I'd been with Engine 12 for about five years, in and out of all kinds of hairy situations, but
this was the first time I'd ever been laid up for any length of time. We were working an
abandoned warehouse fire, probably accidentally set by some wino trying to keep warm. Damn
cross beam fell and knocked me flat. If it wasn't for my suit, it probably woulda crisped me
pretty good. Bad enough that it ripped up my back and shoulder muscles, making me hobble around
like some crip. Docs said if I stuck to my rehab, I'd back to my
beefy, bouncy self in a few months. Months! Hell, it'd only been three weeks and I was going
bonkers from boredom. My body screamed at me every time I tried to move. Got so bad I finally
took to sleeping on the pullout with some plywood under the mattress. The wife offered me the
bedroom but what type of guy would I be if I made a lady sleep on the couch? Besides, it was
easier to fix up the pullout. With a cranky body I was really into easy.
With my muscles all ripped and twisted, sex wasn't so easy. It was freaking impossible. We gave
it a try. The damn pain just kept getting in the way. Nothing like a good sharp blast of pain to
chase a hard-on away. Frustrating as hell, for both of us. I mean, my wife is a babe, guys get
hard just watching her walk down the street and here I am, with all that beautiful blonde
nakedness in front of me, and my dick keeps going limp. Unfair, that's what it was, real
unfair. The sadass wino that burnt down that freaking building was probably getting more pussy
than me!
So, anyway, I was sleeping on the pullout, at least I was trying to sleep on the pullout. Some
nights the pain meds would just knock my ass right out but, then I'd roll over or something and
the pain would come knocking. I didn't have to answer the door. It'd just bust the damn thing
down. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling a bit sorry for myself when I heard a
moan coming from our bedroom.
At first I figured the wife must have been having a nightmare. Since my accident, she said
she'd been having some bad ones. I hobbled down the hallway, figuring I might comfort her
some and then stopped dead in my tracks. I'd heard her moan and breath heavy like that before,
usually when I was breathing heavy right along with her. I slowly approached the doorway and
peeked in.
The room was dark but there was enough light coming through the window to make out her sexy
body sprawled on the bed. One hand was between her legs; the other was cupping a milky white
breast. Her eyes were closed. She was so wrapped up in what she was doing; she probably didn't
even hear me coming down the hall. Just looking at her gorgeous naked body stretched out on the
bed was enough to make my briefs a lot tighter. Seeing her rubbing that beautiful, gold
fringed pussy and hearing her soft moans of pleasure was getting my dick so hard I was
expecting the things to rip right off my body. I could feel enough twinges of pain to know
that I couldn't join her on the bed. Besides, I'd never watched her masturbate before; I never
knew what a turn on it was. She was sliding her fingers along her slit. She must have been
really wet, there were little slurping sounds coming from her pussy. I slid my briefs down a
bit and grabbed my cock.
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