When an athletic and viral husband has a work accident and is confined to a wheelchair, no one thinks about all the things the wife goes through, certainly not the absence of sex. We're in our early 40s and even after 21 years of marriage, we still had an active sex life and enjoyed each other twice a week, and sometimes more when one of us was especially horny. Then the unthinkable happened at work when he was visiting one of their manufacturing plants and he's been confined to that wheelchair for almost two years now. The company had given him a year to return to work in an equivalent but physically non-demanding position at the same pay, but at first he wasn't interested in returning to work at all. The doctors said it was depression about being confined to a wheelchair the rest of his life, but I knew better. It was also the lack of a normal sex life, which women know is very important to a man. Well, that's also important to the wife but, during the first few months after his accident, sex wasn't an issue for me, as I had to become used to all the other changes in our lives. But after about six months into our new situation, I started getting horny for sex again. At night I help my husband get from his wheelchair onto our bed to sleep on his back. One night back then whilst lying on my side of the bed in our dark bedroom thinking he was already asleep, I began playing with myself in earnest. We had talked about his sexual situation and its affect on both of us, and even though he can't sustain an erection stiff enough to satisfy me with me on top, the only position possible for us, he is able to masturbate himself to a come, but it takes a long time and he needs visual stimulation like watching porn, or I get him to come by sucking him for a long time. Anyway, I was fairly well into bringing myself off that night when about halfway there I realized he was awake and wanking his cock as he watched me. I told him I didn't know he was awake or I wouldn't be doing it. He told me he'd rather I did it when he was awake as it made him horny to watch me finger myself and it was helping him to wank to a come. So I continued and actually found it a turn on to do it whilst watching him wank his almost hard cock. I told him that afterward and he said he felt the same way. I soon came and afterward he said watching me in the throes of my passion whilst coming was the reason he came right afterward. After we both recovered our composure, I helped him clean up and then we cuddled and kissed until we fell asleep. In the morning, I awoke on my back to the feel of his fingers inside me (he had rolled toward me onto his side in order to reach between my thighs). It took a few seconds to wake enough to realize what was happening and to know it felt grand, so I raised my knees, flopped my thighs open wide, and rolled my hips in time with his finger fucking. I still had some residual arousal from the night before so it didn't take him long to bring me to a moaning and shuddering climax. For the next month or so watching porn together whilst masturbating was enough, but one night I was extra horny before bed time and was already wet from arousal when I helped him onto the bed and got in on my side. I quickly fingered myself to increase my wetness whilst he watched and wanked, then I rolled over to face him and began sucking his cock. He just lay back and enjoyed it. I finally got him almost hard, so I rose up onto my hands and knees, swung myself over to straddle his hips, and slowly settled down on his cock. It went up me nicely and I began slowly humping him to our mutual delight. He wasn't hard enough to make me come being only about three quarters erect, but when I arrived at the point of frustration, I reached down and fingered myself as I humped him. I soon came, my hips jerking and me moaning and gasping as the orgasm hit. It only lasted my usual ten to fifteen seconds, but it was brilliant and I was so happy to finally come with him in me after so many months. I gave him kiss after kiss in delight at realizing I could have orgasms on his cock. We began having sex almost every night with me on top and coming with my fingers. Then we would watch porn and masturbate together so he could come and I could come again when I wanted. This went on for a month or two, but then I started imagining having sex with another man pounding me to a climax from the rear with me on my hands and knees - my favourite position. We had always finished sex using that position with him making me come with his hard and deep thrusting from the rear. I told him I loved being on top with him up me and coming with my fingers, but I missed the way we had always finished. We both had liked it so much; he would sometimes spontaneously take me during the weekend or when arriving home from work that way with me bent over the kitchen table or the arm of the sofa in the lounge. After some discussion, he was the one to suggest I occasionally be with another man to get that when I needed. He said he was willing for me to do it elsewhere and then bring home to him the results in my panties, or to be taken by another man that way in our bed whilst he watched and wanked. It ended with him leaving the decision if and when and with whom up to me since I was the one with the need. So I had my husband's