19 comments/ 35824 views/ 1 favorites A Man with No Arms By: imsally I put this in the loving wives section because I am one I guess. I am married, my husband Tom and I have had some rocky points in our relationship but he is normally kind and good to me. Tom is also a little bit kinky, he likes me to dress sexy when we go out. Nothing crazy but I let some cleavage show and several of my dresses are split at the hem. I think Tom would like me to do even more than that but he really doesn't push that much. One time years ago he was unfaithful, that was a bad time. His partner at the time was part of that. I had inherited quite a bit of property, money. There were lots of bad dealings going on, I even left him for awhile. But Tom worked hard to win me back. The truth is a woman will put up with a lot when she is in love. Yes, I do love Tom, even with all of his flaws. Tom is a contractor and I am a Doctor. Well, I was a Doctor anyway, last year I quit my job and we moved to a huge ranch at the coast. The older woman who owned the property left it to her four sons, undivided. That kind of thing is a gauranteed fight of course. The only way to settle the estate was to sell it, there is over 300 acres, three homes, timber, equipment. Big barns and fields, huge trees up on the hill. The price was really right and we had cash, the family accepted our first bid and it was all ours. Tom was beside himself, excited at everything. Being from the city, I was almost instantly lost. I guess I have to say I wasn't really excited about it. Everyone I knew, every place I was used to was now all far away. I sold my house and the property I inherited out East of the city, the price it brought was not quite what I expected but it was still a lot. We sold off most of our other assets, too. The big house we bought already had everything, even a huge wood furnace. I had never experienced that kind of heating before, it really is comfortable. I soon got pretty good at starting a fire and tending it. I didn't sell the Corvette, though. My friend Lee had left me that car when she died, it was her husband's. It just sat under a car cover in the garage. It is a z06 model, bright red, something about being a 50 year collector car and only had 8000 miles on it. Tom wanted me to sell it but I refused and I am not sure even why. I really can't drive it because it has way too much power. Besides, a 43 year old housewife looks silly in a country town driving something like that, surrounded by men in huge pickup trucks. Tom drove the Corvette down to our ranch, by the time he got there he agreed with me about keeping it. He said they built that car to fit him. That was almost funny since Ted, the man who had it before was over six feet tall and heavy, Tom is just 5'10" and slender. My friend Lee had told me once that her husband Ted said exactly the same thing, almost word for word. We put the Corvette in the garage, covered it up. I know. It just sits there. But it is something left from Lee and her husband, something to remind me of a lot of things. I guess I am wandering around here, but then I really am not a writer. I told this story partly to an online friend and he suggested I try to write it. Life living on a huge farm out in the country is completely different than living near a big city like Portland. There it is noisy all the time, it never stops. People somehow get used to noise, I know I did. Here it is silent, except for birds and wild animals all the time. Tom showed me some tracks outside when it snowed, they were big. He said it was a big Cat but not to worry, it was more afraid of us than we would be of it. I wasn't too sure of that. I found it very hard to sleep at first, like something was wrong? Then I realized, it was the quiet. It also only took me about two months to begin to go crazy. I found myself looking out the window every few minutes to see if Tom was coming home. I was alone, bored. Nothing to do but housework and not much of that. Then sometimes Tom would be gone for several days on out of town jobs, those were the worst. I decided to look around for a job, something to use my skills at. I am a Doctor, before I worked in a Health Appraisal clinic. I was the Administrator, I mostly shuffled papers and handled referrals from what was in front of me. It was a place where I could fit, insulated from the illnesses and blood part of my profession. People were a piece of paper, stacks of documents, I read them carefully and referred the person to whatever specialist fit best. One thing about the medical field, jobs normally are not a problem. I could go to work seeing patients for almost anyone, I could even set up a private practice. The first place I called wanted me as a nurse, I didn't want to do that. I got several