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A Challenging Year, Lisa's Story. free porn video
Well, this year has been quite a challenging one, to say the least. It started off alright, Bryce and I were running quite a bit. After our being snowed in out in Montana between Thanksgiving and Christmas, things kinda settled down. He ended up getting more runs going to Texas and back, helped to avoid a lot of nasty weather. The New Year started off pretty well, you could say that it was rather bland. We got home in time to celebrate Valentine's Day back home. You'd think that us being in the truck so much together, that I'd know what he was planning for me for Valentine's. Well, that never happened...he found a way to surprise me. He set up an appointment for us to have a couples massage done together, spent the day shopping, then out for a romantic dinner at our favorite place, then back home where we had a candlelit bubble bath, before taking me to bed and making love to me for hours. Safe to say I was sore the next couple of days, but it was a good sore.
After Valentine's break at home, he had to get back out on the road. I wanted to go with him, but I had some things that I needed to take care of at home that needed my attention. Now Bryce will tell you that in wintertime, he doesn't like driving especially when it's icy. He's done it and is pretty good about knowing when to pull off and park the truck. And he'd have liked to have gone down to Texas again, but there wasn't much for loads going that way, so he took one going out to Medford, Oregon, then coming back, but going over near Chicago. He was going to be out about 2 maybe 3 weeks.
The night before he was to take off, we had gone shopping and got supplies like water, and other drinks for him in the truck, and some food for him to cook so he didn't have to eat at the truck stops all the time. It can be good but gets expensive really quickly. He had all but his backpack loaded in the truck for the trip, and we went to bed. I honestly think he thought he was just going to go to sleep, so I think I surprised him when he was sitting on the edge of the bed after he had taken his shower, I knelt on the floor in front of him, taking his soft cock in my mouth, sucking it gently, feeling it grow between my lips until it was hard and throbbing. I licked the head, and the sides of the shaft, ran my tongue down to his balls, taking them in my mouth, sucking on them, then running my tongue back up the underside of his shaft, along the vein, making him shudder as I did. He always loves it when I do that. I remember the first time I did that, it caught him off guard so much he came shooting a big load all over my face and in my hair. As I got back up to the head, I took it in my mouth sucking on it like a pacifier, then bobbing my head up and down, massaging his heavy balls, trying to coax his cum out of him. Shortly after, I felt his balls start to tighten up against him, and felt the swelling of the vein in his cock, knowing I was about to get a mouthful of his tasty cum. He grunted he was cumming, and I sucked on his cock just below the head as he shot stream after stream of his hot cum into my mouth and down my throat.
After I released his cock from my mouth, he picked me up and practically threw me on the bed. He dove between my legs like a mad man, licking and sucking on my clit and pussy lips. Normally when he goes down on me he takes his time, but he was like a man possessed. I felt my own orgasm building rapidly as his tongue was all over my clit, and my taint, and in my pussy hole. Then my body seized up and went stiff as my orgasm hit, my pussy gushing its juices, covering his face, and even got in his hair. He came up, his mustache and goatee were coated in my juices, all shiny. He let me come down from my orgasm a little before climbing between my legs. Obviously, his going down on me got him hard again, and he slid between my legs, rubbing the head of his cock against my clit, and along my labia and the opening of my pussy. Him doing that was driving me crazy, my pussy was drooling and wanting his hard cock. He had me get up on my hands and knees, he did it again from behind, rubbing the head of his cock along my pussy, before he slowly inched his hard cock into my very wet pussy.
