22 comments/ 82321 views/ 2 favorites No Room for Modesty By: magmaman (I thought about using the fetish catagory, but I never wrote one of those before and I am not sure I even can. So...L/W it is.) ____________________________________________ Two decades of marriage makes a couple pretty close. Dana and I were that way, I loved the way her body reacted to my touch and she took great pains to stay in shape. She always dressed nicely, not what anyone could call risque but rather conservative and attractive. We both looked like we fit right into the reasonably well off middle class lifestyle, which was exactly what we were. Side by side we ran our business, lived our lives almost as one person. At 5' 2" and just 110 pounds Dana looked younger than her years by a decade, the best description of her would be that she is a bit of a Fox. I have seen many men take a long second look at her, that never bothered me one bit, in fact it made me swell with pride. Her breasts are just large enough to be obvious without being top heavy, her waist is slender and muscular, her hips flare out in a womanly fashion. Dana is well aware that she gets noticed, and the truth is that I know she likes it too. But she is all mine and since she is seldom farther than 20 feet away from me so I know for a fact that she is totally faithful. Our sex life together is perfectly normal, too. There is no "schedule", we make love when the mood strikes. That is always normally at home and privately, except for one time when we were traveling and it was close to midnight, Dana was leaned over against me. We still had close to 100 miles to make it home and she was rubbing my leg which is a sign I recognize. It doesn't take very much of that to get all six inches of me up and raring to go, so I gave her a wicked grin and we pulled way off the side of the freeway. My mistake was that for safety I left the four way flashers on. I didn't want to get us run over. I had both of Dana's magnificent breasts out of her blouse and her panties tugged all the way to her knees, just in the process of sliding one leg out of them so I could lean down and taste her when the car was suddenly filled with light. Dana quickly covered up, I was doing my very best to tug my own pants back up, not an easy task with a steering wheel in the way. Gear shift lever, too. We were in our nifty two seater Corvette. Looking over my shoulder at the window, I saw the shadow of a policeman standing there. "I saw your flashers so I needed to check the situation, sorry sir." He told me. "I...uhhh...we are just making friends." I managed to stammer lamely. "I can see that, but I am going to have to ask you to save this until you get where you are going." "All right, sorry." "No problem, sir. But I will say I certainly don't blame you." He gave a short chuckle and left. "That was embarrassing." Dana said, fastening her clothing and lifting her hips to get her panties back in place. "Lord, I wonder how much he saw." I said. "I think he would recognize us both in a naked lineup with masks on!" She laughed. We both roared at that. We managed to make it home and were tearing at each others clothing almost before the door was shut. Dana was slick as she ever gets, so much so that it took me a very long time to reach orgasm, and the result was one of those crashing climaxes that are the exception rather than the rule. I also noticed that her clit which is much larger than the few women I had known in my life was even larger and more pronounced, easily the size of a dime. "God you were hard that time!" Dana whispered as she lay back basking in my fingers tracing her side. That made me puff up in pride a bit, I knew she had also had a marvelous climax too. One might think we would put two and two together, perhaps talk about it or even do some experimentation but we didn't. We just went back to normal, it was just a moment in our lives. ____________________________________________ Then came the day of the accident. "It was just a little bump!" That was exactly what the old lady said the moment she stepped out of the tiny little white hatchback. "Oh, my God! It was just a little bump!" She cried out again as she held her hands to her face, a shocked expression on her face. "That was the most STUPID thing I ever saw a human being do!" I yelled at her. That isn't in my character at all to yell at anyone but I was frightened for Dana and furious that the lady would suddenly back up into her like that. I had made the dash across the strip of grass and the sidewalk to my wife Dana's side in probably just four steps, she lay on her side at the rear of the vehicle, motionless. I felt a cold chill waft over me. Having just reached our own car, parked facing the street, I saw Dana wave from the other side. Just then the tiny white car went by, not stopping to let her pass. I thought nothing of it, climbed into our car and tossed the mail onto