My affair part 10

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I sat in our living room, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness about seeing Roberto's again and in the presence of John. I was wearing a summer dress, the fabric draping gently over my long leg casts. I was nervous and kept adjusting the crutches by my side, they were a reminder of so much my life had changed.

The casts were pristine and new, last time in full leg casts I was told yesterday. As I awaited Roberto's arrival, I couldn't help but wonder about the deeper meaning behind John's request to have our portrait painted by Roberto.

Roberto's arrival would serve one purpose at least for me, to put an end to this.

I walked on my crutches into the living room and sat down with my crutches on the floor beside me. I was filled with anticipation as Roberto's arrival drew near. John had surprised me once this week and I was in for another surprise, I could feel it.

With the news that he had hired Roberto, the man I had an affair with, I had to wonder if it was really a symbol that he had moved one? Or something else.

Our doorbell chimed, and my heart fluttered with anticipation. I was both excited and scared of what was coming up. I carefully leaned down to retrieve my crutches, struggled to stand and find my balance on my two long leg casts. John rushed to answer the door, his own anticipation evident in his eyes.

What was he planning or did he know something I didn't?

And there stood Roberto, his presence a breathtaking sight that sent a jolt of electricity through me. But to my surprise, he wasn't alone and he leaned on a pair of crutches, with a black cast on his lower right leg that he kept off the floor, no weight on it. Leaning on a pair of wooden crutches made him radiate even more than he did before. I'm not sure if the shared experience of navigating the world on crutches created an extra connection between us.

As Roberto entered our home smoothly on his crutches, his eyes didn't meet mine, his eyes went straight to my long leg casts and exposed toes. His gazes lingered for a moment longer than necessary on my two badly broken legs.

In that fleeting instant, I saw John smile at me, he was telling me in not so many words, "gotcha", the intrigue stirred something within me, did he have anything to do with Roberto's broken limb?

John, ever so perceptive, greeted Roberto with a warm and totally fake concern.

"I'm sorry to hear about your broken leg, Roberto. How did it happen?" He asked him with his hand resting on my shoulder, looking at his black cast and my 2 long casts. It was like John was telling me, see what happens when you cheat Charlize.

Roberto smiled, his blue eyes twinkling, his black cast sitting on top of his good foot while he squeezed his crutches,

"Ah, it was a clumsy misstep on a broken down sidewalk around my studio" he replied, while I was looking at his white sock at the end of the cast.

"Well, accidents happen so fast. I hope you're not in too much pain." John asked

Roberto's gaze shifted briefly to his leg cast before returning to meet John's eyes.

"It's nothing serious, just a temporary setback. But enough about me, let's focus on the reason I'm here to see Charlize again and the painting off course"

To my surprise, the young woman from the café with the broken arm, who had shared her own story, was his assistant. Her full arm cast had been replaced with a short wrist brace.

Roberto's eyes met mine, "Charlize, it's so nice to see you again, so sorry about your accident" he said, his voice filled with warmth.

"Thank you Roberto for agreeing to paint us."

Roberto introduced the young woman by his side as Emily, a talented artist in her own right. Her presence added a new dimension to the painting session. I knew of her obvious attraction to cast.

I observed Emily with intrigue while she didn't hide her interest in my broken legs. There was a quiet confidence about her, it felt like she had played in this story before, she knew the script.

There was a surprise that awaited me. John turned to Emily, with a tender smile, he leaned in and kissed her cheek while lightly squeezing the young woman's wrist brace, a gesture that revealed a connection between them that caught me totally off guard.

How did John and Emily know each other?

John, sensing my surprise, reached out to take my hand, his touch felt uncertain like I was discovering a whole new side of my husband.

"Charlize, Emily and I actually know each other from a few months back when I helped her after she fell and broke her arm. She...works in my company," he admitted.

"I was telling her about your accident, your poor broken legs and she suggested the painting and offered to introduce Roberto to me. I hope you don't mind."

I gazed into John's eyes, what? He hopes I don't mind?

Seriously wake me up this is an episode of The Twilight Zone, it can't be real. The young woman confirmed my dream when she kissed my husband on the lips, almost sending her tongue inside his mouth. The touch of their lips, however brief, held a hint of familiarity and intimacy that caught me off guard...Again.

Was I feeling jealous? I couldn't deny the attraction I felt toward Emily. She was a beautiful young woman, petite and sexy. It was not just physical beauty that drew me to her. We connected on a deeper level.

With a gentle grace, Roberto positioned himself on a nearby chair, making sure to rest his injured leg. Emily set up his easel, arranging the vibrant paints and brushes within easy reach. The room seemed to come alive. I was alive.

"Are we ready?" Roberto asked

"Not yet "I said, smiling at my husband and ex-lover.

My heart was pounding in my chest, without thinking, I reached down and grabbed my crutches, struggling to rise from the couch with my 2 long leg casts. I smiled and positioned the crutches firmly under my arms, relying on them again for dear life.

"What are you doing?" John asked

I ignored him, as I prepared to make my way towards Emily, I took a deep breath. I loved the sound caused by the weight of my two long leg casts, rubber heels scraping against the hardwood floor. It was a distinct sensation. With each cautious step, I swung my casts between the crutches with the sound of the rubber heels on the casts echoed in the room.

I was not graceful, but I moved closer to Emily. I felt like a crippled woman with 2 leg braces. My eyes were searching Emily's face for any sign of understanding. She smiled and cradled her broken arm that was in that short brace now.

As I finally reached Emily, a surge of emotions coursed through me. I could feel the wrist brace wrapping around me and heard a slight moan, maybe her arm was really broken. I slid my left cast between her legs, she squeezed her legs around it and against her vagina. Our lips met in a passionate kiss. The touch of her lips against mine sent ripples of electricity throughout my body.

I wanted her so bad and I wanted them to watch us.

Conclusion to come
K