permission, but was reluctant to follow through, mainly because of the morality involved but also because I'm no beauty and the thought of rejection was too painful to bear. Then I thought of the Italian couple, Mario and Anna, living in their flat down the hallway from us. I was friendly with Anna from having coffee and chats with her both before and after my husband's accident, as well as frequently meeting one or both of them in the lift. During one of those chats after the accident when I was at my lowest I had told her of our sexual situation and she was sympathetic since her sister had had to cope with a similar problem for almost two years before her husband's sex dysfunction resolved itself. With her husband's permission, she had taken as a lover a married man they both knew who was discrete. Anna suggested I do the same, but I told her of my reluctance to put myself out there that way since I didn't have a pretty face or a slim body, and certainly looked exactly what I was, a middle aged and a bit overweight 'plain Jane'. Anna told me her sister was the same and yet she had no problem finding a discrete man to service her. I knew Anna had talked with Mario about me afterward for he soon started to be solicitous to me when we rode the lift alone together. That continued for a few weeks and each time he became a little bit bolder, making it obvious he was volunteering his 'services'. He wasn't bad to look at being somewhat handsome even though he was older by about 10 years and a bit overweight like me. I started to think about using him to 'break the ice' and build my confidence prior to me going on the pull to locate another man. One day when he and I were alone going up in the lift and he was gently coming on to me. I told him to let me know the next time Anna would be out of their flat. He smiled and told me she was out and wouldn't return for several hours. I said 'let's do it', and walked with him to the door to their flat. I followed him in and told him this was a first for me and we would do it my way. I dropped my coat and handbag on the nearest chair and went to the end of their dining room table, then turned to face him. I told him it would be a 'quickie' from the rear with me bent over the table. As he closed the distance between us, I turned away from him to face the table. I pulled my dress up bunching it up around my waist, then leant forward to rest my upper body on my forearms on the table, and moved my feet further apart. As he came up to me, I said, "Pull my panties down and get me wet with your fingers." He pushed my panties half way down my thighs where it was stretched between them, then his fingers made contact with my pussy lips. He began fingering the slit between them and I could feel myself quickly becoming wet and aroused, especially when his fingertips caressed my clit. I wanted more and told him to put his fingers inside and bring me to the brink. He slipped two fingers inside my pussy and murmured, "You're wet already," but reamed me as I had requested. I felt my climax building. I was ready for him and moaned, "Now. Take me now." He needed no further encouragement. I felt him rub his knob end along my slit a few times, and then concentrate on rubbing my clit with it. My hips squirmed from the sensation and I moaned when he finally pushed just inside my entrance. This caused my hips to involuntarily push back and suddenly half his length was up me. When I didn't protest his penetration with what I later discovered was a rather thick and wide cock, he quickly pushed in the rest of the way. I moaned in delight. I was in heaven with a rigid cock finally up me and stretching my pussy walls laterally. He was a snug fit and when he began very slowly fucking me with it, I felt deliciously wicked. As Mario was fucking me, I started to realize why some women found they can not resist having men other than their husbands. The combination of the incredible feeling of having a new cock in me along with the feeling of wickedness ay having forbidden fruit overwhelmed me and I felt like a new woman. I moaned with pleasure as he proceeded to fuck me with a steady rhythm, pushing in deep and then withdrawing almost entirely before pushing in deep again. I was moaning in time with his thrusts, which soon became more forceful. We fucked like that for a few delicious minutes as I felt my orgasm approach. I then bent my head down and gripped the table in concentration as my climax rushed forward, then said with some urgency, "I'm close ... I'm going to come." Hearing that, he pounded his cock hard and deep into me. I moaned and gasped with breathlessness that quickly pushed me over the edge. I came with more moans and gasps, pushing my hips back hard into him as he thrust deep into me. Half way through my orgasm I felt his cum erupt and flood me as he bellowed out his own climax. His deep pounding pushed me hard against the end of the table with such force it actually moved forward a bit each time he thrust into me. We fucked each other for a bit more whilst we came down. When we looked around, his hard thrusting had moved the table about a foot closer to the wall. I was still gasping a bit when he finally withdrew his cock. I felt some of his cum slide out and drip onto the gusset of my panties stretched between my thighs. I lay there