32 comments/ 50688 views/ 26 favorites The Flynn's Experiment By: DonnaBeck Emily entered through the sliding glass door, covered in sweat and flushed with exertion. "Good run?" Robert asked. "Yeah, but it got hot early today. How are you this morning?" She kissed her husband and said good morning to Anthony, his assistant. Anthony was performing Robert's physical therapy routine, bending each leg at the knee and rotating the ankles. "Still paralyzed," Robert answered. Emily flinched and glanced at Anthony who did not return eye contact. Anthony rarely made eye contact with Emily, but Robert swore he was the best assistant he'd had since the accident two years ago. Prior to that fateful summer day, Robert and Emily enjoyed an adventurous lifestyle that included hiking, kayaking, climbing, and mountain biking together. It was a rock climbing trip without Emily that altered both their lives forever. Robert was climbing a route that far exceeded Emily's skill level, so he went with an experienced climbing partner who did the unthinkable; he allowed the rope to pass through the end of the belay device and dropped Robert forty feet to the ground. The outcome might have been better had he not landed on a pile of boulders, then rolled and dropped another fifteen feet. Some said he was lucky to survive, but with a C7 spinal injury that left him paralyzed below the shoulders, Robert didn't feel lucky. The past two years had been extremely difficult for the couple, but now Emily felt that they had settled into a comfortable routine and Robert seemed less depressed. In fact, after going through several assistants, Robert seemed to flourish under the care of Anthony who had the right combination of professionalism and playfulness with the ability to remain unscathed by Robert's frequent mood swings. Robert exuded an aura of masculinity, perhaps even more so since the accident. He had become more commanding in his voice, probably to make up for the inability to express himself physically. About six months after the accident, Robert asked Emily to masturbate for him. This was something that had not been part of their previous sex life and Emily felt self conscious about doing so. She also worried it might frustrate Robert more than please him, but he insisted that wasn't the case. He told her he didn't want to become asexual and it was important for him to enjoy intimate time with his wife. Their therapist confirmed that this was very healthy and explained to Emily that the main source of sex drive comes from the brain, not the genitals. Of course Emily would do anything for her husband, so she learned to overcome her shyness. Prior to the accident, Robert had not been verbally expressive in the bedroom. Now he said things to her that sounded pornographic "Rub your tits, Em, yeah, like that. Spread your legs, let me see you. Now let me suck your fingers, I want to taste you." Emily was surprised to learn that this talk actually started to turn her on. She bought sexy lingerie and put on shows for him. Occasionally, Robert wanted to perform oral sex on Emily, but that could be physically challenging for him. Mostly she preferred to kiss him or have him suck her tits while she played with a vibrator. It wasn't a substitute for feeling Robert's arms around her, but she was glad her husband still found her incredibly sexy. As far as her own needs, Emily thought it was selfish to even let her mind go there. After all, she could orgasm and she could still walk. Robert became more assertive in other matters as well. Because Emily was a writer who worked from home, initially she tried to spend all her time with Robert but he wouldn't have it. He told her to stay away and work in her office, just visit at lunch or after work. At first Emily's feelings were hurt. She wanted to do things for her husband, but he explained he wanted a wife, not a nursemaid. He still wanted them to be a couple that could talk about their day and they needed time apart in order to have anything to talk about. Emily could take care of Robert's physical requirements if needed, such as changing a catheter, dressing him, or performing physical therapy, but he wanted a male assistant to work full time. Fortunately, they had the means to hire someone. Robert went through several assistants before finding Anthony. Emily stayed out of that matter. The first few seemed competent, but no one lasted more than a few weeks. Anthony had been with him six months and Robert seemed pleased with his performance. It didn't seem like they were buddies, there was a level of professionalism maintained as Anthony referred to Robert and Emily as "Mr. and Mrs. Flynn." Emily tried to correct him in the beginning, but Anthony didn't budge and insisted that was how Mr. Flynn wanted it. Emily learned from talking to their therapist alone that Robert's more dominant personality evolved from him feeling powerless. If another person has to wash him, change his clothes, and handle his waste, it maintained a certain level of dignity to have their verbal exchanges invoke some form of hierarchy. Anthony had a military background and seemed very comfortable accepting someone else's authority. "What are you up to today?" Emily asked, taking a swig from her water bottle and drying her face with a hand towel. "Anthony is going to help me list a bunch of climbing equipment on eBay. Turns out some of my stuff is collectable and worth a chunk of change." Robert had voice command on his PC and could do many things by himself, but taking photos