offers for different positions, then one Doctor working out of the local hospital mentioned an outpatient situation. It was dealing with trauma, and the healing process, part of some government programs. That one involved travelling to people who were at their homes but needed care. It was actually also basically a nurse, but it was also part time with just a half dozen people to deal with. I took that one. The pay was way under what I was used to but I really didn't care about that. There was one young woman that was in a vehicle accident, I knew that one would be up and around in short order. Another was an older woman who fell, then an older man with a hip injury. I realized quickly I would mostly be dealing with older people, something I don't mind doing at all. The last one on my list was David, a young man back from the military. I read the reports to prepare myself. His injuries were severe, I braced myself for what I thought would be difficult. He had lost both arms, one just below the shoulder, the other at the elbow. The report had no details about what had happened but I could guess. There had been months of hospitals, now he was living in a small apartment. He had been fitted him with one arm that he could use to grasp some things, but he couldn't bathe or really cook for himself. My job was to see him three times each week, the rest of the time a service company came in and helped with meals, cleaned up, cared for his needs. I expected to be greeted with anger, remorse, who knows what kind of mental problems a situation like that would create. Instead here was a good looking young man of 26, he opened the door and smiled at me. I noticed the odd latch on the door, he could hook it and pull and it opened. "I'm Sally, I am assigned to assist you." I told him. "Come on in, I am David," He said, stepping aside to let me enter his room. It was neat as a pin, everything seemed to be perfectly in place. "Coffee?" He asked. "Sure, that sounds good." I looked around for the coffee pot and some cups but he just walked to the counter, reached out with his arm and set two cups down. Then he picked up a small pot, poured two cups. He picked up the one, carried it over and sat it down, then walked back and got his own. I watched carefully, he had pretty good control over what was basically just a clamp. We sat and talked for quite a long time. He told me about how he was carving figurines, that surprised me. He showed me how he set a clamp to hold the piece, then he picked up a sharp tool and carefully began to carve. There were several pieces done sitting around, they really were quite good. "What do you do with them?" I asked. "I sell them in the gift shop downtown. They set them out and give me half of what they sell for." "Do you get a good price?" I asked. "Sometimes. Maybe $30, maybe $40. One sold for over $200 once." He grinned at me. That gave me an idea for later. "I think I can maybe help you with that." "That would be nice. I also set up an account at an auction site, see?" He walked over to a small computer, reached out with his clamp and tapped a key. The screen lit up, he sat down, put a small stick in his teeth and began to type. He used the end of the clamp on the keyboard, leaning forward from time to time to use the caps key and others. It was laborious, but effective. I watched that with interest, my mind flashing back to my friend Lee who was injured in that car crash a few years back that finally took her life. She had her left arm in a cast, wrote stories with her right hand and a pencil stuck in her teeth. It looked just like that, except here was this rather hunky looking guy. He had solved the problem in exactly the same way. Up popped a screen, he showed me he had an account, everything all set up. "Pictures? Can you take some pictures for me?" "Sure, I will bring my camera next trip." I told him, making a note in my book. "You seem to be doing pretty good." I smiled at him. "It hurts sometimes, and some...things are a problem." I already had a pretty good idea what kinds of problems. Bathing, toiletries, all the things we take for granted would be difficult if not impossible with just a clamp for an arm. I checked his well healed wounds, did the usual blood pressure, temperature, all was normal. Then I asked him if he needed bathed. "Yes, please." I ran some water in a basin while he removed his shirt. I saw it was attached with velcro strips. His shoes were the same, then he tugged the strip at his waist. "They come off easy, but getting them back on is a problem." He laughed. He stepped out of the pants and stood there waiting. There was no sign of modesty, he had probably long since lost all of that considering what he had been through. I have seen a lot of naked men, this young