A Helping Hand At The Hospital

In a previous story (Fun With my First Wife) I wrote about our first time partner swapping with our best friends, Paul and Julia, and how that became a regular thing for a year or more.

After our arrangement with Paul and Julia came to end, I was involved in a bad car accident, later that same year, when I was hitch hiking. The driver as it turns out was drunk. The girl in the other car was killed, I was nearly killed and suffered a whole variety of injuries. I ended up spending over two months in hospital. I will spare you all the details of my injuries but both my ankles were badly broken, and required extensive surgery to repair them, so I wasn't allowed out of bed for six weeks.

My wife Sandra was a woman who loved sex and didn't like going very long without it. So after two or three weeks I asked her how she was coping, and said I hoped she wasn't misbehaving. She said she wasn't. But one day, soon after, I just knew that something had changed. I knew her so well I was certain she'd had sex since I last saw her. I pressed her and eventually she admitted that she had met up with an old boyfriend, Steve, they got a bit drunk and she ended up spending the night with him.

I was a bit upset and we got into a big argument about it.

"Here I am in hospital, bed-bound, and you're off having sex with your old boyfriend. How do you think that makes me feel?"

"Darling I'm sorry, but you know how I am when it comes to sex. I've been without it for over two weeks, the longest I've been without it for ages. It has been driving me crazy!"

"Well I'm not that happy going without myself, you know!" I said, sulkily.

"Sure, but there's not much I can do about that is there? Me going without as well won't change anything. And besides you never minded me going with Paul all those times. Not to mention those other couples we swapped with afterwards. The only difference now is that you aren't around to ask."

"Hmm. I guess you're right," I reluctantly admitted.

"I was desperate and a little bit drunk, I couldn't help myself. You can understand can't you my love?"

I calmed down a bit and accepted that. Our partner swapping activities had been so exciting for both of us, and I was aroused now at the thought of her having sex with another man again. I started to ask her all about it.

"So how did you hook up with him? Was it something planned?"

"No, it wasn't. OK, I was getting desperate for sex, but I have also been really lonely without you. So I went out for a couple of drinks with Sue and Maureen. After I'd got a few drinks inside me I spotted Steve on the other side of the bar, and went and joined him, just to say 'Hi' and catch up. And, well, one thing led to another!"

"Where did you go?"

"Back to his place, which I'd been to plenty of times before of course, when we were going out together."

"Did you spend the whole night there?"

"Yes, sure. I mean three weeks without -- I had a lot of catching up to do!"

I was relaxing now, and we both laughed at that.

"Was it good?"

"Yes, pretty good. I mean I really needed it."

"Was it as good as you remembered it with him?"

"Yes, I guess so. I mean we were only together for about three months or so, but sex was always good between us."

"Is it just the once that you have been with him?"

"Yes, just last night."

"Will you be seeing him again?"

"Yes, I'd like to, unless you are absolutely against it."

"There's no danger that you are going to leave me for him is there?" I asked anxiously.

"Definitely not. I mean he is a bit of an idiot, really, but he is good fun to go out with, and is good in bed. But it will only be sex. It is you I love Rob, you I want to be with. I just want you to agree to him 'taking care' of me while you're in here. That's all."

"OK my darling. I guess I'm alright with that. At least I'll know you are only with one guy, not slutting around with whoever is available."

She was rubbing and squeezing my cock through the sheet as we talked, I was horny as hell by then. I begged her to get me off.

"You said that there's not much you can do about me going without, but there is something you could do isn't there?" I said suggestively.

"Well I reckon there is, now you mention it," she said smiling sexily at me and giving my aching cock a good hard squeeze. I think she was relieved and happy that I'd agreed to her seeing Steve and she was going to be having regular sex while I was away.

She went across the room and tore off a few sheets of paper towels from a roll on the wall, came back to my bed and pulled the curtain round.

"Let's see what I kind do about this poor neglected cock then!" she said teasingly.

She lifted the sheet off me, laid the paper towels on the mattress next to me and gave me a much needed handjob. Her soft, little hand felt wonderful as you can imagine. It didn't take long as, despite my injuries, I was on the mend and my libido was firing up again. She skilfully directed all my cum (and there was lots of it) onto the paper, leaving not a trace on the sheets. She wiped my cock and her hands, opened the curtains and went to the washbasin, put the screwed up towels into the bin, washed her hands and came back to the bed.

The guy in the bed opposite, Derek, watched her with interest and I knew that he had a pretty good idea about what had just happened.

Sandra Helps Out Some More.

At the hospital I was in a 4-bed room. For most of the time one bed was empty, one had some poor old guy who was completely out of it, and in the bed opposite me was Derek, a guy in his 50's. We got on well and helped each other get through many long days, chatting and joking, both confined to our beds.

After the first wank that Sandra gave me it became a regular thing. After the third time Derek called across the room, after she had left.

"Hey Rob, does that lovely wife of yours do what I think she does when she closes your curtain?"

"Ha ha, that depends on what you think she does!" I replied.

"Well, I'm pretty sure she gives you a handjob."

"Uh huh, you've got it right."

"You lucky bastard! What a fantastic wife you've got, taking care of you like that. I wish I had someone to do that for me. I'm going out of my mind with sexual frustration."

I remembered that Derek had told me he was divorced.

"Well you know I could ask Sandra if she'd lend a helping hand to you too."

"What? You're joking, surely."

