Author’s Note: The injuries and rehab described are ones I have actually suffered. The rest of the story is fiction. When I was injured, my wife was...my strongest supporter.My name is Stefan Johnson, at the time of my injury, I was 33, and left-handed in most everything except writing and eating. I am 6’ 0” and weigh about 155 lbs. I am a Letter Carrier for the U. S. Postal Service. My soon to be ex-wife is Constance (Connie) Detwiller-Johnson. She was 30 and insisted on that hyphenated name. She picked a table right in the middle of everyone and so we were kept at bay exchanging smiles and small talk when I wanted to be exchanging kisses and caresses. Once dinner was over we got back in my car and I drove to her place. I kept dropping compliments her way about how hot she looked and how I really enjoyed myself tonight and the especially the last time we went out. Once I pulled into her drive way she moved in for a hug and I held her in my arms and nestled my mouth into her neck.I. .. Please, stay in here."Over the next two weeks, we made increasing progress in the mating ritual. Debbie had luscious breasts, tender, sweet and sensitive. She had delicious thighs, soft yet firm. Debbie had everything.One night, we planned to go to a movie, but she suggested we go to my place."Can we talk?" she asked. I had never seen an expression like hers. It was love, wanting, adoration, desire and warmth all rolled into one. She sat on the couch and took my hands in hers."Jason, I know. Soon the two boys led her to a incredible orgasm.Just when Mark slowed a little Jack took hold of her hips and rammed her ass at light speed.Abby was now enjoying both of them.She smiled at Mark and started kissing him,exploring his mouth with her tongue,fondling his hair.Mark returned the favour by fucking her slow with deeper strokes.Suddenly Mark looked into her eyes and asked "Are you dating someone?".Jack was kind of shocked as he heard and slowed down his speed.Abby blushed a little.