10 comments/ 43071 views/ 4 favorites The Cycle Accident By: jakewho69 Jakewho69 wrote most of his stories back in 2002- 2005. He is a genuine working class guy, and his characters sound like real people. Many of the plot elements he used have been picked up by others. He's an old man now, no longer writing and not in good health. I am slowly re-posting his stuff with his permission. If you like it, say so in your comments and votes. If you don't spare yourself the effort. Chilley Willey * My name is John Lane and right now I'm lying in the St. Luke hospital, trying to recuperate from a cycling injury. Last weekend I was winding my Harley up on I-90 to pass a truck that was in the left-hand lane. He was passing a slow moving van so I took him on the right side. I figured I would pull out in front of the trucker before I came up to the van he was trying to pass. I figured I had enough time to do this. I have done this hundreds of times. The last I looked at the speedometer, I was doing seventy-five and I had just cranked it up. That is the last I remember.

 From the reports that I heard, the trucker blew the retread on his right hand side and I hit a piece almost half the size of his tire. The bike and I flew to the right, landing in soft dirt and mud. We had been airborne and jumped a cement divider that was meant to keep traffic out of the work area on the right hand side. Then I was doing how many flips I don't know. Everyone that stopped behind me figured I had bought it and was surely dead. I had my full leather gear on, which I bought a while ago, along with my new Bell helmet that I purchased with the new bike. 

 I was one banged up guy. I had broken both my legs and my right arm. My back was also all bruised up but it was not broken and I was not paralyzed. I guess I should have thanked my lucky stars for that. My lung was punctured from broken ribs and my kidney, heart and liver were bruised. I had hit a construction zone where they were going to add another exit ramp and the construction had just started and it was all dirt. It had rained pretty heavily the day before so the ground was soft with plenty of mud that saved my life.

 Lying there in the hospital bed, I watched the nurse washing my black and blue penis and balls. The penis was twice the size it is when it is hard and the balls had to be three to four times bigger than normal. I had asked the doctor about them and he told me the swelling would go down with time. Most of my body was black and blue from the beating I got tumbling over and over.

 I guess I should tell you a little about myself. I'm forty-seven and June, my wife, is forty-five. We have been married for twenty-five years and our two kids are now out of college and on their own, with good jobs. I had bought the cycle for myself as a present for doing a good job raising the kids and putting them through school. The bike was only a week old and had less than three hundred miles on it.

 I had gotten the bike on our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary on May 13. The kids threw us a surprise party and invited all our friends, so I didn't get to ride the bike all that weekend. My parents and her parents saw the bike and both said that it was the worst decision of our married life. Our kids were not too happy with it either. The kids both stayed with us that weekend, along with their boyfriend and girlfriend. Her parents stayed with Sal and mine stayed at Ben's house. We partied Friday and Saturday so Monday I didn't feel like driving the cycle to work, as I was still hung over.

 I had another cycle when we first got married and I drove that for twenty years. But when we went on trips I would borrow another cycle from friends. Their cycle was better riding and more reliable than my older cycle. I would ride my cycle to work, weather permitting. I have borrowed other cycles and June and I took weekend trips with them to see the sights. We would stay in motels or with friends that we visited on the trips. We always had a great time, except of course when we would run into rain, but that didn't happen very often. 

 So when I told June I wanted to get one she did not put up much of a fight; she just told me to be careful with it and not to take any chances on it. The week I got the cycle it was overcast and not the best riding time, so I didn't put too many miles on it. 

 The weekend of the accident we were going for a ride in the country to do some sightseeing. She had to run to her mothers with medicine for her dad so I had about an hour to kill before we started out. I took it out on I-90 for a quick spin. That quick spin came close to ending my life. 

 The cops were at our house when she came back and she called her parents and they all came right up to the hospital. When she got there they told her at the hospital that I was in critical condition and it was touch and go with me. I was in a coma for three days and they took a ton of CT scans of my head and back to see if I was paralyzed or broken bones and see what internal damage was done. I had headaches for a month after but they finally went away.

 When I finally came out of it I didn't remember any of it till a week went by. My head hurt but there were no facial scars; it just hurt like hell. Both my legs where in traction and had casts on them. My right arm was also in a cast. I guess if people that saw the accident, they would have said it looked like an Evil Knievel jump that went all wrong.

 I stayed in the hospital almost two weeks and then went home to get better. June took good care of me and plenty of neighbors came by to check on me when she was at work. My friends that got out of their offices came by to help me and to check on me. The same went for the wives of my guy friends. They would come by and help when they could. They would feed and dress me somewhat or even empty my pot. 

 Frank's wife, Fran, even gave me sponge baths a few times and did my joint and balls. I was in so much pain and I could not even get a hard on while she did this. I always had the hots for her too and we always joked around grabbing each other. Fran asked me about my penis. "Is it dead and going to fall off? The poor thing looks so sad. I bet you want me to give it CPR. Well, think again, big guy. If I did it for you, you would be telling all the guys and Frank would hear about it. But if it falls off I want it for a dildo to practice on," and we both laughed.

 All of us guys always grabbed at the other wives when we fooled around but nothing ever came of it that I know of. The eight of us were very tight and had lots of fun. Frank and Fran Smith, Ben and Betty Ford, Sal and Sally Morgan and of course us made up the group. We all met through the kids' sports and have been best of friends ever since.
They say I saved Sal's life. We four guys were out golfing on the backside when he went down with a heart attack. I gave him CPR and then Frank ran to the clubhouse to call for an ambulance. None of us had a cell phone. I got tired after a while of doing the CPR and told Ben to help me. He said he couldn't do it after trying for awhile of doing it. He wasn't doing a very good job and I was going to take over again. He said he was too shook up and was going to get sick himself. I took over again and it was twenty-two minutes till rescue arrived and I was one tired guy.

