Chapter 5

“Gene, don’t try to talk; just shake your head if you can. You were in an accident; you were severely injured. You have been in a coma for over three years. I’m here to help you. Your body has been dormant, so you won’t be able to move much. Do you understand?

Gene nodded; “wa-wa-.”

“I’ll get you some ice to suck on. Your body won’t be able to handle any water yet.”

Lisa ran to the kitchen, got a cup of ice chips, and returned to his room.

“One chip at a time, just relax Gene. I’m here; you’re going to be all right.”

It took a whole day for Gene to begin to speak. When he did, incredibly there appeared to be no lasting damage to his brain. By the next day, Lisa began to question him.

“Do you remember me or what happened to you?”

“No, I’m sorry, I don’t think I do. Who are you?”

“I’m Lisa, your wife.”

“Obviously, I married up; a beautiful Florence Nightingale to watch over me.”

“Gene, what I’m going to tell you is going to be a great shock to you; just remember you’re safe now. You were shot by a sniper while you were talking to someone on the phone on the balcony of our room. You fell off the balcony, falling into a tree which probably saved your life.”

And for the next hour she told Gene the tale of how Lisa had gotten him out of Costa Rica and eventually back home.

Suddenly, Gene’s face got a strange look and he said, “Lisa, I’ve got to go to the bathroom, help me please. I don’t want to mess the bed.”

Lisa disconnected him from his feeding tube and his monitors and basically carried him to the bathroom. When he was finished she picked him up and carried him back to bed, reconnected the feeding tube and sat next to him again.

“How did you get so strong?”

“Well, I didn’t really have much to do while you were in your coma, so I spent a lot of time downstairs in the gym and out in the pool. Plus, you have lost a lot of muscle mass, so, to me, you are as light as a feather. But don’t worry we’ll build you back up as soon as you’re able to start exercising again.”

Every day she would sit on his bed and talk to him, while she massaged his arms and legs. All that touching had the predictable effect on his cock. Lisa, without any hesitation, took him into her mouth and shortly thereafter, Gene’s essence filled her mouth, which she swallowed with no problem.

“You were the woman in my dreams. I remember, I remember.”

“Well, I couldn’t just leave you in that condition now could I?” She said with a twinkle in her eye.

Over the next six months, with a lot of help from Lisa, Gene repaired the physical damage done to his body by the coma. During that time Gene’s memories slowly came back to him; fractured visions of his previous life would suddenly pop into his head. Unfortunately, none of the memories were whole, which only served to frustrate him all the more. One evening they were naked in bed when Gene’s frustration came pouring out of him.

“Why can’t I remember anything? I thought I at least could remember our wedding day. Nothing. Any time I remember anything about you, it’s your face as it is now that I see, not what it looked like ten years ago.”

“Gene, that’s only natural. You’ve seen my face every day for the last six months, that’s your subconscious mind filling in the blanks.”

He tried another tack. “Why aren’t there any pictures of us in the house?”

“You never wanted anyone to take your picture. You said it would be bad for your business; just like that gangster in the Godfather.”

“See, that’s the kind of thing I do remember.”

“What, that you were some sort of gangster?”

“You know better than that; I was an accountant and money manager.”

There was a pause in their conversation. They both knew that there was much that couldn’t or wouldn’t be said about what he actually had done for a living.

“Lisa, who was Emily Harris? Was she your mother or some other relative?”

‘Here we go; I was wondering when he was going to ask me about her.’

For the next twenty minutes she explained how she had decided to remove him from the Long-Term Care facility and hire a full time live-in care provider to help her care for him herself.

Lisa let Gene develop his own picture of Nurse Emily. She watched with amusement as his, until-now-flaccid cock, begin to stir, twitching with the beating of his heart, as blood surged into it. When it was almost fully erect she grasped it in her powerful hand and slowly began to masturbate him.

“You dirty old man. I can just imagine what you’re thinking. She was not some sort of candy-striper; she was my age, a former Army Medic, and a good Catholic woman. What she did for you, she did for purely medical reasons, and she definitely drew the line before intercourse. She let me handle that assignment. Emily and I became the best of friends; friends, not lovers. I had all I could handle keeping you satisfied.

