Darlene and I have been married for over twenty years. We have two great kids, both away at college, both on the dean's list every semester. We're pretty normal people. We have a nice house in a small Midwestern city, decent jobs, and good friends. We love each other and we've got what we both consider a good marriage. Our sex life has been pretty normal, too, which is to say it's been kind of routine for the last few years. I guess we just figured we were getting older. Once or twice a week was good enough for us. We've both been pretty faithful to each other and pretty content with that, at least up until the last few months. But it's those last few months I want to tell you about.
Darlene works as the bookkeeper at a small auto repair shop. She makes sure the bills get paid on time and all the paperwork is filed and everything runs like a well-oiled machine -- not easy when you're riding herd on a dozen rough mechanics who don't want to see a piece of paper unless it's in the bathroom. Her boss, Joe, loves her for it because he feels the same way about the paperwork, and he can trust her to take care of it for all of them.
Anyway, Darlene gets a lot of smart remarks and sexy comments from all the guys. It's their little way of getting back at her when she makes them fill out a job sheet. She takes it as part of the job. Believe me, she gives it back as good as she gets. She's also got them eating out of her hand, not only because she's the only woman in the place, but also because she's a hell of a sexy woman at that.
Darlene keeps herself in top shape with aerobics and in-line skating. She's about five-five and 120 pounds, with big tits, a nice flat middle, and a beautiful face. She looks ten years younger than her real age of 44. She works hard to keep herself looking good, and she likes to show it off. Her short skirts show a lot of shapely leg, and her blouses show a lot of firm ripe cleavage. The guys love it, and I know she does too. I don't mind, because she brings it all home to me. Despite all the sex talk and flirting, Darlene doesn't put up with any stray pats or pinches at work. She tells them talk is cheap, but they better not touch or they'll be talking cheap in a higher pitch.
This all worked out fine until Kyle had his accident. Kyle is a new guy who started at Joe's about a year ago. He's young, good-looking, kind of polite and shy, and not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer. Darlene said he never gave her any smart-ass comments like all the rest of them. He even called her "Ma'm" sometimes, though she always corrected him and told him it was "Darlene." She liked him right away, and even protected him from the others when he'd screwed something up. He seemed to like her pretty well, too, which she noticed by his hanging around her desk whenever he got a free minute. She could tell that one of the things he liked was looking at her, and she would often let her skirt ride up or lean forward and let her blouse come loose over her sweet tits, just to give him a thrill.
When he got hurt a couple months ago, it was pretty serious. Somehow, an engine block slipped and nearly crushed him. It broke his pelvis and hip in a number of places. He was in the hospital for almost a week before they sent him home in a hard plastic brace that held all his broken parts in place. He was supposed to stay in bed for a month, flat on his back. He could get up to go to the john, but that was about it.
A couple days after he got home, Darlene and a couple of the guys were supposed to go over to his apartment to visit him on their lunch hour. Unfortunately, Joe got a rush job and the two mechanics had to work through lunch. Darlene ended up going to see Kyle by herself.
He was on a hospital bed set up in the middle of his living room, with a white sheet covering his legs and middle. Darlene pulled up a chair and they had a nice chat about his injury and how long it would take to get better and what was happening at the shop, etc. She asked if she could see his brace, but he told her that he couldn't wear any pajama bottoms with it since they were too hard to manage when he went to the bathroom. Darlene looked at the awkward shape under the sheet and it made her a little excited, even though she knew it was just the hard plastic of the brace. She made sure to give him an extra eyeful of all her charms to make him feel better. When it was almost time to go, she asked him if there was anything she could do for him to make him more comfortable.
Kyle got a little red and told her there was something. He hoped she wouldn't take it wrong, but he needed some sexual relief. He didn't have a girlfriend right then, and he couldn't even take care of himself. If she could just reach under the sheet and give him a few quick strokes, he was pretty sure that was all it would take, and it would mean the world to him.
Darlene was astonished. Here was a nice sweet kid politely asking her to give him a hand job. She didn't know what to say. First, she asked if his nurse couldn't do it.
Kyle said the nurse was a mean old hag with bad breath.
Then Darlene thought maybe they had some kind of device for that purpose.
Kyle said he'd asked.
Darlene was stumped. She liked the kid a lot, and the thought of stroking his hard young dick was making her very hot. What could she do? She said if she did it, he'd have to promise not to tell anyone. She was a happily married woman and some people wouldn't understand.