He went very slowly until he had his cock in all the way to the hilt, I could feel his balls against my clit. He just held it there for a few seconds before slowly rocking back and forth. His slow pace was driving me crazy because I felt his cock rubbing against my taint, and labia. Then he started picking up the pace till he was going at a good pace, his balls slapping against my clit which was driving me crazy. He'd lean forward and grab a handful of my hair pulling on it, causing me to arch my back, then he'd let go of my hair reach down and cup my ample breasts in his big hands, most of them spilling out of his hands. His hands were a bit rough, but they felt so good against the skin of my breasts, nipples, and areola's He tweaked my nipples a little here and there. He got a really good pace going, I could feel my orgasm and his building and building, then mine hit again, causing me to stiffen, the muscles of my pussy contracting and squeezing his cock as I was cumming, causing his orgasm to hit, as I was cumming, I was gushing around his cock, and his orgasm shooting against it, feeling him fill me with his cum deep in my pussy. We both fell to our sides, exhausted from our lovemaking. Bryce joked, “now I need another shower.” But he cuddled behind me, tucking his cock between the cheeks of my ass, and a hand on my breast as we both drifted off to sleep.
Bryce was up early the next morning, took a shower, and went and made coffee, and was making breakfast for us both. He surprised me by bringing me breakfast in bed, eggs, sausage, toast, and orange juice. He finished his breakfast and went out to take his backpack to the truck and get it started and warmed up before he took off on this next trip. He came back in and poured another cup of coffee and we sat and talked before he had to leave. I really wish he didn't have to go, and that sentiment would play over and over in my mind when things took a disastrous turn not long after he left.
I had to stay back home to take care of bills and my dad needed my help with some things as well, I figured it would give me a great chance to catch up with friends who I hadn't seen much of since I was riding with Bryce so much. Every time he stopped for the night, we'd talk either on the phone or Face Time. One of the nights while on his way out west, we had a naughty Face Time session, where we helped each other to get off, which was a glorified video sex chat. The next day he let me know he had arrived at his destination to unload, and then when he got reloaded to head back east.
On his way East had to go through southern Wyoming, driving I-80, he had a stop in Denver, then onto back East. He turned and went south on I-25 when he hit ice. He had slowed down running about 40 mph and decided he was going to get off as soon as he could. He was just north of Fort Collins when another truck decided to pass him, not realizing how icy the road really was. As the other truck was going past him, he hit a spot of ice and lost control, and his trailer whipped slamming into the driver's side of Bryce's truck right by the door. Bryce hit his head, and his truck went into the ditch, coming to a stop a few hundred feet away from the highway.
I was at home when I got a call from Jack his boss, now Jack doesn't call me all that often, but I picked up my phone, not having any idea of what happened and said, “Hi Jack!” His response and tone right away told me something was wrong. “Hi Lisa,” his voice sounding very somber and worried. “I just got a call from the Colorado Highway Patrol, Bryce has been in an accident.” As soon as I heard those words, I immediately started to panic. “Is he okay? Is he hurt?, What happened?” Jack came back and said from what witnesses have said, another truck tried to pass him on an icy stretch, and the other driver lost control and his trailer whipped and hit Bryce's truck by the passenger side door. Bryce was found unresponsive and has been airlifted to a hospital in Denver. He was going to fly out to Denver right away to check on me and offered to fly me out with him. I was numb, fearing the worst with what happened to my loving husband. I said okay, I'll pack quick and be waiting for you. So I started packing my suitcase, and while I was, I put her phone on speaker, calling my dad to let him know what happened and that Jack was going to pick me up and they were flying to Denver to be with me. I called a couple of her friends and my family to let them know. I tried to keep myself busy to avoid falling apart and crying.
When Jack showed up to pick her up, I broke down. Jack put his arm around me and comforted me, and said, “we just have to pray for the best, that he's not too seriously hurt.” Jack grabbed my suitcase and put it in his car and we drove to the airport. We didn't have a long wait to board the plane, got on, and waited to take off. Once we were in the air, the flight went by so fast, my mind was on Bryce and hoping that he was okay.
