My Wifes New Nurse Postscript

The following story is a work of fiction that is not based upon any real person or location. It is a continuation of my story, My Wife's New Nurse (https://literotica.com/s/my-wifes-new-nurse), where the narrator's wife, Ginny invites and old nursing friend, Melinda, into their home to care provide nursing care as she struggles with MS as well as to become a surrogate wife. The narrator and Melinda quickly fall in love and jointly cared for Ginny for a number of years until she passed on. Early on, Ginny had extracted a promise from Melinda that she would marry Ginny's husband shortly after she died. This story picks up from that point, but the narration switches to Melinda.

As I explained in the first story, this story line is very personal to me and finishing the first story was very difficult. I decided that I could not personally stand to do that again, so this story was written with two endings. One is a romantic ending similar to My Wife's Nurse where Melinda finds love prior to her husband's death. The second one is more realistic in the way that it follows the way that modern society treats people who are long term caregivers to their own spouse and the difficulty of widows and widowers to find love again.

This story will also probably resonate with anyone who has provided long term care to a spouse with a chronic illness that robs them of any interest in sexual intimacy. If you know someone who fits this description, please do what you can to make their life easier, even if that means offering yourself to them.

My name is Melinda and my husband's name is Jason. You may know us from Jason's description of how is late wife, Ginny, hired me to be her live in nurse while also acting as her surrogate wife by fucking Jason. Ginny had MS and had totally lost her libido as well as all feeling below her waist. She was deeply in love with Jason and felt badly that she was not able to fulfill her wifely duties to him in bed. After four years for zero sex between them, she cooked up a scheme to get me, a former nursing co-worker, under the same roof as Jason and she gave her permission for us to fuck each other as much as we wanted. What she didn't tell us when she gave us her blessings to fuck each other was that she was also expecting the two of us to fall in love, which happened very quickly.

This story is a continuation of Jason's tale, which ended shortly after Ginny died and Jason and I became husband and wife.

The Sunday afternoon after Ginny's ashes were buried at the columbarium, Jason and I went to visit her. Since both of us had been deeply in love with her and were still grieving, that was a very sad and very quiet afternoon. Nothing was said on the drive back home and we said very little to each other over dinner because we were both afraid of losing control of our emotions. Normally, we would fuck each other for at least a half hour each night before falling asleep but that night we just held each other and cried.

The following week, Jason came to me just before lunch and said that we needed to go to the jewelry store that afternoon. When I asked why, he said that he wanted to change the CZ stone in the 'engagement' ring that Ginny had given me when she made us promise marry each other after she was gone. When we got married, I moved that ring from my right hand to my left and Jason placed Ginny's wedding ring over it. Jason wanted to switch the CZ for a diamond.

I told him, "No FUCKING way am I going to exchange Ginny's CZ for a lump of carbon. Engagement and wedding rings are symbols of our love and that CZ is my connection with Ginny, not you. You gave me my wedding ring."

So, we compromised and had the jeweler solder the two rings together.

In the meantime, our life in bed has never been better (except when we go to the columbarium to see Ginny). Jason still lets me take control most of the time and we alternate between four or five positions/activities.

Most of the time, I blow Jason's cock just long enough to get him good and hard and then I put him onto his back so that I can fuck him in the cowgirl position. I love to be able to set the tempo, force and depth that I take his cock and he loves to watch my tits bounce up and down. He will occasionally reach up to play with my tits and nipples as I fuck him or I will slow down and play with my nipples until I am just about ready to come. To me, there is nothing like being able to edge myself while also fucking Jason.

Other times, I will allow Jason control by getting onto my back, lifting my legs and letting him fuck me in the missionary position. When we do this, I cede all control to Jason and he gets to choose the speed and depth, when he wants to play with my tits and when he wants to simply bury his cock deep in my pussy and lean over to lock lips for an extended kiss. Although I love to be in control, I also love the extra passion that Jason is able to show me in this position.

