The sun rose over the valley as I sat in the shade of our village maypole. I sat here every morning to watch it. When my wife was alive we would climb the hills just to watch the sun rise from various places. Since her passing I never felt like walking so far. We were married after my demob in 57 and she died in 94. She was a lady who nursed my injuries and helped my recuperation in the Military Hospital. She bullied me into living again when all I wanted to do was give up. She wasn't a nurse or a doctor but a simple widow who visited the men in the hospital to give hope and cheer to all. Her husband had died in Malaya where he was in the RAF. This is where I got my injuries to my legs and chest. I had been fitted with false knees and feet but didn't want to know anything about them, until Maryann came along. Now my days are spent either in my garden or in my little cottage with an occasional night in the pub. Each morning though I watch the sunrise and remember my wife and the things we did together.
The first time I saw her was when I was lying on my bed staring out of the window at the sky crying over my loss. Her first words were "If you want to see the sky properly get your legs on and I'll take you." So matter of fact in voice that I started as if a ghost had said "Boo"
Next thing she'd pulled the blankets back pushed my pyjamas legs up, picked up my false legs and started to strap them on my thighs. When they were on and I was sat up in my dressing gown and slippers, she wandered off somewhere. In a few minutes she was back with two orderlies and a wheelchair. The orderlies picked me up and placed me in the chair.
"We'll be back in an hour."
And that was that. No pity or apologies just straight matter of fact. Off we went into the grounds of the hospital where we trod the paths through the gardens. Then back to the ward where her two heavies as we all called the orderlies helped me back to my bed.
What did we talk about the Lord only knows, but for the next week she came and took me further afield from the hospital, even to her home for lunch. The cottage I live in now. We started out as friends then lovers then we got married by the hospital chaplain.
I remember when we became lovers as if it was yesterday. We had gone into the countryside one morning for a picnic. I was using walking sticks by this time and it was a struggle to use so I could not help with anything. I was sat with my legs stretched out and Maryann was sat beside me peeling an apple. I put my left arm around her and squeezed gently. Her face turned towards me and I leant forward and kissed her on the lips. My left arm went around her back and I pulled her in close to me. In slow motion we sank to the ground, Maryann lying half on and half off me. Our lips melted together and became one. As we kissed we lost all sense of time and our surroundings. It was only when the rain turned into a downpour that we sat up and moved apart. It was a two mile walk back to the cottage and we were soaked to the skin and all we had on were summer clothes, trousers, shirt and sandals for me. Maryann had on a short sleeved dress, bra, knickers and sandals. By the time we reached the cottage the rain had got heavier and heavier.
In the cottage Maryann said to get our clothes off and we'll have a bath together. I tried to argue with her but it was like trying to pull an express train with my teeth. In her bedroom she undressed me then herself. I couldn't help myself but I watched her disrobe and became aroused. The first erection I 'd had in months. Maryann grabbed my arms and placed them around her neck, put her arms around me and hugged me close. She then stood up and carried me to the bathroom. In the bathroom she sat me down on the toilet turned to the bath and bent over with her legs apart so that I had a view of fanny and backside. I could see the bright red insides of her fanny. As the bath was filling up she turned to me and I saw that she had no pubic hair and her fanny looked like a black pencil line. She walked over to me and I could feel my cock growing bigger. It seemed as if I was becoming all cock and no body. We looked at each other knowing that something was passing silently between us. She picked me up and moved over to the bath and sat me on the edge.
"Can you lower yourself in?"
I did as she asked.
As I moved to the end of the bath she got in and lowered herself so that she was astride my stumps. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her tits and kissed me on the lips. Maryann shuffled forward until her stomach was touching mine and lowered herself down until the head of my cock was at the entrance to her fanny. She pushed herself down harder until my cock was buried deep inside. We never moved, just laid there soaking up the feelings of love and hot water. For a short space of time we lay there enjoying the feeling of being joined in harmony. It was Maryann who implemented the act of intercourse. She slowly started to move her pelvis and hips on my prick. The tempo was of a relaxing nature until the crises of orgasm overtook us both. While I was spurting spunk into her fanny, Maryann was having her second or third come.
After we had settled back to soak up the heat of our bodies and water, Maryann confessed to me that I was only the second male that she had been with. The first being her husband.
Twenty minutes later we were in bed, well I was. Maryann had put on a dressing gown and gone into the kitchen to get us some snacks and to phone the hospital telling them that I wouldn't be back until Monday. When Maryann returned she lifted me onto a stool then pulled the bedding of the bed, put the food and drinks on the bedside cabinet, picked me up and placed me on the bed. Then she took of her dressing gown and sat facing me on the bed. From where I was sat I could see her slight pubic hair and her fanny lips gaping open. She shuffled forward closer to me until our groins were touching.
