Mrs Amy Wright was terminally ill. I became her caretaker when she was released from the hospital. She had made it perfectly clear that she wanted to spend her last weeks at home. Mrs Wright was only 40, and slowly dying from brain cancer which had gone unattended for far too long. Her husband was 42, an average looking man, about 5-11 with a receding hairline, glasses, and a medium build. He was nothing special to look at, but he was a doting husband who obviously loved his wife and wanted to be by her side til the end. He worked as a corporate manager and some law office downtown. She had to beg him to go back to work while I watched over her, --bathing her, cooking for her, and taking care of all of her medications and womanly needs.
It was when her husband returned to work that she and I became very close. She told me how she and her husband met, dated, then fell in love. She too thought he was nothing too special in the beginning, that is until she saw how big his heart was. He showered her with lavish gifts and proposals, until she finally said yes. Their life up until she was diagnosed with cancer had been a dream. She was never able to bare children, which had always been a thorn in their marriage.
I in turn told her about my sexuality, that I was gay, and about the love of my life which had sadly ended the year before. She asked if I were seeing anyone currently, which I told her no. She said she worried that her husband would be alone after she died. She then confessed to me that due to her chronic aliments, that they had not had sex in nearly a year. She knew her husband was starving for sexual companionship, but she was far too weak to accommodate. I felt sorry for them, here she was dying a slow agonizing death, and she was worried about her husband's sex life.
A few days later when I arrived upstairs with her breakfast tray (she would barely eat), her husband (whom had always been so cordial to me in the past), rushed out of the bedroom without hardly acknowledging me. I figured he was in a rush to get to work, so I paid it little attention as I placed Amy's tray down before her.
"You HAVE to eat something!" I told her, going through her medicine prescriptions for the day.
"I'm afraid John is upset with me..." she said weakly.
"Why...?" I inquired, surprised.
"I told him how concerned I was about him...finding someone when I'm gone..."
"Oh..., I bet that went over nicely...!" I said, counting out her pills.
"I told him I miss the intimacy we used to share..." she said, her voice trembling. "...the passion...!"
"I bet he misses it too...!" I said, not knowing what else to say as I lay her meds out in front of her.
"He does..., he tries to deny it, but I know he does!"
"Well..., what can he do about it..., really...?" I asked in passing, fluffing her pillows.
"Well..." started Amy, swallowing hard. "...I told him about you...!"
"About me...?" I asked, looking down at her.
"I told him that you're..., gay!"
"Oh..., he already knows I'm gay, Amy..., I don't think he'd be comfortable with me seeing you naked if I weren't!" I reminded with a humorous chuckle.
"Well..., I propositioned him...!" she added, trying to act innocent.
"oh no..., what did you do...?" I asked, skeptically.
"I asked him if he'd be willing to let another man..., suck his cock..." she said, looking up at me with this big doe eyes of hers. "...if we could share the experience together...?"
"And what did he say...?" I asked, curiously.
"You saw him rush off...!" she responded.
"Well, there goes THAT idea!" I smiled, getting back to work.
"Would you do it...?" she asked, as I started to gather up her dirty laundry.
"Do what...?" I asked.
"Suck John's cock for me...!" she asked, bluntly.
"Amy..." I said in my `I don't think that's a good idea' tone...
"It would mean a lot to us, Pat..." she said, hopeful.
"I don't know, Amy..." I said, doubtfully. "...the Agency would frown upon that...!"
"They wouldn't have to know! It would be OUR secret..., yours, mine, and John's!" she said. "Don't you find John attractive...?" she asked, looking disappointed when I didn't speak.
"Yeah..." I admitted, in an odd way. "...but the question's moot..., John's not going to let a gay man suck his cock, and that's that...!" I said, taking her bundle of soiled clothing to the laundry room.
"Let me worry about that...!" she said as I walked out of the bedroom.
After a long day's work of bathing, dressing, cooking, and taking the misses to the potty, Mr Wright came home from work. I greeted him at the door, noticing his awkwardness to look me in the eyes. I took his sports coat and briefcase, then escorted him into the dining room where I had placed Amy, and dressed the table up for a romantic candlelight meal.
John was visibly taken as he rushed to his wife's side and kissed her hello. He sat down beside her as I poured his wine (apple cider for her of course, can't mix alcohol and meds), then rushed into the kitchen to prepare their plates.
I knew Amy had planned to seduce her husband into letting me blow him tonight while she watched. I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about being used in such a manner, but I was intrigued as John Wright was indeed a nice man.
