Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2011 19:04:51 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: The Newton's. Chapter One.

  This story is for persons of eighteen years or more only. All comments,
good or bad are welcome and each one will be answered.

  Chapter One
  PAUL

       It was the car accident that changed my life, though it was bound to
have changed anyway, but not in the way that it did. The change that had
been foreseen was the relationship with my wife, Christiana, not, as it
happened, with other people.
     I slowly came out of my coma completely disorientated as to where I
was, eyes unfocused, seeing only whiteness all around me. I think I coughed
for I found I couldn't speak. My tongue felt twice its normally size and
seemed to be fixed to the roof of my mouth I was that dry and thirsty. A
shimmering patch of white moved and a piece of plastic was pushed between
my lips and I felt the weak orange juice loosen my tongue as the spout of
the cup was tilted.
     `Just a little at a time,' said a voice as the spout was removed and
my chin was wiped with a tissue before I felt the spout touch my lips
again. I gratefully swallowed the little I was given and then lapsed into
sleep again.
     When I awoke for the second time and opened my eyes, I was still
surrounded by this sea of whiteness and thought that if I were blind it
would appear to be black, not white. I tried to speak to say I was thirsty,
but the noise that came from my mouth was more of a croak than actual
words.
     `Robert!' I heard a voice call out from somewhere to my left, `I think
he's awake.' The whiteness shimmered once again and then colour came into
my sight and I found that I was looking at a black smiling face.
     `Welcome back to the land of the living Mr. Newton,' said the black
man dressed in white. `Thirsty are we?' he asked as he brought a plastic
spouted cup to my lips and tilted it so that the lovely liquid seeped into
my dry mouth. I couldn't answer him as I greedily sucked the fluid and had
the pleasure of it washing around the inside of my mouth before letting it
slide down my throat. I could only blink my gratitude as I drank the
contents of the cup.
     `There now, that should make you feel better,' he said as I finished
and he took the cup away and wiped my chin again.
     `Thank you,' I croaked out. `Where am I? What happened?'
     `You're in Reading hospital. You were in a car accident,' he said.
     `Oh,' was all I could say, not really remembering what had
happened. `Was it bad?' I asked for I was now coming awake and found that I
couldn't move my upper body. Also, I realised, I was propped up into almost
a sitting position.
     `Well apart from the concussion, you broke both of your arms, broke
your collar bone in two places and cracked two ribs. Apart from that you're
alright. Oh, you also dislocated both shoulders but they've been put back
into their right places.'
     I then noticed that some of the whiteness I could see was my two arms,
both outstretched as though I was about to embrace somebody, and they were
covered in plaster with just my hands sticking out at the ends.
     `But I can't move,' I said to him.
     `That's because the whole of your upper body is covered in plaster
from the neck down to your navel.'
     The rest of the whiteness shimmered again and I realised it was a
curtain pulled round my bed as another face appeared in my sight. A female
one this time.
     `So Mr. Newton is awake now,' she said.
     `Yes sister,' Robert replied.
     `Well he's in your charge now then Reading,' she said before whisking
herself away.
     `You heard her Mr Newton. You're being looked after by me from now
on,' he said.
     `My name is Paul, and what does looking after me entail?' I asked
stupidly.
     `You want to eat and drink I suppose?' he said with a smile. I then
realised how much I was dependant on him when I looked at both my arms
stuck out in their plaster casts.
     `Oh, er, yes, I do see,' and then I had other thoughts. `What about,
er, you know what?' I asked, looking down at my lower body.
     `That too,' he laughed. `I've already taken out the catheter so when
you want the toilet, just give me a shout.'
     `Er...Robert.'
     `Yes?'
     `Er...it just happens that I need to go now,' I said.
     `Bottle or pan?'
     `Er...,' I had to give it thought for a moment as to what he was
  talking about until it twigged. `Bottle, please.'
     `No problem,' he said, reaching down by the side of the bed to the
cabinet next to me and produced from the bottom shelf a huge flat sided,
heavy big bottle with a wide neck. He pulled down the bed sheet and pulled
up the gown that I appeared to be draped in. `Really no need for the
curtains now, this being an all male ward,' he said. `I must say that this
is some todger you've got,' he said as he took hold of my penis and
inserted it into the neck of the bottle. I felt my face go red at his
taking hold of me like that in so matter of fact way. It was the first time
any other male had ever touched me there. My sudden embarrassment refused
to let me pee into the bottle and so he rubbed his hand up and down on my
lower stomach, another first for me.
