A Lasting Favor

He was my best friend and it just seemed right to allow him the permission to be with her if I was not around anymore. If the illness took me out of the picture, then I really wanted her to be with him. I told her what I was thinking and she just listened, standing at the foot of my bed with her arms crossed. When I was finished she came over and put her arms around my neck and held me tight.

"I understand," she whispered. I knew she cared for Josh, and I also knew that if I was gone she'd naturally go to him. What I wasn't sure of was if he knew how she felt, and if he did was he interested in being with her? I couldn't imagine him not being, since we had been so close over the years and he always seemed to have feelings for her.

When I went into the hospital, I told her not to wait. "Get with him now," I said. "You deserve it. Go now. The two of you can have a life. You can come here and tell me about it," I said. "Let me enjoy it vicariously. Tell me what you do. Let me share your lovemaking with you. That would make me very happy," I said.

She leaned over and kissed me and said she would talk to him. "Thank you," I said. "I would like that very much. You two should be together. He has wanted you since before our wedding." She blushed, but she didn't argue. I think she knew it was true. "When we were in Mexico, the three of us, I thought you might sleep with him then," I said.

"So did I," she said. "It surprised me when we didn't," she said.

"Me too," I said with a smile. "I was hoping you would," I said. I began to laugh and the laugh turned into a cough. The cough got worse and Claire called for the nurse. By the time she came I had finally stopped.

"Be careful," she said with a worried look on her face.

"Next time come with some good stories for me," I said. "Promise?" Shyly she finally nodded and smiled, embarrassed by her transparent eagerness. "Have a good time with him and then come here and tell me about what you did and how you liked it."

"Really?" she asked with a silly grin.

"You are thinking about it right now, right?" I said. Her blush grew, as I had guessed right. She looked off for a minute, then turned to me and nodded slowly. "That's good," I said. "That's real good. I know you would like having sex with him," I said. "Tell me, have you ever thought about it before? Ever fantasized about the two of you?" Again, her head bobbed slowly, the smile growing on her face. She couldn't help but admit it.

"Ever think oral?" I asked. She said I was embarrassing her. "I'm sorry. I just want to hear about it. I really do. Honestly. I didn't mean to embarrass you. Sorry." She took my hand and kissed it.

"I have thought about it, yes," she said. "I will come and tell you, honestly," she said. "If that is what you want."

"It is," I said. "It really is. You can tell me anything. I am thinking about it right now," I said with a gleeful smile. I smiled at her and pictured her naked on his bed. I saw them kissing and asked if she ever wondered how good he kissed.

"Well, of course," she said with a blush growing on her face. "I've wondered. Of course. I've wondered about... " she paused. I told her I was picturing her fucking him. "Am I enjoying it?" she asked boldly.

"Oh, yeah," I said. "Really, really enjoying it. I mean, really," I added and I squeezed her hand. She gave me a weak smile and her blush deepened.

The next day she called me and as we talked she told me she had spoken to Josh. "So what did he say?" I asked eagerly. She told me he said he had the same fantasies as she had. "Well, of course he has," I said. "He's male, right. He has twenty-twenty vision, right. So, of course he has. He has had the hots for you for years," I said.

"When you come here the next time I want you to bring him, okay? Bring him so I can talk to the two of you together. So I can let him know it is okay. So I can see you together, so I can picture you together. Will you bring him?"

She was quiet for a minute on the phone, then she said she would. "And before you come here I want you to come there, together. You hear?" She was quiet again on the phone, then she said she would see about it. "Go to his house, take off your clothes and fuck his brains out," I said into the phone as directly as I could. She told me to hush, that the nurses might be listening.

The next night they came into the room together and as they stood at the foot of the bed I knew. She looked like a really well-fucked woman. "Good girl," I said with a smile. "She is really good, right?" I said to him. He nodded, not needing to say more. She stood at the end of the bed and this time she didn't blush, she simply smiled. I could see by that smile that she'd had a great time having sex with my friend.

"I told you that you'd like it," I said.

"Oh, I knew I'd like it," she said with a grin. "I have known that for a while now," she said honestly, taking Josh's hand. "I have known that since Mexico," she said with a sigh. "I have wanted that for a long time," she confessed with a nod.

I looked at the two of them and shook my head. "Thank you, you two," I said. "You make me very happy. It gives me something to think about at night. I enjoy the images of the two of you I get at night," I said. "Go home with him tonight, enjoy each other,"I said.

I could see in their faces that they intended to. I could see they liked the idea. "Take her the way she likes," I said, referring to being on top. "I am sure by now you know what that is." His face told me he did. She smiled, letting me see she had let him know. I pictured them that way, with her on top, riding him cowgirl, and I smiled to myself.