Another of my favorites, but one that we don't do as frequently as the cowgirl and missionary positions is a titty fuck. I lay on my back and Jason kneels beside the bottom part of my rib cage and then puts is cock between my tits. I use my hands to push my tits together to envelope his cock in them and he slowly slides is cock back and forth between them. Since I am holding my tits around his cock, this allows me to use my thumbs and index fingers to tease my nipples. When we do this, Jason will occasionally lift up and put his cock into my pussy so that he can suck on my tits and nibble on my nipples before returning his cock to my tits.

Our least frequent position is one where I get onto my knees and elbows so that Jason can fuck me from behind. This position allows him to grab my hips so that he can ram his cock into my pussy as hard and fast as he wants, or he can tenderly slide in and out. And then when my knees or elbows begin to tire, I move forward until I am on my stomach with Jason's cock still buried in my pussy. Once I am down flat, he fucks me as hard and fast as he can until he comes inside of me.

Finally, we have continued to occasionally roll play. It started out when I enacted a longstanding fantasy of forcefully fucking a male patient as a nurse. I tied Jason to the bed and gagged him with a scarf and wore the top to my nursing uniform along with white stockings and my nurse's hat. We both enjoyed it enough that we have also bought a sexy French Maid outfit and a Playboy Bunny outfit with a hole in the crotch of the shorts. We probably should do this more, but it requires us to decide before we get into bed and we prefer the spontaneity of the other positions.

Six Months Later

Our sex life has never been better. Our trips to the columbarium were originally every week, but as our grief for the loss of Ginny subsided, we started going less frequently. We went again yesterday, but that was the first time that we had been there for three months. Each of the last two times, the weather has been nice, so I packed a picnic lunch and we ate beneath a tree that is very near her marker.

During this time, we have also taken a couple of trips that were on Ginny's bucket list but that we never quite got to before she passed. Her list has now been completed, so Jason and I have started a list of our own. That is probably for the best because two months ago, Jason started verbalizing in his sleep. He doesn't speak words so it isn't like he is talking in his sleep, but he is making noises that sound a bit like unformed words. Then last night, he started flailing his arms so violently while asleep that he actually hit me. He was still asleep when his arm it and he didn't hurt me, but it did cause him to immediately wake up. He said that his arm motion was consistent with a defensive motion that he was making in his nightmare to fend off an attacker.

I suspected that the verbalizations and his flailing around were connected with something and did some online research this morning. My research found that he is probably experiencing a precursor to Parkinson's Disease. So I called and scheduled an appointment with his doctor later this week.

One Week Later

His doctor confirmed my suspicions and scheduled an appointment for Jason with a neurologist. As it turns out, this is the same neurologist who treated Ginny's MS, so we both have quite a bit of confidence in whatever the neurologist has to say. His doctor also said that Jason will probably increasingly start to physically defend himself from the attackers in his nightmares. As a result, he suggested that we not sleep in the same bed and that we should 'baby proof' the furniture around Jason's bed to keep him from injuring himself if/when he falls out of bed during a nightmare. Unfortunately, even with the help of Jason's doctor we could not get an appointment with the neurologist for four months.

As a result, we rearranged our bedroom when we got home and Jason moved my old bed from the spare bedroom into our bedroom. Our plan is that we will continue fucking each other each night before we go to sleep, but once we are through, we will kiss each other good night and then I will move over into my old bed.

Four Months Later

The neurologist performed many of the same tests on Jason that he used to do for Ginny. By the time he was finished and had made a couple of notes, he told us that Jason appears to have stage one Parkinson's Disease. He left the room and returned with a few pamphlets about Parkinson's and gave us directions on how to find out more from their national foundation.

The next day, we both spent most of the day reading from various Parkinson's websites. The thing that bothered me the most was to find that Jason has a life expectancy of about ten years and that once he gets to stage four, he will be beyond my ability to care for him by myself. The next most troubling thing was to learn that his libido will wane long before he completely loses his ability to walk and that he will also begin to experience ED. The ED can be effectively treated by the little blue pill, but losing his libido is not something that can be treated.