After we landed, Jack rented a car and we went right away to the hospital. When we got there, Bryce had just come out of surgery and was in an ICU room. As soon as I walked in, and saw him, I burst into tears, I almost didn't recognize my husband. Shortly after we got there, the Doctor came in, I explained that I was Bryce's wife. He said “ma'am, I'm very sorry about what's happened to your husband, and we're doing everything we can to help him in his recovery. He went on to explain the extent of Bryce's injuries, he suffered a pretty bad concussion from his head hitting the door frame when the other driver hit him, the force of the other driver's trailer slamming into his truck, the force of it broke his upper left arm, broke his collar bone and damaged his left shoulder. Broke his left hip and socket, and had multiple fractures of his pelvis, and also broke his ankle. Also had some internal lacerations and bleeding that they had to take care of. Bryce was in a medically induced c*** and would be for at least 6 weeks. They had a breathing tube put in as well as a feeding tube.
After giving me the rundown of everything, I just bawled. The Doctor gave me a hug and reassured me that we're doing everything that we can for him. Jack came in and I gave him the rundown of everything, he looked at Bryce and then at me, and said: “he's gonna pull through, he's a fighter.” Jack had been on the phone while I was in talking with the doctor, he had gotten more information, the other driver who hit Bryce had been driving overweight, and had been taking d**gs as well. Jack had the gals back in the office working on getting in touch with the other driver's company and their insurance, also with work comp. Basically, the guy who hit Bryce was fucked. What was even worse, was the other driver barely had a scratch.
For the next 2 weeks, Jack and I were there every day with Bryce. Jack had to get back, but kept a room for me there, and had the rental car indefinitely for me to use. 6 weeks flew by pretty quick, and they brought him out of the medically induced c***. When his eyes opened, he searched around, once his eyes focused, not sure of the surroundings, his eyes wandered until he saw my face, tears in my eyes as he saw me. They hadn't taken the breathing tube out yet, so he couldn't speak. I could see the look of worry on his face, wondering what happened. I also had called Jack that day to let him know they were waking him up. Bryce since he started working for Jack, has really enjoyed working for him, said he had never worked for someone who took as good of care of his employees as Jack does. This just further proved it. I had noticed that even while Bryce was in the hospital, he was still getting paid from Jack, even if it was half of what he normally averaged, Jack wanted to make sure we had money coming in. Not to mention what we would be getting from the insurance company for the other driver and workers comp.
After they took the breathing tube out, Bryce was pretty hoarse but asked what happened. He was pretty medicated so he didn't have much pain but saw his arm and shoulder were in casts, his leg and pelvis were in a cast as well. Shortly after the doctor came in and explained to Bryce what happened, and what they have been doing to treat his injuries. Now my husband doesn't cry much, but as soon as he heard that from the doctor, tears started streaming down his face. I'm guessing he was thinking his career as a truck driver was over. Bryce asked the doctor, “am I going to be able to drive a truck again?” The doctor looked at him, and said, “I honestly don't know at this point, but that will be a goal to shoot for. But first, let's take baby steps. Let's get your injuries healed first.”
They came in and took the feeding tube out that he had, and slowly started him on a liquid diet, the plan being to slowly move him back to solid foods.
The advantage of him being in a c*** for 6 weeks, allowed for the healing of the broken bones. They weren't completely healed, but it was looking much better than when Bryce came in after the accident. We ended up staying in Denver for another month and a half, we celebrated his birthday there at the hospital, we got to dance sort of. Bryce was in a wheelchair at the time, still not able to walk. The hospital staff got him some birthday cake and ice cream, and that night for the first time since before he left on his trip, we had a little intimate time, as I didn't want to do anything too strenuous for him or anything that would cause him a lot of pain, I gave him a hand job, being as gentle as I could be, getting him close to blowing his load, I decided to put my lips around the head of his cock and swallow his load when he came. OH MY GOD, I couldn't believe how much he came, I actually gagged a little because there was so much cum, forgetting that he hadn't done anything for almost 3 months. I was just glad that I could put a big smile on Bryce's face especially on his birthday. Now apparently word had gotten around while Bryce was in the hospital there that he's a HUGE Denver Broncos fan, and it got to the team, and they sent flowers, and a card and even a couple of the players came to visit Bryce, brought tickets for the home opener on the 50-yard line. Seeing that, I think the last time I saw him with such a huge smile was on our wedding day.
