A LITTLE MAYHEM IN ONE SHORT SCENE

The scene

I was awake. How long I had been laying here I had no clue. I knew from  the sounds and the smells I was in a hospital, in a bed, and almost naked under a thin covering. 

I did know my left leg was in a cast and I could begin to remember the gunfire and the pain and then nothing until I woke up. I kept my eyes almost shut and saw people walking by the open door to my room.

After a while I saw a figure of someone walking the room and made out the shape of my husband. He just stood there so I kept my eyes almost shut. I wanted to see what he was going to do.

After a while a nurse came in. I guess it was a nurse. One can't be sure these days of non-uniforms and all. She stood over my bed looking at the machines and bags and needles in my arms.

I lay still breathing shallow. I saw her turn toward me husband and he smiled at her and closed the door. The nurse walked to the end of my bed and holding onto the footboard leaned over staring at me.

My husband walked and stood behind her and lifted her skirt over her ample hips and pulled down her panties. I could tell he was doing this by the way he moved and he had the same look on his face when he would enter me.

I heard the rasp of his zipper and watched the nurse's face change as he moved closer to her and began to enter her body. I do not know which orifice he was using but the change in her face told me enough. As he began to move behind the woman and she began to respond to his motions with her own hips I opened my eyes and watched them.

Since I was 14 I had taken kickboxing lessons. But with my left leg in a cast I was not sure how much I could use my right leg.

With one swift motion I swung with all my might and connected with a solid but painful kick to the left side of the nurse's face. Her head snapped sideways with a resounding and refreshing crack as she slid beyond my view to the floor. This left my husband standing there with a wide-eyed look of astonishment and his still wet (from her juices) erection sticking straight out of his open pants.

I laughed and pressed the button on my bed.

THE END

I hope you liked my little discharge of my pent up emotions. I was feeling mad and this allowed me to vent some of my steam before I boiled.