Angel Wife Ch 02

Angel Wife - Chapter 2.

Ollie, a young man coddled all of his life and stopped from becoming a man has been released from his shackles by his guardians and finally understands what his cock is for.

His obsession with wanting to fly has seen him back in hospital and a visit from his guardian angel has set his mind a light with promises of fulfilling his new ambitions.

In this chapter Ollie finds his once cold and aloof father very much loves him and wants him to succeed in life.

Enjoy.

The doctors would not let me go home the next day when they came around to see me. Oh they smiled and told me that it was just a precaution but I knew from their unguarded looks at one another that something was up. Nanny came to see me in the afternoon and her hurried sucking of my cock was wonderful and I told her I loved her as I held her head with my good left hand and exploded down her throat. She giggled as she made a show of licking her lips and showing me her deep cleavage as she undid a button on her blouse. My father knocked on my door about ten minutes after she had sucked me off and she hurriedly buttoned up as the tall man came through the door followed by two of the doctors that had been there this morning. Nanny said her quick goodbyes as she dropped my books off on the table on the other side of the room and said that Ralph had put a voice recorder in the bag so that I could speak my answers to his practice tests. I groaned, more for my father's benefit than Nanny's. I knew that one of those test exams would be about fucking his or Nanny's tight arses.

"Oliver," my father stood at the end of the bed not even having acknowledged my lover and carer being there as she hurried out the door. "It seems that your latest stupidity has revealed a rather nasty bug in your system. Apparently in your brain. If these good doctors behind me don't operate tomorrow you could be dead by the day after. I have already given them my permission so please don't make a fuss about it and just do what they tell you. Ok?" he said but his voice was strange. It wasn't the clipped and professional tones he normally used with me as we discussed politics, business or even argued history. It was, I suddenly realised, strained with emotion. My strong, aloof Father was extremely worried and the more I watched his face the more I realised he was straining to hold himself together!

"Yes, Sir," I answered. My mind was reeling! I stared hard at my father. His eyes were glistening with tears and his throat was working hard to try and maintain his composure.

"Daddy?" I asked as I felt my own eyes tear up.

He moved fast. I barely saw him as suddenly he was holding me tight in his arms and his head was on my own hair and he was kissing my head. "Will I be alright, Daddy?" I asked even as I began to cry against his chest.

"Yes, Ollie. These men are the best and they will do their job and you and I will continue to rule our empires. Perhaps, though," he lifted me up until I could look into his eyes, "we might do it a bit more together than up until now, ok?" he almost whispered and I could see the tears dripping down his cheeks. I lifted my good hand and gently brushed them away. He was like Nanny and his smooth cheek rubbed into my hand. My heart almost exploded with love for him and I found I wanted to kiss him. I didn't resist as I let my lips close the distance to his and gently pressed to him. His arms pulled me tight and his kiss told me that he had suddenly found a love in his own heart that he could no longer hide. We broke our kiss and he just held me tight for long minutes as the two doctors stood awkwardly watching us. I was sure I saw a bright glimmer sweep from the room behind them.

I won't bore you with the details of the operation. They shaved my head and the rest of my body for some reason. The two giggly nurses, young things with short skirts and big tits, oohed and ahed as they gently massaged the cream into my groin and the crack of my arse. They teased and delightedly laughed as my big cock swelled in their hands that just couldn't seem to let my dick go even as they scraped the cream off my legs, stomach and chest. I found I was supersensitive as I lay on the crisp clean sheets they had me lie on after I had been showered carefully by the two of them in waterproof covers. My cock exploded in their hands and both of them assured me that sometimes things like that happened. I grinned as I knew that if those hands hadn't insistently slid up and down my cock as they used their hands alternately to keep stroking me it wouldn't have happened at all.

I lay naked under the sheet they covered me with and listened as the two doctors talked to my father about nodal sites and needles that they would use. I felt them drawing on my head with pens as they moved a portable screen device over my head and took photos and scans. By the time they left my father told me my skull looked like a treasure map. I laughed easily with him as if I had done it every day. I was still in shock at this brand new man that sat and talked to me in my room for hours without even bothering to check the phone I could hear beeping and vibrating on the table next to my books. He finally left about 8 pm as I was given a sedative to help me sleep.

