Alex sat facing the open door in his power wheelchair. He was waiting for his speech therapists, having had a mild stroke 4 months earlier. He and his wife, Jane, had become quite fond of the 40ish-year-old Paula.
His wife sat watching TV.
"She's here." He soon announced.
His speech had vastly improved and he was the nearing the end of his sessions. The three of them had had great fun over the weeks, talking and laughing, him, openly flirting with the redheaded therapist. He had told her he loved red hair, his wife sometimes pointing them out for him. The therapist, Paula, had commented that his wife had very dark auburn hair. His wife had told her that when she was younger her hair was much redder, with him pointing out she could take his word for it, as only a husband could know, meaning the hair between her legs. Paula's smiling acknowledgment showed she understood. His wife had called him down for that one.
"You dirty old man!" She had said.
"I'm just old, Baby Duck!" He had replied, secretly acknowledging he would like to see Paula in the buff... maybe more.
The appointment went along as usual until a neighbor knocked on the door and his wife stepped out on the porch to talk to the woman.
Now, sitting in the middle of the living-room, but still facing the door, Paula's back to the door, he kept an eye on his wife on the porch. Alex saw his chance.
"You know I love red hair. May I tell you, you are a very attractive woman?" He asked.
"Are you hitting on me?" She asked with a smile. "There was no reason to tell you, but, I am gay. Not to mention you are married. Y'all seem to be very happy."
"Well, there was no reason to tell you, but, I have been a lesbian all my life." Alex said with a smile. "But seriously, that you are gay really makes me sad."
"Sad, how so?"
"First, I hate to see anyone, especially a woman, getting more pussy than me. Secondly, what a waste of a fine redheaded woman."
Paul could not be said to be pretty. She was about 5' 7", her complexion average and her Brown hair just below her ears appeared to need of a brush. Wearing loose jeans every visit, it was really hard to tell how her ass might be appraised. What did she look like between her legs? Hugging him hello and goodbye, gave him an idea that her breasts were more than a handful. Her mannerisms, her speech and her outgoing and humorous attitude was very much to his liking. But, he was hanging from a limb at the moment, should she take offense at his last words and tell his wife.
"I should tell your wife on you!" She said with a stern look... then smiled. "You are 70 next month and you're telling me, sitting in that wheelchair, that you still have, or, desire sex?"
Alex explained that he could no longer get much... an emphasis on "much" ...of an erection his wife would not hear anything about taking a pill.
Plus, Paula had heard all about his wife's surgeries and the last 2 ½ years of her getting well. She was not going to allow him to see her belly anytime soon. As for sex, oral was on the table for his wife as he reminded her often. He had offered to buy a dildo.
"I would not consider intercourse and you apparently cannot fuck me anyway. So, what you are offering... is oral?"
"Yes, my dear lady, exactly!" Alex replied. "Are you considering it?"
"I like you... and your wife... a lot. Isn't she always here? Or, listening to you two, is she going to go along with it?
"Oh, good Lord, no. She shoots very well! But, three weekends from now she will be gone the whole weekend."
"I need to think about this." Paula said, after a bit of deep thought. "You think your oral is that good!?"
"Yes ma'am" Alex answered confidently. "You probably should not call me. I will call you in about a week on your cell?"
"What about the neighbors?" She inquired.
"The near ones know I have therapists. The others don't pay much attention to what's happening with us."
"Okay, Alex, my partner and I have been arguing a lot here lately. She accuses me of being unfaithful, when I have not and I need a break...game on. Give me a call two days before your wife is supposed to be gone. We will set the time." Paula spent a few minutes telling Alex about the trouble between her partner, Cookie, and herself.
The therapist session was resumed when his wife reentered the house.
As always, everyone hugged before Paula left. She kissed Alex on the cheek, which was new.
The following week was the end of Paula seeing Alex professionally. They managed a look and a nod that their meeting was still on.
For both Alex and Paula, the next two weeks were long. Alex, wondering whether Paula and her partner might make up, causing her to change her mind. Paula, was scared of messing with a married man, any man, but determined to meet with him, especially if her and her partner continued to argue.
Thursday arrived and Alex's wife made a trip to the store to buy food.
Alex located Paula's number and dialed it.
"Hello Alex." Paula answered, his name appearing on her phone.
"Hello Paula. It's good to hear your voice. How is your day going?"
"It would be a lot better if I was there with your head between my legs." She said brazenly.
"Wow! Me too. You and Cookie still at odds?" Alex asked sympathetically. "I wished you two would stop fighting, but I'm looking forward to your visit."
Before hanging up, they are agreed on 10 o'clock Saturday morning, leaving sufficient time for his wife to be on her way. Alex reminded her not to wear perfume or hairspray of any kind.
"Good morning, dear lady!" Alex greeted Paula at the door.
It was an exceptionally cold day and they agree to shut the door, locking it.
Paula had exited her car carrying the usual medical bag just in case someone might be observing.
"No chance that neighbor lady might come knocking?" Paul queried.
"No. That is the first time that has ever happened." Alex answered. "My night-time help...my son,,,,,,,,, does not arrived until 8 o'clock."
Paula wore her usual blue jeans, cotton shirt and heavy winter coat. Removing the coat, she hung it on the wall as usual.
"I am showered and my teeth brushed." Alex told her. "Do you need to freshen up?"
"Same here." She answered. "But, I would like to freshen up. Can I get a washcloth?"
"You will see them in the bathroom" He answered, as he backed his wheelchair and turned towards his bedroom. "I think my hospital bed will do just fine."
