2 comments/ 3419 views/ 0 favorites Cliche By: anonymiousiam Author's Note: If you're interested in quick stories, then this is not for you. However, I would be honoured if you still did read this. To those of you who are into longer stories that take their time to build up and delve into the characters, then this would be up your alley. And to those who are unsure, well I can only suggest that you do read this and by the end you may have made up your mind. * Not only are our lives full of clichés, but also the stories we write. Yet, who can you blame. These clichés are the manifestations of our deepest desires and wishes. Most people are average and will only meet other average people in their lives. Yeah, I know, everyone is special in their own unique way, but face the facts we're not all world famous or extraordinary people, just your average bloke on the street. As a result, we tend to exaggerate much of what we say. I promise you, there is not one person here who hasn't read a story that follows the typical plot. If you don't know what that is, then let me explain it to you. What I'm talking about, relates to the ever famous mother-son stories. In the case of the male, he is generally a six-footer, considers himself quite handsome as he has brown hair and brown eyes, has a solid six pack that he's been working on for some time and a weight of roughly 200lb that is due to his muscle mass that has built up after years of weight lifting. One cannot also forget that he believes he is quite 'big', boasting a 9 inch penis that makes all the other guys jealous and has chicks fainting at the sight of how big it is and wondering if they could ever 'fit it in'. The female in his life is quite the opposite; she has shoulder length blond hair, beautiful blue eyes that sparkle in the light and only measures to a height of 5' 5", which is the perfect size because she is petite but not too small and is easy enough to lift. Her bra size is 36D which means her breasts are constantly jutting out against her clothes, and not to mention that it is amazing that they don't sag, especially at her age. She keeps in shape through exercise, which means that she has a tone midriff and nicely shaped legs. The age gap between the two characters is generally the same. As all the characters have to be of legal age, the guy is usually 18 years which just makes it legal. The mom of course can't be too old, because who in their right mind would want to 'go all the way' with someone who is wrinkly, saggy and slow in bed. To make this possible, mom got pregnant at the age of 18, once again the legal age, which would now put her at the ripe old age of 36. Honestly, why can't people open their eyes, not everyone jumps straight into bed when they hit 18 and not everyone was born when their mom was only 18. However, this is a plus for everyone as the son is full of energy since he is young and mom has had years of experience with which to teach the willing. The other factor that is essential to the story regards marital status. Mother and son live at home, unless the son is at college in which case he comes home during the holidays. The mother has been recently widowed or divorced because the husband ran off with his secretary. Therefore, she is needy and it has been a long time since she has felt the comfort of a man. As the son longs to have sex, as all teenagers do, he starts lusting after women. With no male role model in his life, he is close to his mother and therefore starts to focus on her during his fantasies. This is also partially due to the fact that she is 'perfect' with the best features as previously explained. Mom, however, does not know about her son's fantasies until she finds her panties in his dirty clothes hamper or hears him say her name while he is wanking off in the shower whilst she just happens to pass by. Finally comes the seduction. Here is where some people tend to become creative, but there is still the typical template. I'll give you a couple of examples. Usually the house is two stories with a pool conveniently out back. As mom is sunbathing she needs to apply suntan or sunscreen, but as she can't apply it to her back easily, she asks her son to do so. The son starts to apply the cream and then becomes adventurous. He moves on to her shoulders and neck. Naturally, mom moans with pleasure, and says something along the lines of, "that feels good. Why don't you also do my legs?" As he does her legs, they slowly spread apart so he can better apply the cream but consequently the small bathing suit or bikini gets pulled up until he can just see the outline of her crotch. Yet, he is still too scared to go further up, and so he moves back to her back and onto the top of her bottom and the sides of her chest, just making contact with her breasts. He then either thinks that mom believes it is just accidental scrapping or she actually is enjoying it. After his 'accidental touches' go 'unnoticed', he gradually becomes braver. He then manages to fully cup her breasts. He then moves down to her inner thighs and slowly up to her pussy. By this time, both have totally forgotten about the cream and the