It all started when... chapter 5

 It All Started When...

Chapter 5

Saturday evening arrives, and I find myself pacing the living room, a mix of excitement and nervousness churning inside me. Tonight, Zoe is coming over for dinner, and I can't help but wonder how the evening will unfold. As I prepare the final touches, I share my excitement with Brooke, who is equally curious about meeting the intriguing young woman I've been talking about, she could be the one.

Brooke is always elegant and poise, wheels into the kitchen, her modern stylish wheelchair moving smoothly over the hardwood floors. She's dressed in a chic black dress that hugs her curves perfectly, paired with her favourite Christian Louboutin Renee Glitter Sandals, which she adores even though she can't walk or even stand in them anymore. Her hair is styled in soft waves, and her makeup is flawless, highlighting her natural beauty.

"Everything looks wonderful, Nathan," she says, her voice warm and reassuring. "I can tell you've put a lot of effort into this."

"Thanks, I just want everything to go well. I'm really looking forward to you meeting Zoe. She's... special."

Brooke raises an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Special, huh? You've mentioned her quite a bit lately. I'm curious to see what all the fuss is about."

"You'll see. She's intelligent, passionate about her work, and just a really engaging person. I think you two will get along great."

Brooke nods, her eyes twinkling with interest and something else. "I'm sure we will. It's always nice to meet someone who can captivate you the way she seems to."

I finish setting the table and take a moment to admire our home. It's warm and inviting, a reflection of the life Brooke and I have built together. The walls are adorned with photos from our travels and mementos from the years we've shared. Brooke wheels over to me, her hand gently touching my arm.

"Relax, Nathan. It's going to be a lovely evening. Just be yourself." I take a deep breath, grateful for her calming influence. "You're right, as always. Thanks, Brooke."

Just as I finish lighting the last candle, the doorbell rings. My heart skips a beat, and I glance at Brooke, who gives me an encouraging nod. "Go on, let's welcome our guest."

As I open the door, Zoe stands there, balancing gracefully on her crutches. She's wearing a very short black cocktail dress that compliments her blonde hair and makes her blue eyes sparkle. Her injured ankle in its pink short leg cast, non-weight-bearing and is in full display. Same thing for her other shapely long leg, and I can't help but admire how beautiful she is standing on her 4 inch stiletto pump. Very daring.

"Hi, Zoe, come on in. It's great to see you."

"Hi, Nathan, thank you for inviting me."

Zoe is so graceful on her crutches and that's from her experiences on them, her long legs moving rhythmically, her pink cast catching the light. Each step is deliberate and she knows how much I love her legs and cast, her movements are pure sexual attraction to me and also Brooke. My wife watches her, mesmerized by Zoe's poise and the striking contrast of her pink cast following the contour of her leg and foot and my wife's long crippled legs. Both women, uniquely lovely in their own ways, move with an air of confidence that fills the room.

"Zoe, this is my wife, Brooke," I introduce, feeling a swell of pride as I see Brooke's welcoming smile.

"It's so nice to meet you, Zoe," Brooke says, extending her hand. "Nathan's told me so much about you. How's the broken ankle?"

"It's wonderful to meet you too, Brooke, hopefully this time it's not broken and I think it might be finally healing. Thank you for having me over."

Brooke's wheelchair glides smoothly as she gestures for Zoe to join us at the dining table. Zoe, balancing gracefully on her crutches, smiles warmly at Brooke, her eyes admiring my wife's elegantly dressed legs and the high heels she wears despite sitting in her wheelchair.

"Please, make yourself comfortable. Dinner is almost ready," Brooke says with a welcoming smile.

Zoe navigates her way to the table, her movements confident despite the danger from her high heel pump while on her crutches. She eases herself into a chair, positioning her crutches neatly beside her. Both women share a moment of mutual admiration that fills the room with warmth and ease. Brooke watches, her eyes drawn to Zoe's long legs and the bright pink cast.

"So, Zoe, Nathan mentioned you're a PhD student. What are you studying?" Brooke asks, her interest genuine.

"I'm focusing on environmental science," Zoe explains, her passion evident in her voice.

As they continue to chat, I watch with a sense of satisfaction. Brooke's natural warmth and intelligence blend seamlessly with Zoe's enthusiasm and passion. The connection between them is instant, and I can see Zoe is just as captivated by Brooke as she is by me.

By the time dessert is served, the three of us are laughing and sharing stories like old friends. The warmth and camaraderie in the room make me feel optimistic about the future and the special bond that is forming between us.

Brooke reaches out and gently touches Zoe's hand. I watch the interaction, feeling a deep sense of love for both women. Zoe's intelligence and charm, combined with Brooke's wisdom and strength, create a dynamic that is captivating.

As Zoe says her goodbyes and prepares to leave, I hand her the crutches and help her stand. She smiles at both of us, her blue eyes filled with warmth and gratitude. She moves closer to Brooke and gently kisses her on the cheek, then on her red lips. Brooke returns the kiss, their connection palpable and obvious now.

Zoe then heads out the door on her crutches, giving us one last look at her long legs and the lovely pink cast.

Brooke wheels herself into the bedroom, her eyes gleaming with desire. In that stunning black dress that hugs her body in all the right places, sitting in her wheelchair she is so attractive.

"Help me undress, will you?" she asks, her voice soft.

I nod, feeling a surge of excitement as I approach her. As I help her undress, she tells me about our encounter with Zoe. "She could really be the one Nathan and she's so sexy on those crutches, in that pink cast," she says, her eyes glazing over with lust. "I can't stop thinking about her... in a full leg cast next time."

I feel a twinge of excitement of the three of us together, but I push it aside. I know that Brooke and I have something special. I lean in and kiss her, my tongue exploring her mouth as I taste the remnants of Zoe's lipstick. That kiss between them was special.

"I love you Brooke," I whisper, my hands roaming over her bare skin. I helped her transfer to our bed, our bodies entwined as we explored each other's bodies. My fingers tracing the curve of her lovely breasts.

"Would you like to see me in a leg cast again?," she replies, her voice dripping with sexual desire "like your younger sexy lover?"

I move down her body, my mind going back to Brooke's broken ankle, my lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I kiss her neck, her collarbone, her nipples, teasing her as I go. She moans beneath me, her hands gripping the sheets as she surrenders to the pleasure.

"Yes I would, long, full leg cast...pink..."

I move lower, my tongue tracing the outline of her panties. I can feel the heat radiating from her vagina, the scent of her arousal driving me wild. I hook my fingers into her panties and pull them down, revealing her smooth, shaven mound.

It All Started When...
Chapter 6 to come
K