Being Helpful
written by:
oppy-n-rose

I was recently in the backyard doing some gardening, when I realized that I hadn't seen our neighbor in a while. I usually see him coming and going on his motorcycle. I found it kind of odd and figured I would ask my husband later on if he had heard of anything. I went on about my day and finished up my gardening. Later that evening at dinner, I mentioned to my husband that I haven't seen the neighbor in quite some time. He thought about it for a second and realized that he hadn't seen him around either. After dinner, my husband decided to give the guy a call and see if everything was okay. He was surprised when the neighbors sister answered the phone. Apparently, he had been out on his motorcycle and someone rear-ended him, sending him flying off the bike and suffering some pretty serious injuries. We became very concerned and offered any help that we could. We came to find out later on that he had suffered two broken legs, two broken arms, and some internal injuries as well. It was a miracle that he was still alive. We were informed from his sister that he would be coming home in a couple of weeks. The problem was that he couldn't afford to have a nurse with him around the clock at his house and they needed to figure something out. That's when I told my husband that I had no problem helping as much as I could since I was always home. We offered his sister our help and she graciously accepted because she couldn't be there all the time, especially since she lived out of the area. We figured everything out and made our plans for when he got home.

A few weeks went by and an ambulance rolled up in front of the house. They were coming to drop him off, so I decided to go outside and offer any help that I could. He was still in pretty bad shape with casts on both arms and legs and a big bandage on his head. He was definitely feeling a bit better as they wheeled him in. He chatted with me a bit but was pretty tired. The ambulance workers set him up in his bedroom and they even gave me some additional instructions on what to do. They informed me that a nurse will be coming twice a week, and in the meantime all I had to do was make sure that he took his pain killers and assisted him with eating. Besides that, everything else was pretty much taken care of. I thanked them for their help and they were soon on their way. I went back over to talk to him and after some small chat he fell asleep. I made sure he had everything he needed and left his phone next to him in case he had to call me. I then decided to go back to my house and take care of a few things. For the next several days, I would go over for a few hours a day and just help him with simple things like eating and going to the bathroom. We would conversate a bit each time but all the medications were making him very tired and he would end up falling asleep most of the time. Little by little, his injuries began to heal and he began to feel a bit better. Eventually, some of his wounds healed up and he began to look better. The casts on his arms and legs would still have to be on him for a few more months. Besides that, he was coming along pretty good. I began spending a bit more time with him as we would sit around and just chat about anything that would come to mind. He was a real nice guy who had moved to our neighborhood from out west, so he didn't have much family in the area that could take care of him on a daily basis. He thanked me often for all of my help and said that without me he probably would be stuck in one of the hospital nursing homes. I told him it was no big deal and that I enjoyed spending the time with him. Over the course of the next month or so, I really got to know him very well from all of our conversations.

About three months after his accident, I was over taking care of a few things for him while he laid in bed. He was watching a movie on TV while I got his lunch ready. As I walked into the room, I could see that something had his attention. I looked over at the TV to see what it was and noticed that there was love making in the movie. The couple in the movie were going at it pretty good and I could tell that he was enjoying it. I didn't bother him and just left his lunch on the table and went back to do a few other things. I returned a few minutes later to see how he was doing and asked if he was ready to eat lunch. I asked him if everything was okay and he said it was good, but I could tell that he seemed kind of down as if something was bugging him. I sat down next to him and we began to talk and I asked him what was wrong. He turned to me and told me that after watching that lovemaking scene in the movie it kind of excited him and there wasn't much that he could do about it. I chuckled and told him it would be okay and that before he knew it he would be all healed up and be able to go out and have some fun. He said that he realized that but it was going to be another few months before he could do anything at all. He told me that he was pretty frustrated because it had been a while since he had been able to have any kind of pleasure. I didn't know what to say to him and we just sat there quietly for a few minutes.

He then turned to me again and told me that he wanted to ask me for a favor. I asked him what he needed and he looked away for a second and then turn to me again and said that he didn't know how to say it. We went back and forth for a few minutes before he finally asked me if I could help him. At first I didn't know what he meant and then it dawned on me. He was basically asking me if I could help him get off. I quickly said that it probably wasn't a good idea and that maybe I should leave. He quickly apologized and said that it has been a long time since he had gotten any type of action and that it was building up inside of him. He told me that with the cast covering both of his hands it made it impossible for him to do it to himself. He went on for a few more minutes and I actually started to feel bad for him. I don't know why I did but I had pity for him. I told him that there was no way that I would sleep with him and he quickly told me that he wasn't looking for that. We went on for a few more minutes before he said that he would just love a simple hand job just to give him some relief. I sat quietly for a few minutes and then told him that I had to think about it. He nodded and I finished up my duties for the day and headed home.

