Being given a life-changing medical diagnosis can have a massive change on your lives obviously, as you would expect it to. I have written about this on numerous occasions and it certainly does that. Kath and I had been married for a few years, when I was given that diagnosis.
At first, it didn't affect me too much, but as time went by, my body was certainly deteriorating and things were a lot more difficult, and sex was one of those things that became particularly more difficult for me. We just got on with life, as most people would, dealing with all the adversity it threw at us, as best we could. It was difficult for sure, but we lived with it and still enjoyed life as much as we could.
Kath and myself very much loved each other. Our relationship was really strong and I was thankful for every day since we had met years ago. Sex for us, more recently in particular, as my illness has taken hold of my body, has become a bit more and more difficult. Certainly not very adventurous.
I still love our intimate time together. It is all that my body will let me do. But I do worry about Kath giving up a lot to be with me.
We had talked about it a lot, and even had taken it to the next level, having great times for both of us and having loads to talk about, particularly when Kath sat on me or wanked me off. Initially, when I suggested to Kath about having a bit of fun taking a lover, she said no, but she definitely loved it, and I loved hearing about it and watching. The last time she had a lover, was a few months ago, and I know she enjoyed it immensely.
We carried on with our lives, enjoying it as best we could, and still enjoying each other's bodies as best we could, but I did feel that Kath was getting a bit of a raw deal. Especially as her body was fantastic, not only did she look great, her body worked perfectly. It was just mine that wasn't and didn't.
Kath was pretty, being five-foot-five-inches tall, about one-hundred-forty pounds, 36DD breasts and a wonderful figure with great legs. She looked really sexy, without even trying. She went up for her morning shower a couple of weeks ago, and as I normally do, I commented on how she looked and what she was wearing. But this particular morning, when she came down, she looked fabulous, really hot. It was a nice warm day, and she came down in a little dress which was a loose fit and a little short, I thought. But it did show her toned legs off, especially as she had some wedged sandals which she knows I love.
She looked fantastic.
"I'm going to pop into the shops," she said.
I thought to myself, she's going to get some attention at the shops today; she looked great and I thought the men out today would have their eyes on stalks when they saw her. While she was out, she bumped into an old school friend having a coffee, and they had a catch up. She knew of his reputation as being a bit of a ladies man when they were at school together. They had a laugh about it.
Kath told Steve, that at the time, she definitely fancied him, and she told him he still looked great.
"You look fabulous, too, Kath."
They had a good chat, and quite clearly, it was easy to see they both fancied each other. After talking for some time, they agreed they needed to meet again and exchanged numbers to do that. Giving him a kiss on the cheek, they said their goodbyes and left. They parted, with Kath hoping he would be in touch soon.
She didn't have to wait long for him to make contact.
This is Kath's story in her own words ...
Steve and I agreed to meet up at a local bar and continue our catch-up where we left off the last time we met.
I was very happy he didn't leave it too long before he rang.
I think we both knew what we wanted out of this rendezvous even though we didn't speak about it.
Steve had booked a hotel room for the afternoon. We were both incredibly nervous; opening a bottle of wine, hoping to calm us down. We both drank our glass and made some small talk.
I had not seen him since we were sixteen. All the girls fancied him at school, and he'd definitely got even better with age. He said I looked great, too; which was nice of him. We obviously chatted about our situations.
"I'm just going through a divorce." he said.
I explained about my husband's health, and him being fine with me having a bit of fun occasionally, as he wanted me to be happy.
"I hope I can make you happy tonight."
"I'm sure you will," I said.
With that, he kissed me. His hands were on my back, it felt lovely. Steve pulled me close, we kissed passionately. We were both extremely horny, unbelievably so.
"Turn 'round, so I can undo your dress."
He took my dress off.
"Wow you look fantastic."
"Thank you."
I took off his shirt. He had a nice body. Undoing his pants, I was really excited. There was talk at school that he was quite big, but was that just talk. I'd find out soon enough.
He stepped out of them.
We both stood there in our underwear.
