A helping hand in hospital

[macboy1]

Posted before on another forum but I thought I'd share it here. All true, only the names are changed....

Going back a few years, John a mate I'd played rugby with since Uni had a car accident leaving him with crushed vertebrae and almost six months in hospital mostly in Oswestry, a specialist unit for back injuries. He and I were near neighbours South of Birmingham so the drive to the hospital was almost 90 minutes each way and his wife called me up to ask if she could catch a ride when i was going up. I'd never met her before but she was a slender brunette, early thirties and a real girl-next door type, two kids but a bum that looked achingly good in Levis.

We started to make a regular weekly trip as I had a company car and free petrol and they weren't at all well off, especially with John on sick-pay, so I got to know Julia pretty well. She was never flirty but I thought oozed sexual confidence. A couple of months passed and we'd made six or seven visits together. John was moved to a private room ward, so a little more private.

On the regular Tuesday run Julia, looking a bit bashful said: "This is a bit embarrassing but could I ask you a huge favour. John may be a rugger bugger but he's still too embarrassed to ask himself."

I couldn't imagine what it was but said "Yes anything you know that".

"Well, John's a bit, you know, in need of relief, so I wonder if you'd keep a look out for a few minutes when we're at the hospital."
"God, yes of course Jules" I blurted. It must have taken some guts to ask!

So, when we'd been at the hospital for twenty minutes or so, I went to the door of the room, and casually looked out while John and Julia whispered to each other while she slipped back the cover and lowered his pyjamas. Now, if you know what's going on in the room behind you it's impossible not to look and I glanced over to see Julia slowly sliding her hand up and down his cock and John, still as anything because of the back-traction, with his arms behind his head to stop him moving and injuring himself and with his eyes firmly shut while Julia whispered to him. He shot his load in under two minutes which in itself was a bit of a challenge for Julia as she has two months worth in her hair and on her sweater. She cleaned him up and we carried on chatting like nothing had happened.The drive home was almost silent until Julia blurted out "God, I bet that was a relief!" We both had a good laugh about it.

This became a regular feature of our visits, me on guard and her giving John a "helping hand". Julia had started to use her mouth mainly to avoid the clean up and on more than one occasion I glanced round as John shot in her mouth and she swallowed looking into his eyes. We were never interrupted and I guess the nurses never thought that this would be going on while I was there.

Another month or so passed before I plucked up the courage to ask Julia about her frustration on a trip home. "You must be a bit in need yourself" I asked, keeping my eyes on the road. "Fucking hell YES" she almost shouted "every time I see John laying in that bed I just want to climb on top and fuck him. But it's probably better not to aggravate a broken back" she laughed. "I wish I could help, Julia" I said "but I don't want this to get complicated or John to feel he can't trust us".

"I'm not about to jump into bed with you, Mark" she replied "but these drives home are agonising sometimes because I am so turned on". With that she reached over, took my hand and placed it on top of her skirt, resting at the top of her thigh. I moved my fingers and she brought my hand directly over her pubis. I rubbed, softly at first, then harder, still driving down the A5 dual carriageway. She came in less than 5 minutes with a soft "Oh John" as she turned her head away towards the window.

We never really spoke about it and I'm not sure if she ever mentioned it to John but it became a new addition to the journey. Julia began dressing in lingerie for John to see while she sucked and stroked him and eventually he was able to move a little more and the sessions got dangerously long as he got more involved touching Julia. But I still rubbed her pussy on the way home, through her clothes at first and then eventually, slow moist stokes over her waxed lips.

Four or so months in, Julia rang me to tell me that this week would be the last trip to Shropshire as John was well enough to be moved to a local hospital for rehabilitation. We drove up as normal but during the visit she didn't wank John off or even show-off for him and on the way home I made no move to touch her.

"You've been a brilliant friend Mark" she said when we'd been driving fifteen minutes or so "and you've never once tried it on with me or asked me to touch you. I've told John you know, about me asking you to help me out on the way home" I gulped. "he was a bit jealous at first but I told him it was me that wanted it and you've never once pushed me to go further".

I was a bit uncomfortable talking about it but said "look Julia, you're a great girl and lovely looking but this has all been about you and John and I'd never want anything to spoil what you have".

"Well, John said today I need to repay some of the kindness you've shown so this is for you." With that she unbelted her wrap-around dress to reveal a suspender belt and fishnets and nothing else. She slipped the dress off in the passenger seat and reclined her seat so i could look over at her lithe and freshly waxed body. "Fucking hell" was all I could manage.

"Now for your treat" she whispered, and with that, she leaned over, unbuckled my jeans and took out my now hard cock. "Oh you seem quite keen" she purred. She licked the head then plunged it into her mouth moving slowly up and down my shaft as I drove, curled half on the seat and half across the centre console in the car. After four or five minutes, with me alternating looking at the road and staring down at her, she removed my cock, looked up at me and said, "find a parking spot". I pulled in to the next layby, left the engine running and put both hands around her head. "Now, enjoy" she whispered.

