Sandra needs a lot of loving and up till now had always managed to keep her happy. Then I was involved in a pretty bad car accident. I knew nothing about what had happened as I was hit from behind and spun into the oncoming traffic. I was told that I was unconscious for almost a week and pretty lucky to have survived the crash. By the time I had come around most of the superficial wounds had healed or pretty close. The main injury was a broken femur that was in traction. I was told to expect to be in hospital for at least another twelve weeks. I had loads of visitors and my mates would bring Sandra in as she hates driving in town. I asked Paul to make sure he and our other mates looked after Sandra for me. If only I knew what I had just given him permission to do. Sandra is one of those people that looks for the downfalls and problems in life and was a bit down. Paul said he would take her for a meal on the way home to cheer her up. I thanked him for being so thoughtful. Two night later Sam brought Sandra in. She looked quite happy and I extended my thanks to Sam for him and the lads looking after her. He just had a cheesy looking grin on his face. Time in hospital runs so slow and Twelve weeks felt like a year. Finally I was out of traction and more than a little wobbly on my feet. I was booked in for lots of Physio before Oliver drove me home. The lads had set up a bed down stairs for me and rearranged most of the furniture for me. Again I extended my thanks. Sandra was exceedingly happy that I was home. Not so happy that sex was going to be hard if not impossible for a while longer when I explained it to you. That's when she dropped the bomb shell, "your mates will just have to continue looking after me." I assumed that she meant with chores and other things. Later I heard her on the phone talking to someone. She was telling whoever to come on over and that I had said it was alright. I was still on quite a heavy dose of pain killers and was sleeping lots. I remember being disturbed by moans and groans. At first I thought it was still a dream and then a louder groan alerted me to the fact that this was no dream. Someone, probably my wife was getting fucked. Yes, I recognized that groan, it was Sandra. From the moans and groans whoever was with Sandra was giving her a good seeing to. Then it all stopped. A while later I heard someone leave and the front door close. Then Sandra in a nighty came into the lounge and asked was I ok. Was I Ok? More to the point who was fucking my wife. I asked what the hell she thought she was doing fucking someone else. "You told them to do me," she informed me. I asked what the hell she meant. "You told Paul and the lads to take care of me and they have," she informed me. She added that Paul had told her that it was what I wanted and he had told her that I had asked him and my other mates to take care of her. I recalled the conversation, but nowhere had I asked him or any of my other mates to fuck my wife. I asked which of my mates had fucked her and Sandra said, "All of them silly. You told all of them to take care of me and they definitely did as you asked." The silly cow looked pleased with herself. I know my wife is a little naive and gullible at times, but taking care of my wife didn't mean taking care of her, well not that way. Well it was too late now. I now understood the cheesy grin on Sam's face when I thanked him for taking care of Sandra. The worse bit was knowing that it was some while before I was going to be full mobile again and Sandra was expecting the lads to continue to take care of her needs. For the next ten weeks I wasn't sure what hurt the most, my leg, the Physio or hearing my mates fucking my wife. Finally minus plaster wheelchairs and everything else I was mobile again. I had expected all my mates to stop coming over and seeing to Sandra. All but two did but I had to be firm with the last two and tell them that I had got this now. It was now that I decided that I was going to help each and everyone of them's wives or girlfriends out, the same way they had helped Sandra. Of the eleven of them three were easy and as I calculated that my mates had all fucked my wife at least twenty times I would do the same for them. The three took just four months to have returned the favor and screwed them about twenty times each After that it got harder, but one by one I worked on fucking their wives or girlfriends. Sam had changed girlfriends so I fucked both of them to make sure. That all started nine years back and I was just about to have my way with the last one before the virus arrived and locked us down. Pam and I are still texting and when it is safe to do so I will complete my mission. In fact she seems keen to fool around. Of the eleven mates three have divorced and one of them remarried and four others have gone through tough times. As Joe remarried I had to treat his new wife the same. I really enjoyed her. Since then I am aware that two of them are in other extra marital affairs since I fucked them. It just shows how many women are just as happy to cheat as their husbands. Some of you might not be that happy with me, but I don't care, and I intend to continue until I have repaid all their so called "Kindness" to my wife. As for my wife and I, she got a taste for other cocks, so we ended up going in for wife swapping. I have told her all about my quest to get my own back. She felt so silly when she realized that my mates had all just taken advantage of her. She knows that I don't cheat on her as we do not regard swinging as cheating as we are both involved and the repayment to my mates wives and girlfriends is only fair and Sandra is happy to let me finish my quest. Just one to go!