"No, not at all. We sometimes swap with other couples, so it won't be anything too out of the ordinary for her."

"Wow, that's amazing. I've heard of couples who do that, of course, but never actually met anyone."

"It will be up to her of course, but I won't mind. I mean you've been a good friend to me since we've been stuck in here together. Next time she comes in I'll ask her, if you want?"

"If I want? Fuck yeah. I want!"

Sandra got on well with Derek too, and every visit she would go and sit and chat with him for a while. Also if she brought in stuff for me, like cake or chocolates or books, she would bring enough for him too. Next visit I told her about our conversation and asked if she'd do it. She only thought about it for a moment and said she would. She always wore a blouse and no bra on her visits now, so I could have a feel of her nice, firm little tits whilst her hand did its work. She undid a couple more buttons and said she would go over and see to Derek first.

She sat next to him and chatted like usual. But I could see that she was leaning forward more and his eyes were constantly shifting to look inside her blouse. After a while she leaned right up to him and whispered something in his ear. His eyes lit up, a big grin appeared on his face and his hand disappeared inside her blouse. For the next few minutes I could see it moving around inside, clearly having a good feel of my wife's tits. I could see, too, her hand rubbing and squeezing his cock on top of the sheet.

She whispered to him again and he withdrew his hand. She got up, walked over to where the paper towels were and tore off several sheets, went back to Derek's bed, smiled across at me and drew the curtain around them.

I would loved to have watched what was going on, but couldn't leave my bed. All I could hear was a few more whispered words and some muffled gasps and groans from Derek. It was all over in about five minutes. The curtain was pulled back, Sandra went over to the washbasin and put the screwed up paper she had in her hands into the waste bin, and washed and dried her hands. She tore off a few more towels and came over to my bed, drew the curtain around and set to work on me.

She was now seeing Steve, her old boyfriend, three or four times a week, usually staying overnight with him. In effect he was substituting for me, and although I was a bit jealous I was glad that he was keeping her happy. She would tell me about these encounters whilst she took care of me, and this always ensured that I came in fairly short time.

Sandra left behind two happy guys when she left that day.

More Help From Sexy Sandra.

One day, the third or fourth time that Sandra had jacked off Derek, she seemed to spend a longer time behind the curtain than normal. Derek's gasps and moans seemed louder and more continuous. Eventually they were finished and as Sandra emerged I noticed she wiped her chin with the back of her hand. I could see that the paper towels in her hand were not screwed up like usual, but were folded and looked unused. Huh? At the washbasin she not only washed her hands but her face as well. Also she rinsed out her mouth. OMG!

When she came over and started to stroke me I asked her what had just happened.

"Did you just suck off Derek?"

"Yep, I sure did!" she said with a naughty grin.

"You dirty girl, I'm amazed. I mean you haven't even done that to me" I said, peevishly.

"Well you never asked and he did!"

"OK then. Will you give me a blowjob?"

"Sure, the least I can do for my poor horny hubby," she said before leaning over and putting my cock in her mouth where Derek's had just been. Sandra loved sucking cock and was always happy to swallow, so there was no mess left on my sheets, and none on Derek's either I guessed.

Before she left I asked whether it made her feel a bit slutty having sucked off two guys in one day.

She smiled and said that actually it was three, as she had spent the night with Steve and had given him a morning blowjob before she left him to come and see me.

You may wonder how we got away with it, unnoticed, having Sandra taking care of both of us on her visits. I got on well with the head nurse on our ward, Nurse Hendricks, or Annie as I had come to know her as, and often she'd come and have a chat with me. One day when she came to visit me she pulled the curtain around.

"Rob I have something I need to talk to you about," she said, ominously.

"Uh oh" I said, having an inkling of what it was going to be about.

"I have become aware of what has been going on, when your wife visits you."

"Mmmm, well it's like this ...." I started to say, with embarrassment.

"It's alright Rob. I understand that it is difficult for long-stay, bed-bound patients like you having to go without sex for such a long time. I'm a very sexual person myself."

"Oh really? I said with interest.

"The thing is, although it is not hospital policy, I take the attitude that if wives want to help out I am prepared to turn a blind eye to their activities on my ward," she explained.

"One other benefit of my tolerant attitude, of course, is that my nurses don't get pestered by frustrated male patients so much if I allow it. But you must be discreet or I could be in big trouble."

"That's fantastic, Annie. You're terrific. I don't want to do anything that will cause you problems."

"OK, carry on as you are, but don't take it any further than what you are doing now, OK?"

I took that to mean she didn't want me and Sandra to actually have sex, and I agreed readily. I wasn't sure if she knew that Derek was involved as well, but thought she must do. However I thought it better to say nothing about that.

Sandra had a wonderful mane of thick, wavy red hair which she usually wore loose. However the next time she visited, after sucking off me and Derek, she had it tied back. Also she was wearing lipstick which she normally only put on when she was going out for the evening. My first thought was that this looks like a woman who has prepared herself to suck a couple cocks. And indeed she had. But only one as it turned out, as Derek had been moved to another part of the hospital a couple of days before. I was sorry he had to go as he had been good company. But not half as sorry as he was, as he had hoped to be around for a few more of Sandra's visits!

We carried on like this for the rest of the time I was in hospital. I was eventually discharged after nine weeks there. Sandra was true to her word and stopped seeing Steve once I got back home, as she said she would, and life returned to normal. No more furtive hand-jobs under the sheets, just lots of great sex with my loving wife.