A few days later, the doctor came in saying that they were very satisfied with the progress of Bryce's recovery, that they were going to transfer him to one of the hospitals back home. They were getting everything set up to fly us back on a special medical transport, we were leaving in a couple of days, so I checked out of the hotel, returned the rental car, and stayed with Bryce at the hospital until they were ready for us to fly back.
They saved a spot for me on the med flight so I could go back with Bryce. When we landed in Sioux Falls, there was an ambulance waiting for us to take Bryce to the hospital. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to come back home, they needed to observe him in the hospital for a little while longer, and start his physical therapy, which Bryce quickly started calling Physical Terror. For Bryce it was hell, he pretty much had to relearn how to walk because of the damage to his hip and pelvis.
We also ran into another issue once we were back home, I noticed when I went back to our apartment, that we had way too many steps, and it was going to be absolute hell to get Bryce in and out once he got home. Jack would call to check and see how things were going, and now that Bryce was back home, Jack was there visiting him every day, something later Bryce told me that he greatly appreciated and was just one more reason why he loves working for Jack. I was coming up to see Bryce when Jack was there for a visit and mentioned about our little problem about our apartment not being very accessible for Bryce once he gets out of the hospital. Jack said he'd get a hold of some friends of his who had rental properties and see what he could do to help us out. I said, “Jack, you've done so much for us already.” He looked at us and said, “I know, but if where you're living right now won't work for you, let me help find somewhere that will.” A couple of days later, Jack called and said that one of his friends has a rental property, it's a house for rent, but has either very little in the way of steps, or in some places ground-level entrance. And the amazing thing is, the rent for this house is cheaper than what we're paying for our apartment.
Since Bryce wouldn't be able to help with the move, Jack hired movers to help box and move our things to the new house. And had an agreement with his friend, and paid the first 6 months of our rent. Bryce was so happy when he finally was able to be released and go home. When we moved to the new house, I had bought us a new bed, it was all set up in our bedroom, but Bryce wasn't able to sleep in the bed at first after coming home, he had to sleep in his recliner for a few weeks. I made the choice to wait to sleep in our new bed until Bryce and I could sleep in it together for the first time. I slept near him on the couch for the first few weeks.
Once Bryce was able to be up and about, albeit with a cane for quite a while, it seemed like I couldn't get him to sit down. Because of the c*** and liquid diet, Bryce ended up losing almost 60lbs. He was going to PT 3 times a week. Around the middle of August, Bryce one night after we had been watching TV, looked at me and said let's go to bed, and started going upstairs to our bedroom. Now he'd been doing well about maneuvering stairs, but it surprised me when he wanted to go to our bed, I'd been so used to us sleeping in his chair and the couch. We got in our room, and he carefully climbed into bed, laying on his back, which he hated, but because of the injuries, he wasn't able to lay on his side yet. I cuddled up to him on his right side, putting my head on his chest and cuddling for the first time in months as we drifted off to sleep.
As the next few months went by, Bryce was getting antsy to get back in a truck again but had to go slow. Jack trained him to be a temporary dispatcher so he could at least work so he felt like he was contributing. It was different, but he took to it. Bryce was so glad when he was cleared to drive a car again, the first trip was interesting, he said it felt almost like he forgot what to do, but once he got into it, everything came back. About a week and a half before Christmas, Bryce and I were at his doctor appointment and the doctor looked at Bryce and said, “everything looks good, I think we can clear you to return to full duty for work.” All through the whole ordeal, we never saw one hospital bill, and our bills were paid in full. Bryce received quite a settlement from the other driver's insurance company, and Jack had hired a lawyer for us and went after the driver, ultimately, Bryce was awarded when they decided to settle out of court because they didn't want bad press. But they reached a settlement of after taxes and fees, Bryce ended up with an almost 5 million dollar settlement. We were shocked! Bryce had about half of it put into long term savings so we couldn't touch the money and let it grow with interest.
