She had it last week, and I got her a new Anne McCaffrey book to read, and served her meals in bed whenever I could. Now it's my turn to wallow pathetically beneath the covers. And how does she take care of me?
By teasing me with her sexy body every chance she gets.
I wake up this morning, and my wife is already out of bed and doing something in the kitchen. A little while later she returns, bearing a breakfast tray. She sets it across my stomach, and perches herself on the edge of the bed.
She's wearing that torn shirt that goes down only as far as her nipples. The bottom of her considerable cleavage is clearly visible, and already my cock is rock-hard. It's amazing how horny I can get when I'm this sick!
She made me French toast strips, with a little bowl of hot syrup to dip them in. She won't let me feed myself, oh no. She picks one up and dips it in the syrup, then hold it to my mouth so I can chomp a piece off. Then she dips it again, and as she brings it to her mouth, she's pulling up her shirt, and those big heavenly globes flop right out! She holds the strip in front of her mouth, looking at me kinda funny, and a little bit of syrup drips onto one delicious breast.
"Ooops," she whispers, then takes a bit from the strip. Then she puts it down and grabs her syrup-stained tit, lifting it to her mouth so she can lick the syrup off. Her tongue slides all over, and briefly sucks in the nipple. "Nnnngghhh" she breathes.
I want to grab her and have my way with her, but I have too little energy for that, and she knows it.
She feeds me the rest of the toast, and there is some syrup left in the bowl. She picks up the bowl and holds it so that she can dunk one delicious nipple into it. Then she dangles her sweetened breast over my head, and I have to stretch real hard to flick at it with my tongue.
Doesn't she realize what's going to happen to her when I get well?
My hands are caressing her back while she swings her boobs from side to side above my face. I want to bury my face in them, DEVOUR them! My hands slide up her sides, then grab hold of those wondrous breasts and squeeze them together. She leans down so that my face is smothered with titflesh for a moment, then abruptly gets up and tears herself from my grasp.
"Now now," she says, waving a finger. "You have to rest and get all better!" With that, she picks up the tray and leaves the room.
I want to ram my hard cock into her so badly now, while molesting her chest and drilling my tongue into her mouth! But I can hardly sit up without getting dizzy, let alone do any bedroom gymnastics. So I just doze beneath the covers, dreaming of Teri and her naked body.
About an hour later she's back, saying that she needs to go out and do some shopping. So she's getting dressed, and she's doing it where I can see her, from both sides in fact (due to the full-length mirror on the sliding closet door). She gyrates her body as she pulls that little shirt off (I get hard thinking of the time she wore it in public and all the guys around were staring at her!). Then she starts dressing, pulling her panties slowly up her long silky legs, then making quite a show of putting on a bra (the article of clothing I would most want to be, if I had to be one!). Her boobs wiggle and jiggle as she pulls on her tight jeans, then a T-shirt (one of my old ones from a computer show). It looks so much better on her than on me! Then she puts on her blue denim jacket, but does not button it. The swell of her chest is incredible. I always get hard when I see it.
She comes over to the side of the bed, and bends down to kiss my forehead. I can see right down her shirt, between her huge dangling mountains of pleasure. I quickly reach up and give them a squeeze, and she giggles. Then she turns and leaves me to rest again.
Man, she's gonna get it when I'm better.
It's late afternoon now, and I just finished rereading Stephen King's "Desperation". I'm bored. Teri's still out shopping! Must be more than just groceries.
An hour later, and she's just walked in to the bedroom, carrying a large, fancy-looking shopping bag. I'm certain she's up to something, because she has that bland, neutral expression on her face that mean's she's trying not to grin like a crazy person.
She opens door to the walk-in closet and disappears in there for a few minutes, then reappears, wearing an incredibly skimpy one-piece bathing suit. Must of her upper body is exposed, and the bands that are supposed to "cover" her breasts are barely wide enough to hide the nipples. She poses in front of me and asks, "what do you think? Shall I bring it along on the trip?" (We're going to the Caribbean in about a month. Guess it's good that I got sick now!)
My eyes are popping out of my head. She looks so damn incredible! I want to pull those straps aside and munch on her boobies. She knows it too, and she shakes her body just enough to make her tits jiggle.
"Honey, you look great in anything!" That's not diplomatic couple-speak in this case, it's true.
I sit up quickly, wanting to reach out and grab her, then feel suddenly dizzy and flop back down on the bed. Teri wags her finger at me again. "Now, now!" she says. "Must rest, you know!" Before I can engineer a skillful rebuke, she disappears into the closet again.
I can hear ripping sounds coming from the closet. What is she doing in there? What is she going to torment me with now?
She steps out of the close again, this time wearing a brand new pair of tight denim shorts (a tag is still hanging from her sexy butt), and a T-shirt with the Reebok logo on one outthrust breast, and the bottom torn off to expose her abdomen (and a peek at those luscious tits!). "Is this too daring for the beach?" she asks, with a mock expression of innocence.
"If you get any closer, I'm gonna rip it some more!"
"Eeeeeeee!!!" she cries, and flees back into the closet, her boobs bouncing wildly. I want her so BAD now, my cock is so hard it's ACHING!
I'm getting a headache now, so I lie back and close my eyes. I really do need to sleep now.
I hear her walk through the bedroom and out the door, but I dare not open my eyes again. Got to get better, so I can have my way with Teri!
Half an hour or so later, she returns with some chicken soup, toast, and a big glass of juice. I eat and drink as much as I can, then go to sleep. I'm out like a light.
The sun is just starting to peek through the window when I wake up the next morning. I prop myself up on my elbows and... No dizziness! I sit up. Not too bad. In fact, I'm feeling pretty good now. And HORNY!
I look over, and there she is, underneath the covers, still asleep.
Well, that won't last long.
I reach over and, very carefully so as not to wake her, pull the covers back. Mmmmm I've exposed her chest now. She's on her side, facing me, and her big beautiful yummy tits are begging to be licked and sucked. Her eyes are still closed, I think she's still asleep...
Days of pent-up lust brust forth as I grab those tits, roll her on her back, and starting SUCKING!
"MnnnnnngghhhheeeEEEEEEEEE!!!!" Her whole body heaves as she suddenly awakes, pressing those mountains of jiggly flesh even harder against my face. I squeeze them together and attack both nipples at once, sucking them deep into my mouth and molesting them with my tongue. "Ngggkkkhhhh unnggghhhhh..." My fingers dig into soft titflesh as I munch and suck and lick. They have been teasing me mercilessly for days, and now it's PAYBACK TIME.
I feel her hand wrap around my rock-hard shaft, rubbing and stroking it, then guiding it to its assigned porking place. My face leaves her tits and travels upwards, with my tongue snaking out and sliding in between her parted lips, exploring her teeth and dueling with her tongue. My hands stay on her chest, kneading and squeezing them, as I thrust my heat-seaking missile into her with increasing vigor.
Our neighbors probably hear the shouts from our bedroom when we climaxed together.
"Have you learned your lesson, about teasing me when I'm sick?" I ask her as we cuddle afterward.
"Yessss," she purrs. "I'm going to do it again and again and again..." I cut her off with a long hot kiss.