Chapter 3
Jack
The recovery physical therapy was slow at first. After some exertion, I would rapidly get out of breath and my heart rate would raise considerably. Plus, I would very rapidly feel weak from walking and using the various therapy machines.
The most frustrating thing at first was that my memory was slow in returning. I could not remember how I was injured. I could not remember if I were married.
When Charlie showed me a video of a white woman and a black man dumping me on the floor in the emergency room, I did not recognize either of them.
For some reason it felt like my hackles were up after viewing that video footage. But the why of it seems just out of my reach. I think that at some point, I may need to revisit this video footage.
It was just after lunch that Charlie came into my room and announced that she was going to perform some sort of “special” physical therapy while she locked the door to the room.
I was astonished when she removed her scrubs top and she was now completely topless. “Do you think I’m attractive, Jack?” she asked softly. “Oh my gawd yes…I think you are gorgeous,” I answered as I stared at her spectacular tear drop shaped 36CC breasts.
I shuddered when she pulled back the blanket revealing the fact that I now have a full chubby. “I see you are telling me the truth,” she purred as she bent forward.
“Oooooooh my gawd yes,” I moaned huskily as Charlie began jerking me off between her luscious, upturned hooters. “Has anyone ever titty fucked you before?” she asked softly while jerking me and rubbing my dick all over her globes. “Not that I can remember,” I moaned.
“Well this will be our first…first,” she purred. I am so aroused that it took a matter of a few minutes before I gushed my jizz all over both of her tits. She yanked my dick back and forth so I creamed all over both of her teardrop shaped tits.
“Was that good for you baby?” she chuckled as she stood back up. My eyes were glued to the white creamy mess all over her breasts. “Oh gawd yes,” I answered.
For the last few moments, I stare at her gorgeous tits smeared in my jizz till she went into the bathroom to wipe the mess off her chest with wet paper towels. I get one last look at her breasts when she comes back into the room to put her scrubs top back on.
“Tomorrow, we might just have some more special physical therapy if you do good with your therapists in the morning,” Charlie told me. I was dazzled when she came over to kiss my cheek. “I just may have to claim you as my fella,” she announced cheerily.
I spent some time wondering what her last remark meant.
Then my mind refocuses on the fact that I had a wife who was listed as my emergency contact and yet she had not answered any of the calls concerning me.
It is even more bewildering that not once has this woman come to check on me in the past 33 days.
Are we divorced? Time will tell I guess.