Everyone A Winner
Jan's Tale
I am in my mid-thirties and have been married to Ian for 15 years. We enjoyed our lifestyle and money was no problem as we both had good jobs. I had worked my way up the ladder at an estate agents and was a senior sales and valuation agent. Ian had been in accountancy since university and we were planning on starting a family in a few years.
We had been married for about 10 years when Ian went out on a friends stag do. Having had too much to drink, the group were fooling around and some-one started walking along a 3 foot high wall. Of course the other idiots followed, Ian lost his balance, fell off and landed badly on his head. He couldn't move his legs, his friends realised that something serious had happened and called an ambulance. During the long wait they sobered up very quickly. I was called to the hospital and waited the rest of the night while he was examined and scans taken. The result - at the age of only 38 he was paralysed from the waist down.
We slowly managed to come to terms with his disability and he was determined to hold on to as much of his previous life as possible. His firm kept his job open for him and with his car modified, he was able on his own to use a wheelchair to the car, haul himself in, fold the chair and get that in the vehicle and go off to work. The only help he needed from me was to get his trousers on in the morning and undressing him at night. Our house had to be modified as well with a downstairs wet room that could take a wheelchair. We also converted a downstairs reception room into a bedroom and office for him.
While he still had all body movement above the waist, tests showed that the small amount of sperm they were able to extract was immobile. It meant that for sex there could be no penetration for me, only relief by hand, mouth or vibrator. This was hard for both of us as we were used to a very active sex life. It was difficult to find a comfortable position for oral sex but I was determined that Ian still felt involved. We found that straddling him in the 69 position was the most comfortable and easiest for both of us. We also tried me sitting on the edge of his bed or the kitchen table while he brought his chair between my spread legs. Putting my legs over his shoulders restricted his access so I would lean back a little and holding under my thighs, open myself to him. He wanted me to take a lover, even suggesting that I could get pregnant but I didn't like that idea. So I continued to feel frustrated and sometimes depressed and when I was in that mood this made Ian renew his wish for me to have a lover.
We had a good circle of friends and neighbours who had rallied round after the accident and proved themselves to be true friends. One such person was Emily, a lovely women in her forties, always tidy with a slim figure who lived nearby with her son Hugh. Her husband had gone off with a younger women some years ago leaving Emily to bring up Hugh. She had done a very good job and he turned out to be a well adjusted young man who still enjoyed her company. Quite often we would have them round for a meal and vice versa. I noted how supportive Hugh was with Emily; for example clearing the table and helping with the dishes. Last year he went off to university and Emily would often call round for a coffee or meal and chat with us or I would go round on my own to see her. Emily was not a prude and would commiserate and joke with me on our lack of sex, how we should find a hunk for ourselves and I told her about Ian wanting me to take a lover. Emily reckoned that if Ian was happy with the idea then I should consider it.
Emily's Tale
I was totally distraught when my husband walked out on us for a younger model. I had thought we had a very successful loving marriage. My disposition was normally confident and cheerful; I was healthy, fit and with a good figure and enjoyed sex. Then I was left to bring up Hugh on my own, as the grandparents lived a long distance away, and on a reduced income. Hugh and I had always been close and he also had to adjust to the changed circumstances. We made a very good pair and would protect each other as much as possible, making the best life we could. Our family had never been prudish and casual nudity was accepted as the norm. This continued into our new life, neither of us making a big deal of it. We were very fortunate that we had good neighbours, especially Jan and Ian who were always there if we needed help and we had quite a few meals at each other's. Ian was in a wheelchair after an accident some years ago but this didn't stop him having a full time job. The only thing that stopped was him having full sex with Jan. They were quite open about this with us.
As Hugh got older I was well aware of the stains on his bedding and boxers so one day before I left for work I casually said "While wanking is perfectly normal, maybe you could think of me doing the extra washing". Quick as a flash, instead of being embarrassed, he said "Em, I do think of you when wanking" and ran upstairs before I could give him a clip round his ears. I was surprised by his reply but not offended and thought 'nice but naughty' and as far as he was concerned I was not yet over the hill.
He had a changing circle of friends, male and then increasing females and seemed to get on well with all. One occasion coming home earlier than usual I disturbed him with a girl in his room. I told him there was no need for them to rush off but their red faces told a story as they disappeared. When he returned I said it was time to have a talk and after dinner, told him to pour out some wine and join me in the living room. I made him sit on the couch with me, put my arm round him as usual and gave him a talk about sex and relationships. I said that I had no objection to him having a girlfriend around or staying the night but they must be sure to take protections.
"Thanks Em for that but if I follow up there's still a problem. I've only a single bed. Is there any chance you could get me a double?"
So I ordered a double for him.
As I mentioned before, casual nudity was accepted and neither of us created if one was in the bath and the other needed to use the toilet. From an early age Hugh had called me 'Em', no subject was taboo for discussion and we were very comfortable with each other and in the evenings would cuddle together on the couch to watch TV or rented films. I loved lying on the couch with my feet in his lap while he massaged my feet. It was such a switch off from work and it wasn't difficult to fall asleep.
His move to university left me feeling down again but once I got used to the loneliness I accepted a couple of invitations. Neither of the dates was satisfying although on one we went back to his place after dinner and ended up in bed - where I can only say he 'fucked' me. I managed to get him to put on a condom, there was no foreplay and I was hardly wet before he pushed himself into me, thrust several times and came then pulled out and rolled over. Most selfish, just out for his pleasure and I left as soon as I could, never replying to any of his calls. The next time I was round at Jan's I told them of the dates and we all agreed that half a loaf was better than none.
It was wonderful to have Hugh back for the summer and we soon got back into the old ways. On evenings when he was not out with friends we would cuddle on the sofa while I plied him with questions about his studies, lifestyle and girlfriends. On one occasion we had a discussion about words for body parts and how our attitudes varied. I was not at ease with some, whereas he didn't worry but agreed to try and restrict their use when we were together.
The weather had been very hot and I was wearing just a summer frock which buttoned down the front, bra and briefs. I returned home to find that Hugh had made a tasty salad and cooled wine was sitting ready. I had a quick wash and replaced just the briefs and frock as the bra was new and a bit tight.
As I returned to the kitchen I said "That's better."
"What's better?"
"I've left my bra off as it wasn't comfortable."
Hugh looked me up and down and said "Your tits are lovely, with a life of their own."
"Stop looking at me like that, I'm your mother!" but as we spoke I realised that my nipples were hardening and I was feeling damp down below.
Naturally he noticed my nipples which were pushing my dress and he said "You can see why I think of you when I wank." As I walked round to the work surface and passing him I gave him a big hug and a kiss and said "I am so lucky to have such a lovely son even when he says things he shouldn't."
