The Flynn's Experiment

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A husband has unique motives for sharing his wife.
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DonnaBeck
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Emily entered through the sliding glass door, covered in sweat and flushed with exertion. "Good run?" Robert asked.

"Yeah, but it got hot early today. How are you this morning?" She kissed her husband and said good morning to Anthony, his assistant. Anthony was performing Robert's physical therapy routine, bending each leg at the knee and rotating the ankles.

"Still paralyzed," Robert answered. Emily flinched and glanced at Anthony who did not return eye contact. Anthony rarely made eye contact with Emily, but Robert swore he was the best assistant he'd had since the accident two years ago.

Prior to that fateful summer day, Robert and Emily enjoyed an adventurous lifestyle that included hiking, kayaking, climbing, and mountain biking together. It was a rock climbing trip without Emily that altered both their lives forever. Robert was climbing a route that far exceeded Emily's skill level, so he went with an experienced climbing partner who did the unthinkable; he allowed the rope to pass through the end of the belay device and dropped Robert forty feet to the ground. The outcome might have been better had he not landed on a pile of boulders, then rolled and dropped another fifteen feet. Some said he was lucky to survive, but with a C7 spinal injury that left him paralyzed below the shoulders, Robert didn't feel lucky.

The past two years had been extremely difficult for the couple, but now Emily felt that they had settled into a comfortable routine and Robert seemed less depressed. In fact, after going through several assistants, Robert seemed to flourish under the care of Anthony who had the right combination of professionalism and playfulness with the ability to remain unscathed by Robert's frequent mood swings.

Robert exuded an aura of masculinity, perhaps even more so since the accident. He had become more commanding in his voice, probably to make up for the inability to express himself physically. About six months after the accident, Robert asked Emily to masturbate for him. This was something that had not been part of their previous sex life and Emily felt self conscious about doing so. She also worried it might frustrate Robert more than please him, but he insisted that wasn't the case. He told her he didn't want to become asexual and it was important for him to enjoy intimate time with his wife. Their therapist confirmed that this was very healthy and explained to Emily that the main source of sex drive comes from the brain, not the genitals. Of course Emily would do anything for her husband, so she learned to overcome her shyness.

Prior to the accident, Robert had not been verbally expressive in the bedroom. Now he said things to her that sounded pornographic "Rub your tits, Em, yeah, like that. Spread your legs, let me see you. Now let me suck your fingers, I want to taste you." Emily was surprised to learn that this talk actually started to turn her on. She bought sexy lingerie and put on shows for him. Occasionally, Robert wanted to perform oral sex on Emily, but that could be physically challenging for him. Mostly she preferred to kiss him or have him suck her tits while she played with a vibrator. It wasn't a substitute for feeling Robert's arms around her, but she was glad her husband still found her incredibly sexy. As far as her own needs, Emily thought it was selfish to even let her mind go there. After all, she could orgasm and she could still walk.

Robert became more assertive in other matters as well. Because Emily was a writer who worked from home, initially she tried to spend all her time with Robert but he wouldn't have it. He told her to stay away and work in her office, just visit at lunch or after work. At first Emily's feelings were hurt. She wanted to do things for her husband, but he explained he wanted a wife, not a nursemaid. He still wanted them to be a couple that could talk about their day and they needed time apart in order to have anything to talk about. Emily could take care of Robert's physical requirements if needed, such as changing a catheter, dressing him, or performing physical therapy, but he wanted a male assistant to work full time. Fortunately, they had the means to hire someone.

Robert went through several assistants before finding Anthony. Emily stayed out of that matter. The first few seemed competent, but no one lasted more than a few weeks. Anthony had been with him six months and Robert seemed pleased with his performance. It didn't seem like they were buddies, there was a level of professionalism maintained as Anthony referred to Robert and Emily as "Mr. and Mrs. Flynn." Emily tried to correct him in the beginning, but Anthony didn't budge and insisted that was how Mr. Flynn wanted it.

Emily learned from talking to their therapist alone that Robert's more dominant personality evolved from him feeling powerless. If another person has to wash him, change his clothes, and handle his waste, it maintained a certain level of dignity to have their verbal exchanges invoke some form of hierarchy. Anthony had a military background and seemed very comfortable accepting someone else's authority.

