comfortable as she could with the large cast on her leg and the bandage on her head. She tried to think of the last thing she could remember but all that kept coming into her head was her sitting at a table eating apple pie for dessert. She couldn’t see what sort of room it was, only the pie, the plate and the fork were in focus. She finally drifted off to sleep.
When she awoke she had a splitting headache. She fumbled to find the call button and the same nurse who had tucked her in the night before was in the room within seconds. “Good morning, Shelly, how are you this morning?”
“My head hurts!” she complained.
“That’s to be expected,” the nurse said, taking her vitals and recording them. “I’ll order something for your headache. We have to be very careful with your meds due to your head injury. In a little while, we’ll get you cleaned up, and you can have breakfast.”
“Good, I’m famished!” she said. She shifted as the nurse raised the head of her bed and winced at the pain in her leg. “Fuck that hurts!” She realized that she had sworn and apologized to the nurse. “Sorry!”
“It’s okay! I can’t even imagine how uncomfortable you are!” She left the room, returning a few minutes later with a pill cup and some water. “I’m Samantha, you can call me Sam if you like. I’m going off shift soon and Angela will be here to take care of you today.”
“Thanks, Sam, for everything,” she said.
Shelly scarfed down the blander than bland breakfast which only served to take the edge off her hunger. “Can I have some coffee?” she asked.
“Sorry,” her new nurse, Angela, said. “No caffeine just yet. The best I can do is some more juice. Doctor’s orders.”
“Fuck!” she muttered.
“Sam said you have a potty mouth!” Angela giggled. “It’s okay, we hear all sorts of things from our patients!” She left and returned with another cup of orange juice, “So you remember that you like coffee, that’s good! What do you take in it?”
“Are you going to get me some?” Shelly asked hopefully.
“No, I can’t, I just wanted to see if you remembered how you like it,” she said.
“Cream, three sugars.” She wondered for a moment. “Why can I remember that but not my husband?”
“That’s a question for the neurologist,” Angela said. “But it’s good that you can remember that.” She made a note on the chart. “Is there anything else you can remember? Favourite foods? Favourite music? Things you like to do or don’t?”
“I love most foods, but I don’t like spicy food much. I love anything with a strong beat that I can dance to. Dry white wine and fruity rum drinks are my favourite, my husband likes beer.” She stopped. “I can remember that he likes beer but not who he is, how fucked up is that?”
“The brain is a mysterious thing,” Angela said. She left and returned a few minutes later with a notepad and a pen. “Write down as many things as you can remember. Anything at all, even if you think it’s embarrassing. The more information we can give to the neurologist, the more focused your treatment can be.”
Shelly nodded and picked up the pad. She started writing things down quickly and then stopped suddenly when she realized she was starting to write down the things she enjoyed sexually. She hesitated and then flipped the page over to a fresh one and began making a list.
Sucking cock.
Masturbating.
Women. Men.
Multiple partners.
Having cum licked from my body.
“I’m a slut,” she thought. She felt a warmth between her legs and looked around to see if anyone was watching before slipping her hand down over her round tummy to her pussy. She felt the short stubble and remembered that she had an appointment at the spa that week. She loved having her pussy smooth and bare.
She traced a slow circle around her clit and sighed at the comfortable feeling it gave her. She slid one finger on either side of the firm little button, squeezing it as she pressed her fingers together. She rubbed herself slowly for a few moments before sliding her two fingers inside herself finding her G-Spot and pressing against it. Another soft moan escaped her lips and she opened her eyes to find Mark standing there, staring at her.
“Don’t stop!” he whispered as he turned to close the sliding glass door to her room and draw the blinds so outsiders couldn’t see inside. He turned back to her and came over to kiss her lips. “I love watching you play with yourself, it’s one of our favourite things to do!”
“Feels so good!” she whispered. He watched the sheet move as she fucked herself, her breathing quickening and her face turning red. The vitals monitor beeped more rapidly as her heart rate rose, if she was being monitored the way the nurses said she was, they would know exactly what was happening. She decided she didn’t care, she needed to cum and that was all that mattered in the here and now.