man was in very good shape. His chest was muscular, the pectorals more pronounced on the right from using the artificial arm. His hair was closely cropped, no concerns over combing it. I also noticed his member, it hung softly between his legs, a good 8" long. The tub was basically a washbasin, large enough to sit upright in but not lay fully down. The edge of it was padded with some kind of raised plastic covered lip. There were bars on each side, designed for his clamp to fit over to help him lift himself. I stepped up alongside him. "Use my shoulder for a brace." I told him. He reached out and pressed down lightly with the plastic part of his arm, then stepped into the tub. He reached out and held the bar, squatted down, then had to drop the last few inches to the builtin elevated seat. That created a small splash. "Sorry. I didn't mean to get you wet." "No problem." I laughed, wiping a few drops of moisture off my smock. I bathed him thoroughly, starting at his hair. I was also checking his body at the same time, looking for any signs of problems. There was what was obviously a bullet hole in his left ribcage, it made a small puckered looking brown spot. I checked his back, it had gone straight through, the back side was larger and heavily scarred. I noticed he started to erect slightly as I washed his stomach, so I quickly washed his penis and testicles. He grew almost instantly to a full 9 inches. "Sorry." He said. "No problem, I work with men all the time." I smiled at him, noticing he blushed slightly. I was pretending to not be interested, to not notice. But I couldn't help myself, David really was well built. I then lifted him as best I could, reaching behind to carefully wash his behind. I noticed it was muscular and firm, too. Then I finished up with his legs, helped him up and out. I picked up a towel and dried him off. He stepped over to his pants, there were no underwear. I understood that. He reached down and lifted one side with his clamp, pressed his hip against the counter to hold them up, then gripped the other side. He lost the first side in the process, started over. I reached down and lifted them up to his waist, he pressed the two velcro strips into place. "Thanks!" He said with that bright smile again. He pushed his short left stub into his shirt, using the clamp to tug it into place. Then he just ducked down and turned against the counter to roll the shirt around his shoulders, sliding his artificial arm into the sleeve. That was actually pretty slick, it was a practiced move. He pressed his feet into his shoes with no problem. I got my gear, prepared to leave. "Thank you, Sally. And thank you for washing me...my...The other woman wouldn't really." It took me a second to realize what he meant. "Oh. Washing your genitals? It's just part of the body, hygiene is important." He just nodded, but there was a faraway look on his face. I thought about him all the way home that afternoon. He was actually mentally sound, he had accepted and was trying to make the best of what was a bad situation. Tom was home ahead of me, he asked me how my day went. I told him about David, his injuries. "Poor bastard! His life is ruined." "No, I don't think so. David has a good attitude and is trying. Those statues and figures he carves are really quite good." "Statues? That's amazing. Man, if something like that happened to me I would figure out some way to get it over." With that he wandered off to the garage, leaving me to my thoughts. At the next session two days later, I took some photos for David. He had no problems loading them after I hooked up the wires, he typed surprisingly fast. In no time at all he had 3 items loaded and up for sale. I bathed him again, this time taking more care. He got a full erection again, neither of us said anything about it. I had a dream that night about that big foreskin covered penis sticking up out of the bubbles. I woke up horny as all get out, reached for Tom. Tom responded like always, afterwards he looked at me oddly. "What got into you?" He asked. "Oh, I was just in the mood." I purred, snuggling up tight to him. "Well, whatever it is, keep doing it!" He grinned at me, then promptly went back to sleep. I even went online to check David's auctions. There were no bids yet and I felt mildly bothered at that. For some reason I really wanted it to be a huge success. The weekend came and went, Monday found me eagerly heading down the coast to David's apartment. There was one change, he had been fitted with the second arm. But it was just an unmoveable arm and hand but it made him look more normal. Still, already he had learned to use it to hold things down while working with the clamp on the other arm. I watched as he lifted his left shoulder to set the prothesis