Two years ago to this day, my wife was struck by lightning. It changed everything.
On that day, a flow of electrical current passed through my wife, discharged from a cloud approximately 15,000-25,000 feet above her head, and fundamentally changed her. Since that day, I've searched for information to explain why it has affected my wife in the way it has. I've scoured the internet, busied myself in libraries and spoken to as many medical professionals as I can, but to no avail. The usual things come up -- the effects of a lightning strike are normally physical:
impaired eyesight, ear ringing, ruptured ear drums, or loss of hearing; loss of consciousness; severe electrical shock; seizures, paralysis, external burns to the skin; internal burns to organs and tissues; blunt trauma (from falls); and cardiac arrest. Long-term effects can include cataracts (should be checked 6 months after incident), sleep disturbances, memory dysfunction, headaches, irritability, fatigue, abnormal gait, joint stiffness, muscle spasms, and dry eyes.
I'm now pretty sure that no-one else has been changed in the way my wife has been. You see, after being struck by lightning my wife changed from being your average, fairly reserved lady and immediately became a sex siren, a vixen with an insatiable appetite for sex. Her need for a "hard cock" in her "tight little cunt" is insatiable, and she is never satisfied unless she has been "fucked like the naughty little slut" that she is. These are her words, not mine.
To hear her talk like that before that fateful day would have stunned anyone, never mind me, her husband of 2 years. We had met when I was 24 and she was 22 and had gotten married 3 years later. It was only just a few short months after we married that the accident happened. Katie, my wife, was the most stunning creature I had ever met. Long blonde hair, eyes that made you melt, a smile that was warm and welcoming, and a body that would make grown men weep. Her breasts were a work of art, tipped by the most exquisite nipples I had ever seen, and will surely ever see. Her stomach was flat, something which she didn't have to work out to maintain, and still doesn't to this day. Her legs seemed to be obscenely long, almost half of her whole body appearing to be legs, and when she wore heels everyone looked, not just the ogling men. And on top of the legs, naturally, was an ass that just begged to be squeezed.
Unfortunately Katie didn't appreciate the gifts that nature had bestowed upon her. She wore clothes that, while not exactly being prudish, certainly did not showcase her obvious talents. And after finally plucking up the courage to ask her out (and getting over the shock of her saying yes) I very quickly found out her attitude to sex -- and it wasn't quite in line with my own fairly adventurous attitude towards my favourite activity! Katie was a virgin.
The first few months of waiting were a constant struggle. Just touching over clothing was a big deal for her, so to actually get her in bed required patience and understanding. I quickly realised why she was still a virgin -- she normally went out with assholes that were only after one thing. However I liked her, and she liked me, and eventually, after about 4 months of building ourselves up to it, it happened -- Katie was ready to lose her virginity.
We had been talking about it for a few weeks, and during the day I had received a very simple text. It read 'I'm ready'. I tried my hardest to make the night special. Candles, soft music, and baby lotion: you name it, I had it ready. She was naturally nervous, so we took our time. I showered her body with kisses, allowing my fingers to glide gently over her skin, barely touching. I kissed and caressed every inch of her sumptuous body, making her nerves stand on edge, until she had relaxed enough to actually start enjoying what we were doing. The night would be about her, as it should be. My lips started from her mouth, down her face, on to her neck, lingering there although occasionally pulling on her earlobe as my lips broke her tenseness. My lips eventually moved down, down over her chest, her breasts, her nipples; down on to her stomach, kissing, nibbling, licking; down between her legs, my tongue sliding, licking, and probing.
I could hear her panting; her body was fidgeting on the bed as my tongue gently toyed with her pussy, sliding over her clit as my finger probed her tight pussy, which was happily moistening with her juices and my administrations. Her hands clutched the sheets as I continued the onslaught on her senses, my other hand continually moving over her body as a finger slid inside her. My tongue never stopped its assault on her clit and as I looked up at her face, I saw her gradually coming closer and closer to her orgasm. After what seemed an eternity she tensed, and let her orgasm sweep over her, cumming hard over my face, letting me taste the sweetness of her pussy.
