Wheels by Shady Lady Julie

Wheels by Shady Lady Julie

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The reason why this story is called ‘Wheels’ is the main male character is confined to a wheelchair. I accept I have taken a few artistic licences here and there but what I have described is perfectly possible and I hope I have not offended any mobility challenged people out there.

Rosie sat with her feet up on the balcony rail looking out over the swimming pool and the carefully manicured gardens and said out loud to herself, ‘life has treated me OK I guess.” Today was her 40th birthday, not that she had told anyone, and when she first arrived in America from England just under ten years ago, she would never have expected to be here looking out over a millionaire’s landscaped gardens, in a luxurious suite, sipping a cocktail. ‘OK’ she thought to herself, ‘it may not be mine but I get full use of it, the pay is good and the work is not hard at all, so mustn’t grumble.’ and with that Rosie drained the cocktail and removed her clothes ready for bed. Before she put her nightie on, she happened to glanced in the full-length mirror and she twisted from side to side as she appraised her body thoughtfully reasonably happy with what she saw. She knew at 120lb she could do to shed a few pounds from her 4’ 11”” diminutive frame but it wasn’t bad for a woman of her age. She weighed each of her breasts in her hands jiggling them at her reflection happy the sag wasn’t that great for her 34C breasts, and finally looking over her shoulder patted her ass cheeks with a murmur to herself, “need to get on that treadmill girl.” Poking a tongue out at the reflection of the elfin face with short straight brown hair and twinkling green eyes that looked back at her.

Rosie was a full-time occupational therapist employed by Chuck and Lynsey Thomas and had been with them for the last ten years looking after Jeff their only son. Jeff was turning 30 in a few weeks and was a handsome young man with a great personality and a smile that would turn many heads. The main challenge that Jeff faced in life was that following a car accident over 20 years ago he was paralysed and had lost the use of his legs and confined to a wheelchair. Coupled with that damage to his neural system also meant that from time to time his hands went into spasms making fine motor control difficult, if not impossible on occasions He was as sharp as a pin mentally and many times Rosie would find herself marvelling at his powers of thought and laughing at his fast cracking humour, often self-deprecating.

Rosie was a perfect fit for the Thomas’s as she had worked in a spinal injury rehabilitation unit in England before moving to America, coupled with that experience she had excellent references and more than sufficient qualifications for the role. Her duties weren’t onerous as all she had to do was care for Jeff and make his life as comfortable as possible, the cooking and cleaning was done by other staff who the Thomas’s employed in their large sprawling mansion.

Saturday night was his special night as this was when he would have a bed bath with his favourite special soap he had bought online and of course not being able to use his hands for intricate manoeuvres it meant Rosie would have to wash him everywhere including his genitals. Rosie didn’t mind really and Jeff would act non-fussed as she would make sure there was a good lather on his balls and cock as she worked it up and down, and often he had a raging hard on when she left. She would often wonder to herself what happened after she had gone in respect of being able to grip, but Jeff never complained, in fact he always seemed relaxed and happy on Sunday mornings. The soap itself was a bit strange as it wasn’t so much a bar of soap but more like the tub of thick cream that is sometimes used in place of hard soap. To her nose it smelt funny but Jeff always insisted on it, saying it helped his nerve endings and Ben seemed to love the smell as well as he was always sniffing at Rosie as she left the room.

Ben was Jeff’s ever close companion for the last 5 years, a massive black Labrador that must have weighed over 80lb and had a head that was bigger than a bowling ball. He had the most wonderful deep brown eyes and would often just lay there as Rosie entered the room would open one eye, observe her and then go back to sleep. The only time the dog’s demeanour changed was on Saturday night when he would dance around like a puppy and more than once get so agitated, he would barge into Rosie as he cavorted around the room with his tongue hanging out, panting and sniffing.

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Saturday evening came around as normal and Rosie went to Jeff’s room to undertake their weekly ritual bed bath. Jeff was already lying on the bed as she entered and before she could speak he said, “Really sorry Rosie my arms are playing up awful again,” trying to look sheepish as he laid back with a contended look on his face. Rosie idly wondered to herself whether she should give Jeff a ‘Happy Ending’ as it was so amusingly referred to in films and books, though he had never asked for it or even hinted that he was interested. Rosie was pretty sure he wasn’t gay as she had seen glimpses of some of the pictures and videos he had stored on his computer, some of which were of great interest to Rosie, though she hid it well.

