The day after my breathtaking rendezvous with Rebecca, I was given a new work assignment in Florida. I expected to be gone for three months. I was hesitant to leave but also excited to further my career. Rebecca and I met at a local cafe to discuss my temporary move. Florida was far away and I was unsure of what the future held for us. Every time we met my feelings for Rebecca grew. I would not describe it as love, but I did have feelings for her, a strong caring feeling.
We both got emotional as we discussed what the next three months would hold for us. We both agreed we could see other people, but I could tell neither of us wanted that. I knew, at least, I did not. I'm a firm believer in fate, so whatever happens, happens. We didn't stay at the cafe long, there was only so much to talk about and our emotions were getting heavy. So with a long hug and a kiss goodbye, we parted ways, unsure of the future.
Near the end of the first month, I received a text from Rebecca; we had been limiting our contact with one another. It was a worthless attempt to make it easier on us both. I was shocked when I heard the news. Tim had been in an accident, he had been sitting in a tree stand and fell asleep. Tim fell fifteen feet and landed awkwardly on his back and upper neck.
Doctors had put Tim in a medically induced coma to stop the swelling in his brain. They were certain he had no movement from his neck down. Not surprising, my sympathies were for Rebecca and the stress it would put on her. I could care less about Tim before the accident, and I certainly have no sympathy for him now.
By the end of month two, Rebecca informed me that Tim was out of the hospital and recovering at home. He was unable to speak and was paralyzed from his neck down. He needed a home nurse and various medical devices just to live. The odds of him ever regaining feeling in his extremities were rare. I could sense the added stress it was taking on Rebecca as she cared for her children and her crippled husband.
Our texting between one another had increased a lot since the accident, she was cheering me up while I was away. I was bringing her normalcy in her life. By the end of the second month in Florida, we were growing closer, and the old Rebecca started to appear.
During my final and third month in Florida, Rebecca and I texted daily, our chemistry with one another coming back like before. She would send me dirty pictures of herself; pictures of her in lingerie, playing with herself, and even the occasional picture of Tim. Tim looked miserable, that man forced to lay in bed at all times. Unable to talk, unable to move, and unable to do anything.
Rebecca confided in me how she still hates Tim, and how terrible of a husband he was, the burden he has left on her to take care of him and their children alone. Even after all Tim has been through, I still had zero sympathies for him. I was growing excited to get back home, but unsure of the new dynamic that would be between Rebecca and me.
A few days before I was set to come home, I went out with some co-workers to celebrate my time in Florida. I was pretty intoxicated when I confided in a coworker about Rebecca and I. He loved the stories I told him. I showed him a few pictures of her and was pleased by his reaction to how beautiful she was. I don't even remember sending her the text until the next morning.
When I woke up from my blackout state of drunkenness, she had just a simple response; "Yes". In my drunken state, I had asked to fuck her at her house, in front of Tim. Now that he was permanently disabled there was no reason to sneak around anymore. There was no reason to hide what we were doing. Most importantly, there was no reason to give a shit about Tim, I never had and I never will.
The next day I flew home and Rebecca greeted me at the airport, with a homemade sign that said, "Welcome Home". Rebecca rushed over to me, embracing me with a hug and kiss.
"I missed you so much!" I said, embracing her. "That was too long to be gone."
"I missed you too," she replied. She smiled at me, looking as beautiful as she ever had.
Rebecca smelled just as she always had, an aroma that intoxicated me. Like Freud trained his dog, my dick is trained to her smell. Rebecca looked fantastic after not seeing her for three months. She was slimmer than before I left which is surprising with all the stress she has endured. Her hair had grown beautifully long, and for the first time, she had let her hair go back to her natural blonde. It sat just past her shoulders and suited her well.
"The kids are with Tim's parents." She eagerly told me. "They will be there the whole night".
I showed her a big smile. "Perfect." We locked hands publicly as we walked to get my bags.
Before heading back to Rebecca's house we decided to stop for some food. As she drove around we were holding hands and acting like a normal couple. It seemed our days of hiding in the shadows and quick hookups were in the past. While driving I placed my hand on her legs, the tight black leggings hugged her body. I kept moving my hand closer to her inner thigh; the warmth she was producing was intoxicating. The closer I got, The more I wanted. It wasn't long before I had my hand down the front of her leggings, forcing her legs apart. She had no underwear on so there was little resistance. I massaged Rebecca's clit, she struggled to focus on the road. Rebecca continued to get pleasure while she drove.
"Fuck getting food, I want you now," she told me.
"We can skip the food then, let's just go to your place," I eagerly replied.
With our hormones taking over the decision was made, off to her place we went. Pulling into the driveway of Rebecca's house it looked different than it did at night. The house was even more stunning when you can see it. Rebecca pulled the car into the garage and shut the garage door, pausing a moment.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked.
"Absolutely," I tell her as I grab her hand. The car smelled of pussy, and I'd been hard since my plane landed. I could not wait another moment for her, I needed her right then!
Rebecca was quite a moment. "Okay, I want this too." She leaned over and we kissed. "Just wait here in the car until I text you."
Rebecca stepped out of the car and headed inside the house through the entry door. As I sat in the car, feelings rushed through me. Anticipation, excitement, the feeling of vengeance. But then a feeling of guilt; was I really about to fuck Rebecca in front of her husband, who is in a vegetative state? The feeling of guilt subsided quickly as I remembered the terrible things that Tim had done, not only to me but his family and former co-workers. The man had always been a piece of shit, and karma was going to find him soon enough.
My phone vibrated with a text from Rebecca; she was ready.
I carefully entered the house and tiptoed my way around to the stairs. I was cautious, as if at any moment Tim could come home. But Tim already was home. As I got upstairs I saw the master bedroom door opened partway, and when I entered the door I saw Tim immediately. Tim had this bed that is accompanied by various medical devices. There's a machine hooked up to him that was measuring his heart rate and breathing. The bed is positioned so he is looking directly at the king-size bed that he and Rebecca used to share before he was crippled.
If Tim was surprised when I walked into the room you wouldn't know it. The only thing that happened is his eyes began darting towards me and then to Rebecca.
"See, honey," she points to me. "I told you I was not kidding, and you're going to have the best seat in the house of our fucking."
Tim does not move, Tim does not speak, Tim does not even blink. I could feel him glaring at me, probably trying every measure possible in his brain to make his body move. But Tim never does move, he simply lay there, as still as always. Rebecca walked towards me as I still stood in the doorway, took me by the hand and walked me towards the bed. She kisses me long and hard, and purposely shows our tongues touching.
I didn't say a word to Tim, I didn't even acknowledge that he's there. I embraced Rebecca back and grabbed ahold of her ass. It felt more toned than it did before I left, The leggings were smooth and soft against her skin. I moved behind Rebecca, kissing her neck slightly, reaching with the same hand as before down the front of her leggings.