the passenger seat for her to go through like we had done a thousand times before. I caught a motion out of the corner of my eye to the right, glanced up just in time to see the tiny car start to move quickly in reverse. My head turned to see Dana halfway across the near lane, looking to her own right. My world went into slow motion as I pounded at the horn to warn her, hitting the air bag instead. That day we happened to be driving Dana's car, the horn on hers was at the bottom of the air bag pad, on my Van it was at the sides so nothing happened. I already had the door open as the car made contact and Dana's body wrapped up and over the top, her legs scooped up by the slanting back end of the vehicle. Her body was carried along a short distance, then the driver realized and slammed on the brakes, launching Dana though the air. I saw her sail like a rag doll through the air, coming down on her right side, then bouncing and landing on her left. Her head came down hard and back up, having struck her purse that was flying around her from the strap around her neck rather than the hard pavement. It cushioned the blow. That one thing very likely saved her life. Then I was running, yelling at the top of my lungs. Dana lay quietly, as my long unused military training kicked in. I knelt down and checked her mouth and nose for bloody bubbles, a sure sign of lung damage, there was none. There was a scrape above her eye, my hands went to her arms and legs, checking for broken bones. Then I heard the sirens, the emergency service was only a block away in the small town's firehouse. Someone had already brought a warm blanket which I spread over her and tucked gently in. Dana was awake and talking, complaining that her head and back hurt. Her words were disjointed, slurred. The efficient crew of four young men had her loaded on a stretcher quickly and headed for the major city nearly 40 miles away. By then I had grabbed my digital camera and taken several photos, knowing there would be consequences. I headed for our car and followed. I caught up with the ambulance halfway to the hospital, probably startling a few other drivers on the highway as I went past with my flashers on, then followed them right into the parking lot. "You can't come in here, sir." A woman stepped in front of me. "Yes I can, I am her husband." I said as I swept right by her. The woman started to say something but relented, by then we were headed down the hallway. Every instinct in my body was to hold her, but staff came pouring through the doorway and I realized quickly that I was in the way. "Slurring her words." I heard one of the ambulance crew say as a nurse swept the sheet off of Dana, laying it aside. She was completely naked, not even socks. I blinked at that, realizing the three men in the back had completely stripped her. There were several wires attached to her, I guess they had to to make sure she was stable on the trip. The older lady nurse began running her hands over Dana's body, feeling along her ribcage on both sides. Another nurse used a damp cloth to wash the abrasion above her right eye. I noticed no one made a move to leave, glancing around I saw all of the ambulance crew just stood there watching as three nurses checked Dana carefully from head to toe. One young man came in, lifted one of her eyelids, then the other, shining a light in them. "Need a CT." He said to what seemed to be no one in particular and left. The one older nurse looked over at me. "Are you her husband?" She asked, getting a nod from me. "OK. I need you to fill out this paperwork." She handed me a clipboard, then more or less just pushed me over to the side and sat me down in one of the chairs. Just then one of the ambulance crew handed me Dana's purse and her clothing in a plastic bag. "Looks like she will be OK, they are going to run some scans to make sure. We checked her over pretty good, nothing seems to be broken, just a lot of bruises." He patted my shoulder with a grin, then left. The head nurse pulled a sheet out and covered Dana, I was grateful for that since the room we were in was just a small alcove, there was no wall at all between the room and the main section and there were people going back and forth everywhere. I did notice there was a curtain that could be drawn but no one seemed to be inclined to use it. I knew that many of them were not medical staff, the place was very busy. I had never been in a trauma center at a major hospital, it seemed to be complete mayhem. Seconds later they wheeled her out and down the hallway as people surried aside to make room. I busied myself with filling out all of the forms, finishing just as they wheeled her back in. I handed the older nurse the paperwork and she took it with a thank you. "We will have the results of the CT scan pretty quickly, the doctor will be in shortly also. You can stay with her if you like." I had no intentions at all of going