 Sal was about two hundred and sixty pounds at the time but now is down to two-ten. He is back in good health and had no major damage to his heart. The doctor credits me with quick thinking and doing a good job with the CPR. I felt good about helping him out. When June would go out on weekends shopping, she would have Shelly stay with me in case I needed anything. Shelly lived down the street and was going to school to become a nurse. She was a fairly hot chick and for two years I was her softball coach when she was in high school. She even gave me a sponge bath sometimes and she even wanted to do my privates parts but I wouldn't let her at first. 

 She said she had to do it at school to pass her grades in school so I should help her to graduate. I finally gave in and she washed it and played with it. Damn, a pretty girl of eighteen playing with my cock but I could not get hard. I knew right then that something was wrong with me. She was amazed at how black and blue it still was but told me it wouldn't be long and it will be back to normal.

 One day she finally asked me, "Is something wrong with it because it's so small and will not get hard. My boyfriend is hard all the time. I have never seen him soft as a matter of fact. I didn't know guys where this small except for the ones I baby sit for but they're are all under five."

 "It gets big and it gets hard. I'm just under the weather right now. I think it's just the meds that I take."

 "Yes, they tell us that medicine can do that to a guy or a woman and that you may have to change medicine or stop taking them to get better."

 "I'll have to talk to the doctor next time I go see him."

 "Well, the nurses doing our training said when we wash a guy's penis, they will get hard and big and some might even shoot at us and to aim them away so we don't get any on us. They also say to wash it fast and sometimes it won't get a chance to get hard enough to shoot. I have been playing with yours for a long time to see if it would get hard but nothing works. You want me to put it in my mouth like I do with my boyfriend to see if anything is wrong with it, Mr. Lane."

 "No, Shelly, that's alright. I would appreciate it if you didn't go around telling people I couldn't get it up."

 "Oh, I won't, you can be sure of that, Mr. Lane. I guess I should call you John, since I'm holding your cock in my hand."

 I think all the women in our group have seen my cock at one time or another as I was being nursed back to health. I guess they all heard how black and blue it was and it looked like it was ready to fall off in the beginning. I think they all wanted to be there when it did. Shit, they might even have a pool going on the day that it would fall off. Yes, they all did make comments on it too, about it being so small and not hard. They all knew that I was sick and could not get hard. 

 They would make different comments like "Sal gets that small as soon as he shoots a load" or "Ben is like that when he is drinking and it sometimes takes me twenty minutes till I can get it up."

 June When I got back from Mom's house, there was a police car parked at our house. I really didn't think anything about it till an officer headed for me as I parked in the driveway. The garage door was down so right then I realized that John had taken the bike out for a short ride. Then I saw the sad worried look on the officer's face and I knew something bad had happened to John. My stomach did flips and my knees where weak as I held onto the car while he told me John got hurt, he was in the hospital, and the officer would take me to the hospital. I heard him say that he was in bad shape and we should hurry. Then when he saw how it affected me I think he was sorry that he had said too much to me.

 I called Mom and Dad to meet me at the hospital, telling them that John had an accident. I didn't say that much as I really didn't know much, and I didn't want to upset them and have them upset as much as I was. I cried all the way there and then when we got there they had John in CT scan to see what was damaged and how bad. I guess that is when I lost it and don't remember very much after that.

 When John was home recuperating, all our friends came by to help with what they could. I stayed home from work for two weeks because that was all the time I had. I would ask John how his day went when I came home from work. He was always cheerful and would tell me exactly who came by plus what was said. I had a hard time seeing him so cheerful when I knew how bad his whole body got thrown around so hard.

 At the hospital I saw a nurse washing him and his testicles looked like they had rotted and where going to fall off. I had to leave the room before I cried all over the place. His whole body was all black and blue and I wondered how he ever pulled through it alive. I washed him at home and it started to get back to normal and I was so relived seeing the color return to it and the swelling going down.

 When I washed it after he was home for awhile when he was feeling better I thought I would play with it and get him hard and give him a blowjob as I knew he needed something to cheer him up. It was to no avail, as he did not get hard no matter what I did with it. I even took it in my mouth but had no luck getting it up for John.

 John

 Around the fifth week I would sit in my wheel chair and I would spend a lot of time on the computer and check out the porn sites. Once in a great while I would get a hard on but it didn't last very long - a few minutes at the most. It felt good knowing that it still could get hard. It gave me hope for the future. It's been six weeks without any sex and I figured I could use something to cheer me up even if it was just a blowjob. But then even for a blowjob you need it to get hard.

 I talked to the doctor about not getting erections and he said it was more or less some of the medicine I was taking and when I was off them I would be just as good as new. He also said it could be due to the jolt that my whole body took in the accident and that may take longer. He said it wasn't something he was worried about. Hell, no, it wasn't his problem; it was mine so why should he worry. I was taking about six different pills but the pain was still getting to me. I thought I had a high pain tolerance but this was just too much. Beer helped a lot with the pain but then I couldn't go to the bathroom to pee I had to do it in a pot and June would empty it for me.

 The sixth week Shelly sat with me while June went to our group party. She didn't want to go but I insisted she go and have some fun. She already missed three of them, I think, by staying home and watching me. She had been waiting on me hand and foot for six weeks now so I figured she needed a break to unwind from all of this. This was the first party she would be going to without me. She said she would be home early but I told her to stay till the end and have fun. They all were friends, so she could relax and have fun and enjoy herself

 Sometimes one of the guys at the parties- and it has happened to me a couple times - gets into the beer too much and ends up sleeping on someone's couch for the night not being able to be woken up or just too drunk to drive. The wife drives home by herself or walks for that matter. In fact it happens three-fourths of the time that we all party.

 Well, Shelly and I had a good time and, oh, yes, she washed it and we had a good talk and I found out a lot about her and her family. June and I figured her parents were swingers and also some of the neighbors thought the same thing. Shelly confirmed to me that her parents did some trading with one other couple they grew up with. Shelly said she snuck down stairs one night and watched them and from that point on she watched them a lot more.

