Out of desperation Stormy was informed that I would be taking care of her during the day and that that was that. I didn’t have a choice either. Damn...it!So Monday morning mom got me out of bed to help her get Stormy ready for the day. Stormy had a bra and her panties on when mom took me into her bedroom. She let me put on her pants and zip them up for her. I got to slip dad’s cut up shirt down both of her casts at the same time then over her head and button it up. Then mom told me to comb her. On his forearm was tattooed his name “Dale”. I couldn’t believe what I heard and saw next, Dale said to my wife “where’s the lube and some rubbers, I want your ass”. She replied “there on the TV stand” as he got off of her and went to get his stuff. Simultaneously, my wife changed positions she was now kneeling on the edge of couch with her ass up so her biker lover could stand up and take her anally. Dale stood behind her and tore open a rubber and wrapped it around his cock. Then he squirted. Out of the blue, she placed her hand over mine. Our eyes locked, and I could see a blend of nervousness and boldness in her eyes. We were locked in a stalemate for several seconds before she moved my hand off my zipper.After a quick scan of the environment, her hand snaked its way through the trouser opening. She had a surprised look on her face to find that I was wearing boxer shorts: uncommon for this part of the world. I started to get hard as she got it out into the open. Her face. Temple had a great program and we were taught what to look for and what to expect.I think one of the worst of "hidden problems," was that so often the depression was masked by the medication that was needed to deal with the chest pain. We were also warned about the fear factor. Because her sternum had been sawed in two she would have chest pain. It would be very difficult for her to discern the difference between that pain and the pain she'd come to associate with heart problems.It was strongly.