Catherine Visits The Hospital

It was last in the afternoon when Catherine got the call. Grace Hospital. Nurse said that her husband Bob had been admitted with a broken leg and they'd need to set it and probably put a pin in it so he'd be an inpatient for a couple of days.

Within minutes Catherine had jumped in the car and was on her way to see her poor husband. She thought this might have been the first bone he'd ever broken.

She arrived about 20 minutes later, quickly found a parking spot and headed in to emergency. She found him right away. Half asleep because of the morphine they'd given him for the pain, he was in a semi-private room. The curtains were drawn around the other half and so Catherine had no idea if it was occupied or not. She leaned over and gave Bob a peck on the cheek. His eyes opened and he moaned a "Hi there honey."

"Hi, yourself" she answered back sitting down on the side of the bed.

Bob explained how he had broken his leg falling down some steps at work and that they'd had to call the ambulance because they did not know if it was his back at first. Seems it was only the leg... Doctor says it could have been worse.

After a few more minutes Bob told her he was awfully tired and that he was going to go back to sleep. Catherine gave him another quick peck, asked him if he needed anything, and started getting her stuff together to leave.

Just as she was about to head out the door, she heard a muffled voice from the other side of the room. Seems the other bed was occupied. She walked over and listened.

At first she heard grunting and a shuffling as if somebody was moving around on the bed.

"Hello in there" she said. "Need me to get a nurse?"

"No, I'm fine" came the answer in a man's voice. "They take hours to come and aren't very helpful anyways. Always seems to be a bad mood. I just wanted to get a magazine and now I can't get myself back in place." He hesitated. "Maybe you could give me a hand."

"Sure" said Catherine, parting the curtains.

The man was bout 40, lying on his back, one leg still over the side of the bed. The sheets were pulled halfway off him and exposed his chest and stomach. Catherine noticed he had an excellent physique.

"OK, what can I do." She asked.

"Take my leg and lift it back onto the center of the bed." Replied the man. "Then pull these bloody sheets over top of me...it gets cold in here at night."

Catherine complied, first moving the man's leg back into position, then pulling up the sheets.

The man grimaced after she had finished. "One more thing." He said, quietly, almost to himself.

"What?" asked Catherine.

"No, I have to do this myself. I'm arranged in an uncomfortable manner. " Said the man smiling up at her. "Maybe you should turn your back."

Catherine smiled back, knowing full well what he was up to, but as she did so out of the corner of her eye caught the man hefting what appeared to be the outline of an excessively large penis onto his right leg.

"Ok, all done" he answered back. "You can turn back around."

Catherine turned back around and smiled trying desperately to keep her eyes averted from the man's crotch.

"I'm Rory, Rory O'Rourke...came in two days ago for observation for recurrent headaches, and they haven't let me home yet." "Don't know when I'll be going either." "Wife's gone off to see her kids and won't be back till next week." "I called her but she said if I got worse, then she'd come back." "What about you."

"I'm Catherine...my husband Bob is in the next bed. Broke his leg and it looks like he'll be here a few days getting it reset." She rocked from foot to foot, staring at the ceiling and walls, anywhere but Rory's crotch.

"Well, I'd better go now" she blurted out. "Gotta go home and pick up some things for Bob."

"See ya later... I hope" said Rory.

"Oh, I'm sure we see a lot of each other over the next couple of days" laughed Catherine, and she was gone out the room and off down the hall.

As she left the hospital, Catherine thought not about Bob, but about Rory. Sure he was about 6-7 years older than her, but he had a really nice body, was handsome and appeared to be 'well-endowed." As she walked back to her car, Catherine slyly vowed to herself that over the next couple of days, she'd find out just 'how well-endowed' he was. She smiled.

After she got home, she puttered around the house looking for some things, magazines, toiletries, etc. to take back to Bob. By 7:00 pm she was ready to go back. She had showered, put on some fresh make-up,, put up her long blond hair, and slipped into a nice little lacy pink bra and bikini panty set. She then pulled on a low-cut pink knit top and short, but not racy, pale yellow knit skirt. She topped it off with some low pale beige heels. She looked classy but also very sexy.

By 7:45 she was at the hospital. She went up to Bob's room. When she arrived, the curtains were drawn on both sides. She peeked into Bob's side first. His heavy even breathing indicated his deep sleep.