 "Do all couples screw around like that, John? Do you and June ever fool around and change off partners?"

 "No, we hang with a group of eight of us and it has never happened. We grab a tit or feel it now and then and grab a handful of ass but there is no sex."

 "Well, I'll tell you my parents are into it big time. I have even seen my dad stick it into Carol's ass while Mom was screwing Jack on the couch."

"Yes, I would say they do it big time then."

 "Ned wants us to get engaged but I'm not sure if I'm ready. I only had sex with two guys. Well, go all the way, I mean. I gave blowjobs to about six guys and let a few of them finger me and I kind of like fooling around with different guys. I don't think I'm really ready to settle down just yet. All the girls go out at school on the weekends to Joey's Bar and I like to go with them and latch on to some new guy."

 "Well, I guess the way you feel there is no sense in rushing it till you are ready to settle down. There is too much divorce out there right now. Just protect yourself from disease and from getting pregnant. Be safe, kid; you got your whole life ahead of you."

 "Do you ever think of fooling around?"

 "Yes, but then I think of losing June and the kids and I think better of it so I keep it in my pants. Hate to think of my marriage going in the toilet for a few minutes of fun. We been married over twenty-five years now."

 "Well, if you ever do cheat, look me up. I would like to see how an older guy treats a girl." 

 I kind of laughed it off and around midnight the two of us were watching TV when I fell asleep.
I woke up at eight to find that Shelly left me a note saying she had to go to work and would see me later in the week. She said June didn't come home yet but she had to go. I reached for my pee pot and tinkled in it.

 At ten I heard a car in our driveway and then the front door closing. Next sound was noise on the stairs and then June standing in front of me with a big ass grin on her face.

 "What a time I had at the party, John. This was one of the best parties ever," said June as she was taking her jeans off and just had on her small panties.

 "I danced with all the guys and I could feel them pushing me around the dance floor with their big joints. I'm so damn horny and wet and we haven't had sex in two months I don't think." Then she handed me her panties as she took them off.

 "Smell them and feel how crusted the panties are from the night out. I really think I came just from dancing. Boy, I was so horny. They had a new friend there from down the street. Rich. He is a Captain, flies fighters for the Navy, and is stationed out at the base. He was making moves on me all night long. His wife isn't here yet and he is as horny as I am, I think. His hands were all over me."

 "What time did you go to sleep? Did you sleep at the Captain's house?"
 She said: "No, I slept on the couch at Fran's house and she covered me up. Shut up, now. I want you to suck my pussy for me. You think you will be able to do it?" As she crawled up on my chest throwing a leg over each side of me while she sat on my chest. "Let me know if I hurt you or it hurts and I will stop."

 "Go for it. I'll tell you if anything hurts. Don't worry about me." 

 She crawled on up and lowered her pussy right on my face as I licked and sucked her pussy for her. She was so damn wet and her fluids were all over my face even though we had just started. A few times it was hard for me to breathe as her pussy cut off my airway. She was pumping it for all she was worth. Once I got scared thinking she was going to break my neck. It was like she wanted to knock my head right off my shoulders. I had to tell her to take it easy a few times or she would kill me. I was just going to tell her to get the hell off me when she screamed and rolled off on to her side of the bed and just lay there saying how wonderful it was and how bad she needed it.

 Me? I was scared and wondered what they would put on my autopsy report on how I died. I was happy for her but was thinking that I never got hard at all while I was doing her. This was a first for me that, while we had sex together, I didn't get a hard-on. I guess the meds had me royally screwed up. I looked at her while she was telling me how great it was. She had taken her shirt and bra off.

 "Let me rest for a few minutes, John, and then you can do me again and then I will do you to or do you want me to do you first?"

 "No, when you are rested I will do you again. I really don't think with the medicine I can get it up anyways."

 "Well, we can try. It doesn't cost anything to try. Who knows? It might just work this time."

 The Cycle Accident "While you're resting tell me more about last night. Did you do anything that will come back to bite me in the ass."

 "Well, yes, I guess I did. I'm sorry I was just too damn horny from not getting any."

 "Well, what did you do?"

 "Well, when I was dancing I was doing the dirty dance with the guys and we had some body contact. Fran even told Frank she didn't want him dancing with me anymore. The other girls just took it as drunken fun. All the guys where poking me with their peckers when we did a slow dance and I guess I may have poked back. Well, I know I did." "So you didn't go home with the captain?"

 "No, but I think he would have wanted me to. I think Sal told him to back away from me as he was getting too far out of hand. I saw them in a corner and Sal was right in his face and I believe that is when he told him because after that he never asked to dance with me again. In fact he stayed away after that. I asked him to dance and he gave me some dumb excuse and I don't even remember what it was but I do know it was dumb at the time."
 "I do remember about an hour later he left and I kissed him goodbye and he slipped me the tongue but that's because I slipped the tongue to him first." "He was hard too and he poked it right to me. Boy was I awful last night. I have never slipped anyone the tongue except you. So how about you poking your tongue in my wet pussy for a little while?" She once again climbed on to my face. It lasted longer than the first time, as she kept one leg straight out and kept pressure off my face with her body. This way she had all the control on how much pressure to put onto my face. She did talk dirty to me a lot about eating her pussy. She even tried to move up so my tongue would hit her ass from time to time.

 Later after she rested some more, she tried to do me but the damn thing would not respond at all. She gave up after a half-hour. Well, I told her to stop as it was depressing me. She took her shower and came back and washed me up and then got us breakfast and coffee as she told me some more about last night. 