“Tragically, she soon began feeling ill and was diagnosed with an aggressive form of ALS, Lou Gehrig’s disease. Fortunately, she was able to teach me how to care for you before she became too sick to stay here. Since she had no family, she asked me to take care of her ashes. I thought that since she obviously cared a great deal about both of us, that we’d keep her in a prominent part of our house. I hope you agree.”

As if to punctuate her last statement, Lisa began to pump her hand up and down his overly-stimulated cock. Gene closed his eyes as, with a low moan, his essence shot into the air, arcing its way towards his face and chest. After she stopped laughing, Lisa got on her hands and knees on the bed and, like a young kitten, slowly licked his face and chest until she had gotten it all.

“Now, it’s my turn,” she said as she mounted him and began to ride up and down on his glorious cock. It didn’t take long before she could feel her orgasm traveling through her body.

“Show me your muscles,” Gene said.

“Cum for your muscle goddess,” she returned as she brought her fourteen inch arms up into a double bicep pose and flexed. Her muscular arms swelled to nearly sixteen inches as she felt Gene erupt within her. When she came down from her post-orgasmic high she released his slowly-deflating organ and snuggled up next to him, capturing his body in a crushing embrace.

“I love you with all my heart; don’t ever leave me again.”

As Gene’s strength and endurance continued to improve it was time to take their workouts to new levels. They started out their days with a run along the hiking trails behind their house. Upon their return, they striped out of their sweaty running clothes and headed to the gym. Each did their workout naked. Lisa loved the fact that Gene could never get through even half of his workout without his erection getting in the way. That’s when they went into the next phase of their exercise.

“Sir, get over here. I think it’s time that you pay for your impertinence. How dare you point that impressive tool of yours in my direction? I’ll teach you who’s the boss around here and who decides when you can have your release.”

Gene advanced slowly, and Lisa circled him, looking for an opening. Lisa taunted him, “Come on little man; let’s see if you learned anything from last week’s match.”

Gene’s machismo got the better of him and he lunged at her. Unfortunately for him the effect was the equivalent of running into a brick wall. Lisa wrapped her arms around his chest, trapping his arms in her strong embrace.

“Apparently not,” she chuckled as she began to squeeze. Although she was only two inches taller than his five-feet-nine, she outweighed him by nearly twenty-five pounds of bone-crushing muscle. Leaning backwards until she was sure that his feet were no longer touching the mats, she continued to increase the intensity of the bear hug that had him completely helpless and fighting to breathe.

“Lisa, I give ... I give,” Gene barely got out before he ran out of oxygen.

She immediately stopped squeezing and allowed his feet to touch the mats again, holding him steady until he had recovered.

“Ready for fall number two?”

“You’re going to pay for that.”

Although it was still formidable, his erection had lost much of its rigidity. That would change shortly she knew. “Oh ... and who’s gonna make me pay? You?” As soon as she got him in an inescapable hold, when she had him completely helpless, she knew that’s when it would return to its fully aroused state.

Lisa allowed him to get ahold of one of her arms and circle around her back. Soon he was able to take her down to the mat. She was face down, with Gene on her back trying his best to turn her over. When she felt that he had expended much of his remaining energy, she moved with him and ended up on her back, with Gene lying on her chest trying his hardest to pin her shoulders to the mat. That’s when the trap sprang shut. Lisa curled up slightly, just enough to keep her shoulders off the mat; at the same time her legs, which had been spread wide on either side of his body, clamped tightly around his waist. The look of horror was clearly evident on his face as Lisa began to squeeze.

“I think you’d better give up or you’re going to find yourself in a world of pain.”

When Gene did not immediately submit, Lisa hit him with a small jolt of female muscle power. To Gene it felt as if he was being cut in half. The jolt forced all the air out of his lungs, so he desperately tapped out before she could give him another.