Christmas Eve, Bryce and I made love for the first time in 10 months. We took it slow because even though he was given a clean bill of health, we wanted to take our first time slow, it was hot, passionate, and erotic. My first of many orgasms that night, I gushed and squirted so much I thought I was going to pass out. I was so glad to have my husband home and back in good health again.
After Valentine's break at home, he had to get back out on the road. I wanted to go with him, but I had some things that I needed to take care of at home that needed my attention. Now Bryce will tell you that in wintertime, he doesn't like driving especially when it's icy. He's done it and is pretty good about knowing when to pull off and park the truck. And he'd have liked to have gone down to Texas again, but there wasn't much for loads going that way, so he took one going out to Medford, Oregon, then coming back, but going over near Chicago. He was going to be out about 2 maybe 3 weeks.
The night before he was to take off, we had gone shopping and got supplies like water, and other drinks for him in the truck, and some food for him to cook so he didn't have to eat at the truck stops all the time. It can be good but gets expensive really quickly. He had all but his backpack loaded in the truck for the trip, and we went to bed. I honestly think he thought he was just going to go to sleep, so I think I surprised him when he was sitting on the edge of the bed after he had taken his shower, I knelt on the floor in front of him, taking his soft cock in my mouth, sucking it gently, feeling it grow between my lips until it was hard and throbbing. I licked the head, and the sides of the shaft, ran my tongue down to his balls, taking them in my mouth, sucking on them, then running my tongue back up the underside of his shaft, along the vein, making him shudder as I did. He always loves it when I do that. I remember the first time I did that, it caught him off guard so much he came shooting a big load all over my face and in my hair. As I got back up to the head, I took it in my mouth sucking on it like a pacifier, then bobbing my head up and down, massaging his heavy balls, trying to coax his cum out of him. Shortly after, I felt his balls start to tighten up against him, and felt the swelling of the vein in his cock, knowing I was about to get a mouthful of his tasty cum. He grunted he was cumming, and I sucked on his cock just below the head as he shot stream after stream of his hot cum into my mouth and down my throat.
After I released his cock from my mouth, he picked me up and practically threw me on the bed. He dove between my legs like a mad man, licking and sucking on my clit and pussy lips. Normally when he goes down on me he takes his time, but he was like a man possessed. I felt my own orgasm building rapidly as his tongue was all over my clit, and my taint, and in my pussy hole. Then my body seized up and went stiff as my orgasm hit, my pussy gushing its juices, covering his face, and even got in his hair. He came up, his mustache and goatee were coated in my juices, all shiny. He let me come down from my orgasm a little before climbing between my legs. Obviously, his going down on me got him hard again, and he slid between my legs, rubbing the head of his cock against my clit, and along my labia and the opening of my pussy. Him doing that was driving me crazy, my pussy was drooling and wanting his hard cock. He had me get up on my hands and knees, he did it again from behind, rubbing the head of his cock along my pussy, before he slowly inched his hard cock into my very wet pussy.
He went very slowly until he had his cock in all the way to the hilt, I could feel his balls against my clit. He just held it there for a few seconds before slowly rocking back and forth. His slow pace was driving me crazy because I felt his cock rubbing against my taint, and labia. Then he started picking up the pace till he was going at a good pace, his balls slapping against my clit which was driving me crazy. He'd lean forward and grab a handful of my hair pulling on it, causing me to arch my back, then he'd let go of my hair reach down and cup my ample breasts in his big hands, most of them spilling out of his hands. His hands were a bit rough, but they felt so good against the skin of my breasts, nipples, and areola's He tweaked my nipples a little here and there. He got a really good pace going, I could feel my orgasm and his building and building, then mine hit again, causing me to stiffen, the muscles of my pussy contracting and squeezing his cock as I was cumming, causing his orgasm to hit, as I was cumming, I was gushing around his cock, and his orgasm shooting against it, feeling him fill me with his cum deep in my pussy. We both fell to our sides, exhausted from our lovemaking. Bryce joked, “now I need another shower.” But he cuddled behind me, tucking his cock between the cheeks of my ass, and a hand on my breast as we both drifted off to sleep.