son has forgotten to put more on his hand, causing him just to message her. The rest is history and in a couple more lines, they are upstairs in bed doing it like rabbits. A similar plot line is true for when the son gives mom a message after she has had a stressful day at work. The only difference is that it doesn't start with sunscreen or suntan but some sort of message oil. Another classic is the one where the mom and son sit down and have a discussion about the son's personal life. This usually entails how he hasn't been out a lot lately and his apparent lack of a girlfriend. The son tells mom that he is just not interested, but what he doesn't tell her is that he lusts after her more than any other women and is therefore not interested in dating other girls his age. The discussion then gets awkward, as mom asks questions that relate to a sexual nature. It finally ends with either of two cases. Mom and son both state their sexual urges for each other or the two decide to go out on a mock date. In this instance, they go out to a nice restaurant. They then go to a movie cinema or watch one at home, if it is at home, by the end of it they are making out. What's worse about these stories are that the whole thing happens in about one or two pages. Putting your fantasies aside, honestly, no-one seriously gets in bed that quick, unless you've hired a hooker, in which case you're in bed in less than one line into the story. This is only my second submission and I'd be happy to hear you're feedback. My first story follows what I believe to be somewhat along these lines. Some of you may say that I'm being a hypocrite for writing this after I've written a story that incorporated some of these clichés. If you believe that, I totally agree with you but to keep the peace, why don't we call that a test run to test out my writing style. If you were wishing for a 'wham bam thankyou ma'am' style of story, I'm glad I disappointed you. If you like these type of stories, then I recommend to you most of the stories that are written. It's not that I hold it against you, but be more open to realistic tales, and hey, you may find something you like. To those of you who agree with my opinion, I'm relieved that you exist. In future, I'll try to write stories with more substance and ones that have 'erotica' in them as this site offers. Cliche Short little vignette for you, to show that deceiving a husband can take on unexpected forms. No sex and little background, so don't go complaining about it please. Enjoy --- I hope. ++++++++ Something wasn't right! With the wife, I mean. Ginny, my gorgeous other half and the love of my life that is. Had been since we'd first met as teenagers a few years ago now, and I saw no reason why that wouldn't continue. But something just wasn't right! ------------------ Ginny had been too quiet for the last couple of days, and though you might not think that long, for a couple as close as we were, then to me it was obvious that she had a problem. Any problem that she couldn't share with me, was a problem indeed, and something that I felt I should be worrying about. But what to do? I probed cautiously, knowing that she'd tell me when she was ready, but anxious none the less to know what was bothering her. Anxious to share the problem with her, just as we always did. Then things took a nosedive! I swear it was by accident, and I hadn't been following her, but there parked by the side of the road was Ginny's car. The neat little MX5 sports car that we'd bought for her just a couple of months ago, right colour and correct number, so it was hers alright. If you were wondering why it upset me so much seeing where it was parked, then I should tell you that though the car was right there, then Ginny was supposed to be more than ten miles away. Finding somewhere to pull over half a mile down the road, I pulled my phone out and rang her. "Hi Ken," she greeted me happily enough, recognising my number. "What's up?" "Nothing Jenny," I answered, fighting to keep my voice under control. "Just wondering how your meeting was going." "Fine," she replied without a trace of guilt. "Just left the boss's office a few moments ago and it all went well. I might be a bit late home tonight by the way." "Ok," I grunted, fighting back the urge to shout out in frustration at the lies she was spouting, still not absolutely sure what this was all about. Not sure at all what the hell to do about it. So I did nothing. Went home later on, gave Ginny a kiss when she came in and spent the evening watching the TV, while she finished off some work. Maybe work that she should have been doing that afternoon perhaps? Dammit, I felt bad. ----------------- I nearly said something several times, but managed to bite my tongue, helped by the fact that she was kept pretty busy, and decided that the following day I would take time out to check up on her. That wasn't so difficult as I thought it might be. "Yes, I can talk Steve. Ken's not out of the shower yet," I heard my wife say quietly the following morning, pretty obviously talking into the phone. Pretty obviously talking to someone called Steve that she didn't want me