She spent the next couple of minutes stroking licking and sucking me all by the light of the dashboard before I said "Oh Julia, you'd better stop 'cause I'm going to cum".

With that she pushed my cock almost all the way into her mouth and throat and I shot my first load of cum. She quickly removed my cock and took the next spurts on her face and hair which dripped down her body as she sat up. "You can't have a picture but you can have a mental picture at least" she said as she lay glistening. She slipped her arms through the dress and wrapped it around her while I zipped up. We travelled the rest of the way in silence and never once mentioned it again.

John fully recovered and although he never played rugby again, he and Julia became close friends and I was a regular for Sunday lunch and the occasional big night out. A kiss on the lips at Christmas was as dangerous as it ever got between Julia and I after that but the memory of those car rides and acting like a bike-shed look-out have certainly kept me going on some lonely hotel-room nights!

[tombowman1]

wow amazing.thanks a lot mate

[macboy1]

Good to have so many viewers and thanks. I'll post some more when I have chance.

Mac

[okiebugg]

As a combat veteran of the Viet Nam conflict, I'd like to share a similar story

I spent 33 month "in country in 3 different deployments. I had volunteered to serve In the Marine Corps, and saw many things that I wish not to talk about.

I did experience a 'love affair' with one of the nurses while injured, and an experience it was!
I had been hit by a booby trap called a 'betty' or a 'bouncing betty' the trap was known by both names. It seems that the Viet Cong had discovered that all you had to do was blow off the genital area of American troops and it would put the fear of God in us collectively.
The Betty was a crude device triggered by a trip wire and a trip spring, and would bounce to the height of 30 inches to 33 inches. It was made of crude materials that were collected by the villagers and given to the VC. It was usually constructed with about three pounds of explosives, and any kind of dung or rotting tissue so the betty would not only explode, but drive deadly bacteria into the wound to start raging infections.
Well, I was walking point (in front of the Platoon), and a Marine behind me tripped a wire and was killed instantly. I was primarily hit in the ass, so none of my "wedding tackle" was affected. It did however break my hip, and I was subsequently evacuated to an aid station where I was taken into an operating room and the bleeding stopped, and an attempt was made to debride the wound of infectious material. I was then shipped by plane to Hawaii to be repaired by competent personnel at an advanced Medical Facility. By the time I arrived, I had an high fever and quite a smelly infection in addition to the broken hip, and half of my ass blown away.
I dont remember arriving in Hawaii, ot anything else for that matter. I awoke in a body cast which was a stablizing
cast from my knees to my upper chest. It had large holes cut into it so I could pee and eliminate waste.

I remembering awakening to the sight of a beautiful AMERICAN nurse who was quite compassionate and lovely to be around. I spent two weeks in bed and not moving so my pelvis could start healing from the surgery. I saw many many nurses during this time and none were quite as compassionate as Susan, the nurse I saw when I first awakened. She was around periodically, and she and I hit it off. She had a good sense of humor, and generally knew what I needed before I did.

During my third week of my recovery, Susan came in to give me a sponge bath. She washed as much as she could, and noticed that I hade a huge stiffy. The other nurses had a habit of thumping your penis with a finger and make it wilt. It hurt like hell, to say nothing about my need to release. After giving me a sponge bath, she didn't thump me, but reached under the sheets and found my dick and started jacking me off. I didn't last very long the first time, and sprayed my spunk all over the underside of my sheets which she promptly changed. This went on for about two to three weeks whenever she was in my room.

I was moved to a more private and quiet area because I was healing quite well. Part of my body cast had been hacked away, and I was allowed to move around and walk with assistance. The next time Susan came into my room, she went about her regular routine of washing me and making me comfortable. We had become fast friends by that time. She said that she needed a way to relieve my pressure without having to change my bed sheets getting spunky. Much to my surprise, she closed my door came to my bed, and gave me the best blow job I have ever had. She was my first experience with a woman deep throating me. I'm fairly well endowed and couldn't understand how she could take my entire cock completely into her mouth. She would do this at the proper time so I could shoot a load. This much to my delight went on for a few weeks until my cast was removed and I was put into a brace to keep my hip stable. I still was getting the release that I so loved. I was allowed to start going outside for fresh air with the aid of crutches, and walking so I could regain my strength.

