“So, do you?”
“Do we what?”
“Do it with one another.”
Diana blushed but Ellie was straightforward. “It has happened, but not very often. I do like her boobs. They’re fun to play with but, sadly, it’s mostly guys who get to have all the fun.”
“I apologize. That was insensitive of me to pry into your personal lives. Like you say, whatever goes on in your bedroom is nobody else’s business, least of all mine.”
“We’re going to miss you Mrs. Abernathy. It’s been nice talking to you.”
“Every time I go out I’ll think about what you said.”
The following Monday they visited Mr. Bolton again. He seemed agitated.
“Where have you been? They’re going to kick me out of here soon.”
“Why Mr. Bolton, we thought you had so much work to do that you’d be glad to leave the hospital.”
“Well, I’ve fidgeted waiting for you to return and my blood pressure has gone back up. I need you to help lower it.”
“Do you have a wife, Mr. Bolton?”
“Technically, yes. But we’ve not had anything resembling a marriage for years.”
“Maybe you’ve been so obsessed with work that she got tired of always taking a back seat to work. Maybe you should take some time with her and give each other massages.”
“Oh, it would be a cold day in hell before she gave me a massage, and I’d be looking over my shoulder to see if she had a knife in her hand.”
“Then I guess you’ll have to make the first move.”
His mouth gaped open.
Ellie put her hands on her hips. “Look, you have a wife. I assume she has all the requisite parts. Surely you remember what to do with them. You sure have expressed an interest in our ‘parts’.”
Diana shook her head “Ellie – he has never paid attention to her parts. He always wanted her to pay attention to him.” She turned to him. “Am I right?”
“Well, maybe.”
“Then you’ll have to gain her trust. You just implied that you thought you’d stay in the hospital longer and were disappointed to be leaving soon. I know it’s partly because of what we’ve done for you. Since you were planning to be off work anyway while you’ve been in here, why don’t you take a few of those days and go on a trip together or something. Take her flowers. Work up to intimacy, and when it happens you do everything for her. Don’t even let her do anything for you at first. You satisfy her. You’re an intelligent fellow, I’m sure you can think of ways to do that.”
“How about I practice on you?”
“Oooh, we’re going to have to check that chart very carefully.”
“Please? It would relax me a lot.”
Ellie laughed “Like hell it will, but we’ll consider it.”
Diana studied his chart. “Hmm. You seem to have been a good boy.”
Ellie said to her sister “you know it’s because he wants to fuck us.”
Diana shook her head. “No, no, no, Mr. Bolton. No fucking. Absolutely not. If you want fucking you’ll have to get it from your wife.”
“But maybe, MAYBE, we can be persuaded to go just one teensy step further. Just a little tweak of the massage routine. Maybe something to whet your appetite for when you get home. Let’s get started, roll over.”
They untied his gown and began on his back and the backs of his legs, pushing hard on him to make his penis rub on the sheets.