That night I laid in bed wide awake thinking about what he had asked me to do. I was trying to convince myself that it was just some hand relief and that there was nothing wrong with it. I tossed and turned for a few hours, running all the consequences through my mind. I realized that it would be just the two of us in the house, if I did decide to do it. Nobody would ever know and I would just be helping him out. I wanted to help him out because I actually felt bad for him, but at the same time I knew how wrong it was. If my husband ever found out he would leave me. I didn't know what to do as I laid in bed and just ponder the idea in my head and eventually dozed off. The next morning, I got up and had my mind set that I was going to do it for him only to help him out. I got dressed and eventually made my way over.

I let myself into his house like usual and did a few things around the house before going off to his room. He was awake when I arrived and was surprised to see me. He told me that after what he had asked me for yesterday he thought I would never come back. I smiled at him and told him not to worry and said that I wanted to talk about it with him. We spent some time talking about it and I basically told him that I wouldn't mind helping him out but nobody could ever know. He seemed relieved and got a big smile on his face. I told him that after breakfast I would help him go to the bathroom and once he was all done I would lay him in bed and then get a towel and take care of him. He agreed and I went off to make his breakfast.

While feeding him, he managed to eat his breakfast very quickly. I laughed because I knew how excited he was. He finished up his breakfast and I helped him to the bathroom so that he can do whatever he had to do. I stood outside of the bathroom until he was done and then walked him back to his bed. I laid him down on the bed and went back to the bathroom to get a towel. I double checked to make sure that all the doors were locked. I still couldn't believe that I was actually going to do this, but I continued to convince myself that it was okay, and I was just being helpful. I walked back into the room with the towel and asked him if he was ready. He just nodded with a big smile on his face.

I reached for the waistline of his pajama pants and began to pull them down along with his boxers. His hard cock immediately sprang free and I was surprised to see how big he was. He was easily 8 inches long and a good inch and a half thick. I had never expected that from him and I was pleasantly surprised. I wrapped my hand around the base and slowly began to stroke him. He just laid back with his eyes closed and enjoyed the feeling. It was nothing special and I stroked him for about a minute or so before he whispered that he was getting close. I grabbed the towel and stroked him a little faster. He quickly erupted into the towel. I began to wipe him clean and noticed that he was still very hard. Once I was done I asked if he enjoyed it and he quickly said yes and thanked me for it. I reminded him once again that nobody could find out and he reassured me that nobody would. I joked that it seemed like he was still in a good mood to which he said that it had been a while and that he still had a lot built up inside of him. I don't know why I did, but I told him jokingly that if he was good I would do it again tomorrow. His eyes lit up and he thanked me over and over again. I finished up with the rest of my tasks and was soon on my way home realizing that I had just told him that I would jerk him off again tomorrow. That night as I laid in bed, all I can think about was how big his cock was. I kept telling myself that it was wrong to be thinking like that but for some reason I couldn't get it out of my head. I eventually fell asleep dreaming about his cock.

The next few days were basically the same. I would go over, do the tasks that I had to and then end up giving him a hand job before I left. It was never anything very special. I did however go home each night and fantasize about getting fucked by his big cock. I couldn't believe that these thoughts would even run through my mind but they were. I was a good wife but I couldn't help but wonder what that big cock would feel like inside of me. I kept my fantasies to myself and just continued to take care of him each day.

About three weeks after I gave him his first hand job, I was getting ready to go over and as I was gathering myself in front of the mirror, I realized that he would enjoy my tank top. It showed a bit of cleavage and I figured it would give him something to look at while I jerked him off. I guess a part of me was getting into this a bit more than I should have been. But then again, what was wrong with a little teasing. I gathered a few things and headed to his house.

I walked in and he was already awake waiting for my arrival. I greeted him and told him that I would get his breakfast ready. He quickly told me how nice I looked and I thanked him for the compliment. I gave him his breakfast then went about doing a few things around the house for him. Once I was ready, I cleaned him up and prepared him for another session. I could tell that he was really excited by the throbbing hard on that was raising in his pants. I joked around with him about it and as I did, he said he had another favor to ask me. I asked him what he needed and at first he thanked me for everything that I have been doing, including taking care of him. He then asked if I wouldn't mind climbing on the bed next to him and positioning myself so that he could look down my shirt. I kind of gave him a blank stare but then thought to myself what the hell it's just a bit of cleavage. I smirked at him and climbed up onto the bed and pulled his pants down to his knees.

His cock was throbbing as I reached for it. I positioned myself on all fours and tied my hair back so he had a clear view down my shirt. His eyes were glued to my cleavage as I began to stroke him. I took my time and went slowly so that he could enjoy it. Eventually, he told me he was getting close and blew a huge load into the towel. He thanked me once again and I was soon on my way.