I returned with their dishes and placed them in front of them before taking my leave. I didn't want to be anywhere around when Amy asked her husband that question again. I disappeared into the guest room while they ate and talked. It was very quiet out there, so after about a half hour I returned to serve dessert. But neither Amy nor her husband were in the dining room. I figured he must have carried her upstairs, and wondered if everything was okay? I was just starting to clear the dishes when I heard the little bell she uses to summon me start to chime.
I carefully climbed the steps to the second floor, and cautiously made me way down to the master bedroom to find both Amy and John in bed together. Amy was still dressed in the formal evening wear I dressed her in earlier, and John was still dressed in his work suit. He had taken off his shoes as he lay in bed beside her, kissing her gently as he ignored my entrance.
I started to back out of the room when she silently motioned me over.
While lying side by side kissing, Amy motioned for me to undo her husband's trousers. I could see the imprint of his hard neglected cock pressing against his pants as I approached the bed. John made no reference to even acknowledge I was in the room as I sat down beside him, then started to unbuckle his pants and pull down his zipper.
My hands trembled with excitement as I fumbled with his boxers, pulling his hard cock from the slit. It looked to be a good 8 inches, thick, with a fat round mushroom head. I was impressed as I took it in my hand, admiring its length and beauty before leaning forward to take it in my mouth.
"uhhh..." moaned John, feeling my warm mouth envelope him. I heard Amy ask, "is he sucking you...?", then I heard him respond, "Yesssss...!" breathlessly. "Does it feel good...?" asked Amy between kisses, staring into her husband's eyes. "Yeah..." moaned John, grabbing his wife's hand. "I love you!" he said suddenly, squeezing her hand. "I love you too...!" she said, kissing him again while I blew him down below.
I tried to ignore their intimacy as I continued sucking his cock. I felt like an intruder, a fly on the wall, invading their most intimate of moments. But I knew this was what they both had been missing. Sex had been a big part of their love for one another, and I was happy to be able to help them connect one again.
I bobbed my head up and down in his lap, taking most of his cock into my wet sucking mouth as he lay beside his wife, making love to her. I could hear them whispering sweet words to one another, telling each other how much they loved each other and how precious this moment was to them. Amy did most of the talking as John mostly moaned and groaned between hot kisses.
His wife was far too fragile to have sex with, so this was the only way she could express how much she still loved him.
John's cock was rock hard in my mouth. I knew after nearly a year with no sexual outlet, it wouldn't take long for him to cum. I decided to pull out all the stops and give him the best damn blow job he had ever had in his life. I maneuvered myself into a better angle, then swallowed his cock all the way down to the balls. John gasped in his wife's mouth as his cock went down my throat. "Did you cum...?" whispered Amy. "No, not yet..." moaned John.
Slowly I receded my lips up his cock, sucking hard on the shaft and lavishing the mushroom head with my lips and tongue. I felt his cock pulse before sliding my mouth all the way back down on it. John groaned louder as I worked his cock in my throat. My ex-boyfriend had a 9 inch cock, so I was well versed in how to handle one.
John reached over and gently cupped Amy's one good breast. She moaned softly as he tongued her mouth, his cock now throbbing wildly in mine. I bobbed my head up and down, sucking the full length of his cock from tip to base. John's cock was slick and slippery with my spit. I gobbled his cock, licking up and down the underbelly with my tongue, coaxing the cum tube while punching his cock deep into my throat.
"Oh shit Amy..." groaned John, breathing harder. "..."I'm going to cum...!" he gasped.
"Go on..., cum!" encouraged Amy, sucking her husband's tongue. A moment later I felt his cock swell, then felt the first of 9 thick wads of salty sperm flood my mouth and throat. John groaned and grunted out loud, unable to contain his passion as his cock erupted gobs and gobs of potent juice down my throat.
I panted hard, accepting his cum gift as I swallowed as fast as I could. I didn't want to miss a single drop as his cock pulsed and pumped in my mouth. I could hear them kissing, confessing their undying love for one another as I drained her husband's cock. After about a minute it stopped pulsing, and started shrinking slowly as I licked it clean. I made sure to suck out the last droplets, milking his cock with my strong jaws. His cum was delicious, and I found myself wanting more. I had to pry myself away from his cock, giving them their privacy as his dick lay limp and satisfied across his pant leg.
I backed away from the bed as they continued to kiss. Neither of them acknowledged me as I quietly walked towards the bedroom door. I gave them one last look (hoping I would be so lucky as to find myself someone who would love me half as much as they did each other) before closing the door.
Written by NPhillydogg@aol.com