Three Years Later

As predicted, Jason's Parkinson's has steadily progressed. About a year after his diagnosis, he had to start walking with a cane and he recently had to move to a walker. His shaking is readily apparent now and the chance that he will fall if he isn't using his walker is very real.

Fortunately, we were able to scratch most of the things off of our bucket list during the last three years. We have been to the places that we wanted to take Ginny to, but never quite got there. Our sex life is also pretty much as it was, but he is starting to have issues with ED. He recently got a prescription for the little blue pills and they work amazingly well. The only problem for us has been that we have had to abandon the position where we start out with me on my knees and elbows. Jason is fine if we can get into that position, but he isn't steady enough to be able to get into position to start fucking me without my assistance and I cannot be both in front of and behind him at the same time.

We have been experimenting with chair sex where he sits on a hard back chair. He sits down and I blow his cock to get him hard and then I straddle him and take his cock up my pussy. Once I am in position, I can use my legs and also use my arms to lift myself using the back of the chair or his shoulders. This isn't as good since my legs won't allow me to fuck him for as long as we would like, but at least it gives us an alternative that should work for an extended time.

Two Years Later

Jason's instability has caused him to fall several times during the last six months. I have been able to use my old nursing skills to get him back on his feet, but we are both getting older and I don't know how much longer I will be able to help him up by myself.

Jason's libido is also starting to wane. In the past, we would fuck each other almost every night of the week. Now, I am fortunate if I can get him interested once each weekend and I generally need to ask him instead of it being a mutual agreement when we need to go to bed. It is hard to tell at this point, but I suspect that he is just agreeing to fuck me rather than really wanting too. At least the blue pills still work.

Six Months Later

Jason fell last week and I wasn't able to get him back on his feet by myself. I ended up having to call 911 to get a fireman to come to our home to help pick him up. As a result, we have started shopping for an assisted living facility for Jason. It will be heartbreaking for me not to have him with me 24 hrs a day, but I cannot risk having him fall repeatedly with frequent calls to 911.

Yesterday, we found a facility that has a room for Jason and that is only 10 minutes away from our house. We can start moving him in tomorrow. It is close enough that I will be able to spend most of my time with him during the day. There are also locks on the doors and Do Not Disturb signs that I can hang on the doorknob so that I will still be able to fuck him occasionally.

One Week Later

Jason has moved into his new apartment. We moved my old twin bed and some of the furniture from my old room into his new place as well about half of his clothing (the things that are appropriate for this time of year) as well as linens, etc. He seems to be adjusting to his new schedule with nurse's aides bringing him is medicine as well as his new meal schedule.

I spend most of the day with him, but have to go home after his dinner each evening so that I can fix something for myself. I have been afraid to ask Jason about how he feels when I leave each night, but I usually end up driving home in tears and then cry myself to sleep each night. At least I got to spend some time fucking him after his dinner last night. I locked the door and put out the Do Not Disturb sign. In some ways, it was like old times fucking him in that bed. We have had the larger bed for so long that I forgot how intimate it can be to both be in a twin bed together. Since he can no longer manage fucking me in the missionary position, I guess that we will have to settle for blow jobs followed by cowgirl until I can bring in the hard back chair.

Three Months Later

Jason has adjusted well to his new life. I spend most of my time with him but our sex life has dwindled to where it is almost non-existent now. He simply has no interest and when I fuck him, I almost feel like I am fucking an inanimate sex doll. We are still deeply in love with each other, so we spend most of our time in bed now passionately kissing and hugging.

Today, I finally got up the nerve to ask him how he feels about the absence of any sexual contact since that was what originally brought the two of us together. It was the first time that I have seen him so sad in several weeks. He said that he doesn't miss it since his libido has left him, however, he said that he remembers how he felt when Ginny lost her libido and how much the thought of what I must be going through is like distresses him.