“That’s it, Baby, fuck that pussy!” Her husband whispered. His hand slipped under her gown and squeezed her breast. She moaned more loudly at the sensation as he teased her nipple with a firm pinch.
“Fuck! Gonna cum!” she whispered hoarsely. She winced in pain as her body stiffened and her leg ached as she raised her bum up off the sheet and her orgasm released. Her husband kissed her deeply to stifle the noise she involuntarily made every time he came. Her hand came up to her face and she licked her pussy juice from her fingers before offering them to him. They kissed again, sharing her taste with him. “Fuck, I needed that!” she whispered.
They looked at each other and smiled as they listened to the beeps on the monitor over her bed slow and the numbers for her pulse and respiration rates dropped to normal levels. A few minutes later, they heard a tap on the door and listened to it slide open. Angela came in and smiled at them both but said nothing as she made a few notations on the chart.
“Your doctor will be in shortly and after he does his rounds, the neurologist will be in to see you.”
“Thank you, Angela,” she said. “This is my husband, Mark, or at least that’s what he says he is!”
“Hi Mark, nice to meet you,” Angela said. She smiled and looked at her patient, “So no new memories?”
“Plenty,” Shelly said. “I’ve written most of them down.” Forgetting the naughty things she had written, she handed the notepad to the nurse.
“I see,” Angela smiled. She tore the page off the pad and handed it to her. “You might want to keep this page private!” She turned and left.
“Oh my God! I’m so embarrassed!” Shelly whispered. “She knows exactly what happened!”
“So what?” Mark said. “Just because people are in hospital doesn’t stop them from being perpetually horny! I’m sure they see all sorts of things in here!”
“Am I perpetually horny?” Shelly asked.
“Oh yeah!” Mark laughed. “We have sex every day, sometimes two or three times a day!”
“Really?” she asked. He nodded.
“And you masturbate at least once a day as well. Sometimes just with your fingers but usually you use one of your toys.”
“How many toys do I have?” she asked. He smiled and pulled up a photo on his phone of her collection. “Holy fuck!” she mumbled. “Am I a slut?”
“When you want to be, yes,” he said. “Do you want me to tell you all the things we’ve done over the past five years?”
“Is that how long we’ve been together?” she asked.
“Just over five years,” he said. “We’ve been married for almost three. In that time, we have had a number of threesomes, a few foursomes, we’ve swapped partners and just last summer, you had a boyfriend that you went on vacation with for two weeks.”
“Fuck right off!” she whispered loudly. “I am a slut!”
“You’re my slut!” he whispered. “Would you like me to tell you about it, or would you like to read the letters you wrote me in which you described all the things you did together?”
“You are okay with that?” she asked, not believing what she was hearing.
“We have an open marriage,” he said. “We share each other with other people but never without each other’s knowledge and permission. We are both free to engage with other people we find attractive but I have to say, you have a lot more luck than I do in that department.”
“And you’re okay with that?” she asked again.
“We don’t keep score. All that matters is pure pleasure and when we’re done, we come back to each other and share all the details.”
“Holy fuck!” she whispered. She wanted to continue the conversation but the doctor arrived to examine her.
The rest of the morning was taken up with examinations and x-rays of her head and leg. “Everything looks good,” the doctor said as he examined the film. He looked at her closely. “The nurse tells me you had a spike in your heart rate and breathing this morning. It’s okay but try to keep it to once a day, if your blood pressure gets too high too often it could hamper your recovery.” He smiled knowingly and she blushed.
The neurologist arrived just after lunch and examined her. Together they talked about the things she remembered and the things she didn’t. They went through the photos that Mark had brought with him and suddenly she grabbed his arm. “I remember that couple!”
“You should, That’s your best friend, Maggie and her husband, DJ. They were at our wedding,” Mark said.
“Oh,” she said. Then she remembered another detail about them, “Oh, yes, I remember that.” She looked at Mark and squeezed his hand.
“That’s good,” the neurologist said. “Now we have a starting point. Over the next few days, we’re going to develop some exercises to help you start remembering other people and events in your life. Is there anything special that you remember about them?”
She almost said that she remembered that they shared their wedding night with the attractive couple but she stopped herself. “Maggie and I have been friends since high school.” She left out that Maggie had been her first female lover and that DJ and Mark had double-teamed her on their wedding night while she kissed and licked Maggie’s pussy.
