It all started when...conclusion

 It all started when...

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Brooke, sitting in her wheelchair with her lovely red cast on her lower left leg, helped Zoe pick out the perfect outfit for the party. Brooke was meticulously selecting a very sexy pencil skirt, pantyhose, heels, and a blouse. Her attention to detail was impeccable, ensuring Zoe would look and feel her best.

"How about this skirt?" Brooke suggested, holding up a short leather skirt. "It'll go perfectly with these pantyhose and a sexy high heel pump on your good foot."

Zoe smiled, appreciating Brooke's effort. "It's perfect. Thank you," she said, leaning down from her crutches and kissing Brooke on the lips.

When the day arrived, Zoe joined Brooke in the living room, wearing the black leather skirt, a white blouse, a 4-inch heel on one foot, and her crutches. Her full leg cast was prominently displayed, and she moved gracefully despite the challenge of the heavy cast and crutches. Standing beside Brooke in her wheelchair, Zoe greeted our guests with a warm smile, her happiness and love for my wife shining through. I walked into the room, my eyes immediately drawn to my two beautiful women, and joined them.

"You both look stunning," I whispered in their ears, my lips brushing against their soft skin.

Zoe looked up at me, her eyes full of desire. "I can't wait to get you alone with Brooke," she said, her voice low and sultry.

Brooke smiled, her hand reaching up to caress Zoe's tight ass in her leather skirt. "We'll have to make sure Zoe's broken ankle is comfortable," she teased.

"And your broken foot, Brooke,"

How could I resist these two sexy women?

As the night progressed, Brooke, Zoe, and I mingled with our friends, sharing laughter and stories. Brooke, adept at navigating her wheelchair, moved gracefully through the crowd, her red cast drawing admiring glances and sympathetic smiles. Zoe, balancing on her crutches with her full leg cast, looked so graceful and beautiful. She charmed everyone with her warmth and wit, despite the obvious challenges.

Our living room buzzed with lively conversations. Zoe stood beside Brooke, engaging in a deep conversation with our friend, Sarah. "You look amazing Zoe," Sarah said, glancing at the long white cast.

"I've never been in a cast, I bet It must be tough being unable to bend your knee, but you handle it so well."

Zoe smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Thank you, Sarah. It's been a journey, but having Nathan and Brooke by my side makes all the difference."

Meanwhile, Brooke was chatting with Mark and Jenny, her wheelchair positioned beside them. "I'm so glad you could make it," Brooke said, her eyes reflecting genuine happiness.

"There is a rumour that Zoe was a client of yours? I'm sure that's not true."

Mark nodded, his expression serious. "You know me better than that Mark, I would never do that."

As I moved through the room and chatted with friends, I kept an eye on my two incredible women. They were handling the night with such poise, turning what could have been an awkward situation into a celebration of love and a new ty[e of open relationship. I joined a group gathered around Zoe and Brooke, eager to be part of the conversation.

"Nathan, you and Brooke have created something really special here," Jenny said, her voice filled with admiration.

"Thank you, Jenny, It hasn't always been easy, but seeing Zoe happy and thriving makes it all worthwhile."

At one point, Zoe found herself surrounded by a group of her sexy younger friends. Among them was Emily, sporting a bright pink short arm cast. As Zoe shared her experiences of adjusting to life with a long leg cast and crutches, the friendship and so much more was obvious between the 2 women.

"Zoe, that white cast and black leather skirt combination is very sexy," Emily said, giving her a gentle hug with her pink casted arm.

Zoe blushed, leaning on her crutches for support. "Thank you, Emily. You look amazing, though I'm sorry you broke your arm. Hope it wasn't too painful."

Emily laughed softly, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Actually, my arm isn't broken. Nathan helped me get it casted. It's a recreational arm cast."

Zoe's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? My Nathan? That's interesting. I never would have guessed!"

Emily nodded, smiling. "Yeah, I wanted to experience it for a while. Nathan was kind enough to help me out. It's been an eye-opening experience, to say the least."

"Well, it suits you."

As the night drew to a close, Brooke and I exchanged a knowing glance. Our friends had embraced Zoe wholeheartedly, and the evening had been a resounding success. When the last guest had left, Brooke, Zoe, and I sat together, reflecting on the night. I felt a growing desire for my two beautiful women. After the guests were all gone, I knew it was time. With a mischievous grin, I suggested we retire to OUR bedroom.

Brooke and Zoe exchanged a glance, and I could see the pure sexual excitement in their eyes as we made our way to the bedroom. I started by undressing Zoe, taking my time to unbutton her blouse, caress her firm breasts and slide off her leather skirt sling that long white cast. She stood before me in just her bra and panties, standing on her crutches and looking so desirable and sexy.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear and smiling.

I turned my attention to Brooke, helping her out of her wheelchair and onto the bed. She lay there, her crippled long legs spread open and vulnerable, waiting for me to touch and please her. I started by kissing her exposed toes at the end of her red cast, my tongue liking them as our bodies pressed together. She moaned softly, her hands reaching up to touch my hair.

As we kissed, I let my hands wander, caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples. She arched her back in pleasure, part of her crippled body moving beneath me. I could feel Zoe's gaze on us, and I knew she wanted to be a part of the action. I broke away from Brooke's lips and turned to face her.

"We want you," I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear.

Zoe smiled, dropped her crutches and hopped to the bed, her eyes full of desire. "Take me," she said, her voice full of excitement.

I helped her onto the bed, positioning her so that her long cast was supported. She lay there, her body open and vulnerable, waiting for me to touch her. I started by kissing her lips, my tongue exploring her mouth as our bodies pressed together. She moaned softly, her hands reaching down between my legs.

As we kissed, I let my hands wander, caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples. She arched her back in pleasure, her body moving beneath me. I could feel the sexual tension building, the sexual energy between us growing stronger with every passing moment.

Brooke reached down, her fingers finding their way to Zoe's wet vagina. She moaned softly, her body writhing beneath me while Brooke slid her fingers in and out. She teased her clitoris, rubbing it gently as she moaned in pleasure. I could feel her getting closer, her body tensing up as she approached orgasm. We were now in control of our younger broken lover.

As she came, I turned my attention to Brooke, my own fingers finding their way to her wet pussy. She moaned softly, her body moving beneath me.

I teased her clitoris, rubbing it gently as she moaned in pleasure. I could feel her getting closer, her body tensing up as she approached orgasm. I entered her, my penis sliding deep inside her wet pussy. She moaned softly, her body moving beneath me. My hips moving back and forth as I drove myself deeper inside her. She moaned louder, her voice filling the room. I knew it was time to finish. I let go, my orgasm exploding from me in a rush of pleasure. I moaned loudly, my body shaking as I came inside her.

We knew this was just the beginning, with many more adventures to come. But for now, we were content. We had found a new way to connect, a new way to express our love for each other. We knew it was something special, something that could last a lifetime... maybe.

Zoe was caressing Brooke's red leg cast when she turned towards me and asked,

"Nathan, who is Emily to you?"

The end
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