required Anthony's help. "What about you?" "Two-thousand words by noon, I hope. I've got it mostly worked out in my head so I think I can do it." "I want to read it at lunch, if you don't mind." "You know I'd love that." "I sent you an email." "Great! I'll read it after my shower." Emily kissed her husband and made her exit. * * * * * Emily sat down at her desk and there was a hot cup of coffee waiting for her in a commuter mug. Having Anthony around definitely had perks. She opened her document and email, reading a message from her sister and one from her editor, before opening the one that said "To My Love" in the subject line. My Dearest Emily, I wanted to talk to you about something of paramount importance. I am choosing to put this in writing because I know you can be very reactionary. I want you to think about what I am asking, I want you to mull it over seriously and not go with your first impulse. You are an intelligent, beautiful woman, and you are not paralyzed. The fact that you have to give up sex at such a young age weighs heavily on my mind every single day. Just because I am in this chair doesn't mean you should have to miss out on ever feeling a man's hands on your beautiful body. That thought kills me more than the fact that I can't have sex myself. I have to accept it, you don't. I know you will say it is okay and that you don't need it, but that isn't true Em. It is unnatural for you to deny yourself the warmth of another body. I have given great thought to this matter. I want you to have sex with Anthony. I want to be there when you do. We can go over the details later, after you accept my offer. Just as Anthony scratches my head and shaves my beard, I trust him to make love to my wife. And I trust you as well. Consider doing this for me Emily. It would make me very happy. Love, Robert Emily sat stunned for a moment, and then reread the email. She hit print and carried it into the living room where Robert and Anthony were taking photos of climbing gear. "What the fuck is this!" She yelled, holding up the paper. "Um, hey Anthony, go wash the van while I talk to Mrs. Flynn for a minute." "Sure Mr. Flynn." Anthony was gone in two seconds. "Have you lost your fucking mind?" Emily yelled. "You want me to fuck another man while you watch? This is some sick perverted shit, Robert." Emily ripped the paper in half, ripped it again and again and again. She threw the shredded paper on Robert's lap and before she walked out her expression changed from anger to hurt as she said, "How could you?" Robert knew it was not the time to try to explain. He used his voice command to call Anthony back to get the shredded paper off his dignified lap. Emily flung herself on the bed and sobbed. The thought that her husband would ask her to have sex with another man made her sick, then she remembered that Robert really was sick. He couldn't help it. Being in that chair had probably warped his mind. She decided to make an appointment to have Dr. Kimber come out. Maybe it was time to reconsider anti-depressants. Emily dried her eyes and decided she could now get back to work. She wouldn't let the letter impact her so much. She would not sit around and feel sorry for herself. Robert simply wasn't in his right mind. He needed her help. She wiped her tears and got back to work. * * * * * Emily came into the dining room at noon to find Robert sitting alone as usual, since Anthony was asked to take a break at lunch time. She greeted him cheerfully, putting the matter of the email behind her. "Wow, Anthony made homemade hummus?" She asked. "I made homemade hummus. I wanted to learn how to make it, so I Googled it. Anthony simply followed my instructions." Emily ignored his sharp edge. "Well, you did an amazing job. It's delicious." "It was really easy," his tone softened. "I don't know why we ever bothered buying it, but we are both going to smell like garlic after this." "As long as we both do." Emily kissed Robert and began feeding him. This was an activity she had come to enjoy and found quite sensuous. Since his head, neck and shoulders were the only things he could feel, she had learned to take great care in attending to those areas. Feeding, anticipating his needs, and hearing his appreciative "mmmms" could become erotic if they were both in the right mood. "This is a really good smoothie too. You've trained your 'pair of hands' really well." "He has a good eye for detail and he knows how to take orders. We can thank the military for that. I really like Anthony." "Enough to ask him to have sex with your wife, right?" Emily didn't expect to reveal the tension below the surface, it just came out. Robert actually smiled. "I knew you'd be pissed, but I still want you to think about it." "Hell no, and that is my final answer. Not now, not ever. Get that sick idea out of your head Robert, it's not going to happen." Emily wiped her husband's mouth. "Em, let me say something please." Emily placed the hummus covered pita bread on the plate and let Robert continue. "I meant what I said. You don't have to give up sex just because I do. You are still a young beautiful woman with needs. Emily, I'm afraid that if you deny your sexuality you will become vulnerable to the attention of other men. Eventually, you will succumb to temptation and I wouldn't blame you if you did. But my fear is that you would fall in love with someone. I don't want to lose you, Em." Robert's eyes were wet. Emily was shocked by what he revealed and felt a surge of love towards him. She put her arms around