forward, practicing pushing and moving small objects. David was an amazing man, I was becoming to realize. "Oh hey, I got a bid!" He said, all excited. He showed me on the screen, the bid was only $9.00 but it was there. I was tickled too. Then I checked all of his wounds, all were normal. His vitals again, part of the job, all normal. As I prepared his bath I realized it wouldn't be long before I would no longer be assigned to him. He was just doing too well, and government won't authorize expensive medical attention when a simple maid or the like will suffice. I cheated. I wrote in the report that he still needed attention with his right arm, and noted my concern about the need to watch carefully his progress with the new left one. I know why I did that, I wanted to come and see David. It gave me an excuse, because if I just went on my own? I did have a husband at home. It would feel like cheating, I didn't think I could do that. I just was not sure what was happening to me. Once again I bathed David, once again he erected firmly. I noticed his eyes glance at the open throat of my smock, realized he could see the tops of my breasts nestled in my bra. I just let him look. This time I even carefully rolled back his foreskin, washing it with little dabs while holding his shaft. His mouth came open and he stifled a small groan, I dabbed at the drop of clear fluid he released. Every instinct in my body told me to go ahead, help this young man I liked so much that was in obvious need. There was a small personal struggle, I managed barely to control myself. Then I slid his foreskin forward and released him. I blushed mildly at what I had just done. "Sorry, I hope that wasn't too much." I told him. "No, it's all right. You can do anything you want." I flushed again at that. That night I talked to Tom. I told him everything about David, about helping him with his work, bathing him, the long talks, everything. "He just has no way to take care of himself." I said. "I thought that was what you did?" He looked at me funny. "No, not medical. He really doesn't have anything medically wrong, he is just badly handicapped. He can't..you know..handle the male stuff." "OH! You mean he can't jack off?" He burst out laughing. "Yes, I mean masturbate." I said, mildly angry at his reaction. "David has obvious male needs and no outlet at all." Tom looked at me for a moment, then his eyes changed. "Well, help the poor guy out if you want to." "You wouldn't get mad?" "Hell, no. Besides he IS a fucking hero. It's not like you are sleeping with him or anything like that." I looked at him in surprise. I guess knowing Tom I shouldn't have been. Then he got a funny look, I knew that look. "You can tell me all about it when you get home." He said, as he started undoing the buttons on my blouse. We made sweet love twice back to back. He had done that before but only rarely. I decided to not be too concerned about Tom or his feelings. Plus I was looking forward to Monday. The notice came in the mail Saturday. I was reassigned to another client, an older woman, Diabetic and in a wheelchair. David had been released, a social worker assigned to him. I almost cried. Monday was to be my last visit to him. I knocked on his door Monday, he opened it, he was happy. "I sold all of them!" Were the first words out of his mouth. "I got $98 for one and $85 for the little one, and $132 for this one, plus shipping!" He was beaming as he showed me on the screen each item. "I even got paid already through this online account I set up." I reached out and hugged him, happy for him. He hugged me back as best as he could. "I do have one problem, I need to ship them." "Oh, right." I hadn't even thought of that, apparently he didn't either. "Mail maybe?" I looked at his figurines, they would fit in those boxes I had seen at the post office. "Be right back." I told him. I drove down to a stationary store, then to the post office. I bought a tape dispenser, checking several until I found one I thought he could operate. He would be able to start it with one arm and push down with the other to clip it off. I got a stack of boxes at the post office, those were free. I even bought some newspapers to use for padding, the figures were solid wood so I knew it wouldn't take a lot. I drove back to his apartment. He already had the labels printed. We sat and wrapped everything up, then I taped several boxes up and stacked them, ready to go. They had told me at the post office about their pickup service so I told David, he set up an online account for that. All handled, David was now in business. "OK. Ready for your bath?" I asked him, checking my watch. It was already late. "Sure." He smiled. I think he knew right then. I watched as he tugged the velcro strips, then stepped nude