Way out

It so happened that a misfortune befell our family, Masha's and mine, or more precisely, I was in a car accident and was now disabled. At first, I was completely paralyzed, but over time, I was able to get around in a wheelchair myself. Unfortunately, however, I lost all feeling below the waist, including in the male department, or more simply, I could no longer perform my marital duties.

My wife didn't leave me, and we had been living like this for over a year. Masha took care of me, took me for walks, and so on, but she clearly missed me in the intimate sense. Of course, I tried to satisfy her with my fingers and orally, but full-fledged sex still wasn't happening.

I

saw how my still-young wife longed for male affection and proper sex. I drew my conclusions from how she would toss and turn in her sleep, clearly not from pain or nightmares, but from pleasant sensations; she even managed to climax in her sleep and would cry out various phrases typical of the moment of intercourse. Lately, my wife had become more nervous, and sometimes we had arguments. Afterwards, she would apologize for her lack of restraint, but this hadn't happened before. Something had to be done.

And I started a conversation on this topic: - Masha, I see how you're suffering with me. If you don't want to leave me out of pity, I'll understand completely. You need a normal, full-fledged family, and we didn't even have time to have children. - Pasha, what are you saying? How could I be without you? I love you and will never leave you. We've had so many wonderful things in our life together; I don't want to erase all that.

— But I see how you're withering away without a proper man. You're still young, beautiful; it hurts me to see it.

— Pashenka, my dear, don't torment me, - Masha said with tears in her eyes.

That day, my wife cried her eyes out, and we ended the conversation. For a week, we lived as usual. At the end of the week, we had a bit of a fight, and to make up, I went in my wheelchair to the other room where Masha was.

— Darling, let's make up.

— Just forgive me, silly me, I lost my temper again.

— If you don't want to leave me and you love me, then stay with me, but maybe you should relieve some tension with another man?

— What are you saying? How, how could I cheat on you?

— It wouldn't be cheating in the usual sense; it would be with my permission.

My wife burst into tears again and ran off, but the next day, she came to me herself and started the conversation.

— Were you serious about all that, about a lover?

— Of course, I'm serious. I see how you're suffering without male affection and proper sex.

— Pasha, I admit, I really do miss it, and I think that's why I snap at you. But how do you imagine this?

— For example, you could meet another man through dating sites. You're beautiful and sexy; I think many would be interested.

My wife hesitated a little but finally agreed, seemingly reluctantly, but it was clear from her demeanor that she was excited.

I registered my wife on such a dating site myself and selected several photos where my already beautiful wife looked absolutely stunning.

After a couple of days, messages started pouring in. I called my wife, and we began looking through the candidates together. Out of them all, we settled on a young guy who, apparently, might even still be a virgin. My wife was 27, and this guy was 19, but my wife herself stopped me on this profile and studied it for a long time, then decided this guy was the one. He wasn't a bodybuilder or a super macho type, but he was young, handsome, exuded male hormones, and had a desire to possess a woman.

My wife started corresponding with him herself, then they called each other and arranged a meeting. The next day, my wife got herself ready, put on a beautiful dress that accentuated all her curves, and there was plenty to accentuate.

Before leaving, my wife gave me a peck on the cheek and said: — I'm so nervous!

— Don't worry, darling, everything will be fine.

— I really hope everything goes well.

My wife left, and I was left alone with my thoughts about whether we were doing the right thing, but on the other hand, my wife's eyes were shining, and she clearly liked this idea. I waited impatiently for her to return. Around 10 p.m., my wife sent a text saying everything was fine, not to worry, and that she would only return tomorrow.

At 11 a.m., my wife finally returned home. It was clear everything had gone successfully, and Masha was simply glowing.

— Darling, thank you for allowing me this; it was great!

— Masha, don't keep me in suspense; tell me how it all went.

— A bit later, first a shower, then sleep.

My wife only woke up in the evening, and I had been dying of curiosity all day about how it all went.

Stretching sweetly, my wife began to speak: — He turned out to be a very pleasant young man. As planned in advance, he met me with flowers near the restaurant. We sat there for a long time talking about life. Stepa, it turns out, had never been intimate with girls before.

He said so himself, and it was obvious from him. He's a very courteous, polite boy. At the restaurant, he paid for me and wanted to escort me home, but I decided I needed to take the initiative. I suggested we go to a hotel and spend some time closer together. He was a bit embarrassed at first, but then, apparently, his instincts took over, and we went. We got a room and ordered champagne and fruit to the room.

— And what happened next?

— Darling, are you sure you want to know this?