to know about. "Fine Steve," I heard her responding to whatever he'd said. "Five thirty at your place will suit me. I'll leave a message for my husband that I've been held up at work." "I'm sure I'll be satisfied Steve," she laughed a few moments later. "But remember my husband must never find out." Bitch! Bloody cheating bitch! With difficulty I resisted the temptation to rush in and confront her, deciding that I had to cool down and think rationally. All I had so far was my word of what I'd heard against hers, and I didn't even know who this guy Steve was. However ..... I did know where he lived, didn't I? Or at least roughly so. No doubt in one of the flats above the commercial premises that her sports car had been parked in front of. Oh yes! I had her. I had the pair of them. I'd be there tomorrow and confront the pair of them. Punch his lights out and throw her to the gutter. Then of course reality set in, didn't it. This was Ginny I was talking about. My wife Ginny, the woman I loved, and I couldn't believe that she'd do this to me. It just wasn't like her. It couldn't be true. Could it? Well, I'd know soon enough, wouldn't I. Five thirty, she'd said. Five and a half hours after midday, then I'd be there waiting for the pair of them. My private, sad little world was interrupted by a call from Ginny to say she was off to work, and the front door slamming behind her signalled maybe the last time that this scenario would play out. How bloody sad. It was maybe only my anger that kept my heart from breaking. ----------------- Work? Forget it. Two O'clock, three O'clock, then four. It seemed more like days than just hours, and each one of them ground out in my mind as I waited for the hour of judgement. Five. Time to go. With a heavy heart I made my way to my car, and twenty minutes later found yours truly parked outside the building where I'd seen Ginny's MX5 parked the day before. I wasn't looking forward to this. There'd be no satisfaction in ending my marriage, but I knew beyond a whisker of doubt that I wasn't going to accept her cheating on me. I'd expected to see her car pulling up, but dead on time I spotted her walking down the road with a smile on her face. Bitch! Sure enough, Ginny walked straight up to one of the doors almost opposite me and knocked on it, and a few moments later it opened and a man greeted her. He wasn't what I was expecting at all. Older maybe, and pretty scruffy, with dirty jeans and a shirt that had seen better days. Not quite a biker type, but hardly the handsome lothario that I'd imagined. Bit of rough I supposed. Bull by the horns time! Leaping out of my car, I rushed over towards them with a look of thunder on my face. Lover boy spotted me first, and seeing my fury, nudged Ginny. She turned round and seeing me descending upon the two of them turned as white as a sheet. "Ken," she cried out. "What are you doing here?" "What the hell do you think I'm here for," I growled, shooting the scruffy bugger the dirtiest look I could conjure up. He'd be getting his soon enough. "Oh God Ken," Ginny sobbed. "I didn't want you to find out." "I bet you didn't," I screamed back. "You didn't think you could get away with it, did you?" "Look I'm sorry Ken," she tried to placate me. "Is it really such a big thing?" "Big thing? Not a big thing?" I threw back at her. "Of course I'm upset. Damn it Ginny, how could you do this?" "Well the last time ....." she sighed, waving her hands in the air. "Last time," I cried, ready to burst into tears, never once having considered that this hadn't been the first time. "Let's get this in proportion Ken," Ginny said, trying to calm me down. "There's no reason to get this upset. Why don't you let me sort Steve here out and I'll see you back at home, and we can talk this over sensibly." "Sort Steve out? Talk it over sensibly?" I found myself spitting out in rage at her cavalier attitude. "This is our marriage for God's sake." "You're exaggerating Ken. These things happen all the time, and you've just got to accept it." "Damn it Ginny," I responded, nearly choking on my words. "This is damn important. It's not like you've dented your car or something for Christ's sake." "It isn't?" Ginny stared at me in surprise. "Isn't what?" I replied, surprised by her answer. "The dent in the car." "What bloody dent?" "The one on the car. My car. The MX5." "What?" "I put a dent in my new car, and Steve here has repaired it for me. I didn't want you to find out and get upset like you did the last time." "Steve?" I garbled, my mind in a mess. "Pleased to meet you Ken," the garage owner responded, smiling uncertainly. "You dented the car Ginny?" "Yes," she answered nervously. "Last Tuesday. It's only a scratch really, and I thought I could get it fixed without you finding out. I'm really sorry honey." "But that's wonderful," I sang out, feeling the weight of the world lift from my shoulders. "Wonderful?" Ginny queried in surprise. "Yes honey. You scratched the car. Isn't that wonderful; absolutely bloody wonderful." "Are you feeling Ok Ken?" "Never better," I grinned back. "Now let's pay the nice man and get back home shall we?" ------------------- Well, there