out of his pants. He was already half erect, now I was sure he knew. I felt my own body react, fought the urge to just undress myself. I took a deep breath. I helped him into the tub, began to bath him. I had one button more undone on my blouse than normal, I could feel his eyes on me. I had put on a sports bra, it was translucent, I knew a hint of my big dark nipples would show. He just sat there quietly as I washed him, his erection huge and poking upwards. A Man with No Arms Ch. 02 (Some tell me I need to write stories that can stand alone. That is hard to do without rewriting all of it again. So to help, I have been married 4 times, twice to the same man. I inherited a very large estate years ago when my close friend Lee passed away. I am an MD, also PHD so some say that should help me to know better. In truth? I am just...Sally.) * I suppose I should be ashamed to write this story. I do know that I would not want anyone who really knew me to know about it. So many warned me when I went back to Tom that he was wrong for me. I loved Tom though. Love makes us blind. A number of things happened, it all seemed to be almost all at once. For one thing, Tom and I left the city, and moved to a huge ranch at the coast. Tom managed to convince me that the clean air, slower lifestyle and quiet living out in nature would be good for us. There was a flaw that I did not really realize, and that is the fact that I am actually a city person. In the city, everything is close, there is noise and people around, even when I was alone I never really was. At our home out east of Portland there were neighbors. Plus there was my job at the Wellness clinic. As administrator, I shuffled papers, referred clients, handled inventory orders, things like that. I didn't really deal with anyone that was actually ill very much, they were all just names and notations, I referred them after a review to the specialist best suited in our system. Suddenly I was a housewife living on a monstrous farm, even the mail arrived nearly a full mile down a gravel road. At first it was impossible to sleep, I twisted and turned, got up over and over. Then I found myself napping in front of a TV set. There was work, but it was work on fences, wood to carry inside, we had a big fireplace. I soon learned to build and start one quickly, I learned how big it needed to be depending on how cold it was. Tom was in seventh heaven. He cleared brush, chopped wood, tended the smelly Cows he bought and turned loose out in the field. I spent a lot of time swatting flies, I am pretty sure the Cows are why there were so many. My van began to show signs of wear too, the road in and out was terrible and rough. We both shoveled a lot of rock but it all just seemed to vanish. My van soon had squeaks and rattles it never had before. The mechanic said something about a strut I think, so we had him fix that but it just did it again in a couple of months. When I complained to Tom about that, he went and bought me a bike. I remember looking at him in surprise, I hadn't ridden a bike since I was a little girl. But I rode it every day down to get the mail and back, just to please him. Even in the rain, I actually liked being out in the rain. For some reason on the bike I never got cold. That caused a change in my body, I tightened up in just a few short months. I stepped on the scales and I weighed just 128 pounds! I had noticed all of my clothes had gotten slowly looser and looser, I found myself tugging on the blue jeans I often wore to keep them up. I will never forget that day I really noticed, Tom was away on one of his jobs so I was all alone. I stripped naked and inspected myself carefully in the mirror. The oversize behind I was cursed with all of my life was gone! My stomach was as flat as a board, I had lost some size in my bust but the muscles had tightened up, the baggy sag I had before was not completely gone but it was sure better. I felt pretty good at that, so when Tom got home the next evening, I greeted him at the door wearing nothing but a pair of sheer red panties. They were rather tiny panties, too. Tom opened the door to me standing there and came to a stop. He started to say something, then he just reached for me. I was giggling like a schoolgirl as he tried to get his clothes off and lick me all over at the same time. We ended up on the carpet, Tom dove into me not just once but twice, after a short rest that we spent snuggled up in each other's arms. Then he got up and asked me what was for dinner. I pulled on a T-shirt and nothing else, cooked a quick meal and brought it out. "Sally, you sure have lost weight, country living is good for you!" He told me between mouthfuls. I was pretty happy right then, I knew I looked good and I felt good. Plus I had reached