The next few days was much of the same, as each day I would wear a different tank top and offered him great views of my cleavage. About a week after this started, I was on all fours slowly working his cock and I could tell that he was really enjoying himself. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily, so I figured he must've been imagining something. As I continued to stroke him, his breathing got a bit heavier and he began to slowly thrust his hips, almost as if he was fucking my hand. I just continued to stroke him as he raised his hips higher each time. After a few minutes of this, I noticed his cock was only inches from my face. I stared at it as I stroked it and then for some reason or another I lowered my face to it and kissed the tip. I don't know why I did, but I did. He felt it because he opened his eyes and just watched to see what I would do next. I continue to stroke it and then kissed it again, only this time I wrapped my lips around the entire tip causing him to let out a soft moan. Seeing how much he was enjoying a little bit of pleasure made me excited and I kept going and soon had as much of his cock as I could fit in my mouth. It was the biggest cock I had ever had in my mouth. I slowly began to slide it in and out of my mouth wrapping my lips tightly as he moaned louder and louder. He was loving every second of this and I couldn't believe that I was sucking his cock. I worked my tongue around the tip and then try to deep throat as much as I could. Slowly, I picked up my pace and began to really give him a nice blow job.

It wasn't long before I felt him tense up and I knew that he was close. He let out a loud moan as I flicked the tip of his cock with my tongue once again and told me that he was close. I just looked up at him and continued to suck on it and soon felt him erupt in my mouth. He jerked his hips upwards and unloaded all that he had down my throat. I swallowed every drop and then licked his entire cock clean. Once I was done, I sat up and he thanked me over and over again. I just smiled and told him that I would see him tomorrow. He thanked me again and I was soon on my way home.

I spent the next few days swallowing his loads and giving him some of the best blow jobs he probably has ever gotten in his life. Each night I would lay in my tub and play with my dildo imagining getting fucked by his big cock. Even though it was wrong, I just couldn't help myself.

One morning as I was getting ready to go over, I was trying to figure out what I should wear. I didn't have any tank tops available since they were all in the wash. I looked through all my stuff and found a summer dress that showed ample cleavage. I decided to go with it and figured that maybe I would really give him a show. I headed over to his house and let myself in. When I walked into his room his eyes lit up at the sight of me in my dress. He told me that I looked stunningly beautiful and I thanked him for the compliment and then went about my way doing what I had to do. Eventually, it was time to take care of him and as usual I could see that he was really excited.

I got up on the bed on all fours so that he could look down my dress top and I soon pulled his pants off. I stroked him for a few minutes before eventually taking him in my mouth and playing with his cock. As I was sucking on him, I could see him trying to move his arms and realized that he was trying to reach for my tits. I didn't mind and he eventually slipped his arm underneath me and was rubbing from the outside of my dress. I let him do that for a few minutes and then sat up and slid the straps down off of my dress for him. I pulled the top down over my braless tits and his face was priceless. I guess he never expected that from me. I went back to work, sucking on his cock and I could feel his fingers rubbing against my nipples as I did. I spent the next several minutes really working his cock but it felt like he was never going to get off. I eventually sat up and stroked him for a bit to give my mouth a break. I asked him if he was getting close and he said not yet, as he continued to admire my breasts.

As I sat and stroked him I couldn't take my eyes off of his cock. It was very tempting and was making me hot. I asked him again if he was close and he said not yet. I don't know what came over me at that moment, but I stood up and reached under my dress and slid my panties off. He didn't say a word and just waited to see what I did next. I leaned over and took his cock back into my mouth and sucked for a little bit getting it nice and wet. I then climbed onto the bed and straddled him. I grabbed his cock and lined it up with my pussy which was wet and on fire by now. I felt the tip penetrate me as I slowly lowered myself onto it. I took as much of it as I could into my pussy and began to slowly raise and lower myself on it.

He moaned as I slowly rode his cock and I could tell that I had just made his dreams come true. I grabbed both of his hands and placed them on my tits as I really began to take his big dick. This was the first time in my life that I had such a big cock in me and it felt amazing. I could feel myself being stretched but that didn't bother me. As a matter of fact, I wasn't thinking about anything besides fucking the shit out of this cock. I looked down at him and he was in joy as I rode his cock harder and harder.

I soon felt myself cuming and let out a loud moan. That caused him to start thrusting his hips upwards. The harder I rode him the more he tried to thrust into me. I reached behind me and caressed his balls and he yelled out that he was going to cum. Normally, I would make my husband pull out because I really didn't like to clean up, but I needed to feel his cum inside of me. I continued to ride him as hard as I could, really slamming myself down onto his cock causing him to moan louder and louder, and I soon felt him blow a huge hot steamy load of cum deep inside of me. I continued to ride him in order to pump every bit of his steamy seed out of him.

Once he had shot his last bit into me, I got off his cock and laid down next to him. He was breathing heavily as I placed my head on his chest. We didn't say a word for a while. Once we had both caught our breaths, I looked up at him and just smiled. He was once again getting hard and I prepared myself for round two...