You know, marriage life is not that difficult. Well, at least before kids. I mean if both you and your wife have a job, you have ample time and money to do practically whatever you want. Once kids get into the picture, it does change the playing field quite a bit. Your money goes into them; not just feeding and clothing them but family vacations, after school academies, music, sports, etc... Of course the biggest financial burden is saving up for their college education. Likewise, your free time also goes into them; helping them with their homework, taking them to sports practice, going on vacations, and attending those PTA meetings, etc...
Needless to say, young couples tend to take advantage of their marriage before children as much as possible. My wife Bonnie and I were not that much different early in our marriage. We spent a lot of time having fun, doing what we wanted. The danger during that period of marriage for most couples is actually "routine." I know some marriage counselors say things like once you get into routine, everything becomes stable and secure. What they don't know from their textbooks is that it can also get boring.
We worked, we came home, we ate, and we fucked occasionally. Then each weekend we had our romantic date nights and also friends nights, where I played poker with the boys and she typically went clubbing with her girls. And like that the weekend was gone... then rinse and repeat. Of course, every now and then we took a short trip. Does that sound familiar to you married readers? So you can understand why at one point both of us agreed we should contribute more to our society and enrich our lives. After some consideration we both signed up for volunteering work twice a month at a local nursing home for the elderly.
Fresh activities into our routine always seemed to excite my wife Bonnie. We'd hoped to get the same time slot, but unfortunately the assignments were based on availability. They needed young strong men to help out with the Saturday evening kitchen duties, so I eagerly signed up. It started early afternoon and the duties included preparing the food, cooking, serving, and then cleaning. Sometimes I even helped with feeding some of the more geriatric elders. Bonnie couldn't sign up for this slot because carrying the heavy communal pots, pans, and serving trays was not a job for a petite young Asian wife.
Instead, she got the Saturday late shift in cleaning up and putting the elderlies to bed. It was the one slot most desperately needing volunteers because very few wanted to do the work. It wasn't as much the late time since these old people were put to bed by 8 pm. The real issue was changing sheets and even bathing the elderlies who couldn't do it themselves. Since her shift was after mine, I only got to see her during our shift change each time. However, since it was just twice a month on a weekend, we didn't really mind. Besides, I liked the free time where I typically grabbed a burger by myself before heading home to watch the game. After Bonnie's shift, we usually still had a lot of time to ourselves if we wanted to grab a movie or a beer.
I have to admit, it felt really good giving back, you know? The smiles on these elderlies were all the rewards I needed. The only thing I hated about the job was the smell. Hey, I'm just being honest with you, old people smell. I don't know how to describe it, like a combination of urine and medicine smell. If you've ever been around old people, you'd know. The women were a lot better because they would douse themselves with perfume. But the men, ug, I couldn't stand the smell while just feeding them, so I couldn't imagine how Bonnie was able to handle washing them. Oh and yes, they had her washing the old men too and not just the women. They were severely understaffed in the late shift.
Apparently Bonnie was a natural at this job, given her cheerful good nature. The few times I saw her in between our shift changes, everyone seemed to love her, especially the men. I mean, why wouldn't they? Being helped and washed by a sexy young thing like her. I even saw her giggle a few times at their obvious horny jokes. She brushed them off as simply harmless teasing and even occasionally teased back with naughty remarks. A couple of times I did see a few of them leering at her like hungry wolves and I warned her not to get carried away.
After about a couple of months, we both became quite accustomed to our new responsibilities and the staff. One day after my shift I was really tired, the poker game with my boys ran a bit late the previous night. So instead of opting out for my own free time, I decided to wait for Bonnie by taking a nap through her shift. Now the elderlies were housed 2 per room, with their beds on opposite sides facing each other. I just happened to know there was a vacant bed in one of these rooms and decided to sleep there. I wasn't sure if it was permitted, so I had my head under the blanket hoping to pose off as a resident.
In the midst of my wonderful nap, I was awakened by the sound of chattering. When I looked up, my wife was tucking in an old man to bed. She looked absolutely fuckable in her volunteer uniform, which looked like a blue hospital scrub. Her silky black hair was tied in a low bun to ease her work. Though it was not even 8 pm, the place was already dark since it was October. The room was only dimly lit by a lamp on the bed stand of the elderly across from me. So lying in my bed, none of them could see me at all.
I was groggy but clearly heard the old man saying to my wife, "Come on missy, help an old man out. I'm dying here!"
In an irritated voice, my wife replied, "Mr. Binks, I've told you once and I've told you a thousand times, I can't help you with your request."
The old man looked like he was maybe 80 years old—skinny, wrinkled, and covered with liver spots. What a disgusting sight. I hope I'd never look like that at his age. He was begging my wife for something but I couldn't quite understand until he spelled it out, "Do you know just because we can't get it up anymore, it doesn't mean we don't have the urge? Come on, girly, I thought we got to know each other pretty comfortably well? I'm just asking you to stroke me out of my misery. You already touched it before when you washed me. What is the big deal? Do you know how it feels to be sexually tormented by all your touching and teasing but not allowed to be satisfied? Our body burning to an itch we can't scratch?"
Bonnie sighed as she listened and I knew she understood the feeling. Even before we were married, she had enjoyed countless nights being dominated by my sadistic aggression. Needless to say, orgasm denial was one of the kinky things I've loved torturing her with. After a brief hesitation, to my surprise she reluctantly agreed and said, "Ok, let me get a tissue."
Quickly the old man interrupted, "Nonono... gotta feel your hand. It'll finish me faster and I don't want you to do this longer than you have to. I'm really asking for help, not trying to take advantage of you."
I watched in amusement as my young wife sat down on the bed and took out his limp cock. At first she used just her thumb and index finger, rubbing his soft cockhead until the whole thing started to fill up like a balloon. When the shaft was sufficiently stiffened, she grabbed it tightly before jerking it in a steady rhythm while looking down on the floor the whole time. It was fucking awesome, watching her stroke that old cock with a disgusted yet guilty look on her face. The guilt probably came from knowing how often she played along with all their naughty jokes and teasing. I wasn't actually turned on by this, it was rather humorous. As the old man's breathing became faster and faster, he stared intently at my wife and requested, "Look at me beautiful. Let me see your pretty face, it helps me."
With an agitated groan, my wife turned to him and stared back. Looking into her eyes, his shaft began to stiffen up and both Bonnie and I were surprised this old man could still get this hard at his feeble age. As he was getting more and more excited, he became bolder and asked, "Do you like my hard cock, sweetie? Come on, tell me you like my hard cock."
Grimacing in disappointment, Bonnie sighed and replied, "Anything to help you get it done faster, ok? Yeah, I like your hard cock."