that stage in my life where I was feeling on the randy side pretty much all the time. I had even gone to see a local doctor about that, already knowing what his answer would be. I dampened at the idea of him touching and looking at me, my face flamed at that but I could not help it. He told me in a kind manner that I was perfectly normal and over time things would settle down. Then he grinned at me and told me I might as well relax and enjoy it. So I did just that, which meant I pretty much pestered Tom when he was home. The periods when he was gone for days at a time on jobs were the worst, though. It was during that time when I met David, the man I wrote about that was so badly handicapped. I broke all the rules of my profession and my own personal boundries, touched him intimately. That was difficult for me, probably more so than it was for David. I knew what I had to do, I needed to find someone else to deal with the situation. One of the other women that I worked with was named Janice, I pulled some strings and got her assigned to him. She was his age and quite attractive. Janice was no fool, she knew a catch when she saw it, three months later I stood by her side as she and David married. David came up to me afterwards, and kissed me on the cheek, saying thank you. He had a bit of a tear in his eye, so did I, I guess. I went back to my life, all of that had been a moment. I even told my Tom about it, it actually seemed to excite him. Since that did seem to excite him, I added more than actually happened between David and I. I did make one mistake, saying that David had reached out and touched my breasts. Of course he hadn't, he didn't have any arms. I hesitated, waiting for Tom to pick up on my lie, he didn't seem to even notice it. I used the stories to good effect, Tom responded nicely. But then Tom never did have any shortage in the virility department, what he lacked in size he more than made up for in firmness. I spent a lot of time and effort to shamelessly tease Tom, I wore skimpy clothing around the house and did everything I could think of to get him going. For several weeks things came very close to being just fine. Then a man named Brad that Tom contracted with for finish work came out for dinner. I spotted instantly that he walked oddly. Tom explained later that Brad had an artificial leg. I just nodded, that made sense and explained the strange manner of walking. "Brad sure is a good looking guy, isn't he?" Tom asked me. I just nodded, Brad was that, of course. "I know how much you like working with handicapped people." Tom said. "It's just part of my job, dealing with people with concerns." I was wondering what he meant. "Well, you sure enjoyed working with that David guy." Tom told me, a silly grin on his face. "Yes, I suppose." I was ready to change the subject and mercifully he let it slide. About a week later Tom called me in mid afternoon, explaining that he and Brad would be working on a bid they needed to get in early the next morning so Brad would just stay overnight. So I got the spare bedroom freshened up, put on sheets and bedding and ready. We never used it much, didn't even go in there in fact so things got dusty. Then I went in and began a nice dinner. I had a nagging suspicion in the back of my mind. I knew Tom had fantasies but other than a few times he never really pushed me much on any of them. Tom and Brad came in an hour or so later and went straight to the living room. They sat there and added up figures on materials and other costs. Then we all sat around the table and ate, they discussed more figures the entire time. I just listened idly, not really paying attention. Later they went into the living room again as I cleaned up. My ears perked up when I heard my name mentioned. Tom said something about how much weight I had lost and Brad was agreeing. Then Brad told Tom how lucky he was, but their voices dropped and I couldn't get all of it. I went into our bedroom and changed from my blouse and blue jeans into a simple housedress that buttoned up at the top, it was comfortable to lounge around in. I didn't put on a bra out of habit, I never wore one around the house any more anyway. The truth is I never even thought about it. Then I went in to join them, bringing along some glasses of wine. We all sat around and sipped, the wine was good and my belly was full, I felt myself begin to doze. I woke up some time later with a start, feeling slightly flushed at falling asleep in front of a guest. Tom and Brad were both just sitting there looking at me. I was slightly confused for a moment, then I realized that the top of my dress was unbuttoned. I quickly grabbed at the cloth and pulled it closed. "Tom! What did you do?" I accused. "Relax, honey, it's OK. I was just telling