Saved in the nick of time, I became my savior's lover

What I am confessing to started when I was a new employee at my work. At that time I had been to the local junior college and still lived at home. I met a man there, Mitch, who was a older and I found out that he had been in the Army and was discharged after recovering from injuries. Mitch was aggressive, imposed himself. Mitch wanted sex and I was already pinned to the floor by him to have sex with me. 

I had resigned myself, I had stopped fighting, I guess I was whimpering. Mitch wasn't aware that one of the women had called for help.  The man that came was younger, in his early thirties. He was tall and strong and jerked Mitch off of me by the neck. He struck him with his fist across the top of his neck and kicked him hard between his legs. He picked me up and held me for a what seemed like forever. It's in those situations when you realize just how small you are. 

I became his lover, his girl Friday, his office wife. When he spent the night he stayed all night. After he had sex with me he would hold me and caress me and tell me that he loved me and he was going to look out for me. I accepted my lot. Most always sex was initiated by him, and I went along. I learned not to wear panties when I went to bed with him, he was going to tear them off anyway. Even after his wife no longer slept with him, I did. 

Now at 75 sex is memory. As time went on he lost the ability. Not even those pills helped. It frustrated him, I know. Having me right there with him in bed, and he couldn't perform anymore. I still cuddle up to him, sleep under his arm. And his wife, we are friends.