Henry and Fran Chapman had celebrated their thirty-fifth anniversary two days before the accident. Henry’s left leg was injured when his tractor overturned. The accident, which cost the farmer his left leg, left Henry impotent.
The couple enjoyed a fulfilling sex life. Even while raising their four children, the couple found private moments in which to copulate. Now, their sex life had abruptly ended.
During his six-month recovery, Henry was treated to visits from his children and grandkids. Within a year’s time, Henry’s recovery was complete. Yet, he was still unable to achieve an erection.
It was after dinner one night that Henry looked over at his wife. Fran was as beautiful as ever. Her brown eyes gleamed in the light. Her lush brown hair was dressed in a neat bun, craving to be ruffled during intimate activities. Fran had gained a bit of weight since her wedding day, but she maintained a beautiful shape. Henry adored her derrière almost as much as he lusted after her big, beautiful breasts. As he continued to gaze upon her, his mind wandered. Was there a way to keep his wife sexually satisfied? The next day would bring about an unexpected answer.
Springtime brought a panoply of new personalities to the rural community. Seasonal laborers came to town to help sow the fields for planting. The small town suddenly became home to people from all over. The multitude of men looking for work gathered at town hall around five AM on Wednesday. Local farmers came to meet the workers in the hopes of employing temporary help.
Henry said hello to two of his sons and his son-in-law before making his way to meet the new arrivals. It was then that he met Duval. At twenty-two, the tall Haitian had previously worked as a farm hand. Henry and Duval signed an agreement. The young man would supply labor for a fair wage and would be given room and board. After inking the deal, Henry’s mind began to piece together a plan.
After cleaning up and changing, Duval joined Henry and Fran for lunch. As the three ate, Henry rubbed Fran’s thighs under the table. He could see his wife reacting to the slow, soft, touching. It had been a long time since Fran had enjoyed any sexual attention. She couldn’t stop herself from crying out. Embarrassed, the three diners laughed in sync to alleviate the tension.
Henry excused himself and signaled Fran to join him in the adjoining room. “I love you. Ours’ is an amazing marriage, but we both know something is missing. I want to watch you be pleasured. I’ll be there, with you, holding you. This young man is nothing more than a vessel to bring you sexual satisfaction.”