“This is convenient, having you between my legs, your impressive tool just inches away from the Promised Land,” she taunted him. “But you haven’t completed your workout yet. So let’s go one more time, shall we?”

She allowed Gene to rest for a couple of minutes as she stood over him, flexing for his enjoyment.

When he was ready Gene got to his feet and warily circled her once again, his tool only slightly deflated due to his fatigue. Lisa knew that this would be the last fall; he was already breathing heavily and sweat was running down both sides of his face.

She played with him like a cat plays with a mouse just before making her kill. Each time he came within reach she pushed him away or casually tossed him to one side or the other. She wanted to show him that she was in total control; that, although he was still the aggressor, it was by her choice, not his, and that everything could change without warning. She continued her game until she could see the defeat in his eyes. On his next attempt to engage, her military training kicked in. Even a combat medic goes through basic training, including hand-to-hand combat training. With relative ease, she grabbed him by the upper arms, pivoted and tossed him over her hip, and followed him down onto the mat. “Ooof”, was the only sound that came from Gene as his solidly-built wife landed hard on his stomach; all the air had been forced out of his lungs yet again.

But this time, instead of placing him in another debilitating hold, Lisa spun around facing his feet, her face just inches away from his erection, his head between her thighs. A moment later he felt her hand run up and down his length and her tongue slowly circle its crown.

This was something he could handle and be on equal footing with her. Many nights they had engaged in sixty-nine, often times bringing on multiple orgasms for them both. As he lifted his head off the mat to better reach her with his tongue, he felt her slide one of her legs under his head until her muscular calf held his head firmly in place. Recent history had showed him that this was not going to be a one-and-done; she was anticipating multiple orgasms and she would not be denied.

Her first came quickly, he felt her muscles clench as she pressed her pussy against his face. Soon she began to gyrate over his face, the juices from her first orgasm liberally coating it. Encouraged, he re-engaged his tongue, this time attacking her extended clit. As he did, he felt himself being engulfed by her very skillful mouth. He marveled at the feeling of her throat closing in around its head, the pressure sending wave after wave of pleasure to his brain. He could picture inch after inch of his cock disappearing into her mouth.

Not to be outdone, Gene captured her clit between his lips and flicked his tongue rapidly over and around it. When he gave it a playful nip with his teeth he was rewarded with a second helping of her juices as she screamed out her cumming around his over-stimulated cock.

When she recovered, she began her final assault. Lisa was determined to break down his resistance and take from him what he had, up until now, withheld from her. She allowed all but the head of his marvelous cock to escape her mouth, while her hand pumped him furiously. This was more than he could endure. With a low moan, he succumbed to her assault and rewarded her efforts with a mouthful of his essence, which set her off one more time.

After a long recovery period for both of them, Gene took one of her muscular glutes in each hand, spread her open and, like a cat cleans her kittens after they ate, proceeded to lick her clean of all her juices. Just before he had completed this, very pleasing for both of them, task, he hesitated, staring at her cute little asshole. Lisa took this to mean that he was done and, with one last deep suck to capture whatever remained in his now deflating erection, rolled over onto her side and spun on her hip so she was facing her lover.

Lying there on his back, Gene said, “Who are you?”

When he didn’t get a response he turned his head to look at her and asked again.

“Who are you?”

“Lisa, your wife, of course.”

“No, you’re not; you’re not my Lisa.”

A sense of dread came over her, and she began to cry.

“How did you figure it out? What did I do wrong?”

“You did nothing wrong. Quite to the contrary you did everything right, just different. It was little things at first, the way you said certain words, the way you cooked certain dishes and the way you made love. My Lisa, for all her outstanding qualities, would never allow me to cum in her mouth. It was one of her pet peeves. She didn’t like the taste or texture of my cum and always finished me off with her hand. I just assumed that now, after three years, that you had gotten used to it. And then there is the “deep throat” thing. My Lisa had a very sensitive gag reflex; she could never take me all the way to my balls the way you do. Again, I could overlook that change, again for the same reason: that after three years you overcame your gag reflex.