Tuesday, July 18, 2023
Monday, July 17, 2023
My affair part 5
I was so nervous having to navigate the next 6 weeks on my crutches in this lovely cast. The simple act of getting into the awaiting Uber car was a new experience. With my crutches under my arms, I approached the vehicle and struggled to find the balance needed to make the transition. I didn't want to stand on the cast since I was in my persona of the injured woman with a recent broken ankle.
The Uber driver, with empathy in her eyes, stepped out of the car and offered her support. She took my crutches and helped me lean against her, providing stability. After I settled into the backseat of the car, the friendly female driver turned her gaze towards me through the rear view mirror, her curiosity evident in her eyes.
"Hi there, may I ask how you injured your leg?" she inquired gently, her voice filled with genuine concern.
I took a deep breath, contemplating how much to reveal to a stranger. But her kind demeanour encouraged me to share a version of my story.
I smiled, "I actually broke my ankle yesterday while wearing 4 inch stilettos. Somebody bumped into me and I rolled my ankle. It was quite the unexpected turn of events and as you can see it's my first cast and first time on crutches."
As the Uber car came to a stop in front of my house, I knew my husband would be in his office. But first I needed to get out of the car, again the beautiful female driver, noticed my hesitation, turned towards me with a warm smile.
"Take your time, Charlize. I'll be right here to help you," she said, her voice filled with genuine kindness.
I nodded and gingerly swung my good leg followed by my leg cast out of the car and attempted to push myself up from the seat. The pain in my sprained ankle was almost non existent but I still wince as part of my persona.
"Careful now not to put any weight on your freshly broken ankle," she cautioned, reaching out a supportive hand to steady me. Together, we slowly made our way out of the car.
"Thank you so much for your help," I expressed sincerely.
I watched as she drove away, leaving me to face the toughest challenge. As I hobbled towards my front door, my crutches supporting my weight and my red cast protecting my ankle, apprehension coursed through me. I had returned home and I was about to lie to my family, explaining about my non-existent broken ankle and a web of deceit that could consume me. On the other side I was about to think of the pleasure I felt unable to move my foot and ankle when the front door opened.
"Oh my god Charlize!"
John's concerned eyes met mine as he opened the door, his gaze shifting from my eyes to my cast. Without another word, he rushed to my side, offering his support keeping the door wide open. With my knee bent keeping my weight off my cast, I slowly made my way towards the living room on my crutches.
"What happened to your leg?" John asked, concerned as he helped me settle onto the couch. I took a deep breath, summoning the strength to play my persona.
"It happened during the softball game, I made a wrong move, lost my balance, and landed awkwardly. The doctors said it's a fractured ankle, and I'll be in this cast and on crutches for about six weeks."
John's brows furrowed, "Why didn't you call me? I would have rushed to the hospital with you."
I felt guilty, "I didn't want to worry you. It happened so suddenly, and I thought it was just a sprain at first, but the x-rays revealed the fracture." My persona was beginning to strain, threatening to unravel at any moment. I needed a distraction,
"John, I hate to ask, but with my broken ankle, I can't take a proper shower. Do you think you could help me with a sponge bath?"
His eyes widened with love, "Of course, Charlize. I'm here for you. Let's go to the bathroom."
He helped me stand and gave me my crutches and we made our way to the bathroom. He prepared warm water and gathered all the necessary supplies. I was so nervous. John nodded my nervousness and approached me gently. With a tenderness that only a caring husband could possess, he helped me remove my t-shirt, with a delicate touch his hand caressed my breasts, his thumbs mindful of my fully erected nipples that needed attention.
Despite the complexities of my situation and of my persona, my love for John remained intact. Next came the shorts that clung to my long leg, the fabric navigating its way cautiously along the cast. John's touch was careful and gentle. I was so turned on that I'm sure he could tell.
