I was tired and getting ready for bed, but somehow it seemed like an endless task. My entire body throbbed as if a hundred fists pummeled me, and my back relentlessly ached. No matter where or how I sat my body had been uncomfortable all day and all I wanted at that point was to crawl into bed and sleep. I parked my wheelchair beside the bed, applied the brakes, unfastened my seatbelt and slid, after what seemed like an eternity, from my chair to the bed.
Sighing with only a minimal amount of relief, my eyes lit up when Zac emerged from the bathroom clad in his naughty nurse outfit. Wearing his hair in his customary ponytail and his dark blue nurse’s scrubs, I let my eyes follow the lines of his body and wondered what he had on underneath … if anything.
Earlier in the day Zac had hinted that the naughty nurse might make an appearance tonight.
It was a game Zac introduced a few years ago to spice things up every now and again, but he also treated me to a private show whenever I had days like today when my body was stiff and aching.
“Well, hello there, nurse,” I giggle as Zac climbed onto the bed.
“Good evening,” Zac said with his irresistible smile. He gathered me into his arms. “How’s the patient feeling? Anything I can do to make you feel more comfortable?”
“A back rub would be wonderful,” I said, brushing my lips against his.
“If that’s what will make the patient feel better, I’d be happy to,” Zac said.
He sneaked another kiss before helping me out of my shirt and leaving me only in my panties. With strong, skillful hands, he expertly massaged my sore muscles and worked his way up and down my spine, applying light pressure to the middle of my back.
“Mmm, that feels so good,” I said, feeling the tension and discomfort release from my body. My back popped. “That’s the spot. Don’t you dare stop now.”
Zac chuckled and trailed his lips around the center of my back before applying more pressure until I heard another pop.
“Nurse, you really do have magic fingers,” I said feeling his lips on my back.
He paused long enough to open the nightstand drawer and retrieve a massage oil we used from time to time. Rubbing little on his hands, Zac continued to give my back his undivided attention.
I sighed with relief, my eyes closing from the blissful sensation of Zac’s gentle touch. Again, he applied light pressure in the areas of my middle and lower back.
“Feel better, Lindsey?” he whispered softy in my ear.
“You have no idea,” I said, rolling onto my back. “Thank you, nurse.”
I wrapped my arms around Zac’s neck and pulled him into a kiss.
“You are so welcome, sweetheart,” he whispered against my lips.
I moaned softy at the feel of his hands gently squeezing my breasts.
“Is there anything I can do to make the nurse feel better?” I asked while my hands traveled underneath his scrubs.
“Nope, the nurse is fine,” he said, peeling off his scrubs top and laying down beside me.
I snuggled against him and kissed his bare chest, my fingers tracing the outline of his muscles. My hands trailed into his scrub bottoms and as I suspected, he wasn’t wearing his boxers.
“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do?” I asked.
“Linds,” he whispered as I kissed and caressed his chest. I paused and reached for his scrubs bottoms.
“Why did you stop?” he asked.
“I want to get your scrubs off, goofball,” I said, kissing him on the lips.
“Oh yeah,” he said with a laugh. “Guess you got me a little distracted.”
He rose while I moved to the edge of the bed and yanked his scrubs down over his hips. I kissed and nibbled his sweet spot beneath his belly button and heard him softly whimper.
“So where were we?” he said, laying on the bed.
I kissed him on the lips and allowed my hands to freely roam until a few minutes later we moved together in slow but intense rhythm. Zac buried his face in my breasts, squeezing and cupping them, and licking and nibbling my nipples in lazy circles. I moaned from the pleasure, my hands clutching and kneading his firm ass.
“I love it when you do that,” he murmured, continuing to caress my breasts.
“And I love it when you do that,” I replied, feeling Zac’s gently nibbling teeth.
“Oh, I know,” he said, moving a little harder against me. “That’s why I do it.”
As the intensity increased, I gripped Zac’s hair. He kissed me, his lips slowly trailing down my neck before he slid more deeply inside me, our bodies locked together.
“That was fun. Let’s do it again,” I said after we finished, and climbed on top of my husband.
“My, the patient really is feeling better,” Zac said with a huge grin. “We’ll have to do this therapy more often.”
“Then let’s get started, nurse,” I said, playfully biting his lip, the memory of my aching body long gone.
Later that evening, I was rolling around the dimly lit kitchen cleaning up the mess after Zac’s midnight snack of chips and salsa.
“Thanks, Linds, that just hit the spot,” Zac said, standing in the kitchen in his scrub bottoms.
“Anything for you, sweet cheeks,” I said, placing his plate in the sink.
“Squeeze me,” he said, inviting me to hug him.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and squeezed him as hard as I could.
“I have a question,” I said, looking up at him.
Zac gazed down at me and trailed his fingers through my hair. “And I have an answer.”
