Hello jp62837 and Thank You for the topic.
In June of 1971 I had a crushing injury on both hands. I was working at a Zayre store in the Hardware area. I was pulling a heavy wooden box off of a scaffold. I slipped backwards and held on to a piece of sharp edge angle iron with both hands. The box was about 100 pounds and it fell and hit my four fingers on each hand. The hands that were on the angle iron. I was bleeding badly. My boss called my husband. He came and took me to the hospital. I had fractured most of my fingers. I did not have stitches but I would not be able to use my hands for about three to four weeks.
I was a newly Wed 21 year old girl with no hands. It was all up to my husband to take care of me. And take care of me he did. He took four weeks off from school and work. He did everything from feeding me to wiping my bottom after going to the bathroom. He kept me clean and made sure he gave me all my pain killer and medications. He changed my Sanitary Napkins and he kept me perfectly clean. He helped me to the toilet to urinate and have my bowel movements. I was constipated from the pain killer so he slipped a finger in my bottom to lubricate me with Vaseline.
After about three weeks something began to happen to me. I was thinking about the nice warm baths my husband was giving me. The pampering of my bottom and around my vagina with his soft hands cleaning me, and how he gently dried my breasts and the rest of my body. I did not know it at that time but I was falling in love with all that.
On a Saturday morning I was sitting on the toilet trying to move my bowels. I called my husband for help. He got the Vaseline and knelt in front of me. He slipped his finger in my bottom and began to remove the stiff stool. He was so into helping me he did not realize that I was beginning to shutter inside. My head went to Never Never land and his finger in my bottom triggered a very odd, yet exciting feeling. To the point to where I started to shake and push my anal opening hard and deep against his finger. I cried out as I recall, "Oh push oh push deep I'm going to explode" I did not know that anal explosion was called an orgasm. I knew a vagina could do that but not my rectum.
Both of us fell in love with that. Medfet has been a big part of our lives since that day. The only thing that has happened over the years is, It Just Keeps Getting Better. There was always room for new things and enjoyment. It's been one helluva fine marriage and there is always room for new and exciting adventures. The human body is full of wonder and love!
Gwen or Loud Mouth, either fits! 🌹