him and kissed his face and offered the assurance that she believed deeply in her soul. She could never love anyone else, her heart belonged to him. "Will you at least think about it?" He asked. "Okay, if you stop talking about it," she lied, wondering how soon she could get Dr. Kimber over. She continued feeding Robert who asked about her writing. "It wasn't a very productive morning," she admitted. Robert licked the hummus from her finger. "You better stop that bad boy, you know what that does to me." "I'll never stop then. Do you think you might put on a sexy little show for me tonight?" Emily laughed. "Actually, the likelihood is very high. I got something new in the mail I'd like to show you." "Toy or clothing?" "A surprise," She smiled. "But maybe you need a preview? A little teaser?" Robert smiled widely, "Hell yeah. Bring it on, you little tease." Emily smiled back, licked her lips and pulled her top and bra down revealing her perky tits and hard nipples. The finger licking really did affect her. She gave a devilish grin and spread a dab of hummus on her nipple, then brought it to his mouth. "Mmmm," he moaned. "Em, toss out all the spoons and forks, I want to eat every meal like this." "Milk and cereal would present a problem," she laughed, feeding her husband her nipples alternately. "This is just a preview anyway. I'm really going to feed you this evening." "Mmmm, I can't wait," he moaned, taking one last lick before she lifted her top back over her tits, just in time as Anthony walked in the door carrying a load of boxes. "Hi Mrs. Flynn," he said. "Hi Anthony. Great hummus." "Just following Mr. Flynn's direction." "Well, you did great. I better get back to work." Emily kissed her husband and whispered in his ear. "No sexy emails, bad boy. I need to concentrate." Robert grinned and said "I can't make that promise." * * * * * Over the next few days Robert continued to make comments to Emily about Anthony, about what a good job he was doing, his ability to take initiative as well as being able to take direction. Emily couldn't help but read between the lines of Robert's comments. She bit her tongue, counting the days until Dr. Kimber would visit. When Robert began asking Emily what she thought of Anthony's appearance she finally bit back. "I'm not ever going to sleep him Robert. Just get that thought out of your head." "I just want to know if you find him attractive?" "Who cares," she answered, her ambivalent tone confirmed Robert's suspicion. "More handsome than my previous assistants, wouldn't you agree? David, Kyle?" "I didn't care for Kyle at all," Emily admitted, regretting it instantly since Robert's mind was on a different path. "There was something kind of weird about him." "I agree. And he balked at my proposition, thank goodness." "Robert! You didn't! Tell me you didn't talk to those men about having sex with me!" "I told you Em, this has been on my mind a long time. But Kyle had a moral dilemma, so I had to let him go." Emily gasped in disbelief. "David was more than willing, but he had a very small cock, so I had to let him go as well." Emily couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, please explain to me how you even know the size of his cock?" "I asked to see it after he agreed to my proposition. It was rather sad looking, so I asked him to look at some porn on my laptop and the poor guy only grew to three inches, so I had to let him go." "Holy shit, Robert! Who the hell are you? Oh God, please tell me you didn't fire a man for having a small dick. We are going to end up in a law suit and lose everything!" "I didn't technically fire him. I started being an incorrigible asshole until he quit. I'm not stupid, just impotent." Emily winced and Robert continued. "First of all, I wouldn't do that to you. I want you to be pleasured by a decent sized cock and I want to see it going in and out of you. You will be satisfied with Anthony's size." "So Anthony agreed to your diabolic scheme? Don't forget I have not and will not." "Anthony had a very cerebral response and asked a lot of questions, which I liked, but ultimately, he wanted to be of service to me and the fact that he thinks you are hot made it an easy sell." Robert noted with satisfaction that a brief smile crossed Emily's face. "I'm not buying it though," she replied. Robert was the one to change the subject this time, happy with the progression that they were now discussing it without Emily getting angry or upset. He was in no hurry, he realized this was a very delicate matter and against Emily's instincts, it would only be a matter of time before convincing her it was best for their long term happiness. When Dr. Kimber made his house call two days later, the couple took turns speaking to him in twenty minute increments, then twenty minutes together as was their usual routine. Emily wasted no time cutting to the chase during her time, "Robert wants me to sleep with another man while he looks on!" "Yes, I know," was the doctors reply. "Well talk some sense into him!" Emily retorted. Dr. Kimber laughed and said "You know what a strong willed man you are married to Emily. This is something for the two of you to work out." "But it's crazy! Dr. Kimber, I really think it time to resort to anti-depressants. Clearly Robert is severely depressed." "I disagree, Emily. In fact, I think Robert is doing remarkably well given the circumstances. He's planning for the future, setting goals. He's a different man than the one I met two years ago." "Yeah, that man would never pimp out his