 She told me, "I'm not sure but Captain Rich might have felt my breast. I had my shirt open down to four buttons. I usually open only one button but when, I want guys to see and be sexy, I will open a second one but four buttons takes it below the bra so I don't know why I did four buttons. I wanted someone to touch them in the worst way because I was so horny. I thought that Sal might have seen it when Rich touched them as he slid a hand in and then Sal put a stop to it."

 I asked, "Are we or you allowed back to anymore parties?"

 "I will call them all when I go downstairs and apologize for what I did. They won't say much. All the girls have done worse at one time or the other. Remember when Sally showed all of us the new throng she had on and then showed us the crack in her ass where the string was. Plus the pussy hair in front stuck out of her thong. You want me to call from up here so you can hear everything and know what's going on?"

 "Sure, call them from up here, June."

 We talked for about two-hour with the whole group of eight of us talking at different times. They were lots of joking around and fun for all of us. We all made a date at our house for next week when my cast comes off. All of us guys loved to watch the baseball games so we planned to watch the game in the afternoon and that night have a party. We even asked our parents over for the cast removal. The parents never stay late as they like to get home before dark.

 John

 The seventh week I went to the doctor's to have my casts off my legs and arms. I was walking around the house but the pain in my back and body would not go away at all. I guess I had more nerve damage in my back that was causing all the pain from what the doctor told me. He put me on just two pills instead of the six that I was on. They both were for pain and he told me to use them only if needed. 

 So it was on to the beer for pain and plenty of peeing. The main thing was I was not cooped up to just the bedroom and could pee all by myself by just walking to the bathroom which was a great thrill for me. Little things in life that we never think about till you can't do them we take for granted. I took another two weeks off before I went back to work. I was a shop foreman for a maintenance department and I could sit at my desk if I wanted to all day. Usually I'm checking on the guys and talking to them out on the floor. We also had guys at different site locations and I would go there to check on then. I was pretty free to do what I wanted most days as I had a good support staff and didn't really have to worry about them.
Shelly would come over to talk while I was home for the two weeks and she kept me amused. This girl really liked sex from what I could gather from her. She and the boyfriend broke up and she was scouting around. She offered to play with my penis to see if it would get up but I declined, as I didn't want June down my neck and cutting it off before I had a chance to use it. I did show it to her as the swelling went down and it had its color back. It almost looked normal again; it just didn't get hard.
In the twelfth week after the accident we went to Sal's house for a party. I drank non-alcoholic beer and washed the labels off so no one would know what I was drinking. I didn't want people to know I wasn't drinking. Rich the Captain came with his wife now that she was with him. They came as friends of Frank and Fran. As time passed, seemed like it was the dullest party we ever had. I didn't know if it was me or because I was not drinking or what it was.
Around midnight, June said, "Let's play strip poker or watch a porn film that Sal has stashed in his closet. This has to be the dullest party we ever had." 

 All the people agreed with her. Next there were a bunch of keys thrown in the middle of the room. We all laughed, as we knew it signified swapping wives for the night. It was an old standard joke that we used to tell. We had never actually done anything like that at all.

 Fran said, "Okay, I'll get the porn film. We just got two new ones today from the video store and haven't seen them ourselves yet. One rule is you can't sit with your own mate and I'm sitting with Sal," as everyone screamed with laughter.
We watched the movie and then one of the girls called out switch after twenty minutes or so. That set the procedure for the night: one of them called out switch every twenty minutes from then on. We all laughed but changed partners when we did. While the movie was going on the guys would kiss the girls and grab a tit or two plus feel their ass. This made the girls feel wanted and proud of their bodies. I just love cheering up the women. 
After the movies, things picked up. There was more dancing and joking around with each other. You could see how some of the guys were dancing and pressing a hard cock into the women as they danced. You also could see the women pressing right back into the guys. The night as a whole turned out pretty good.

 June

 I was getting horny all the times I had to wash John's joint. I wanted him to get hard again and let him take care of me. Our sex life had picked up a hundred percent after the kids had left the house for school. I seemed to enjoy sex a lot more now that I knew the kids couldn't hear us anymore. The sixth week the group had another party and John had insisted that I go to it to relax. He said I needed it seeing what a good job I had done taking care of him. At first I refused but then thinking of having a warm body next to me dancing I finally said I would go but not have any fun because he was not with me.

 We had a sex bomb down the street in the name of Shelly. She was eighteen. She had been taking care of John off and on. I figured or hoped that she would give him a hard on, as she was young and sexy. She was going to school in the city to become a nurse. Well, Shelly said she would spend the night with him till one but then had to get some sleep for school. I told him I would be home way before one.

 What I didn't know is how horny I really was or what a good time I was going to have. As soon as I got there I started right in on the drinks to relax. I guess I overdid it, as I was too relaxed, I guess. Every guy I danced with I buried my tits right into his chest and pushed in with my butt to get my pussy close to his joint. I wanted to dry fuck everyone there. No, I wanted to dry fuck the world right about then. 

 All the guys accommodated me with their joints and I danced all the tunes with one guy or the other. To my luck a friend of Franks came without his wife. I didn't know him and he didn't know me so I paid big attention to him since I would never see him again. I had opened a few buttons on my shirt and finally all of them. It was just stuck into my jeans by then. I was mad as I should have removed my bra and stuck it in my purse because I wanted someone to suck on my tits. Damn, was I horny! 

 As I said I played up to Rich and a few times he slipped his hands into my bra but it didn't help. I wanted him to take them out and do a good job sucking the hell out of them. I guess Sal saw what was going on so he had a talk with Rich. Rich backed off after that and wouldn't talk to me anymore. So I played up to the rest of the guys. Frank told me his wife Fran was pissed at me and told Frank to back off from me but Frank never listens to his wife.