“Good,” the doctor said. “I’ll leave you for now, I’ll be back tomorrow. Until then, just try to relax and let your body heal.”
“I remember Maggie and DJ,” she whispered.
“You should!” Mark said. “You claimed that DJ’s cock was the best you’d ever had and Maggie can eat pussy better than anyone!”
“You and DJ did a DP on me, didn’t you?” He nodded.
“And you fucking loved it! You screamed so loud the people in the next room called the cops!”
“Oh, my God, I am a fucking slut!” she whispered.
“And then there was that couple we met on the cruise ship on our honeymoon!”
“I remember!” she said, holding her hands about none or ten inches apart. “He was fucking huge!”
“And you took him in your throat like it was nothing!” he reminded her.
“Fuck, I’m horny again!” she groaned. Her hand snuck back under the covers but he stopped her.
“You’ve already had your once-a-day!” he reminded her.
“Fuck’s sake!” she grumbled.
“It’s funny, you remember DJ fucking you that night and Maggie going down on you but you don’t remember me,” he said.
“I remember having a cock in my ass while I was riding DJ,” she said. “Was that you?”
“It was,” he said.
“So you would have been behind me at that point, I wouldn’t have been able to see you.”
“I guess,” he said. “I just thought it was strange that you can remember all these other people you’ve fucked and not me.”
“I’m not doing it on purpose!” she whispered. “I can’t help it.”
“I know, but that doesn’t make it any easier,” he said. He kissed her softly. “Tell me, when you were masturbating earlier and I kissed you, did you feel anything?”
“Other than how hot it was? No, I’m sorry. I just wanted to be kissed in that moment, I didn’t care who kissed me.”
“Ouch, I was hoping there might be a spark,” he said.
“You said earlier that we told each other everything, I assume that means we have complete honesty with each other, right?”
“Yes, that is true and it’s very important.” He kissed her again, “Never lie to me, no matter how much you think it will hurt.”
“I won’t,” she said. “Can I tell you something?” He nodded. “I don’t know if I love you but I do like you a lot! And you are a very good kisser!” She smiled and he smiled back. “I’m looking forward to when you can fuck me again!”
“I’m looking forward to that too!” he said.
She was released from hospital after a week-long stay. Every day, Mark came to be with her and they talked about their lives as she slowly regained her memories. He helped her from their SUV into the wheelchair they’d rented for her recovery and as she entered their house, her face brightened. “I remember this!” she said excitedly. She looked around to the furniture and pictures and the first thing that came to mind as she saw each piece was the erotic connection she had to each one. “Did we ever do anything other than fuck other people?” she asked.
“Of course we did!” he replied. “We did all sorts of things!”
“Then why is it that I can only remember the sex stuff? I mean, I remember us fucking in that chair. I remember me kneeling on the floor here to give you a blow job. I remember Maggie eating my pussy as I lay on the table. I can’t remember anything but the sex stuff.”
“I wish I could answer that question for you,” he said forlornly. “I mean, I’m thrilled that you remember me at all but I have to say I’m a little disappointed that the only memory of me you have is when we have sex.”
“Baby steps, I guess.” She beckoned him down for a kiss.
He knew it would be a while before he could get her upstairs to their bedroom so he set up the small room off the living room they usually used for his home office as her bedroom in the meantime. They had a nurse coming in daily to look after her personal care until she was able to get around well enough to shower on her own, the cost of which was covered jointly by their health insurance and the insurance company of the driver who had hit her. They extended that offer on the condition she wouldn’t sue beyond what his policy covered and she had accepted.
Mark tucked her into bed and they lay together for the first time in over a week, holding hands and whispering to each other. “Why are we whispering?” she wondered aloud. “We’re alone, no one can hear us, why are we whispering?”
“I don’t know, we just got into that habit while you were in the hospital I guess!” He smiled. “It’s good to have you home!”
“It’s good to be home!” she said. “Do me a favour?”
“Anything?” he said.