Bryce was up early the next morning, took a shower, and went and made coffee, and was making breakfast for us both. He surprised me by bringing me breakfast in bed, eggs, sausage, toast, and orange juice. He finished his breakfast and went out to take his backpack to the truck and get it started and warmed up before he took off on this next trip. He came back in and poured another cup of coffee and we sat and talked before he had to leave. I really wish he didn't have to go, and that sentiment would play over and over in my mind when things took a disastrous turn not long after he left.
I had to stay back home to take care of bills and my dad needed my help with some things as well, I figured it would give me a great chance to catch up with friends who I hadn't seen much of since I was riding with Bryce so much. Every time he stopped for the night, we'd talk either on the phone or Face Time. One of the nights while on his way out west, we had a naughty Face Time session, where we helped each other to get off, which was a glorified video sex chat. The next day he let me know he had arrived at his destination to unload, and then when he got reloaded to head back east.
On his way East had to go through southern Wyoming, driving I-80, he had a stop in Denver, then onto back East. He turned and went south on I-25 when he hit ice. He had slowed down running about 40 mph and decided he was going to get off as soon as he could. He was just north of Fort Collins when another truck decided to pass him, not realizing how icy the road really was. As the other truck was going past him, he hit a spot of ice and lost control, and his trailer whipped slamming into the driver's side of Bryce's truck right by the door. Bryce hit his head, and his truck went into the ditch, coming to a stop a few hundred feet away from the highway.
I was at home when I got a call from Jack his boss, now Jack doesn't call me all that often, but I picked up my phone, not having any idea of what happened and said, “Hi Jack!” His response and tone right away told me something was wrong. “Hi Lisa,” his voice sounding very somber and worried. “I just got a call from the Colorado Highway Patrol, Bryce has been in an accident.” As soon as I heard those words, I immediately started to panic. “Is he okay? Is he hurt?, What happened?” Jack came back and said from what witnesses have said, another truck tried to pass him on an icy stretch, and the other driver lost control and his trailer whipped and hit Bryce's truck by the passenger side door. Bryce was found unresponsive and has been airlifted to a hospital in Denver. He was going to fly out to Denver right away to check on me and offered to fly me out with him. I was numb, fearing the worst with what happened to my loving husband. I said okay, I'll pack quick and be waiting for you. So I started packing my suitcase, and while I was, I put her phone on speaker, calling my dad to let him know what happened and that Jack was going to pick me up and they were flying to Denver to be with me. I called a couple of her friends and my family to let them know. I tried to keep myself busy to avoid falling apart and crying.
When Jack showed up to pick her up, I broke down. Jack put his arm around me and comforted me, and said, “we just have to pray for the best, that he's not too seriously hurt.” Jack grabbed my suitcase and put it in his car and we drove to the airport. We didn't have a long wait to board the plane, got on, and waited to take off. Once we were in the air, the flight went by so fast, my mind was on Bryce and hoping that he was okay.
After we landed, Jack rented a car and we went right away to the hospital. When we got there, Bryce had just come out of surgery and was in an ICU room. As soon as I walked in, and saw him, I burst into tears, I almost didn't recognize my husband. Shortly after we got there, the Doctor came in, I explained that I was Bryce's wife. He said “ma'am, I'm very sorry about what's happened to your husband, and we're doing everything we can to help him in his recovery. He went on to explain the extent of Bryce's injuries, he suffered a pretty bad concussion from his head hitting the door frame when the other driver hit him, the force of the other driver's trailer slamming into his truck, the force of it broke his upper left arm, broke his collar bone and damaged his left shoulder. Broke his left hip and socket, and had multiple fractures of his pelvis, and also broke his ankle. Also had some internal lacerations and bleeding that they had to take care of. Bryce was in a medically induced c*** and would be for at least 6 weeks. They had a breathing tube put in as well as a feeding tube.