 An hour later Rich was leaving by the front door. I grabbed him and stuck my tongue down his throat trying to touch his balls with my tongue. He gave it right back. My pussy plus his cock was making good time too. He was talking to Frank as I snuck out the back door.
Rich left by the front door but would cut through the back yard to go to his house. I caught him. We kissed and tongued each other. It wasn't long before he had my tits out to suck on them. The ground was wet, as the sprinklers shut off an hour ago. I don't know if I would have fucked him on the ground if it were dry. I was going crazy as I pumped up against him. I finally reached down and pulled his cock out while I played with it. He shot a few minutes later on the house as I pointed it there giving him a hand job. We kissed before he left and no one knew I was missing; the whole thing only took maybe ten-fifteen minutes. When I came inside I played up with the other guys till I passed out on the couch and someone covered me up. So much for getting home early and taking care of John. I left the next morning sometime.
In the morning when I went home I was all over John. I think I was too forceful as I pushed my pussy right into his face, I think he had a hard time breathing but I wanted to be eaten. I tried to blow him but it would not get hard and I tried everything. I worked on it for over half-hour with no luck. I told John just what happened last night. But of course I gave him a mild version of what happened so he would not get upset.

 The next week the party was at our house and John had his casts off. The doctors told him he could not get hard because of his meds so we would just have to wait. He did get off some meds but not the right ones, I guess. Well, I was good at the party till the parents went home just before dark. Then I got into the drinks a lot more. After that I did a lot of dancing and touching body parts as much as I could. I need to be screwed bad. Lord help me.

 Five or six weeks later we were at another party and it was really dull. I was getting horny. I told them the party sucked and needed to be picked up. They finally got out some porn films and one of the girls said you could not sit with your husband. This was great for me. I sat with all the guys as someone introduced 'switch; into the game and we switched partners every twenty to thirty minutes.

 Most of the time when we were with a different partner there would be slight touching but only slight. Like rubbing against a tit or sliding a hand over your ass slightly. But this night was different for me. I would get a good grip of the guys cock and rub my hand over his pants to the point he would almost shoot. The better I was to the guys, the better they were to me. Actually I came two times from guys playing with me and I don't even know who it was. I didn't care 'cause I did cum and that was my object for the night.

 John That night when we got home I ate out June's pussy but was not able to get hard. We talked a lot about me not being able to get hard. We discussed what we could do about it. We went on the Internet and tried to find substitute pills I could take in place of the ones I have been on. We even looked up Viagra and I know the doctor told me not to take any of them or their substitutes. That next week was the thirteenth week and I had to see the doctor. He made some changes and recommendations of what I should try. He put me on only one pill now and wants to see how I dealt with the pain. 

 In the fifteenth week after the accident, the doctor told me that my heart got bruised in the accident and that he would not recommend Viagra till at least a year went by. He had talked to the doctor that checked my heart in the hospital and that is the one who said not to use the pill. He said really there is no reason that he can find for me not being able to function but he would still keep on checking with me and run more tests.
The twentieth week we all went to Captain Rich's friends who had opened a resort for horseback riding. It was a nice place with a big fireplace in the lounge. In fact they had a lot of fireplaces all through the building. They had a sauna, pools and hot tubs to enjoy. Most of the guys had a hard on at different times and you could see it through their tight bathing suits. 

 I was in the john on Saturday afternoon and I took the toilet paper off the rack and the round holder was made of plastic and was about six inches long. I stuck this in my trunks and made it look like I had a nice hard on. All the rest of the day I walked around with that in my suit. I even got a few comments for the girls. It didn't look ridiculous; it looked just about right.
That night June chewed me out for what I did. She thought it was a horrible thing to do letting her getting her hopes up like that. She was one happy camper till she found out I didn't have a hard on and couldn't perform for her that night. She had been thinking all day as she saw me walk around with it that she was finally going to get it that night but she ended up disappointed as usual. She cried a lot and asked what we were going to do about it and I didn't have the answer for her.

 The following weeks I met with more doctors and specialist's trying to find one who could get it back up for me. June and I tried porn movies. We tried walking around the house nude but nothing worked for us. For June we sent away for different toys to entertain her. I got four different types of toys and it cost me four hundred bucks for them. One was a six-inch pecker that was mounted on something like a saddle with two motors in it. She could ride on it like a saddle and she loved that one. June told me it hit all the right places and was a perfect size.

Weeks twenty-two to thirty-three were hard with me going to all the doctors and getting no results at all. I went from wearing tight briefs to boxers to nothing at all under my jeans and each time no results. There was a lot of crying from June and I was at the stage I was ready to cry myself. I continued to read health sites on the computer that might help me and I used their remedies. Also I checked out the sex porn sites on the computer and every once in a while I got hard for a minute reading some of the stories. But that was just for a minute and it would go away just as fast as it came. I went to psychiatry for six week and he went all through my life as we talked. Finally after six weeks he said we were finished and he didn't think my problem was in my mind; it was in my health due to the accident and there was no sense going on with the sessions as it was a waste of both our time. He discharged me from his care and my dick was back in the hands of the medical doctors.

 I would sit in my office at work and think about my problem. I knew I was going through hell and it had to be the same for June. We never were kinky with sex till after the kids both moved out for college and that was when the sex picked up between us. Someone mentioned porn on VCR tapes. So I finally got some for us to watch. Well, it was almost like love at first sight with the tapes and, boy oh boy, that did it for us so we had wild sex with each other. 

 We used to watch them on the couch and things sure got wild. As they performed on the VCR tape we would imitate them in real life. My wife did not like the woman-on-woman scenes so we fast-forwarded through them. Later I bought two more VCR's. I put both of them upstairs in our bedroom. What I would do was edit them and take out the scenes I did not like. I found that I could extent the scenes I liked and this was sure a turn on for both of us. I felt like a porn movie producer.