That was when he first told me that he now spends most of his evenings after I leave trying to find a way to help find me a partner just like Ginny found me for him. He said that all of his old friends are either still married, are not suitable partners either because they are grossly obese or don't have personalities that I would find acceptable. He started crying before saying that he was out of ideas and that maybe it was time for me to find someone myself. I understood his point, but it was very distressing to hear him say that. I told him that I would rather die as a widowed spinster than even think about leaving him.

However, I realized that he had a very valid point. Ginny had not only been a special person, but she had been much younger and with age, the male/female ratio was no longer in my favor. I wasn't in any hurry to pursue the matter since Jason would still need me for several more years, so I put that very unpleasant thought out of my mind.

One Month Later

Jason is getting a new neighbor today. Judging from the noise in the hall, they have been moving furniture all morning. Just after dinner, Jason and I went next door to meet them. It turns out that his new neighbor is a woman who has Alzheimer's and she finally progressed to the point where her husband was no longer able to provide the level of almost 24 hr care that she needs. Her husband's name is Kevin and he seems like a very nice guy.

One Week Later

Jason started taking his daily nap a bit early this afternoon, so I decided to sneak out to go to the dining room to get a bite to eat. As I walked out the door, Kevin was coming out of his wife's room. It seems that she had also just started her nap. I invited Kevin to come with me to get some food and a cup of coffee.

We spent the next hour talking about our spouses, what it is like to be a spousal care giver and how hard it had been to move them out of our homes. We also talked about how we had met our spouses, which was rather eye opening for Kevin because I was quite blunt about how Ginny had invited me into her home with the intent for getting the two of us into bed with each other.

When we realized how long we had been talking, we both hurried back to our spouses but agreed that we needed to talk more tomorrow.

The next day, Kevin started off our conversation by coming out and asking, "Did Jason's former wife actually invite you into her home to be both her nurse and a surrogate wife to Jason?"

I told him that Jason and I didn't know that that was her plan until we revealed to her at dinner that we had fallen in love and that I was now his mistress. I said that Jason expected to get slapped for saying that but that we were both shocked when she broke out laughing and gave him a giant kiss. I then showed him my CZ ring and explained that Ginny had given the ring to me that night after I promised to marry Jason as soon as she was gone.

Kevin slowly shook his head and I could hear him quietly say, "If only ..."

When I heard that, I asked "How long has it been for you?"

He said, "Three years."

I said, "Only six months here, but would you like for me to go home with you to spend the night?"

Kevin seemed rather surprised by my question, but didn't respond immediately, so I could see that he was considering the idea. He finally said, "Not tonight, but maybe ..."

Then he added, "I will let you know."

I wasn't sure about how I felt about Kevin, but at least I had a possibility now and that was one more than I had at the beginning of the day.

The next day, I saw Kevin as we passed each other down the hall. He smiled and simply asked, "Tonight?"

I nodded and told him to come by Jason's room on his way home and that I would follow in my car. When I got to Jason's room, apparently I appeared very nervous because he immediately asked, "What's wrong."

I told him that nothing was wrong in the context that he was thinking but that I had just agreed to spend the night tonight with Kevin. Jason was quiet for a bit, which concerned me until he smiled and simply said, "Good for you, I hope he works out as well for you as you did for me."

That evening, after the residents had eaten their dinner and were preparing to go to bed, Kevin came by Jason's room to get me. I kissed Jason good night and then followed Kevin out to the parking lot. He had parked a bit closer to the entrance than I had, so he waited for me to fall in behind his car before heading home.

Once we got to Kevin's house, he helped me out of my car and escorted me up the steps to his front door. As soon as we were inside, he gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I responded by giving him a long French kiss as I also grabbed his crotch. He got the idea and tenderly grabbed one of my tits. I didn't get the feeling of an electric jolt like I had when I first kissed Jason, so I still wasn't sure how well this would work.