“Get our toy box out, my pussy needs filling up!” He kissed her and went upstairs to retrieve it. He set it on the bed and opened it and she put her finger on her chin as she wondered which of the two dozen or so items she wanted to slide into her cunt. “This one, I think!” He picked it up and turned away, “Where are you going?”
“To clean it of course!” he said.
“Oh, yeah, good idea!” she giggled and as she waited she let her hands slip down to prepare herself. He returned and kissed her.
“How do you want to do this?” he asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Do you want me to fuck you with it or do you want to do it yourself or should we do it together?”
“Oh, together, I think!” she whispered. She opened her legs as far as her cast would comfortably allow and helped him guide the toy toward her pussy. He rubbed it along her wet opening to slick it up before placing it against her delicate pink folds. “What are you waiting for?” she asked, her voice hoarse.
“You have to beg for it!” he whispered. “Beg me to push this hard thick cock inside your hit cunt!”
“Please, Mark! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy with that long thick cock!” she begged and he obliged. Her hand covered his and together they slid the toy in and out, slowly at first then gaining pace and depth as her arousal built. “Rub my little clitty!” she purred and he let go of the toy to do as she asked. He rubbed and she fucked herself, her moans and sighs turning to screams and cries as her orgasm built to its peak and washed over her. She knew that when her body stiffened and twisted her leg would hurt but she didn’t care, she needed that sweet release that only an orgasm could give her.
“OH FUCK YES!” she screamed and her pussy flooded her hand as she squirted out her cum. He slipped two fingers in beside the toy and she came again, a bit less forcefully than the first but no less loudly as she cursed and swore for him to fuck her wet cunt. One more violent spasm and she started to relax, twisting her fingers with his as she brought them up to their mouths for them to lick clean. “Damn, I taste good!” she moaned as she savoured it.
“You taste delicious!” he agreed. They cuddled and kissed for a bit and then he guided her hand to his cock. “Any chance of me getting a little attention?”
“Of course!” she said. She had shown him the list she had made and he had commented that she put ‘sucking cock’ at the top of the list. She rolled onto her side and he stood beside the bed. She moved to the edge and played with his cock as she pulled it toward her mouth. It wasn’t the most comfortable position she’d ever been in but neither of them cared at this point. He needed to cum and she needed to help him get there.
He did most of the work, moving his hips so his cock slid in and out. He grasped her hair to force himself deeper and she protested. “What? You love taking me in your throat!” he said.
“It’s just this position isn’t good for that. Another time, Baby, I promise!” It was the first time since her accident that she’d used any term of endearment towards him. She opened wide and he fed his cock back into her mouth. Her head bobbed slightly as he moved as she placed her hand on his hip to keep him from pushing too deeply. He groaned loudly and pulled back just in time for his jizz to spurt onto her face. Some of it got into her hair and onto her chest before she took him back into her mouth to finish the job. He urged her onto her back and came up to kiss her.
“Can I clean you?” he asked.
“If you like?” she smiled at him. He bent to kiss her and between kisses, she stopped him. “Do you always do this?”
“Sometimes,” he said. “Sometimes I feed it you with my fingers and sometimes I just use my mouth to clean off what I can. We always share my cum.”
“And when you cum inside me, do you clean that up as well?”
“Usually,” he said. “Unless we’re with someone else and they want to do it.”
“And do you clean up another woman’s pussy?”
“If she wants me to. Usually, you get to do that.” He looked at her waiting for her next question.
“Is there anything we haven’t tried?” she asked. He shook his head.
“We tried a few things we didn’t like but we have enjoyed most of the things we’ve done,” he said.
“What didn’t we like?” she asked.
“I didn’t like it when you tied me to a chair and fucked three guys one after the other.”
“Did I like that?”
“You fucking loved it but I didn’t. I am fine with watching you fuck as many guys as you like or as many women for that matter, I just didn’t like being tired up.”
“Oh, and what about me, what didn’t I like?”
“There was one guy who wanted to piss on you, I thought you were going to kill him!”
“Fuck, that’s gross!” she spat. “What’s the craziest thing we’ve done?”
“That’s easy. I watched you fuck eleven guys one after the other. They fucked your pussy and your ass and you sucked all their cocks in a glorious gang bang! You made me promise we would do that again someday!”