Behind her she heard "They gave him another shot or morphine and he's out of it...has been for about an hour." She turned around to see Rory slipping his way, foot in front of foot, into the room. "Had to go for a walk so I don't stiffen up" he laughed. He parted his curtain and slipped onto the side of the bed.

Catherine stood off to the side. So far she said nothing.

Rory strained and swung one leg onto the bed. As he started to lift the other, his hospital robe fell away on the front and Catherine could just make out the dim outline of what clearly was a huge penis and scrotum. At first she thought she was imagining its length but sure as heck she could see the pendulous head swinging down about 6 inches below Rory's crotch. Rory quickly pulled up the robe and lay back onto the bed, his other leg still dangling over the side.

"Looks like it took more out of me than I thought" he murmured. Then louder, "Can you give me a hand back in?"

"Sure." Said Catherine not wanting to miss an innocent chance to check his package out closer for herself.

She parted the curtain and slipped inside. As she did, Rory looked up and quickly scanned her body. "You're dressed up very nicely for a visit to the hospital...got a hot date afterwards?"

Catherine smiled. "No, just thought I'd look nice for Bob, seeing he's going to be here a few days."

"Well, if its any consolation," continued Rory "you do look really hot...sorry, I mean very nice."

"Thanks" said Catherine"...especially for thinking I'm 'hot'". She smiled again at Rory.

As Catherine leaned forward to reposition Rory's leg she noticed Rory's eyes focussed on her now ample and visible cleavage. She looked down herself and could make out the firm outlines of her generous breasts against the lacy cups of the underwire bra. Watching, she noticed Rory's eyes continuing to gaze at her tits.

She stood straight up and stepped back. "There," she said "all done. That feel better."

Rory shuffled a bit to one side raising one knee up and trying to lie more onto his side.

Catherine leaned forward..."Here, let me help you..."

"No, no...its ok" blurted out Rory.

It was only then that Catherine realized what Rory was up to...he was trying his best to conceal an ever-growing erection. She could see the small tent that had developed in Rory's crotch area and as he struggled to shift onto his side, it continued to swell and swell.

Catherine started to giggle. The giggle became a laugh.

Rory looked at her is shock and started to blush. "Geez, Catherine, I'm sorry its just that well. You know...".

"Yes, I know...I seem to have that effect on men." Catherine laughed. "Its Ok, and I guess I should be flattered that you find me so...appealing." She chose her words carefully.

It was obvious now that Rory had quite the hard-on.

"Should I leave?" Catherine asked. "I don't want to embarrass you further."

"No, its Ok. Its just that well, you know, its kinda hard for me to conceal it in this stupid hospital gown and it gets so goddam big that its nothing but a curse."

Catherine laughed again. "C'mon" she said, "most well-endowed guys I was ever with were always proud of their large size...and my friend, despite what the books and the nice girls say, 'size does matter'!!"

Rory smiled. He felt very comfortable with Catherine and God she sure was a good looker. But then again, she was married and her damn husband was in the next bed. He resided himself to a quick end to these proceedings.

But Catherine surprised him. "Once" said Catherine "I slept with a guy whose penis was so big, he couldn't get a real hard-on." "It got big and rubbery and then just lay there...waiting for you to pick it up and hold it or rub it or something." "It was brutal." Catherine could feel the excitement starting to rise in her blood as the banter continued.

Rory laughed and agreed that yes, that would be brutal. And he quickly assured her that he did not suffer from this same affliction.

"Another time" she went on "I blew this young German guy at the health club." "Now he had a cock...ooops, penis..." It was about 10 inches long and hard as a rock." "He thought he'd seen it as big as it would grow but I managed to tease another inch out of it." "You want to know how I did it?"

Rory nodded, mesmerized by this woman's candid approach to talking about sex.

Catherine sat down innocently on the side of his bed and went on with her story.

"His name was Lars and it was just after a hot workout and he took me into a back room." "He wanted to have sex, but at first I was resistant...then I saw his cock." "It was huge." "So I stripped him down and then proceeded to do a little dance in front of him in a nice sexy and skimpy little bra and thong set." "I then got down on my knees right in front of him and watched his cock grow right in front of my eyes." "He was uncircumcised and just as the foreskin slipped off the head, his dick surged forward." "That's when I sucked him off."

