Greetings perverts.
This short story was done in one sitting, to break up the work on the three different sequels I'm writing. Beyond that information, not much else is needed in the way of introduction.
As with most things that I write this story takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don't worry about pandemics, std's, or the need for birth control.
Featuring:
Kent Arrive: a fifty-five-year-old fireman, who's been married to Kelly for thirty years.
Kelly Arrive: a fifty-two-year-old woman who had one of her arms amputated years ago, before she married Kent.
Chloe: a twenty-five-year-old home health aide, with a taste for both cock and cunt, and a passion for her own pleasure and the pleasure of others.
And yes, I am aware that 'arrive' is another word for 'come'.
As always, I enjoy your comments and private messages here on Literotica.
IsabellaEmily
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It was late afternoon when Chloe rang the doorbell for her last appointment. Within moments the door opened and a pretty brunette woman, with a few random strands of gray sprinkled into her hair, smiled at her.
"Good afternoon," Chloe said, "how are you doing today Mrs. Arrive?"
"It's been rough Chloe," Kelly Arrive answered the home caregiver. "Come on in though. No matter what the day brings, I'm always glad to see you."
"Thank you." Said Chloe. "I look forward to seeing you folks as well. This is always the best appointment to end my workday with. I always enjoy my time here. I just wish the circumstances were different."
"Someday when he's all better you'll have to come visit." Kelly told her. "You have yet to see us at our best."
"I'd like that." Chloe said. "And here are the burgers."
"I'll keep them warm," Kelly told her, "while you give Kent his sponge bath."
Several weeks earlier Kent Arrive had fallen off the roof of his house while fixing a gutter. It was one of those silly home accidents, where he'd managed to injure himself while doing something he'd done dozens of times before.
But this time had more than made up for all the times he hadn't injured himself. He'd broken both legs and both arms, one of his feet, and four fingers.
To add injury to injury, his wife, who had only one arm, broke three of her fingers trying to grab him as he hit the ground. So now her only arm had three splinted fingers at the end of it.
While Kent was expected to fully recover, the time between getting home from the hospital and that recovery promised to be a royal bitch.
Kelly Arrive had missed several days of work when he'd had a surgery to repair his left arm and right leg, and several more when he'd been discharged and brought back to the house.
Furthermore with her only arm now limited in its use, taking care of Kent would be an even bigger challenge.
They had a hospital bed delivered and installed in the downstairs living room, and Kent made himself as comfortable as he possibly could in his new makeshift bedroom.
Kelly worked from home, and got back to it, creating a comfortable routine of helping Kent to the toilet first thing in the morning, cleaning him up afterwards, holding a jug for his urination needs throughout the day, and bringing him food and pain pills.
Even with limited use of the only arm she had she'd done a decent job of keeping him fairly comfortable and clean.
Their neighbor had even gotten them a voice activated remote control for the television, which was in constant use.
After the first several days Kelly was rereading through their insurance paperwork, and realized they qualified for a home caregiver to visit five afternoons a week.
On the weekends their grown children could visit and help, so a visiting home health aide on weeknights would be a godsend.
Kent really didn't look forward to the visits at first, but Kelly was delighted to have help on those afternoons with his bathroom, washing, and eating needs.
Chloe came the first evening to introduce herself, and both Kent and Kelly liked her immediately. She was a petite blonde, with a pleasing figure and a great sense of humor.
Chloe liked them both as well.
They were significantly older than her, but Kelly had kept her figure, and was as beautiful now as she'd been thirty years ago when Kent first met her. The only indication that she was over fifty were the few gray hairs that she sported.
Kent was still in great shape, and except for the casts on his arms and legs looked like an athlete.
Since Kent wasn't restricted in his diet, Kelly began ordering take out for all three of them on the nights that Chloe visited, and Chloe would pick up the food on her way over and join Kelly for dinner after bathing Kent.
After she and Kelly had eaten she would feed Kent, help him with any bathroom needs, visit for a few minutes with both of them, and then be on her way.
Both Kelly and Kent looked forward to those evenings.
It was a break for Kelly from having to cook, and she got to spend the meal with her new friend.
And Kent looked forward to an elaborate sponge bath while Kelly got their dinner reheated.
The first time Chloe washed him he'd assured her she didn't need to worry about his 'private bits' as he called them.