“And what were you doing while eleven guys had their way with me?”
“I watched,” he said. “I fetched you drinks and food when you took a break and I licked their cum from your body and kissed you while they fucked you from behind. We have a video if you want to see it!”
“We have video of us having sex?” she asked.
“And pictures, lots of them!” he said. He left and returned with a laptop. He got into bed beside her and set it across her lap. “This laptop is only for our videos and pictures. It has never been connected to the internet and it never will be, I’ve disabled the wireless and the internet port. We also have everything backed up to an external drive. I back everything up about every six months and erase them from the laptop.”
She clicked on the folder and saw a long list of files. “So all of this is just the last six months?”
“About seven months actually,” he said. “I was going to do a backup and then you had your accident.”
“Holy fuck, we’ve been busy!” she breathed. She clicked on a video file and watched as she and a red-haired woman pleasured each other in a hot sixty-nine, using dildos to fuck each other’s pussies as they licked and suckled on each other’s clits. “Fuck that hot!” she breathed as her hand went to her cunt.
She watched that one for a while and stopped it. “Here, watch this one!” he pointed and she clicked on it. The video was dark but she could see a full-figured woman being serviced by three men. She rode one of them while a second fucked her ass and the third fucked her mouth. “You fucking loved being airtight!” he whispered as his hand moved over top of hers.
“It looks like I was having fun!” she said. “Wait, that guy underneath me, I remember him!”
“That’s Tommy, he’s the drummer. These guys are all in a band that we went to see. After their show, we invited them to join us and you fucked all five of them!”
“Where are the other two?” she asked.
“Recovering!” he laughed. “You fucked them first and after they filled your pussy and your mouth, I cleaned you up and you fucked the other three!”
“Did you clean me up after that too?”
“Wait for it!” he said. They watched as one after the other the three men came inside her body. Then a lithe blonde moved into the frame and licked her pussy clean while her husband shared the cum of the guy who came in her mouth. “That’s Candi, the singer. You wanted to fuck just her at first but she wouldn’t do it unless you fucked the rest of the band first. After we cleaned you all up, the rest of the guys and I left you two there. I went home and the band went I don’t know where. I picked you up the next morning and you told me all about your night with her.”
“Holy fuck!” Shelly whispered. “Just when I think I won’t be shocked at anything you show me something or tell me a story and I’m surprised all over again!”
“You know what you love the most?” he asked. She shook her head. “You love it when you’re with another guy or it’s two or three of us and we’ve got all your holes filled and I call you nasty names.”
“Like what?” she asked. Her fingers were flying against her clit by this point and she was getting close.
“Like how you’re my slut and my whore and how you love to be a cum dump for any man that will have you!” he rasped. His hand was flying too as he jacked himself.
“Of FUCK!” she groaned as she came once again. “FUCK! MY LEG IT FUCKING HURTS!”
He stopped masturbating and moved to look at her leg still encased in the cast. “Are you okay?”
“I’ll be fine!” she gasped, her breathing ragged and her face flushed. “It’s just when I cum, my body tenses up and I put pressure on my leg! It fucking hurts!”
“You’re sure you’re okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” she said. She reached out and grasped his cock. “Let me finish that for you!”
She finished him as promised and watched as he cleaned his cum up off her round tummy. They kissed afterward, sharing it between them as they always did. She looked at him and smiled before pulling him in for a hug.
“Have I always been fat?” she asked.
“You’re not fat,” he protested. “Sure, you’re no stick figure model but I wouldn’t call you fat! I love your curves!”
“I think I’m fat,” she said. “I look like a whale in those videos!”
“No you most certainly do not!” he growled, becoming angry with her. “Where’s this coming from? You never complained about the way you look before! Why now?”
“I don’t know, I just don’t like how I look in the videos.” She looked at him plainly. “Can you honestly say you don’t ever wish I was thinner?”
“I can honestly say that,” he said. “I love you just the way you are and I wouldn’t change you for anything! I love how you are round in all the right places and how your waist flares out to your hips. I love your round face and your perfect breasts!”
“I still think I’m fat!” she said, pinching the small roll at her waist. “If I lost a bunch of weight, would you love me less?”