"What are you up to today?" Emily asked, taking a swig from her water bottle and drying her face with a hand towel.

"Anthony is going to help me list a bunch of climbing equipment on eBay. Turns out some of my stuff is collectable and worth a chunk of change." Robert had voice command on his PC and could do many things by himself, but taking photos required Anthony's help. "What about you?"

"Two-thousand words by noon, I hope. I've got it mostly worked out in my head so I think I can do it."

"I want to read it at lunch, if you don't mind."

"You know I'd love that."

"I sent you an email."

"Great! I'll read it after my shower." Emily kissed her husband and made her exit.

* * * * *

Emily sat down at her desk and there was a hot cup of coffee waiting for her in a commuter mug. Having Anthony around definitely had perks. She opened her document and email, reading a message from her sister and one from her editor, before opening the one that said "To My Love" in the subject line.

My Dearest Emily,

I wanted to talk to you about something of paramount importance. I am choosing to put this in writing because I know you can be very reactionary. I want you to think about what I am asking, I want you to mull it over seriously and not go with your first impulse.

You are an intelligent, beautiful woman, and you are not paralyzed. The fact that you have to give up sex at such a young age weighs heavily on my mind every single day. Just because I am in this chair doesn't mean you should have to miss out on ever feeling a man's hands on your beautiful body. That thought kills me more than the fact that I can't have sex myself. I have to accept it, you don't.

I know you will say it is okay and that you don't need it, but that isn't true Em. It is unnatural for you to deny yourself the warmth of another body. I have given great thought to this matter. I want you to have sex with Anthony. I want to be there when you do.

We can go over the details later, after you accept my offer. Just as Anthony scratches my head and shaves my beard, I trust him to make love to my wife. And I trust you as well. Consider doing this for me Emily. It would make me very happy.

Love, Robert

Emily sat stunned for a moment, and then reread the email. She hit print and carried it into the living room where Robert and Anthony were taking photos of climbing gear.

"What the fuck is this!" She yelled, holding up the paper.

"Um, hey Anthony, go wash the van while I talk to Mrs. Flynn for a minute."

"Sure Mr. Flynn." Anthony was gone in two seconds.

"Have you lost your fucking mind?" Emily yelled. "You want me to fuck another man while you watch? This is some sick perverted shit, Robert." Emily ripped the paper in half, ripped it again and again and again. She threw the shredded paper on Robert's lap and before she walked out her expression changed from anger to hurt as she said, "How could you?"

Robert knew it was not the time to try to explain. He used his voice command to call Anthony back to get the shredded paper off his dignified lap.

Emily flung herself on the bed and sobbed. The thought that her husband would ask her to have sex with another man made her sick, then she remembered that Robert really was sick. He couldn't help it. Being in that chair had probably warped his mind. She decided to make an appointment to have Dr. Kimber come out. Maybe it was time to reconsider anti-depressants. Emily dried her eyes and decided she could now get back to work. She wouldn't let the letter impact her so much. She would not sit around and feel sorry for herself. Robert simply wasn't in his right mind. He needed her help. She wiped her tears and got back to work.

* * * * *

Emily came into the dining room at noon to find Robert sitting alone as usual, since Anthony was asked to take a break at lunch time. She greeted him cheerfully, putting the matter of the email behind her.

"Wow, Anthony made homemade hummus?" She asked.

"I made homemade hummus. I wanted to learn how to make it, so I Googled it. Anthony simply followed my instructions."

Emily ignored his sharp edge. "Well, you did an amazing job. It's delicious."

"It was really easy," his tone softened. "I don't know why we ever bothered buying it, but we are both going to smell like garlic after this."

"As long as we both do."

Emily kissed Robert and began feeding him. This was an activity she had come to enjoy and found quite sensuous. Since his head, neck and shoulders were the only things he could feel, she had learned to take great care in attending to those areas. Feeding, anticipating his needs, and hearing his appreciative "mmmms" could become erotic if they were both in the right mood.

"This is a really good smoothie too. You've trained your 'pair of hands' really well."