My dim white visitor appeared just as I was on the verge of dropping off to sleep. "Your father always loved you, Ollie. He just didn't know how to show it, a bit like his father before him and before that. I know, I watched over them all. Now, you, my big man," she tittered as I felt her lift the light sheet and peek under the covers, "have broken down the barriers between father and son. Don't worry, love," her voice sounded like little bells tinkling far away as the sheet settled back in place, "I intend to taste that big monster even if I have to give up my wings. I guess after a thousand years I have earned the right to do something for myself for a change."

I heard no more and I wasn't even sure that I had heard her right as it was. A thousand years! How could anyone live so long my mind kept arguing with me even as I imagined her white bright body lying spread legged beneath me and joyfully accepting my big cock inside her sweet tender body.

When my eyes came alive behind my eyelids I felt through the thin skin that the room was dark but that didn't indicate to me whether it was night or not. I couldn't open my eyes. Something was holding them closed and I tried to lift my arm to feel for whatever it was. "It's alright, son. They have lightly restrained you so that you wouldn't move when they operated. They will be in soon now that you are awake. Your eyes are covered as is most of your head and face. Don't panic," he said softly as I felt him take my left hand in his big warm ones, "you can't talk either."

His warning came in time as I thought to moisten my lips and found my tongue was blocked with something down my throat. I kept calm as he kept telling me that the operation was a great success and that in no time I would have my black hair back and I would be out and about in no time. He was wrong. My hair came back silver and it took nearly five months before I could walk without the aid of a cane and after heaps of physio therapy from Justin.

I was taken home, five days later, in a wheelchair as my legs simply did not respond to my mental commands to move. The doctors told me that it was the shock to my brain and motor controls. I found my left arm was slow to move and I gave up trying to lift the light armour on my right arm. My doctors and father had solemnly told me that even another hour longer and I would not have had any chance of recovery. I sat in my chair and grinned like the cat that had eaten the canary and got away with it.

Of course my little bright visitor of the night told me she was doing the best she could to make me better. The warmth that flowed through me and made my balls and cock pulse as if I was cumming without the mess and obvious stiffness that should have accompanied such feelings. At such time my mind was filled with the vision of a beautiful woman whose lush tits, flat stomach and wonderfully rounded bottom that bounced and jiggled as I strove to ram my cock deep up her wet and very hot cunt. I called out for Emily in my sleep and my body convulsed as I came deep in her wetness.

She would lay beside me in my bed and allow me to nurse on her perfect nipples. Such peace came upon me that I would sleep dreamlessly until I was aroused in the morning by the ever efficient nurses. The giggly ones with their short skirts and loose tops no longer charged with attending to my needs.

My father visited every day for almost most of the day. We talked as I could do very little else. He brushed my face and kissed me when he arrived and before he left. He held the cup that I sucked fluid from through a straw and talked to me about life instead of business. I learned that he was as lonely as I was and after Nanny Jessica had come and almost bawled her eyes out over me and my current state he confided in me that he knew that Jessica was my lover. "She was always going to be, Ollie. The same as Nanny Kate was for me. She taught me to be a man and I still love her and see her sometimes," he grinned at my wide eyed look.

"I do love Nanny Jessica," I admitted to him and maybe something in my tone suggested that there was more to the story.

"Ralph is a very special man, too, don't you think?" my father asked casually as he set up the chess pieces and invited me to play. I talked my way through the moves and he made them for me.

"I love him muchly, Daddy. He was," I stopped myself, "is, my best friend as well as my..." I paused too long before I rushed out, "tutor."

"And your father figure for too long as well, Ollie," he said without any rancour in his voice. I think my father might have known that I was also Ralph's lover but he simply smiled as he said that he would be more father and less stranger from now on.

