Devil In A Blue Dress Part II

My wife has a number of health issues, the worse one is Alzheimer’s.  Emma had been a big help over the last few years but she continued her inappropriate behavior around me.  I needed her help to care for my wife or I would have told her to stop visiting us.

At the end of last year, my wife had pneumonia and was hospitalized during the holidays.  On a request from the attending physician and nurses, a Patient Advocate suggested that I either hire professional caregivers or place her in a memory care facility.  My wife has been in an excellent facility since January 2, about 5 miles from home so I can visit her often.  Emma asked if there was anything that she could do for me, stressing anything.  I declined her offer. 

On my birthday in April, as I was feeling kind of depressed and lonely, I decided to go to our favorite restaurant.  The owner, Nick, sat at my table and we talked about my wife.  I mentioned that I have known my wife for 55 years, married for nearly 54 years, and this will be the first year that I didn’t get at least a hand job from my wife. Well, Emma overheard my comment and, on the pretext of bringing me a birthday cake, again offered to provide something that my wife could no longer give.  Emma was wearing a blue dress that wrapped around her, like a bathrobe, and tied with a sash.  She undid the sash and the dress fell open. Emma is still on the slim side, small breasts, but she has beautiful legs with a trimmed hairy bush.   I mentioned in part one that Emma had a suffered a broken nose and had an odd smile as a result of parental abuse.  It was a complete turn off as far as I was concerned, and I told her that I thought she was disrespecting my wife, to get dressed and get out. She professed her love for me but told her to leave and never visit me or my wife again.  That ended our 30+ year relationship.  To be truthful, I did jerk off as soon as she left, envisioning those beautiful legs and hairy bush. 

Bonus story.  While my wife was hospitalized, two things happened.  We watched the movie Home Alone 2 for the first time ever.  The scene were Kevin did a cannonball into the pool and lost his swim suit,  reminded me about the time shortly after I graduated from high school.  Our class was treated to a day at a resort.  The resort had an Olympic sized swimming pool and a high dive platform.  We were jumping off the platform and I was dared to dive headfirst into the pool.  So, I did a pretty good swan dive and as I was nearly out of the pool, I realized that I had lost my swim suit and jumped back into the water.  Not before several classmates and a few teachers, nuns as it was a Catholic high school, noticed my bare behind.  Fortunately, I was wearing a jock as my swimsuit did not have a liner. I was so embarrassed.

Secondly, my friends, the naturists, invited us to an ugly Christmas sweater party which I had to decline because of my wife’s health.  Then I said that didn’t sound like one of their regular parties.  He admitted that it was a bottomless party, sweaters only,  nothing below the waist.  That could have been very interesting, but I still had to decline.  Just thinking about the party that I could attend fueled a jerk off session. There is a story on ST, titled Club Bottomless, that is worth a read.