I glanced at him "Thank you, John. I appreciate your help"
He smiled softly, leaned over and kissed me, his eyes filled with love. "Charlize, you don't have to thank me"
He started with my hair. It felt like everything was sensual. Soapy water was running down his strong arms. He rinsed and washed my face, my neck slowly. I could tell he was aroused by washing my naked body. I slid my hand along the front of his pants, his erection was complete, long and hard. I rubbed it ever so slowly, torturing him until he closed his eyes. I stopped.
He washed up my arms to my shoulders and then rinsed. But it was when he turned his attention to my legs that I couldn't help but wonder how he felt. John had always been a leg man, admiring the length and grace of my limbs. Now, with one leg in a cast, I wondered if his appreciation would be altered.
As the warm water cascaded over my body, I watched intently as John's hands descended upon my healthy leg. His fingers moved with purpose, gliding over my toes, rubbing the muscles of my calf, and moving higher along my thigh. The sensations sent shivers of delight through my body, he explored every contour of my god leg.
Then, he shifted his focus to my injured leg. Starting at my exposed toes at the end of my cast, he tenderly washed them. His touch lingered and I loved it. Moving upward, he methodically cleaned my knee, his hands tracing the edges of the cast with a gentleness that took away all my concerns..
As his hands ascended further, I couldn't help but feel a rush of desire. This beautiful leg cast was now a part of me, part of us. I was staring at him, my beautiful husband, he smiled and rubbed between my legs, I moaned totally out of control. I spread my leg even more, inviting him for more. 2 fingers slid inside me, in and out rubbing against my clitoris. I was moaning so loud, my orgasm building up so fast.
To my surprise...
John's strong arms encircled me, lifting me out of the bathtub, careful not to bang my broken ankle and he placed me on the vanity counter. Our eyes locked and I freed his penis from his pants. In an instant, our lips met and he pushed deep inside me. We were both so ready. He made love to me, sliding in and out of his broken wife until we both exploded.
As John helped me get dressed, his gentle hands navigating the fabric around my cast, I felt a renewed sense of hope. The weight of my secrets, the allure of the forbidden love affair, were no match for the love that bound us together.
But...
I had to wonder while John slid a long sock over my cast to keep my exposed toes warm if the intoxicating connection I have with Roberto would cloud my judgement again.
Part 6 to come
Sunday, July 16, 2023
Saturday, July 15, 2023
My affair part 4
"Charlize, you've come to the right place," he leaned in and planted a soft, unexpected kiss on my lips. I didn't see it coming, but the electricity that surged through me intensifying the desires that had brought us together.
I offered my leg, my heart pounding with anticipation. Roberto's hands moved with precision and care as he carefully began the casting process, each touch strengthening the connection between us
He began by gently wrapping a soft layer of padding around my leg, creating a comforting shield against the firmness that would follow. With a steady hand Roberto proceeded to apply the vibrant red fibreglass casting tape, layer after layer, carefully placing my leg in a cast.
As the cast slowly took shape, a whirlwind of emotions stirred within me. I couldn't help but be captivated by Roberto's skilful hands, sculpting the cast with meticulous care to ensure a perfect fit, allowing it to trace the contours of my lower leg flawlessly. Our eyes met, and in that moment, I saw him as an artist, effortlessly moulding and shaping the material, accompanied by the soothing melodies of Alexandra Stréliski's latest album, Néo-Romance, playing softly in the background.
How did he know she was my favourite piano player?
Once the casting was complete, he helped me to my right foot. I was feeling the weight of the cast against my lower leg. Roberto placed a pair of crutches beside me, their presence a reminder that there was no going back. I grabbed the crutches and positioned them under my arms.
With Roberto by my side, I took my first tentative steps on my crutches, the casted leg bent behind me and suspended in mid-air. I navigated the space around me, aware of the curious glances and unspoken questions that my new condition would arise. The world, family and public became a stage to act on, and I'm the new persona in this forbidden play.
