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My affair part 6
My affair part 6 audio intro
In the days that followed, I grew more at ease with my crutches and cast and I was finding a delicate balance between my secret life with Roberto and my family life. I loved both roles of a loving mother and devoted wife, as well as the fun, sensual, and injured woman who needed something forbidden.
One day on my crutches wearing a lovely summer dress that hugged my firm ass and ended where my cast started, I couldn't help but feel sexy. Every time somebody stared or commented about my red cast on my leg it became a symbol of my hidden desires, a visible reminder of the thrilling secret I held.
As I made my way towards Roberto, I could see the desire in his eyes.
"You look absolutely stunning," he whispered as he kissed me.
"Thank you"
"That summer dress and your crutches... it's incredibly sexy." he said, pulling me closer to him and kissing me.
As we arrived at Roberto's studio, excitement coursed through me. The loft, where his bedroom was situated, seemed so far away, reachable only by a flight of twelve stairs.
"You want me to carry you to my bedroom?"
"No I'm good" I knew that physically I was strong enough for the 12 steps, each step would present an opportunity to show off.
With every deliberate movement of my ass, strong leg and my crutches against the metal stairs, the ascension to his bedroom became more sensual. Roberto's eyes followed me, his gaze filled with adoration and sexual attraction. The intensity of his stare, fixated on my strong leg and the curve of my backside, ignited a fire between my legs.
"You're such a tease Charlize," Roberto whispered with desire. I took another step.
"You know that you look even more beautiful being in a leg cast, I can't resist you and I don't think I can be without you."
His words, laced with tenderness also shocked me and surpassed what I saw for our affair longtime. Step by step my sexual appetite for Roberto increased and so did my concern. My heart was pounding with each movement.
Finally at the top of the stairs I turned to face Roberto, a radiant smile on my lips. The forbidden affair was now tenderness and romance. Roberto's eyes, filled with devotion, locked onto mine. His words, soft and filled with love, caressed my ears.
"I want to make love to you" He picked me up and carried me to his bed.
I felt desired, wanted, and alive in a different way that I had never experienced before. He took my broken ankle in his hands, his lips kissing and licking my exposed toes. He traced the contours of my red cast, his touch gentle. With each caress, he explored every inch of my long leg, his fingers dancing along my skin, leaving a trail of forbidden passion in their wake.
He cupped my breasts with no urgency just enjoying their size and shape, his touch igniting a storm of desire within me. It was an electric moment, filled with both pleasure and a sense of danger. I knew that what we were doing was wrong on so many levels, yet the excitement of this forbidden affair was undeniable.
He pushed up my summer dress, rubbing my tight ass until I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him close for a kiss. He moved back and pulled my dress over my head. I was wearing a red thong matching my cast and no bra. He stared at my large breasts and licked his lips like a kid in a candy store while he looked me up and down.
"You are so beautiful. Wow, I want to make you mine!" he said it, and I heard it...make me his...
I touched his erected penis inside his jeans with my red cast, rubbing it ever slowly with the hard cast and my exposed toes, while my hands went between my legs, my fingers wet in a second moved up and I rubbed my breasts and nipples smiling at him.
"Jesus," He said, removing his jeans and t-shirt. He was so big, long and beautiful.
He then bent down, put my cast over his shoulder and leaned between my legs and slowly licked me, his tongue going in and out. I couldn't resist a quiet moan. I enjoyed this since I wasn't sure if we would ever do it again.
It was like if he read my mind without any tenderness he pushed his long penis inside me, I moaned again. Because of his size I felt so tight and I was so wet that I almost came right away. I wanted to control it but images of John and my family crossed my mind.
He started to pump in and out of me faster and rougher. He was no longer making love to his injured lover but just fucking me and yet I was moaning so loud, totally out of control. He grabbed me by the hair, pounding into me, in and out as fast as he could.
In what felt like seconds I came, moaning even louder.
No doubt not the best lovemaking of my life but the best sex. I could feel threads of my secret affair ripping apart. The consequences of his words "I want to make you mine" loomed, ready to disrupt the fragile balance I had fought so hard to preserve.
"Are you OK Charlize?" I heard Roberto asked me but I was in a daze.
"I need to go home" I said, getting dressed, grabbing my crutches and walking towards the stairs to go down.
As I carefully descended the stairs on my crutches, the weight of my casted ankle added a slight challenge to my balance. At some point my red cast caught the light and shined. The intimate sexual moments we had shared had stirred a storm of emotions, leaving me craving for more and ending the affairs at the same time.
I knew it was time to bid Roberto farewell.
I stepped out of the studio and found the familiar sight of the female Uber driver waiting for me. Her warm smile greeted me as I approached, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in her presence. With a graceful motion, she opened the door for me, ensuring I could ease myself into the backseat of her car.
"Welcome back, Charlize. How was your visit? And how's the broken ankle?" she asked.
I smiled at her, "The broken ankle is better and...It was... The sex was very intense and the orgasm even better"
"But I have to return to my reality now, back home, back on two legs soon."
She smiled back and said. "Once I was torn between 2 different worlds, my worlds were the perfect little college student and the wheelchair/ cripple pretender."
Her words sent shivers down my spine.
Part 7 to come
K
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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