I'm Afraid It's the (in) Law

Daisy had been wandering around the house doing odd jobs. She'd just finished washing up and was putting everything away when she glanced up at the clock, still two hours until her husband Dave came home. Well, assuming he finished on time tonight.

She couldn't really complain, he was a manager at his company and sometimes had to stay over for a while to complete jobs or finish online meetings. His job was well-paid, so well-paid that when she'd lost her job when they'd had to make redundancies Dave had told not to rush into finding a new job as he could easily cover the bills. He'd told her to wind down and take time for herself, she had been working at the same company since she was eighteen after all.

Now thirty-one years old, she was glad of having the chance to have a bit of peace now and again, the chance to watch stream TV shows she'd seen people raving about online, although she also missed some of her former work colleagues. Reluctantly there were no children to look after, not for want of trying. Six years they'd been married, and still no signs of children on the way. She scrolled social media and saw a show mentioned that she hadn't watched. She glanced at the clock, she'd have time to watch an episode as it was an hour long, and then she'd have to start preparing their evening meal. It would give her the chance to see if was worth continuing.

It was racier than she thought it would be with a lot more nudity, both male and female, than she'd expected. Daisy wasn't prudish by any scale but was glad she was alone. This was definitely a show she'd continue to watch she thought, feeling her knickers start to get a little damp by the end of the episode. If she'd been expecting Dave to help out later, he came home three hours late, barely ate any food, and then went to bed saying he had an early start. Daisy stayed up and turned the TV volume down to a quiet level, by the third episode she was rubbing her fingers through her wet folds, her knickers discarded on the floor.

Three days later came the shock phone call. Dave had phoned her during the day, which put Daisy on alert immediately. His father, a police officer, had been shot and had been rushed to hospital. Dave was leaving work to be with him and told her that he'd phone her later to keep her updated. After several messages he told her that he was fine, the bullet had cut the flesh just above his knee but hadn't gone right through. He'd had surgery but wouldn't be able to walk properly for a couple of months at least.

"I've told him he can move in with us," Dave told her.

"What? Why here?" Daisy exclaimed.

"He can't go home, you know he's lived alone for the last two years since Mum passed away," Dave answered, "and Joe and Billy have kids and no room for him."

"But you haven't even asked me if it's okay," Daisy complained.

"Well it's the only option so it's happening," Dave told her.

Joe and Billy were Dave's two older brothers. There was a year between each of them, Joe being 34, Billy at 33, and Dave the youngest at 32 years old. They were both married with three children each, and like their dad Frank were all big stocky builds compared to Dave who was like his mum had been, thin and wiry, his glasses making him look nerdy. It wasn't that Daisy didn't like Frank, but she knew being at home she'd be the one having to look after him.

The two brothers were unlike Dave in other ways too. Joe had a reputation for being a ladies' man at college, and when Daisy had started seeing Dave within the first six months he seemed to have a different girlfriend every couple of weeks. He'd tried it on with Daisy who'd turned him down as politely as she could.

Billy, ironically with his dad being a policeman, was always getting himself into silly scrapes, usually ending in fights. He'd been in prison three times, each for relatively minor offences and for around six months at a time. He'd got married around the same time as Daisy and Dave had and seemed to be turning his life around.

"Help me get him upstairs," Dave had asked Daisy when he bought him home a few days later.

It was awkward, Frank had a metal support around his knee to keep his leg straight, so the only way they could get him up was to grab under his arms and walk him backwards up the stairs. They managed it after a while, getting Frank into bed. Dave asked Daisy to go and pour him a jug of water. Bringing it back up to them Dave had got a swinging table that Frank could pull around in front of him and set the jug down next to a bottle of squash. Frank had pyjama trousers on with the support over the top, and Dave had helped him put his pyjama top on too.

"Do the trousers hurt, are they rubbing the wound at all?" Daisy asked.

"No, my knee is bandaged up so it doesn't rub, and to give the wound the chance to heal a little. I have to keep the support on for a couple of days then the dressings will need changing though," Frank told her.

"It could have been a lot worse," Dave added, "the bullet went through the flesh and missed any bones."

They left him to watch TV and around thirty minutes later Daisy took a bell up to him.

