Wheelchair Sex Therapy
Olivia Grant is probably the most promiscuous woman I have ever had the pleasure to meet. I first met her in my professional capacity at the gym where she had been referred for therapy following hospital treatment after a motoring accident. This accident, which had claimed the life of her husband, had also left her unable to walk because of the injuries she had sustained. My name by the way is Roger Cox, a professional fitness instructor and physiotherapist aged 35, very fit and very horny, especially for the more mature ladies.
Mrs Olivia Grant appeared to be a very respectable widow in her late 50s when she arrived in a motorised wheelchair on her first visit to the gym. We talked for some time as we got to know each other, then I explained the therapy regime that I thought most suitable for her. I then helped her to stand by using the parallel bars to support herself as we began her first therapy session.
She would in time become a member of what I call my 'Ladies Circle'. The members of this small group of mostly mature respectable ladies do occasionally, and very discreetly invite me to attend to their carnal needs from time to time, but more about that later.
Olivia was a very attractive mature woman with blue eyes, long dark hair streaked with grey, nice breasts and a most kissable mouth. By the time our third weekly therapy session arrived we had became good friends so much so that she had confessed to me how much she missed her husband and then asked if I had a girlfriend or if I was married.
Her eyes lit up when I replied 'I don't have a wife or a girlfriend, and before you ask, I'm not gay either'.
'Why not, don't you like women?'
'Yes I do, very much, which is why I choose to stay single'
'And that leaves you free to play the field, as it were?'
'Yes it does, and I do' I answered.
'How interesting, and do you prefer girls or more mature ladies?' she asked with a broad smile.
'Is this an interrogation or what?' I replied jokingly.
'Well I hope you don't mind, but I suppose it is in a way'.
'For what purpose?'
'I'll be frank with you Roger, but I really miss what I had with my husband and I'm looking for a man like you to help me find it again'. She replied in a whisper.
I pondered this for a moment then, taking a deep breath, I asked 'What is it that you miss so much?'
'Sex, Roger, and with no strings attached' she candidly replied.
I was stunned by her candour whilst at the same time my cock that had laid in repose, now stiffened in my tracksuit, as if it could somehow hear and understand our conversation. I made a slight movement to accommodate my now swollen and unruly member, which Olivia noticed.
'Is this conversation making you hard by any chance?' she asked with a smile as she openly gazed at my crotch.
I gawped at her in confusion then nodded slightly as I felt my face go red.
Olivia, clapped her hands with glee, then leant forward and whispered 'Oh how lovely, I have got a man hard again at last'.
'And you know you are a very naughty boy, considering I am old enough to be your mother' she chided with a broad smile 'I also think we should continue this conversation elsewhere, like at my home tomorrow evening?'
'Yes I'll be there' I replied, as I rose to help her into her wheelchair.
When settled in her wheelchair, she astonished me further by reaching out her hand to discreetly squeeze my turgid cock. I stood there pretending that nothing untoward was happening but was at full cock stand by the time she stopped teasing me. Then turning her wheelchair around she whispered 'Au revoir Cherie' blew me a kiss, then set off leaving me with a full erection.
The next day, I prepared for our first social meeting by showering after which I put on a white posing pouch, instead of the boxers that I usually wore. Next I chose a silken shirt that helped display my muscular torso then my tight black leather trousers that emphasised the substantial bulge of my cock. I thought this attire would be appropriate for the occasion since several of my lady friends had said how much they liked this outfit.
When I got to her house and rang her doorbell I heard her call out 'Come in, it's open'. Then as I entered the hallway she called again 'I'm in the lounge'.
On entering the lounge, I saw she was seated on a raised invalid chair and looked fabulous, with her smiling face all made up and her long hair arranged in a youthful ponytail. She was wearing a provocative white silk blouse artfully unbuttoned so that it barely covered her breasts whilst emphasising her ample cleavage. I also noticed that she was braless, as evidenced by the large nipples that formed twin peaks in the sheer silk of her blouse. A short black skirt, flesh coloured stockings and black shoes completed her ensemble to perfection.
'Roger, I'm so glad you could come' she said with a smile. 'Please help yourself to the drinks cabinet' she continued. 'And I'll have a gin and tonic if you don't mind.'
'Not at all' I said, as I went to prepare the drinks while we made small talk between us. I mixed the drinks, took her glass to her, and then turned to sit in an armchair opposite her raised chair.
While we chatted I soon realised that my slightly lower position gave me a partial view up her skirt but I kept my eyes on her face to avoid embarrassing her. From time to time however, I would steal a surreptitious glance when she wasn't looking and after a while I noticed that her legs had parted enough for me to see her stocking tops.
Was she doing this deliberately to tease, I wondered, or was she completely unaware? My silent question was answered a little while later when she sat further back in the chair, stretched a little, then opened her legs wide and continued as if nothing untoward had occurred. The wicked smile that played around her red painted lips however, told me she had noticed my attempt to discreetly accommodate the erection in my trousers that had resulted from her provocative pose.
'Are you too warm?' She asked innocently.
'No thank you, I'm quite comfortable' I lied.
'Why not come and stand over here Roger, as we have some unfinished business I do believe?'
'What unfinished business?' I asked, as I rose to stand beside her chair.
For answer she simply trailed the back of her hand across my cock bulge, which instantly sprang to full attention.
'Fancy you forgetting that' she grinned, looking up at me as her fingers began stroking and squeezing my erect cock through my soft leather trousers.
I reached over now with both hands and began stroking her large breasts through the silk blouse. I then began teasing her silk covered rubbery nipples by rolling and squeezing them between my fingers as her breathing quickened. After some time she sat back as our busy hands continued to tease each other.
'Bring him out, I want to play with him' she whispered.
I obliged by unzipping and dropping my trousers to reveal my bulging posing pouch to her rapt gaze. I gasped in pleasure as her soft hands stroked and gently squeezed my cock and balls within the straining pouch for a time.
'Let me see him now' she sighed.
I opened the pouch for her and my cock spring out from its confines to stand like a playful puppy, eager for attention.
'You have a beautiful stiff young cock' she breathed as her warm delicate fingers closed around my turgid rod of flesh and she began gently frigging me.
She continued stroking my cock while I teased her tits and nipples then bending forward she guided my cock to her eager mouth as we lost ourselves in the wicked pleasures we shared. I watched her head bobbing up and down on me for a time then I whispered 'What kind of sex do you prefer?'
Taking my cock from her mouth she looked up and replied, 'I hope I don't shock you, but my late husband and I were swingers, and we indulged our fantasies with like-minded people as the urge took us. My own preference is to suck and fuck with strangers and to make them come'.
Her confession amazed me as my fevered brain conjured up images of her going down on complete strangers and frigging several others at the same time. This woman was truly exceptional in so many ways.
'Did you do that often?' I murmured.
'Perhaps once or twice a month depending on my mood.' She replied as she continued stroking my hard cock with her soft hands.
'What else did you do with these strangers'? I asked.
'What do you think'?
'Did they fuck you in front of your husband?'
'Yes of course, especially as I was always horny as hell, and with him watching it made it even more exciting. All the men would fuck me in turn, so I usually went home with my pussy full of their cock juice. Then when we got home my husband would fuck me straight away so his come would mingle with theirs until it flowed out of my pussy'.