 We had just been into the porn VCR shows for about three months when the accident happened. I still had a supply of videos that we have not seen that I had edit. I even watched them when I was recuperating after the accident but they never turned me on enough to get hard. I did make up a few more by editing them and the end of them was a lot of ass screwing. This was something we had not tried yet. I guess you could say I was working my way up to her ass but wasn't there yet. I had licked it and tongued it a few times and she went ballistic when I did. I never put a finger in it at all.

 Well, anyway, all this is all behind me unless they come up with a miracle cure for me. I felt so bad about June going without any sex. I knew she was using the toys I had bought her, as she would do them in front of me trying to get me excited so we could have sex. I loved June with all my heart and knew it had to be so tough on her. As I said we were just getting into hard core sex when this happened. June was only forty-five so she had plenty of good years ahead of her and the accident took it all away unless I do something about it.

 I would say our sex drives were equal to each other. I wonder how faithful I would be in her shoes. I know she is not getting anything any place else as all her time is accounted for. I knew if this happened in reverse I would be out looking for some strange stuff behind her back. The more I thought about it the more I knew it was not fair to her. I knew deep down that I had to release her to find some sex outside of our marriage or I would lose her. I sure didn't want to lose her, as we were a perfect pair.

 From the stories I read on the Internet, this happened all the time where a guy watches his wife with another guy and the husband gets off. Well, I wasn't able to get hard, let alone get off. I also knew that I would not want to watch the wife get laid. I wanted her happy again and if it means getting laid by someone else so be it. We are a team and I have to think what is best for both of us, not just me. I have been feeling sorry for myself long enough; it's about time I do something that will help the both of us. I know she will be happy and if she is happy then, damn it, I'm happy too.

 The more I thought about June the more I had to do it for her. I knew it would eat at me but I knew once her smile came back to her face that would be enough for me to get through it. Hell, it might be just the thing to release me from whatever is holding me back and let me become a man again with a big ass hard-on. I would have to set down some ground rules for her but I knew she would be able to live with them. She might not get the amount of sex that she would get with me but I think it would be enough to satisfy her.

 The Cycle Accident She plays with her toys that I got her and has a good time with them. I also go down on her from time to time but it does nothing for me except make me depressed. I hear her up in the bedroom when I watch TV in the den and I know she is giving the toys a good workout. I can also hear the bed bouncing around as she pumps into the toys. Damn, I wish the accident never happened. It's been over thirty weeks and I still can't produce; it is time to release her to have fun. Damn it! 

 Christmas Eve we spent with the kids and their friends at our house and exchanged gifts. We ate the turkey June had cooked and drank and talked about everything under the sun. The kids left just before midnight, as they wanted to spend Christmas home with their friends alone. June and I cleaned up what little they didn't clean before the kids left. Then we got our drinks and went into the den in front of the fireplace and talked. She got up and got my Christmas gift. It was a sport jacket I wanted but didn't want to shell out the money for it. She was so happy that I liked it and she said, "I knew you were too cheap to buy it for yourself so I got it for you." 

 I gave her a small box about the size of two cigarette packs.

 "Wow, awful cheap this year, aren't you? You know I wanted that coat we looked at," she said with a laugh as she shook the box and listened to hear the sound it made.

 "It's awfully small and heavy - couldn't be jewelry."

 "Well, it is jewelry so just open it."

 "It's too heavy for that." She unwrapped it and laughed and looked at me while holding it up saying, "A Master padlock with a bullet hole in it Hell, it won't even close, its broke now just what am I supposed to do with this." 

 "It's the lock to your chastity belt. I'm releasing you of your marriage vows and from now on you can have sex with other guys until I get better. As long as I can't have sex, I'm releasing you so you are free to do what you want without hurting me."

 She threw her arms around me and cried and said. "Oh, honey, I love you so much. You are the sweetest man I have ever met. You think of me when you must be in so much pain. I love you with all my heart."

 "I am good, aren't I?" I said jokingly.

 "I could never cheat on you, John. Even if you released me I would stay faithful to you."

 "Honey, we will talk about it. We have a long time to live and you should enjoy yourself. You are at your peak of life so don't waste it. Enjoy life and what it has to offer. I do have some rules I want you to follow if you decide to have sex with other guys."

 "I won't, honey. I love you too much for that."

 We talked for an hour and half but she still said she would be faithful. I told her I don't think I would be that faithful if I was in her shoes and she should think the whole thing over and give it time to sink in. This is real life, not some dumb story you read on the Internet. I just told her to think about it and give it time to sink in and we would talk some more about it. That night we both went to bed cuddling and fell asleep fast. Damn, I felt good now that it was out in the open.

 June

 At Christmas time, John gave me a broken lock and said it was to my chastity belt and I was free to have sex with other guys. Boy, do I love this guy for him thinking so much about my feeling and me. I could never do anything like that against John. Well, I guess I could but I would have to be drunk, as I thought back to what happened to Rich and me.
 John

 Now that I think about it I guess I was interested in it as I asked John more questions about it. I think down deep that I knew I could not go through the rest of my life without some good hard sex. John even said he could not and for me to go out and enjoy myself with other guys. That's when I asked him more and he told me about the rules he wanted me to follow. The rules sounded fair to me and I knew I could definitely follow them. As time passed I asked more and more questions. The next day we talked some more about it but let it slide after talking about it for three hours. I gave her another present: the coat that she had wanted. We went out for breakfast and she wore her coat. After that we laid around the house the rest of the weekend. We were scheduled to go to a party for New Year's Eve with the rest of the gang. She kept asking me questions about what I had said to her and if I really wanted it that way. I told her yes.

 The day before the party she dressed up in her new dress and she had lost a few pounds worrying about me. She fit it like a glove and she looked sharp.

 I said, "Make sure your boyfriend doesn't rip it off you and damage it." 

She laughed at me and then she sat down across from me.

 "How would I meet someone?"

 "I'm not sure but like I said we would have to make up some ground rules."

 "Like what rules would I have to follow, John?"

 "Well, who knows about my condition right now?"

