A few months ago I hurt my arm while I was working in a warehouse.

The injury was bad enough for my right arm to end up in a cast that covered most of my forearm as well as most of my hand.

Because I’m right-handed I was virtually incapacitated. Besides having to take time off from work, I could hardly take care of myself. I needed help washing, dressing and doing all the little things two-handed people take for granted. Let me tell you, having to depend on someone else to do things for you really sucked.

My wife certainly agreed, because she was the one who had to do everything for me! Besides having to help me out with everything, she had to do all the driving as well as her own job and the housecleaning.

For the first week I could not even feed or dress myself. I was sort of a baby about the whole thing. I was bored and moody, while my wife was overworked and annoyed. But sometimes good things come out of bad situations.

“Helen!” I called out one Saturday morning.

I could hear her in the bedroom muttering to herself. She had just gone to bed a little while earlier. She was a nurse and she was working the night shift.

“Helen!” I shouted again. “I need your help!”

“Be right there,” she shouted back.

She crawled out of bed, no doubt already dreading the day. I was in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but a pair of pinstriped boxer shorts and my famous Cheshire cat grin.

“I know this is stupid,” I said, “but I can’t shave with my left hand. Could you help me out?”

“Grow a beard,” she answered with a smirk.

“Come on, please.” I knew that my smile was going to get me my way, at least with her.

“All right,” she finally said, relenting.

She perched herself on the bathroom counter, turned the water on and grabbed the shaving cream and razor. I stood in front of her, and as she lathered my face up I could tell that she was getting a little flushed. She took a deep breath, and her tits brushed slightly against my bare chest.

As she spread the shaving cream around, I noticed that her nipples had suddenly hardened. I could see them standing at full attention under her flimsy cotton nightie. The water was rushing into the basin and starting to steam. She just kept lathering my face up, looking straight in my eyes.

I had no idea that this was going to be such a turn-on for her. I put her on the spot, asking, “Is something wrong, honey?”

“No, babe,” she answered with a smile.

As she raised the razor to my face, she took in another deep breath and thrust her tits out at me. My smile widened. I knew that her cotton panties were getting damp, because I could smell them.

“Come on,” I teased her. “Do it.”

With her hand slightly shaking, Helen began to shave my face. All things considered, she was doing a fine job; nice, smooth strokes, no cuts or nicks. Her eyes were dancing with delight, inviting me to make a move. I slid my still-functioning left hand up her nightgown and began to tweak her right nipple. Then I took her whole tit in my hand and began massaging it softly.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I whispered in her ear.

She dropped the razor in the sink and wrapped her legs around my waist. She pressed her mouth to mine, and our tongues began to perform for one another. Then suddenly she pulled back. I think she was hotter than I had ever seen her. She tossed her head back and took a deep breath. I began to kiss her neck, all the while continuing to stimulate her nipple between my left thumb and forefinger.

Helen began breathing deeper and heavier. I had her in my clutches now, and I was enjoying every minute. She pushed herself off the countertop and dropped to her knees. She raised her big blue eyes to me and just grinned. Half of my face was still lathered with shaving cream.

We stared into each other’s eyes for a minute. I put my hand on her face and began tracing my thumb along her profile, running it down her cheek and around her mouth. Instantly she took my thumb in her mouth and began sucking it as though it were a miniature prick. She sucked with great joy, swinging her tongue around my thumb.

She pushed my hand away and tugged my boxers to the floor, then began licking the head of my stiff cock and lightly nibbling at the tip. Slowly she took it all in her mouth. Her head bobbed back and forth as she slid it in and out. I moaned as she ran her hands up to caress my clenched ass cheeks. Then she brought her fingertips under my ass and began tickling my balls.

Helen knew I was about to get off. I was more than ready for her to drink my juices. I was on the verge of exploding when suddenly she stopped! Just as suddenly as she had begun, the little minx stopped.

She looked up at me with her own devilish grin. I took her soft face in my hands and brought her to her feet. “You think that’s funny?” I asked her. She just smiled. “Well, turnabout is fair play,” I said.

“Then turn me about,” she answered impishly.

I turned her around and began caressing her ass-cheeks. Dropping her panties to the floor, I put my hand on the small of her back and leaned her over the bathroom sink. I reached between her legs with my hand, letting my fingers dance in and around her cunt and onto her clit.

I nestled my cock between her buns like a hot dog, and began grinding back and forth. She was clutching the sides of the sink and moaning passionately, so I knew she was enjoying this. Soon her pussy lips and clit began to swell up, just begging for my mischievous tongue. Her legs began to tremble, and our moans grew louder.

“Do you like this, honey?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, baby, you’re great! Lick me! Suck me!”