wife!" "Well, I certainly understand your hesitation, but I can honestly say that Robert has put a lot of thought into this and his motives are good. If this is not something you want, you just need to tell him." "I've tried. But part of me hates to deny him. I worry about him. You remember how dark it was for a while. But this is just....well, I never imagined in a million years he would want this." "People tend to think they know how they will react in a particular situation, but until you are actually in it you can't be certain. Things that seemed absurd when Robert was able bodied might seem reasonable now. I know you have already made many adjustments to your sex life and that is very healthy. Some couples in this situation just let their intimacy die and Robert was very determined not to let that happen. I understand you have been very brave in this area." Emily blushed at the thought. It was true. She was now doing things that she could have never imagined doing two years ago, acting like her husbands own personal stripper. She even considered taking pole dancing classes and installing a pole in their bedroom, but Robert thought that was overkill. "Dr. Kimber, I don't want to have sex with another man, I only want Robert," Emily allowed herself to feel that sadness about not being able to have sex with her husband and the tears began to flow. "I understand perfectly, Emily. Sex without love can be very unsatisfying for most people." "Yes. It isn't just the sex though, it's the intimacy, the spontaneous hugs and ...oh, Dr. Kimber, I don't mean to complain. I know I'm lucky to still have him and he has become so verbally expressive, really, in some ways it has actually improved things for us. He has to say what he can't show." "Well he thinks this is a way to show you that he loves you. By not denying what he thinks you need." "I know. It is pretty amazing; weird, but amazing." "Look Emily, I have talked to Robert about this at great length and I know he's confident he would be okay with it emotionally. I'm not completely convinced, but I did make one suggestion." Emily looked at the doctor in anticipation. "It is difficult for people, especially women, to have sex without creating a strong emotional bond. This is part mental and part physiological. When a woman is intimate, her brain releases oxytocin, a hormone necessary for bonding. What I suggest is that post coital time is spent being intimate with your husband." "So fuck another man and then cuddle my husband?" The doctor laughed, "Well, yes. If you decide this is something you want as well." "You two are both pretty fucked up," Emily laughed. Her time was up. The couple spent their combined therapy discussing Robert's reluctance to leave the house. Emily wanted Robert to travel with her, but he hated being seen as a handicapped person and preferred to stay home. Emily was sure that once he got used to it, that he would enjoy getting out and even traveling, plus she wanted him with her. She had a book signing scheduled in the months ahead and didn't want to be away from him. The Flynn's Experiment Dr. Kimber ended the discussion by saying they both seem to have become fixated on ideas they believed would make the other happy, like the Christmas story "The Gift of the Magi." Perhaps they both should really ask if they are considering their own needs or their partners, and be open to what the other is saying. That night Emily slept in fits. She dreamt Robert stood from his chair and took her in his arms. She dreamt about having sex with Anthony behind Robert's back. She dreamt about having sex with Robert in front of Dr. Kimber. She woke exhausted, and admittedly, a bit turned on. She kissed her husband awake and asked if he might enjoy a morning show. He readily agreed and asked her what caused her desire. This too was a nuance in their relationship, Robert always wanting to know what was going on in Emily's mind sexually, what turned her on. This time she was reluctant to admit it was naughty dreams, but when she did, of course Robert wanted details. "Well," she began, "I dreamt of making love to you. I dreamt of having sex with Anthony, and I dreamt of Dr. Kimber watching you and me together." "Busy night!" Robert laughed, and pressed her for more details. "Do you mind if I play with the vibe while I tell you?" "Oh, by all means. But please position yourself so I have a good view." "Of course darling." Emily recounted her night of wild guiltless sex as she rubbed a vibrator back and forth against along her slit, as Robert expressed encouragement. She played a little game where she didn't actually insert the vibrator into her pussy until Robert instructed her to, just like when he could decide when to give her his cock. Sometimes he waited until she begged, but this time he was so turned on by her dreams that he said, "Now Em, you've been a very good girl. You need to be filled up." He watched with pleasure as her hips began to buck off the bed and noted that she came unusually hard. "Those dreams inspired you." She didn't deny it, just rolled over and enjoyed some post coital cuddling with her love. * * * * * I never know what my work day it going to entail, and that keeps it pretty interesting. Then again, my boss is an interesting man. Interesting, smart, but really intense. He has been teaching me how to trade stocks and I have used some of my own money to follow his lead, and well, as Mr. Flynn put it, "Keep it up Anthony, and you won't have to wipe asses much longer." I don't really wipe his