Brad how pretty you are." I just looked at him in surprise, Tom had never done anything like this before. He had hinted around, asked me to dress sexy and things like that but to just take advantage to expose me like that was way out of line. "Damn it, that isn't funny!" I protested. "Oh it's all right honey, you are beautiful and Brad doesn't mind. Do you, Brad?" I looked at Brad and he looked mildly uncomfortable, but he was staring at my chest where I held the top together. I got up and went into our bedroom, closed the door. "Damn him!" I thought. I sat there on the bed thinking. Tom had undone the buttons on my top while I dozed, he had actually deliberately exposed my breasts to a guy who really was almost a stranger. Was that what he wanted from me? I wondered. I got even more angry, I decided to fix him. I pulled the dress over my head, reached into my drawer and got that tiny little red panty out. I took off my white ones and put on the red one, then looked at myself in the mirror. I just walked back out into the living room and sat down. It was Tom's turn to be surprised, he sat there with his mouth open. Brad's face was flushed, he had the same shocked expression on his face, too. Neither one of them said a single word. "Well? Is this what you wanted?" I asked. "Honey, I..." Tom squirmed in his seat, he knew I was pissed off. "You were sure right, she is gorgeous!" Brad finally said to Tom. "Why thank you, Brad. I am glad you like me." I put my hands under my breasts and lifted them, letting them drop. He just grinned some more. "Maybe you should go put your dress back on?" Tom said. "No, I am perfectly comfortable just like this!" I said, stretching my legs out. I knew my dark bush showed clearly through the sheer material, my lips covered barely by the tiny shadow panel. I saw Brad's eyes drop down as I stretched. Tom reached for a cigarette, he only smoked when he was very nervous or working hard on a bid for a job. "Besides, you obviously wanted Brad to see me, so now he can." I stood up smiling, looked right at Brad. Then I reached down and slid the panty down my legs, stepped out of them. Brad was grinning ear to ear now. I turned around, slowly bent over to pick the panty up off the floor, giving Brad a solid peek between my legs from behind. I grinned at Tom, then went back to our bedroom. I closed the door, then took a shower and went to bed. I could hear them talking in the other room but I couldn't make out the words. The conversation seemed animated. I felt myself dozing off, but woke back up when Tom came in and slid into bed beside me. He reached out and stroked my side but I kept my back to him. "Sally? I never dreamed you would do anything like that." He said. "Well, it was what you seemed to want." I answered. "OK. That's all right. I was just thinking..." "Thinking what?" "Maybe you could..you know?" "Maybe I could what?" I asked again. "Well. Go in and...Take care of Brad?" Tom seemed hesitant. I rolled over and looked at him. "So that is what you want? You want me to go in and fuck Brad? Is that it?" "I was just thinking..Maybe spice up our sex life a little?" Spice it up? For weeks I had been doing everything I could think of to do exactly that. "Tom, I am not going to go fuck your friends!" "Oh. Well. It's up to you of course." He reached around and fondled one of my breasts, I knew he wanted to make love now. I rolled back over, ignoring his efforts. Tom finally gave up and lay back. Soon I heard his soft snores. I lay there for a long time, thinking. I was putting the last suitcase into my van when Tom came out the next morning. "What are you doing?" He asked. "I am going home, Tom." "Sally, no! Please? I am sorry, I won't..." "Tom. I can't take any more of this, I don't belong here. You need a different kind of woman than me." "Sally, please?" I got into the van and started the engine. I saw Tom was still standing there as I drove down the driveway. I stopped at the gate down by the highway and thought for a long time. Then I put the van into gear and drove on. I was back to Portland in 4 hours. I called a friend I knew from the clinic I used to work at. I asked her if I could stay for a few days while I sorted things out, she said sure and she would be happy to see me. It only took me a couple of weeks to find a little house out in east county, there were lots of choices. It even had a small garage, Tom gave up quickly on the Corvette since I had the same lawyer I used before. I just let them sort out the details, it didn't take long. Tom ended up making me monthly payments on the ranch at the coast, I didn't even ask for anything else. I also applied at the clinic and was hired instantly. Not at my old job but back to dealing with clients. I knew I could do that and with