"I think I deserve a coffee with a beautiful lady casted and on crutches" he said
I smiled and made my way to Roberto slowly on my crutches. I leaned forward and kissed him, he smiled and kissed me back.
"Let's go to the café" I said.
But he put his arms around me and pulled me closer to him and went deeper into our kiss. My cast was against his leg and it became passionate as I slipped my tongue between his lips. I leaned against him and felt his penis get so hard against my thigh and I smiled, knowing where he would like this to lead.
"Not now, not today" I moaned into his mouth trying to regain control.
Together, Roberto and I ventured out towards the café with the lovely noise of my crutches against the pavement bringing all the attention towards us. I was so turned on by the casting process and the clandestine affair, that I was surprised when a sense of guilt began to gnaw at the edges of my conscience. The weight of betraying John and the vows we had made threatened to suffocate me. I was torn between my pleasure of being on crutches and wearing a cast, my attraction towards Roberto and the love I still held for my husband.
As I entered the busy café, the reality of my journey hit me in the face negotiating on my crutches and cast to a table. Quickly with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the gentle hum of conversation I felt at ease.
We found an empty table in the corner, where I carefully settled myself into a chair, Roberto lifting my "broken leg" on a spare chair to keep my freshly fractured ankle elevated and positioning my crutches within reach. It just felt so real that I started fantasizing about Roberto making love to me.
A curious glance from the young woman with the broken arm I saw yesterday, she looked at my cast. Roberto smiled at me sensing my unease, he leaned in and spoke softly,
"You're doing great, Charlize. Remember, this is just another part of your persona. Enjoy it"
I allowed myself to relax, knowing that I was in the presence of someone who saw me yesterday, healthy and on 2 legs, when she came to us. She hesitated for a moment, her gaze fixed on my leg cast.
"May I...?" she began, her voice trailing off as she removed her broken arm from her sling and gestured towards my cast with her own broken arm.
I nodded, granting her permission. The touch of her exposed fingers at the end of her arm cast on my cast sent a surge of erotic pleasure coursed through my body. She traced the contours of the cast gently with her fingers while her cast rubbed against mine creating an OSMR sound making me want to slide that long arm cast between my legs so bad but her curiosity saved me as she asked,
"How did you break your ankle Charlize?"
I took a deep breath, how did she know my name?
"Yesterday, I had a misstep while wearing 4 inch heels and felt a sharp pain in my ankle. Initially, I thought it was just a sprain, but this morning a trip to the hospital and the X-rays revealed that it was actually broken."
She listened intently, her eyes showing sympathy while licking her lips.
"That must have been quite a shock," she remarked softly.
I nodded, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
"It definitely caught me off guard, but the Xrays don't lie. At the very least It's a clean break. After 6 weeks on crutches I will be walking again. It's challenging since it's my first break ever, but it's life."
Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she leaned in closer to whisper in my ear. She intentionally let her arm cast rub against my breasts lightly, then her thumb pressed against my nipples. My nipples were fully erect.
"You are a very bad liar but so beautiful in your cast. One word of advise Charlize be very careful what you wish for" she moaned
For the next 30 minutes we chatted about living with an injured limb. From the physical challenges but also the psychological and emotional aspects of living with an injury. She was a psychology major at the local university.
Throughout our conversation, Roberto offered support and insight when needed. Later when leaving Roberto I had a better understanding of my desires, a better understanding of my affair since, let's call a cat a cat even if he applied a recreational cast on my leg, it was still an affair.
The complexities of this newfound persona would need to face the task of explaining to John why my leg is in this red cast and why I would be relying on crutches for the next six weeks. The prospect of that conversation, my sexual attraction towards Roberto and understanding of who I was becoming lay ahead of me.
One phrase echoed in my mind "Charlize be very careful what you wish for".
Part 5 to come
Friday, July 14, 2023
My affair part 4 small intro.
Small audio intro to part 4. The full part 4 will be available Saturday morning.
K
Thursday, July 13, 2023
My affair part 3
"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
K