we go. My wife scratched the car – the new one! Isn't that great? Damn it, it's absolutely, spiffingly wonderful! Everything ended wonderfully as well of course. Cliches She sauntered up the steps of her front porch, her long legs dropping down forever beneath he tiny mini skirt. Her high heels clacked on the wood decking of the porch. It was a gorgeous porch, connected to a gorgeous house built from scratch by her gorgeous husband Tom and his gorgeous father. It wasn't just a house it was a home. They had begun building it as Tom's mom left them for a lover when he was 15. They had torn down the old house together, and built the new place from scratch while living in a tiny apartment over the detached garage. She wondered if history would repeat itself totally. It was about to echo in Tom's ears when she told Tom she was fucking his best friend Rob. However she didn't intend to leave her husband. Still, she smiled to herself, would he destroy this house just to rebuild it? She found him sitting in his favorite chair, half awake listening to the stereo. He looked so peaceful, she almost changed her mind about telling him. She could feel Rob's cum dripping down her thigh. She had fucked him from dusk til dawn last night, after telling Tom she would be staying at her friend Gail's house after working helping her pack boxes all night as Gail prepared to move to Maryland. "Wake up, Tom, we need to have a little talk." He woke up quickly. She had loved that about him when they were younger, she could come to him in the middle of the night and he was instantly awake and alert. Nice for a late night romp when the urge hit her. But in this instance it took her by surprise and put her off her guard. "I'm not going to beat around the bush, Tom. I'm having an affair. You are sweet and wonderful, and I can't think of a better man to be a husband and hopefully the father of my children. You make love beautifully, but sometomes a woman needs more than that. Sometimes I need to be fucked, taken even. I need the physical rush of being swept to bed and pounded, having my sexuality exhausted. You are never willing to do that. Now, before you start ranting and raving I want you to hear me out. I have been fucking Rob, yes your friend Rob, for three months now. He has no interet in loving me, since he is happily married also. However Betsy doesn't like sex very often because he is so physical, so we fill a need for each other. I'm taking this Tom, I'm going to keep fucking him and you are going to live with it. Do you know why?" She spun on one foot to face him. His gaze was indescribable, but it almost burned her to look him in the eye. He didn't blink. His expression didn't waver. She had anticipated either rage or tears, and expected to hear words like divorce or slut. Instead she got this blank gaze and silence. She collected herself, and went on with her planned spiel. "You're going to let me keep fucking Rob for love. You'll do it because you either love me, or because you love this home you built so much you don't want to lose it in divorce. Now, I know how much family means to you, and how badly you want kids, so I've ceased birth control. You'll have your children soon, and can be happy with your family while I am happy making love with you and fucking Rob. It's all good! Now you be a good husband, and have a good weekend. I'm going to grab a shower and a bite, then I'm meeting Rob at his house for a weekend of ecstasy! Betsy took the kids to Philly and we will be entirely free to enjoy. When I get home Sunday night, we'll talk....and maybe more!" She didn't notice the tiny tear run down his cheek as the semen trail extended down he thigh to her knee. She scampered upstairs to shower and change, painstakingly preparing herself for her lover. When she came back downstairs, she found as she left him Tom staring blankly at the TV. It bothered her that he was reacting this way. She loved him for his sweet, caring nature, and this silent indifference was cold. She kissed his forehead and set out to Rob. She returned Sunday night later than she expected. She really wanted to spend sometime with Tom and set some guidelines for their new life together. She found him where she had left him. He hadn't changed clothes, the stereo was still onto what she recognized as the same play list. The same gaze was pasted to her face. The burn she had felt the day before from that gaze burned her a bit deeper. She told him she'd be back after her shower, and they could talk. The shower felt good. Besides the idea of giving him sloppy seconds was disgusting. She wanted his love making now, not humiliation She took careful time to prepare herself for her husband now, thinking about how different this ritual was for Tom than for Rob. Softer colors in her makeup, silky pink nightgown. It was all about the soft side of sex with her spouse. She crept down the steps, fliping lights off as she enterred the darkened family room. The remote eliminated the ghastly blue/while glow of the TV. She found her husband still in his chair. She kissed him. He didn't move. In the dark, away from the burn of his gaze there