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My Spouse
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Straight Male / 43
My Wife's Broken Arm Affair
This happened last summer. My wife and I are in our early forties; she is a buxom brunette, and even after two kids, she has maintained a great figure; I’m very proud of her.
During one of the heatwave weeks last year, my neighbour of ten years, Kevin, invited a few friends around and us for a BBQ. Lots of food and booze were consumed, and my wife got a little tipsy and unfortunately fell on an uneven paving stone on the patio breaking her arm. The break was quite complex, and metal rods were needed in the arm, plus several days in the hospital. Kevin, who is in his early seventies, was beside himself that this had happened at his house, I did consider suing him, but we have a similar patio, and you don’t sue friends. My wife never had a father, and Kevin had become like one over the years, especially after he retired and if my wife needed help when I was away.
My wife eventually came out of the hospital, having had two surgeries and an additional one to tighten something in her arm. She was exhausted when she got home, and I put her into bed. Some of her work colleagues rang and asked if they could visit her after work, I asked her, and she said OK. I helped her shower, and she put on a pink jogging suit. She was still not well, and I said she could see her friends in the bedroom as it had a ceiling fan and another free-standing fan; it was again a sweltering day. Two of her friends arrived, and I have to say, as soon as they arrived, she did a tremendous dying fly job! I’d put chairs next to the bed and made them all drinks doing my Florence Nightingale act. They stayed for about an hour.
About five minutes after they had gone, Kevin called around with some flowers and chocolates; he looked a little upset. I told him to go up to the master bedroom, and I would bring up drinks. He disappeared upstairs, flowers and chocolates in hand; I guessed he would want a couple of minutes alone with her to apologise about the accident. I made the drink slowly to give them some time.
A couple of minutes later, Kevin came down the stairs looking very flustered and said my wife was asleep; he couldn’t wait to get out of the house; most strange, I thought. I took my wife’s drink up with a vase for the flowers. When I got into the bedroom, I got a shock. Indeed, my wife was asleep; however, due to the heat, she must have taken the jogging suit off straight after her work friends left and was sleeping in the nude. She was lying partially on her side with the plaster cast resting on a cushion. However, one of her tits was in clear view, including one of her large nipples. Her lovely round MILF ass was in full view, and as she was on her side with one leg bent up, this gave an unobstructed view of my wife’s neatly trimmed large hairy pussy and, for good measure, her asshole too. I’ve no idea how close Kevin got to the bed; however, as I stood next to it and looked at her pussy, due to her position, the lips were slightly parted, and I could see the actual opening of her honey pot. So, there she lay, naked with her most secret feminine delights on view. I thought Kevin was in the bedroom for at least a minute before he came down, the dirty old dog looking frazzled. Strangely, the thought of him seeing her tits, ass, asshole, pussy and her actual fuck hole rather turned me on.
When she woke up, I said the flowers and chocolate were from Kevin; I never mentioned he had seen her nude; I guessed I would be in for a good shouting at that I’d allowed him to come up to the bedroom. Kevin did look a little sheepish when we saw him. Next, my wife hugged him and told him the accident wasn’t his fault. I wonder if he was thinking about her ass, tits, and pussy when they hugged. As we left, I gave him a wink, and I swear the old bugger blushed!!!
During one of the heatwave weeks last year, my neighbour of ten years, Kevin, invited a few friends around and us for a BBQ. Lots of food and booze were consumed, and my wife got a little tipsy and unfortunately fell on an uneven paving stone on the patio breaking her arm. The break was quite complex, and metal rods were needed in the arm, plus several days in the hospital. Kevin, who is in his early seventies, was beside himself that this had happened at his house, I did consider suing him, but we have a similar patio, and you don’t sue friends. My wife never had a father, and Kevin had become like one over the years, especially after he retired and if my wife needed help when I was away.
My wife eventually came out of the hospital, having had two surgeries and an additional one to tighten something in her arm. She was exhausted when she got home, and I put her into bed. Some of her work colleagues rang and asked if they could visit her after work, I asked her, and she said OK. I helped her shower, and she put on a pink jogging suit. She was still not well, and I said she could see her friends in the bedroom as it had a ceiling fan and another free-standing fan; it was again a sweltering day. Two of her friends arrived, and I have to say, as soon as they arrived, she did a tremendous dying fly job! I’d put chairs next to the bed and made them all drinks doing my Florence Nightingale act. They stayed for about an hour.
About five minutes after they had gone, Kevin called around with some flowers and chocolates; he looked a little upset. I told him to go up to the master bedroom, and I would bring up drinks. He disappeared upstairs, flowers and chocolates in hand; I guessed he would want a couple of minutes alone with her to apologise about the accident. I made the drink slowly to give them some time.
A couple of minutes later, Kevin came down the stairs looking very flustered and said my wife was asleep; he couldn’t wait to get out of the house; most strange, I thought. I took my wife’s drink up with a vase for the flowers. When I got into the bedroom, I got a shock. Indeed, my wife was asleep; however, due to the heat, she must have taken the jogging suit off straight after her work friends left and was sleeping in the nude. She was lying partially on her side with the plaster cast resting on a cushion. However, one of her tits was in clear view, including one of her large nipples. Her lovely round MILF ass was in full view, and as she was on her side with one leg bent up, this gave an unobstructed view of my wife’s neatly trimmed large hairy pussy and, for good measure, her asshole too. I’ve no idea how close Kevin got to the bed; however, as I stood next to it and looked at her pussy, due to her position, the lips were slightly parted, and I could see the actual opening of her honey pot. So, there she lay, naked with her most secret feminine delights on view. I thought Kevin was in the bedroom for at least a minute before he came down, the dirty old dog looking frazzled. Strangely, the thought of him seeing her tits, ass, asshole, pussy and her actual fuck hole rather turned me on.
When she woke up, I said the flowers and chocolate were from Kevin; I never mentioned he had seen her nude; I guessed I would be in for a good shouting at that I’d allowed him to come up to the bedroom. Kevin did look a little sheepish when we saw him. Next, my wife hugged him and told him the accident wasn’t his fault. I wonder if he was thinking about her ass, tits, and pussy when they hugged. As we left, I gave him a wink, and I swear the old bugger blushed!!!
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