I brought my hand up and wrapped my arm around her waist and held her close to me. “Oh, I’m going to give it to you, babe,” I said. “I’m going to give it good and give it long. You’re going to come all over me. Just as soon as you… as you — ”

“As soon as I what?” she gasped.

“Finish shaving me,” I said with a grin as I took two steps back.

All that teasing had gotten her so wet, and me so hard, that shaving wasn’t really on my list of things to do. Nevertheless, I turned the faucet back on and handed her the razor. After all, teasing is a two-way street. She needed to learn that if you’re going to give it, you have to be able to take it.

She settled back on the counter and finished shaving my face with me teasing her clit a little more. When she was finally finished, she said, “Well, this job is done. Let’s go finish the other one.”

“You know, you did a good job, honey,” I said, -caressing my face, inspecting the really nice shaving job she had done. “When this cast comes off, I’ll return the favor.”

“You want to shave me?” she asked incredulously.

I ran my hand over her cunt and through her small patch of coarse dark hair. “Yes, I would love to shave you,” I answered. “I would spread your legs, lather you up and shave you smooth and clean.”

Her smile was huge. “I’m going to hold you to that when your arm is better.”

“I hope so. But right now I’m going to take you in the bedroom and thank you for all the nursing you’ve done for me.”

“I don’t want to go to bed,” she said with a grin. “Just lay down right here on the floor.” I had never seen such a lustful look in her eyes! I remember thinking that the smell of menthol shaving cream must really do something for her.

So I lay there, clean-shaved, nude, my manhood waiting to be gobbled. She straddled me, allowing my cock to slowly enter her soft, tight pussy. I ran my hand over her breasts while she jack-hammered up and down on top of me.

“Tell me what to do,” she groaned.

“Turn around,” I instructed her.

She did that, swaying her smooth, milky ass back and forth in front of me. It was more than I could resist. While my wife was holding on to my knees, I again caressed her finely developed butt, pausing to kiss it slowly and passionately. She swayed slowly back and forth, then moved faster and faster.

“Pace yourself, babe,” I warned. “Make it last.”

At that, she turned back around and ran her hands up and down her huge tits. She brought one of her nipples up to her mouth so she could taste it. Then she turned around again, still playing with her tits. When she leaned back a little, I ran my hand down her flattened stomach, across her hips to her hairy thatch. As I traced her clit with my finger, I kissed the back of her neck.

Once again she twirled back around. Still fondling her own breasts, she looked at me coolly. “Do you want one?” she cooed.

I reached up at them. “Yes,” I said. “Oh yes!”

“Well, let’s hear you ask,” she said.

“Please let me have one.” I replied. “Please.”

“Are you sorry for teasing me?” she asked coyly.

“You teased me first,” I shot back.

“That’s not the question,” she said between licks of her nipple.

“Yes, I’m sorry I teased you,” I answered.

She leaned over, letting her tits fall near my face. My freshly shaved face rubbed against a tit while I explored the other with my mouth.

Helen sat on top of me for a few minutes, just rocking back and forth. Then, as things seemed to be cooling off, she began muscle-fucking me while running her hands over my chest. She would squeeze her vaginal muscles every five seconds or so, and then she’d raise up, tighten her pussy around the head of my cock and slide back down again.

I was tugging furiously on Helen’s nipples, while I groaned with pleasure. Eventually she began jackhammering again, and before we knew it we had reached our goal of orgasmic ecstasy together.

She climbed off me and looked in the mirror. I sat up and watched her as she brushed her hair. “Help me up,” I asked.

“No,” she replied.

“Why not?” I said.

She got down on all fours, once again with her ass toward me. She propped herself up on her elbows and stuck her ass even higher in the air. “Because I want you to fuck me doggie-style,” she said. “And I want it hard.”

Bringing myself to my knees, I spread her legs apart. I ran my hands up the full length of her torso, then raced my fingers down her spine, causing her to arch her back like a cat. Her cunt was dripping from our first love bout, as was my dick.

I slid my dick in Helen’s damp, sticky cunt and began pumping her. Her tits jiggled, and her nipples rubbed across the bath mat. She began to moan at the top of her lungs, screaming, “Harder! Deeper!” I pumped her until she finally released her tasty fluids. Then I shot my load deep in her pussy.

When we were done, she turned around and lay on her back. “You know” she said, “this is the first time we’ve ever screwed on the bathroom floor.”

“You know, you’re right,” I said. “Hey, let’s go to the laundry room. We can set the washer on the spin cycle and fuck on top of it. I bet the vibrations will be great!”

“Sounds good,” Helen agreed. “I’ll grab the razor and shaving cream.”