He had spent 4 hours in surgery. I looked at the pins and plates holding his legs together. He was comfortable now, but when he woke up, that would be when my job really started. I took a few minutes out to have a coffee; I read his notes as I sat there, it didn't really make good bedtime reading. He had come off his motorbike, and ended up wrapped around a tree. His legs had been pinned, they ended up bent and disfigured, but now they were held together by the bars. His left arm was in plaster too, broken in 3 places. I went back in and looked at him. He looked so peaceful, when he woke up that would all change. So there I was cleaning the blood off his face from various cuts and scratches. He began to murmur. I watched him for a moment.
"You poor sod," I mumbled under my breath.
I paged the doctor, 2 minutes later two doctors and 2 more experienced nurses came into the room. I backed out the door. I could hear him groaning, and then yelling. The doctors talked to him trying to calm him down. I went outside and bumped into Millie.
"How is he?"
"He's just come round, screaming," I replied.
"Good, I hope it hurts like fuck," she spat.
I watched her stub her fag out like she was angry. She looked at me waiting for me to say something. Her eyes were hard and piercing.
"Well aren't you going to say what a bitch I am?"
She waited for an answer for a second and then left.
I pushed my chicken around the plate.
"So will he be OK?"
I put my knife and fork down knowing what was coming next. I looked across at my husband. He just sat there chewing and looking at me waiting for an answer.
"Shame he didn't kill himself," he spat.
I threw my napkin on the table and stormed to the kitchen. I stood washing up listening to the radio, the motorbike accident was big news in a small town like ours, and seeing who he was, it was always going to make headlines. The owner of 6 successful garages had skidded and come off his bike. His girlfriend was reported to be by his bedside, she hadn't even come to the hospital.
"I don't want you nursing him, ask to be reassigned."
He began drying up. I could feel his eyes watching me, waiting for my response. I was trying to keep calm.
"We are short staffed."
The plate he was drying crashed to the ground making me jump. I heard his footsteps walking away, and then the front door slammed. I crouched down to pick up the shattered plate. 2 days later I was back in the hospital. So much for some time with my husband, he was moody and we hardily spoke. His father had come to visit us, and had given me a lecture, on where my loyalties should lie as my husband and his sister looked on.
"How do you feel?" I asked, as I tidied his bedclothes.
He just gave me a look that asked if I was mad, I ignored it. He winced as I lifted his head and held the cup to his lips; he coughed and then swallowed the pills.
"Fuck it hurts," he mumbled, as I lowered his head to the pillow.
I stood outside with Millie taking a fag break.
"How is he?" she asked, staring up at the rain.
"In pain, and feeling down, what you would expect."
She smirked and went back inside.
I stood in my nightdress rubbing lotion into my hands.
"Dave I'm not in the mood," I mumbled.
He just ignored me, his hand continued underneath my short nightdress. His lips buried into my neck. The thin straps were pulled from my shoulders. The nightdress slipped off my breasts, and fell as far as Dave's hands that worked on my pussy. I went limp like a rag doll. He spun me round and kissed me hard. I just stared into his eyes. I turned away from his mouth, first one way then the other. He gripped my chin and smiled. His mouth moved over mine, and his eyes watched me as he kissed me hard. I was still in rag doll mode. I made no attempt to respond to him. He backed me onto the bed, and I felt his face between my legs. He lapped at my pussy and groaned as he did so.
"I don't want it. Stop," I droned.
He moved up the bed and pushed into me. I put my hand around his neck wanting to hold him.
"No Karen not yet, will you talk to me for awhile" he groaned excitedly.
I put my arm back over my head.
"Do you have to," I started.
"You are my wife, remember the vows you took?" he mumbled, "I saw you talking to him. Then you looked at me as he whispered in your ear. You just stood there staring at me with that bitch look on your face."
He began to pant and grunt. I was giving him the look now, the one that turned him on so much, that cold, almost mocking look.
"Hurry up and finish will you," I mumbled.
"I bet you don't say that to him, bitch."
"He hasn't fucked me yet, and I mean yet," I spat.
He was close already. His face rubbed over mine. His tongue speared into my mouth. There it was the smell of my pussy. His eyes watched mine again. But he was closer now, yes here we go. His ass was getting faster and faster. I wrapped my legs around his back and I moaned a little. Yep there it was making the short journey up his cock into my pussy. I squeezed him into me with my legs. I held him there as I tightened my pussy and milked him.
"God that was great," he mumbled.
I smiled as he moved down the bed.
"Go on try it, I dare you?"
