More Than Just Rehabbing
written by:
oppy-n-rose

A little over a year ago, some of you may have read my story about a bit of help that I was asked to offer a friend of mine. For those who didn't, I'll give you a quick recap of what happened. I had gotten home one afternoon and received a phone call from a good friend of mine. She informed me that she was going to require some pretty extensive surgery and would most likely be out of commission for several months. She had suffered an injury earlier in the year and had put off correcting it for quite a while and eventually it got worse, requiring major surgery. Since I had previously worked in a hospital, helping patients who were healing up and whatnot, she was calling to ask for a bit of help. She was wondering if I could help her once she came home from the hospital, which obviously was no problem for me since she was a good friend. She also was hoping that I would be willing to help her husband Joey out a bit since he would have his hands full with the kids and everything else that would be going on.

I was out of work at the time and didn't see a problem with it. Their oldest son was overseas, serving in the military so he wouldn't be around, but his younger siblings would need someone to help them with their homework and other such things. Joey had to run back and forth to the hospital, as well as tend to the kids and home life so it wasn't easy on him. I came by on a daily basis and helped him with the children, going over their schoolwork and doing laundry and such things like that. Joey was very appreciative of all my help and the two of us began to develop quite the friendship, which was to be expected since I was spending so much time around them. For the better part of two months, I would go over and basically run the same routine on a daily basis. Then, things got a little crazy one night. Joey had invited me out to dinner, as a thank you for everything that I was doing. We enjoyed dinner and afterwards headed back to the house so that I could attend to a few things before heading home. After doing what needed to be done, I joined Joey on the couch and the two of us sat and enjoyed a glass of wine as we chatted.

While chatting with one another, he told me he had a confession to make. I sat and listened, wondering what it was he wanted to tell me. He confessed to me that he found me extremely attractive and even though he never wanted to cheat on his wife, he couldn't take it anymore. He hadn't felt the touch of a woman in well over two months and it was starting to wear on him. Having me around wasn't helping him much, as he was constantly checking me out what not. I was flattered by everything that he was saying and was even a bit stunned. Next thing I knew, we leaned into each other and began kissing each other pretty passionately. One thing led to another, and we were both quickly undressed and he was on top of me, fucking me on his living room couch. It was quick and erotic and at the time, I think we both needed it. Things had been pretty rough for me around the house, with my husband and I and I wasn't getting much in the love department either. We continued our evening from there, heading into the bedroom where he essentially made love to me and fucked me until he couldn't fuck anymore. We both knew it was wrong, but at the same time we both realized that we were just taking care of each other's needs temporarily. We ended up fucking each other a few more times before my friend finally recovered from her surgery and was back on her feet again. Things still haven't changed much for me back at home with my sex life, as my husband is still constantly busy with his work and I kind of miss the feeling of having someone making love to me. All of that brings us to something that happened recently.

I was sitting home on Saturday morning, browsing through the classified as I was looking for another job since mine had shut down when my phone rang. It was my friend, whom I had helped last year and she sounded pretty frantic. We began to chat and I asked her what was wrong, fearing that she had discovered what had happened between me and her husband while she was rehabbing. She frantically told me that she had been notified earlier that morning that her oldest son Jerry, who was serving overseas, had been involved in a terrible accident. Apparently, the convoy that he was traveling in came under attack and he had been severely injured. From what she was telling me, he was going to survive the injuries, but his military service was likely over. He had wanted a career in the military that looked unlikely now. She said that it would be a few days before she would officially no what the next step was and I told her to let me know if there was anything I could do to help. We kept in contact over the next few days and she began to get more and more information about what was going to happen next. He had been sent to a military hospital in Germany, where he underwent several operations and was now beginning his recovery. The military was going to eventually fly him home so that he can recover back in the states. Thankfully, he wouldn't be extremely far from home and his family would be able to be by his side.

His recovery took quite a while as he was in the hospital for several months and I could see it taking its toll on the family. In the process, like his family had expected, he received his medical discharge from the military and would no longer be able to serve due to the injuries that he suffered. He was disappointed but knew that it had to be done. He rehabbed in the hospital for close to six months before he could be released and sent home to finish his recovery. His parents had hired a hospice company to bring in a hospital bed and had it set up in his room so that he would be comfortable in the remainder of his recovery. Naturally, like I had offered earlier, I once again offered my services since I was still out of work and had a bit of background in nursing and rehab. They gladly accepted my offer, mostly because the last six months had been very trying on them as they had a lot of running around to do and had been in and out of work for quite a while. Luckily, their jobs understood what was happening and therefore they weren't fired, but it still wasn't easy on them. I was just happy to be able to help out and make things a tad bit easier.