anywhere. "How are you feeling, honey?" I asked her. "Pretty good, they gave me some kind of shot, it is making me sleepy." Dana murmured. "Are you hurting anywhere?" "Yes, I have a headache, and something hurts in my back, way down low." She struggled to reach behind her back, just the a young man in a smock came in. "Hurting anywhere?" He asked her. She repeated what she said to me, reaching again for her lower back. "We gave you a shot to ease any pain, try not to move any more than possible please." Dana nodded and settled back. "I need to put in a Catheter." He glanced at me sitting there. "You are her husband, right?" He asked me. I nodded. "OK." He reached for some tubing, then tugged up the sheet, exposing her lower body. Then he reached down with a gloved hand and put his index finger and thumb on each side of Dana's clitoris. He leaned down to within just inches of her, then pressed the flesh apart and back, this caused her clitoris to pop upward, the hood rolled back. With one hand he reached down to her knee and gently shifted it over to the right. He inserted the end of the tubing into her, feeding what seemed to be an impossible length of it into her body. "Sorry, I know this is a little uncomfortable. How do you feel?" He asked her, his hand still holding the flesh open, her lower body still completely on display. "It's OK." She nodded. He tugged the sheet back down, leaned down and looked at the small bag attached to the Catheter. "Already flowing, it sure is easy when they are large like that. Clear, too, no blood. That's good!" He grinned at me and left. I started to open my mouth to say something when two nurses and an older man came in. One nurse lifted the sheet and checked on the catheter while the other one used a needle at the IV taped to her arm. "What are you giving her?" I asked. "Just fluids, right now I am flushing the IV." She smiled at me. "No real sign of serious blood at all but there is a spec at the rectum." She told a man I took to be another Doctor that rushed in. He busied himself looking at the chart. "Did anybody check that yet? It it rectal of vaginal?" He asked the nurse. "I don't know, transport told us there was spotting in her underwear but we wanted the CT results quickly because she was slurring her words." The man looked at me. "Are you her husband?" He asked. "Yes." "Has she been drinking?" "No." "Any drugs, prescription of recreational?" He sounded stern to me. "No." "Are you sure, this is important!" He looked right at me like he didn't believe me. "No, Dana doesn't drink, and she doesn't take drugs." "All right. Get Jerry back in here, have him do his job. I will go read the CT scans." "Be right back." He actually smiled, then left. The same young man came back in, he pulled on another pair of gloves. Pulling the sheet up, he slid one finger into Dana's vagina, felt around for a long time. She squeezed her eyes shut, I could tell she didn't seem to like that one bit. He pulled his finger out and inspected it, then wiped the secretions on a test strip. "Well, that is clear." He said to no one in particular. Then he pulled off that glove and slid on a new one. "I need you to lift your right leg." He told Dana. "Oh, man." I thought as she pulled her right leg up, I knew what was coming. He put some lube on his finger and slid it inside her rectum, she tensed at that. "Relax, honey." He told her as he pressed his index finger in to his knuckles. His other hand was resting right on her pubic mound just above the hairline. He held it there for what seemed like a long time but was perhaps only 10 seconds. Again he wiped his finger on a small card of some kind that I took to be a test strip. "Clear again, I told them I was right." He said to himself. Then he made some notes on the chart, hung it back up. Stepping over to the bed she lay on, he pulled the sheet back down. He had no more than stepped out through the front when the Doctor came back in, followed closely by the two nurses. That is when I noticed that the entire front of the room was still wide open and it still bustled with activity. I had been so intent on what the nurse was doing that it hadn't really registered on me. My Dana had been lying there completely exposed to anyone who happened to walk by and there was a solid string of them. Most were wearing smocks but one older man was pacing back and forth, I had overheard a bit of conversation, his wife was in the next section over. Two gang banger looking types walked by and went around the corner, I noticed they were looking left and right at each alcove as they walked. I was glad Dana was covered when they went by. It seemed that everyone that was working there just ignored all of that. The Doctor checked the notes again. "Good." He turned to look at me. "We have a tiny bit of bleeding on her brain, but it is small and should clear up by itself without surgery. That is what we are hoping for