This is my first adventure at story writing and I am indebted to two Editors, Mariewriter and the second who wishes to remain anonymous but who was so valuable to my effort. Both schooled me on writing and I am certainly better for it. I welcome the reader's comments as they too will serve to guide my future efforts. I hope you enjoy the read.
I still cannot believe what happened to me recently. There really isn't any way to describe it, as it was so completely unexpected and totally out of character for me. But, I can't undo it and to be really honest with myself, I'm not sure I would, even if I could. Though shocking, it was 'magic' on so many levels and my heart is still fluttering with the memory.
I've been happily married to my husband, Ted, for more than 40 years now. Ted and I have raised several children together and at this point we have earned our retirement. We've had a great life - quite exciting at times and have kind of settled into our so-called twilight years. Don't get me wrong, we're both still quite active and we're always being told that we don't look or act the age we actually are. Ted is 62 and I am 60. When you get to be our age, you think you have seen or done it all.
But there was one normal afternoon that turned into an evening I will never forget. Just remembering that crazy night still leaves me breathless and tingling all over
I had an appointment at the local hospital where I used to work as an Emergency Room Nurse. I had spent about 30 years there in the Emergency Department (ER). Over the course of those years I came to know many doctors - male and female - who served their internship or residency there. In fact, we socialized with many of them and still do with a couple.
My husband, Ted, drove me the 10 miles to my appointment at the hospital, complaining the whole way about belly pain. We parked the car in the parking garage across the street. While walking to the hospital Ted had to throw up three times. We both were thinking possibly food poisoning from something he ate the night before. He said he would be all right now that he threw up so we proceeded by elevator for my appointment on the third floor.
I was being prepped for my half hour test by having to change into a hospital gown while Ted waited on the other side of the drawn curtain. The Nurse came and informed me that Ted was doubled over in his chair seemingly in a lot of pain. I told Ted to let the Nurse take him to the ER so they could see what the problem was. I told him that I would meet him there as soon as they finished my test. The Nurse got a wheelchair and saw that he was taken to the Emergency Department.
I finished with my test and went straight to the ER to join Ted. Upon arrival I learned from the Doctor that it was not food poisoning after all but, instead, he had a bowel obstruction and needed emergency surgery! Well this was certainly not expected. They had given Ted various medications that alleviated his pain for the most part. The surgeon informed us that as soon as an Operating room and Staff were available they would take him to surgery.
The ER staff moved Ted to a room in the back where we could wait in private and they could keep a close eye on his monitors. While we waited, I thought about our upcoming anniversary and the great years we had spent together. Ted shifted on the bed. The sheet slipped away, uncovering his leg. I reached over him to replace the sheet. Even seriously ill, Ted's amorous nature took over. He reached up and grabbed my breast with one hand while trying to slip his other between my legs. This is just typical of Ted.
Ted is quite amorous - actually to be honest, he's really oversexed! I mean that in a very positive way, though, as he has kept me laughing over it all of our marriage. To this day he can't keep his hands off of me. I constantly have to be on guard as he is always grabbing at my tits or squeezing my ass cheeks or goosing me. He says my tits drive him crazy and that he can't get enough of them.
I must admit I do have a very nice 'rack' of 36 DD's thanks to a great 'uplifting' job by a skilled surgeon. But, gawd, when will he ever slow down! It seems 24 hours a day he's unloading sexual innuendos on me. I have to constantly be alert for his hands. It is fun though.
In fact, if I would give in, he'd be between my legs every night and surely mornings too! Don't get me wrong, I like the attention and he keeps me laughing, but his behavior is really surprising considering what we have had to deal with these past dozen years or so. You see Ted can't sustain an erection anymore.
It started just before he had his heart surgery. Just one day he showed signs of Peyronie's problem, that is a curvature of the penis caused by scar tissue that interfered with blood flow.
He went to a Urologist who tried various things including a series of 15 shots of a collagen directly into the scar tissue, but it had no effect. Viagra and Cialis helped for a while, but then with the heart and blood pressure meds, erections where all but finished. This was a huge adjustment for us as we had an exceptionally vigorous and active sex life. Lord, could that man get me off in so many ways. And oh those magical fingers of his. Ted knows my body inside and out. It was not unusual for me to have multiple orgasms from all the erotic things he did to me.
Those days are far in the past and I miss making love sometimes for hours. Don't get me wrong, he still pleases me with those fingers and tongue but, I miss that cock filling me and driving me wild. I understand everyone has problems, this is ours, and we just learn to deal with them don't we?
Ted's physical condition did nothing to smoother the flame inside me though. Even without an erection he was still ready to touch me every chance he got even in the hospital.
Ted went through surgery and did well and was placed in a private room. It's funny, but, even in a somewhat still sedated state after recovery he was trying to grab my tit as I leaned down to kiss him. I certainly wasn't surprised by this after all these years. He'll never change and I'm glad. I spent the evening with him until visiting hours were over, and told him I would be back to see him the next morning. A nice kiss and a couple of titty squeezes and I was on my way.
The next day I arranged for my daughter to take our dogs so I could spend the entire day and evening at the hospital with Ted. He was feeling better and complaining about not getting any 'real' food.
They had him on a liquid diet and they needed to make sure his bowel could handle that before putting him on some regular light food. He also wanted to get discharged as soon as possible, since he detested hospitals. The doctor told him that he had to be able to handle the food and also pass gas and have a bowel movement before he could go home which would take about two or three more days. He also needed to be able to sit up in a chair and go for walks to ensure his mobility.
On the second afternoon, we decided to take a longer walk around the halls of the hospital wing. We rounded the corner near a Nurses' Station. Several doctors and nurses were gathered talking about charts. I heard a familiar voice and thought it sounded a lot like Dr. Jefferson from my days as an ER Nurse. He looked up and we made eye contact.
"Sharon, is that really you?"
I was right. Dr. Connor Jefferson, interned at the ER where I had worked many years before. Connor came around and gave me a great big hug and shook Ted's hand. We smiled and talked about how long it had been, what he's been up to and other small talk.
I said, "You're still dressing the same."
He smiled and said, "What can I say."
Connor always was such a nice dresser - not the business suit type, but what has been referred to as 'chic casual' straight out of GQ magazine - plenty of beautiful sweaters, flared linen or silk slacks and fine stylish loafers. Dr. Jefferson was and still is a very handsome black man. He's not the big muscular type, but rather lean or lithe type who was always so pleasant and nice to all the nurses. He has a killer smile and we had some fun times in the ER when he was on duty. He asked what brought us to the hospital, how my husband was doing and if I was back for good. After some small chit chat we continued on our walk. On the way back, Connor waved again and gave that killer smile and said it was so nice to see me again.
I helped Ted get cleaned up and we both read the paper and talked a while until his supper came. He devoured what little there was as we watched TV.
"While you relax I am going to go down to the hospital cafeteria to get something to eat. I'm famished since I haven't eaten since breakfast. I'll be right back up."
"You really don't need to stay with me so late. I'm really tired and this pain medication is making me real sleepy. I know you would like to stay but, you really should just head home after you eat and get some rest yourself. I will be asleep very shortly as it is."
"OK, I'm tired too, so I will head home after getting a bite to eat and I'll see you in the morning. I'll bring the paper for you to read. Anything else you want?"