It took several weeks, but he finally made it home and was set up in his room. He had a nurse who came daily to check on him and do what she needed to do, and in between, I stopped by and helped him out as well. Jerry was very appreciative of everything that I was doing and I was just happy to be able to help him on his road to recovery. For the next several weeks, I would stop by and help him with whatever he needed. He was pretty much bed stricken and for the first month, but little by little, he began to try and get around. He needed help in doing so and I was there to help him with that. It was hard for him to take a few steps, but at the same time it was progress. This pretty much took place for the better part of the first two months that he was at home. Little by little, he improved and began to walk around a little more with each passing day. I helped him out as much as possible and naturally in the process, the two of us began to get close. We chatted often and I did my best to keep him cheerful and up beat. He seemed to like having me around, especially since his regular nurse only came for an hour each day.

About three months after I began helping him out, he could finally walk enough to make it into the bathroom so that I could bathe him. He couldn't stand for long periods of time so we set up a chair in the bathtub and he sat in it while I washed him. He was a bit shy at first, having me see him completely nude, but after a little reassurance, his shyness went away. I came by and bathed him on a daily basis and it really changed his attitude each time I would do so. He slowly began getting a little more comfortable around me as I bathed him and after about two weeks or so of this, I noticed that something else was feeling comfortable and still worked.

As I was bathing him one afternoon, I ran the sponge over his body while he sat in the chair and noticed something coming to life. I tried not to stare at it, but at the same time I couldn't help but look. After all, he was 22 years old with a very decent looking body so who could blame me for looking. As it came to life, I noticed that it was your average size and reasonably thick. It definitely looked a bit longer than my husband's, but then again I couldn't remember the last time I was able to really get a good look at my husbands since our sex life usually consisted of a quick thrusting of his cock, in and out of my pussy for a few seconds and then he would roll off of me and go back to sleep.

As I washed it, Jerry quickly apologized, while telling me that he hadn't been touched there in a very long time and that it was just reacting to my touch. I told him not to worry about it and let him know that it wasn't his fault and that I wasn't at all worried about it. I continued washing him and tried not to pay a lot of attention to the hard cock that was sticking up, but it was hard not to notice. This would continue to happen on a daily basis, as I would wash him and he would continuously get a hard on. I couldn't blame the guy, with everything he had gone through, a woman was finally touching him and unfortunately for him, it probably wasn't in the way that he had hoped for. I just ignored it and continued to do what I had to do to help out, but from time to time, the image of his cock would cross my mind. Especially whenever I was lying in my bed by myself, using one of my toys to take care of my own needs. I usually try to think of some sexy hunk as I used my vibrators on myself, but couldn't help to think about Jerry's hard cock. As much as I tried not to, it began to creep into my mind or and more.

A few more days went by and things remained the same. I came by on a daily basis and did whatever I could do to help. Each time I bathed him, he would get excited whenever I would wash his crotch area. Then, one afternoon, I don't know what came over me, but I was feeling in a pretty good mood. As I was kneeling down outside of the bathtub, scrubbing away at Jerry's body, I once again noticed his cock coming to life. Now, over the past few days, I would normally just wash it and not say anything. Today, however, I was in a weird mood. As I washed him, I made my way down to his crotch with my sponge. I soaped him up and washed his hardened cock as he sat in the chair and watched me. As I was doing it, something came over me and I began to feel a bit naughty. I don't know why I did, but I slowly reached for his cock and wrapped my hand around it. After wrapping my hand around it, I slowly began to stroke it up and down for him. He had a look of shock on his face but at the same time he seemed excited. Neither one of us said anything as I slowly stroked his cock right there in the bathtub. I must say, having a younger guys cock in your hand as you slowly stroke it, does something for older woman. I felt excited myself as I stroked his cock for him.

As I was stroking him, I could hear him softly moaning as his breathing got heavier and heavier. It didn't take very long before I felt him tense up. He let out a grunt as he erupted, shooting streams of hot cum all over the place. Most of it landed on my hands and on his legs as I continued to stroke him until he had shot off the last of his load. Once he was done, he relaxed back onto the chair and looked down and softly uttered the words thank you. I smiled back at him, before cleaning him up and getting him ready to go back to his room. After I finished up, I headed home and was thinking about what I had just done. Surprisingly, I didn't feel an ounce of guilt and thought to myself that I had done the right thing. After everything that he had gone through, I felt that there was nothing wrong with giving him a hand job and therefore, I proceeded to give him one each time I bathed him from that point on. He enjoyed them and thanked me often as I gave him something to look forward to whenever I came over to bathe him and at the same time, it took his mind off of everything that he was going through.