anyway. We will run another CT in a couple of hours to make sure." "How is she doing otherwise?" He asked the older nurse. "She is quiet, stable." "OK. Well, let's check." He reached out and pulled the sheet down, baring her breasts. He placed one hand on her ribcage and pressed, getting a slight gasp from her. Feeling all the way up and down, he moved to the other side and repeated the inspection. "No distension, good. Do an X ray on her ribcage. In fact, let's do a complete." He ordered and left. Once again Dana was wheeled out. After a half hour or so I asked the nurse if there was any water, she pointed down the hall to where I spotted one of those water coolers, so I walked down there to get a drink. As I passed the next room over, I saw the older man standing near the entrance watching. I glanced in, a heavy woman lay there on her back, her legs spread wide as the same young orderly was inserting one of those catheters in her. Her eyes met mine and she flushed, I quickly looked away and headed on down the hallway, blushing. No on seemed to be the least bit worried about modesty around this place, it seemed. A younger nurse was getting a drink, I waited my turn. She was pretty and gave me a smile. "They sure aren't concerned about modesty around here, are they?" I mentioned idly. "Trauma center, we don't have any time for that." "I noticed that, but some of these people aren't staff." "Yes, family members. We can't really keep them out, if we do some of them throw fits and it causes problems. This hospital is in a rough section of town, we see a lot of gunshot wounds and knife injuries. So we just do our best to do our jobs and try to keep them out of the way, that is why we have the chairs in the trauma rooms." I nodded, got myself a drink. "That's why we have so many security staff around too. Every once in awhile...." She let that trail off. I looked back at the main section, realizing there was a half dozen men in uniform. I had thought they were policemen at first. "Which one is yours?" She asked me. "Dana, the one in the room 102A." "Oh, hit by the car? We see a lot of that, and we see bike riders getting run over all the time, too. Your wife is doing very good, they will move her to ICU later on tonight. That is Jerry's section." "Who is Jerry?" "He is the RN that does all of the catheters." "All of them?" "Yea, he likes to." She giggled at me. "He likes to?" I thought about that for a moment. "Yea, especially the cute ones." She giggled again. "Swell." I said. "Well, somebody has to, I work in X ray." "Oh, then you did the ones for Dana?" "Yea, we call her our rubber lady. We just took those." "Rubber lady?" That confused me. "We usually give everyone a nickname, the amount of bruises on her with no broken bones is amazing. I think she got hit pretty hard." "Yea, I know. I saw it happen." "Bummer." She answered, and went back down the hall. Just then a cart came down the hall, there was a young African woman laying on it. She had just a towel over her lower body, there was blood all over her upper body which was bare. Her heavy breasts lay over on each side. One nurse walked quickly alongside, her hands pressed a large cloth to the woman's right shoulder. "Looks like a gunshot wound, more work." I heard someone say, looking back, the man I knew as Jerry was hustling by. I shook my head. I stepped aside as a frazzled looking older woman came down the hallway and went into the next room up. Jerry was right behind her, I could a man lying there with hoses seemingly everywhere. He was also naked, except for bandages over his stomach. I quickly looked away, the man's penis had one of those hoses running out of it too. It was beginning to look like Jerry kept pretty busy. I went back to the room Dana was in. She was fast asleep. I sat there waiting for several hours, glancing up from time to time at all of the monitors worried and trying to figure out what all of the lights meant. The guy I now knew was Jerry finally came in, he smiled at me. "I need to check the catheter again." "Have fun." I said with some sarcasm. He gave me an odd look, then pulled up the sheet. He reached out and pressed his thumb and finger on each side of Dana's clitoris again, pressing it back. For some reason I felt myself getting mildly flushed at that, I shook my head. Just medical, they see this stuff every day so it's not a big deal, I told myself. "No leaks, no blood in her urine, very good!" He tugged the sheet back down, smiled at me again and left. I saw that had woken Dana up, she turned her head to look at me. "Hi, honey." She smiled. "Hi, babe. You are doing fine, they are going to do a followup CT and then move you to ICU soon." "OK. Why don't you go home and get some sleep, I will be fine." No Room for Modesty "I am not sure I want to leave you alone with this bunch very long." I told her. "Why?" "It seems that half of them have had their fingers up you