After giving me the rundown of everything, I just bawled. The Doctor gave me a hug and reassured me that we're doing everything that we can for him. Jack came in and I gave him the rundown of everything, he looked at Bryce and then at me, and said: “he's gonna pull through, he's a fighter.” Jack had been on the phone while I was in talking with the doctor, he had gotten more information, the other driver who hit Bryce had been driving overweight, and had been taking d**gs as well. Jack had the gals back in the office working on getting in touch with the other driver's company and their insurance, also with work comp. Basically, the guy who hit Bryce was fucked. What was even worse, was the other driver barely had a scratch.
For the next 2 weeks, Jack and I were there every day with Bryce. Jack had to get back, but kept a room for me there, and had the rental car indefinitely for me to use. 6 weeks flew by pretty quick, and they brought him out of the medically induced c***. When his eyes opened, he searched around, once his eyes focused, not sure of the surroundings, his eyes wandered until he saw my face, tears in my eyes as he saw me. They hadn't taken the breathing tube out yet, so he couldn't speak. I could see the look of worry on his face, wondering what happened. I also had called Jack that day to let him know they were waking him up. Bryce since he started working for Jack, has really enjoyed working for him, said he had never worked for someone who took as good of care of his employees as Jack does. This just further proved it. I had noticed that even while Bryce was in the hospital, he was still getting paid from Jack, even if it was half of what he normally averaged, Jack wanted to make sure we had money coming in. Not to mention what we would be getting from the insurance company for the other driver and workers comp.
After they took the breathing tube out, Bryce was pretty hoarse but asked what happened. He was pretty medicated so he didn't have much pain but saw his arm and shoulder were in casts, his leg and pelvis were in a cast as well. Shortly after the doctor came in and explained to Bryce what happened, and what they have been doing to treat his injuries. Now my husband doesn't cry much, but as soon as he heard that from the doctor, tears started streaming down his face. I'm guessing he was thinking his career as a truck driver was over. Bryce asked the doctor, “am I going to be able to drive a truck again?” The doctor looked at him, and said, “I honestly don't know at this point, but that will be a goal to shoot for. But first, let's take baby steps. Let's get your injuries healed first.”
They came in and took the feeding tube out that he had, and slowly started him on a liquid diet, the plan being to slowly move him back to solid foods.
The advantage of him being in a c*** for 6 weeks, allowed for the healing of the broken bones. They weren't completely healed, but it was looking much better than when Bryce came in after the accident. We ended up staying in Denver for another month and a half, we celebrated his birthday there at the hospital, we got to dance sort of. Bryce was in a wheelchair at the time, still not able to walk. The hospital staff got him some birthday cake and ice cream, and that night for the first time since before he left on his trip, we had a little intimate time, as I didn't want to do anything too strenuous for him or anything that would cause him a lot of pain, I gave him a hand job, being as gentle as I could be, getting him close to blowing his load, I decided to put my lips around the head of his cock and swallow his load when he came. OH MY GOD, I couldn't believe how much he came, I actually gagged a little because there was so much cum, forgetting that he hadn't done anything for almost 3 months. I was just glad that I could put a big smile on Bryce's face especially on his birthday. Now apparently word had gotten around while Bryce was in the hospital there that he's a HUGE Denver Broncos fan, and it got to the team, and they sent flowers, and a card and even a couple of the players came to visit Bryce, brought tickets for the home opener on the 50-yard line. Seeing that, I think the last time I saw him with such a huge smile was on our wedding day.
A few days later, the doctor came in saying that they were very satisfied with the progress of Bryce's recovery, that they were going to transfer him to one of the hospitals back home. They were getting everything set up to fly us back on a special medical transport, we were leaving in a couple of days, so I checked out of the hotel, returned the rental car, and stayed with Bryce at the hospital until they were ready for us to fly back.
