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Thread: Infirm (Ben Robertson x Devilla Roche)

I know Ben has a lot on his mind lately. I can tell. A wife knows these things. Call it intuition, but I know it bothers him. I love Ben very much. Over the past nine years of our marriage he has been very supportive of my not being able to bear any children for him. Accepting my role as a childless wife has been hard on both of us. There was the bouts of depression, times where I couldnt get out of bed, and Id feel sorry for myself. But Ben.dear, dear Ben was my escape from total despair. Now its my turn to be strong for him. To help make him well again. I need to be the ever-loving wife. Through sickness and in health, remember those words Milly? They mean more to me now than the day we were married. So, here we are on the way to the clinic. Ben in need of another treatment from the doctors. They hope this time it will work. I have been the hopeful, optimistic wife and have kept up a good game face. But, this has been the fourth time that the doctors have changed Bens therapy. Everything seems to end in the doctors saying, We cant make any promises that itll work, or the latest information that we have says that we think that this will cure him, but they just dont have a clue. All I can do is be there for him. Were here finally, and I pull out my lipstick case and reapply more lipstick to my lips, and try to make them look a little fuller. Then I turn to Ben. In an attempt to be as cheerful as I can be I say Darling do you like my lemon-yellow dress? I got it out of the Aldens Catalog. Isnt it just pretty as can be? I love the peter pan collar and the double row of buttons on the front. my voice trails offBens hands are still on the wheel of the carsomethings wrong, I can tell I place my white-gloved hand on Bens shoulder and look at him empathetically. Sweetheart, you look very tense. Are you worried about this new treatment?
Thread: Infirm (Ben Robertson x Devilla Roche)

I've pulled the car into a spot in the garage, like I usually do, quite a ways away from any others. I know the chances are slim - here we are out in the country, nothing but farms and this clinic - but I don't want anyone recognizing us. Milly was saying something about her outfit the way dames do, but I barely hear her as my mind is elsewhere. I've turned off the ignition but I can't quite...let go...of the wheel. Sweetheart, you look very tense. Are you worried about this new treatment? Click to expand... Worried about my treatment?! Worried that this dose will make me even sicker than the last? That the unholy concoction, brewed up in some cow they have here in their lab is going to be no better than the past three - helping my pain for a shorter and shorter time with each go. My bones are shrinking! And the medicine - radiated chemicals that they have to inject into this specially treated cow and then draw out to give to me - is almost as bad as the disease. Good god! What I don't know if Milly realizes - she's just a gal, bless her - is that these treatments have little chance of 'curing' me. They're just made to make the rest of me keep pace with my shrinking long bones. That's why I have and inch-and-a-half less long bones than four months ago but I'm still alive. She doesn't realize - or doesn't want to realize - that my chances of a cure are pretty slim. And, gosh, I don't have the heart to tell her again. I've seen it in the past she can be...fragile. But yes I am worried. And I am tense. Very tense. But, like always, I have to be the man here, so I smile and look over at her. She does look nice in her new dress, and I had noticed earlier this morning how well it accentuates her figure in the chest. But I look her in the eyes, still smiling and say Who, me worried? Naw, I'm right as rain.
Thread: Infirm (Ben Robertson x Devilla Roche)

Benjamin Robertson you cannot fool the woman who loves and adores you as I do, I say sharply, raising my voice just a tad, Weve been married enough years now and I know when somethings bothering you. I place my hand gently on his right arm and can see how tense he is. Having no choice, I attempt to remove it. Now Ben, let go of the wheel. He looks at me unknowingly, caught in the moment. Yes, thats right, let go dear. He finally lets go and I tend to him. Smiling. Let me take off your sports coat. You must be overheated I bet. I get my arms around his hunched back and remove his coat, making sure his arms cooperate with me.I then fold his tweed sport coat in my arms and place it in the back seat of the car.then I gently push him with my white gloved hand on his chest, so that his back is now firmly resting on the backside of the bench seat. And why dont you let me loosen that tie of yours my dear. I loosen his tie very gently as my eyes never leave his...I then let my gloved hand fall downward, following the contour of his body, until it rests on his pants zipper, right where his flaccid cock sits, only a few layers of fabric below....slowly I rub and look at him...I set my shoulders back and allow for my bust to move outward - I know what this does to him I keep rubbing, pushing down and feeling the metamorphosis of his cock as it gets longer and harder in no time Whispering. You just sit and relax my dear. Everything will be allright. You just leave it to me. I undo the clasp in his trousers and the sound of a zipper unzipping rips through the air of the interior of the car...I then open the slit in his boxers and pull out his half hard cock...with my white glove still so elegantly on my hand I begin to move it up and down slowly along his thick, wide, shaft...
Thread: Infirm (Ben Robertson x Devilla Roche)