"He has a good eye for detail and he knows how to take orders. We can thank the military for that. I really like Anthony."

"Enough to ask him to have sex with your wife, right?" Emily didn't expect to reveal the tension below the surface, it just came out.

Robert actually smiled. "I knew you'd be pissed, but I still want you to think about it."

"Hell no, and that is my final answer. Not now, not ever. Get that sick idea out of your head Robert, it's not going to happen." Emily wiped her husband's mouth.

"Em, let me say something please."

Emily placed the hummus covered pita bread on the plate and let Robert continue.

"I meant what I said. You don't have to give up sex just because I do. You are still a young beautiful woman with needs. Emily, I'm afraid that if you deny your sexuality you will become vulnerable to the attention of other men. Eventually, you will succumb to temptation and I wouldn't blame you if you did. But my fear is that you would fall in love with someone. I don't want to lose you, Em." Robert's eyes were wet.

Emily was shocked by what he revealed and felt a surge of love towards him. She put her arms around him and kissed his face and offered the assurance that she believed deeply in her soul. She could never love anyone else, her heart belonged to him.

"Will you at least think about it?" He asked.

"Okay, if you stop talking about it," she lied, wondering how soon she could get Dr. Kimber over. She continued feeding Robert who asked about her writing. "It wasn't a very productive morning," she admitted. Robert licked the hummus from her finger. "You better stop that bad boy, you know what that does to me."

"I'll never stop then. Do you think you might put on a sexy little show for me tonight?"

Emily laughed. "Actually, the likelihood is very high. I got something new in the mail I'd like to show you."

"Toy or clothing?"

"A surprise," She smiled. "But maybe you need a preview? A little teaser?" Robert smiled widely, "Hell yeah. Bring it on, you little tease."

Emily smiled back, licked her lips and pulled her top and bra down revealing her perky tits and hard nipples. The finger licking really did affect her. She gave a devilish grin and spread a dab of hummus on her nipple, then brought it to his mouth.

"Mmmm," he moaned. "Em, toss out all the spoons and forks, I want to eat every meal like this."

"Milk and cereal would present a problem," she laughed, feeding her husband her nipples alternately. "This is just a preview anyway. I'm really going to feed you this evening."

"Mmmm, I can't wait," he moaned, taking one last lick before she lifted her top back over her tits, just in time as Anthony walked in the door carrying a load of boxes.

"Hi Mrs. Flynn," he said.

"Hi Anthony. Great hummus."

"Just following Mr. Flynn's direction."

"Well, you did great. I better get back to work." Emily kissed her husband and whispered in his ear. "No sexy emails, bad boy. I need to concentrate."

Robert grinned and said "I can't make that promise." * * * * *

Over the next few days Robert continued to make comments to Emily about Anthony, about what a good job he was doing, his ability to take initiative as well as being able to take direction. Emily couldn't help but read between the lines of Robert's comments. She bit her tongue, counting the days until Dr. Kimber would visit.

When Robert began asking Emily what she thought of Anthony's appearance she finally bit back. "I'm not ever going to sleep him Robert. Just get that thought out of your head."

"I just want to know if you find him attractive?"

"Who cares," she answered, her ambivalent tone confirmed Robert's suspicion.

"More handsome than my previous assistants, wouldn't you agree? David, Kyle?"

"I didn't care for Kyle at all," Emily admitted, regretting it instantly since Robert's mind was on a different path. "There was something kind of weird about him."

"I agree. And he balked at my proposition, thank goodness."

"Robert! You didn't! Tell me you didn't talk to those men about having sex with me!"

"I told you Em, this has been on my mind a long time. But Kyle had a moral dilemma, so I had to let him go."

Emily gasped in disbelief.

"David was more than willing, but he had a very small cock, so I had to let him go as well."

Emily couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, please explain to me how you even know the size of his cock?"

"I asked to see it after he agreed to my proposition. It was rather sad looking, so I asked him to look at some porn on my laptop and the poor guy only grew to three inches, so I had to let him go."

"Holy shit, Robert! Who the hell are you? Oh God, please tell me you didn't fire a man for having a small dick. We are going to end up in a law suit and lose everything!"

