Peter’s Dilemma - Sex Stories

Peter’s Dilemma

... and had exhausted themselves in the effort. He walked into the downstairs dining room, converted into a bedroom for his wife, Poppy. She had been paralysed in a riding accident two years before and was bed-bound.

Peter tenderly helped his wife to drink water and then wiped her mouth. He hated seeing Poppy like this. She had been such an energetic, dynamic person who was universally loved and respected by all within her orbit. Now, she was a pale shadow of that person, and Peter knew that she longed for death to release her from this nightmare. Peter loved his wife and still thought of her as the most beautiful woman he had ever met, even though her face was now gaunt and careworn, tinted with yellow, the result of a permanently damaged liver.

Poppy now needed constant care, and her dedicated team of Sally and Marcia came twice a day to tend to her. Between their visits, a care worker visited and spent a few hours helping Poppy feed herself, keeping her clean, and tending to the bed sores from which Poppy inevitably suffered.

The other carers attending Poppy were one in the morning and another in the late afternoon, both provided by Bart's Agency at minimal cost to the family. The carers sent by the agency were usually women or girls employed on an ad hoc basis and receiving minimum wages. They were typically young and foreign, coming and going like dew on a hot summer morning. Some were pretty good, but most were hopeless, and Peter had to watch them while they ...

... were in the house.

Thus, Peter was surprised when Eve had turned up one morning a few days before. The agency had rang to inform Peter of her imminent arrival, so Peter was expecting her. What surprised him was the age of the lady. She looked to be in her fifties or early sixties. Her somewhat lived-in face suggested a hard life, although her body looked in good shape for a woman her age. She had somewhat startlingly wavy, blonde hair down to her shoulders. He thought it looked like a wig, but he was sure it was not. She cared for it, and the colour was probably out of a bottle.

When she spoke, he was immediately captivated by its sexy huskiness and timbre, which betrayed a past or maybe current smoking habit. Her accent was hard to place. At first, he thought she was Polish, but when he asked her, she laughed and said close. She was from Moldova, that tiny country sandwiched between its much larger neighbours, Ukraine to the north and Romania to the south. Most people had never heard of the country, or at least until February 2022, when the Russian invasion of Ukraine had shone the spotlight of World Media attention on the region. Even so, its capital, Chisinau, was probably the least known or visited in Europe.

Eve said she had been a doctor in Moldova for many years, but the money she got for working long hours in a hospital was inadequate. Eve found she could earn better money working abroad, initially in Germany and later in the UK. She had left her husband and ...