At first I'm a little surprised. My wife is normally demure but she has moments like this. Now she's pushing me back onto the seat, loosening my tie and then sliding that white gloved hand down my chest until... Wow, yes. I have to break her gaze to look around, a little concerned that we might be seen. She's rubbing me through my pants and has that look in her eye. But - I parked out far from the other cars on purpose...we'll probably be okay. Oh, Milly..! I smile, suddenly forgetting my worries as she, turned perfectly to highlight her narrow waist in her bunched dress, sets her shoulders just so to accentuate her torso. I'm quickly half hard, and she has me unzipped, out of my pants. She pushes her chest out more I can't help but groan. Oh, god, she knows how I like it. She knows I like a nice view. Milly is a well-built gal. Tall - a busty five-foot nine - with a body like a race horse. A real classy chassis. She was a swimmer before she met me, strong shoulders, and has softened nicely in these later years. And that hand, that clean white glove, it feels nice on my cock... G-Gosh, honey, I tell her, obviously ogling her chest as she begins slowly stroking me, you do look nice in that dress...
Thread: Infirm (Ben Robertson x Devilla Roche)

I smile lovingly as I continue to jerk him off...now I keep my voice lower and make it sound a bit on the sultry side.... Thanks honey. I knew you'd like it. It makes me feel so pretty. You know how I love to look pretty for my hubby. I continue to move my hand up and down his shaft at a methodical pace....I can see he is relaxing already.... There, now I can see how this is doing wonders already. You just sit back and relax. You know how much I love to take care of you. I continue then.... Oh silly me I almost forgot. I stop jerking him off and I grab the blanket from the back...it's our very special blanket, just for these occasions.... How could I forget, Ben you should have reminded me. I lay the blanket out, covering most of Ben's body, his chest, legs, and I had it go over my lap too.... Now where's that hole I made in this blanket. searching Ah! There it is. I push his now rock hard penis through the hole Now, that's better, no mess, except what will get on my glove, but you know me, I always carry a second pair in my handbag. With his cock through the blanket, I continue to run my hand up and down his shaft.... Ben, you do have such a handsome penis. It's one of the reasons why I like to do this for you so much. I smile Selfish of me I know to say that, but I guess its true. I continue with my gloved hand...up and down, up and down...faster at times, slower at times...all the while, my back very straight...my neckline viewable - very deep, but no cleavage, but the dress is tight to my figure - very tight - if Ben looks hard enough he'll see the outline of my bra...I look back at him at times...I even purse my lips for him..... I smile because I see that look on his face, that look of contentment - he's relaxed, and I know its that look right before he comes...I continue and wait for him to finish...
Thread: Infirm (Ben Robertson x Devilla Roche)