“Can you massage my back again? It’s really bothering me again.”
“Of course,” Zac said. “A private nurse is always on call for their patient.”
I giggled. “I appreciate that, nurse,” I said, rolling into the living room.
“It’s all part of my therapy to make you feel better, Lindsey,” he said, following me.
I parked my wheelchair beside the sofa, applied the brakes and eased onto the floor. “Shirt or no shirt?” I asked before lying down.
“Whatever feels most comfortable.”
I peeled off my top and then Zac and I got into the same position as earlier. Once again, his magic hands soothed away my discomfort. I heard a familiar pop from my lower back and sighed with relief.
“Oh, Zac, that’s amazing.”
After he finished massaging me, he lay beside me. I rest my head on his bare chest, while he gently kissed the top of my head.
“You have no idea,” I said, gazing up at my husband with heavy eyes.
I drifted off to sleep while Zac covered us up with the sofa blanket, and like I did most nights, I fell asleep listening to the comforting sound Zac’s heartbeat.
A few nights later I came home late from a girl’s night out with a few friends. When I rolled through the front door, I found asleep Zac in his recliner in front of the TV wearing only his boxers. I stopped to admire the view for a few moments, secretly pleased how much this man seemed to hate wearing clothes.
Feeling my scrutiny, Zac started awake and turned to me.
“Hey you why didn’t text me? I would come out to help you.”
“It’s okay,” I said, rolling over to the chair. “I enjoyed watching you sleep.”
“Pervert,” he said with a grin.
“Thanks to you,” I said.
He laughed. “So did you have fun with Becky and the girls tonight?”
“Yes, I did,” I said, leaning over to kiss his forehead.
“Then why do you look irritated?” he asked, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
“You’re such a lousy liar,” Zac said, looking into my eyes.
“It’s just me overreacting,” I said. “You know how I get sometimes.”
“Oh, yes,” he said, “but enlighten me anyway.”
“So the girls were already talking and having drinks by the time I got there.”
Zac nodded and applied the brakes on my chair.
“Everyone stopped talking when they saw me rolling up to the table,” I said, unbuckling my seatbelt. “They do this a lot, by the way. So Becky asked why I was late and was there a reason I lost track of time.”
Zac picked me up and sat back in the recliner. Once I got comfortable he wrapped his arms around me.
“I told her I was late because of work, not you.”
Zac grinned when I mentioned this.
“Of course everyone was listening very intently to the conversation. Then Becky turned and suggested that we’ve been having a lot of sex lately to make up for the months you’ve been on the seven to seven shift.”
Zac bursts out laughing.
“And yes, I wanted to crawl under the table in embarrassment.”
“I sure would have,” he said, affectionately squeezing me.
“Anyway, long story short, I know people think people like me can’t have sex, but that doesn’t bother me as much when they assume we don’t have needs or desires.” Now I felt myself getting upset. “Just because I have a disability doesn’t mean I don’t feel the same as other women.”
Zac pulled my face against his cheek and caressed my hair. “I know you have needs and desires just like any other woman.” He turned my chin toward him and gazed into my eyes. “So let me guess … you spent the whole night talking to your friends about our sex life?”
I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck. “You should have seen their faces when I told them we do it in my wheelchair.”
“Oh yes, I can only image the questions they asked you.”
“Becky answered most of their questions because I was just to embarrassment. I mean, honestly, what a topic to discuss in a restaurant.”
“What all did she tell the others?”Zac asked.
“Just that we make the best out of what we can do, but they got a kick out the whole naughty nurse scenario.”
“I have no doubt,” Zac said, gently rubbing my back.
“And I did tell them we focus on the intimacy a lot, like right now,” I say nuzzling his neck and breathing a hint of his citrus cologne.
“Sometimes I think cuddling like this brings you more pleasure then the sex itself,” Zac said.
I looked into his eyes. “You’ve satisfied me in the bedroom or wherever we decide to do it. It’s not even a question.”
“No, Linds,” Zac said. “I didn’t mean it like that. What I meant was that we can cuddle and hold each other and that’s enough to make you happy. You don’t always need sex to be satisfied.”
For a moment I could only stare at Zac in gratitude before I kissed him. He was a gift in my life, a loving presence that made me feel loved and secure.
Later that night I felt Zac wrap his arms around my naked body. He held me close, kissing me and nuzzling my neck.
“Is there anything you need or want?” he whispered. He released me so I could roll over to face him, planting kisses on my face as I turned.
“Come here,” I said, pulling my husband on top of me. I spread my legs to accommodate him, and felt his comforting weight on top of me. He rest his head against my chest. Lazily, I let my hands roam up and down his back. I breathed a sigh of contentment from that perfect moment.
“I love you,” Zac said, gazing at me. “Sometimes it scares me to think just how much.”