After about a month or so of doing this, I was in the bathroom finishing his bath. I cleaned him up after his latest hand job and after drying him off, I helped him down the hallway and back to his bedroom. I sat him on the bed as I went to gather some clothes and put on him. When I returned, I noticed that he once again had a hard on. I was surprised that he could get hard that quickly after having just gotten off. I looked at his hard cock and then looked back at him and gave him a devilish smile. I decided to be nice and give him some more relief and told him to relax and enjoy while I reached out and began stroking him again. He smiled back at me and closed his eyes while slowly laying back onto the bed.

I wrapped my hands tightly around his cock and began to stroke it as I began giving him another hand job. I went at it for a few minutes, stroking his cock up and down while he lay back and enjoyed. As I was doing it, I admired his naked body. I couldn't help but look him up and down and enjoy what a 22-year-old that had been in the military had to offer. Aside from the scars from his injuries, he still had a very good-looking body. As I stroked him, I began to feel a change of excitement within me. I don't know what was happening to me, but I began feeling very horny. At that moment, lust took over and I decided to give him a little extra. I quickly dropped to my knees in front of the bed and guided his cock towards my lips. Slowly, I stuck my tongue out and began to lick the tip, giving him the surprise of a lifetime. I heard him let out a moan as I ran my tongue in circles before wrapping my lips around it and taking him into my mouth.

I took inch by inch of his cock into my mouth and began to slowly bob up and down on his cock as he laid back and softly moaned. I took my time, giving him one of the best blowjobs that I had ever given. I licked and sucked every inch of his cock, giving him an amazing feeling of pleasure. It took a few minutes, before he finally tensed up and exploded into my mouth. I continued to bob up and down on his cock while stroking it at the same time, making sure to get every drop of his hot cum into my mouth as I swallowed it all. After sucking up the last of his seed, I licked his cock clean before getting up and grabbing his clothes so that I could finish dressing him. He quickly thanked me and I just smiled in return. Once I was finished, I headed home to tend to my own things. I arrived home and found my husband relaxing in the basement after having consumed a six-pack of beer already. Seeing that, made me feel good about what I had done earlier and therefore I decided to keep it going. From that point on, I made sure to give Jerry a nice sponge bath each day and finish it off with a soft and sensual blowjob. He enjoyed every second of it and I enjoyed providing them for him. I guess you could say I was doing my duty for this injured soldier.

Over the next few weeks, I kept it going, blowing him after every bath and honestly, I was enjoying myself. I felt that I was doing something nice for a soldier who had almost made the ultimate sacrifice for his country. Giving him blowjobs, was nothing compared to what he had gone through. I felt good about myself, even though I was a married woman. Day by day, he recovered more and more and began to feel better and better. I'd like to think that I was part of the reason for that. Time went by and after being home for a couple of months, he really began to be himself again. He was able to get around on his own and was a lot more physical than he had been able to be. I didn't have to do as much to help him out, but still made sure to take care of one thing for him. As the time flew by, we got closer and closer to his birthday. Jerry had discussed his birthday in the past with me and hoped that he would be able to get around by the time it arrived. Luckily for him, he had recovered enough that he probably would be able to enjoy his birthday. On the week before, I asked him if he had any plans and he told me that he didn't. His parents were just going to do something small that the house for him. I decided that I would take him out to dinner as my gift to him. He thanked me and said that he looked forward to getting out of the house for a bit. I told him not to worry about anything and that I would set it all up for him and he once again thanked me.

The following week arrived and I decided to take him out for his birthday dinner on the day before so that I wouldn't interfere with his parent's plans. I showered and decided to wear a pair of black tights along with a sexy looking dress shirt. It made me feel good to dress up like that, as I hadn't done that in quite a while. After getting ready, I headed over to Jerry's to pick him up. I helped him into the car and we were soon on our way. We went to a local eatery and I managed to get him inside the restaurant, as he had issues walking every now and again. The staff was very generous, especially when they realized who he was and turned his dinner into a very wonderful experience. He enjoyed every second of it and thanked me repeatedly for taking him out. Once we finished up with dinner, I got him back in the car and we made our way back to his house.