I continue to jerk him off...in some respects in a business like manner, but enjoy doing it nonetheless...he keeps his eyes long enough on my bosom...he sees what I need him to see, he's letting his imagination run wild....finally, in position, his back to the seat, looking up at the roof of the car...I feel that girth of his, the bottom of his shaft enlarges and feels like a rod of sorts - I feel the veins grow, the thicker ones...the hard pulsating... There's one...I watch as his come shoots out liberally up in the air...before it lands...a second one, it too sending out a good deal of come...some lands on the blanket, some on the steering wheel...a third one...oh my...again on the blanket, some on Ben's lap, other drips of come land on the blanket where his stomach is....then finally, a less intense ejaculation and the rest comes out slowly, like lava from a volcano and sinuously runs down from the head of his penis onto each finger on my glove...it's over.... I look at Ben and my wifely duty is done....I can see that he almost can't even remember what bothered him... Being the good housewife, I can't help but clean up a good mess.... All right mister, lets get you cleaned up. Let me take off my gloves and then I'll get to it. I have my knitted handkerchief in my bag. I remove my gloves, fold them, and place them in a little bag that I carry in my hand bag, just to hold things like this....then I go fish out my lace handkerchief....white and fringed at the end with a scalloped edge...it's so pretty, it can be used as a doily....I then go to work...smiling, very happy to be cleaning up, I am so content looking after Ben...and I love to do what I just did for him, I know how much he appreciates it, his such a wonderful husband... I clean his penis like other things in my house...I make sure that not a drop is left on him....I make sure I also wipe the steering wheel and then I attend to the blanket covering the two of us...I fold it up and place it in the back seat again.... I smile at Ben and arch my curvaceous body and give him a kiss on his cheek, leaving a faint stain of lipstick on him....then I run, my bare hand through his head.... There's my honey, nice and relaxed. Now Ben, everything's going to be okay. Let's get you done with this visit and I'll go home and make us an early dinner. A roast maybe? One of your favorites, with some potatoes and carrots. And I'll bake an apple pie. There's nothing like some feel good food to make you feel I shrug my shoulders and keep this big smile for him well, good. Now how does that sound? As I wait for his answer and for us to go to the appointment, I grab a fresh pair of white gloves from my handbag, that's still on my lap...
Thread: Infirm (Ben Robertson x Devilla Roche)

Wow... I breathe, grinning, when finally my vision clears, baby that was fantastic..! Her smile is proud and satisfied, her eyes glimmer with adoration, and I watch as she cleans me up. Part of me is a little embarrassed, but a man has needs and Milly seems more than happy tending to them. She really is quite a gal, wiping her husband's come from the steering wheel one moment and then talking about making him a pot roast in the next. Hun you're the most , I tell her sincerely, looking into her face as she puts on fresh gloves. Her eyes deepen and nearly well up with the compliment, the affirmation that she's done good. That she's a good wife. A pot roast sounds great, I say, putting on my most confident voice and smile, Now...let's get this done. She waits for me to hop out - I do my best despite the pain - and open the door for her. Taking her hand I help her out of the car. For a moment - she's wearing some heels - we are almost eye-to-eye, and my smile drops and I feel my brow furrow. It didn't used to be quite this way. She notices, knowing my thoughts, but she also knows better than to say anything. Deep breath. My smile's back, set firmly. Hers returns too, and we walk arm-in-arm through the garage towards the clinic.
Thread: Infirm (Ben Robertson x Devilla Roche)

a few days later, Saturday morning I wake up, the alarm clock on my bedside table says 807 in the morning...it's Saturday...oh good, the weekend, maybe Ben will want to do something today if he's feeling up to it, hmm....oh yes, and then there's the Mason's Halloween party tonight...I've been working tirelessly on our costumes, me as a witch and Ben as Dracula....I remember when I looked at the pattern book from McCalls down at the Nimble Thimble, I said that's perfect for us... I look back at Ben and think to myself, I know what he needs, a good breakfast, pancakes, sausage, bacon, and ham....I smile, a man, even in his condition needs a good breakfast...he needs nourishment...vitamins right fron the source... As I get up, I see myself in my baby blue peignoir in the mirror...I touch my bosom and arch back...am I getting fat? Then I rest my hands on my stomach...with a circling motion I move my right hand over my tummy...wouldn't it be grand if someday I could...maybe they'll come up with an operation that can reverse these horrible things that happen to women...I try not to get to bogged down...it's a good thing I have my medicine...speaking of which.... After taking my medicine and putting on my baby blue satin gown and head on downstairs...I open up the curtains in the kitchen nook and let in the morning light of the day...looks like a wonderful day, not a cloud in the sky...I smile and then get to making breakfast....fresh pancakes with all the trimmings....I get the percolator going and get a full pot of coffee started...by the time I'm through, the table is a perfect Saturday morning breakfast fit for a king and his queen...I do love making breakfast...and I do love my husband Ben very much...after his appointment a few days ago, and the things that the doctor shared with me, well, I think we both can use something that'll make us both feel good... I finally call up to him from the bottom of the stairs.... Ben honey!! Time to get up my dear!! Breakfast!! I made your favorite, blueberry pancakes!! Coffee's done too!! As I make my way back, I open the front door and grab the morning newspaper...not being one into current affairs...I see Jack Kennedy and Jackie are on the front page...she's so beautiful...I just love her clothes, love her style....of course, its Ben's paper, so I roll it up as I make my way back to the kitchen, place the paper on the chair, the way he likes it, then I grab a cup of coffee, and sit down at the table and bask in the glow of the morning sunlight...I do hope he comes down soon...
Thread: Infirm (Ben Robertson x Devilla Roche)