ass, he was joking about that. There is a nurse that comes by a few times a week and takes care of some of the tasks that are beyond me, but I do shave him and brush his teeth every day. It's safe to say I've gotten to know the man pretty well. Pretty well indeed. However, I nearly choked when he asked me to have sex with his wife. No, I did not see that one coming. In fact, I thought it was a set up, that maybe I was going to get fired when he started asking if I found his wife attractive. Of course I do, Mrs. Flynn is fucking hot, but how do you answer that? I tried to be polite and not say too much, but then he laid it all on the table. After a few moments I realized "This guy is dead serious!" And it got my mind spinning. For one thing, I feel really bad for him. I can't pretend to know what it's like not to be able to feel your own cock, let alone do simple things like scratch your nose. But to be paralyzed with a hot wife who is still in her prime? Once I heard him out and really thought about it, I started to understand why he would want to control what happens. He can definitely be a control freak at times, but if he tried to micromanage my fucking like he does everything else, I wouldn't do it. He told me I won't be a puppet, that I only needed "general guidance" about Mrs. Flynn's taste and that he had faith in my natural instincts. Then he asked about my cock size. That man is a trip. He told me Mrs. Flynn has not exactly agreed yet, but she will come around. Now that the idea is my head, I'm starting to hope she does. But Mr. Flynn better be as cool with it as he thinks cuz I really like my job. * * * * * Anthony came into the kitchen to find Mrs. Flynn crying and Mr. Flynn with a pained expression. He assumed it was domestic trouble and turned to leave, but Mr. Flynn stopped him. "Mrs. Flynn has been in an auto accident." "Oh no, are you okay?" Anthony turned to Mrs. Flynn. She nodded and answered, "Yes, it was just a fender bender, but I am pretty shook up." She was in fact shaking. "Anthony, my wife needs a hug," he gestured with his chin to get over there, so Anthony sat the bag down he was carrying and wrapped his arms around Mrs. Flynn. She was sobbing now, and stiff. She kept her arms folded across her chest, but leaned her face into Anthony's chest as Mr. Flynn offered soothing words. "It's okay darling, I am so glad you are okay," and "Don't be scared Em, everything's okay now." She began to relax in Anthony's arms and he rubbed her back in a calming manner. Eventually she sighed, backed up, and looked Anthony in the eye and said "Thank you." She went over and kissed her husband and sat at the table. Anthony left the room and stole a look at Mr. Flynn on the way out, but his face was focused on his wife. The next day, Anthony came into the kitchen during their private lunch time as he was instructed by Mr. Flynn. He began making salsa with Mr. Flynn's direction, while Mrs. Flynn was putting away dishes. Although the kitchen was a good size and Anthony was not clumsy, he brushed up against Mrs. Flynn several times, as previously instructed by his boss. He apologized, but it happened again and again. Mrs. Flynn flashed an exasperated expression to her husband, but he just grinned in return. Then she felt a hand on her ass she whipped around with a fork in her hand and took a jab at Anthony, who jumped back and yelled, "Hey, hey, don't get so upset!" Mrs. Flynn started laughing and then pointed the fork at her husband. "I don't know which of you to stab!" Mr. Flynn was very pleased she was laughing and gave Anthony the code for "You can leave now," which was to ask him to check the mail. Mr. Flynn knew his plan should be taken slowly and not to push his luck. The following Monday, Anthony was again in the kitchen during their lunch time and to Anthony's dismay, Mrs. Flynn "accidentally" brushed into him a few times. Mr. Flynn gave Anthony a wink when she wasn't looking, but dismissed him soon after by asking about the mail. * * * * * I'm starting to get to know Mrs. Flynn a lot better. I've been asked to come in the room a lot more when they are together and I've learned that she is quite a feisty little woman. She has a good sense of humor and doesn't take too much crap from Mr. Flynn, but at the same time she is ultra-feminine. She moves around the kitchen like a little bird, almost fluttering, light on her feet and she rarely stops moving. I think she is at least ten years older than me, but she is hot. She brushed up against me in the kitchen a few times. I hope she is warming up to me, but she could just be teasing me or her husband. But Mr. Flynn insists she is close to agreeing and he gave me a few code words or situations to know when to move. Well, if she gets pissed, I don't have to worry about getting fired for sexual harassment. Just taking the boss's orders. Oh, I almost forgot to mention that I hugged her. She was upset and crying, so it was kind of like hugging my sister, except Mrs. Flynn is tiny. I couldn't even rest my chin on her head without bending over, but she rested her head on my chest and I felt her relax in my arms. It gave me a weird feeling. I guess powerful is the way I would describe it, but at the same time I was really feeling what Mr. Flynn was missing. To not be able to hug and console your wife must be the most frustrating thing ever. Well, maybe after sex. I'm really feeling bad for the guy because he isn't old enough to have to give up sex. Back to the hug. It started out all brotherly, but then I