— Tell me in all the details; I'm very interested!

— And you won't hate me for it?

— Of course not, I'm the one who suggested all this to you.

— Okay, then I'll continue. First, we drank champagne and ate some fruit. Then, as if by accident, I hiked up my skirt so the edges of my stockings became visible. Stepa's eyes were glued to them, and now he was under my spell.

I continued the game and took a grape and put it in Stepan's mouth. He was a bit shocked by what was happening to him, and I think he wondered if he was dreaming. Then I slowly started moving my foot lightly and unobtrusively along his leg. Then I took a grape and held it between my lips and brought it to his lips. He accepted this gift, and our lips touched; it was like a lightning bolt went through me, and him too, apparently, because he turned all red and was breathing rapidly.

— And then, then…

— I took his hand and placed it on my breast. At first, he was clumsy, then more gently, he began to knead my mounds. I helped free my breasts from the confines of my dress and bra, then pulled his head to one of my nipples. He greedily latched onto it, while his other hand continued to fondle my other breast. It felt amazing with this young, hot guy and his, albeit virgin, but very pleasant caresses. I took his hand again and now placed it between my legs. He was a bit confused, but after my pleas for him to caress me there, he understood what was needed and slipped his hand into my already wet panties.

Next, I took off my dress over my head myself, while he continued to explore my femininity with his fingers. Sometimes his hand would land on my clit, and waves of pleasure would shoot through me. Even though it was his first time, he wasn't bad at it, and after a little while from these caresses, a powerful orgasm shot through me. I fell back onto the bed with only my legs dangling off the edge, and I was still shaking with waves of pleasure for a while longer. The guy looked at me, stunned by what he saw; his hand was all wet with my juices.

Recovering from the orgasm, I pulled him to me, and he started kissing me on the lips, while my hand found his rock-hard cock, and I began to massage it. He was aroused to the limit, and with my help, quickly got rid of all his clothes. Now I could appreciate his cock. We didn't choose this guy for nothing; his cock was quite large, and most importantly, it was of normal length but thick in girth—just what I need; I love being filled by a thick cock.

— Bigger than mine was before the accident?

— Not much longer, but about one and a half times thicker. Don't be jealous, my love, but with a cock like that, the sensations are out of this world!!!

— I'm not jealous; it's all for my beloved wife. Continue.

— When I saw that cock, I went crazy. He was standing in front of me, and I was sitting on the bed. I took hold of his buttocks with my hands, opened my mouth wide, and carefully took him into my mouth. You have no idea how much I missed giving a blowjob.

I gave it my all to please him. He was simply roaring with pleasure. My hands wandered over his balls, perineum, caressed his thighs, my fingers teased his anus. He simply couldn't hold on for long like that and came powerfully right in my mouth. I admit, before, I didn't really like swallowing semen, but here, I found the taste so pleasant, and the awareness that he was coming in my mouth, that I took the entire load without leaving a drop and even licked up the drops that appeared a little later. It was clear he was exhausted from such a violent orgasm and fell down next to me. Of course, this wasn't enough for me, and I continued caressing his cock, only now I squeezed it between my breasts and moved back and forth. About three minutes after he came, his cock regained its strength—the perks of a young body.

Now I mounted him and finally inserted his cock into me. How wonderful it felt—just insane—after such a long break. At first, I moved unhurriedly, then, as I approached orgasm, I sped up the ride, and we came simultaneously. I hadn't had such an amazing orgasm in a long time. A real cock is really something! Stepa flipped me onto my back and again, recovering very quickly, began to fuck me. This young male, even if only on an instinctual level and not from experience, knows how to give a lady pleasure.

This time, after the two previous ones, he couldn't come for a long time, but for me, that was only a plus. I was coming one time after another, even without clitoral stimulation; his thick cock stimulated everything inside so much it's indescribable. When I was already experiencing my tenth, twelfth orgasm—I lost count—he finally growled again, thrusting his whole body into me. During his orgasm, I hugged him with both my arms and legs and held him tightly while he came. After that, we both quickly fell asleep. And today, he drove me home, and while we were driving, he thanked me for last night and showered me with compliments. Of course, after something like that!

— I'm very glad you enjoyed it.

— If you don't mind, I'd like to meet this guy again.

— Darling, I don't mind; it's all for satisfying your desires.

And so we began to live with my wife. From time to time, she would disappear, first with Stepan, then we found a few more guys for her, and she would meet with them in turn to satisfy her needs. And each time, she would tell me everything in detail about how it went. My wife's nerves calmed down, and now we had harmony in our family.

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