After they left I thought about them fucking with her on top and him bucking beneath her. I took hold of my flaccid cock and massaged it, thinking about her with Josh and imagining the two of them in the hot session of sex that I had asked for. I imagined her taking him into her mouth and sucking gently as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft, savoring the feel of his cock in her mouth.

"Suck him good, baby," I said aloud. A nurse was standing at the door.

"What was that, Mr. Smith?" she said. I told her nothing and smiled at her, thinking what she would think if she knew that I was thinking of my wife sucking my friend's cock. I imagined she would be scandalized if she knew the truth, but I also knew nurses often surprised us by their sexual proclivities. At least that is what I had been told by a person who should know, another nurse.

She was not a bad looking woman and I pictured what she looked like under her nurse's dress. I wondered if she ever had sex with a man she wasn't married to. As I watched her I smiled to myself at the vision of her with a man deep in her vagina. It pleased me that I could think of her that way.

I thought about telling her my wife was off fucking my best friend and that he was doing it for me, because I couldn't. I imagined it would please her that he was doing such a favor for a friend, one pretty much incapacitated. I watched her move around the room and I assessed how she really would react.

"That was my wife and my best friend here together today," I suddenly said, not really knowing where I was going with it. She came to the bed. "He is taking care of her for me," I said.

"You mean... " she began, but I interrupted her.

"Yeah, sexually," I said. She looked up with a smile.

"He is a true friend," she said with a genuine expression on her face. "They can tell you about it," she added.

"Exactly," I said. "You do understand."

"It's not that unusual," she said. "More people than you'd realize do that. Men want their women taken care of if they're not able to," she said softly. "You are lucky." Then she gave me a knowing look and left the room. "You sleep. She seems to be in good hands."

I smiled to myself and felt good that I had told her. When Josh and Claire came the next I loved seeing them together. I wanted to tell them I had told the nurse but 5here was no need. It was the warmest feeling I had had since coming to the hospital, I had told someone else and they understood. They were able to see what I wanted. Claire and Josh stood by the bed and she took my hand.

"You told the nurse, didn't you?" she said matter of factly. I smiled and nodded. "She gave me the best you-go-girl smile this morning, and I felt we had an ally, a friend who understood," she said. "It was a good feeling." I nodded and squeezed her hand, which is about the most I could do.

Claire sat down at the edge of the bed and leaned forward. "We did like you like," she said.

"Oral?" I asked. She nodded shyly. "With you on top after that?" She simply nodded and gave my hand a squeeze. "And I did Josh and managed every bit," she said.

"You swallowed?" She smiled and nodded again.

"Every single bit," she said proudly. "Just like you like." She was quiet for a minute. "We did sixty-nine," she said, "like we do. It was wonderful."

"That's good," I said. "Who was on top?"

"I was," she said with a note of satisfaction, like she was describing an athletic achievement. "I did my part well."

"She is good," I said to Josh, who held her hand, and he smiled and it was a very good smile, like we had a secret between us and he was happy to do it for me. I knew he really liked doing it, but I had asked him and he never would have unless he had permission.

"Did you spend the night together?" I asked. They both nodded and I said that was good. "You should wake up together," I said. "Every morning." I felt so good. They understood and that gave me such a good feeling. Nurse Carol understood and I liked that. I liked that a lot.

That night I thought about Josh and Claire doing as they had told me, having a lovely sixty-nine and then ending with a cowgirl that left her bent over him panting. I hoped he would come in her. The best thing would be for Claire to have his baby. If part of me was going to be with them, then a baby to love was the best thing. I wanted to tell them that. I wanted to let them know I was all for them having a family. It would be a way of me staying with them.

When they came back the next day the first thing she did was tell me about their lovemaking. I listened and smiled as she told me about taking him from below, holding her knees wide and letting him come completely, draining himself into my wife's pussy, into her fertile and life giving vagina. "I want you to have Josh's baby," I said.

"That would be wonderful," she said gripping my hand in hers.

"We wanted a family," I said. "This would be a way of having that. You two will make good parents," I said. When they left I felt good. I knew they would be here each day to tell me about their lovemaking and I would picture it after they had gone, and nurse Carol would give them knowing looks and make my bed up and care for me as I watch the time flit away.

Claire an Josh are here every day, and she says she has moved in with him. That makes me very happy. Why would I want my wife to move in with my best friend? Because I can't and because I love her so much. It is a hard thing to explain to someone who doesn't get it, but it is a genuine feeling I have that gives me pleasure. That is all that needs to be said.