at one time or another." "Just doing their jobs I guess." "I suppose, but some of it seemed to be a bit much. There was one old man that went by while you were laying there wide open." I told her. "There were lots more than just him, nothing I can do about that." "I am sorry if you are embarrassed." "I'm not, they are just doing their jobs." She said again. "Anyway, I am feeling a lot better now. I'm just sleepy." I could tell she was still slurring her words a little. I saw Jerry walk by, he glanced in at me and smiled. I nodded at him. "That's the guy that the nurse told me really enjoys his work." I told Dana. "Oh, the young one? I got that impression, he sure took his sweet time." She giggled. "I wasn't sure you realized." "Oh, I could tell." She let out another small giggle. "That gave me that same feeling I got when we got caught by that policemen that time." "Really? I guess that surprises me a little." "I figured you weren't too concerned since you sat there and didn't say anything." "I was mostly just worried about you. Besides, I don't have a clue about what they are supposed to do anyway." I told her. Just then the Doctor came in. "Well, very good news. The cranial bleeding has stopped, the small amount of blood will just be absorbed. There are no broken bones except for one cracked rib, just some bruises that will clear in a few days. That cracked rib will be uncomfortable, we will give you some medication to ease that. I will have you moved down to another room, we will observe for a day or so just in case. Then one final CT to be sure, and you can go home." He turned to leave, not waiting for an answer. Jerry came in a few minutes later. "We are moving your wife down to ICU, do you want to come along?" "Yea, I do." "I thought so, well, let's go." He smiled at me and prepared the cart, then rolled her out of the room and down the hallway. I glanced at the main room, people sat in front of monitors everywhere, nobody even looked up. We went through several sets of doors, then he turned into a room. The door closed behind us. "I need to get you off the cart and onto the bed." He told her as he pressed them side by side, reaching down to lock the wheels. He helped Dana scoot over onto the bed, pulled the top sheet off of her and then held the bed sheets as she slipped under them and settled back. "I will be back in a few minutes to remove the catheter." He said, as he moved the roller stand with the IV's and wires into place alongside the bed. I sat in the chair next to her, reached out to hold her hand. "You really should go home, get some rest honey." "I wouldn't miss this for the world! I am beginning to relax and feel better, it is obvious now that you are going to be fine." I told her. "Besides, I want to see how many more people come in to stick their fingers in you." I grinned at her, trying to keep a happy tone in my voice. "Oh, God." She flushed and giggled. "I am beginning to think you might be a pervert!" She teased. It was just a few minutes later, Jerry came back into the room. "I am just going to remove the catheter, it will feel mildly uncomfortable for a few seconds but that will pass. Let me know if you feel any pain." "OK." Dana looked at me, then back at the ceiling. Then she squeezed her eyes shut. Jerry pulled the sheet up to her waist, I could see the tiny hose coming out of her clitoris. It was large before normally, with the tubing it appeared to be enormous. "I don't see how you can get that thing to even go in there." I said. "It tapers so it starts pretty easy, then the flesh just expands to make room. This one was easy because she is large, sometimes it's really difficult." He told me. Hell, he was talking about my wife's privates like it was all perfectly normal. I guess maybe it was to him. Then he pulled on a pair of latex gloves, reached out and pressed her button back again. "Sometimes it sticks a little bit so we just roll it lightly to ease the removal." He grinned over at me, grasped her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and gently rolled it. Dana's eyelids fluttered slightly but she didn't move. "There, once we are sure it is free, now we just withdraw the tube." He slid it out, rolled it up and dropped it into a bag, sealed that and dropped it into a container. He stood there for a second looking at her, then he glanced at me, I am not sure what expression was on my face but I could not help feeling a tingling in my loins at watching him touch and look at her so intimately. "Sometimes that is sore or painful, do you want me to massage it out? That can help." He asked her. I saw that he had a grin on his face. Dana's eyes opened and she looked over at me. I didn't respond, I wasn't completely sure what Jerry meant. "OK. I guess so." She said, closing her eyes again. Jerry slid on a single glove onto his right hand, pulled out a tube of lubricant, spread some on it. He was standing on her