 "Just us and your doctors are all. I haven't said anything to anyone else. Have you told anyone, John?"

 "No, it's something you don't go around and brag about. What about your girls in our group? They most know you are depressed. Have you said anything to them about it? They could tell something's been up or should I say down as you've been moody a lot."

 "Yes, the girls asked me if something was wrong. I told them that when we have sex that sometimes you are in pain from all the bruises you had on your body and that I hurt you. I told them I don't come a lot because I'm afraid that I'm hurting you. So that is all they know about that and I have never said you have trouble getting it up. They think that your body is still sore from the accident."

 "Well, good, let's keep it that way. I don't want anyone knowing I can't get it up anymore and that I am willing to let my wife have sex with other guys."

 "Well, where are the guys I'm going to have sex with?"

 "That is what the rules will be for. I don't want you doing it with any of my friends. I do not want to face them and have them laughing behind my back while spreading rumors about us. No friends or neighbors either. I want them to use condoms too. No one we come in contact with. None of your co-workers either. Work places aren't for that. You got me to chase after you; you can do the same to someone else. Try the hotel bar. There are always guys traveling who drink at the bar that want a strange piece now and then."

 "How will I know if they would hurt me or not?"

 "Take their picture with your cell phone and tell them you want to see their identification. Tell them you're worried about getting hurt so you want to see it so that you will be safe. Take a picture of them and the id and send it to your e mail account. If they don't like it, tell them to go to their room and jerk off with old lady five fingers."

 "I supposed you want to hear all about what I do?"

 "No, absolutely not! I don't want to know anything about it. I can tell when you get some because you won't be moping around the house any more. But I sure don't want to hear anything about it. Like I said no friends or people I know."

 She said, "I still don't know about this but I have been giving it some thought. Let's go to bed now." We went upstairs to bed and she talked some more about it. I suspected then and there that she was going to do it. I also explained I didn't want her doing it all the time maybe three times a month, four at the most. Plus I told her to make an excuse when she was going out and try to keep her secret from me.

 We went to the dance and she was full of pep and energy. I could see her changing with the news that she now could have sex with other guys. She had the time of her life and she teased anyone who danced with her. She was one hot girl out on the floor and she knew it and she flaunted it for all the guys to see. I think that if I weren't there she would have taken on the whole bunch of them.

 A couple of weeks later she told me she was going to take an evening class at the school on Tuesday nights. Then a week after that she also told me she was going out for girls' night out on Friday if it was all right with me. I told her of course as long as she has fun and not to bring any guy's home with her as our bed was too small for a threesome and then we laughed. From that point on we kidded each other a lot. I would tell her this guy or that guy was hung as we walked through the mall. She would tell me to look at the ass on that guy and so forth. We joked and kidded each other all the time from that point on.

 She told me that a lot of guys who do business with her company and take her on business lunches have hit on her. She had never given them the time of day, but she was wondering if it was all right to play up to them. I once again told her as long as it was not friends or people I came in contact with that it would be all right. I told her I don't want her doing co-workers, as I knew her friends and we went to company parties with them. 

 She told me they are not co-workers. Rather they are from out of town and nobody at work knows she goes to the lunches as it is not at a place her company staff would go for lunch because it was high class and not a regular lunch crowd for the working man.
The months flew by and I could see a lot of changes in her. She was happy and we had fun together going to our parties or out to eat. We talked a lot more to each other. This seemed funny to me as we were not having sex but spent more time talking. I could also tell the nights she got laid or not, by her mood the next few days. When she got laid she was upbeat and when she struck out and didn't get any she was down and moody. I was thinking of checking her panties but I really didn't want to know since I could just tell by her mood.
My pain was still there. But it had slacked off and wasn't bothering me as much as when it was the second month of the accident although it was still there. I finally kicked the pain pills but that was not my problem. I still didn't get hard. I had more CT scans of the penis area but nothing popped out at the doctors. All they would say was the accident was bad and things got bruised bad and maybe damaged more than the x-ray showed. The jolt that my internal body parts took was about as much as the human body could take. Doctor said to be truthful with me I had only a ten to twenty-five percent chance it would return and I would be normal again so not to give up hope.

 The next week I was in the doctor's office, a year to the day of the accident. He was to do a test with Viagra on me. He was going to hook me up with an EKG heart monitor and give me portions of Viagra and see the effects of my heart with the EKG monitor. He started with a quarter of a pill and the monitor almost went off the charts. He then gave me some type of shot to bring the heart back to normal so that it didn't race anymore. He told me he would talk to the cardiologist and would get back to me in a few weeks.

He asked me if I felt any signs of movement in my penis and I told him it was too scary when my heart acted up with the racing to even think of my penis and what was happening to it. He said he didn't blame me one bit and told me that was all for that day. He would set up another appointment as soon as he talked to the cardiologist more about it. I left the office feeling a little depressed but I was still alive and still getting along with June and doing my job so I was still a happy camper.
Right up to that time June and I was getting along good. It was then things seemed to change. I'm not sure if it was her or me. Well, I think most of it was me. When we would go shopping I watched as she looked at different guys. She had to look or fall over them. What did I want her to do? Wear a mask when she went shopping? I think reading articles about wimps were getting to me.

 Hell, I gave her permission to go out and get some strange stuff. It wasn't her idea. What the hell did I want from her? It had only been about five months since I gave her permission. Could I live forever like this? Did I want to take it back now? Shit, I didn't know what I wanted. I just didn't want to feel like I did. I was even thinking the guys knew something was going on. I knew they didn't. Just when the subject of sex came up I dissected every word they would say to me to see if they knew I gave June permission to go out and get some strange stuff.

