Breath 4 Me

Girl found unconscious in her bathroom.

And another story from yesteryear off the old yahoogroups. Enjoy

 Jonathan smiled gently at his wife as she slowly put on her favourite and almost see-through bikini. He couldn’t hide his excitement of what was going to happen in a few minutes. He marvelled at how lucky he was. Jonathan had found an incredibly beautiful wife, who loved him dearly, and she even shared his fetish. Just a few more minutes and they would both experience something they would most likely never forget.

“Are you ready?” Cathy asked and smiled sheepishly at her husband. She couldn’t quite decide how she was feeling. It was a mixture of fear, excitement and sexual stimulation. “I am when you are,” Jonathan answered.

Together they walked outside into their backyard, where their Jacuzzi stood. They had spent many evenings lounging in the warm water, and even more nights had been spent loving each other, while the water bubbled around them.

Cathy gracefully stepped into the Jacuzzi and positioned herself in the middle, while Jonathan once again checked the positions of the cameras. He had installed five of them around the Jacuzzi. All were hidden by wooden panels or bushes. One could only see them when one knew that they were there, but they promised exciting pictures of what happened inside and in front of the tub.

When he was done with checking the cameras he put his cell phone on the small table next to the Jacuzzi before he lowered himself into the pool as well.

“Are you sure you really want to do it?” As much as Jonathan would hate for his wife to say ‘no’, he wanted to make absolutely sure that she was fine with it. Cathy thought about his question for a second, before she nodded. They had planned it so perfectly; there was almost no risk for her. And the idea of having a video of how her husband performed CPR on her aroused her already.

Jonathan stood up again and Cathy prepared to dive under. He kissed her once more and reassured her that everything would be fine, before Cathy lay down on the bottom of the Jacuzzi. Jonathan quickly knelt down on her stomach and gripped the edges of the tub to steady himself and put enough pressure onto Cathy’s body to stop her from taking a breath.

For twenty seconds nothing happened. Jonathan looked into Cathy’s deep blue eyes. They hadn’t turned on the bubbles, so that nothing would disturb his vision of her.

Cathy was perfectly relaxed, her body was not yet yearning for oxygen and she enjoyed the look of lust in her husband’s eyes.

When the thirty seconds mark had passed, Cathy was beginning to feel the urge to breathe. She had never been good at holding her breath and was starting to grow restless. Jonathan felt the change in his wife’s condition as she began to wrestle against his knees. He knew that now came the critical phase. Even though she wanted this as much as he did, her body would try to stop her from completing this experiment.

Cathy was rapidly growing wild. She wanted nothing more than to take a breath. Her lungs were burning for oxygen and her heart beat loudly in her ears. She wanted to come up and take a breath, but Jonathan’s weight on her body stopped her from doing so.

Jonathan saw the panic in his wife’s eyes and briefly considered stopping the game, but they had talked about it beforehand and she had begged him not to stop it. He quickly pressed his knees further into her stomach and saw her releasing some of her precious air. He lowered the pressure again, before pushing down into her stomach once more. This time a lot of bubbles came up and the look of panic in his wife’s eyes increased as she wriggled against him.

Cathy was drawn between fighting for her life and enjoying the feeling of Jonathan forcing her to stay under. Now he sat down on her instead of pressing his knees against her stomach and she felt his stiff penis against her upper abdomen. By now the urge to breathe was superhuman. Cathy clasped her hands in front of her mouth to stop herself from swallowing water. Her heart was beating so wildly against her rib cage that Cathy feared it would explode.

Jonathan quietly watched his wife’s fight and couldn’t help being turned on by the sight in front of him. Cathy was losing it now and he knew it. Her body had started convulsing and was beating against him, which further increased his erection. Cathy still had her hands pressed against her mouth, but her strength was fading. Suddenly she let go and drew in a deep breath. No air filled her lungs; instead she felt the chloroformed water burning in her lungs. She coughed violently, which only led her to inhale more water.

