My husband has dementia and is non-communicative. Doctor's say he might understand a very small portion of what is going on around him. I have a huge home on Lake Oconee. My husband and his caregiver, a lovely young lady of 53 names Melba live on the large second floor of my house. The second floor is setup to provide the medical needs of my husband and provide a home for Melba. As an interesting aside the second floor has 25 surveillance cameras expertly hidden. That's to ensure that my husband's care is performed with care. The cameras are also how I know that Melba is a lovely young lady.


One day, I was upstairs helping Melba give my husband a bath. Since he can't not manage to get in and out of the walk-in tub he has to be sponge bathed. Melba is used to my quirky behavior and one she had to get to quickly was that I spend most of my day naked. Well, expect for recently where I have taken to wearing granny panties because you horny men on here have kept me pretty moist.


I keep getting distracted. So lets start with Melba. She is dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and me naked moving my husband to a padded table to sponge bathe him. After we had him in place we are both wiping him down. Cleaning him up, massaging his muscles. I watch Melba reach between his legs and lift his cock up so she can clean his balls. George's cock was a full 8 inches when erect and even limp it is still impressive. After she cleans his balls she starts to clean his cock using a washrag. She is sliding up and down his cock just like she is jacking him off. I reach down and pull the washrag out of her hand and she starts to “jack him off” once again. I look up from my husband's cock and Melba's and my eyes lock. I reach down and place my hand on hers and rest there as she slides up and down his cock. I remember saying to Melba, “I miss doing this so much”. We continued to jack his limp dick for many minutes, hmm OK, many seconds. She withdrew her hand and said we better get him back in bed. We both manhandled him back into his bed and then I told Melba she could go that I wanted to be with my husband for a few minutes.


I sat there staring at George's naked body remembering how virile it was, how the ladies just loved him and how our sex life was so damn good. As I sat there I wondered what Melba thought when I said, “I miss doing this so much”. Did she think I missed jacking my husband or holding a woman's hand?


I sat there for a few minutes staring at George's body and I felt myself getting angry. “Damn you George, how could you do this to me. We still had so much life to live. I stood next to him lying there and slapped him in the face and said, “Fuck You”. He just looked at me like he wasn't there or maybe he was, maybe he was crying for help inside his body, but I think his mind is almost gone.


The I screamed, “NO FUCK ME DAMN YOU”. I heard Melba running toward the room and I said I was alright, just mad at life. She said she understood and I should call her if I need her. I was so mad in a frenzy and grabbed George's hand and shoved it in my pussy. George did not have large hands and he had learned out how to fist my pussy and ass. Try as I might I tried to jam that limp hand in my pussy, I tried covering his hand with therapeutic lotion and still no luck.


I jumped up on his bed and rubbed my lotion covered pussy over his body. I tried to shove his cock in my pussy but again no luck. I turned around and ran my pussy up and down his face feeling his nose hit ting my clit made shudder. I ground my pussy against his nose, needing to cum but I soon realized that I was chocking him as he sputtered and cough for air. I started to cry and I collapsed onto his body and I told him how much I missed him. I felt his unshaven face against mine and I though of one way to excite myself. I moved up on his body so that my tits hung over his unshaven face. I started to drag my tits across his face. My nipples are very sensitive and the bristle of his unshaven face felt so good. I drug my tits back and forth, back and forth. It felt so good and I increased my downward pressure on his face. Soon my nipples were on fire. I looked down and saw that my nipples and areolas were blood red. I sat back up and started to moan for him. “Please George, fuck me, please.


I got off the bed and started to play with his limp dick Nothing, no hardening. I took his limp dick in my mouth and swished it back and forth. I licked his cock and balls, nothing.


Then I knew the answer. I jumped off of George's body and I flew out the door so fast I scared Melba who was sitting there watching TV. There I was naked, my body sweating, the end of my boobs rubbed raw. I told her to stay seated I would be right back. I ran down to my bedroom and started going through my toy drawer. Finally I found a toy I hadn't used in quite a long time. I grabbed the strap on and hurried upstairs. Melba was just outside George's room and she saw the strap on in my hand. She looked at me and started to say, “Georgia I don't think I can do....”. I stopped her and said get out and slammed the door in her face.


I adjusted the strap on so that it fit around George's waist. I covered the strap on and my pussy with lotion and then I climbed up on my husband. I slip the large dildo portion into my pussy, let it linger there and began to pump up and down on “his” cock. Gawd it felt so good. I pumped and pumped and pumped. My orgasm was so very intense. It felt so good. I finally collapsed against his body and laid there. I felt the dildo of the strap on slip outside of my pussy. The withdraw made me shudder and the shudder brought the tip of the dildo against my asshole. I thought no, I can't do that, the dildo is too big.


But I was so tempted and I slowly pushed my body back again the dildo and I felt that wonderful feeling as the head of the dildo popped through my sphincter. Slowly I pushed the dildo in deeper and deeper and I started to orgasm again. The orgasm was breath-taking and my body started to shake. The orgasm subsided and the pain started. I leaned up quickly off the dildo and felt myself falling off my husbands body. I hit the floor with a loud noise. Then I heard the door open and Melba rush into the room saying, “Georgia are you OK?”


Here is what she saw. Me laying on my back, legs spread, blood and shit smeared down my leg from the withdrawal of the dildo. My husband was on his back in bed with a blood and shit smeared strap on sticking up from his body. I told her to get out.


I got up and cleaned myself and cleaned the dildo and took off the strap on. I open the and Melba never looked my way. I remember thinking Melba knew I was kinky but can she handle what she saw and would I be looking for a new caregiver?