was something sexy that stirred deep in her breast, and deep in her groin. She unzipped his pants, and grabbed them and his briefs to slide them off his legs in one smooth movement. He didn't help her, but he didn't fight her either. That led her to assume he had made his choice. He would let her have her way because he loved her. She missed his usual passion. He didn't fight her kisses, but didn't respond either. He didn't take her in his arms. His dick responded though, and she had no trouble sliding his erect manhood into her oozing cunt. He felt so good to her , even without the vigorous motion of Rob's wild abandoned fucks or Tom's usual gentle languorous flow. Tom was big, His long fat cock reached spots no other lover ever could, including Rob. If only he would be strong with her, she could have what she wanted in one man. Tom still didn't move. She kept humping against him, sliding his luscious meat in and out of her. She came, and the spasms of her orgasm shook her body so hard she thought Tom would cum for certain. If he wasn't going to give her anything, she might as well as get physical with him, and she began to undulate wildly in his lap. The recliner creaked and groaned, but couldn't hold a candle to the noise she was making. She came again, bucking hard against his magnificent cock. He still hadn't, and she loved him for that. After all she had done the last two days, he was giving her the best sex of their marriage by not moving. Oh she loved this man. Maybe her sexual disappointment was partly her fault. She should have stepped up the aggression level years ago, but she just loved the sweetness of Tom's way. No, she needed Rob and Tom. Bad boy and Good boy. Biker and Ivy leaguer. Jeans and Suits. Oh damn, she was cumming again. She recognized Tom's orgasm by the familiar pulsing from his cock, but still no motion from him. She lay there for a while kissing him. She tried to get him to talk, but he still refused. She got up to get a drink, telling him she'd be back, and then it would be time to talk. She returned with a cool drink and towels to clean him up. She flipped the lights on, and noticed with alarm that he still had not moved. His pants remained around his calfs. His face retained the same gaze it had worn for two days. His cock remained erect, glistening with the evidence of their so recent fuck. But the gaze. It burned even more now, and she felt the first pang of guilt since she first cheated with Rob. She finally shook off the gaze and tried to get Tom to respond. He wouldn't blink. He had a pulse and was breathing but wouldn't flinch. There wee no reflexive responses, And his dick stayed hard. She called 911. The EMT's were perplexed. His vitals were normal, but he was unresponsive. He appeared to be awake, but there was no response. The ambulance ride to the hospital was embarrassing, as she had to explain everything in the sequence of events since she last knew he was responsive. She was forced to relay the story of her betrayal again to the triage nurse, and then the nurse assigned to him as he was quickly moved from the ER to the neurology floor. By the fourth telling of the tale, to them doctor assigned as her husband's neurologist, the guilt was becoming unbearable, and the burn from the gaze became even more uncomfortable. There was no explanation for his condition. Exhaustive tests showed no sign of stroke, no seizure activity. There was no symptom of mental illness. The closest the doctors could come was that catch all diagnosis, post traumatic stress syndrome. She was devastated, realizing she was the cause of his woes. Concerns grew, and Rob shared her guilt. He and Tom went back to junior high, as best friends. His affair with Cindy was all physical, by mutual agreement. Neither intended to hurt or leave their spouses. Tom's doctors had decided it was best that Rob not be allowed to visit. They were afraid he might have heard Cindy mention Rob on her declaration, and latent emotions could be harmful if stirred up by seeing Rob. Rob's wife Betsy could not understand why she was free to visit and Rob was banned. Still, Tom was good friend, so she went every day. She read to Tom, picking books by authors he had read, and leaving an iPod with the nurses so he could hear other books and music when she couldn't visit. Cindy visited daily as well, but couldn't face Tom's stare as the burn gained intensity with each passing day. A month passed. Tom was transferred to a rehab site. Cindy and Betsy continued their daily visits. Ron visited every night, but had to view his friend from a window that looked into the room beyond Tom's accusing gaze. Cindy missed her period. The home test said she was pregnant. The visit to her OB-GYN agreed. The doctor knew of her husband's condition. There were no congratulations. There was no joy. Damn, she had fucked Tom that night before he went to the hospital. Why couldn't his sperm had won the race!! Tom's doctors asked her not to tell him the news yet. There was still too much uncertainty. He would certainly know when she began to show, and they felt that following that natural order was the best course. She faced