"Here, if you need anything just ring the bell or shout out, I'll come as soon as I hear it," she told him.

Frank thanked her, and also for allowing him to stay there while he healed. He told her he wouldn't call out unless he really needed something, he'd try to fend for himself. Daisy told him it was no problem. The following morning Dave told her that he wasn't going to work to help out, but Daisy told him she'd cope fine. After Dave had left she went up and knocked on the bedroom door, entering upon hearing Frank answer.

"Do you want tea or coffee?" she asked him.

"I'd love one, but I'm soft drinks only for now thanks. I could do with some fresh water though please, I left the jug lid open by accident," Frank answered.

Daisy went downstairs and poured some fresh water and took it up to him. She made sure he was comfortable, helping him sit up a little more and plumping up his pillows, then told him she'd leave the door ajar in case he needed anything. As she went downstairs she heard the sound from the TV playing. Hearing nothing from him over the next hour, Daisy decided to do her home workout routine.

It wasn't anything special, just something she'd thought of herself. Twenty sit-ups, twenty press-ups, then a thirty-second rest. It repeated with thirty of each, then forty, then fifty. She usually finished it off by running up and back down the first three steps of the stairs as quickly as she could for as long as she could. It wasn't much, but it did keep her figure quite trim and it kept her happy. When she started on the stairs, Frank called out.

"Are you okay? What's that noise?" he shouted.

"Sorry, I was just working out, was I making too much noise?" she queried.

"No, I just didn't know what was happening," he said, "can you come up through please?"

Daisy started up the stairs and then paused. She'd put on some lycra jogging pants and wore an old loose t-shirt that was now wet through. She wondered about changing first but didn't want to without showering. No, she thought, let's see what he wants first. She walked into the bedroom to see him slouched over to one side.

"Are you okay, what's happened?" she cried out.

"I'm fine, I was trying to alter the pillows and got myself stuck like the silly old fool I am," he said.

"Fifty-five isn't that old silly," Daisy laughed.

She leaned him forward slowly, telling him to put his arm around her to support his weight while she moved the pillows. As she reached around her his hand gripped on her side, right under her breast. She moved the pillows, and in doing so his hand brushed over her breast. She glanced at him, but he wasn't looking, his eyes were closed. It must have been accidental she told herself. She got him comfortable, then stood back.

"Sorry about the sweaty clothes," she told him.

"It's fine, you said you were exercising. Do you do so every day?" he asked.

"Yeah, about the same time if I can, it passes a little time even if it's pointless," Daisy said.

"You look great, I'd say it was working just fine," he smiled.

Daisy blushed and playfully punched his shoulder. She'd just left the room when she heard him cry out. She went back, and he said sorry.

"I've knocked the TV remote on the floor," he said apologetically.

Daisy bent to pick it up, facing away from Frank. As she picked it up she thought she heard a sharp intake of breath. Turning and handing it to him, he didn't look at her as he held his hand out to take the controls from her. As she started to walk down the stairs, she heard Frank muttering 'Oh fuck, oh fuck'. She shouted back and asked if he'd dropped the controls again, but he told her he was fine. Daisy wondered what had bothered him. Later when she took him some food up she studied his face, to see if he was looking at her funny, but he was as normal as usual.

The following day she was just about to change to start her workout when the doorbell rang. She opened the door to see a female nurse standing there.

"Hi, I'm here to check on Frank Ward," she said, flashing her ID to Daisy.

"Oh yes, I forgot he had a check-up today," Daisy answered, letting her in.

The woman, probably in her mid-forties, told Daisy she shouldn't be too long, she'd need to change his dressing and make sure the stitches were okay still. She asked Daisy to show her the way, following her up the stairs.

"Oh, two beautiful ladies to look after me today," Frank laughed.

Daisy pulled back the duvet at her request, and then the nurse told her they'd need to remove Frank's bottoms, and could she go to the other side of the bed so they could do a leg each. She removed the support and slid it down his leg, then they slowly pulled his pyjama bottoms off. She undid the bandages carefully, then took off the padding. Daisy gasped seeing the wound, it was right across the front of his leg, just a couple of inches above his knee.