“No, I wouldn’t. Your body is just the container for the amazing, sexy woman you are! I love it but I also love your heart and soul and especially your raging libido! You have taken me beyond the edge of what I thought was ever possible and I hope we keep doing that forever. If you want to lose some weight, I’m all in for you and will do anything to make it happen. But If you do that, you better be doing it for you, not for me!”
“Okay, thank you,” she said. “When this cast comes off, I’m going to start.”
“If that’s what you want, Sweetie!”
The next morning he helped her with her morning routine and then he took her for a walk. As he pushed her wheelchair along, they encountered several people who knew them and while she remembered some of them, she didn’t remember others. Mark explained the circumstances each time which turned their half-hour walk into nearly 90 minutes. Just before they got home, they heard a car horn and then a silver sedan pulled to the curb beside them.
“Hi, Mark! Hi, Shelly!” the woman’s voice said as she got out.
“Maggie!” Shelly cried as her friend came over, bent down and hugged her before giving her a soft kiss. “How are you?”
“I’m better than you from the looks of things!” she said. “I heard about what happened but I didn’t want to impose until you are ready for company. I was on my way to our regular gym class and I just had to stop!”
“It’s so great to see you!” Shelly said. “How’s DJ?”
“DJ is fantastic, as you well know!”
“I remember,” Shelly said. “I don’t remember everything yet but my memory is coming back slowly. I do remember DJ though!”
“He sure remembers you!” Maggie said. “Do you by chance remember that we were supposed to get together the weekend you got hurt?”
“I remember we were going to dinner with someone but I couldn’t remember who,” she said. “Now that you mention it, it’s coming back to me!” They talked for a while and Shelly told her about how confusing it was that she could remember some things and not others.
“So how much longer will you have this cast on?” Maggie asked.
“Not sure, another six weeks at least. And then maybe another cast after that and physio. It’ll be a year or so before I’m completely healed.”
“Well, when you’re up for it, DJ and I are happy to take a rain check!” She bent to kiss her friend again before hugging Mark and kissing him as well. “I’ll give DJ your best!”
“You can try but he always said my best was better than your best!” Shelly growled, sotto voce.
“He did, didn’t he!” She looked at her friend, “I can’t wait to taste you again!”
“Right back at you, Sister!” Shelly said. They watched as she got into her car, waved and took off. “Mark?”
“Yes, Sweetie?”
“Take me home and fuck me! My pussy needs some real cock!”
“Anything you say, Sweetie!”
It took a fair bit of contortion for him to get his cock inside her without putting too much pressure on her right thigh but they managed it, after which he licked her pussy clean of all residue. “God, I missed having hard cock in my cunt!” she breathed as they lay beside each other recovering.
A month after her accident, she had to go back to the hospital for more tests and X-rays to check the healing progress of her leg. “Things are looking good!” the doctor said. “Three more weeks and this cast can come off. We’ll see then if we need a smaller cast or if we can just go with supporting bandaging.”
“That is good news!” Shelly said.
“How’s your memory coming?” he asked.
“Little by little it’s getting better,” she said. “I still don’t remember everything but more and more is coming back to me.”
“Good! See you in three weeks!” He turned and left and she reached out to take Mark’s hand.
“There is something good that’s come out of this,” she said.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“I’ve gotten to fall in love with you all over again!” she said as she pulled him down for a kiss.
“Really?” he gasped. “You don’t know how much it means to hear you say that!”
“Well it’s true,” she said. “I still don’t remember a lot of things but I do remember you now and I remember that I loved you before the accident. Then I didn’t know if I did or not and now I do.” She kissed him again. “Take me home and make love to me!”
“I’ll do my best!” he whispered.
Mark asked Shelly what the first thing she wanted to do after her cast was removed. “Go to the spa and get waxed!” she exclaimed.
“Do you have an appointment?” he asked.
“Not yet, the doctor isn’t certain that he won’t have to put a new cast on so I’m waiting.”
“Maybe you should make one, you can always cancel it if you can’t go,” he said.
“Have you always made so much sense?” she teased.
