I don't remember a great deal about the accident. My memory provides me with occasional fleeting glimpses of my car as it ploughed into the side of the refuse truck and then only senses of pain in my arms and legs until the sirens of the ambulance.....
My wife, Joy and I had been out for the evening at a local restaurant. We had enjoyed a first class meal, and although I did not drink, because of the drive home, Joy consumed a considerable quantity of wine. The drive home was lengthy and slow, due to the extremely wet weather we had been experiencing. The road was slick and I was keeping to a slow, steady speed.
Joy was in one of her "playful" moods, kicking off her high heels and teasing me by letting one stocking clad foot run up and down her other leg and showing off a considerable amount of creamy white thigh above her grip-tops. She knew the effect that this always had on me, and smiled that sensuous little grin that told me she was feeling horny. I had trouble keeping my eyes off her legs and on the road, and when she pulled her halter top down, just a little, to expose a bare breast, I could feel my erection pressing painfully against my underwear.
The refuse truck seemed to come out of nowhere. One moment I was looking at Joy as she tweaked her stiff little nipple, the next it was right in front of me. As I have said, I remember very little after that point; broken glass and a lot of pain in my limbs. I was told later that I must have swerved sideways, protecting the passenger side and taking the full impact of the crash on my side of the car. This seems plausible, because, while I suffered several broken bones and a nasty concussion, Joy escaped from the crash practically unscathed.
I remember being stretchered into a waiting ambulance and being given a large injection of pain killers. Joy was with me and we were joined by two paramedics as we started the hour long journey to the hospital. The drugs that had been injected into me (morphine, I have been told since), were taking effect. I felt like I was floating away. My eyes remained open and I could see what was going on around me, but it was like being in a dream. It was as if I were looking down on myself with no way to communicate with the world and the people in it. I could hear my wife and the medics talking, but their voices sounded distant and fuzzy.
What happened next, still haunts me. Not because of the events themselves, but because I am still unsure of whether they were real or not. Joy still tells me that it was all in my imagination, brought on by the high level of morphine that I had been given and the concussion, but when we talk about it, I can still see a faint gleam in her eye, and a wry smile develops around her lips when she thinks I am not looking.
We had started the journey to the hospital, and I was, by now, well out of it and living happily somewhere near the planet Venus. The dream world that I was in, seemed safe and secure. I could hear Joy talking and tried to focus on her words. They were coming from far away, but the tone was light and airy, punctuated by laughter that seemed to tinkle through the air. For a moment it occurred to me that the laughter was directed at myself, but as I listened closer I could hear the medics complimenting my wife on her attire and how lucky she had been to escape without so much as a scratch. She giggled like a schoolgirl as she was told how sexy she looked in the dress and how the spilt in the side of it complimented her long, shapely legs.
It was about this time that my vision became a little clearer and I seemed to rise above my own body . I could see Joy sitting between the two medics, both men, that looked a little younger than us and very fit. They were almost sandwiching her between them, they were so close. They kept looking at each other and then at my wife as they continued to shower her with compliments. Then it happened. The taller man's hand landed lightly on Joy's leg, right by the split in her dress and started to gently massage her thigh.
My mind tried to cry out, but in my drug induced dream world, I was unable to make a sound, unable to communicate in any way. I just had to look on helplessly. In any other situation I would have been furious; jealous of any other man being close enough to Joy to be able to smell the scent from her honey blonde hair, to see the swell of her large, firm breasts or to be able to feel the smoothness of her beautifully contoured legs. But the drugs seemed to calm me to the extent of happy acceptance. It seemed so natural at that point for me just to be an uninvolved spectator. Almost a voyeur.
The taller medic's hand was now exploring a little further inside the split of Joy's dress, pushing the garment slowly up towards her waist. The compliments were still coming, but seemed unnecessary now, as Joy was enjoying the attention as much as they were. The dress was pulled slowly higher and higher, exposing more of her creamy, smooth thighs, until finally her white, lace panties became visible.
By this time the shorter man had loosened the thin straps of her halter top and was gently easing it down to expose her large boobs. Both men's breathing had become heavier and I could see large bulges in the front of their coverall's. Joy moaned deep in her throat as the shorter man bent his head slowly and let his lips close over a distended nipple. She closed her eyes and gasped as he sucked it deep into his mouth, using his teeth to gently nipple the hot flesh until it seemed to throb and pulse rhythmically.
