[M]y wi[f]e had cancer a few years back.

Four years ago my wife found out she had cancer. She’s fine. But during that summer she was getting chemotherapy and was absolutely exhausted and just felt like garbage.

It was hard for me to deal with, especially the added stress with the lack of sex. I was a mess taking care of her and worrying about her. She knew it and a few times during chemo she made me know how much she appreciated it.

I want to write about this before I begin to forget about it.

The chemo room was a series of about a dozen chairs in a semi circle, all with machines hooked up to them. It was a pretty shitty room to be in filled with people in shitty situations.

The chemo drug had to be kept cooled in a fridge right until it was hooked up to the IV. To offset this they had a heated box filled with soft, warm blankets.

I went with her for every chemp, each time it took anywhere from 6-10 hours and she couldn’t move much. I would bring her food and keep her company.

One time I was sitting in a little waiting room chair while she had her feet on my lap. The warm blanket draped over her legs and body, which also happened to cover some of me.

I don’t remember what started it, but her feet brushed my dick and the reaction was noticeable. Surrounded by a dozen patients, their families, and nurses, she began to tease me.

Her toes ran up and down my stiffening shaft as she smiled at me. I couldn’t move, couldn’t make a sound. I was so paranoid about someone noticing but her foot just kept sliding back and forth across my penis.

We began to text, I told her how good things felt, and she began to dirty talk.

Her toes spread apart and gripped my cock, and she began to pump me with full, deep strokes.

All the while I was getting texts about how much she missed being fucked by me. How much she wanted me to cum. How I should look at the hot nurse she knew I had a crush on.

Her foot and toes worked my cock for what felt like ever until I sent her a text begging her to stop. I was going to empty my balls in my pants and I really didn’t want to walk around a hospital with a giant jizz stain in my jeans.

She stopped stroking and began to tickle my balls with her toes.

Then I got a text “go to the bathroom and read what I’m about to send you there”.

I looked around, planned my path and tried to let the swelling go down. I could feel my phone vibrating as she smiled, and then placed hers down.

It took a few minutes but once there was a clear path and no one was looking I got up and walked to the tiny bathroom twenty feet away.

I closed the door and pulled out my phone to read the dirtiest things she had ever said to me. She wanted to suck every drop of cum out of me, she wanted me to moan and let the nurses hear what was happening, she wanted to finish me with her foot and have my seed dripping down my thigh.

I read the texts and finished. It only took a few pumps after the thirty minutes of teasing and stroking. I came hard, cleaned up and returned to the chair.

She got a foot rub and I got to say I got a foot job in the chemotherapy room while my wife was in treatment.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cf1it4/my_wife_had_cancer_a_few_years_back