My affair part 3

My affair part 3 intro

"I never thought about recreational cast," I admitted, a smile playing on my lips.

"It sounds exciting. Do you have any suggestions on how to get started?"

Roberto's eyes sparkled with a mix of enthusiasm and reassurance as he responded,

"Don't worry, I can take care of everything for you. I'll make sure to get all the necessary materials and handle the casting process myself. You won't have to worry about anything."

I listened intently as Roberto explained the process of recreational casting. Intrigued by his passion, I couldn't help but wonder about his motivations. Why an interest in such a strange fetish.

"It's fascinating to hear about recreational casting," I said, crossing my long legs and rubbing my injured ankle slowly, watching his reaction. Some would say teasing him.

"But I'm curious, Roberto, what do you get out of it?"

Roberto's expression shifted slightly, his eyes revealing a mix of excitement and pure lust.

"Well, Charlize, it's true that I use unconventional processes to please some of my sexual desires and I love to challenge societal norms. Recreational casting, for me, goes beyond just creating beautiful and useful casts. When applying a leg cast on a sexy woman like yourself, there is a power dynamic between the caster and the one being cast."

Oh my, I was so curious now, I removed my high heel shoe from my injured foot. I was rubbing my ankle, foot and toes. He could't stop staring at my leg and ankle.

"Could you elaborate on that?"

Roberto took a deep breath, staring at my small foot, toes and my long fingers.

"You see, there is a certain sexy vulnerability that comes with wearing a non weight bearing leg cast and using crutches for a few weeks. It opens up a space for trust and intimacy. By applying the cast and providing the support you need for your slightly injured ankle, I find a sense of connection and let's be honest sexual attraction. It's a delicate balance between the casting artist and the married and injured model." He said staring at my wedding right.

I absorbed his words, squeezing my legs together when he leaned over and grabbed my high heel shoe, caressing the smooth leather and the stiletto heel.

He then grabbed my food in his hands, rubbing my sprained ankle, sliding his hands from my ankle to my calf muscles. I just stared into his eyes while spreading my legs open. I looked around when his fingers reached my vagina rubbing against my panties. I moaned quietly.

"Not here, not in public" I said

But I was so turned on by him, by his honesty, by the idea of being casted, by the physical limitation with emotional, psychological and sexual attraction.

"I, I understand," I finally responded, my voice filled with sexual need to be so much more than only touched between the legs.

Roberto smiled. "Thank you for being open, Charlize." his fingers slid beside my panties and entered inside my vagina, the air seemed to disappear in the room, I couldnt breath staring at his lips and mouth.

"Oh my god..." I moaned

I was intrigued by the audacity of his moves, of his desires while feeling his fingers inside me, curling against my clitoris. I closed my eyes.

"Imagine Charlize, your sexy long and strong leg in a vivid red cast and navigating your world with crutches. No pain at all, but rather pure pleasure and some vulnerability. Remembering this very moment when you came for the first time in public"

I couldn't stop it anymore, my body shook from the orgasm that rocked my world while I pushed his fingers between my legs even harder and deeper inside.

After our enlightening conversation, we reached a mutual understanding that Roberto wouldn't apply the recreational cast on my leg that day. We both recognized the importance of taking time to consider such a decision, especially since wearing the cast would mean committing to it for several weeks. I would need to make up a story.

As the realization settled in, I couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull towards Roberto. Our encounter had opened a door to a world of possibilities, one where vulnerability, trust, and unconventional expressions of lust. The idea of making a story for wearing a recreational cast was so much more than just a physical experience, a journey towards understanding my own desires and my boundaries.

Leaving the bustling café, I found myself in a daze, limping on the sidewalk with my injured ankle throbbing more and more. The encounter with Roberto had left me in a state of disarray, my panties still damp from what we shared. I was torn between the comfort of my marriage and this newfound sexual connection. The ache in my ankle mirrored the connection.

The sensations between my legs served as a constant reminder of the passion I felt. It exhilarated and terrified me at the same time. I knew that choosing to pursue this path with Roberto would come at a price but the attraction was undeniable, stirring a desire that had long been suppressed.

Taking time to sleep on it would assist me in reaching the right decision. At the very least a clearer perspective I hoped.

I was half right about that.

The next morning I dressed in joggers, shorts, and a t-shirt, I told my husband I was going to a softball game with friends. But instead, I found myself standing outside Roberto's discreet art studio, anticipation surging through my veins. With every step I took, the weight of secrecy and desire grew heavier in the air.

As I entered the studio, my eyes were immediately drawn to his paintings adorning the walls. Each piece skilfully showcased the intricate interplay between strength and vulnerability, a testament to Roberto Robinson's artistic approach.

I was so excited as I approached the casting table, fully aware that accepting to be casted would mean so much more than the physical cast. Roberto's fingers were holding crutches, my crutches, as if caressing the smooth surface. I took a deep breath, gathering the courage to speak.

"Roberto, I've been thinking about this," I confessed, my voice quivering with anticipation, ready to step back and go home.

He looked at me, his eyes filled with desire.

"First tell me, Charlize. What is it that you seek?" he inquired, his voice laced with a hint of excitement.

My heart raced out of control.

"I wanted to explore my boundaries," I replied, past tense despite what my body was telling me.

A knowing smile played on Roberto's lips as he gently took hold of my hand.

"Charlize, you've come to the right place," he said and he kissed me.

Part 4 to come
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