"I didn't technically fire him. I started being an incorrigible asshole until he quit. I'm not stupid, just impotent."

Emily winced and Robert continued. "First of all, I wouldn't do that to you. I want you to be pleasured by a decent sized cock and I want to see it going in and out of you. You will be satisfied with Anthony's size."

"So Anthony agreed to your diabolic scheme? Don't forget I have not and will not."

"Anthony had a very cerebral response and asked a lot of questions, which I liked, but ultimately, he wanted to be of service to me and the fact that he thinks you are hot made it an easy sell."

Robert noted with satisfaction that a brief smile crossed Emily's face. "I'm not buying it though," she replied.

Robert was the one to change the subject this time, happy with the progression that they were now discussing it without Emily getting angry or upset. He was in no hurry, he realized this was a very delicate matter and against Emily's instincts, it would only be a matter of time before convincing her it was best for their long term happiness.

When Dr. Kimber made his house call two days later, the couple took turns speaking to him in twenty minute increments, then twenty minutes together as was their usual routine. Emily wasted no time cutting to the chase during her time, "Robert wants me to sleep with another man while he looks on!"

"Yes, I know," was the doctors reply.

"Well talk some sense into him!" Emily retorted.

Dr. Kimber laughed and said "You know what a strong willed man you are married to Emily. This is something for the two of you to work out."

"But it's crazy! Dr. Kimber, I really think it time to resort to anti-depressants. Clearly Robert is severely depressed."

"I disagree, Emily. In fact, I think Robert is doing remarkably well given the circumstances. He's planning for the future, setting goals. He's a different man than the one I met two years ago."

"Yeah, that man would never pimp out his wife!"

"Well, I certainly understand your hesitation, but I can honestly say that Robert has put a lot of thought into this and his motives are good. If this is not something you want, you just need to tell him."

"I've tried. But part of me hates to deny him. I worry about him. You remember how dark it was for a while. But this is just....well, I never imagined in a million years he would want this."

"People tend to think they know how they will react in a particular situation, but until you are actually in it you can't be certain. Things that seemed absurd when Robert was able bodied might seem reasonable now. I know you have already made many adjustments to your sex life and that is very healthy. Some couples in this situation just let their intimacy die and Robert was very determined not to let that happen. I understand you have been very brave in this area."

Emily blushed at the thought. It was true. She was now doing things that she could have never imagined doing two years ago, acting like her husbands own personal stripper. She even considered taking pole dancing classes and installing a pole in their bedroom, but Robert thought that was overkill.

"Dr. Kimber, I don't want to have sex with another man, I only want Robert," Emily allowed herself to feel that sadness about not being able to have sex with her husband and the tears began to flow.

"I understand perfectly, Emily. Sex without love can be very unsatisfying for most people."

"Yes. It isn't just the sex though, it's the intimacy, the spontaneous hugs and ...oh, Dr. Kimber, I don't mean to complain. I know I'm lucky to still have him and he has become so verbally expressive, really, in some ways it has actually improved things for us. He has to say what he can't show."

"Well he thinks this is a way to show you that he loves you. By not denying what he thinks you need."

"I know. It is pretty amazing; weird, but amazing."

"Look Emily, I have talked to Robert about this at great length and I know he's confident he would be okay with it emotionally. I'm not completely convinced, but I did make one suggestion."

Emily looked at the doctor in anticipation.

"It is difficult for people, especially women, to have sex without creating a strong emotional bond. This is part mental and part physiological. When a woman is intimate, her brain releases oxytocin, a hormone necessary for bonding. What I suggest is that post coital time is spent being intimate with your husband."

"So fuck another man and then cuddle my husband?"

The doctor laughed, "Well, yes. If you decide this is something you want as well."

"You two are both pretty fucked up," Emily laughed. Her time was up.

The couple spent their combined therapy discussing Robert's reluctance to leave the house. Emily wanted Robert to travel with her, but he hated being seen as a handicapped person and preferred to stay home. Emily was sure that once he got used to it, that he would enjoy getting out and even traveling, plus she wanted him with her. She had a book signing scheduled in the months ahead and didn't want to be away from him.

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