On the last night that we sat in the room and stared out the window watching the rain fall I found my father agreeing with me about the females that shared our house and family name. He too was unimpressed by their intelligence and lack of worldliness. "They are good for nothing else but fucking, Ollie," he grumped beside me. "In fact if it was up to me, you and I would be breaking them into that world with a couple of long sessions of teaching them what those tight jeans and short skirts are hiding and what their role in life is. I know your mother was the same and she was very much aware that she was simply sex on a stick. The bitch thinks she has it made now that the children are fully entrenched in our house and they have endless money to spend on themselves. Perhaps I might put her back into service," he grinned. I think by that time he was off in a world of his own imagining his resumed supremacy over his wife and her body.

"I was once told, Father that a well fucked woman is happy to know where her place is," I said in an attempt to build an even closer relationship with the man I was finding was totally opposite to what I truly imagined he was in private.

"That is true of submissive sluts, Ollie. A few smacks on the arse, good rough fucking and making sure she cums her brains out and she is your servant for life. Your mother is like that but the three brats are not likely to fold so easily," he chuckled.

"They seem to like compliments and flattery," I observed as I kept my face to the window and the late afternoon darkness.

"Keep trying, Ollie. You may succeed where I did not," he said softly.

I was startled and turned my head to look at the man sitting quietly in jeans and polo shirt. The most casually relaxed I had ever witnessed. "You tried to fuck Veronica, Merri-Lea and Kirsty?" I asked in disbelief.

"No, no," he chuckled, "your aunts, Pretoria and Victoria. Sucked my cock but I never got into their tight little cunts. I believe your grandfather, my father, might have!" he chuckled even louder.

I knew my aunts were married off to much older men than my father. Both of them now living in France and apparently childless and alone in big homes where they were kept like prisoners according to Veronica, though I didn't think she knew. I asked my father.

"NO, no, no!" he protested with a laugh at my timid asking of my question. "They are completely free to do whatever they want. Though they are not childless. Each of them dutifully produced two sons each so that the line is assured. However, both of them are so timid and so 'aware'," he used his fingers to air quote the word, his expression showing his annoyance at their attitude, "of what the perfect wife is supposed to be that they give themselves no life. They won't even have male servants or gardeners. They surround themselves with stuffy middle aged maids and even have female bodyguards. The last time I talked to Edwin, Pretoria's husband, he was telling me that his wife's only vice was that she now preferred to lick her maid's pussy than suck his cock!"

My father laughed aloud and for a moment I thought I would not hear the full answer to my question. "He told her that if she didn't want any whisper of her scandalous pussy munching to be heard amongst her peers that she better learn to become good at both. The last I heard from him was that his bed was now being regularly occupied by both of them and he was getting a lot of attention to his old balls!"

"And Victoria?" I asked even as I chuckled with him over his sister's fate.

"Apparently very keen on fitness and aerobics. She spends her days trying to ensure she still fits into her size 6 dresses and part of that is to ensure that she keeps her husband's attention by ensuring that she shows herself off in the latest scandalous fashions. Purely within their own household of course. She is so frightened that if she went out she would find herself dragged off to be some mobster's moll. Donald seems to think she is a bit soft in the head but she performs energetically for him in the bedroom when he requests it but she also has a special friend amongst her butch protection detail. He is rather miffed though at the rest of the female staff, so far not one of them has succumbed to what he calls is irresistible charms. He has decided that all of them prefer his wife.

"Personally I think both of them are too old to do much more than look and watch, Ollie. They are not the fit and handsome men we are!" he kidded me as he gently punched my unfeeling thigh. I laughed with him and wondered why I had never seen this side of the man before.

I arrived home to an honour guard of servants, my mother and my sisters. I was anxious when I did not see Nanny Jessica but kept a neutral face as Ralph lifted me up and placed me in my chair. "Don't worry, mate she is waiting in your room to make sure you are settled comfortably," he grinned as I gave him a quick whispered thanks. As much as the mental images of my still not quite believable angel guardian gave me some sort of relief, to actually feel my cock giving up its cream was my one obsession right now.