started rubbing her back as she was pressed up against me. Luckily she broke away because I was starting to get hard and I didn't want to make her uncomfortable. * * * * * On Friday mornings it was Emily's habit to go to the farmer's market. She dressed in a very casual tank top dress and wedge sandals. She had her hair pinned up and put a big floppy hat and large bag by the door. It was a very hot day. Anthony was in the kitchen with her and Robert, which was becoming a regular habit. Anthony was quiet unless spoken to, yet his presence was always felt, his energy adding a tension to the room, but it wasn't a bad tension. He had grabbed her butt one time in a playful manner and brushed into her often. Emily would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it. She carried on her conversation with Robert, talking about the release of her new book when Robert asked her for a kiss. She bent over and kissed him, to which he replied "More." She kissed him on the lips again and again he said "More." Emily slowed down and gently kissed Robert on the lips, this time putting the palm of her hand on the side of his face. She often touched his face, head, or neck when she kissed him now. Robert received her kiss and she knew by the way he kissed her back he wanted more. She was aware of Anthony's presence, but her eagerness to please her husband was stronger than her shyness, so she kissed him again and this time parted her lips and allowed her tongue to brush Robert's. "Mmmmmm," he softly moaned, "More." She placed her other hand on Roberts chin and kissed him deeply this time, parting her lips, dipping her tongue under his, then circling his tongue gently and slowly with her own. With her hand on his chin she slowly brought her thumb up to his bottom lip and massaged it gently while she licked his upper lip. He took her thumb in his mouth and sucked the tip, then nibbled on it slightly, causing a soft giggle to escape Emily's mouth. She gave him more of her thumb which he took deeper in his mouth and sucked hard, while she began kissing his brow bone and even opening her mouth and she nipped his skin very gently. She kissed along his temple and got to his ear where she whispered "You are turning me on, you know," and she began lightly sucking his earlobe. "Likewise," he whispered back as she withdrew her thumb from his mouth and inserted two fingers. That is when she felt a pair of hands on her hips. She inhaled sharply and tensed up when Robert whispered, "It's okay, Em, relax. Just pretend those are my hands. Keep your eyes closed and escape, Em. It's me." Emily hesitated, but then tried to imagine what Robert was saying. She was overwhelmed with emotion at the thought of Robert touching her. She felt she was about to cry and chose to stay in reality instead. She internally acknowledged it was Anthony touching her, and that Robert wanted it. She consciously chose to allow herself to enjoy the gift. While feeling hands firmly planted on her hips, she began focusing on Robert again and kissed his neck in a line down to his collar bone. She pulled his shirt to the side and gently bit his trapezoid since Robert could feel all the way to the tops of his shoulders. She felt Anthony press up against her and felt his hard cock pressing into her butt. She inhaled and exhaled, wondering what Robert must be thinking, but he moaned another "Mmmm, yes Em," reacting to her change in breathe. Emily moved both hands to the back of her husband's neck and returned to deep kisses on his mouth, while she felt the hands that were on her hips now rubbing down the front of both thighs. The sensation was overwhelming and at times she feared she might cry. To feel hands roaming her body was something she had given up ever feeling again, and now that it was happening she realized how deeply she longed to be touched, to feel hands move in a way that she could not do for herself. The unknown expectation of what they might do next had her shaking with anticipation. "Are you okay?" Robert asked, noting her trembling. "Oh yes, very okay. Just a bit overwhelmed." "Good," Robert whispered and he began kissing her face and neck as she stretched out her neck before him. Anthony's hands continued to gently rub her thighs, and then he went a little lower to her bare legs and rubbed his hands higher up her thighs under her dress. Emily arched her back and let a little moan escape her lips. She could feel the hard bulge pressing into her and she felt overcome with desire. Emily stood up straight and raised both hands above her head. Anthony correctly read the gesture, took the bottom of her dress, and very slowly lifted it up all the way over her head. "Fuck, that was hot." It was Robert who spoke, but all three were thinking the same thing. Emily continued to face her husband and she unhooked her bra from the front and threw it to the side. Anthony looked at her beautiful back, her tiny waist, her nice little round ass with a lacy thong that allowed him to see almost everything. He put his hands back on her hips and Emily went back to kissing her husband. Anthony let his hands roam her back, feeling the skin from her shoulders to her bottom, cupping both butt cheeks and firmly massaging them. He couldn't believe he was actually touching her freely and exploring her body. His cock was aching and dripping precum, so he pulled off his own shirt and dropped his pants, but kept his boxers on. He pressed his cock into her pussy from behind, feeling the heat radiating from her sex. He pulled her even