My wife Julie and I have been married for ten wonderful years. While our sex life has not be worthy of any great story, it has been filled with love and passion. We have both shared our fantasies of different partners but have kept the relationship monogamous. My favorite fantasies have always been focused on our neighbor Ellen, who is stunningly seductive with the most charismatic smile you've ever seen. Because of the love I have for my wife, I've always known that nothing would ever happen between Ellen and myself, but it is always fun to imagine. Two weeks ago, my realty smacked straight on into my deepest fantasies.
About a month ago I was with my wife and friends partying up at the lake. We all had rented some jet skis and a power boat to do some water skiing. Towards the end of the day, and perhaps one to many beers later, a couple of us stupid guys decided to go have some fun on the jet skis (wave runners). We were playing around pretty hard, jumping some wakes when one of the guys asked one of the most dangerous questions I've ever heard. He wanted to know how fast the wave runners went. Well, being guys, there was only one sure way to find out the answer to that question.
The net result of that little query is that I found myself rushed to the emergency room of the community hospital with a completely fractured knee cap. I needed emergency surgery to repair what was once a piece of my leg. The surgery was defined as a success. After four days, and whole lot of Vicadin, I was allowed to go home. At that point, all I could do was lie in bed. I couldn't move my leg, I barely get to the bathroom and even then it took me an hour to recover. Every couple of days Julie would give me a sponge bath to clean me up. She was doing an excellent job taking care of me and aside from the fact that I was completely incapacitated, life wasn't so bad.
Unfortunately my wife's job requires her to travel, and after spending two weeks at home with me, she could not longer duck the obligation. I told her as long as I had my remote, some extra batteries in case of emergencies, a book for the extreme hours, some snacks and a little bedside refrigerator, I would be fine. She intended to be gone for only two days, so I knew I could handle it. After the first day gone, she called to say that she would have to stay away for an additional two days. I told her again that I would be fine, although I did worry a bit about having enough to eat. She told me she would call our neighbor Ellen (who has a key to our place) to bring me some food and restock the refrigerator. At this point things didn't look so bad again.
At about one o'clock the next day I heard the door open and Ellen calling from the hallway. I covered myself up and invited her into the room. I was very pleased to see that she brought over some sandwiches, some magazines and even a couple of beers. I finally had some company and I was again in heaven (subject to the obvious downside of having a crushed knee cap).
At first Ellen offered to make me something to eat or drink. I declined and told her I'd be okay. She offered to make the bed and clean the room, but I told her I couldn't really move and that I'd be fine until Julie got back. She felt bad about my condition and wanted to know how she could help. I again insisted I'd be fine, but I'd appreciate it if she could get a wash cloth just to wipe my face. She not only accommodated my request, but insisted that she be allowed to clean me up a bit. Not only was I not in any condition to protest, I wasn't about to either. After wiping my face, she started to clean my neck. I know I should have stopped her, but it truly felt great after lying in the bed by myself for two days. She then proceeded to wipe my shoulders and my chest. At this point I told her to stop because it was becoming uncomfortable. She asked me if it hurt my knee. I told her it did but in truth she was starting to stimulate me and it was going to be embarrassing given that I was naked under the sheets.
She then insisted that I needed to be cleaned up, that I couldn't lie in the bed dirty, and that she would be fast and gentle. What could I say? She told me to lie back and rest while she cleaned my chest. Once she completed that, she started to clean the foot on my good leg. She started to wash up my calf to my knee. At this point, the pain in my leg was dwarfed by the excitement she generated in my groin. Not surprisingly, my dick decided to stand up and see what all the excitement was about. As she got started on my thigh, I couldn't hide the tent pole created by her actions. I was very embarrassed and asked her once again to stop. She told me not to worry about it and proceeded to remove the sheet. While I may not be exceptionally large, I am large enough to have managed to get her to illicit an "aahhhhh". It was really funny because she immediately became embarrassed and apologized for the comment. I told her it was okay and that in truth I was very flattered.