     `Come on, let it go. I've already been checking your urine and not
seen any blood, so your kidney's are okay.' With his hand massaging my
lower stomach, it seemed to relax my muscles and I was then able to release
my urine that began to flow into the bottle. It felt strange to be half
sitting up in bed and yet having a piss at the same time, fully expecting
it to overspill and soak my legs as well as the mattress.
     `It's always hard the first time, but you'll get used to it. Wait
until you want to have a crap and I've got to wipe your bum,' he laughed.
     Now that was really embarrassing when I eventually had to give in to
the call of nature the following day for this to happen. He'd been giving
me drinks and hand feeding me and this I was accepting fine, but found it
very difficult to be lifted up onto the bedpan and then, when I'd finished,
have him half roll me over to wipe and clean my backside.
     `We'll have to get you up walking to the toilets. It's much easier to
do this in there than in the bed,' he said when he'd finished, though I
didn't expect him to start me walking about the very next time I wanted a
pee.
     `No bottle this time. We've got to get you up walking or you'll finish
up with bed sores, and I don't like treating them,' he said flatly. I tried
to protest but to no avail for he insisted that I got up out of bed. It was
only then that I realised how top heavy I was with having the upper half of
my body encased in plaster. Not only that but my outstretched arms kept
getting in the way and knocking him as he struggled to turn me round,
pulling my legs over the side of the bed.
     `Now let's get you upright,' he said once my feet were flat on the
floor and grasping my two plaster encased arms, pulled me as though wanting
an embrace for my two outstretched arms went either side of him as his
hands now came down to my waist to steady me.
     `I'm holding you,' he said as he felt me waver, trying to keep my
balance, my legs trembling at this increased weight I was carrying. Not
only that, but I suddenly felt light headed at having blood leave my upper
torso to start moving in my lower limbs.
     `You'll feel a little dizzy for a moment or two,' he said as if I
hadn't realised that already. `Lean on me,' he said as he ducked his head
under my left outstretched arm and supported me on his shoulder. `Just say
when you're ready to move.'
     We stood like this for a minute or two until my head cleared and said
that I was ready. With him supporting me, I began to shuffle forward, the
floor cold to my feet and I now felt all sorts of aches and pains that I
hadn't noticed while in the bed.
     `Christ,' I exclaimed as we moved slowly down the ward. `I ache all
over.'
     `I'm not at all surprised,' he said.
     `Also, I can feel a draught round my backside.' He gave out a chuckle.
     `It's the hospital gown. They're open at the back.'
     `But everyone can see my bum then,' I protested.
     `You'll get used to it, besides, you'll be seeing theirs too later.'
     Feeling as if my face was a flaming red colour, we continued at my
shuffling pace out through the open ward door to the first door on the left
which he opened to reveal a urinal and a toilet. We got inside and shuffled
to the urinal where I was able to place my hands flat on the tiled wall,
the plaster cast stopping just short of my wrists. But I was still a foot
away from the receptacle I was to pee in for I couldn't get any closer.
     `What do we do now?' I asked.
     `Pretty much the same as in the bottle only I've got to hold it this
time till you've finished,' he said as he lifted up the whole front of my
gown and draped it over one of my outstretched arms.
     `As I said before Paul, you've got a nice todger here,' he said as he
took hold of my dick in his hand, `and a nice pair of balls too.' I felt my
face go red again as his hand moved on me and as I was busting, I had to
let go and started to pee. He wasn't quite ready and it began to hit the
wall to the side until he directed my stream into the bowl.
     `You're getting it over your hand and on the floor,' I said at the
relief of having this pee.
     `I'm used to it. Don't worry,' he said as I continued until the stream
stopped with the last few drops falling onto the floor.
     `I bet this gets quite big when you've got an erection,' he said as he
squeezed it a few times and shaking the end. `Pleasing all the girls no end
I imagine.'
     I couldn't answer this being embarrassed at what he'd said about an
erection. Though it secretly pleased me that he'd thought that I would be
big when I did have one. He left me propped up while he washed his hands
and then helped me back into the ward and into my bed. A nurse came up to
him and said a few words into his ear and left and he saw to my bedcovers,
getting them straight, smoothing them out like a mother hen.