They saved a spot for me on the med flight so I could go back with Bryce. When we landed in Sioux Falls, there was an ambulance waiting for us to take Bryce to the hospital. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to come back home, they needed to observe him in the hospital for a little while longer, and start his physical therapy, which Bryce quickly started calling Physical Terror. For Bryce it was hell, he pretty much had to relearn how to walk because of the damage to his hip and pelvis.
We also ran into another issue once we were back home, I noticed when I went back to our apartment, that we had way too many steps, and it was going to be absolute hell to get Bryce in and out once he got home. Jack would call to check and see how things were going, and now that Bryce was back home, Jack was there visiting him every day, something later Bryce told me that he greatly appreciated and was just one more reason why he loves working for Jack. I was coming up to see Bryce when Jack was there for a visit and mentioned about our little problem about our apartment not being very accessible for Bryce once he gets out of the hospital. Jack said he'd get a hold of some friends of his who had rental properties and see what he could do to help us out. I said, “Jack, you've done so much for us already.” He looked at us and said, “I know, but if where you're living right now won't work for you, let me help find somewhere that will.” A couple of days later, Jack called and said that one of his friends has a rental property, it's a house for rent, but has either very little in the way of steps, or in some places ground-level entrance. And the amazing thing is, the rent for this house is cheaper than what we're paying for our apartment.
Since Bryce wouldn't be able to help with the move, Jack hired movers to help box and move our things to the new house. And had an agreement with his friend, and paid the first 6 months of our rent. Bryce was so happy when he finally was able to be released and go home. When we moved to the new house, I had bought us a new bed, it was all set up in our bedroom, but Bryce wasn't able to sleep in the bed at first after coming home, he had to sleep in his recliner for a few weeks. I made the choice to wait to sleep in our new bed until Bryce and I could sleep in it together for the first time. I slept near him on the couch for the first few weeks.
Once Bryce was able to be up and about, albeit with a cane for quite a while, it seemed like I couldn't get him to sit down. Because of the c*** and liquid diet, Bryce ended up losing almost 60lbs. He was going to PT 3 times a week. Around the middle of August, Bryce one night after we had been watching TV, looked at me and said let's go to bed, and started going upstairs to our bedroom. Now he'd been doing well about maneuvering stairs, but it surprised me when he wanted to go to our bed, I'd been so used to us sleeping in his chair and the couch. We got in our room, and he carefully climbed into bed, laying on his back, which he hated, but because of the injuries, he wasn't able to lay on his side yet. I cuddled up to him on his right side, putting my head on his chest and cuddling for the first time in months as we drifted off to sleep.
As the next few months went by, Bryce was getting antsy to get back in a truck again but had to go slow. Jack trained him to be a temporary dispatcher so he could at least work so he felt like he was contributing. It was different, but he took to it. Bryce was so glad when he was cleared to drive a car again, the first trip was interesting, he said it felt almost like he forgot what to do, but once he got into it, everything came back. About a week and a half before Christmas, Bryce and I were at his doctor appointment and the doctor looked at Bryce and said, “everything looks good, I think we can clear you to return to full duty for work.” All through the whole ordeal, we never saw one hospital bill, and our bills were paid in full. Bryce received quite a settlement from the other driver's insurance company, and Jack had hired a lawyer for us and went after the driver, ultimately, Bryce was awarded when they decided to settle out of court because they didn't want bad press. But they reached a settlement of after taxes and fees, Bryce ended up with an almost 5 million dollar settlement. We were shocked! Bryce had about half of it put into long term savings so we couldn't touch the money and let it grow with interest.
Christmas Eve, Bryce and I made love for the first time in 10 months. We took it slow because even though he was given a clean bill of health, we wanted to take our first time slow, it was hot, passionate, and erotic. My first of many orgasms that night, I gushed and squirted so much I thought I was going to pass out. I was so glad to have my husband home and back in good health again.
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