left side. He placed the palm of his hand on her pubic mound, reached out and grasped her clitoris again, rolling it first between his finger and thumb, then he pressed his fingers against her flesh and began to rub her vigorously. In just a few seconds her hips rolled upwards, I could see her body was responding to his strokes. Then she grunted as her stomach muscles rippled, and she went into orgasm. She groaned in what sounded a little like pain, then her body relaxed. I just sat there startled, I had no idea at all what to say. I had a suspicion that this was not normal, though. "There we go, all better now." Jerry stripped off his glove, gathered up his gear and left. The whole thing hadn't taken three minutes. "That made my ribs hurt." Dana giggled. "I would never have believed you would allow that unless I saw it myself." I told her. I sat there flustered as hell, my erection was as full as it ever got. That made me even more uncomfortable. It was two days later when she was released, along with instructions to take it easy. There were still bruises on her sides and arms, other than a fast improving black eye she seemed fine. For a couple of weeks, it was just Dana and I, back to our normal lives. The first change I noticed was she bought some shorts and began to wear them around the house along with a t-shirt and no bra. Dana almost never went without a bra, and she also never wore shorts, preferring slacks or blue jeans at home and dresses when out in public. It was Summer and warm, so I didn't really think too much about that. It was odd, though. The next thing I noticed was she always wanted me to touch her in that certain way, using my thumb and forefinger to bring her to climax. My mind would flash back to watching the male nurse take what I now knew to be liberties, that never failed to get me up and going. At first I found that to be uncomfortable, I was mildly ashamed of my own reactions, but then I managed to come to terms with it just being a fantasy. I also realized that Dana was having fantasies too, I did wonder if she ever thought about that incident but I never asked. Our sex life seemed to increase, where before we averaged once or maybe even twice a week, now it was every other day. A few times it was twice in the same day, I can't say I minded that, it was just different. There was now a lot of things different about my Dana. One very hot day I found her working out in our back yard, down on her hands and knees pulling weeds. I saw our next door neighbor Sonny was out working in his own, and paying one heck of a lot more attention to Dana than he was to his own weeds. I figured out why when she turned to come down the next row and I could see her nice breasts hanging there clearly in the huge gap in the top she had on. So I made some cold tea and walked out there, she glanced up and gratefully took her drink, sweat was pouring off of her. Then she set it back down, went back to pulling weeds. Both of her nipples were visible, her pretty round breasts swaying back and forth. "You are about to give Sonny a heart attack, honey." I told her, noticing that he went right back inside when he saw me coming. She glanced down then grinned up at me but made no move to cover up. "I guess I am showing a lot, huh? Oh, well, I hope he likes them." She just giggled at me, then she went right back to pulling weeds. That one made me blink, that wasn't normal at all. One day I had to run to our shop on a Saturday, I told Dana there was no need for her to go. It was four hours before I got things fixed and headed back home. I found Dana, Sonny and his wife Kathrine in our back yard. Sonny was sitting sideways on a lawn chair talking to the women, both of them lay there on their backs naked as Jaybirds. Katherine was a cute but bit on the chunky side blond, with huge round breasts that looked to be enhanced since they didn't sag at all. She was also completely shaved and didn't seem to be the least bit bashful about it. She just grinned at me, leaving her legs sticking out over the side of the lawn chair. That surprised me since they had been our neighbors for close to two years and the most I had ever seen of her was when she had on shorts and a halter, and just once I saw her in a bikini. Katherine had a bit of a bulge at her waist so I never really paid any attention. At least Sonny had his bathing suit trunks on, next I also noticed both of the girls were shiny and slick with sunscreen. "Sonny was nice enough to oil us up so we wouldn't get burned." Dana smiled at me, catching my look. Her nipples were like needles, I could see that even her pubic hair looked wet with oil, and her fat lips were shiny and parted. Her overly large clitoris bulged out, she was obviously enjoying the hell out of being naked in front of them, her legs carelessly splayed open. There was only one way to get oil where I could see clearly that there was oil? That meant