Susan asked me if I could find a way to meet her at one of the hotels on the island. This was strictly forbidden, an enlisted Marine seeing an officer. No way. I tried to reason with her that if we got caught, I'd go to the brig, and she would be shipped to Bumfuck Egypt in disgrace. She kept saying that she had something for me when I could meet her. A few days went by and I heard from her. Seems she had bribed one of the SP's (shore Patrol) and he would pick me up at 2300 hours that night and I should just go with him and ask no questions. I went with him and was delivered to a home on the beach that had a large party going on. I'll spare the details, but she told me that I had to be quiet in the house and would have to 'fuck up'. Not knowing wht that meant at the time, we had a few drinks (I was dressed in civilian clothes) so no one would know that I was enlisted. After a few drinks, we went upstairs to a room and closed the door.

What she had for me was a summer dress that fell to the floor. She took me to the bed and told me that I would have to lay on my back and "fuck up" finally I knew the significance of what she had said earlier. She found a way to straddle me even though I was wearing a heavy brace. She climbed on after much foreplay sank my dick into the tightest pussy that I could remember. It was warm inside. She had significant muscle control. She was passionate. We made love until the sun came up the next morning. These were some of the most significant moments in my life until this day. I was sent to San Diego Naval Hospital for physical therapy and two more surgeries. I lost track of her, but kept snooping until I found her. She was at Walter Reed Hospital in the Washington DC area. Once released from San Diego, I drove cross country and found where she lived. I was there when she came home.

After a long engagement, we married in 1971. She is still my wife today-39 years. Life is as good for us today as it was then.............

[fordguy2001]

Great story Okiebugg!!!!!

And thank you for your service to our country!

[KarlMalone]

That was a lovely story and you can tell just how much John and Julia loved and trusted each other.

[loveu2c]

I wasn't there, but my wife relayed this story to me right after it happened.

My wife was having abdominal pain and decided to go to the doctor. Our regular doctor was booked, but they told her the PA (Physician's Assistant) was available. He came in and after looking at her chart asked what was wrong. She told him and he said she would need to put on a gown, but that she could leave her underwear on. My wife was relieved because she had just shaved the day before and was very slick down there. He returned with a nurse and went through a few tests - pushing on her stomach, etc. He said he would be right back and he and the nurse left. He came back in, but the nurse wasn't with him. He told her to be safe he needed to check her colon and asked her to remove her panties. He stood there waiting for her to take them off. He then very casually told her that the best way to accomplish this test was for her to get on all fours on the table. She was now standing on the floor, so he watched as she climbed up on the table. She was trying to maintain her modesty by keeping the gown closed, but said the gown kept opening up to show her back side. She finally managed to make it up to the table and was on all fours. He then told her to place her head down on the table. She said she was so embarrassed because she could feel her pussy peak out more and more. He inserted his finger into her ass and twisted a little. She said she swore that she felt the knuckle of his thumb start to press against and slightly into her hole. He finished up and walked out quickly without a word while she was still in that position. She was afraid anyone outside the door saw her in that position. He wrote her a prescription and that was it. A year or so later, I had to have a similar procedure and asked the doctor about the best position for a patient to be in. He said it is most common to have them on their side. I asked if there was any reason for a doctor to have a woman on all fours during an exam he jokingly said, "only if they wanted to get a good look". I told my wife about this and she was mortified, but I still get a little excited when I think about her in that position.

[jjanda_2000]

- Your wife's unfortunate exploitation at the hands of an unprincipled hack is such a stark contrast to the stories of compassionate caring that opened this thread.

The only thing more disturbing is that the memory of her non-consensual humiliation gets you "a little excited."

She deserves a more ethical, sensitive doctor . . . and husband.

[loveu2c]

Wow, very interesting. It seems that the critiques could easily be applied to a majority of this entire forum .e. Your participation in objectifying women on this forum demonstrates that your wife/gf deserves a more sensitive husband/bf. See how easy it is?

There is truly nothing worse than those who don't acknowledge moral relativism - especially on forums such as this one.

Why don't we all lighten up, enjoy the content we enjoy and ignore the content we don't (as per forum guidelines).

[jjanda_2000]

Originally Posted by loveu2c

Wow, very interesting. It seems that the critiques could easily be applied to a majority of this entire forum .e. Your participation in objectifying women on this forum demonstrates that your wife/gf deserves a more sensitive husband/bf. See how easy it is?

There is truly nothing worse than those who don't acknowledge moral relativism - especially on forums such as this one.

Why don't we all lighten up, enjoy the content we enjoy and ignore the content we don't (as per forum guidelines).

- Hmmm. In spite of the ineptitude with reason and logic that you open with, I do agree with your closing suggestion.

You can help us avoid your demeaning contributions if you categorize them properly in the subject line, as suggested by Ferris1, and also mentioned in the forum guidelines to which you refer:

"We suggest that you always choose a "Thread Prefix" to describe the content of your story. "

Since you mention the guidelines, I also suggest you re-read Story Forum rule #5 which pertains to stories involving non-consensual sexual acts.