He gave as good as he got, “Not always, but I do have my moments!” He rolled her onto her back and kissed his way down her body, stopping at her now sparse bush. Ten years of waxing had removed most of her pubic hair permanently but there were still quite a few stubborn ones. “You definitely need that spa appointment!”
She laughed and closed her legs so that the cast dug into the side of his head. After a moment she relented and laid back to enjoy the feeling of his tongue on her clit and her favourite dildo in her pussy. She left him be for a while and then pulled his hair to bring him up to kiss her.
“Switch!” she whispered and he obliged, repositioning to resume eating her out while she took the length of his cock into her throat. Prior to her accident when they got into this position, she would be on top but now that her mobility was restricted, she had to be on the bottom. She decided that she liked having him feed his cock roughly into her throat just as much.
The next day the cast came off which was such a relief to Shelly. She could move again, walk almost normally and finally take a long hot bath! And she could climb on top of her husband and ride his cock into the sunset! She kept her spa appointment and instead of complaining of the discomfort of having her pubic hair ripped out by the roots, she relished it, knowing that soon her husband would kiss it all better. She pondered having her way with him before taking the bath but he convinced her to enjoy a long soak. He came in and washed her back and helped her wash and rinse her hair before helping her out of the tub. She was still a bit unsteady after not walking much for two months.
He dried her body and sat her at her make-up desk to dry her hair. He teased her with feather soft kisses as he did which heightened her arousal. “I love this!” she purred as he nuzzled her neck just below her ear. “I love you!”
He stopped and looked at her. “Are you saying you’re starting to remember me?” Her memories hadn’t fully recovered and the progress had slowed as time passed. The neurologist told her she might not fully recover them which made them both sad but that was the hand they were dealt.
“No, Sweetie, I don’t. But I’ve been thinking, it doesn’t matter. The one good thing about this whole deal is that I’ve gotten to know you and I’ve had the pleasure to fall in love with you all over again! “
She stood up and hugged him, “Now take me to bed or lose me forever!”
“That you remember!” he grinned as he led her over to their bed. She told him to lie on his back and she climbed on top of him, kissing her way down his body before taking him into her mouth. She tried to maintain eye contact as she sucked him but his eyes would close as often as hers. “I’ve still got it!” she thought as she kissed her way back up and swung her leg over his body.
She grasped his shaft and guided it to her opening before sliding slowly down onto him. Her eyes met his and she smiled. “You have no idea how good this feels!” she whispered as she just held herself onto him for a moment. She started rocking her hips slowly as she bent to kiss him. “I love the way your cock fits me just perfectly!” she breathed as her pace quickened. Soon she was riding him as hard as she dared as his hands found her breasts and pushed her more upright. She might not remember that this was her favourite position but she soon relearned it as he clit ground against his pubis and his cockhead rubbed against her G-Spot.
She hoped that they would orgasm together but he held out longer than she did. She felt the warmth spread as she came, her slick fluid running out of her and over his cock. Her movements became jerky and uneven as she tried to continue stimulating her magic spot with his cock to prolong the ecstasy. Twice more she came before he surged his hips into her and she felt the delicious warmth of his cum inside her.
Her movements slowed as she started to descend from that wonderful high that could only come from an orgasm. She opened her eyes and smiled at her husband, “Thanks! I needed that!”
“My pleasure!” he said. They kissed softly and cuddled, her voluptuous body weighing on his. “I love the feel of your body on mine, I’ve missed this!”
“Me too!” she whispered. She shifted her hips to avoid a cramp and he slipped out of her.
“We made a mess!” he said.
“Then perhaps I should clean you up!” she giggled and she went back down to collect as much of their cum as she could with her fingers and tongue. “That’s the worst of it!” she declared as she made her way clumsily up over his body and settled her pussy over his face. “Clean me!” she begged and soon her orgasm rose from within her again as he licked and suckled on her pussy and clit.
“God damn! You are so good at that!” she whispered.
“Maggie seems to think so!” he grinned.
“Speaking of which, we should invite her and DJ over soon. I have a craving to be double-stuffed!” That was a joke that they shared. One of her favourite snacks was double-stuffed cookies and when she made a joke about it, her mind automatically went deep into the gutter.
“Let’s make that happen!” he said. They lay together for a while and then got up and shared a long shower.
