The Private Caretaker
Luis lay in bed, feeling the stifling boredom of recovery. After gallbladder surgery, his life had become a series of restrictions. His wife, Carmen, was a stickler for the rules, enforcing a strict diet and a total ban on physical intimacy. For a man of forty-five, the forced celibacy was becoming a torture worse than the surgery itself.
When Carmen had to leave for the day to visit her mother, she left Luis in the care of her sister, Carmin. At thirty-eight, Carmin was a striking woman with fiery red hair and a curvy, voluptuous figure that always seemed to strain against her clothing. As she entered the room at seven in the morning, Luis felt a sudden spark of electricity. He was lounging in his boxers, covered by a sheet up to his neck.
“Hello, brother-in-law,” Carmin chirped, her voice playful. “Carmen told me I need to clean and dress your wound early today.” She leaned over him, and the scent of her perfume filled his senses. When she asked him to pull back the sheet, Luis complied, revealing his torso. Carmin noted that he needed a shave to prevent infection around the surgical area.
“Don’t worry about going to the bathroom,” she whispered, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “My sister left me in charge of everything.” As she applied the shaving cream, her touch was lingering and deliberate. Every stroke of the razor against his skin sent a jolt through him, and it didn’t take long for his body to respond. A prominent bulge formed beneath the fabric of his boxers.
Carmin noticed immediately. A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. “Careful now, Luis. You aren’t supposed to exert yourself,” she teased. Luis chuckled nervously, gesturing downward. “I can’t help it; it has a mind of its own.” Instead of pulling away, Carmin leaned closer. “Well, we can’t have you uncomfortable, can we?”
With a steady hand, she slowly slid his boxers down, releasing him from his confinement. Carmin gazed at him with hooded eyes, biting her lower lip in anticipation. She carefully finished the shaving, her fingers grazing him in ways that were far from medical. When she finally stepped back, Luis groaned. “You’ve finished the shaving, but I’m far from finished.”
Carmin’s expression softened into something hungry. “Do you want to finish, Luis?” she asked softly. “I can help you with that, provided this stays a secret between us.” Without waiting for a verbal answer, she knelt between his legs. Her tongue flicked across the tip of his length, sending a wave of pleasure crashing over him. She took him deep into her mouth, her movements rhythmic and expert, increasing the pace as he neared the edge.
Luis gripped the sheets, his breath hitching as he finally reached a powerful climax. Carmin didn’t pull away, swallowing every drop of his release with a satisfied look. As she stood up and wiped her lips, she reached into her purse and produced a potency pill. “My boyfriend uses these,” she whispered with a wink. “I think you’ll need one for the next time I visit.”