“ I'm sorry to birth to tell you that the use of your legs will adopt months of physiotherapy to recover, and it is possible that you may never regain the strong-arm facet of marital intimacy !"
My rake ran cold as I heard the surgeon explaining my husband's forecast and futurity physical panorama. Then, more than ever, I despised his reluctance to use the rump belt on long car journey, as he might well have escaped serious injury, as I had, by belting up at the start of the excursion. All that is as well maybe, but there we both were listening to the surgeon's miserable prophecies.
"Does that mean we can never ca-ca love again ?"I asked in trepidation, fearing the possible reply.
"As my father used to say"he replied"there are More ways than one to shinny a cat !"He paused and gave a sympathetic smile"but to answer you're the question you meant to ask, yes, there is that possibleness that formula physical penetration sex will never again be a reality for the two of you ”.

I sat looking at my husband Richard in the hospitable bed he had already been occupying for four weeks, with month of convalescence already planned by the infirmary office. I was thirty four year old ! Not that old that I didn't hate the thought of twelvemonth without proper intimate love-making with the husband that I adored. Sex with Richard had been so wonderful and satisfying in the three years of our marriage. A second marriage for both of us that had promised so often following our premature unhappy marital dalliance with unsuitable spouses. I had previously been married to a man who was jealousy incarnate ! A man who couldn't bear the thought of any other man seeing me in a country of undress, so much so that he forced me to give up the job I loved as an art school model. Imagining always that I was having affaire with either students or teacher as they saw me naked so often.

Nothing could have been further from the truth, as I was totally committed to my man and wife and would never make contemplated accepting any of the many offers I had, despite my husband's undue jealousy. Richard on the other hand proved to be totally opponent to my old spouse, and actually encouraged me to wear off sexy clothes and show off my physical structure. He actually had a special topless clothes made for me, that completely exposed both of my knocker, in the hope that I would have the courageousness and daring to wear it at a dance. It was at the holiday hotel we had been leaving on that portentous issue trip which resulted in Richard ‘ s terrible injuries, following four wonderful Clarence Day vacation, that I finally plucked up courage to wear it on the finally evening. Well, to be honest, I had a pashmina shawl around my articulatio humeri and covering my breasts until the final time of day of the dance. It was only then that the three white wine-colored I had wino gave me the bravery to discard the pashmina and openly expose my bare breasts.

"You should have rouged your tit darling !"Richard chuckled, delighted that I had at live on flashed.
I glanced down and smiled. Yes, they were indeed in motive of some colour to enhance them.
"May I have the delight of this dance ?"came the first of many invitations I had during the following sixty min. There were, of course, several snide and snotty remarks from nearby tables, always I may add from the aged variety of my own sex ! Richard passed off each negative notice with
"Take no placard sweetheart, you look gorgeous - your tits do too !"and laughed it off wonderfully.
He seemed to enjoy me, or Thomas More probably my bare pinhead, being the nerve center of attention, and warned me each time a prospective dancing partner approached us.
"Here's another one Tania, stomach in and chest out love, show ‘ em off ! ”.

"show them off I certainly had done and the deficiency of rouged nipples hadn't detracted from my popularity, with me returning to my table after each musical turn, to enable as many men as possible the chance to trip the light fantastic with the only topless female person in the place. That is something else I may explicate. Many family line have enquired why I am not a nudist or sun club appendage. The cause being, and I am totally honorable about this, if I am going to break any contribution of my body I want to be the solitary female around, so that ALL eyes are on me alone ! That's why I do not frequent nudist beaches and the like - too much competition for a thirty nine year old woman from pert breasted twenty yr olds ! Fortunately my endearing hubby was au fait with all this and loved me ‘ exposing'myself almost as much as I did.

The memory of our delectation of my topless dance was brought to a sudden tragic end when Richard swerved to avoid a cyclist running a red light and ended up smashing into a lorry read/write head on. Fortunately no-one was killed and only my husband was badly injured by not wearing the aforementioned safety device belt. paramedical were soon on the scenery and we were rushed to a topical anaesthetic hospital where, I since discovered, Richard's life was in the balance for several years. Luckily the dedication of the hospital nurses and MD prevented a calamitous end to our holiday.
So, there I was listening to the surgeon explaining the forthcoming lack of sexual nuptials for yours truly as well as for my poor husband. Richard's mind had already been working overtime for a acceptable solution to our future lack of coital activities. It was no secret that I have a very high libido, with me almost demanding love-making EVERY day, and various times on some mean solar day when I was particularly randy. Richard always said, and I apologise for the language, that I had an"insatiable slit ! ”. The poor man often struggled to keep up with my intimate need and was often very relieved to see me resort to one of the many vibrators and dildos he had bought me - to add myself to an almost satisfactory sexual realisation."Almost"satisfactory I may add, as I naturally preferred to have a mutual coming with my hubby ejaculating inside me as I climaxed.

With this knowledge of my sexual prowess in the forefront of his mind Richard was in torment realising his inability to go along the situation as it had been. He worried that I may go away him for sexual pastures anew ! He need not sustain worried. I loved and still love him deeply, and would never make considered life without him. It is a uncouth verbal expression nowadays, but he is genuinely my rock.
I could not contemplate living without him, even if it meant having a dildo as the sexual replacement for my"insatiable pussy"until the day I die. The many foresighted time of day in the hospital bed gave Richard clip to call up of a solution - and what a solution it turned out to be !.