 It even seemed like she wasn't looking me in the eye anymore as we talked. Did she ever? I don't know. I just started having all these strange feelings. Hell, I knew one thing; she just about stopped doing me to see if I could get hard. Hell, I was just getting paranoid in my old age, I figured. I had given her permission and now I was regretting it. If the shoe was on the other foot I know damn well I would be climbing the walls. There is no way I would go without sex, so why the hell should she go without sex. I had to get a hobby where I could sink my mind into some project.

 The more free time I had I would spend on the Internet reading the sex sites and visiting the cam sites. I read one story where a guy bugged his whole house and he had to catch his wife. Hell, I already knew she was getting some on the side and I didn't want to know who it was with and I didn't want to see it either. Then it came to me. Did any of my friends know what was going on? Was I paranoid about thinking they knew? Hell, I could check them out to see what was going on. Find out if they were talking about us behind our backs. Yes, that would be a project I could take on and it would get my mind off June. I had a workshop in the basement and had all the tools to do anything. June and the kids had gotten me tool gifts for the last ten years so why don't I just build something and forget about June. All the guys used to come to me for tools when they had to repair something and also for me to help them or at least give them advice on how to do it. Come to think of it, none of them had been over to borrow any tools since last November.

 Now that I think of it, no guys had even dropped by the house since the first of the year to see me or visit. The only time they came here is for a party at the house. Hell, my house was always the meeting place for all of us and now nothing. The women still come around to chat with June but not the guys. It's almost if I had a disease and they didn't want to catch it.

Okay that settled it. I'm not building anything with the tools. I'm going to spy on the guys and find out who is the paranoid guy here. I wouldn't bug their houses; that would be illegal. I'd get some type of recorder and do the guys. Hell, that would work. Of course I wouldn't get much time for recording since it would only be the time when I went to the bathroom or up to get a beer at the bar but then I could always stall if needed. That should be enough time for them to talk about me and if I need more I could always adjust my plan so I get more time. It would help me pass time and keep me busy from thinking of June. It really should be fun.

 So I went onto the Internet looking for recording devices. I found a site for all kinds of spy devices and it was located right here in my hometown. JGA (spy in the sky) was their ad on the net. I had heard about them being in town but I never knew what they sold for sure. I figured they sold the cameras you see on highways and in cities to check on traffic. I marked the address and phone number down so I could go over there at a later time.

 The middle of May I hit the spy in the sky store the first chance I had to spend some time in it. It was a Tuesday night and June was on her so-called school night out. They had everything right in stock and the prices weren't too bad either. I finally purchased two recorders, built like a pen or pencil, which had two hours of record time on them. It was voice activated. I also bought a cell phone that recorded video and voice for forty-five dollars. The pens cost nineteen each. With the cell you could plug it into the computer but the pens didn't plug into anything. They had a small chip that gave you the sound play back. The cell phone took four AAA batteries and each pen took one AA battery.
The rest of May and June I tried to tape conversations of my buddies but didn't really get anything to go by. I did hear them talking about me and they said it was sad what happened or was happening to me. I wasn't sure where they were going with that and I wasn't sure which of the guys said what either. They talked in a low voice and when the recorder picks it up I'm not sure who was talking. Different times when I came back to the table one or more of the guys left so I was shooting in the dark as to whose voice it was. Well, eighty-five dollars down the drain but I had some play toys and we all know guys count on their play toys.
In July Sal had invited us to his camp again for the Fourth of July party. We usually stayed there for three or four days. This year our son wanted us to come to his house for Sunday dinner so we were just going to Sal's on Saturday only. We would go early in the morning and then come home that night so we could go to the dinner at our son's house.

 I had Friday off for the fourth but June had to work a half-day at the insurance company. I did some odd jobs around the house. Later I practiced with the recorders and cell phone to get pictures. Before when I used the recorders I didn't get good sound and I found out it was because I had them in a penholder so it was drowning out the sound. June came home at one from work so we ate and then we cleaned the house till six. At six we went out to eat dinner and came home at seven. I went in the den to watch the news and June did some things in the kitchen. About twenty minutes later I heard the shower running upstairs and knew June was taking a shower. She always takes a shower every morning so why was she taking one now. She only takes one at night if she is going out or for sex. Tomorrow we were going to the camp all day and she would need her rest. Plus all her girlfriends are at the camp and couldn't go out with her on girl's night out. I was thinking about it for ten minutes after she got done and went up to our bedroom.

 She was getting dressed and putting on a sexy bra as I walked in on her. She had a hot red dress out that she looks so hot in.
 "Why are you dressing up? Are we having company over tonight?"

 "No, John, I'm just going out with the girls tonight."

 "Aren't the girls at camp right now?"

 "Yes, our group of girls is but I'm going out with the girls from work."

 "We have a full day tomorrow, you know."

 "Oh, I know. Don't worry. I won't be out too late. You can count on that. You know I go out on Friday nights, John."

 "Yes, I know. It is just that we have a full schedule. I figured you could miss one night."

 She left at seven forty-five and, by eight, I was in bed and asleep as I had been up late a lot this week with pain. I took a sleeping pill that I had left from the accident and can't remember the start of my ball game at eight so I must have went right to sleep. The sound of the air conditioner puts me right to sleep and I don't think I needed to take the pill. I remember getting up at four and June was in bed with me. I don't know when she came in. I had to go the bathroom so I got up and went. When I got back I lay there for a few minutes and could hear her breathing soundly in her sleep. She was now on her back and I knew she was sound asleep as she always sleeps on her side.

 I reach over to her tummy and then down to her snatch. Really I don't know why I did it. I still wasn't functioning at all and even when I watched porn sites it does not get hard even for a few minutes. Well, I pulled her nightshirt up and started to feel the hair on her pussy. When I felt the hair, it was matted together like she had gotten a good sex work out and someone came in her pussy. This got me mad as I told her for the guys to use a condom and to make sure that they did. They might have but then took it off to shoot on her tummy or pussy or tits. Well, guess it didn't bother me too much as I went right back to sleep.