It had been a year since Ethan's birth and we were in the spring season. Lucy and I continued to live a fairly good, comfortable life. We loved each other deeply, making love at least once every fortnight.
I continued to earn good money from the Accountancy firm and Lucy was now working for Carl as a well paid supervisor in the building company.
My wife still possessed her Karlee Grey like figure and appearance. She was a regular at the gym, determined to keep fit and not an overweight slob like me.
Carl and Lucy met sporadically over the 12 months, sometimes recording their meetings for me or not at all. Their sex sessions gave me great excitement, knowing my wife was having her needs satisfied.
Several months previously, as we were adjusting to life with our second child, I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis and the mobility issues arose at some pace. Each time made love to Lucy I felt weaker and no longer able to give her as much pleasure as I used to. Having Carl to occasionally take care of my wife sexually was massively crucial in ensuring we had a happy marriage.
Myself and Lucy were lying in bed, watching the 10pm news. My wife was cuddled up my right and I had my arm around her back.
"The news is always so depressing isn't it baby." said my wife with a sad tone, followed by a sigh.
"Yeah but not as depressed as I feel about the MS", I quipped.
"We'll get you the treatment you need Steve" said my wife with a loving smile followed by a kiss. "I love you so much", she declared as she rested her head on my chest.
Just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt Lucy's hand move slowly down over my hairy beer belly. Half a second later and her fingers were gripped around my cock.
"Don't be passing out on me just yet," said my wife with a naughty tone.
She lifted herself up off my chest and quickly removed her pajama top freeing her large breasts. She then removed the bed cover from my naked body and resumed massaging my cock.
"Wow babe. What's come over you?" i asked with surprise.
"Nothing, I just want the man I love to be happy," replied Lucy.
My cock was fully erect in no time. Lucy began wanking me quicker, lifting my foreskin up and down my cock head. I knew she would now have become more accustomed to Carl's large impressive manhood and this was probably a piece of cake for her.
"Fuck yeah," I moaned as my wife continued tugging and massaging.
Then Lucy lowered her head, taking all of my cock into her mouth, proceeding to give it a long suck as if it was an ice lolly.
I wanted to hold on but i couldn't...
"Oh fuck babe, I'm... I'm cumming!"
My warning was too late, Lucy was on the receiving end of a huge load of my cum. The shots landed on her hair, face, lips and her breasts.
"Oh god baby, you're still a heavy cummer!" she announced with enthusiasm. "Almost as much as Carl," she continued.
Lucy made her way to the bathroom to clean herself up before returning to the bed and resting her head on my chest. In the moments before I fell asleep, i felt proud that my cum load wasn't far off Carl's. The man, even in his 60s was a beast. Almost non-human.
A week later, I began to feel weak and my MS was now becoming more and more unbearable and frustating. I was allowed to sign off work for a few weeks but I knew, despite my years of service, the firm would let me go, severely reducing our household income.
Lucy was now becoming more of a carer and luckily, having informed Carl of my condition, she was granted extra time away from work to help me.
On one of the mornings were I had Lucy to assist me with getting out of bed and dressed, a delivery man arrived with a large parcel.
We opened it together and discovered it was a fully built and working electric wheelchair. We had no idea who sent it until we read the note attached. It read:
To Steven, I hope it will be a while before you need to use this and it'll be one less thing for you to worry about. I feel for you. I know my behaviour in the past has been out of order and I want to make it up to you. If you and Lucy need anything else, please don't hesitate to ask...Best wishes...Carl.
"Jesus. Its from Carl. He must have paid a fortune!" I said with surprise.
"Wow Steve, I had no idea he was buying this." replied Lucy.
We both started to cry and hugged. It was a very kind and thoughtful act from a man who now seemed empathetic and redeemed in some way. The downside to this was seeing my future, unable to walk properly and spending the rest of my days in this chair.
The following day, Lucy announced that she was going to dinner with Carl that night, allowing time for me to get used to the wheelchair. Lucy prepared dinner for me and penny. she fed Ethan before leaving for her meal with Carl, dressed fairly conservatively with black leggings and a white top covering her cleavage. I was guessing that her and Carl would be talking business and not pleasure.
After cooking dinner, I put the kids to bed. I then began looking at one of the more recent videos that Carl and Lucy had recorded. This particular one was recorded in large bedroom, that I now knew was Carl's house.