Jonathan knew that his wife was close to drowning and tried to press one hand against Cathy’s mouth to stop her from inhaling more water, but her body was convulsing so wildly now that he had no chance to both hold her under and save her from getting more water into her lungs.

It took another thirty seconds before Cathy’s eyes rolled up into her head and her body became limp. Jonathan relaxed as well and took a moment to look at his wife. Her nipples were hard against her now completely see-through bikini-top and her relaxed body floated in the water. Her beautiful lips had turned a deep blue and her mouth was hanging slightly open. Her blonde locks were streaming around her face, giving her an unearthly appearance. He pressed down on her stomach again, but no bubbles were coming up this time.

He quickly got out of the tub and then lifted his wife out of it. He put her down next to the tub and quickly listened for any breathing, even though he knew there was none. Jonathan checked for a pulse next, but nothing was beating against his fingers. He knew what he had to do now. Jonathan had mastered three CPR and defibrillation courses before he had felt confident enough to do this.

He quickly turned her head back, pinched her nose and blew a deep breath into his wife’s mouth. He checked whether her chest was rising, but it wasn’t. He knew exactly what to do and hurried over to straddle her. He put his hands on her flat stomach and pushed down on it with as much force as he dared. Water started to gush out of her mouth with every thrust. When they flow of water from her mouth ebbed, he positioned himself next to her head again. He pinched her nose and blew into her once more. This time she took his breath and Jonathan was mesmerized by her beautiful breasts rising and falling again. After he had administered two breaths, he moved next to her chest and quickly loosened her bikini-top. He instantly found her sternum as they had practised it beforehand.

He clasped his hands together and started to push down on his wife’s chest. He loudly counted the number of his compressions for the benefit of the camera. Cathy’s chest was sinking deeply under his thrusts and her whole body shook under his hands. Her breasts were flinging around as her husband completed the first set of compressions. He moved back to her head and opened her airway again. He slowly breathed into his wife’s mouth and watched her chest rising. He put his ear to her mouth and felt his breath rushing out of her again. Again he inflated her and couldn’t help growing stiff again. For a short moment he forgot about the seriousness of the situation as he enjoyed the feeling of breathing into her time after time.

Then he resumed pumping her chest. She was still as pale as she had been when he had pulled her from the tub. He thrust down on her body again and again and hoped that she would react to his efforts. He gave her another two rescue breaths, before he decided to go to the next level. He quickly grabbed the defibrillator he had bought for this occasion and already positioned next to the tub. He knew how to operate this model. He quickly dried her chest before he adjusted the EKG pads to it. Almost instantly the machine sprang to life and showed that Cathy was in vfib. Jonathan charged the defibrillator to 200 joules and then pressed the paddles onto his wife’s chest. He pressed the red buttons and his wife’s body jolted from the floor. She fell back down; her head rolling to the side. No reaction. Jonathan recharged the defibrillator to 360 and shocked Cathy once more. Again her body rose from the floor, her boobs jiggling, before she crashed onto the floor again.

The EKG still showed her to be in vfib. Jonathan raced over to the table and grabbed his cell phone. He would call the paramedics now. As much as he enjoyed this game, he feared he might not be able to bring her back. He quickly told the woman on the other end what had happened, while he pushed down on his wife’s chest with one hand. He was promised that an ambulance would arrive as soon as possible and reminded not to stop his efforts.

After Jonathan had hung up he quickly breathed into Cathy again. Inflating her was so easy and erotic that Jonathan almost couldn’t tear himself away from doing it, but he knew that compressions were just as important. He decided to try defibrillating her again.