This is nice. A relaxed Saturday breakfast, and I'm looking forward to a day of yard work. Those leaves won't rake themselves! After two decent days in the office, life seems almost...normal. I tell myself I have it good, trying to ignore those first hints of an ache in my legs. That's where it starts... but it's only been three days ... Between flips of the paper and sips of coffee, I compliment Milly on the pancakes. Typical gal, she's eaten all of three bites before pushing away her plate, telling me she's watching her figure. I tell her not to be batty - I've been watching her figure for her, and that the pancakes have been going to all the right places. She waves me off like a naughty child, but I can see the proud smile behind her coffee mug. I think she's liked the extra attention she's gotten from me, ever since my treatments have started and brought about a little uptick in my...manly needs. I'd take her again, right here in the kitchen, I think to myself as I watch her hips from behind, washing off my plate at the sink, but I don't want her thinking I'm a total horndog. But I am already looking forward to tonight Saturday nights she usually gives me a good romp in the bedroom. Speaking of tonight the Halloween party. She's been working so hard on those costumes, and I know she wants to show them off. There'll be lots of our neighborhood friends there. I should be looking forward to that, too. It's just that... Hey, honey, I start, speaking from behind my paper, would it kill you if we decided not to go to the Mason's tonight?
Thread: Infirm (Ben Robertson x Devilla Roche)

He doesn't want to go to the party...but, the costumes, I think to myself, I've worked so hard on them, getting the patterns and all the materials, all that sewing with my machine and by hand...they're so perfect...it'd be a shame not to wear them at all... But then I start to think about what the doctor said to me that Ben would experience more pain and more intervals of tiredness and depression too...he wanted me to be on the lookout for these things...he told me that Ben was being very brave about the whole thing, such a man! Of course, his strength is one of the many reasons I love him...on the other hand, I'm his wife, I'm here to care for him, I actually, don't mind him being so sick, I mean I enjoy caring for him very much...it's...it's just so wonderful for me...oh what am I saying to myself... Now the trick is to show my concern without letting on too much...I need to make him feel...wait, Millicent Robertson, you are going to be the good wife and be very agreeable.... No darling, it wouldn't. I then pull his newspaper down from his face...and then I give a very mischievous smile, my eyes wide... Do you mind If I wear my costume around the house tonight? You know how I like to add a few things to my costumes that are, uh-hem, for our eyes only.
Thread: Infirm (Ben Robertson x Devilla Roche)