I respond by hugging him as tightly as I could and kissed the top of his head. Zac was right. I was completely satisfied simply by holding him closely and feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat against mine.
A few weeks later I celebrated my thirtieth birthday. I had a great day even though I had to work, and Becky and the girls took me out for a few drinks afterward. Zac had given me a picture he had painted along with some of my favorite Dove chocolates. He also treated me to my favorite dinner, lasagna, though this time his mother made it.
The last time Zac had tried to make it himself he overcooked it until we had to scrape it from the pan and we ended up ordering in. He said he would take me anywhere I wanted to go this weekend, but he wanted to treat me to something special on my actual birthday.
Though I was pleased by his suggestion, I warned him that after the big party my family had planned for me this weekend, I may not be up to doing anything but coming home to rest. My family tended to go a little overboard with parties, especially if it was for something important like my thirtieth birthday.
Getting ready for the night, I rolled down the hall to the bedroom. Zac has disappeared somewhere, but that was something that by now I was used to. When I got to the bedroom I noticed an envelope with a card on the bed. I parked my chair beside it and slid from my chair to the bed to grab the small envelope with my name on it. I carefully opened it and several one-dollar and five-dollar bills slipped out. I read the card, which brought a smile to my face.
For the little show. Happy birthday. Love, Zac:)
I was still gathering the bills when Zac suddenly stepped into the bedroom dressed in his scrubs and his hair pulled back. He winked and smiled before removing his i-Pod from his pocket and attaching it to the dock on the dresser. Sexy lounge music drifted from the speakers, prompting Zac to move his body to the rhythm.
I clapped and hooted. “Is the naughty nurse going to strip for me?”
Zac provocatively swiveled his hips and wiggled his ass, the sight driving me to a frenzy.
“Of course. It is your birthday, after all,” he said, dancing closer to me but not close enough for me to touch.
“I see you found your card,” Zac said swaying to the music.
Laughing, I picked up a five dollar bill and waggled it at him. “Come and get it.”
“Oh, I will, don’t worry about that,” Zac said, turning suddenly and swaying back and forth.
He paused to glance over his shoulder at me, then slowly, inch by inch, began lifting his scrubs top toward his shoulders. He turned in a circle, stopped and quickly pulled it up over his heard before swirling it in his hand and tossing it toward me.
I grabbed it and twirled it over my head before tossing it to the floor, my eyes fixed on his swiveling hips as he approached the side of the bed. Leaning over, I stuffed several bills into his waistband.
Zac teased the bills from his waistband and slipped them into his pocket, then gradually pulled his scrubs pants down, then up, then down again.
“Come on,” I cried, clapping my hands. “Let’s see it before I leave a puddle in my chair!”
“You’re such a bad girl, Linds,” Zac said, turning around and wiggling his ass at me.
Now his fingers continued to pull his pants down one tantalizing inch at a time to reveal that he wore nothing underneath. Watching the hypnotic sway of his body, I felt myself getting so turned on I wanted to jump him on the spot. Zac glanced over his shoulder and blew me a kiss before he yanked his pants off. Stepping out of them, he kicked them up to his hands and tossed them toward me.
“You like what you see?” he asked.
“Yes, I like what I see,” I cried. “I’m one very happy customer at the moment!”
Zac bent down to grab one of the bills on the floor and started trailing it around his body. I stared as he teased his ass with it, slapping one cheek, then the other with it before following up with his hand.
“I love it!” I cried as the song came to an end.
“Would you like to thank the dancer personally?” Zac asked. “All tips are very much appreciated.”
I held out my arms. “I have a special tip for you, but you have to come and get it.”
He approached and gathered me into his arms.
“Thanks for the show,” I said, wrapping my arms around his waist and kissing the sweet spot below his belly button. “That’s the best birthday present a girl could want.”
“I love you,” Zac whispered, sending a shiver throughout my body. No matter what he did for me, the thing that melted my heart the most was hearing him utter those three words.
We fell onto the bed locked in each other’s arms. Already excited, it didn’t take long before we were moving together in a slow, sensual rhythm. Watching Zac move above me reminded me how truly thankful I was to have such a special, loving and caring man in my life.
He took care of me in every sense of the word, not only in the bedroom but every day even though I wasn’t always the easiest person to deal with. At times I tended to worry and overreact more often than I liked to. Admittedly, my family could be a handful like any other family could be, but sometimes things overwhelmed me and I became easily frustrated.
I gazed at Zac in gratitude. “I love you,” I said as he slid deeper inside me.
“I love you, too, Lindsey,” Zac whispered breathlessly as he collapsed on top of me.
I wrapped my arms tightly around him and kissed the top of his head. “Happy birthday to me,” I said contentedly, gazing at my husband with love overflowing from my heart.