     `There,' he said with a satisfied smile on his face. `All nice and
tidy for your visitor,' he said as he pulled a chair across from the next
bed and put it by the side of mine.
     `A visitor?' I asked, wondering who the hell would visit me.
     `Yes,' he almost simpered. `A young fresh faced policeman.'
     With that, he left me to wondering what would a policeman want with
me. As he reached the door of the ward, a young policeman indeed did appear
and Robert said a few words and pointed to me. I guess the young man said
his thanks for he looked at me and came over.
     `May I sit down?' he asked most politely.
     `Be my guest,' I said and so he sat and pulled a small notebook out of
one of his top pockets. He flipped through a few pages before he found the
one he wanted.
    `I am P.C. Williams and I would like to ask you a few questions,' and
didn't wait for me to answer before going on `You are Mister Paul Newton of
number seven, Gallow's Lane?'
     `Yes,' I replied.
     `And you are the registered owner of the vehicle, registration...,'
and he had to consult his note book as he read it out.
     `Yes,' I said again.
     `I'm here about the accident you had the other night, one that
involved you and your wife.'
    Wife! I'd completely forgotten that she had been in the car with
me. When Robert said about me having an accident, he hadn't mentioned that
I'd had my wife in the car.
     But now it all came flooding back to me. We'd been out to dinner in
Reading and, as usual, we were bickering on the way home.
  *
        I have been married for seven years to Christiana and the passion
we had felt before we wed had long since disappeared. Apathy and
indifference had taken its place and the excuse was put down to the fact
that we were still childless.
     We lived in a detached house in spacious grounds that had once
belonged to my parents in Gallow's Lane, a quiet section of Reading,
Berkshire, and we both worked for an electrical retailer, where, at a
seminar, we had met eight years ago.
     The seminar had been held in Rotterdam, Holland, by a large
manufacturer of a variety of electrical household appliances that they
produced for the English market. I had just become an Assistant Manager of
my London branch and was there to learn about a new line that was about to
be released in England.
     Christiana Nordstrom, as she was known then, was the seminar's
demonstrator for these Dutch products and took an instant liking to me,
this shy Englishman. It was not exactly love at first sight, but there was
a certain attraction that we had for one another. After the day's
demonstrations and talks, we would sit together in the bar and she had the
knack of drawing me out of my shyness.
     I'd only ever known two women sexually and was still reticent in
coming forward with this attractive Dutch female. I was still only twenty
one to her twenty four years of age, and though I longed to take her to
bed, was unable to pluck up the courage to ask her. She was amused by my
naiveté but didn't push me and so when the seminar came to an end, I was
most reluctant to leave. When this time did arrive, I managed to stutter
out that I would like to visit her if she would be agreeable to this
suggestion. She had smiled and said that she would be pleased whenever I
did visit Rotterdam again.
     Buoyed up by this, I began to make monthly trips to see and court
her. It was only a weekend at a time though I did manage to get a fortnight
there on my next annual holiday and it was near the end of this that I
proposed to her. It was only after she accepted that I first kissed her and
that was all that we did during this holiday. It was two months later that
I held her in my arms and hesitantly groped her breasts as we kissed and
was most elated when she agreed to sleep in my hotel room that night.
     That first time wasn't all that successful with our groping in the
dark as we undressed and got into bed. I remember that I trembled as I
stroked her bare breasts for the first time and my erection was most
painful, needing its release, which it did too soon, for I'd only just
moved over on top of her when I ejaculated before I'd even had the chance
to enter her. I was most mortified at covering her thighs with this
outpouring that never seemed to stop as I kept stammering out my apologies
for being so premature.
     She soothed my feelings by saying that it quite often happens to a man
who's been roused so long and that it would be better later when I was once
more erect. I accepted this and so we kissed and cuddled till I was once
more aroused and this time, successfully penetrated and came inside her.
     I couldn't stop from kissing her at her understanding and patience and
it was a huge relief to myself that I had been able to complete the act
this time. There were no such hang-ups the next night and we both
thoroughly enjoyed our lovemaking though it was the last until we got
married.
     The wedding took place in the church on Hoogenstrasse with her parents
and friends there and her brother-in-law acting as best man for me as I had
no-one else to stand beside me. It wasn't a large or lavish affair, there
only being about forty guests, but, as weddings go, it was good and
everyone enjoyed the occasion. There was much kissing of goodbyes before we
left the reception, her mother in tears as well as a couple of aunts, for
after the honeymoon, we would be living in England.