The video began with Lucy wrapped in a towel, presumably after spending time with Carl in his hot tub. A fully naked and clearly turned on Carl later comes into shot embracing my wife with his giant arms. He then removed her towel leaving them now both fully naked and kissing passionately.
Carl then guided my wife to the bed, placing her on her back and began immediately licking her pussy. Lucy responded predictably with vocal groans of approval. "ohhh yes, ohhh Carl, baby you're so good", She said, allowing the big man to gradually build her up to climax.
"Ohhhhh godddd, ohhh fuck yes!" Lucy began to violently twitch and pant as she had a powerful orgasm.
At this point, I could hear Lucy coming through the front door and closed the laptop.
"Hi babe, didn't think you'd be home this early," I said as i made my way towards her.
"Yeah, I didn't go back to Carl's, the dinner was mostly about business but there is something I'd like to ask you." said my wife.
"Yeah, what is it?" I asked.
"Carl floated the idea of us having fun with you watching us in the same room." Said Lucy with a hint of guilt.
"Wow ok." I was a little taken aback by that.
"Look if you'd rather not, then its ok. I'll tell him we should just stick to recordings." Lucy suggested.
"No, the thought of it turns me on. Watching him with you infront of me...well I think its something we ought to try." I said trying to sound confident.
The truth was, the thought did turn me on but I was scared of not enjoying it. Its not a natural thing to see your wife being fucked by an older, stronger, more sexually experienced man in the flesh.
The next day when Lucy was at work, Carl sent one of the lads from his team to install a stairlift for me. Getting up the stairs was proving more and more difficult. There were also more mobility adjustments being made around the house. Carl provided all of the work free of charge which I was so grateful for.
The next couple of weeks were challenging, as I became very reliant on the stairlift and the electric wheelchair. My condition was stable but the MS began to take its toll. I was unable to be active with the kids in the garden and give my son early rugby lessons. I had extreme guilt about not being able to please my wife sexually. I felt like I was now a complete liability but that was about to change.
It was a lovely summer's day. Lucy had the week off work and I was due to attend several medical appointments during the morning and afternoon in Cardiff hospital. The kids were at their grandparents to give them a change of scenary and to give us a much needed rest.
We attended the morning appointments together but Lucy was called away at lunchtime to resolve a dispute that Carl had with some of his employees.
I attended the appointments in the afternoon and collected some new medication for my condition. On the way home I collected some flowers, gifts and a card for my wife to say thank you for her patience, her kindness, her strength and for being my rock.
I returned home late afternoon. There was no sign of Lucy downstairs as I stubbled around. I then approached the bottom of the stairs and sat on the stair lift.
"hehe", I heard my wife giggle.
I activated the stairlift and slowly began the ascent.
"Ohhh shit, oh fuck yes, im cumming!" screamed my wife as I was almost at top of the stairs.
My heart sank a little.
"Cum for me Lucy", said a familiar deep masculine voice.
My wheelchair was waiting for me at the top of the stairs. I shimmied over to the wheelchair from the stairlift, frantically making my way across the landing. The sounds were coming from our bedroom.
Then I could her a wet, slapping sound as I pushed the bedroom door open.
"Oh shit, Carl stop!" screeched my naked wife as I wheeled my way into the bedroom.
Carl was lying next to her on our bed in his dirty building overalls. Two of his fingers were still inside my wife.
Lucy had a horrified look on her face and seemed speechless.
"Do you want us to stop Steve?", asked Carl.
"No... please... continue," I answered with a stutter.
Carl and my wife shared a brief glance before he devoured her mouth, kissing and invading her with his tongue.
He resumed fingering her pussy as they kissed and the wet slapping sound returned.
"Oh fuck," screamed the mother of my two children as Carl inserted a third big finger.
Remaining in the chair, I began to unbuckle my belt and dropped my pants to my ankles. I pulled my cock out and began wanking to the ongoing action before me.
"Come for Carl baby, come for me now", Carl ordered.
"ahhhhhhhh shit, oh fuck yes!!" screamed Lucy as Carl's three thrusting fingers brought her to climax.
Carl withdrew his glistening fingers with Lucy's white pussy juice dripping from them. He sucked on each of the three fingers as my wife panted before him on our bed.
As Lucy continued to recover from the orgasm, Carl stood up from the bed, removed his shoes, overalls, jeans and shirt. Just as he was about to remove his boxer shorts, Lucy regained her composure and exchanged a loving smile with me as I sat tugging at my average cock.