the gaze now, not knowing if the baby inside her was Tom, and it seared her soul. She thought of what to do, how to handle this new wrinkle. This was the moment she and Tom had talked about excitedly for so long, the beginning of the family he treasured. She discussed it with Rob, and he panicked. "Damn it Cindy, I thought you had taken precautions or I would have! If it is my baby, and that is a big if since you were fucked Tom as soon as you got home from fucking me, then neither Tom or Betsy can know. Tom is too fragile, and Betsy might as well stay in the dark." She tried to argue with him, to get him to willingly accept responsibility, but he dismissed her, telling her there was no reason to destroy his marriage. After all, HIS spouse wasn't a vegetable. Cindy took that hard, and saw Rob as a different man. Shortly after that, Cindy began to notice morning sickness worsening, and happening at any time of day. She woke up from a nap one afternoon so sick she couldn't get off the couch. She managed to grab her cell phone, and in seconds the speed dial key connected her to Betsy. Betsy called an ambulance, and beat it to Cindy's house. She rode along to the hospital, seriously worried for her pregnant friend and the baby. She helped her into ER, using the insurance card in Cindy's church to check her in, answering the triage nurse's questions as best as she could. Betsy followed her throug the testing process and was waiting when the doctor gave Cindy the news. Her RH factor was positive, the baby's was negative, and her body was fighting against what it perceived as an invasion. After the doctor left, Betsy asked Cindy whose baby she was carrying. Cindy claimed ot was Tom's but Betsy wasn't to be swayed from her quest for truth. "No Cin, remember last year we all went to donate together at the blood drive at church, Tom, you and I were all RH positive. We teased Rob about being negative, because he was the only one in the group. We called him odd man out, remember? Cindy's face blanched at the thought. Betsy's voice had a tone of accusation, and when she saw Cindy's reaction, she knew the truth. "Well, dear friend, "she began with all the sarcasm she could muster, "its nice to know it was someone close to me having the affair with my Rob. I might have been upset at the though of him sticking his little dick in the cunt of some cheap slut I didn't know, but you! You are such a good friend. You knew you could count on me to help you get to the hospital in an emergency, why wouldn't you know that my husband would be the perfect choice to fuck on the side. DO you know he hasn't touched me for two months That's how I came to suspect an affair in the first place. He's so insatiable, there is no way he could just stop cold for that long." Their chat didn't go well. As a matter of fact, it was pretty one sided, and ended with Betsy storming out of the room. The next day, Rob visited her, furiously waving the divorce papers with which he had just been served while telling Cindy to go fuck herself. The phone rang. Tom's father now took a turn bending Cindy's ear. Cindy didn't deny any of the claims Betsy had made to Tom's father. He was cool under pressure, reminding Cindy that Tom's mother had nearly destroyed their family when she left. He also reminded her that Tom's aunt had left his uncle in a similar situation, and that the two brothers had agreed to make it so a cheating spouse could never hurt one of their family. They put their land into a family trust, that would provide for descendants of the two brothers. A spouse was cared for under the terms of the trust as long as they took their place in the family on good faith. Abusing or cheating on a family member meant instant expulsion from the benefits of the trust. She was being evicted from the house immediately, but would receive a stipend from the trust for one year to help her transition to independent life. Tom could not file for divorce in his condition, and his dad recommended that Cindy refrain from doing so, in order to continue with Tom's insurance through the birth of the child. They also requested that she no longer visit Tom, and if she continued to do so, a legal restraining order would be sought. Five years passed. Betsy had divorced Rob immediately, and he had moved to Colorado to start over. Betsy and Cindy eventually resumed friendly relations, though not nearly as warm as before. Cindy's big wake-up call was supporting her baby. Tom had taken such good care of her, she had never honed career skills. She eventually found employment working as a hostess in a local restaurant, working the evening shift and leaving her son with her neighbor every night. She carved out a good life for her son, and heard about Tom every day from Betsy. She still loved Tom, and the guilt over what she had done to him...to them, was tremendous. She stopped by their old house daily, just to make sure Tom's beloved gardens were kept up. The trust had arranged for the house to be cleaned and maintained, and no one was to change anything at Toms'. His house was to remain exactly as le lef t it until he either woke up or... That was the most