How's my baby? I hear her say, from across the yard. She's talking, of course, to her hybrid rose bush. I have to hand it to her - they are beautiful, her bushes and hedges. She takes wonderful care of them, and has a great collection of several types of roses that she enters into the Garden Club's show every year. Tea roses, Damask, English Roses - she has a few of each that she tends to like treasured pets. Or, dare I say, like her own children. I smile, though, watching her for a moment as I take a well-needed break from raking the yard. That's my Milly! Of course she's dressed smartly, even for yardwork she has her particular housedress that she likes to wear in the garden. Who knows when a neighbor might wave from the street? Her gloves are always nice and clean. And it's adorable how she talks to the roses I can hear her chatter as she snips and prunes. I push from my head the dark thoughts that creep in, that her motherly attention to her flowers has anything to do with anything more than she's just a gal that loves to garden! The things that bring her joy are the simple things. She can be so childlike, sometimes. That's just one of the things I love about her. How happy the roses make her. And dressing up. She's so excited about tonight! She spent the morning putting finishing touches on our halloween costumes, which I promised her at breakfast that we could wear in the house as we're giving out candy to trick-or-treaters tonight. She makes our costumes herself from year-to-year, and has quite the collection of them piling up down in the basement. In the past I've been the Lone Ranger, an army general, a doctor. She's been a nurse, a cat, a prison inmate. Apparently, this year, I'm going to be Dracula, and she's keeping hers a secret from me...
Thread: Infirm (Ben Robertson x Devilla Roche)

Later on in the day, about 5 o'clock in the afternoon Oh darling, you look like the best Dracula ever. ...I smile, giddy with excitement... Your somewhat scary but not too scary. ...again, just ready to jump up and down... Oh, Ben you would have been best costume. I know it. I then show him mine...the long satin gown, all black, with it's deep, incised cuts at my arms and my legs...the purple taffeta around my waist and my wrists...and the accented gem hanging from my neck...the witches hat, long, crooked, and pointed...the whole ensemble hiding what is underneath... Then I make one reference about Ben's condition... I understand how you've been feeling Ben. But if I can have you for the children and well, you know, for the bedroom tonight, just the two of us, I have quite the surprise. ...We tend to the children in the neighborhood and then sit down to a late dinner around 9 o'clock in the evening....meatloaf and all the trimmings...even a little bit of red wine...the meal is perfect, as is my husband...as he begins to strip out of his costume...I, on the other hand, remain as a witch...when all is done I say to him.... Don't worry about the dishes Ben, I'll take care of them in the morning. ....I place my arms around his shoulders and do notice I don't have to stretch my arms around his backside the way I used to...I then give him a peck on the lips, pull away and smile... In a sultry voice... Ben darling, why don't you get out of the rest of that costume Mr. Dracula and I will meet you in our boudoir in no time. I have a wonderful surprise for you.
Thread: Infirm (Ben Robertson x Devilla Roche)

She says it was just a little bit of wine, but she probably made it through three glasses by the time we turned off the porch light. Unusual for her. Not that she was a small gal, a lightweight, but since starting her medication wine would give her headaches the next day. So she didn't tend to drink much but tonight I think she was already tipsy - becoming more and more giggly and giddy as the evening went by. She fawned over the costumes of neighborhood children, and was - as far as I could tell - oblivious to the admiring glances of their dads. Milly made for a very...impressive...witch. Tall, red-haired, and undeniably curvy. Definitely a neighborhood attraction, even in her crooked hat and handmade gown. She's learned from a young age, growing up in a difficult household, how to make her own clothes, and knows her body well. She knows how to flatter her figure without looking like a floozy, and she's really outdone herself with this year's costume. I complimented it continually all evening, hoping to keep her mind off the fact that with all the kids we saw tonight, none of them were ours. The wine, I had to guess, was her way of doing that as well. To keep her mind off things. But as we sat down for dinner and she started up on her fourth glass, I couldn't help but think what else the wine would do. She was looking across the table at me through eyes heavily made-up with dramatic eye shadow, mascara, the works. Her lips were dark with paint. I fluttered, a little shocked by just how beautiful she looks tonight, and I felt myself stirring down below anticipating our time in the bedroom. Wine has always helped loosen my wife up. Though even just a little makes her feel lousy the next morning, when she does drink...I see a little different side of her. She gets giggly. She gets funny. And the Milly I get in the bedroom is a little more like the Milly I had for that year or so before she started her nerve pills. I love my wife to the ends of the earth, and her pills do help even her out, but...oh, what the old Milly used to do with me... ...and its a little bit of this Milly I'm hoping will walk in the bedroom door as I sit on the edge of our bed, in my boxers.