Rory shuffled sideways on the bed. His discomfort was now obvious, as was his massive hard-on. His breathing was deep and labored as he found to keep his lust at bay.

"Geez Catherine, that's some story." "Don't know if I really needed to hear all those details in my condition, especially since now there's not much I can do about it."

Catherine smiled and reached across the sheets and placed her hand on Rory's erection. She let it lay there, but its size and ominous pulsing, had her desperate to see this thing for herself. "Maybe I shouldn't have told you all those naughty things about me?" she giggled. "But then maybe I can help you out of this dilemma?" she purred, motioning towards his crotch with her eyes.

"What about him?" asked Rory, motioning to Bob in the adjacent bed.

"Oh, he's sound asleep." laughed Catherine. "And" she added, "I can be very quiet...but the question is, can you?"

Catherine leaned over and pulled the sheets back off the massive swelling. She folded back the edges of the gown and stared in awe.

Sticking straight up out of Rory's crotch was the thickest, longest cock she had ever seen. It must have been 12" or more in length and while more slender towards the tip, the base was as thick across as a man's forearm. It shook back and forth as Rory fought to control its motion. Thick, viscous precum already leaked from the monstrous head and ran down the shaft.

Catherine watched Rory's face to see his expression as she reached forward and placed a single hand around the base of his shaft. She squeezed as tight as she could. The huge red head flared out even more widely.

Rory groaned and laid his head back on the pillow.

Catherine began to pull up firmly on his hard shaft. One, two, three strokes. The precum running down his shaft lubricated her stroking.

Suddenly Catherine stopped and pulled the covers back over Rory. Seemed someone had come into the room. She heard some motions on Bob's side, then the curtains were pulled back and one of the young night nurses stuck her head in.

"Oooops," she said, pulling back and sliding the curtains back over. "I'd didn't know you had company Mr. O'Rourke." "But, visiting hours are over and I'm afraid your visitor will have to go...its from 7:00 till 10:00 you know."

Catherine looked at her watch. 10:07.

She looked down at Rory who lay sprawled, helpless and "as horny as you can ever be". She smiled and leaned close. "Sorry, big boy, I guess we'll have to stop here...".

Rory looked desperate... "Oh c'mon, just a few quick strokes and I'll cum...I promise."

Catherine smiled back at him. "Yes, I know that, but that wouldn't be any fun for me now would it?" "Look." She went on "I'll be back tomorrow night to see Bob and we'll see what we can do then...ok?

Rory nodded in defeat.

"Tell you what, I'll even make it a really special evening and I'll bring along some nice little outfits to model for you..." She giggled. "Think of it, your own private lingerie party." "I'll bet we can make up for tonight...what do you think?"

Rory had to agree, what idiot wouldn't.

"But what if he's awake?" Rory asked, nodding at Bob.

"Hmmmmm..." thought Catherine. "Lets worry about that tomorrow night, ok?" "Now get a good night's sleep. You'll need your strength for tomorrow."

With that she was gone. Before she left she looked in quickly on Bob who had not moved since she arrived almost 2 hours ago.

By 11:00 pm she was home.

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The next day, at about 6:30 Catherine went through her lingerie drawer and pulled out two outfits. The first was a sexy white lacy pushup bra and thong set, the second a black bustier and matching black thong. To complement her planned look she also pulled out a 4" pair of black and white, tiger striped pumps. She stuck everything in a bag, pulled together some magazines and headed off to her illicit rendezvous (and of course to visit her poor injured husband). She hoped Bob would be asleep again...it would be much easier that way.

By 7:00 she was at the door of the room. She held her breath and walked in.

"Shit."she thought ...there was Bob sitting up in bed, wide awake, watching tv.

"Hi honey" she started. "You're looking better." As she spoke she glanced over at the adjacent bed. It appeared empty.

She sat down beside him. "Yeh" he said "and feeling much better too."

As she sat, the young nurse from last night was walking by and just happened to glance into the room.

She recognized Catherine from last night and stuck he head in. "Your husband was moved up to room 456, it's a private room up on the fourth floor." With that she was gone.

Bob looked over at Catherine, "What was that all about." Suspicion rising in his voice.

