We were very much a typical middle class, empty nest couple in our mid-fifties. Both Cindy and I had been previously married to others. We had also been divorced and single for awhile before we met. We had been married to each other for 12 wonderful years. She was 3 years younger than me and certainly more attractive. Another difference was height. She was just over 5'0" while I was a foot and a half taller. Though she had put on a little weight since we married, every pound was placed perfectly. Topping it off was a stylish short cut of her naturally blonde hair and her lovely face only slightly touched by time.
Things were good. We were doing well in our careers and on track for a comfortable retirement. We looked forward to doing a little travel. Cindy would spend time searching antique stores and I would have more time to pursue my long-time photography hobby.
She worked as a bank officer and I was a construction worker. My work was hot in summer and cold in winter and dirty all the time. As a side job, I photographed a wedding or two now and then.
Cindy also moonlighted at the local mall most evenings after her day job. We weren't penny pinchers, but we wanted to retire as comfortably as we could. As I said, a typical working couple getting by.
Our lives were not perfect by any means. I hated my construction job, but it paid well and had good benefits. Cindy's bank had been sold to another bank, and she feared being swept out as some other employees had been. Just the typical gripes and fears that most people endured.
Typical, that is, until Cindy noticed my right arm. Not that she hadn't noticed that I had two arms. What caught her attention was the fact that my left arm would swing while I walked but the right arm didn't. I blew it off, but she was like a bulldog with a bone. But I put off going to get it checked out until I caught myself using my left hand more than normal.
To make a long story short, I found out that I had Parkinson's Disease. It is an insidious disease — one that continues to take and take until there is nothing left. It affects everyone differently. In my case, it knocked me down rather quickly. To be honest, the Parkinson's had help in that regard. Genetics and a life of physical labor gave me bum hips. After having blood clots in my lungs (twice) no surgeon would do the hip replacement surgery. It took all of the above to put me in a wheelchair.
Of course, that put an end to my construction job. I was able to retire, but not as comfortably as we had planned. Cindy continued working, with the added burden of caring for me after work. That meant leaving her side job.
And to make matters worse, our sex life became all but nonexistent. At first it was my painfully arthritic hips, later it was the many powerful meds that made me unable to perform. Despite prescriptions for Viagra and other ED drugs there was little or no response. While I was still able to use other means to such as fingers, tongue and toys it just wasn't the same. I know it wasn't for me and was sure it wasn't the same for her, either.
Although Cindy was understanding I could tell that the stress of her job and caring for me was taking it's toll on her. And the stress of being in this chair constantly was taking it's toll on me as well. Though I tried very hard to not be a burden to her, I still felt that I was at fault for the distress I saw in her face. And that's how things stayed. That is, until I finally realized what she was missing—a hard cock. With my problem, there was only one way to accomplish that. She was no virgin when we married for sure. So I mulled over the solution to that dilemma.
I won't lie and say that I had never thought of this before my handicapped days. Years earlier I had subscriptions to a couple of porn magazines. One was well known for it's letters that all seemed to begin with "You ain't gonna believe this shit." One recurring theme was husbands who got off on watching their wife getting fucked by another man. I especially gravitated to the one where the husband ate the wife's 'creampie,' the other guy's cum from her freshly fucked pussy. I certainly was not gay, but certainly curious. These letters really turned me on. Since I wasn't married at the time, I wasn't sure why they had so much appeal to me. When I thought of my current situation the letters came to mind. I realized how big the risk was of making her mad at me. So I kept that idea tucked away, just waiting for that perfect time to make the suggestion. That perfect time came soon and unexpectedly.
Most of our conversations those days consisted of her describing the soap opera that went on in her bank. Who was getting married, whose kids were in trouble in school, whose dog had worms. It bored me most of the time. Sometimes an interesting nugget would pop up.
"Julie got asked out on a date. Can you believe it? Then Sharon told everyone she's pregnant."
"W-wait a minute, you mean that not so attractive lady across the way from your desk? Isn't she married?"
Cindy was a bit surprised. I usually didn't react to her tales of the bank women.
"Yes. It's a minor scandal. She said they just went to dinner and that was it."
"How does her husband feel about that, or does he even know."
"I don't think he knows, I'm sure she wouldn't tell him."
"The way you hens cackle about everything, it might as well be on the front page of the newspaper. "
"I suppose he may know, or he will find out about it sometime. After all it was just dinner."
"If you're sure it's only dinner then I guess it's OK. But what if it was more. Do you think she fucked him?
"I don't know. Why are you so interested her story?"
"You always want me to be more interested in your work. Well I'm interested. By the way how is Sarah's dog doing?
"You don't give a flying burrito about Sarah's dog. You want to know more about Julie I'm sure"
"Yeah sure. Why would anyone ask her for a date? She is borderline ugly and dresses 10 years older than she is. And she's married. He certainly didn't ask her just for dinner."
"Well, I suppose you're right. But why would she want to be with someone else?"
"I'm sure there are many reasons. Horniness, boredom, the thrill of the chase, hell, it may have even been her husband's idea."
"So that's it! You like the idea of him knowing."
"Well, yes I suppose so. It is something I have thought about, You know, especially since I've been in this condition."
She knew of my frustration and I'm sure she had her own.
"You know, if someone were to ask you out, I suppose it would be OK for you to go."
"You are totally nuts. You would really want me to do that? Go out with some random guy. Have dinner and then, whatever. Do you think I'm some kind of tramp?"
"No, certainly not. I'm just saying if you ever get asked; what would you do?"
"Who said I haven't been asked? I have been asked out more than once. And for your information I've never cheated on you."
"I believe you. But who is asking you out. I would like to know. I should've realized someone as beautiful as you would get hit on quite a bit. You are always dressed nice, you have great legs, and you certainly fill out your bra."
"Thanks, I think. But for your information a couple guys that work with me have asked. A few customers at the bank and at the mall. If you must know, men hit on everybody."
