The Caregiver's Dilemma :

The Caregiver's Dilemma


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A 19-year-old who joined my husband's company broke both fingers and wrists, so I went to his apartment for about a month to take care of him.
It seemed quite difficult for him not to be able to use both hands, so I also did the cooking, cleaning, and laundry.
On the third day, he said he couldn't take a bath, so I said, "I'll wipe your body for you," and I did.
Unlike my 45-year-old husband, he had a young and slim body, and he was embarrassed, but I said, "There's no need to be embarrassed," and had him strip down to his underwear and wiped him.
He was happy and said, "I feel refreshed."

The next day, when I was about to do the laundry, I noticed that the underwear he wore yesterday felt damp, and when I looked inside, there was a stain.
It looked like it had been wiped off.
I thought it was inevitable because he was young, but then I realized that since he couldn't use both hands, he couldn't have done it himself, and I wondered, "Is this what they call a wet dream?"
From then on, when I was wiping his body, I couldn't help but notice his groin, and I said, "It's hard to wipe while you're sitting, so could you lie down?" and had him lie on the bed.
First, I wiped his back, then had him lie on his back and said, "I'll wipe the top," and took off his T-shirt, covering his face.
When I looked at his groin, his boxer shorts were bulging, and he was clearly erect.
I suddenly felt embarrassed and focused on wiping his upper body.
With my heart pounding, I went home that day.
That night, my husband invited me to have sex, but he finished quickly, and my body felt even hotter.
The next day, I slightly pulled down his boxer shorts while he was lying face down and wiped his buttocks.
From behind, I could see his large, swollen testicles.
Despite having sex the previous day, I played with myself when I got home.
The next day, when I was doing the laundry, I checked his underwear, but there was no stain, and I wondered what had happened that time while I was wiping his body...
"I'm really sorry, but... it's itchy down there," he said.
When he said that, I realized I hadn't wiped that area.
"I didn't wipe there, did I? I'll wipe it right away," I said calmly, but my heart was pounding.
When I took off his underwear, his erect penis appeared.
I was shocked as if my heart was about to jump out.
It was large, with an even larger head, and the ridge was abnormally pronounced, with white residue at the base of the ridge.
I could feel something hot coming from my groin.
When I wiped his penis with a towel, I could feel its hardness with my fingers, and I got even wetter.
"It's really bad, so that's enough. I'm sorry for asking," he said.
I usually never say this, but I said, "Do you want me to help you finish?" and started stroking him with my hand.
It was so thick that my fingers couldn't reach around it, and even with both hands, the head was still exposed.
"I'm going to come," he said, and I ended up taking him in my mouth.
"Oh, ma'am," he said, and I wondered what I was doing, but I said, "It's okay, let it out," and took him in my mouth again, and he came.
Even though I had never swallowed before, I ended up swallowing most of what he released.
"I'm sorry," he said.
I kept him in my mouth, but his penis didn't shrink.
I said, "Even though you came so much, it's still not enough? Maybe it won't go down unless we have sex. I don't mind since we've come this far," I said.
He said, "No, that's enough. It was amazing."
But I couldn't calm down, so...
"It's a shame to leave it like this," I said, making an excuse, and quickly took off my pants and mounted him.
It was the most pleasurable sex I had ever had.
It was hard, hot, and the ridge felt amazing.
He seemed to enjoy it too and said, "I'm about to come," but I said, "Not yet, you're amazing," and moved my hips up and down.
He said, "I can't hold it anymore," and tried to pull his hips back, but I held him down with my hands...
I said, "Hold on, please, do more!"
He let out a sound and came inside me.
I couldn't come, but it was the best sex ever.
From the next day, we did it every day until his hands healed.
In just a week, he made me come multiple times, and after his hands healed, the sex got even better.



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