closer to him by the hips, using the other hand to explore the front of her body. He felt her tits, her hard little nipples, and remembering what Mr. Flynn said she liked, squeezed her tit firmly and pinched the nipple rather hard, long and slow. Her hips bucked, and Anthony let out an involuntary groan as he pressed back into her. He bent down and kissed her back, but she continued to face and kiss her husband. Anthony let his hand roam down to the sweet spot between her legs, and pressed firmly on her mound through her panties. She was really squirming now, breathing deeper and intermittently moaning in pleasure. Emily stood up straight from her bent over position and this time she pulled a chair up in front of Robert's wheelchair. She turned it so that the back of the chair was to the side, then she pulled her panties off and tossed them aside. She got up on her knees and bent over to feed her husband her tits. Anthony couldn't believe what he was seeing. Mrs. Flynn must be feeling very comfortable by now, or extremely turned on because she just presented her ass to him, like a wild animal in heat. She was actually waving her ass slowly, almost taunting him, begging him to fuck her. He could see her pussy glistening and was so tempted to just shove his hard cock right into her, but he didn't. Instead, he massaged her ass again and teased her by not touching her pussy. He let his hands roam her body, but purposely avoided parting her lips even though he wanted to so badly, then she spoke, but not to him. "Robert, please tell him to touch my pussy. Please, I'm dying already." Robert laughed and said "You heard the woman," and Anthony parted her slick lips with a forefinger and slowly dipped into her hot wet hole, noting that she arched her back and pushed back into his hand. "Thank you," she gasped, which made Anthony laugh lightly, as he withdrew his finger and slid back into her again. Anthony was having a hard time slowing his own desire, but he knew the situation called for restraint and that it should be Mrs. Flynn setting the pace, but she was so hot and wet he knew she needed him. He watched his wet fingers dipping in and out of her pussy and really wanted to taste her. This was not something he and Mr. Flynn had talked about and he didn't really know if it was permissible, but then again he didn't say it was off limits. He was instructed to keep it natural, to let his own instincts and Mrs. Flynn's desire guide him. Anthony stared at his wet fingers now plunging in and out of her faster and couldn't take it anymore. He dropped to his knees between her legs and dug his face into her hot cunt. "Fuck!" she yelled, and at first he wasn't sure if he did the right thing until she added, "Fuck, I wasn't expecting that, it feels so damn good." And Mr. Flynn's simple, "Yeah, Em, that's my girl," let Anthony know it was okay to continue lavishing her sweet cunt, licking her lips, rubbing her clit with his hand. He used his other hand to lower his boxers and began squeezing his own cock, sure that he could easily cum if continued to eat her pussy like this. He rubbed his face side to side, using his lips, his nose, his hand, everything he had to bring pleasure to this tight little pussy that was now fucking his face, but then she stopped. "Okay, Robert. I want to get fucked." Robert laughed and answered "Of course you do," and he made eye contact with Anthony for the first time and gave the chin gesture that implied "go ahead." Anthony grinned and picked up his pants to fetch the condom from his pocket. Then, with his cock in his left hand and Mrs. Flynn's hip in his right hand, he placed the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy. She slowly slid back into him as he held still, taking his cock into her incredibly tight hole very slowly, so he could feel the walls stretching, feeling her tightness gradually encompass him. She continued her amazingly constrained slide, her pussy so tight and slippery. Anthony felt overcome with the sensations and after what felt like an eternity, she finally had her ass firmly pressed up against his abdomen. He could feel his balls pressed up against her mound, he could feel her wetness. He grabbed both hips and held her firmly for a few seconds, feeling he could cum if she moved. She remained still but he could feel her pussy throbbing on his cock. Her arms were around her husband's neck, she was kneeling on the chair in front of him, and Anthony had his cock buried deep in her pussy. He realized they looked like a scene straight out of a porn, except one guy was in a wheelchair, and he was surprised how normal it felt. Emily felt intoxicated without taking a drink. The feeling of having hands exploring her body was exquisite. And, she had a cock inside of her, not a plastic vibrating toy, but a flesh and blood throbbing cock, connected to a body with a mind of his own. She was no longer controlling the thrust or the speed, she was being fucked from behind while kissing her husband, and she loved it. She hated to admit how much she loved it, how much she missed it, but she was trying to stay focused and just enjoy the feeling, not knowing if this would be the one and only time she allowed a man beside her own husband to enter her body. Robert was whispering in her ear, "Does that feel good? Tell me Em, how does it feel." "So fucking good." "Keep talking Em, tell me what's going on." "My pussy feels so full Robert, and to have hands on me." She stopped, feeling guilty, but he egged her on. "Fuck, Robert, so