It was pretty late by then and I had to help him to his room on his own because his parents had already gone to sleep. Thankfully, he had been staying in the basement throughout this entire ordeal so I didn't have far to go. I got him into the room and undressed him before laying him on the bed. Naturally, he had a hard on as I helped him lie down. I had every intention of taking care of it for him and told him to relax and enjoy his birthday present from me. He smiled as I climbed onto the bed and got on all fours by his side. I pointed my ass outwards, giving him a nice view of it since I was wearing tights that showed off my curves. I then lowered my mouth to his cock and began to take it between my lips. I took my time, bobbing up and down while giving him a wonderful birthday blowjob. I glanced over at him from time to time and could tell that he was enjoying it. I noticed him admiring my ass in my tights and reached back and grabbed his hand, placing it on my ass so that he could squeeze it and enjoy himself. It didn't take long for him to erupt into my mouth and I made sure to swallow every drop as I had done in the past. Once he was done, I pulled his cock out of my mouth and sat up on the bed. I asked him if he had enjoyed his birthday present and he smiled while thanking me. I smiled back at him and reached for his cock yet again. I began stroking him as I tried bringing his cock back to life. He seemed a bit surprised and I told him to lay back and enjoy the rest of his present.

I stroked him for a little while before letting go of his cock, and positioning myself at the end of the bed. He looked up and watched as I smiled at him and then reached for my shirt. I slowly lifted it off and tossed it aside as I watched his eyes widen. I then slipped my bra off and revealed my tits to him. I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. I quickly climbed over him and grabbed both of his hands, placing them on my tits. He quickly went to work squeezing on them before I lowered them to his face, where he licked and sucked each of my nipples for a bit. I let him enjoy himself before climbing back off of him and continuing to stroke his cock, which was now hardened once again. I gave it a few more strokes before climbing off the bed and standing beside it. I then looked him directly in the eye and with lust in my eyes, I slowly pulled my tights off, along with my panties and dropped them to the floor. He didn't say anything as he admired my naked body.

After pulling them off and leaving myself completely naked, I climbed back onto the bed and slowly straddled him. My heart was racing and my pussy was wet with excitement as I reached for his cock and lined it up with my opening. I slowly lowered myself onto it, allowing him to penetrate me. I took inch by inch of his hard cock into my pussy as I lowered myself. He let out a soft moan as he closed his eyes while enjoying the feeling of my warm pussy wrapped around his cock. I let it sit for a bit as the two of us enjoyed the feel. It had been a while since I had a hard cock inside of me and I really wanted to enjoy it.

After a bit, I began to slowly raise and lower myself on his cock while reaching for his hands and placing them back on my tits. He gently squeezed them as I slowly rode his cock. I took my time, slowly fucking him and probably giving him the best birthday present that he had ever received. As I rode him, I began to feel a feeling within me that I hadn't experienced in well over a year. I closed my eyes and continued to take my time as I enjoyed what was happening. Having a younger guys cock inside my pussy made me feel amazing and the more I had in me, the more I wanted. My orgasm began to build as my breathing got heavier and heavier. I began grinding my pussy on his cock as the two of us began moaning louder and louder. For me, it didn't take long for my orgasm to hit me. I bounced and ground my pussy on his cock as I gripped my nails into his chest while cumming extremely hard. I let out a loud moan and bit my lip as waves of ecstasy rushed through my body. He gripped me by the hips tightly and lifted his hips upwards as I came, thrusting his cock into me in the process. I continued to ride and grind my pussy on his cock as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss rushed through my body.

After finally coming down off my high, I decided that it was his turn and began to fuck him a little harder. He began to moan louder and louder while gripping my hips tightly and staring right into my eyes as I bounced up and down on his cock. I picked up the pace and he began to thrust his hips upwards as we both fucked each other. We went at it pretty hard for a short time before he tensed up and said that he was getting close. I wanted him inside of me and needed to feel him in me and continued to bounce up and down on his cock. After a few more seconds, he let out a loud grunt and thrust his hips into me as hard as he could while exploding deep inside of my pussy. I could feel his hot cum filling my pussy as I continued to bounce up and down on him. I used my pussy muscles to milk his cock of every drop before finally collapsing onto the bed beside him where the two of us laid for quite a while as we caught our breaths.

Eventually, I managed to get up and clean myself up before redressing. I helped him clean himself up and got him ready for bed. He thanked me for an amazing experience as well as an amazing birthday gift. I felt good about what I had done and decided that there would be more. I continued coming around to help him out and each time, we would have some fun. I would either blow him, or fuck him and at times I even did both in the same day.

He eventually healed up completely from his accident and even managed to land a job. I still make occasional visits to see him and we've certainly continued to have our fun. What my husband didn't want, was taken care of by Jerry and we both continue to enjoy it to the fullest...