for a few moments longer to regain my composure, then rose and pulled my panties up, the gusset tight against my entrance. It would catch the cum slowly dripping out. As I turned to face him, I dropped my dress back down. I was anxious to leave before Anna returned ad found us like that. As I faced him, Mario was pulling up his pants and trousers. I felt foolish doing it, but I thanked him. He thanked me back and I asked if he was going to tell Anna. He smiled and said, "Of course, she's the one who suggested I come on to you after you two talked ... Did you like it?" I replied in a surprised tone and said, 'Of course, you made me come." He then asked, "Will you let me have you again?" I replied, "Maybe. We'll see." He then asked if I was going to tell my husband, to which I replied, "Maybe. We'll see." As I crossed the short distance to their door, he told me if I wanted more to just call Anna, or we could do it spur of the moment when our paths crossed in the hallway or the lift. As I left, I had mixed thoughts and was in a quandary. I certainly enjoyed my climax from Mario, having had no difficulty coming from the pounding of his big cock, but I still felt guilty going to another man for it, even though I had my husband's permission. I walked back to our flat and closed the door behind me, then leant back against it with my eyes closed, pondering my mixed feelings of excitement and remorse. Just then he called out to me, having heard the hallway door close behind me when I entered. I girded myself and walked into the room with the telly where he sat in that awful wheelchair. He took one look at my face and asked what was wrong. I approached and just blurted out, "I've just let another man have me. I'm sorry." He thought for a few seconds letting my revelation sink in, then said, "Don't be sorry. You had a need and you filled it, just like we discussed. And I told you that you could do when you need it." I then said, almost crying, "But it wasn't you. You weren't a part of it." He reached out for me. I moved in close against the side of the wheelchair and leant over to hug him. He hugged me back as he held my upper body against him, my face buried in the bend of his neck. He softly asked, "Did it just happen?" I told him it had. He then asked, "Did he come in you." When I again said, "Yes," he asked if I wanted to share with him. That took me by surprise and I started to feel horny. I rose and looked him in the face and asked if he was sure. He had a lust filled look on his face when he nodded 'yes'. I reached down and ran my hand over his groin and felt the beginnings of an erection. I slowly caressed it and felt it get a bit harder. I continued and when it continued getting harder, I made my decision. I would do whatever he wanted and allowed me in order to further his sexual satisfaction as well as my own. We had reached a new plateau in rediscovering our sexuality as a couple. He saw acquiescence on my face as I looked at him with immense love and concern. He then he asked me to pull up my dress. I did and bunched it about my waist. With my dress up, the odour of sex wafted out from my damp panties. He leant close and sniffed several times, quite deeply, and then murmured, "I haven't smelled your freshly fucked pussy for such a long time." He then reached his hand between the top of my thighs, running his fingers along my pussy groove through the gusset of my panties. He quickly used his other hand to push the gusset aside and then ran his fingers through my wet and sticky pussy groove, and then said to himself, but loud enough for me to hear, "My God, you really did let someone fuck you." I quickly asked if he was angry, and he replied, "No, but its making me extremely horny." As he pulled my panties down to my knees to reveal my cum smeared groin, he groaned as he leant in to sniff me again. He said in almost a whisper to himself, "God, how I miss smelling your pussy after coming in it." Looking up into my face, he added, "You know I loved doing that after I had you." He then placed his other hand firmly on my bum as he slipped the two middle fingers of his hand between my thighs into my swamp of a pussy and began to finger fuck me. I placed my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, then rolled my head back and closed my eyes to enjoy it. I was immediately lost in his finger fucking and felt myself become hot and horny. He fingering felt grand and I soon was rolling my hips in concert with his fingers, and fast approaching a climax. When my breathing became heavy and I started to emit continuous moan, he quickened the speed and force of his fingers. I rapidly approached the watershed, then went over with hip jerks and loud gasps as I cried out, "I'm coming ... I'm coming ... Don't stop ... I'm coming." It was a long and delicious orgasm, made much more so by the fact it was my husband doing it to me as he continued fingering me to prolong it. My shuddering lasted quite longer than my usual 10 to 15 second, and I felt my remorse for fucking Mario melt away. All was almost right with the world again. After I was finally finished, I leant over, opened his trousers and pushed aside his pants, and then wanked and sucked him to a come. Afterward, I sat in his lap with my dress still bunched about my waist and my panties dropped