♀ & I had a shower together Sunday afternoon. I washed her hair, shaved her legs and one pit. She’s still very sore and has very limited mobility, but she was able to pull her arm away from her body far enough to allow me to rub some Polysporin on her rash. She was able to get dressed…well I had to do up her bra, but at least she wasn’t wearing pj’s. We managed to go for a stroll in the sunshine and went out for lunch.  We even had sex, though there was a ten hour break between her orgasm and mine.

 

After we got home from our walk and lunch I checked emails and cleaned up the kitchen, then I went to find ♀. She was on our bed (first time in a week) all propped up with pillows. She was naked from the waist down (her pussy really needs to be shaved), she was trying to get the angle with the bullet in her wrong hand and her favourite glass dildo was beside her. I sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her inner thighs with the cool glass. It took awhile, but eventually she got the bullet where it needed to be and I started to tease her lips with the tip of the dildo.

 

 We both knew her excitement level would need to build to a point where it would over-ride her fear of what would happen when her muscles contracted during orgasm. There was no hurry. I gently caressed up and down her legs and across her belly and her moistening cunt slowly swallowed the bumpy glass shaft. It certainly wasn’t her biggest or longest orgasm ever, but at least she was able to have it. She was very achy afterwards. She took a T-3 and moved back to the couch with an ice pack.

 

Once she was sort of comfortable she told me to bring her the NJoy butt plug and she inserted it for me. She said I could get dressed pretty. I put on black silk stockings, black long-line bra with both inserts so I had really big boobs and a low cut purple dress. You know, I still feel guilt about getting dressed up, but I think it’s more because we can’t really go out and do anything if I’m dressed up. I don’t cross-dress to try and pass as female, I do it because I’m a sissy. So it’s fine to do when she’s not home and I’m doing house-work, but if she’s home we’re stuck. That will be one of the benefits of joining the Lounge.  Since we couldn’t go anywhere anyway I didn’t feel guilty. It was nice. We had delicious beef stroganoff, watched a couple of really stupid movies and just hung out.

 

♀ decided she wanted to try sleeping in our bed. So I got changed into a pink baby-doll with matching panties and after lots of trial and error we managed to get the pillows situated just right. I was laying beside her and she reached over and started playing with my nipples. I thought she was going to tell me to masturbate for her. She reached down and stroked my cock and in a quiet voice said, “if you promise not to hurt me, you can have sloppy-seconds Baby”.

 

We tried missionary first, but even gentle thrusting put too much downward pressure so I laid beside her. She had a leg over my hips so she had more control over my angle and depth. Being inside her for the first time in a week (the longest break in 8 years) and concentrating on not jostling her meant I didn’t last long…which was probaly a good thing. She’d given me permission to masturbate several times during the week, but I was only able to come once. I think I was just to stressed. 

 

Even with all that activity she only took about half of the pain medicine she had needed the days before so we were hopeful when we went to see her GP Monday morning. The doctor told us that there’s definitely calcium deposits in the joint, but the accute pain was most likely caused by a ligament tear in the rotator-cuff.  The shoulder is a very complicated joint and an injury can trigger spasms in any (or all) of  the six muscles and that can get really fucking painful. Apparently, injuries like this are common when we sleep because we’re not aware of our bodies and we can move past the ‘ouch’ point without knowing it.

 

So the doctor referred her to a physiotherapist who specializes in this sort of injury. From what she can see on the x-ray and the improvement in the past day, she’s cautiously optimistic that physio will do the trick. Her first appointment is next Monday and the doctor said she could try going back to work tomorrow.

 

Cross your fingers.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

My uncle sent me this…

 

A man is browsing in a pet shop and sees a parrot sitting on a little 
perch. It doesn’t have any feet or legs. The guy says aloud, “Golly, I 
wonder what happened to this parrot?”

The parrot says, “I was born this way. I’m a defective parrot.”

 ”Holy crap,” the guy replies. “You actually understood and answered me!”

 ”I got every word,” says the parrot. “I happen to be a highly intelligent, 
thoroughly educated bird ..”
 ”Oh yeah?” the man asks, “Then answer this — how do you hang onto your 
perch without any feet?”
 ”Well,” the parrot says, “this is very embarrassing but since you asked, I 
wrap my weenie around this wooden bar like a little hook. You can’t see it 
because of my feathers.”

 ”Wow,” says the guy. “You really can understand and speak English can’t 
you?”

 ”Actually, I speak both Spanish and English, and I can converse with 
reasonable competence on almost any topic: politics, religion, sports, 
physics, philosophy. I’m especially good at ornithology. You really ought 
to buy me. I’d be a great companion.”
 The man looks at the £200 price tag. “Sorry, but I just can’t afford 
that.”

 ”Pssssssst,” says the parrot, “I’m defective, so the truth is, nobody 
wants me ’cause I don’t have any feet. You can probably get me for £20, 
just make the guy an offer!”

 The man offers £20 and walks out with the parrot..

 Weeks go by.The parrot is sensational. He has a great sense of humour, 
he’s interesting, he’s a great pal, he understands everything, he 
sympathizes, and he’s insightful. The man is delighted..

 One day the man comes home from work and the parrot goes, 
“Psssssssssssst,” and motions him over with one wing. “I don’t know if I 
should tell you this or not, but it’s about your wife and the postman.”
 ”What are you talking about?” asks the man.

 ”When the postman delivered the mail today, your wife greeted him at the 
door in a sheer black nightie.”

 ”WHAT???” the guy says incredulously. “THEN what happened?”

 ”Well,then the postman came into the house and lifted up her nightie and 
began petting her all over,” reported the parrot.

 ”NO!” he exclaims. “And she let him?”

 ”Yes. Then he continued taking off the nightie, got down on his knees and 
began to kiss her all over.”

 Then the frantic man screams, “THEN WHAT HAPPENED?”

 ”Damned if I know. I got an erection and fell off my perch!”