I have, until now, never mentioned how Richard and I originally met. It was at our local anesthetic dancing schooling Saturday dance. Richard was there for the starting time time with his best friend Steve. I naturally noticed them as they entered - new good looking centre for a disassociate female urgently looking for a renewal. I have already explained my high libido, and several moths abstinence was playing mayhem with my champagne personality, with every eligible male enjoying my come nonsubjective sagaciousness. Richard and Steve both passed the Tania visual tryout, and either one could have been the lucky guy to capture my marrow. Richard turned out to be the favourable one as he was a better dancer than Steve, and terpsichore was my forte, although Steve jived improve than Richard, but lacked the gloss of Richard's dance palace dancing. They were, and still am, tally honorable friends and as close as any twins could be, and I was in absolute confusion as to which one I would finally end up with. The dancing was the ultimate decision maker !

Richard and I were married three months later following a hectic wooing in which we proved to be excellent common fan, with Richard proving to be almost as insatiable as yours truly. Steve was naturally the best man. The honeymoon on the islet of Wight was electric automobile ! We hardly left the room for the four Clarence Day we were there and actually had a further holiday at the same holiday resort four months later in edict to see something of the beautiful island. Richard's wanton going nature and acceptance of others seeing me under dressed was revealed on the secondment morning when the breakfast waiter walked in on me as I came out of the shower - I was obviously totally naked ! My late employment as an art school modeling prevented me from being shocked or attempting to cover up, and Richard watched from the bed as I took the tray from the waiter, placed it beside Richard on the bed, and then went to my hand bag to give the waiter a one pound tip - with everything being done in my total nudity ! My new married man was smiling as the waiter left, obviously having completely enjoyed my naked movements in front of the stranger.

We returned from the honeymoon to a house we had purchased from the sales proceeds of our two firm, and naturally moved upmarket into a spacious four bed roomed house with a game elbow room with consortium table, table lawn tennis table and flit gameboard. We also had a double garage and a one acre landscaped garden. Best friend Steve came polish the first night of our paying back and found me naked on the lounge couch as he entered the room.
"Now that is what I call a lovely greeting !"Steve laughed as he saw the defenseless me"You jammy bastard !"he quipped to Richard"That could have been mine if my quickstep had been better ! ”.
"Well it bloody wasn't, and she is mine ! You can look but don't jot old boy ! ”.
And"look"Steve certainly did in the forthcoming month, as I was always, and still am, nude about the mansion, and I dress for no-one in my own home ! Steve has proved to be a lovely friend to both of us and I often pose for his camera, with Richard watching and advising as to different poses.

It therefore seemed natural that following his slowness in the hospital bed that Richard should decided that Steve would be the one to satisfy my sexual cravings following the outcome of the car crash.
"Are you sure twin ?"Steve questioned his booster's mentality at sharing me in that way.
"I can't allow Tania to go without sex because of my stupidity Steve - yes mate, I am sure ! ”.
"But you always told me to"aspect"but don't touch ! ”.
"That was before the crash Steve, matter are vastly unlike now. Please do as I suggest but there is one limited provision which you may not care, but something I will importune on - that I watch each time ! ”.
Steve considered the proviso carefully before replying.
"No problem mate - you've seen me au naturel often enough at the sweat room - it's a deal ! ”.

Steve was over the moon at the vista of fucking me regularly, and completely realize Richard's desire to watch as we fucked. I was totally in favor of my husband watching us as he had always told me that the best section of love making for him was in giving me pleasance, and seeing the joyous look on my cheek as I climaxed. This he could still do with another man performing the necessary strong-arm action at law of which he was unable. . Also, having an"unsatiable cunt"convinced me that Richard's solution was the best available. Steve called round of golf every night and we fucked on the sofa as Richard watched with one eye on the television and his other eye on our naked trunk cavorting in number penetrable and fantastically pleasurable sex. There were social occasion when Richard suggested a locating in which we should fuck. missionary was favourite as he loved to see us kiss as we had sex, with doggy being a come together second, with Steve pulling hard on my white meat to get as deep inside me as humanly possible.

Twelve calendar month ago, after Steve and I had been having steady sex to the highest degree even for almost four years, Richard attended his regular infirmary baulk up. Following extensive tests it was decided to perform another minuscule mathematical process which they hoped would contribute some life story to Richard's genitalia. Imagine my delectation when, together with drugs, my husband began to find some limited state of erection. We found he was able to execute satisfactorily once or twice a week. This was euphony to my ears ! I naturally assumed that Steve would no longer be required to fulfil me but Richard, as thoughtful as ever, considered it would be unfair to deprive his best friend of the sex he had been enjoying for four long time. Two 24-hour interval a workweek were set aside for Richard and me to make love, with Steve continuing to have me on the remaining five days.

Many mass may recollect badly of me enjoying two men in my marriage. But considering what the situation would have been without Steve's helper after the wreck, it really doesn't bear thinking about.
Although I said at foremost that I could use a vibrator and dildo to satisfy myself, I now know that this wouldn't have worked with my high libido. Steve saved our union ! A marriage that I still cherish although there are two men in it now - a darling thoughtful husband and a loyal helpful Friend.

I am no longer being fucked !

I am making sexual love to my two liberal lover !

Considering everything - things could n't be much better.

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