sobering thought of all. After all the suspense, the tests, the medical consultations, they still had no exact explanation or cause. Tom could wake up or die any day. Tom's dad knew of Cindy's visits to the house, and though he felt cold hearted towards her, couldn't bring himself to ban her from those premises. She had been a good devoted wife for years, and Tom adored her. These were Tom's gardens, and the fact that she came back to make sure they looked exactly as he left them was right. Betsy came in to visit Tom one night, in the sixth year of his condition. Betsy had been there to read to him every night since the change, sometimes coming late in the night after another engagement. It was just such a night, when she came in after a formal dinner party with her co-workers. She had no way of knowing her satiny gown closely resembled the night gown Betsy had work that night when she had fucked him before she knew his condition. It was after midnight, but visiting hours in a place like these were flexible, since a visit had a way of soothing the emotions of the residents, and encouraging healing. Betsy read softly from the novel she had been sharing with Tom for the last two weeks. She finished the book, closed it, and looked into his eyes. His gaze affected her in a much different way than it affected Cindy. The doctors all saw vacancy, Cindy burned, Besty saw a questioning that she related to. After all, the questions in Tom's gaze were just as pertinent to Rob as to Cindy. She gently held Tom's hand, and for an instant thought she felt a squeeze. She noticed a shift in the sheets that could only mean one thing. He was becoming aroused. After six years of nothing from Tom, this was in itself a miracle. She called the nurse. "Oh my," said the elderly woman, "I guess that was some story!!! DO you mind if I borrow that book when you are done to read it to my husband? That is better than Viagra for sure!!" Cindy giggled, and handed the woman the book. "Listen Sweety," the nurse went on, "This happens sometimes. Maybe he does know you are here, and maybe holding his hand and reading that book made him so 'comfortable.' But maybe its because he's having a dream in there, or maybe its just physical. He's been making sperm for six years, he must be about to burst!" "Mmmmmmm," she moaned dreamily, "I could use some of that myself." The nurse eyed her as she giggled, "Well then, you know I can't permit that! But tell you what, I've got to go back out to the desk, and if you stay to 'read' to him some more, what I don't see I don't talk about. And there is no one else who will be on this floor for another hour!" She stopped at the door, "But just in case, lock it when I leave." Betsy did just that. She then slipped he panties off from beneath her gown. She turned down the sheets and pulled back Tom's backless gown. He was enormous, and she licked her chops at the thought of....no she couldn't. She couldn't suck a comatose man's cock. But she so wanted too. She lowered her head to look at it carefully. It was beautiful, and she knew she wanted it. Tom was such a gentleman, he didn't deserve what his wife and Cindy had done. He deserved to be adored and cared for, and she could. After all, she had read to him every day for six years. She could care for him. She mounted him on the bed, and slid his slab of cock slowly into her eagerly wet pussy. She had never been as satisfied with a first entry as she felt with this first stroke, and was coming quickly. She held him there as she came, feeling the natural stretch pulling her through the joy as her husband never had with his wild banging. She resumed a natural rhythm, and came again. She could feel nothing else, was unaware of her surroundings. Explosions of color burst in her mind's eye, as her real eyes became useless. The raw smell of sex overwhelmed her sense of smell, and her sense of touch was entirely focused on his thickness sliding in and out of her pussy. Other lovers had paid patient attention to her sensitive clit, but Tom didn't have to, and in his current state, couldn't. He stretched her to the point that his entire length rubbed her clit strongly both on the way in and on her upstroke. Inside her g-spot was similarly dragged the entire length of each stroke, and she was rewarded with orgasms in quick succession, each one stronger than the last. It was a dream for Betsy. This beautiful man, making love to her so gently. His touch so tender... In he ecstasy she hadn't realized Tom was moving too. His hands were on her hips and his cock was now pistoning against her rhythm in perfect sync. She was aghast that he was waking...was awake. But she couldn't stop. Her last orgasm shook her with a primal force, and he moaned loudly as he came too. She collapsed against him, his cock still in her pussy, both breathing hard, and holding each other. It was Tom that broke the blissful silence. Cliches "Hi Betsy." She pulled her head back and looked into his pretty blue eyes. She kissed him, and he kissed her back. Suddenly, the realization of their circumstance came crashing down on her. She quickly dressed and rang the call button frantically. The