     We went back to my hotel where her clothes had been delivered and
after changing, went to the airport and boarded a plane for Tenerife. We
had a wonderful time, now accepting our nudity and also made love in
daylight as well as with the light on at night to be able to see the
pleasure on each other's face as we climaxed. Our week was soon over and it
was back to England to settle down to married life.
     That was seven years ago.
     With the honeymoon over, we moved into my house in Reading and I went
back to work at my shop in London. Christiana was thrilled at her new home
but quickly became bored with cleaning and trying to prepare different
meals for me. She had given up her job in Holland but still was active
enough to want something to do other than housework. I mentioned this to my
manager who passed it on through the proper channels that I had married the
one time demonstrator of the products from Holland. This was soon realised
that it would be cost effective to have her do the same as she did in
Holland here in England. Instead of sending everybody over there for
indoctrination, just send her to come back and hold the seminars in
England. The board of directors agreed to this and so it was passed back
down the line to see if she would accept the post.
     Of course I was delighted at this offer of work for her and actively
encouraged her to accept and go for an interview at Head Office. This she
did and seemed to satisfy the board for she was offered the post as their
demonstrator in England.
     So for two weeks every six months, she got to go back to Holland to
see the new products and also have time with her family. Then back to
England where she would spend several months living in an hotel to talk to
other sales managers about the new lines that they would be retailing
through their shops.
     Happy though I was for Christiana, I was a bit peeved that she would
be in an hotel during the week and I would come home to an empty house to
have to see to my own meals and sleep alone in our bed. This was just the
start of our estrangement, for two years later I was elevated to become a
manager of my own shop. With the shop opening at nine in the morning and
not closing till six o'clock in the evening, commuting became a serious
hardship for my shop was in Tooting, South London.
     Not only this, but my sex life was being seriously curtailed and
confined to the weekends when she was out on a seminar. Where she had
Saturday and Sunday off, I worked on the Saturday and had Sunday and Monday
off, so whatever sex we had could only be on the Saturday night or Sunday
for she would be off again on the Monday morning.
     Now I wasn't short of money for the house was owned outright and as
two wages were coming in, we only cooked for two at weekends, so little was
spent on food. I was disgruntled at this commuting home to an empty house
and decided that I might as well be alone in London and save on the car
fuel. The upshot being that I bought a small flat in Tooting, not far from
the shop, the saving argument being that it was also an investment in the
future for house prices were at their lowest for years.
     This was the seal on our departure from being a normal married couple
with me staying the week in London and only coming home on a Saturday
night, so that when she was not on a seminar, she was living in the house
on her own. So it was inevitable that she too got bored when I was staying
in London as I had been when she was in an hotel.
  *
        My sex life was almost nil at this time, alone in my flat in
Tooting, my only relief was by masturbating, helped along by some videos
that I'd finally plucked up the courage to go into a sex shop to purchase
three that I picked at random.
     When I got back to my flat, I made myself a meal and then when
finished, put one of the films on and during the credits, seeing girls
sucking on an erect penis and having the come spew out over their faces,
I'd jerk myself off into some tissues. It took me a week to get through one
film, jerking off at each new scene, imagining the girl on the screen was
doing it to me.
     It was amazing that all the men in the films had cocks much bigger
than mine and seemed to be able to fuck a woman for ages and then to pull
out and jerk off to send their sperm all over their tits or face.
     One in particular that I did like was when a girl was having a shower
with a big black man and washing his erection, lots of soap suds until she
rinsed these off before taking this big black penis into her mouth and
sucking and nibbling on it till he came all over her face and into her
mouth. This one I jerked off the most to above all the others.
     I would also fantasise that it was Christiana doing it to me for it
was something she had not ever done with me and this had rankled. Though
she might have felt the same by me not going down on her when I watched
some man lick and suck at a shaven pussy.
     This, watching these sex videos was my release when I was alone in my
flat for I didn't have the bottle to go out and try and pick up a woman for
sex. It was this inherent shyness that held me back and so I resorted to
these sex films to relieve myself.
     Even so, when I did get home to Christiana, I held back to only having
sex on the Sunday, and that in the usual missionary position, not having
the courage to find out if she would like to have sex in any other
position.

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