My sisters were pretty and seemed sincere as they bent to kiss me and welcome me home. I could not help but watch their eyes as they viewed my barely scarf covered baldness and the weakness of my legs as Ralph ensured that I was securely strapped into my vehicle. I also could not help but sniff their perfumes and let my eyes drift down to their neck lines which seemed to be quite low today in line with the latest fashions. Softly swelling and lightly jiggling breasts greeted my eyes and I could not help but think how nice they would be to suck on or hold as I ploughed their tight cunts or gripping arseholes.

As each of them stepped back after welcoming me I could not help but stare into their faces. I was looking for some hint that they were planning to take advantage of my current weakness. I felt a shiver over my skin as I imagined many things they could do to make my life even more miserable. I had obviously missed something in my days away at hospital because for the first time in my short life I saw real fear and concern on their faces. Just as father had seemingly transformed at the news that I was dangerously ill, my sisters seemed to have undergone some sort of heart rending episode. I could detect nothing but care and, strangely, love in their looks. I felt my tension ease away from me especially as I watched my mother come towards me.

My mother was the worst as her tits were almost totally exposed to my eyes as she bent and hugged me so that my face was almost pressed against them. I could have let my tongue out and licked her bare skin she was showing so much flesh. I gave my father a grin and wondered whether she was dressed for him after the conversations we had had over the last few nights and his desire to bring his airhead females back into line.

(I found out later from Ralph that my mother had indeed been informed that she was to become more available to her husband and to dress appropriately. Ralph chuckled as he told me the mistress had been quite loud as she found herself bent over the dining room table in father's suite of rooms and well rogered before she was sent back to her own wing minus her flimsy knickers that Ralph had found hanging from a chandelier like some sort of lost bat.)

I was as happy as a pig in mud as I exploded deep into Nanny Jessica's cunt as she rode me on my bed when I had claimed tiredness and a need to nap for the afternoon. My father smiled and gave my shoulder a soft intimate touch and told me that he would ensure Nanny Jessica saw to it. He banished the rest of the servants and my mother and sisters back to their duties.

Late in the night a bright mist covered my bed and I felt warmth pouring into my mind, my chest and into my limbs. My cock rose and I could see it waving almost like a tall lone pine in the flattest of fields. The bright light covered it and I thought I heard giggles as the pleasure emanating from my cock dominated my mind. I slept dreaming of a wonderful angel hovering over my straining cock and using her superb cunt muscle control to bring me to a groaning and arsehole clenching orgasm.

After two days in my bed doing nothing but listening to my sisters prattle on about their latest soap opera hero and the latest of TV programme or trashy novel they were reading, I decided that I needed to get moving. I didn't know how I was going to do it but watching my twin sisters and my oldest sister in short skirts that showed toned and smooth thighs and tops that almost allowed me to see their full tits I wanted to progress with the nasty plans Nanny Jessica and I talked about as she lay beside me savouring the taste of my sperm in her mouth or licking her juices from around my lips as she rode my face carefully ensuring she did not disturb my still sensitive bald skull.

I called Justin and we devised a set of exercises I could do to try and make my reluctant limbs begin to move. I laughed with him as he devised a series of pulleys that could operate my legs and my uninjured left arm as if I was a puppet. It was crude but the doctors approved it when they came and saw the athletic man gently manipulating me so that my muscles stretched and contracted.

At the end of a month I was helping the movement as my brain started to reconnect or repair or whatever brains did. Nanny Jessica had become part of the exercise regime. She would hold the handles on the pulleys and let me resist her gentle pressure. If I succeeded in doing it for thirty minutes she showed more of her body to me. Her three piece outfits, no knickers, gave me a lot of stimulation as she loved to wobble her firm arse in my face and rub her wet bald cunt with her fingers as the special resistant pulley system Justin had built would allow me to work out my muscles even if no-one was around. He even put an alarm in just in case I got a cramp or something else happened. Jessica would tease me as she brought herself to orgasm as I strained to get my legs to come back down before she came. If I did she would reward me with a long hot blowjob as I tried to pull my arms down to hold her head as I strived to blow her tonsils out.