I spoke to Mr Gilmour who assured me there were things that they could do to restore some measure of function and that he would refer me to urology.
By now I was getting quite adept at living life from the chair, so I planned and made a nice dinner for when Lindy returned home from work.
At five thirty, she breezed into the house. It was as if the morning had never happened, until she came to me and looking deep in my eyes told me she was sorry for being a cow.
I assured her she had every right to feel aggrieved as had I and that I had called Gilmour and all about our conversation.
We ate dinner and engaged in the usual idle chatter that married couples do, before we retired to the lounge for a proper discussion. Lindy had been to get changed and came down wearing a practically see through gown. At one time I would have been thrilled, but now I just sat dejectedly and stared at her.
"Lindy you look amazing, but there isn't anything I can do about it," I said mournfully.
Lindy giggled and replied, "Carl, I've been thinking about this quite a bit. Ok your cock doesn't work at the moment and you can't fuck me, but your fingers work, and you can lick pussy for England. It means changing things around a bit, but I think we can still have some fun. Will you try?"
I looked at her and agreed to see if we could make an attempt to satisfy her. "Great," she exclaimed, "I was hoping you would at least try. Now then what do you think of this?"
Lindy stood in front of me and swayed her hips from side to side flicking the gown backwards and forwards. She has always kept her pussy neatly trimmed, but now as the gown parted to reveal her pubis, I gasped as I saw it was completely smooth, "What? You shaved all your pubic hair off? Why?" I asked in astonishment.
"I don't really know, it felt like a good way for a new start. Do you like it?"
"Fuck yes, may I feel?" I blurted out.
"Thought you'd never ask," she giggled back.
Slowly she came right up to me and then lifted her leg to plant her heeled shoe on the sofa next to me. Her pussy was so close I could almost smell her. I raised my hand and gently stroked the beautifully smooth flesh. Lindy took a sharp intake of breath, "God that feels nice," she exclaimed, "To have you touch me again. I've missed you."
She bent and kissed me, her tongue snaking into my mouth and her hand holding the back of my neck steadying herself. She drew back slightly and whispered, "Carl, darling, please baby, finger fuck me. Let me feel you any part of you, inside me."
I let my fingers slide downwards over her clit and into the folds of her labia. the tips of my fingers found her opening and I slipped two inside accompanied by a hissing gasp from her.
Lindy was soaking, really soaking. I'd never seen or felt her so turned on in all our years. I broke from the kiss again and looked at her, "Lindy your flooding," I breathed.
"I know, I'm on fire for you. I've so missed your touch. Now frig the fuck out of me!"
I pushed my fingers fully inside her and she let out a desperate cry, "More, give me more."
I pushed the remaining two fingers into her as far as I could and started to twist my hand. I could hear her panting as I literally screwed her with my four fingers. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, that's so good."
I pulled my face back and saw a wild look in her eyes as my hand worked it's way deeper as her vaginal muscles relaxed. Now as well as twisting I was thrusting my hand in as her juiced flowed out over my wrist.
Lindy was panting and making desperate mewling noises interspersed with the occasional "Oh God". Suddenly she looked at me and said, "Carl go for it, try your entire fist. Oh fuck this is so fucking good."
I pulled my hand back and folded my thumb into the palm, before offering it back up. I put one arm around her waist and used that as a lever to push deeper than ever. "Oh fuck yes!!! Oh bloody hell, you're nearly there," she gasped.
I twisted one more time and suddenly felt her lips slide over the knuckles of the back of my hand. As my fist went into her, she let out a loud scream and cried out, "FUCK YES, fucking fist me."
I worked my knuckles back and forth over the front wall of her gushing cunt. Unearthly noises came from her throat and she started to tremble. The liquid from her cunt flowed freely down my arm and soaked my joggers. Lindy dropped a hand down to her pussy and felt my wrist as it twisted inside her, then she started to work on her own clit strumming it like a guitar. Her cries grew shorter and more desperate as her climax approached.
Suddenly she was there! Juices poured from her in a steady thin stream. Her body shook and convulsed as she orgasmed. Her arms went around my neck and she pulled me into her body my face resting between her amazing solid tits. I managed to twist my face to get some air and started to kiss and suck the flesh of her right breast.
On and on her orgasm went. I don't know for how long, but I would guess maybe a full minute to ninety seconds. Eventually now to sensitive she pushed down on my wrist forcing my hand out of her gaping cunt.
Lindy flopped down on the sofa, her legs wide open showing the bright red interior of her vaginal passage. Sweat glistened on her brow and chest. A small love bite appeared where I had sucked the skin of her breast. She lay there, eyes tightly closed and breathing really heavily. Suddenly she started laughing, "Wow Carl, just wow. In all our years together you never made me cum like that, why have you never fisted me before?"
I giggled at her, "I guess I've never needed to before. Was it that good?"
She said nothing just nodded her head languidly, then breathed, "Oh yes darling, it was that good."
When we went to bed that night, we lay in each others arms, happy for the first time in a few months. We kissed softly and stroked each other. For the time being we were happy, but for how long.
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