What no one in the Thomas family knew was exactly why she had moved to America, sure they knew she had got divorced and it was acrimonious but she had always closed the subject down and said she her husband wasn’t very understanding. As she got the towel and water ready, she still remembered her husband Robert’s face when he had walked in unexpectedly to their marital bedroom to see her being double penetrated by two very well-endowed black men, with the third doing his level best to choke her with his equally as large cock. What came out later was that it wasn’t just those three that caused the problem, it was the fact that it was a different three well-endowed black men every week when Robert went to his local golf club. The scandal would have been terrible had the story got out and to hush things up Robert’s family had paid her well provided the divorce was quick, quiet and she moved out of the country, never to be heard of again.

In was Robert’s family who had got her the introduction to the Thomas’s and the non-disclosure agreement she had signed in return for the very generous settlement was as water tight as it could be. Provided she kept her mouth shut and didn’t get married she would get a monthly income for the rest of her life, which meant, when added to her generous salary she was very comfortable. Once a year she would take a vacation to one of the Caribbean islands, while Jeff went away with his parents and a local agency nurse. There Rosie would spend two weeks being fucked senseless by as many large black cocks as she could find.

Washing Jeff thoroughly as he chattered, Rosie started to work on his cock and balls bringing him to a full erection and Rosie found her mind wandering. Whilst not as big as what she normally enjoyed, at eight inches Jeff was impressive enough to give Rosie the odd improper thought. Just as she was wondering if she should treat him Ben decided to get in on the act and jumped up at Rosie and knocked her to the ground tipping the bowl of water everywhere in the process, though most of it went over Rosie. “Ben stop it now,” Rosie squealed as she tried to push the heavy dog away and eventually managed to stand but her clothes were slightly ripped and soaked through.

“Oh gawd, I am so sorry,” Jeff said and looked almost close to tears, “please don’t tell my parents I will pay for you clothes.”

“Don’t worry about it,” said Rosie composing herself, “it’s only a uniform which your parents pay for anyway, but I need to get changed and I think we are about done here anyway.”

When Rosie got back to her suite she stripped off her soaking uniform and went to wrap herself in a large white towelling robe, ready to have a bath, when seeing her reflection in the mirror she let out a little squeak and her hand flew to her throat in horror. Instead of seeing the small silver heart shaped locket that normally nestled there, a 21st birthday present from her departed parents, there was just bare flesh. Pulling the robe on quickly Rosie started to retrace her steps back to Jeff’s room scanning the floor for any sign of it. When she got to Jeff’s bedroom door, convinced it would be inside somewhere no doubt pulled off when that big clumsy dog that had barged into her, she paused pressing her ear against the door not wanting to catch Jeff in a compromising situation.

“Oh yes that feels good,” she heard Jeff moan and Rosie had to stifle a giggle and then seeing the door was slightly ajar decided to have a peek before she knocked. Through the gap in the door she could see Jeff’s reflection in the mirror and he had moved back to his chair and was sitting in it naked. What was strange was that Ben’s big shaggy head was buried in his lap and Jeff was patting his head as he murmured words of encouragement.

Jeff eyes were closed as he stroked Ben’s shaggy head and the dog licked his cock and balls, the rough tongue sending him wild as it slurped along his raging hard on. Jeff had been sceptical when he had first read about the soap, but knew from experience that Ben went wild for the taste and smell which is why he got Rosie to use it. The tongue was pushing Jeff towards a climax as Ben licked harder, not sucking just licking, and Jeff tried to lift himself and lean back a little to allow Ben access to his balls. With difficulty he got himself to a position which allowed the dog to lick his balls as he worked his cock with his hand, his actions getting faster and faster, though gripping wasn’t always easy. Then with an almighty groan he spurted cum up and onto his hand and cock, the seed dribbling down his balls to be eagerly licked off by Ben to the contented moans from Jeff.