Off The Wall - Sex Stories

Off The Wall

It's been a long time since I looked forward to Halloween. This year, I can't wait. I have to, but the anticipation is killing me. It all started mid-September last year. We were at the last county fair of the year, and when a horse got spooked and charged the crowds, my wife decided to play hero. She grew up around horses, and she was very confident as she caught the horse's bridle, and pulled its head around and she tried to calm it. She probably saved a lot of people from injury as she turned the horse back and held it there. Several handlers arrived and thanked her and took the horse from her. The horse thanked her by kicking her in the stomach. Her injuries were not life threatening, but there was extensive bruising and she was sore for weeks. When the pain did not diminish in time, x-rays revealed that her pelvic bone had a chip that would not heal, and so she had a minor surgery to remove the chip. I do not wish to complain, but four weeks of attending a bed ridden spouse is a lot of work. Not to mention that I was responsible for all of the housework. And I wouldn't even begin to discuss the lack of sex, if it were not central to this tale. As I stated, she was extensively bruised, and the pain never faded, and then she had surgery. There was no thought of ever jostling her with even the gentlest of sexual contact. Additionally, she was too sore to make it up the stairs to our bedroom, so she slept most nights in a comfy lounge chair in the living room. I slept alone ...

... in our bed. Many nights, I was too exhausted to feel sexual desire. Occasionally, I would have to masturbate to relieve the need. Halloween is one of my wife's favorite days. She loves to dress up as either a cat-woman or a wood sprite. She loves to greet the kids and enjoy their creativity in costumes. Last year, she was just barely able to walk again, so she enlisted some help. When her friend Jenna arrived, it was obvious she had missed the PG-13 memo. She was dressed as a very slutty witch. Her skirt was deliciously short, and her cleavage was hanging out all over the place. We had a lot more visitors that year, and most of the kids were escorted by their fathers. I guess the word got around fairly quickly. Sadly for me, or more correctly, thank you God, she left as soon as the scheduled hours were over. It was nearly midnight that night as I went to bed alone, and I was more than a little bit worked up. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to masturbate, and I was probably going to do it twice! On the one hand, as a general rule, I was resolved to not picture Jenna in my fantasy. It has always been a fear that if I fantasize too strongly about someone I know, I might lose track of what is real, and what is fantasy. It works for me, so don't knock it. On the other hand, the fresh memory of Jenna in her hot costume was going to be hard to push aside. I was laying on the bed, naked, with a sheet over my torso, and gently stroking my cock. I was trying to decide on ...