He charged to 360 once more, and put the paddles onto his wife’s chest. Her body lifted again, her face strangely contorted while the electricity shot through her body. For a short period the EKG showed a flatline, before her heart starting beating in a sinus rhythm again. Jonathan sighed in relief, but then noticed that her heart beat was too slow. He quickly gave her two breaths and then resumed compressions in the hope of stabilizing Cathy’s heartbeat. He pushed down on her, while keeping his eyes fixed on the EKG. After 30 compressions he stopped and closely monitored the EKG. He was more than happy to see that her heart had started to beat faster. Now he returned his attention to her breathing again. There were still no signs of a breathing effort from her site. Jonathan pinched her nose again and blew into her slowly. He had enough time to enjoy the feeling now as the EKG would warn him of any change in his wife’s condition. Her chest was rising and falling with every breath he gave her. Then suddenly she started coughing violently. Jonathan helped her to sit up and gently patted her back as she coughed up the last bit of water left in her lungs. When she was done, he lowered her to the ground again and told her to take deep and calm breaths.

At that moment Jonathan heard the distant siren of the ambulance approaching. He quickly dispatched the EKG pats and turned off the defibrillator before he hid it behind a large bush. He didn’t want to raise any suspicions as to why he, as a broker, owned a defibrillator.

When he heard the brakes crashing he ran to the front of the house and then led the paramedics to his wife. They instantly put an oxygen mask on her and started to examine her, while Jonathan recounted the story of what had happened. He told them that they had wanted to enjoy a nice evening in the hot tub, but that a business partner of his had called before he had been able to join his wife. He had walked inside and when he had stepped out again ten minutes later he had found his wife floating in the water. He told them that she had been dizzy all day and that that was his only explanation for what had happened.

The paramedics had no reason to doubt Jonathan’s story and told Cathy how lucky she was that her husband knew how to perform CPR and that it was a miracle she was in such a good condition. Cathy smiled gently at her husband, who held her hand as the paramedics put her onto a stretcher. They wanted to check her through in the hospital and Jonathan instantly agreed to it.

melissa carter was 28 years old. Happyly married for 5 years now with her husband frank – a perfect couple, but sadly not in the bedroom/bathroom,on the kitchen-table,…… everything was perfect the first time,but since 3 years melissa had not even one single orgasm made by frank always short before the finishline frank - or maybe melissa – failed. A difficult time for both of them,even threatening their marriage even peter roberts, frank’s best friend and the best gynecologist in the city couldn’t help them. He gave them hint after hint,but with no positive results “ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” “deeper,FASTER” “oh,yes baby” melissa screams and moans, but her privates are dry so they realize that they failed once again “tomorrow i’ll go to peter, maybe something’s wrong with my down-there” “don’t go again.it’s a shame that your gynecologist knows our problems so well,even if he is my best friend” but 7:45 am the next day melissa entries peter’s gyno-practice and asks nancy,peter’s practice-secretary “hi nancy,do you think peter has some time for me today? You know why…………..” “yeah,sure he has time. All the morning-patients up to 11 am cancelled. Just go to toilet and fill the cup.leave it on the shelf and come to laboratory 12 minutes and 2 filled sample-cups later melissa takes out her sweater so that nancy has good access to melissa’s vein. Nancy presses the syringe into the vein and draws blood then she stucks a plaster on the wound “ press on it 1 or 2 minutes then go over to peter” melissa does as nancy told her and with a shy smile she enters the exam-room “hey peter” “hey mel… blood and urine are good. So tell me your problems. Bedtime-error again?” “uhhhhhhhhh yes. It’s still not working for us” “ i need to exam you,so undress and have a seat on the chair” melissa hurries to undress her sweater,jeans,bra and panties before spreading her legs on the chair – not the first time so she does it without help and without being ashamed of her nudity peter switches on a lamp and directs the light directly on the pubic area of his patient he sits down having melissa’s fresh shaved privates directly in front of his face “so still the same prob ey?… may i ask what hubby does to you?” “ licking and kissing lips and clitoris,pinching my nipples,kissing my breasts ,slapping my backside .then the in-and-out-game and sometimes we try it greek-style” “maybe you should try other thinks?…….like med-play?” “wha what you mean?”

This is the best way possible to finish a fantastic night……

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She was found unresponsive in the bed by hotel cleaning staff after check out time.