"Nonsense." Chloe told him. "I'm sure I've already seen dozens and dozens of everything you have. On top of that it's my job. Besides it will a nice break for your wife to let someone else do this for a change."
She'd proceeded to lift the sheet and gently but professionally wash all of him. She used warm water with a soft cloth, and her fingers were firm yet gentle.
However, the combination of many days of involuntary abstinence, and a beautiful young lady touching his testicles and penis resulted in a powerful erection.
"Oh geez," he mumbled, "I'm so sorry Chloe. I didn't want that to happen."
"It's a natural response Mr. Arrive." She said. "Nothing you should apologize for or be ashamed of."
"Still," he said, "it's embarrassing."
"Remember when I told you I've seen dozens upon dozens of these?" Chloe asked quietly, giving his throbbing cock a quick squeeze.
"Yes?" he answered, with a sharp intake of breath.
"You have less reason to be embarrassed than any of them." She said. "In fact, you should be downright proud. Your wife is very lucky."
"That's what I keep telling her." He said with a grin. "Some days she has her doubts though."
Chloe laughed and used a hand towel to gently dry his belly, thighs, balls, and cock, ignoring the bubble of precum that had appeared at the tip. When she was finished, he was definitely clean, but his cock was rock hard and throbbing.
Chloe gently pulled the sheet back over him and tried not to be too obvious about quickly admiring the tent he created in the middle of it.
And so a few weeks later, Chloe handed Kelly the bags containing the takeout meal, and headed into the living room to see Kent.
As had become routine, she was greeted with the familiar sight of his already erect cock as she entered the room.
By the time she got ready to remove the sheet for his sponge bath she noticed a wet drop of precum where it rested against his stiff cock.
"Looking forward to our bath today, are we?" she asked with a wink.
"Hey," he said, "did it occur to you that this didn't happen this afternoon? This is left over from your first sponge bath all those weeks ago."
"Lucky for you I always have had a taste for leftovers Kent." Chloe grinned.
Flirting had become part of their time together, shortly after he'd convinced her to call him by his first name.
She was washing his stomach and trying hard not to stare at the stiff cock pointing at the ceiling just inches from her hands.
"Talk like that isn't going to help me get rid of this thing." Kent chuckled.
"Perhaps I could suggest that Mrs. Arrive offers you a bit of assistance?" Chloe asked, moving the warm cloth to his thighs.
"Truth be told," he said, "that's kind of a touchy subject around here."
"I'm sorry." Chloe said. "I didn't mean to joke about something so private."
"Oh it's not really a big problem." Kent assured her. "It's just that Kelly is feeling a bit neglected as well."
"I can see where it might be a bit frustrating to provide pleasure without having any in return." Chloe conceded. "But I'll disagree with you about one point. It is a fairly big problem, at least as far as my personal experience goes."
She gently lifted his testicles and washed under and around them thoroughly.
He moaned gently, and she noticed a rivulet of precum spill over the crown of his cockhead and run down his shaft.
"With only one hand she's pretty limited in what she can do to start with," Kent said, with a slight tremor in his voice, "and with those fingers splinted, well she can't really do anything for me, or herself, as far as sexual relief goes."
"Well one good look at this needy thing throbbing and pulsing ought to be enough to make any woman thirsty to provide you with some relief." Chloe said softly.
"If you mean oral sex, I've always wanted to experience that." Kent groaned. "But Kelly has a really sensitive gag reflex and has never been able to do that."
"That's a shame." Whispered Chloe, pausing to look him right in the eye. "I never gag."
"Oh fuck." Kent moaned. "If I were single, I'd offer you everything in my checking account to take care of this for me." He said softly.
She wrapped the warm, wet, washcloth around his cock and began to work it up and down while she cleaned him.
"If I were single," She whispered, "I'd provide that for free. I've sort of taken a liking to this thing."
She ended the bath by giving his cock another squeeze, another part of their sponge bath routine. But this squeeze lasted longer and was much more sensual than the earlier ones.
She put the sheet back over him and told him she'd be back to help feed him as soon as she and Kelly had eaten.
She gave him a flirty wink, and then headed for the kitchen.
"All done?" Kelly asked.
"I am Mrs. Arrive." Chloe answered.
"Please, I insist that you call me Kelly." The other woman responded. "Any woman who comes into this house and washes my husband's crotch several times a week gets to be on a first name basis with both of us."
Chloe laughed.
