I'd Never View it as Cheating--Part 3 - Sex Stories

I'd Never View it as Cheating--Part 3

CHAPTER 9 Toni and I went out to dinner Friday evening then I took her to the first home football game. By now we’d been seen in public dozens of times and almost everyone in the community knew about Lizzie and her DVD’s. I never did know how, but our situation was common knowledge. We sat near the fifty-yard line with Carl and George Jeffers, our new athletic director. It was a fine clear and cool evening that would have been ideal if only we had won the game. Unfortunately, we played nearby Bay Shore, a perennial powerhouse in both football and basketball. We were routed 42-17. Toni and I retreated to her house where we made the most beautiful and intense love until almost four in the morning when we succumbed to exhaustion. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, covered in semen and pussy juice, so much that we were stuck to each other when we woke to the alarm at nine. Showering together, we were cleaned up, shaved, and dressed before ten. We stopped at the Dunkin’ Donuts drive-through for coffee and donuts then drove to my house where we swapped my car for Lizzie’s SUV. A few minutes later we walked into Lizzie’s room. Toni packed the clothes from the dresser drawers into a suitcase while I carried the clothes from the closet to the rear of the SUV. We had everything done, including Lizzie’s toiletries, blanket and pillow in half an hour. Throughout the entire move Lizzie had sat passively, looking out the window and not even once recognizing our presence. Dr. Thompson ...

... had told me that a special section of the medical center had been enlarged to handle the two hundred Alzheimer’s residents. Toni and I led Lizzie into the lobby and were directed to room136 just down the hallway and then to the right. Toni stayed with Lizzie while I brought in the suitcase and toiletries first then her other clothes later. Toni stayed with her while I went with a nurse to learn all about giving injections. She laughed at my expression when she handed me a large grapefruit. “Imagine this is your wife’s butt cheek.” “That does require a lot of imagination,” I commented with a chuckle. Then the nurse became serious. “We have a full schedule mapped out for Elizabeth—day by day with the exact dosage, starting low and increasing until we hopefully see a result. The injections are intramuscular rather than intravenous to allow for gradual absorption of the drug. That will also make giving the injection much simpler. Any place in her cheek will do and you won’t have to worry about air bubbles which would be a major concern in her veins.” “An embolism, you mean.” “Yes…Dr. Thompson told me you had a Master’s in bio so I assume you’ll know a bit more than most of the spouses.” Then she gave me the full course. Three hours later I had given more than one hundred successful injections of different volumes. The nurse checked me on every one. That damned grapefruit looked like a yellow watermelon that’s how swollen it was from the saline I’d pumped into it. I thought I was ...