Paramedics found her barely breathing, unresponsive, with a weak pulse. Oxygen was immediately started.

Her pulse is thready and slow. The gown needs to be cut and electrodes placed.

Wires are connected and the heart monitor turned on…

Her heart has slipped into vfib. Pads are placed.

She lays lifeless as the defibrillator charges to 250 joules.

“Everyone clear!”

Learning to come out of your shell can be a tough one, but I am trying to venture a bit more out of my comfort zone.  Definitely have my reasons.  So, here I go.  And thank you to my friends who may have had a hand or two in this.  You know who you are. 

It’s early afternoon when you get a call from her.  She wasn’t feeling well when she left for work that morning.  You aren’t surprised by the fact that they have to call you to come and get her because she isn’t in a state to drive.  

You drive and pick her up.  She has a fever, she’s lightheaded, and she can barely stand up.  You steer her to the car and take her home.  

You take her inside, guide her to the bedroom and help her change into her pajamas before getting her to lay down.  She’s asleep almost instantly.  

You don’t bother to turn off the light as you sneak out of the room and grab your keys to run to the drugstore a few blocks away.  You load up on Asprin, flu medication, and enough fluids to combat the fever before paying the clerk and walking out the door.  

The first thing you do when you get home is to take your things into the bedroom to check on her.  You can hear her gasping for air as her chest rattles when you walk in.  You can’t wake her.  You try as you roll her onto her back and try to get her to come around and breathe normally on her own.  

Something isn’t right as you reach into your nightstand for the stethoscope that you keep there.  You want to hear what is going on as you unbutton the front of the top.

You put her to bed in and place the stethoscope to her chest.  Listening,  you drop it and run into the living room for your phone to call 911.  While you wait for the ambulance to arrive, you sit watching over her.  A few minutes in, her breathing stops.

Her lips have started to turn blue.  Your lips are on hers in a second, hand behind her neck, tilting her airway open to breathe for her.  You lips touch, creating a seal, as you force air in.  You’re thankful at this moment for the big city you live in as you hear the knock of the paramedics at the front door and run to let them in to work on her.  They fill the bedroom with gear is you move to breathe for her again because you know she isn’t as they lay electrodes on her chest.  

The ambubag is out in a second, over her blue lips as they pump air into her lungs and connect the lines to the heart monitor as someone tries to get a read on her blood pressure.  Her blood pressure is barely registering as her fast, thready pulse begins to speed up to the point of being ineffective.

The heart monitors sounds in alarm as they force oxygen into her.  They try for a read on her blood pressure again, but there is none as her pulse becomes too fast and too weak to pump blood through her body.  You watch as they put hands on her chest and begin CPR.  They call for a dose of epi, say something about v-fib, but all you can see is their hands compressing her chest as another places these cold, white pads on her chest over her heart.  

The machine charges as you watch, mechanical tones and beeps as they work on her chest until you hear them shout “All clear!” and everyone’s hand are off. 

The electric shock goes into her chest as her back arches and her body jumps.

And the rest is up to your imagination…..

They were supposed to go out for dinner after the conference. They had 2 hours before their reservation and they went to their separate hotel rooms. 6PM comes and goes. He calls. He knocks. He yells through the door. They curtains are mostly closed, but through on tiny crack, he sees her foot on the bed. It isn’t moving. He runs to lobby demanding a key or for the door to be open. When it is opened, she is laying in the middle of the bed.

He shakes her. She is completely unresponsive. Several pill bottles are on the table beside her. He immediately calls 911. She is still breathing. If only barely. They arrive in less tha. 10 minutes. They begin assessing her and exposing her chest immediately.

In no time at all she is lying on the bed with her shirt open, helpless and exposed.

Her breathing falters as they check her pulse ox. They immediately put her on oxygen and start an IV.

She breathes in the oxygen rich air through the flimsy plastic mask. Her chest barely moves. They know they need to get her on the monitor. They pull the leads out of their kit, beginning to adhere them to her almost silent chest.

