We Made Music Together

Many years back my buddy and I did music gigs on weekends often out of town. We’re both good looking guys and we’re married and thus, had our groupies. He had no problem fucking around on his wife something I was not into. On more than one occasion, I would be left entertaining “the friend” in my room, often over the entire night, while he was fucking the other. I always hated it and never once did I take advantage of the one in my room, leaving them to use one of the beds or I using a couch if no bed but one was available. On a few occasions sharing a bed … but while fully clothed. On one occasion and one occasion only, after a show, a couple of young women were hanging with us at our table. The difference in this situation was that although both were attractive, one had an affliction that placed her in a wheelchair. She had obvious muscle wasting looking frail with little to no movement in her legs and her arms very thin and weak. My jaw dropped when after some time, my music partner informed me that he was taking the healthier of the two up to his room. He begged me as usual, to keep the friend busy for a few hours. Which I said, yes to. The wheelchair bound woman, Jennifer, felt embarrassed by this situation and her friend and said so, apologizing profusely. I reassured her that all was good. I’ve been here before and I too apologized for the same. We entered my room, I offered her a rum and Coke which she took. We chatted, with me being pleasantly surprised at how much I was enjoying our time together. Jennifer had a great personality and sense of humour. After some time, I took notice of her fidgeting and asked if she was okay. She said, “I’m embarrassed to say, but I really need to pee.” I said, Okay and then asked how I could help. She was wearing a skirt but needed me to pick her up from her chair and place her on the toilet, she would remove her own underwear after I left the room. I did that but it was taking quite awhile. She was in there easily 10 minutes or more before I went to the door and asked if all was good. She said, “This is terrible but I need help” then asking me to come in. She had difficulty in pulling up her panties being that they slipped down her legs and on to the floor. “I’m so “embarrassed” she said. I told her not to be and picked up her panties slid them back up her legs just past her knees where she could do the rest herself with me not present. She called me back in when she was done and I carried her back to her chair. It was at this point, while holding her in my arms, that our eyes locked on one another. As if out of a movie we both moved into a long kiss. Instead of placing her in the chair, I laid her down on the bed and continued our kissing. She told me that at twenty-eight, she had never been made love to. I kept kissing her, her neck while slowly undoing her top taking it off. She watched as I undid her bra exposing her beautiful little breasts then kissing and suckling on her nipples. She moved her head back and moaned with pleasure. I slowly removed her skirt kissing down her stomach working my way to her panties. I removed them slowly and then kissed and caressed her feet, calves, working my way up to her pussy. I gently ate, licked and sucked her beautiful mound, taking my time, exploring every aspect of her vulva, doing all the things I knew would bring her the best chance of orgasming. Before long, she was getting very wet and started convulsing in orgasmic bliss. She literally cried a joyful cry. “That was so wonderful!” she exclaimed. She wanted me in her but she wasn’t on birth control and with me having no condoms, intercourse wasn’t to be had. She said, “Can I kiss you there?” I said, “You don’t have to. It’s okay.” She said, “But I want to! Really!” She insisted, so I moved up placing my dick close to her face. She took it into her tiny hand and guided it into her mouth. It was clear that she had no experience doing such but she gently sucked on my manhood and it felt great. When I got to the point of ejaculation I went to pull out but she said no. “Please, I want to take you to full completion. I want to taste you.” So I let her. She continued until I ejaculate. So excited was she that she made me cum. She said the feeling of my penis throbbing in her mouth was a wonderfully exciting feeling but admitted later, that the taste and texture of my cum was nothing she thought it would be. Not pleasurable but that making me cum was worth it.
We laid there together and talked, cuddled, and played with each other until her friend called to say she was ready to go home. Jennifer asked me if she could stay the night, if I was able and willing to take her home in the morning because she didn’t want this feeling to end. I said, “I don’t want this to end either so absolutely!” And so, we did.
It is to this day the most sincerely pleasing experience of my life. I often wonder about her.