turnover high, one day I would get my old job back if not a better one. Tom called several times, begging me to come back. Finally the calls slowed down, and then they stopped. I even got a call from Brad, asking me for a date. I have no idea how he got my phone number. I turned him down, he never called again. I was thumbing through the newspaper ads several months later and saw the photo. My old house, the one I had inherited from my friend Lee when she died. I bought it, for quite a bit less than I had sold it for. It seemed that the real estate market was down, I really hadn't been paying attention to that. It was like the sun came out the day I walked into the living room out there. I really did love the place, it was home. I just rented out the other little house I had purchased, no point in trying to sell it they told me. I was home! Full circle. I looked at the piles of boxes, it was going to take me some time to sort it all out. I went into the kitchen, picked up the mail. The big brown envelope sat there, the green tag on it where I had signed for it. I knew what that was, a huge check. It came every year and would for another decade or so. The check was from the Casino win I had inherited from Lee, also. As I was looking at it, the phone rang and I answered. It was Terry, the real estate agent I had met when doing the house deal. At 42 and single, Terry is a nice looking man. We already went out a couple of times and had fun, getting to know each other. Conversation with him is easy, we even dance together well. Sex? I have been in the mood, but Terry hasn't asked yet. Maybe tonight, who knows? Maybe. Maybe I will ask him? I am Sally. I am alive. Full circle, I am home. A Man with No Arms I deliberately took my time, knowing he was looking at me. I felt the flood of dampness between my legs. Finally I reached his groin, wrapped my left hand around his shaft. I had gripped him before but that was all. I looked up at him with a smile. "Is this OK?" I asked. "Yes, Sally. Yes it is." I began to stroke him, then I reached down with my other hand and rolled his foreskin back. I spread the slippery soap all over it, then wrapped that hand around him too. He sighed and tipped his head back for a moment, glancing down to where my hands were sliding up and down his length. "You are so wonderful!" He said between his clenched teeth, looking again at the open throat of my blouse. His eyes were glazed but he never took them off my breasts. I let my shoulders fall forwards even more, improving his view. My own breath quickened into short gasps, I felt myself dampen even more. I began even longer slow steady strokes, squeezing lightly as my hands moved outwards. His erection became firmer, I reached underneath and stroked his testicles. They were pulled up tight. Then I felt the surge as he exploded in spasm after spasm, I let my grip tighten and release with each burst. I could not help myself, I had a small orgasm myself. Finally I felt him soften, I held him in a firm grip. He didn't go hypersensitive like Tom does so I sat there and just held him firmly for a long time. "Oh, God. Thank you so much!" "My pleasure." I said. I was telling him the truth. I finished his bath, dried him and helped him dress. Then I had to break the news. I explained the change to his care, and that he didn't need me any more. "Yes, I do!" He said, his eyes wet. "David, I.....There isn't anything I can do.." "You can come see me anyway." Yes, I could do that, of course. I wasn't sure. I would need to talk to Tom, the idea was likely to excite him. In fact, I was sure it would excite him. I would tell him at dinner, we could go out. I had some oufits he was sure to like. I would see. "I will try to see if I can work that out, David." As I leaned in and kissed him on the lips. He beamed at that. "How does next Sunday sound?" "Great!" I was humming to myself on the way home. I kept clamping my legs together, I was feeling a bit randy. I even pulled my blouse open, rolled one of my nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I think one man in a van nearby me saw that, too, he kept speeding up to pace me and looking my way. I got a laugh out of that, covered myself back up. Tom had better be ready, I had plans for him. I did have a worry. David might become obsessed, as much as I liked him and wanted to help him, I didn't want that. As much as I wanted to just strip down and climb on him, I knew I couldn't. I had a husband at home. Yes, he wouldn't mind what I had just done, in fact he probably would get off on the story I had for him. Full of flaws, sometimes an ass, but he was my husband. I knew what I needed to do. I needed to find David a lady friend. I knew that just might prove difficult, but then..who knows? Maybe not.