nurse came running in just as Betsy unlocked the door. Then began a flurry of activity, with the nurse calling the doctor on call, Betsy frantically trying to clean Tom's sex up, medical staff responding, stories told and questions asked. Betsy called Tom's father, and out of compassion Cindy. She deserved to know Tom had finally revived, and was not going to die soon. Betsy remained with the psychiatry intern at Tom's request as Tom was examined and interviewed. "You know, as much as we know, there is no telling what motivates the human mind. It looks like he was traumatized so badly that day, his conscious self shut down to protect him from the pain of the situation. He is quite lucid now, and remembers every detail of his condition. He says he can cite the name of every book you read him, and to prove it, told me the names of what youo were reading every Christmas day. He showed her the list, and her hands went to her mouth. She cried hard, as she never would have guessed that simple chapter a day act of love would have an impact. He looked forward to you coming and reading. He said all his wife did was cry, his dad was uncomfortable, other visitors had no idea what to talk about. When you climbed up on him and began to make love, his body told his brain it was time to wake up. His brain had worked through the events of six years ago, and had made a sense of it all. Mentally, he could go home today, but we'll need to keep him around to help his body regain strength. Lying in one position for six years doesn't do much for your muscle tome! You are now very special to him, handle him carefully." The intern stopped at the door. "You know, " he said, "I may be out of place saying so, and if I am I hope you won't take it the wrong way. Your actions tonight were not exactly ethical, which is an understatement. They proved to be the key to waking the patient up, but there are all kinds of questions of consent and risk that you are going to hear in the next couple of days. So I thought I'd just take a moment to enjoy the lighter side of the irony in what you did. You know that old expression about fucking someone to death? Seems like you just fucked someone back to life!" She did smile at that, and went back in to visit Tom. Five years later Tom sat in his easy chair, as he heard the familiar clack clack clack of high heels on the front porch. Cindy walked right in the front door without knocking, after all she was home. Tom got up to greet her with a quick kiss, and said "Good let's eat." He sat next to his wife as little Tommy, Steve, Matt, Gary, and Sue scrambled to their places at the table. Cindy sat on at the other end of the table with her little boy Eddie, named for Tom's dad. Betsy set the platter of burgers and hot dogs in the center of the picnic table on the deck, and gave Tom a kiss as she sat down. Little Tommy offered grace. "Thank you for this good food that we like to eat, and for this nice home we get to live in. Than you for Mommy, Daddy ad my brothers and sister. Thank you for Aunt Cindy and my cousin Eddie. Thank you for all our friends and relatives and all your blessings. A...." As usual he stretched out the Amen for a table grace, waiting for Aunt Cindy to pus into the grace with a petition of her own. "....and thank you" Cindy said as if on cue "for wonderful people who I love so much, who let me live in the beautiful apartment over the garage and invite us for dinner every Sunday, for letting me be such a part of a wonderful family I don't deserve." Cindy didn't begrudge Tom a divorce, and not only accommodated his finding his freedom, but helped him in his physical rehabilitation. It was the least she could do, after causing him to lose six years of his life. In return, he and Betsy had given her the apartment rent free, with the stipulation she continue to work diligently keeping the gardens beautiful. As the children came, she willingly helped Betsy around the house, and became such a big part of their life they began to pay her a stipend enabling her to quit her night job. She was then able to be a better mother for Eddie as he grew older. She didn't live with them, but she was a part of their every day life. She ceased to date, having soured on men after Rob left her coldly. Sex no longer had appeal for her, and she could never imagine making love to a ma other than Tom, who now was beyond her reach in Betsy's arms. She wasn't bitter, she balmed no one but herself. She was actually very happy in her life, close to the man she loved, knowing he had found a good woman to love in the wake of her own betrayal. Betsy became her best friend again. She had nothing to hold a grudge for, as she viewed Tom as a trade up. In the end, history did repeat itself. When Tom's mom left, his dad ripped down the walls of his house. He and Tom had rebuilt the house with painstaking care, until they had something beautiful and stronger than the original. When Cindy had left, Tom had torn down the walls of his mind, and worked carefully over six years to build it into something better and stronger. History does repeat, good guys do win, and often there is a silver lining.