"Oh, nothing "returned Catherine..."I was chatting with your neighbor last night, you were sound asleep, and she came in to tell me that visiting hours were over." "I guess she thought I was with him and not you." She smiled.

"Well, look what I brought..."

At about 9:15 Catherine feigned a yawn and checked her watch. "Geez honey, its about time I was going." "I have a long day ahead tomorrow."

"Yeah" agreed Bob. "I'm tired too."

They kissed quickly and bade each other goodnight.

As Catherine reached the elevator she looked back over her shoulder. Nobody was in the hallwall. She pushed the "UP" button and started on her way up to room 456.

Soon she was outside the door of 456. She took a deep breath and slipped inside.

As soon as she entered the room, she realized it was much smaller that the previous room, then she remembered that the nurse had said it was a private room. She sighed with relief as she realized she and Rory would be all alone.

She checked the bed but Rory was not in it. The washroom door was open and so he wasn't in there either. Then she heard a laugh down the hall that she recognized as belonging to him. She stuck her head out the door trying to catch his eye but she couldn't see him anywhere.

"Oh well," she thought naughtily "I could go in and get changed." She smiled...her cunt was already wet with desire.

She grabbed the her bag and headed for the bathroom door. Just as she closed the door she heard Rory outside. "Yeh, Ted, I'll see you tomorrow...and yes, I know he should have swung at that last pitch." He laughed heartily.

She heard him rustling around and eventually she heard the creaking of springs as he climbed onto the bed.

She slipped on the 36B while bra and admired how it perfectly cupped her darkly tanned tits. You could see the aureole and the hard, erect nipple poking between the lace. Her breasts looked full and firm and she was pleased with the look. Next, she pulled on the matching white lace thong. She adjusted the straps high across her hips and made sure the string was nicely embedded in the crack of her perfect ass. She did have the perfect ass...not too big, not too small, firmly cheeked and without the slightest bit of sag. If she had to judge her sexual assets she'd ranks her ass the highest. Lastly she pulled on her heels.

She'd done her makeup at home and had pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail. She left everything as it was, just adding a bit of lip gloss and eye mascara.

She stepped as far back in the bathroom as she could and admired herself in the mirror. She looked like a stripper in some high-class dancehall, a place where rich men came to spend their excess money on the pleasures provided by the world's most beautiful women.

She was ready.

She unlocked the bathroom door and peeked her head out. She saw Rory's figure sitting on the side of the bed, watching the tv. She checked the main door to the room. It was open, but just barely. Pushing the bathroom door open wide, she stepped out into the room.

"Getting a private room was a great idea" she purred.

Rory jumped and turned to see her.

"Shit...what..." then as his eyes took her in from head to toe "Holy shit...you did come." His eyes roved down her barely clad body as she sashayed over to the main room door.

"I think we should close this, don't you?" she purred, accentuating the visual effects of the lingerie with her every motion.

Rory sat up higher and threw his legs over the side of the bed to face her.

"Wow...you are something." He went on. "You look like something out of some unimaginably erotic wet dream...that outfit is so sexy."

"Thanks" smiled Catherine "I'm glad you like it." "Do you like it a little, or a lot." She teased Rory with a pouty look.

Rory smiled and pulled his gown aside to reveal an already huge tumescent cock, the red head pulsing in the dim light. "What do you think?" he smiled.

Catherine giggled. She looked up at Rory. "Did you cum last night...I left you in a horrible state."

"No, I didn't...I wanted to wait for tonight just in case you really did come back." "How'd you find me...I moved rooms."

"Yes, obviously" Catherine laughed, "Remember that sweet nurse who kicked me out last night?...well, she thinks I'm your wife and so she told me where you were."

They both laughed.

Catherine then turned somewhat serious. "Lets say I was your wife...what would you want me to do right now?"

Rory leaned his head back in thought. "I guess I'd like to have you perform fellatio on me."

Catherine laughed at Rory's choice of words. "Oh c'mon on, you sound like you're placing an order at a restaurant." "How about... I'd like you to suck my big hard cock Catherine." She stood directly in front of Rory as she spoke, her chest heaving with her words, barely able to contain her own excitement, wanting to hear Rory ask her to suck him off. She loved it when the guys asked for her to go down on them.