Shelly worked with her physiotherapist to get her leg back to its previous shape, not without some pain and discomfort as the muscles regrew and strengthened. She tried a new diet as well in an attempt to lose some weight despite her husband’s assurances that he thought she was perfect just as she was. She was commiserating with a woman that she’d during a meeting that she just couldn’t seem to get any weight off.
“I wouldn’t worry about it,” the woman said. “If he loves you the way you are, then why torture yourself? Just accept that you have what you have and make the most of it!”
“Why are you trying to lose weight then?” Shelly asked.
“So I don’t have a heart attack,” she said. “My family has a history and being overweight doesn’t help. Talk to your doctor, if you’re in good shape, and you look like you are from where I’m sitting, just go with it.”
“Okay, thanks!” Shelly said. She reached out and held her new friend’s hand and squeezed it.
When she got home she made an appointment to see her regular doctor to discuss her weight. He told her that while she could stand to lose twenty pounds or so, she was in generally good health, her blood pressure was excellent and the new exercise regimen her physiotherapist had her on should allow her to maintain a healthy weight. “Keep an eye on it and if you start to gain more than a few pounds come back and see me. Other than that, there’s no real medical reason you can’t maintain the weight you are.”
She went home and fixed a healthy supper for herself and Mark. After they ate and cleaned up, she took his hand and asked him to sit with her to talk.
“So I’ve been thinking and was wondering what you thought about maybe adding another couple of people to our playtime?”
“I think that’s an idea worth talking about,” he said. “Did you have anyone in particular in mind?”
“No one in particular,” she said. “Every since my accident, I’ve been having these dreams, very erotic dreams. I can’t remember ever having them before that but sometimes I wake up and I’m hyper-aroused, almost to the point of orgasm. Sometimes in those dreams, I’m having sex with people I don’t know or recognize!”
“Just men, or women or both?” he asked, his cock hardening. Aside from fucking her himself, his favourite thing was to watch her get fucked by other men.
“Both,” she said.
“Tell me about your most recent dream,” he said as his hand slipped between her thick thighs.
“You’ll like this one!” she smiled. “It started off with just one guy, a tall handsome man with a nice long thick cock. I sucked him to get him hard and then he took me from behind. Just as he was coming in my pussy, another man appeared in front of me with an even longer one. I sucked that one too and then he took the first guy’s place and filled my pussy up. It carried on like that for what seemed like hours, one guy after another who I would take in my mouth to get him hard and then he would fuck me from behind. When I woke up, I was exhausted and covered in sweat!”
“Where was I when you were having this dream?’ he asked.
“You weren’t in bed beside me, that’s all I know,” she said.
“That’s because I was sitting in the chair in our bedroom watching you. I knew you were having a naughty dream and I didn’t want to wake you.” He pulled her close for a long kiss. “I want to make that dream come true for you!”
“Seriously? You would do that for me?” she asked.
“I’ve done it before,” he said. “Come on, let’s go upstairs and I’ll tell you about it!” She smiled and followed him to their bedroom where they undressed each other and got into bed. “Remember that picture I showed you in the hospital, the one of Maggie and DJ?” She nodded. “It was your idea that they join us on our wedding night. We were in bed fantasizing and you said you wanted to have a wedding night you would never forget!” Her face darkened, “Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by that, it’s just a saying. Anyway, we had played with them once before and you said that you really liked them both so I asked them if they were up for it. And that’s how that happened, you fantasized about it out loud and I made it happen for you.”
“And you would make this fantasy come true for me as well?”
“I a fucking heartbeat!” he said. “I know you don’t remember me saying this before but I have many times. I will do anything for you if it makes you happy. And I do mean anything!”
“Oh, wow!” she breathed. “You said you let me go away with a guy on vacation for two weeks and that I wrote you letters describing what we did. Do we still have them?”
“Of course!” he said. He left her to go into their closet where he opened their safe.
“We have a safe in our closet?” she asked. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
“You didn’t ask,” he said.
“What do we keep in there?”
“Everything we don’t want anyone else to see or know about,” he said. He retrieved the letters and brought them to her. “They’re in order if you want to read from the beginning.”
