Bed Blocker

Bed blocker.

The hospital wanted my aunt's bed. They deemed her to be unwell but not a hospital patient.

I would become her carer, not my choice but that was the way of life.

My aunt Gwen and I lived in the same town, though not very near each other.

It started when my father was made redundant. The company had a number of staff who should have been promoted but no vacancies. My father, being one of the older workers, was asked to retire. He understood he was standing in the way of someone younger, so he agreed. My parents sold our house and divided the money between them and me.

I bought a house locally but my parents moved to the coast.

Gwen and her husband had lived in the same town as us. Hubby had died four years before and Gwen was left on her own.

I worked at the same company dad had worked at, and his retirement, and other people retiring, had made space for me to be promoted. The other responsibility I took on was overseeing Gwen's life, initially visiting and seeing that people were still calling on her and gradually it got more of me controlling her life.

She had been ill; they hospitalized her, treated her, but could do nothing about her ongoing issues. It came down to me moving in with her and my house being rented out. Not my choice, but a sacrifice that had to be made.

At this time I was twenty-six. I had been to university, and my girlfriend opted out of our relationship to go home and marry a man her parents had chosen for her.

The first night back from the hospital, I went to Gwen's house, now my home.

She had a carer during the day, but I got the night shift. I didn't mind too much; if I had to go out in the evening, I could ask the carer to cover for me.

I went to start dinner and very soon came to a problem. I had packed all my household goods and put them into storage. I needed a frying pan, but Gwen's had disappeared.

"Aunt dear, where is the frying pan?"

Gwen looked puzzled; I didn't know what the problem was, as she couldn't articulate it.

I could drive to a store and buy a new one but that meant either taking her or leaving her home alone, neither being practical.

I decided the simplest solution was to rapidly go next door and borrow a pan.

I told Aunt Gwen, who seemed to have found something to occupy her, and I made a fast move next door.

"Could I borrow a frying pan, please? I will buy Gwen a new one tomorrow."

A woman came to the door. I didn't know her, but I remembered her name was Janice.

I explained I had moved in with Gwen, but the frying pan had gone walkabout.

The woman laughed, not unkindly, and said she would send her husband around with one.

A short while later, a man, who I remembered was named Clive, came to our front door brandishing a frying pan.

I laughed.

"You look ready for a game of tennis."

He smiled.

Janice says, "Please keep this one. Apparently she has several, but I have no idea why."

I laughed and thanked him, going on to prepare what had moved from dinner to supper.

When I got home the next day, the carer handed me an envelope.

"The lady next door dropped it off."

The letter was from Janice. Noting her phone number and inviting us to have drinks with them.

I phoned her, explaining that Gwen was not in a position to socialize, and they were very welcome here but we had nothing more than a pale cream sherry that was probably ancient.

She laughed and compromised. They would bring the drinks and sit with Gwen and me.

They arrived at eight o'clock. Clive was holding a pitcher of something and Janice had a pot plant. I found glasses, not the right ones for the alcohol, but they would suffice.

Gwen stayed awake for a while but was soon snoring quietly.

"We haven't seen Gwen for a while and had not realised that her condition had deteriorated so much."

"It is a shame but I have a nice lady who comes during the day to help when I am at work. I have moved in permanently."

All three of us knew what that meant. I was there until Gwen went into a home or died.

The thought put a damper on the evening.

We chatted about general things. They had seen me and met me previously but didn't know my full background. I explained.

"What does your boyfriend think of this arrangement?"

"Clive!" Janice almost shouted.

"It's alright, I don't have a boyfriend. I used to have a girlfriend but she didn't want to come out."

I could see them digesting this information.

Clive then put his foot in it again.

"That' s kiboshed my chances!"

Janice slapped him.

I then said something stupid.

"I have never been with a man, so I don't know."

Clive was about to say something when Janice slapped his arm again.

"Whatever you were about to say, don't say it"

She looked fierce and Clive knew to remain silent.

They went home and I helped Gwen to bed.

Janice phoned me the next morning.

"I want to apologize for my husband's behavior."

I laughed.

"No need, I have been through it all. What's a nice girl like you, and then twenty suggestions, none of which are any use."

She laughed.

"Clive is away Saturday night, so I could come around for the evening."

"That's very kind. I would love to chat."

Janice made some noise in her throat that I didn't understand at the time.

Janice arrived with some treats that Gwen loved.

We talked until Gwen fell asleep.

Janice watched Gwen; afterwards, I realized she was checking how deep the sleep was.

She nodded and stood up.

I thought she was leaving so I said not to go.

She smiled.

"I wasn't leaving."

She undid a button and her skirt fell down. She stepped out of it.

Now she was bare-legged.

I immediately caught on.

Stepped closer and kissed her. She kissed back, urgent, releasing something pent up.

"I had a girlfriend at college, sounds like your girlfriend, and I became hetero, but have never lost the urge."

"What urge is that?"

"To kiss your cunt."

That stopped me in my tracks.

"In that case, let me help."

I pushed my skirt down and then my panties.

Janice was immediately on her knees in front of me.

I opened my legs wider.

Janice crawled the distance between us, her eyes fixed on my bare flesh.

She jammed her face between my legs. It was so fierce I nearly fell over Gwen, who I had forgotten was still there asleep in the chair.

There was no way I could stop Janice, and no way I wanted to.

I grabbed her hair to steady myself but also to make sure she didn't stop what she was doing. I had not had a woman between my legs, sucking me off, since college. Janice was doing a brilliant job.

Janice kept going; she was making up for lost time and my cunt was going to get the benefit of her passion. Eventually I began to feel an orgasm coming. I gripped Janice harder and she was more than purported to set my world on fire.

"Oh my."

I fell forward. I looked at Janice. Her face was all wet. From me.

We remained as we were for a while.

"That was fucking hot."

We both turned to see Gwen smiling at us.

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