somewhere on the floor. He lazily used one or two fingers to play with my sticky and cum smeared cunt. We talked between kisses and him trying to make me come again with his fingers. He wanted to know who had me and how it happened, including all the sex details. I told it to him in narrative style with all the details. When I finished, his cock was three-quarters hard again and I wanked and sucked him to another come. After that, he confirmed I could have other men when I needed hard pounding in addition to the sex we had between us, and I was either to bring them into our bed so he could watch, or bring myself to him immediately afterward as I had just done after Mario. The next day I caught Anna alone in her flat and we talked. She told me Mario had told her all about it, so I asked why she had encouraged her husband to seduce me. She looked at me with sympathetic eyes and gently began a long explanation, "Caro, I understand when a woman needs her man and he's either not available or can't perform. Over the years, I've had that with Mario with him being away sometimes for months at a time on a job; and also that time he was bedridden for several months recovering from his work accident. When we women need it, we need it. Better to get it from someone we know than try to pull it from someone unknown. Mario and I are realistic when it comes to sex between a man and wife. Most times it's beautiful and intimate and special between the spouses; but sometimes it's just a roaring physical need, more urgent and necessary than air, and we will almost kill for it and go to almost anyone to get it. At those times it's brutal and primitive and uncaring, with no love component at all. And before you ask, with Mario's knowledge and permission, I went to Mario's brother several times a month during those times Mario was away on work to get what I needed; and also when he was bedridden. In return, I ignored Mario's occasional 'dalliances' along the way. Of course, he doesn't know what I've done every Sunday morning these past few years when I'm supposed to be in church. I have a 'special' friend I visit for those two hours, and then I return refreshed like I used to be from church, but now refreshed in a different way." She gave me a conspiratorial look and laugh. I was both shocked and intrigued by her story, and we talked some more. When I tried to thank her for Mario as I finally got up to leave, she laughed and said, "Don't thank me. I should be the one thanking you. Mario is after me every day, sometimes more often, and it's just too much. If he has you once or twice a week, it will cool some of his ardour. You will be doing me the favour." I asked what she meant by 'once or twice a week'. She laughed again and said, "I want you to come here to have Mario. I would like to watch sometimes, and Mario is such a bull, you will not be able to stay away from him once you begin having him regularly." I almost couldn't believe my ears, but she was serious. Over the next fortnight or so I gave it some thought and when I next needed some hard pounding, I called Anna. She said Mario was there pestering her for sex, so I could visit right away, but she would leave this one time so I wouldn't feel embarrassed with her there. I went over a little while later after Anna had left and insisted to Mario we do it the same, almost business like, way as the first time. I guess I needed to keep some emotional distance between us for the sake of my husband. I positioned myself bent over the end of their dining room table. He fucked me, then pounded me deliciously until I came. He hadn't come and kept his cock in me as I began to come down. But then he did me again and I quickly came a second time. This time he didn't let me come down but for just a few seconds before he fucked me again, quickly pounding his cock into me and I had another breathless and gasping come. He then slowed down for maybe half a minute, then speeded up and pounded me to another one. What he was doing, giving me serial comes, felt fabulous, and he then pounded me again and again until I told him I couldn't take any more. He did me one more time and he finally came, flooding me with a huge load of cum. By the time he was finished with me, I almost couldn't stand. Same as the time before, cum rushed out to be caught by the gusset of my panties when he withdrew his cock. When I pulled my panties up tightly against my still dripping pussy, I stood on somewhat unsteady legs. I quickly left and was glad my husband was napping when I returned to our flat. I flopped on our bed without undressing and napped for over an hour. I then cleaned up without telling my husband about it. My husband and I soon settled into a routine with us having sex with me on top and coming with my fingers three or four times a week between times when we watched porn together and afterward brought ourselves off watching each other. I was also having Mario about once a fortnight in their flat, sometimes with Anna in attendance fingering herself to a come whilst watching us. When he was finished with me, Mario would then fuck her. I would usually watch and bring myself off; and then I would return to ours leaving them doing a second round. Most times I didn't tell my husband about Mario since I didn't want him to become jealous. More to follow....