SwingBot secretly hates having sex. He even breaks his bones to get out of it!
No, not really, but he did slip in new shoes on the rain-slicked stairs of our front porch on Monday. Fortunately, I had not yet left, as I had been preparing to do, so was available to hear him ring the doorbell for help. Nothing looked bad, but his left arm hurt intensely. We waited about half an hour, maybe less, before he decided that he did indeed need to go to the emergency room. One hospital visit later, we knew that he had a fracture on his elbow and little could be done about it, save taking painkillers, giving it six weeks to mend, not moving it for the first week, and giving it gentle exercise after that first week. Even a splint would cause more harm than good.
On the drive home, SwingBot commented, \”I don\’t have to worry about sexually taking care of my wife; I have people for that.\” That triggered a discussion over whether we should cancel Tuesday\’s play date. SwingBot said that he saw no reason to cancel; \”He [BG] just needs to keep the milkshakes coming.\” (We have had two impromptu booty calls to address only my needs so far, and BG brought SwingBot a vanilla milkshake each time.)
One milkshake delivery and dinner later, BG and I headed to the bedroom while SwingBot headed to his office. While stripping BG, I knelt to suck his cock for a little while, enjoying the soft skin and the hard shaft that it covers. Standing up, I pulled his shirt over his head, but left the sleeves binding his arms behind him for a moment. \”That\’s a good look for you,\” I observed, before freeing him. We finished disrobing while still standing, and he instructed, \”Hold on to me.\” He then lifted, carried, and set me onto the bed, covering my body with his.
On the bed and with me on all fours, BG licked me from behind. The oral and digital attention to my cunt and anus made me weak and softly crying out religious approval (\”God!\” and \”Yes!\” a lot). As ever, I felt torn between wanting the oral sex to never stop, and to feel his cock inside me. By the time he fucked me, his cock felt incredibly fulfilling and I was cumming frequently. SwingBot entered the room just in time to miss BG\’s climax.
We rested a while and then BG and I started again. This time, SwingBot leant us a hand… literally. He gloved and lubed up his good hand and rubbed at my clit and BG\’s balls, enhancing the sex for both of us simultaneously. We two agreed that he definitely knew what to do to make a good thing better.
After our second bout, we made the bed and SwingBot, tired and medicated, collapsed onto it. Dressed, BG and I headed downstairs and for the couch. There, we continued to play with each other, stripping ourselves again and fucking again. As part of our buildup this time, we dry-humped each other, with me in his lap, and he licked my exposed nipples. I orgasmed at least twice that way, which seemed to make BG pretty smug.
After our third and final bout for the night, BG and I dressed and reclined on the couch. I sat sideways, with one leg curled between us and the other draped across his lap. We then talked… a lot. I forgot the first topic (or first several topics), but the conversation eventually focused on relationships, both familial and romantic. Rehashing my past reminded me of how very good SwingBot has been for me. I have come to take for granted my current peace of mind, which is largely due to him. My temper is still quick, but it used to be much more volatile and I used to carry a lot of just-under-the-surface rage.
Among other warped ways of thinking, I spent much of my life thinking that I should not have been born. The union that created me was not a happy one, plus I felt that I simply did not contribute enough to justify my place in the world. SwingBot made me feel valued and helped cool my free-floating rage enough that I mellowed and established a sense of self worth. I am not claiming that I had a hard life — far from it, my life has always been soft and easy — but SwingBot still did wonderful things for me. When I stop and think about us, like I did during my talk with BG, the connection that I feel with SwingBot scares me. I do not think that we are codependent, but imagining life without SwingBot is now impossible. That intimidates me, when I give it thought.
I finally let BG go home and headed to bed at quarter to ugly in the morning. Our talk made me want to wrap myself around SwingBot in a full-body hug, to express my love and gratitude for him.
But that would have jostled his injured arm, so that was out.
Since the break, SwingBot has expressed interest in sex and we even tried it once. We managed to avoid moving or jostling his arm, but when we neared him to orgasm, the building muscle tension caused him screaming pain. I hope that it is just the swelling near the break that causes the tension-induced pain, because neither of us plan to wait six weeks for him to have sex again. He might \”have people\” to take care of me, but he still needs to be taken care of, too.