Today was day two at the hospital, I had come in for a routine procedure but because of delays to my scans, I was stuck here. It was nothing scary, some imbalance in magnesium or iron or something that sounded metallic. I had offered to lick an iron bar if it would help but unfortunately, it is not quite that simple, so here I sit.
So, my name is Alice Cotter, I'm 28 years old and I'm 5 feet and 6 inches tall (on my tippy toes) and I weigh around... none of your fucking business! I am slim, let us just leave it at that, I have medium length blonde hair that normally hangs around my shoulders and my breasts are a nice 36c (if you're a man and you're unsure what that means, open up your hand and slap yourself with it. Google is your friend) Sorry if I seem aggressive but I had been trapped in this bed for two days and I was feeling very sorry for myself, I hadn't even been able to give myself a little stroke to pass the time. It is hard to bring yourself to orgasm while an overweight seventy-five-year-old with dodgy glands and flatulence that could blow King Kong off the side of a building is staring at you.
My wife would be visiting me in a few hours; I had not seen her since I came in, and I'd had to travel alone (poor me). She'd had to go to Manchester for some kind of conference and, as if going to Manchester was not punishment enough, she would be sitting with very boring men and women talking about financial stuff that might give a statistician a boner but not my girl. Her name is Sophie Cotter (I took her surname; my maiden name is Dibblesworthy so you can see why) and she is perfect, we met at school and I was immediately in love. Her red hair and amazing figure coupled with a lust for life and, as it turned out, a lust for me too. She has been with me since I first realized I am gay, a couple of awkward kisses and fumbles in the school restroom had swung me over to the pink side of the tracks. We were married by our 25th birthday and life was amazing.
Given that I have told you how much we are in love, our sex life decisions might surprise you. We have two rules, you do not wake up in anyone else's bed and you do not have sex with another person more than once unless it involves both of us. It is simple really because we spend a fair amount of time apart we sometimes need something more than a dildo to get us through, as long as it's just sex it's allowed, but when it comes to cuddling up at night, only my Sophie will do!
It might seem like that would force us apart, but it doesn't, it makes things much more interesting. There are not many things more erotic than listening to my girl talking about her fun nights while stroking my inner thigh. So, what's our policy when it comes to cock? We do not discriminate, we have shared men before but to be honest, Sophie enjoys them more than I do. If I want something long to throw up on me, I'll feed sweeties to a worm.
When we are together; it's like drinking a potion that makes you feel sexy, horny, and in love all at the same time and it leads to many adventures. We are both exhibitionists when we are together and some of the things we have done I would never do if I was alone, but being with her made me feel safe and able to explore myself in ways I'd be too afraid to face without her.
It was just after 2pm, dinner had been served and the empty plates had been taken away, it tasted like a footballer's balls had been dipped in my mouth, and judging by the hair in it, he needed a shave down there, but I did not care. Sophie would be here any moment.
There were only three people on this ward, Brenda, the overweight fart factory I mentioned earlier, Jessie; a rather lovely brunette who had her leg in a cast, and Stacy a young blonde no more than nineteen years old. I thought she was cute at first but she had some kind of weapons-grade STI that made her vagina swell up and turn a shade of purple and red, kind of like a clown's lips after a car crash!
All three women were busy sleeping, reading, or scratching themselves (no prizes for guessing who was itchy) which just left little old me. Then, just as I was excitedly looking out for the unmistakable red hair of my wife, I fell asleep!
When my senses slowly began to return to me, I was dimly aware of a warm feeling around my right hand and a soft pressure on my lips. I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the contact that I knew was coming from my darling wife, my smile betrayed my slumber and I opened my lips enough to tempt her tongue into my mouth. Delicious warmth moved past my lips as her tongue slipped in and danced with my own. After an all too brief moment, she withdrew and moved away as I opened my eyes and looked up at Sophie, her hair hanging down over my face and a beautiful smile on her lips. She was beyond beautiful, and behind her looking extremely interested was Louise, the nurse!
Sophie saw me looking past her and turned to see what had caught my attention, Louise looked like she had been caught killing a nun with a hammer and froze. She was about five feet tall and very petite like a stiff breeze would carry her away. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail apart from a couple of strands of hair that fell over her face. Her blue dress was extremely unflattering, covering her up from her throat to her knees where a pair of white socks and buckle shoes completed the look. She looked about twenty years old and had a very sweet face.
"It's okay cutie," Sophie playfully told her. "We're married." With that, she turned back to me and covered my mouth with hers and kissed me with a special passion only a wife can give. She loved to tease and I loved how brash and bold she could be, by the time Sophie broke away this time; Louise was nowhere to be seen!
"You're terrible!" I told her, smiling widely. Everything felt better and more acceptable now she was with me.
"I know, but you wouldn't have me any other way," she winked as she said it.
"Oh, believe me, I'd have you any way I can get you," I told her, feeling a little gushy.
"Don't worry darling, you can have me any way you like." She went to sit down but I stopped her by leaning forward and kissing her again, not quite so sexily as before, I just wanted her to know I had missed her. I released her long enough for her to sit on the stool next to me. The bed did not have the side rails up and was about level with the stool Sophie was sitting on so I got a lovely view of her as she sat and crossed one leg over the other.
Sophie was wearing a loose silver blouse that looked gorgeous on her, it had the top two buttons undone so a little bit of cleavage was visible as well as her baby pink bra. Her breasts are slightly smaller than mine are, and just the right size for sucking. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders and stopped around the middle of her back, she had kept it that long since school and thought of it as her best feature. For me though, as she well knew, my favourite parts of her body, aside from her gorgeous smile, are her legs. Clearly, she had this in mind when she came to visit me that day because she had on a red pleated short skirt that only just made it to mid-thigh! When she sat down facing me and crossed her legs, I could just see her pink panties that matched her bra!
"Wow," I said after a moment of looking her up and down. "You look so hot!"
"Thank you, baby," she said with a smile, looking happy that I'd noticed the effort she'd made. "You look pretty good too! That long blue hospital gown suits you, you should bring it home and we can play 'doctors and nurses' when you get back!"
We both laughed, partly because it sounded funny and partly because it was a good idea! She moved the stool a little closer, took hold of my hand, and kissed it.
Sophie had been scared when I was sent to the hospital, I'd been feeling rough for a few days and Sophie had finally convinced me to have a blood test which had shown a small deficiency of metal, apparently. She was upset she couldn't see me straight away and had to go to that meeting in Manchester, originally she was going to spend longer there but she had talked to her manager and been allowed to cut it short so she could get back today.
"How are you feeling babe?" she asked. "I'm sorry I didn't get back sooner."
"I'm fine, much better since they hooked me up to this thing. Not often the juice out of a bag is beneficial but this is doing the trick," I wanted to keep the tone light in case she started to worry again. "After my scan later on I should be allowed home."
"That's good sweetie, if anything ever happened..."
"Hey, don't get mushy on me girl! I'm fine." I reached out and stroked her knee. "Okay?"
"Okay," she relaxed more and glanced around. "What's with the girl over there? Does she think that if she scratches that thing enough she'll win a car?" We both burst out laughing, Stacy had her earphones on and was tapping her feet to whatever she was listening to, one hand holding her phone and the other hand... you get the idea!
"I don't know," I whispered while giggling. "I reckon that from now on she'll make sure her boyfriend is wearing three condoms and a shopping bag before she lets him near her again though!" That set us off again.
"It's nice to feel you touching me," Sophie said looking down at my hand on her knee.
"Knowing you were in here made me miss you even more than usual."
"I missed you too. I like your panties; did you wear them especially for me?" I asked.