I climbed on top of her and kissed her, allowing her to come back down from what had been a strong orgasm. We kissed for a few minutes, both of us not rushing, but both of us knowing what was next. Finally, and firmly, she looked me in the eyes and said the words I had been longing to hear:
"I'm ready" was all she said, but it meant so much to both of us.
My cock, which hardened at the very sight of her naked body and remained so, painfully so, throughout the course of the evening, was manoeuvred to brush against her beautifully wet pussy. I stroked the hair from her eyes and kissed her softly on the lips, before asking the silent question of was she ready. She nodded. Slowly, gently I pressed forward. The lubrication from our previous actions helped, but she was still incredibly tight. The head of my cock eased gently into her. I paused. Her eyes were closed and she was clearly bracing herself for what was to come. I pressed in a little more; she moaned. Again I paused, allowing her to come to terms with what was inside her. I pressed a little more, but this time I found resistance. I knew this was going to hurt her, and from her reactions she knew it would too. I kissed her gently again and with one push broke through the barrier and slid myself fully inside her. She bit down on her lip as she felt her hymen break, and I could tell she was in pain. I held her in my arms, not moving as she struggled to come to terms of what was inside her, of her losing her virginity.
Eventually she nodded and said she was ok. I began to move. She moaned. I slowly worked my cock in and out of her, groaning myself at the tightness, while she continually whimpered at the pain. I kept moving ever so slowly. Her whimpering lessened. I continually slid my cock in and out of her, slowly, lovingly. Her whimpering turned back to moans, but this time they were not of pain. "Oh God" she muttered as I slid the length of my dick inside her and she began to move her hips to meet my strokes, pulling me deeper inside her. My pace quickened. Her hips moved with me. My cock worked harder and faster inside her. She was so tight, and the anticipation was so much, that it became too much for me and I poured my cum inside her virgin pussy for the first time. I collapsed on top of her, but quickly pulled myself up to make sure she was ok. She smiled, the relief of finally no longer being a virgin clearly evident.
She later told me that although it had been sore to begin with that quickly passed and she had enjoyed it. We began to regularly have sex, sleeping together at every opportunity. As time wore on, she became less and less reserved with her sexuality, but she was always tense when I suggested something new. Different positions were not too much of a struggle, but the very idea of something even remotely kinky was petrifying to her. So we settled down to some enjoyable if not predictable sex, peppered with the odd suggestion of ways to spice things up from me that was quickly dismissed by her.
Indeed, it was during one of these attempts that the lightning strike happened. Thunder and lightning had been forecast and with it clearly imminent, and the skies darkening, Katie was outside finishing the gardening she had been doing earlier in the day. I, being the secret deviant that I was, was looking through some adult stores online, a particular site that contained many sordid stories that I enjoyed reading plus a very interesting online shop, admiring some of the outfits that I would have sold my soul to see my beautiful wife wearing. Being the eternal optimist, I decided that there was no time like the present to suggest the idea to my wife.
I brought the laptop with me out into the garden and showed the outfit to my wife. It was a stockings and suspenders set, something I had often mentioned to Katie but with very little response. Once again, and somewhat unsurprisingly, she dismissed the idea.
"Just have a look, see what you think and if you don't like it then fair enough" was my plea. She looked up at me, slightly vexed by my persistence.
"Leave it on the patio table and I'll have a look when I'm done" was her response.
I left her to it, secretly pleased that at least she was willing to have a look. I sat myself down in the lounge, keeping my eyes on her through the window, and watched as she finally, after a further 10 minutes of pottering about the garden, sat down to look at the laptop. To my delight she didn't immediately switch off, and seemed quite curious as to what I had suggested! I felt my cock stir in my pants as she took her time looking at the images. I saw her shake her head, no doubt due to the dirty stories I had deliberately left open, but again to my delight (and a little shock to be honest) she continued to read. My mind went wild with ideas that my prudish little wife might be willing to try some of the things contained on the site. A wild fantasy, but a great one none the less!
And then it happened. First the heavens opened. Rain hammered down suddenly and with great ferocity. I saw Katie pick up the laptop and hold it close to her chest as she started to make her way back in. She got half way between the patio set and the door when a flash of light forced me to turn my head away. When I looked back she was lying on the grass, prone. She had been struck by the lightning.