good." Anthony was now plunging into her fully, but slowly, withdrawing and sliding back in, time and time again. He had one hand in front, applying pressure on her mound, while fucking her from behind. "Do you want it faster Em?" Robert asked. "Yes," she gasped, "And harder." And Anthony responded by pounding into her with fury. Emily felt herself near cumming and squeezed her hands into Roberts shoulders and even dug her fingernails in, which caused Robert to say "Yeah," and "That's my girl, let me hear you cum, baby." Emily's pussy began to squeeze Anthony tightly and he continued his thrust, but could not continue much longer as Emily arched her back and started moaning "Yes, yes, yes, oh it feels so good, oh yes, I'm cumming!" Her pussy spasmed all over Anthony's cock and she moaned loudly. Anthony had managed to hold back until he was sure she was satisfied, then he allowed himself to crest the peak of his own orgasm and drive his cock deep into her sopping pussy, feeling her wetness on his balls, allowing his cock do it's own throbbing and releasing of cum deep from within. Spurt after spurt as he plunged into her and felt the cum being milked by her tight pussy until his own convulsions subsided. He paused, then kissed her back and gently withdrew his cock. The Flynn's Experiment Emily kissed Robert fully on the mouth, then looked over her shoulder and said a quite "Thank you," to Anthony as he was retrieving his clothes and making his exit. Anthony answered, "No, thank you," on his way out. Emily crawled up on her husband's lap, something she rarely did for fear of hurting him in some way and nuzzled her nose into his neck. "Are you okay?" Robert asked? "I am. It felt absolutely amazing," she said, then thanked her husband and he laughed. "You don't need to thank me Em, I should thank you. You looked so amazing and sexy, and I loved seeing you get off like that. Next time I want to watch from a different angle." "You're already thinking of next time?" She laughed. "Of course, you know me." "I'm still in shock that I allowed that to happen." "It was inevitable, Em. It had to happen sooner or later. I'm just glad I got be in charge of it in some way. I'm glad we can still enjoy sex together. I'm happy that I'm still the man you love even though I can't stand up." "Oh Robert, you always were, and always will be." * * * * * It was amazing having sex with Mrs. Flynn. A little bit too amazing. We did it seven more times, and each time it was different and fantastic, but it always left me wanting. I didn't ever kiss her on the mouth and that started to really bother me. When it was over she understandably whispered with her husband while I gathered my clothes and crept out of the room. I actually started to feel like a creep. Before it started I was worried that Mr. Flynn might resent me or act differently, but if he did, he didn't show it. In fact, if anything he was cooler to me. Mrs. Flynn treated me the same as well, and they both seemed to be getting along great. It kind of burned me how normal they acted and even though I agreed to go along with it, I felt like an inanimate object at times. I didn't expect that I would develop feelings for her. I've had sex with plenty of girls in the past and managed to remain detached. I don't know if it was something about Mrs. Flynn or the fact that she belonged to someone else. When I went out with my friends and met women, I wasn't even interested. I thought about Mrs. Flynn way too much. As much as I loved my job, things had changed and I knew I had to quit. Mr. Flynn took it really bad and was pissed off at first, and then apologetic and blamed himself. He even offered to let me talk to that quack doctor of his, but no thanks. Mr. Flynn still wanted me to work for him and just call off the sex, but I couldn't do it. I needed to get away. It felt sick. I felt sick. I agreed to help him find a replacement and to help train the person. It was the least I could do considering how well he paid me. Besides, I wasn't coerced into the situation. Mr. Flynn still wanted to communicate with me through email and talk about stocks and other stuff and I agreed that would be cool. When the first applicant for the job showed up, he was a totally fit black dude fresh out of the service. I actually felt so damned pissed I couldn't even talk to the guy, I just kept thinking of him fucking Mrs. Flynn. But then the next applicant was an older guy, and the third was a female. It turns out Mrs. Flynn turned down his offer for more sex and said she tried it and enjoyed it, but didn't want to do it again. This made me feel a lot better. The new candidate turned out to be an ex USAF female. Her name is Jane and I teased her calling her GI Jane, which isn't cool since she was Air Force, but she teased me right back calling me a seaman. She's pretty cool and tough, not strong enough to lift Mr. Flynn alone, but Mrs. Flynn can help. Most important, she seems mentally strong and she'll need it to put up with Mr. Flynn. But she's pretty lucky too, because the new job description requires "A willingness to travel." It turns out Mrs. Flynn convinced Mr. Flynn to take a cruise to Alaska. Yeah, the job has some unusual perks. I think Jane's getting a better deal. I don't have any bad feelings towards the Flynns, really. He asked and I said yes. No one could really predict what would happen. I sure didn't. Anyway, I gave Jane my email and phone number. I think we should stay in contact, you know, just in case she needs some help handling her new boss.