Kit's Adventures
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Chapter 25: Recuperation
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 25: Recuperation - The members of the Girls’ Wednesday Luncheon Group change multiple marriages, becoming the basis for many sex parties, create a sexually-based business, and then do award-winning adult videos. The main protagonist is Kit, a hot, young female, married to Dax, and willing to try just about anything that’s adventurous. This erotic novel is presented here weekly over the next half-year.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Incest Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Swinging Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Voyeurism Violence
Mid-morning, Crystal and Trish showed up at the hospital. Trish was in her scrubs; she had come on duty, learned that Dax had been shot and was in the ICU, and called our friends.
Dave came in along with Ross, and then Darlene, Greg, and some of others from our Saturday party group. They were all full of support and hugs, which was just what I needed. We all cried about what had happened. Lois also got a heap of love and condolences.
About one p.m. there’d been no change in Dax. At least, he was holding on.
Glen showed up and just wrapped Lois in his arms and held her as she cried. He didn’t say much except to say that she was loved and that the pain she felt would ease over time. I never heard him mention Gordon’s name. Later, I learned that he’d talked to the doctors and the administrator of the hospital and told them to spare no expense in making Dax a whole person again; he’d cover any excess expense.
With no expectation from the doctors that they’d try to bring Dax around, I went with some of my friends to dinner. I hadn’t eaten anything for almost 24 hours. The hospital cafeteria was okay but not great. I stopped at home and got a shower in, too. The crime scene crew were finished with the house. They found the bullet, I learned later. I knew they’d match it to the gun that Gordon was waving around at the police.
I went back to the hospital and ended up sleeping in the ICU Waiting Room, which happened to be near the ER. I actually got some real sleep that I desperately needed, but only about five hours’ worth.
Friday, the doctors kept Dax in the induced coma. They were heartened that his vitals had taken a turn for the better. I remembered to call Dax’s work and explain to them what had happened. John, his boss, was aghast about what had happened. The shooting had been on the news, but without names. I didn’t replay the comment about sleeping with Lois to him.
Dax’s parents were on a plane on their way to Florida the minute I called. My parents were close behind them. I wondered just what I’d do with them, and also how I’d explain Lois and Margo to them.
Lois and Margo spent the evening with me and then went home to sleep and tend to the house. The crime scene unit had finished their work but the place had been left a mess. Saturday was a repeat of Friday, only with more friends coming by the hospital, including both Dax and my parents.
Flowers were appearing, but Dax couldn’t have them in his ICU room. They decorated the waiting room at my request so others could also enjoy them. The mothers tended to them and were did nothing to overpower me – thank God.
Late Sunday morning, Dr. Clemson brought Dax out of his induced coma, making sure he stayed quiet and didn’t try to do anything like sit up. I was there and kissed his hand, told him I loved him, and sobbed wildly at his bedside. I had to wear a surgical mask and gown, and I’d washed my hands for fifteen minutes.
Dax tried to smile at me, but he still had a tube down his throat. The doctor removed that, and fed Dax some crushed ice.
He finally asked in a raspy voice, “Gordon shot me. Why? What for?”
I explained, “We’ll never really know. We guess that he was angry about Lois leaving him. He’d lost his slave. He made like he was going to shoot at the police when they went to arrest him and they took him out. He’s dead. Lois is in contact with his family about a funeral and cremation. She’s pretty broken up about the whole thing. She’s in love with you, you know. Glen is here, and Lois and Margo, and our parents, and everybody we know.”
Dax mumbled. “I survived apparently.” He tried to look around at all of the equipment that was monitoring his health.
I told him and squeezed his hand, “Thank God. I’d be lost without you. Everyone we know has come by to visit. The waiting room is full of flowers that came for you from just about everyone in the whole state. They all love you, too. As I said, Lois is devastated that she caused this in some way.”
Dax mumbled, “No she didn’t. Gordon was just crazy.”
Dr. Clemson and one of the nurses changed the two dressings on Dax’s torso. I didn’t look. He also did a pretty thorough physical and told him to sleep some more. Dax was groggy and just shut his eyes and was asleep in seconds.
As the doctor and nurse worked on him, I told Dax that I loved him and wanted him with me for the rest of time, and then after a gesture from the doctor, I scurried back to the waiting room. I was constantly crying. I was so fearful that he’d die and I’d be desolate without him.
Dax slept, and I went home to sleep to my own bed for the first time in five nights. Lois and Margo came and snuggled with me. We just held each other and cried ourselves to sleep. There was nothing sexual going on.
Over coffee the next morning, Lois said, “I’m dropping out of City Girls. I can barely live with myself now, let alone if something like this were to happen again. I’m going to devote myself to Glen.”
I nodded, “I’m going to shut it down anyway. We’ve had our fun and met some interesting people, but ... it’s time. I can’t even think about that kind of stuff right now.”
Later that morning, I went online and took down the website, leaving a one page ‘Closed’ message. I also put a new recorded message on the dedicated phone line we’d used for City Girls, stating that the business had closed. I let the other girls know what I’d decided. I think we were all glad to be out of the business. No one argued with my decision.
I told Dax about my decision and what I’d done that afternoon. He just said, “Good call,” and that was that. We never talked about the subject that way again after that day.
Dax was moved to a regular hospital room six days later, and he started some physical therapy. The bullet had seriously messed up his pectoral and latissimus dorsi muscles on his front and back right side, respectively. He had to rebuild the muscles and re-learn to move his right arm and shoulder to various ‘normal’ positions. He was right-handed, too, so we had to feed him and do things for him when he got onto regular food.
Both our parents adapted cautiously to being around us. I don’t know who or how, but they came to know about Lois and Margo living intimately with us. I don’t know what else, but they didn’t mention it. They were polite and didn’t try to dominate or control the situation. Thankfully, they were staying at a hotel.
I teased Dax because his therapist – Jane – was a cute woman about thirty that appeared to have a roving eye, and certainly one for Dax. His story became known by everyone in the hospital and I think he became somewhat of a hero for rescuing Lois from an ogre.
I made sure people knew we had an open marriage and that he hadn’t been cheating with anybody to cause the shooting. I also made sure that people saw Lois and me happily interacting with Dax and with each other. I didn’t want speculative rumors to float around about the ‘other’ woman – in this case two of them, because Margo was deep in with us. The truth was okay, but nothing that would hurt his reputation.
I befriended Jane and hinted to her that we’d be really happy if she became Dax’s therapist and did home visits to get his upper body working as it should, and to tend to other parts of my husband’s anatomy, as she deemed necessary. She laughed, but I could tell she was thinking about it seriously.
Ultimately, Jane worked it out with the PT practice she worked for, to do the home visits. If she wasn’t doing them, somebody else would, so it was an easy sell since she already knew the patient and his limitations.
Dax amazingly made it home from the hospital three weeks after the shooting. He was healing rapidly, according to the doctors, but had his right arm in a special sling. He could barely move his arm or use his right-hand. The sling removed the burden of carrying the arm since some of the supporting muscles had been damaged by the bullet and the resulting surgery. It also restricted any arm movement so the muscles that had been injured or tacked back in place could heal. Jane told us that he was starting the harder parts of the PT that he needed in order to regain full use of his arm and shoulders.
Jane was coming for a forty-five-minute session on a daily basis until she felt that Dax could handle some of the exercises on his own. She was having him work not only his right arm and shoulder muscles, but also the rest of his body so he shaped up overall and didn’t lose muscle mass just sitting around.
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