He looked between my legs. Oh he did want to try it I could see that, he just didn't have the nerve. We smiled at each other.
The next morning I watched my husband pace around reading his notes. I owed him so much; I vowed one day to pay him back for getting me out of the nightmare I had been dragged into. Last night we had talked for hours. My husband was passionate about our conversation. What we talked about turned me on, more than I really wanted to admit. Then we fucked again, my mind ran through everything he had asked me to do.
"What?" he asked looking up from his notes.
"I'm going away this weekend."
"Hello babe, I'm free this weekend....Yeah, he's so wrapped up in his garages he wouldn't even know."
I watched my husband lick his lips. I just raised an eyebrow daring him to say something. He didn't, he just watched me. I laughed into the phone, as I pulled my husband's zip down. I wormed my hand into his pants and pulled out his cock. I just left it there hanging out of his trousers as I laughed down the phone again. I tapped my foot over Dave's stiffening cock.
"See you soon honey," I said into the phone as I grinned up at Dave.
I slipped my tongue over the head of his cock, and plunged my mouth right over it. Dave gasped as I pulled my mouth slowly up over his cock. I let his head drop out with a plop. I closed the phone and dropped to my knees. I sucked Dave a little and then pulled off of him. I pulled up his zip and kissed his cheek.
"Don't you think you had better be going to work?"
I squeezed his cock through his trousers one last time. He smiled and then picked up his briefcase and left. He loved me sending to work with a hard on. Then, when he came home, we would play some more.
A week later I sat next to the bed waiting for Paul to wake up. I had cleaned him up and washed his face. He was 29 years old, two years older than me. His face was now covered in a beard, his jaw was square and his nose just the right size. He had green eyes, real green, not the pale washed out look they just sparkled. His hair was black and short and he was probably just over 6 feet tall, well that might have changed now after his accident. I had to read the last page of my book again.
He stirred and I looked at him. He went quiet again and I carried on reading. I crossed my legs over feeling the white nylon rub together. The hero was about to save the girl from the pack of hounds that had chased her. She ran as fast as she could. Tears streaming down her face as she looked over her shoulder. The six dogs were gaining on her; she could see their red eyes and razor like teeth. The one that had torn her long dress from her body had a piece of it caught in his teeth. Her legs were fast losing the struggle to keep going. She tripped and fell rolling over several times. The nearest dog sprang forward, the same dog that nipped her leg that now ran with blood. She jumped to her feet and crying loudly she tried to run again. She was the amusement for her master and his guests. In 1635 chasing foxes had become a bore to her evil master and his wicked friends, they chased prostitutes or rather sex slaves that had dared to run away. He grabbed her and pulled her up onto his horse, just as she was giving in, running out of energy. He rode off with her until the hounds gave up, knowing they couldn't catch a horse in full gallop. I swallowed as I read how they had stopped near a stream under the cloudless sky. She clung to him and then pulled away. Her hero pulled her back and they stared into each others eyes. I took a little breath. They moved forward and kissed. The book didn't go into much detail of the things she was made to do at the feet of her evil master, or his friends. Still it could have been me; well it was in a way.
"Good is it?"
I jumped a little. I could feel a faint flush on my cheeks.
"Not bad," I said, after clearing my throat.
I saw his eyes drop to my legs; he didn't try to hide his gaze. I tugged my white uniform down, and stood up. He coughed and winced with the pain. I looked at my watch and got his pills. I could feel his eyes looking at my face as I gave him the medication with water. They seem to flick over my features, my cheek bones, my lips, my earlobes, and my neck. I parted my lips slightly; I could feel his eyes on them for a brief moment. A tingle ran down my spine. I held his head up with one hand around the back of his neck, and fluffed his pillow with the other. His face was just inches from my breasts. I looked down a little shocked, as I felt his breath blowing through my uniform. I lowered his head back to the pillow, and swallowed before he could see me do it.
"So he's going to be here for quite a time?" Millie asked, as her cigarette hit the ground.
I watched the red end turn to ash.
"You should ask to be moved to another ward," she said, as her eyes looked deep into mine.
"Look I'm just doing my job," I mumbled.
"Pathetic Karen!" she snapped.
I watched her walk away in hurried little steps, with her hands thrust into the pockets of her white uniform. Her head was bowed against the light rain that fell from the grey sky. I bent down and picked her fag end up and put it in the bin.
"Will you shave me?"
I stopped what I was doing and looked into the mirror at him.
"I'll get Rob the male nurse to do it later," I replied.