The wires are uncoiled as the portable monitor is brought out to connect her to. One by one, they connect the long gray wires to the tiny, white islands scattered across her chest.

He watches as they finish. She lays still and motionless in the middle of the hotel bed. Her chest doesn’t seem to be rising or falling anymore.

He watches as they pull out the stethoscop and begin to more it across her chest.

They work in silence as he moves the stethoscope over her chest inch by inch over the swells of her breasts, the valley between, the curves of her ribs. They list the bottom of her bra to listen at her apex….

Her heart stops as they listen and they rush to begin life saving measures….

This story is based on “Trapped” by Aquafantasies: a drowning video from the late 1990’s/early 2000’s.

Katie’s kneeling on the bottom of the pool, nude except for a weightbelt. She’s caressing her breasts and rubbing her clit as she fights back the urge to breathe. She’s pushing her breath hold limit to the maximum and she’s really getting off from the oxygen deprivation. She cums hard, letting out a burst of bubbles as her whole body shakes and she squirts into the pool. She’s rocking back and forth, lost in the throes of her orgasm, she doesn’t even notice the pool cover closing above her.

Still feeling horny, Katie continues rubbing her clit, squeezing her nipples hard at the same time. Her lungs are burning but she feels a second orgasm following hot on the heels of her first. Rubbing harder and faster, she cums hard again, shaking and squirting on the bottom of the pool. “Holy Shit!” she screams in pleasure in a huge explosion of bubbles. As the shaking subsides, the burning in her lungs intensifies dramatically and she heads to the surface.

Katie’s head bumps against the underside of the pool cover, she’s just inches away from the air she so desperately needs. She pounds her fists helplessly against the cover in an effort to push it up a few inches so she can catch a quick breath. She lies back and kicks her feet ineffectively against the cover and she feels herself being dragged back to the bottom. “The weightbelt!” she suddenly remembers, as her sexy ass touches down on the pool bottom. With an effort, she sits up and tries to unclip the weightbelt. She releases more air in her struggle and she’s well past her breath hold limit. Her cheeks are puffed out, trying to keep the last of her air in, but her oxygen deprived mind can’t work out how to unclip the weightbelt.

The burning in Katie’s lungs is unbearable and she clamps her hand over her mouth as she struggles one handed with the weightbelt. She can’t hold her air in any longer and a steady stream of bubbles spews out from between her fingers. She screams in desperation and, though her head is spinning, despite the fire in her lungs, she feels the fire start again in her pussy. She opens her mouth to inhale and she coughs uncontrollably as the water floods into her lungs. She’s in pain but in ecstasy at the same time and she cums a final time, squirting her juices into the pool as her body twitches and spasms uncontrollably.

There is a rehearsal dinner taking place at a restaurant across from the hospital. Its crawling with people. You are in between calls when you run into the resturant to grab something to eat when one of the guests collapses unexpected. You immediately call for help and approach her.

She’s barely responsive as they come and you lift her into the gurney. As you lift her, she goes limp. You prob her neck for a pulse, but her heart has stopped and you begin CPR.

Straddling her immediately beginning several minutes of hands only CPR. You pump her chest hard and roll towards the hospital as her body bends and shakes beneath you.

The ambubag is prepped as they roll her into the ER to pump much needed air into her lungs. Doctors and medics swarm to care for their patient.

The sheers are picked up, the cold metal tearing into the fabric of her purple, lace dress desperate to get to her chest and continue the work to save her life.

Her dress lays open and CPR continues before the wires are even attached in an attempt to keep her alive. Her chest is battered as they work.

The wires are connected… the faint line of vfib on the screen. The defibrillator is charged and the shock delivered. No change.

They grab the bag and force air into her lungs before trying again….

They shock, but there is no change….

Two more shocks are delivered in rapid succession.

Her body jerks than stills. Her head falls to the side. They fail to restart her heart as she lays limp on the bed….