that she had let Sonny.....? "I see nothing got missed!" I said with some sarcasm. The idea of that irritated me quite a bit. "Nope, we didn't want to burn anything." The two women shared a look and giggled. Plus she seemed to be totally unconcerned about being naked in front of them with me arriving. Then it hit me that she was drinking a cold beer, Dana didn't drink. Not normal, not normal at all. The next week I called and made her an appointment, getting a referral to a clinic that specialized in head injuries and different reactions to them. The Doctor we were assigned to was a middle aged oriental man, he listened as I carefully explained about the accident several months earlier, and the different things I had seen in my wife since it happened. Dana didn't object to going in for a checkup, I had actually expected her to. The physician made me wait in the outer office while he conducted his examination, after more than two solid hours I was starting to get upset. Finally he invited me into the office, Dana sat there with a smile on her face. "What we have here, as best as I can tell from the medical records and what I can see, is a case of PCS." "PCS? What in the hell is PCS?" I asked. "It's Post Concussion Syndrome, and it can manifest as just about anything from wild headaches and Vertigo to unexplained personality changes." "What does this mean for us?" "I think what we have here is your wife had repressed underlying sexual issues, the small concussion and brain injury she had now shows up as a much more relaxed attitude towards sexuality." "I don't completely understand that." I told him. "We don't either, there are so many mysteries in the human mind that all we can do is see the results and try to deal with them." "So what you are saying is my conservative wife has turned into an exhibitionist?" I asked. "More than that, I am afraid." He looked at Dana, she just looked at him and then at me and smiled. Then she shrugged. She had her legs crossed at the knees, I saw the upper one start to work back and forth, a sign that I knew very well. "What do you mean by more than that?" I asked. "I think you will need to be a very busy boy to keep up with her. Your wife's current sexual urges are pretty strong, plus she also seems to have certain specific desires." He smiled at me. "Specific desires? What kind of specific desires?" "Dana will explain it all, she says you both communicate very well. So I think that is best." "Will things eventually return to normal?" "We just don't know. Maybe. Meanwhile,the only thing you both can do is adjust, time will tell." "Hey, this is not completely a bad thing. If you just relax and enjoy each other, things will be fine. Dana is nice and healthy." He grinned at me, we shook hands, Dana and I walked out to the car. She tucked her hand in the crook of my arm. "I hope you aren't mad." She said. "Why would I be mad?" "I just can't help myself, please take me home. And hurry." Her hand came over and stroked my groin. I shook my head. Maybe the Doctor was right, maybe I was going to be a busy boy. "I want you to touch me like that again, I really need that." She said. "OK." I knew what she meant. She now wanted me to reach down and squeeze her clitoris between my thumb and forefinger, almost like I was milking it or something. It grew in size to very large when I did that, and she would orgasm so strongly it was hard to even believe. She purred at my comment, snuggling even closer. As soon as we got home, I did exactly that. Afterwards, she cuddled up close to me, almost like she was trying to become part of me. Her hand idly brushed across my groin, I knew she was trying to see if there was anything left. It was going to be a few hours, she had me totally drained. I wanted to ask her, I wanted to know. I had to ask, so I did, point blank. "Have you been with anyone but me after the accident?" I asked her. "You mean..sex? No, of course not! I know you will take care of me so I wait." "What do you mean by wait?" "Well, it's pretty hard to do sometimes but I manage, like when the Doctor...." She let her voice trail off. "The Doctor? This last Doctor? What did he do?" "Oh, just some tests to...see how I would respond." "You mean he...touched you?" "Sure, but he is a Doctor so I guess it's all right, besides, you are way better at that." "Better? I don't think I follow...?" "He just needed to know what I reacted to so he could figure out why. He even apologized afterwards." "He apologized? What for?" "For touching me like that, he told me that you and I needed to talk, too." "Talk? Sure, you and I can talk about anything." "Yes, I know. Well. I was wondering..do you think you could learn to put one of those catheters in me?" She mildly blushed at asking that. "Catheter? Why would you want me to?....OH!" I sighed, finally understanding that it looked like the Doctor might be right. I was going to be one very busy boy.