"That looks like it's healing nicely, I'll show you how to massage his legs and how to rub this ointment onto the stitches," she told Daisy.

Daisy looked at her puzzled, then asked why she needed to be shown. The nurse picked up her folder and read the notes.

"You're Daisy, right? You're on the notes as his primary carer, that's why we allowed him to come home," the nurse explained, "it was at the request of your son?" she continued, turning to Frank.

"Yes, Dave said you'd be looking after me so I didn't have to stay in the hospital," Frank answered, looking back at Daisy.

"Well it should have been explained to me properly, I thought I was just keeping you comfortable and bringing you things," Daisy said grumpily.

She watched as the nurse massaged his calf muscles slowly and gently in turn, then she did the same to his thighs, explaining to Daisy she'd need to do this while he was bedridden and his muscles weren't being used. She showed her how to dab the ointment on, how to work it gently onto the stitches, and then how to re-apply the padding. She stood back and nodded towards Frank.

"Let me see you massage him so I know he's in capable hands," she asked Daisy.

Daisy did so, hearing little groans from Frank as she did his thighs, the nurse telling him that he had a better nurse than her to look after him, laughing as she did so. She told her to re-apply the ointment once a day, and to massage his legs at the same time, and left a card with her number on, telling her to phone any time if she needed anything.

"We'll change his pyjamas before I leave, and it will be easier for Daisy to massage you if you leave the bottoms off," she asked.

He nodded, and the nurse unbuttoned his top and pulled it from his shoulders. Daisy gulped and then blushed and looked away as he sat in front of them in just a pair of very tight pants, his cock bulge very obvious. The nurse saw her reaction and told her she could leave while she finished changing him if she felt awkward. Daisy bit her lip and told her she was fine, she'd have to change him herself from now on anyway.

When she'd left, Frank apologised to Daisy about her being upset about having to look after him more than she'd been happy to. Daisy told him she was just angry at Dave for not explaining fully, not for looking after him. Daisy asked if he needed anything before she started her workout, and Frank shook his head no. She went in to change and then headed downstairs.

She'd done the other exercises and had just started on the stairs when she paused, hearing talking from upstairs. She started to walk up, then realised it would be the TV. She turned to go back down and then heard the unmistakable sounds of a woman moaning loudly.

"Oh fuck, oh shit," she heard Frank call out.

"Are you okay up there?" Daisy shouted.

"Erm, yes, sort of," Frank muttered.

Daisy walked up the stairs and could hear Frank muttering to himself. She pushed the door open and saw the remote controls on the floor where Frank had knocked them. She picked them up and went to hand them to him, then stopped dead as she saw and heard the screen.

"Frank, are you watching porn for fucks sake," Daisy cried out.

She quickly looked around the room and noticed that the table housed a box of tissues handy. She looked at Frank who was grinning.

"A man has needs, it's only my legs that are out of action," he laughed, "that reminds me, the bin may need emptying please."

Daisy walked around the bed pulled the bag from the bin and pulling a face at him, carried it from the room. As she got to the top of the stairs she heard Frank chuckle. Daisy herself was thinking about the bin. The bag was almost full of tissues, he'd only been here for a few days. How many times had he wanked while he was here? She found herself laughing, Dave would have been lucky to have two used tissues in the bin if that. When Dave got back from work, she asked him to take his father's food up as she didn't want to face him.

She woke the next morning to find her husband had gone to work early. She went downstairs to do breakfast and make coffee and glanced at the bin. Her mind wandered to Frank and the bag from his room. She hadn't counted the tissues but guessed he must have wanked four or five times a day since being there. She made her drink and put the coffee and sugar in Frank's mug, ready to pour the water in when he shouted her. She settled on the sofa with her toast and put the TV on.

She hadn't watched her new show for a few days so decided to play catch-up while Frank was still asleep. The first ten minutes were already quite risque with one of the male actors fully nude at one point. Daisy felt her stomach flutter, she had woken more frisky than she'd realised. Watching the show, she absent-mindedly slid her hand down the front of her bed shorts. Just as she'd slid a finger along her wet folds Frank shouted out to her. She quickly paused the TV poured his drink and took his breakfast up to him.

