Saturday, December 04, 2004

In and Out

In and out. Soft, slow and deep. Rhythmically rising and falling. In and out. Slow and deep.

This is TEH sleeping beside me now, breathing. A precious, precious thing I took for granted before today and now I find myself watching him and relishing each breath. In and out. Slow and deep.


Well…I did it. I can honestly say that I damn near killed a man in bed today and I’m still shaking from it. The story is one that might be mildly funny in the future, but right at this moment, it’s still a bit raw for me. Any way I tell it, it’s one of those things that happens in my life that truly makes me The Odd Wife.

Last night’s office holiday party was nice. Just nice. TEH had a bit more to drink than I would have liked and I ended up having to drive even though I’d asked him to be the designated driver. On the way home, TEH was enjoying my fishnet stockings and had a hand slid up under my skirt and I asked if there was someplace we could go or something we could get that might be really sexy for him. After considering strip joints and the like, we decided upon the new Hustler store courtesy of Larry Flint that just opened.

We browsed the aisles, enjoying chuckling over things and contemplating others. Then we found it. Our new toy. It’s called the “dragonfly”. It’s a pretty lavender cock ring with a dragonfly on the top. Just below the dragonfly is a loop that holds a small silver bullet looking thing that vibrates with pretty good strength. The idea being that as he penetrates me, this gizmo is making his cock vibrate inside me while the dragonfly “buzzes” against the clitoris. Sounds good to me!

When we got home, it was damn near 2:30 am. Nonetheless, we hopped into bed and began to play. We were both a little worked up. I was still wearing the fishnet stockings and nothing else. TEH strategically cut them so they became “crotchless” allowing them to be worn while we played… and when I straddled him and rode his body, there wasn’t even time to get out the new toy. I was shuddering into joy-ville right off the bat. I call these “natural” orgasms as opposed to the “assisted” orgasms that require a toy or my own stimulation while being penetrated.

TEH was still working up to his own fun and, truth be told, the alcohol was doing him no favors. I was pretty sure he would never finish and sure enough, after a bit, we just drifted to sleep somewhere past 3:30 am.

In the morning, with Silly Girl safely still sleeping at her aunt’s home, TEH and I woke slowly and early and began to rub sleepily against one another. TEH managed to wake me enough to begin a lovely morning lovemaking session and I suggested we use the new toy. He slipped it on and we began…it was lovely and feeling great. Several moments passed as we rode one another, me on top first, then him on top inside of me. My fishnets, torn and tattered, still on from the night before.

…and then…

TEH was over me, inside me when it happened. He let out an anguished scream that still rings in my ears and chills my blood and collapsed heavily on top of me. I had no idea what the fuck was happening, but he knocked the wind out of me and I was now trapped under 230 lbs of naked man. (He’s 6’6 and built trim and lean). He was convulsing violently, head butting me in the head and face. Baffled, gasping and blindly panicked, I reached down and ripped that fucking dragonfly toy off him so fast and threw it across the room and struggled to roll sideways to free myself.

Of course, this is the point where our 90 lb Labrador retriever who was distressed by TEH’s still screaming and my shrieks came busting through the door and jumped on the bed. I was now wrestling with a still seizing TEH and a huge dog – all while nude and hysterical.

I grabbed TEH and screamed his name, trying to protect him and snap him out of it. The seizing subsided and he fell still and unconscious. And proceeded to turn a deep shade of grayish-blue. He wasn’t breathing. There’s only one way to describe myself at this moment. I FREAKED THE FUCK OUT. I began to scream like a banshee and tried to open his mouth to breathe air into him, but his jaw was locked tight. Blood was pouring down his cheeks from who knows where and it was obvious I needed help. I genuinely thought he was dead. I fled downstairs to grab my cell phone and unlock the door and raced back to him. Still blue. Still not breathing. I called 911.

As I shrieked senselessly into the phone, somehow managing to convey my name, address and situation, the operator advised me to NOT interfere with TEH’s seizure and to just let him be. Ambulances were enroute. TEH was beginning to “awaken” and I use that term loosely. His eyes were HUGE and staring and his face blank. It was obvious that while he was struggling to sit up and fighting me, TEH’s mind was nowhere in this equation. He seemed determined to wrestle me and at one point even clutched the dog. I was, meanwhile, struggling to try to wrestle boxer shorts on his to spare him some embarrassment. I then threw on random clothes of my own.

Paramedics arrived raced upstairs. TEH was a bit more alert, but still not mentally present. He was confused and didn’t know who I was, where he was, what had happened. They got him loaded into an ambulance and I chased them through red lights, stop signs and a street fair at abut 90 mph with all the driving drama of a feature film chase scene.

TEH had a grand mal seizure. It was violent and brutal and in the 10 years we have been together, it was the 4th one he’d had that I know of, and the 3rd one I witnessed personally. But he had not had one in 7 years and I’d forgotten how frightening they are. When I finally fought my way into the ER area and saw him sitting up, I was sobbing partly from relief and partly from terror. TEH was typically apologetic. He was less worried about what had happened and more worried about how I was taking it. He had no memory of anything. He remembered making love and then waking up on a stretcher in our front yard asking for shoes. He asked if it happened “in the middle of it” and I said yes and he said “I was afraid of that”. I explained that at first I thought the “dragonfly” was electrocuting him or something and he looked worried and said “You did take it off me, right?” As tempting as it would have been to let him think paramedics had to cut it off him in the front yard – our pretty lavender dragonfly on his dick – I couldn’t do it. I reassured him I’d done so and thrown it somewhere in the room in my blind panic.

We were home by 12:30 with instructions to get TEH back to a neurologist. TEH was sore from his strained muscles, tender from a bitten tongue and cheek (not too serious) and exhausted. He slept all day long and is sleeping beside me even as I write this. I am still shaking. I keep seeing him, blue and unconscious. I am afraid to leave his side for even a second. And I’ve been far too shaken up to even chide him from getting so loaded the previous night, shouting and spilling martinis on my coworkers. All forgiven. He’s breathing and that’s all I care about right this minute.

And while I think I might be too afraid to ever use it again…I still have no idea where the damned dragonfly cock ring is right now in our room.

In and out. Soft, slow and deep. Rhythmically rising and falling. In and out. Slow and deep.

I think I’ll watch TEH breathe some more. It’s the most beautiful sight in the world tonight.

Posted by Red :: 11:21 PM :: | ---------------------------------------