She was not over it. Even though his back was broke and her leg was out, they managed to strap it on. He should have known better than to dead lift a battery without warming up first.
He should have gotten into the correct squatting position for lifting, But thinking he was still the strapping young man he used to be, he lifted the heavy thing casually as if it was a loaf of bread. Then he squatted in pain, quickly put down the battery, and grabbed his back. That’s how he ended up on his knees now, crawling out of bed to the bathroom.
Her leg accident was simply foolish. How can you tear a knee ligament while doing water aerobics? She might have been working too shallow in the step class when they went into the squat-kick segment.
She was furious about being injured. She needed her work outs to stay sane while teaching middle school core classes. She was in charge of the whole shebang, and she needed her “Club Time” to unwind. Now she was forced to sit on the couch with her leg elevated in a knee restraint.
Shit. Still she was horny. Watching her old man crawl across the floor like that was getting her all riled up. He was on the way back from the bathroom when she issued her command, “Hey, Old Man…” she smiled, “Fuck me now!”
He managed to sheepishly walk on all fours to get to where she was propped up on the couch and placed his head between her spread legs. He gave her a few half hearted licks. “Poor wittle thing,” she purred at him stroking his hair. You never can tell when these various injuries will occur, but the urge to fornicate did not diminish for the couple.
Well, so maybe they’d had to change positions occasionally – standing up against a wall just wasn’t going to work anymore. She had gained some pounds and he had lost some upper body strength.
Aside from her current knee injury, doggie style, sideways, missionary, and lots of oral were always options. Her latest favorite was standing at the foot of the bed with one leg on the floor and one leg up on the bed. She liked being turned over and pounded face down.
This little fantasy was not going to happen today. A nice hot soapy tub would be the only prescription for both of their injuries. She drew up a bath while Jack crawled back down the hallway. She placed a towel on the lid of the toilet and sat down extending her gimp leg in the straight position. “This will never do,” she decided, as she helped her Old Man into the tub.
She sat on the edge of the tub and gave him a gentle soothing bath, washing his hair and face as she would a baby. When she got to his privates, she proceeded as she would normally do, ready to go in any direction he indicated. She would have been willing to stop at any moment or finish him off.
His erection dictated that he would desire her to continue her ministrations. She was working up quite a lather when he screamed, “Stop!” But it was too late. His orgasm was accompanied by more painful back spasms.
The mix of pain and pleasure was not missed by Kristie. She had ripped off her knee restraint and had been squatting Japanese style in front of the tub completely immersed in Jack’s dilemma. Her doctor had told her to stay off her knees. She was not over it… and she was still horny. Shit.
(First published 4/25/13)