He'd pushed the duvet down and pulled the table around ready, then Daisy told him she'd come back up to fetch his empty plate and mug when she'd finished watching the show. Ten minutes later Frank called out again.

"Sorry, I've spilt some of my drink down me," he told her as she walked in.

She grabbed a towel and handed it to him, Frank dabbing down over his stomach and then looked at her.

"It's gone over my shorts and my top is wet, I'm going to need to get changed," he said.

Daisy turned and pulled his other shorts from the bag, then found a button-up shirt. She turned and held her hand out to him.

"I'm going to need your help," he said, nodding towards his leg.

Daisy sighed and helped him change his top, then asked him to raise it so he could push his shorts down he had to lean against her. She heard him moan softly as her still-hard nipples pushed into his back, and he pushed the shorts a little.

"I can't do any more, you'll have to, please?" he asked.

Daisy went to his side and he put his arm around her waist to steady himself as he leaned sideways. As he did so Daisy pulled at his shorts, changing sides and lowering them a little further each time, until they came down enough for his cock to spring into view. Daisy gasped upon seeing it, and she heard Frank chuckle. She pulled the shorts down his legs slowly, hoping Frank didn't notice how she kept glancing at his cock.

It wasn't because of the length, it was around the same size as Dave's. But much as Dave's cock was thin and wiry like his body, Frank's cock was thicker like his body was. Finally, she pulled the shorts from his ankles and pulled the others on, pulling them up his legs and finally managing to get them on him. She made her excuses and went back downstairs. She watched the end of the episode all flustered, then went back to the part with the male nude and slid her shorts down. Knowing Frank wouldn't be able to come down and catch her, she stared at the cock on screen and fingered her soaked pussy hard, and found herself imagining it was Franks. She couldn't wait for Dave to come home that night, but she was left disappointed when he phoned to say he'd be back late.

It was very warm the next day, and Daisy did her workout leaving on the vest top she'd put on when getting up, and putting on some loose shorts. Just as she'd finished doing her stair runs, Frank shouted down to her. She walked up to him and walked into the bedroom to see him with a grimace on his face.

"Ouch, my calf muscle is tense, I think I stretched it," he growled.

Daisy pulled the duvet away from the bottom of the bed, exposing his leg. She rubbed the muscle gently, pushing her thumbs into it a little, hearing little sighs from Frank. He told her that felt better, but not to stop just yet and could she lean over and do the other one. As she leaned over the bed, Daisy saw a quick flash of light and Frank started to laugh. Daisy looked up to see his phone in his hand, pointing at her. Not only that, but he'd pulled the duvet away and his shorts were pulled down, his semi-erect cock in view.

"What the fuck Frank?" Daisy cried out.

"Sorry, but it was such a great view I couldn't resist," he laughed.

He showed Daisy his phone, at that angle he could see down her loose vest, her tits hanging down, her nipples almost in view. Not only that but although she wasn't that close, the angle made it look like she was just about to take his cock into her mouth.

"Don't look at me all high and mighty, I saw the way you were looking at it yesterday. You liked it, didn't you? I'm not surprised with not getting any," he scoffed.

"I wasn't looking at it at all," Daisy scowled, "and I'm your son's wife, you should so some respect."

"Wife in name, but he hasn't fucked you once since I've been here," Frank retorted, "he always was the little runt of the family, not a proper man like me and his brothers. Don't lie, the walls are quite thin and I'd be able to hear if you were fucking or not."

Daisy called him a few names and walked out, hearing Frank protesting that she hadn't massaged his thighs, then laughing out loud. She went to shower, and while soaping herself over found her hands wandering between her legs thinking about his cock and she masturbated to orgasm. She towelled herself dry and then realised in her haste to get away from Frank she'd not picked her clothes up. She walked across the landing to her bedroom, not noticing she'd left Frank's bedroom door wide open, giving him a quick accidental viewing of her naked body as she did so.

She took him drinks and meals up later and nothing was said, Frank just thanking her, it was like nothing had happened earlier. If Daisy thought it had been forgotten, the next morning was another eye-opener. The doorbell rang fairly early, Dave hadn't long gone out to work and Daisy thought he'd left his keys. Instead, she opened the door to a delivery driver. He stood in the doorway, holding a parcel out for Daisy.