Bob arrived on time. It was important that he told no one he was coming over. This was to be a very special night. He assured me he could be trusted; this was just between us. I poured him a large drink and explained the house rules. Unless he promised to stick to them, the evening would end right there and then, so he agreed.
The rules were simple enough: at no time was he to mention my husband. He was to give me his full attention at all times and do as I ask. My husband you see, had an accident one year ago. Since then, we haven't had sex. I still had my needs of course and he understood. One of the ways we stayed close is he would watch me masturbate. He liked that, I liked it too. I would dress up for him in sexy outfits. He would sit and watch as I wriggled on the bed, pleasuring myself to climax. After, I would let him smell my fingers. Given his condition, that was as close to sex as he could get.
There came a time when that wasn't enough, for either of us. I was still young and needed to feel a man inside me. The only way I could make that work was if my husband could watch. I wanted him to see the pleasure in my eyes as another man took me. For him to watch another man do the things to his wife he once did. And that's where Bob comes into the picture. Bob used to work with my husband. He knew all about his accident and has known me for quite some time. I always got the feeling he fancied me.
He was just perfect. Bob was similar to my husband's age, height and build. He also fully understood the situation. More importantly, he understood and agreed to the rules. Given the nature of the situation, that was most important. My husband was waiting upstairs, sitting in his favourite chair near the window. From there, he could see outside, and of course, had a good view of our bed. A bed where he was about to enjoy me, albeit vicariously, through the hands and body of another man.
