With the assistance of John and a strong male nurse, I was delicately lifted from the hospital bed and gently placed into my wheelchair. The weight of my broken legs in full white leg casts rested heavily on the leg rests. As we navigated the corridors towards the hospital exit, I could feel the tight grip of the casts restricting my movements, reminding me of the fragility of my situation.
With careful coordination and support from John, we approached the car with cautious determination. My wheelchair stood beside the backseat, I positioned myself as close as possible to the edge of the wheelchair, ensuring my legs were safely elevated.
John stood behind me, his hands gently placed on my shoulders, providing stability and reassurance. Slowly, we began the intricate process of transferring from the wheelchair to the backseat. I shifted my weight onto my hands, using my upper body strength to lift myself off the wheelchair seat.
Supported by John's strong arms, I pivoted my broken body, carefully lowering myself into the backseat. The casts, extending from my thighs to my toes, required careful navigation to ensure they didn't get caught or hinder the transfer. I could feel John stare at my long casts, they followed the contour of both of my long legs to perfection.
John's eyes met mine in the rear view mirror, filled with concern.
"You look beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with affection. "We'll get through this together, Charlize. I'm here with you and for you."
As we arrived home, John assisted me once again, carefully guiding me out of the car. With each step, the weight of the casts reminded me of my new reality, happy to be in the familiarity and warmth of our home.
Each day, I relied on my wheelchair, unable to put any weight on the casts. But with John by my side, I found the courage to gradually transition from the confines of the wheelchair to the support of crutches and standing on my long walking casts.
It started with small steps, quite literally. I wheeled myself in our exercise room and closed the door behind me but John noticed right away.
"Let me help you at least the first time." he said smiling, he knew how proud I was. The independent woman in me wanted to do it by myself.
He gently handed me my crutches, and I took them in my hands, feeling their familiar weight. I gathered the strength to lift myself up, relying on my crutches and John for balance. He stood behind me, his hands around me. It was the first time he was touching me since my affair.
Dressed for the day ahead, I wore a pair of comfortable shorts that were easy to slide up my casts and an old Rolling Stones t-shirt with no bra. Despite the challenges I faced, I wanted to be defiant against the constraints from my broken legs and also from my affair that they both imposed on me and John.
With my crutches securely under my arms, steadying myself on my walking cast, John behind me, I took a first step and lost my damn balance, falling backward into his arms.
"Shit"
"Take your time." he said and he kissed my neck from behind me and then helped me regain my balance. I realized that my ass was leaning against the front of his pants, I could feel the reaction right away.
"Thank you for catching me." I said with a smile letting my ass rub against his penis getting harder.
"John, do you like your crippled little wife? Does my situation turn you on? Or is it my long leg cast?"
He didn't answer, action spoke louder than word, he unzipped my shorts and dropped them down along my broken legs. I stood on my crutches in silk panties. He pulled me against him then one of his hands cupped my large breast, caressing it. His other hand descended to my panties and disappeared into them.
"Oh god John" I moaned, squeezing my crutches while he was teasing my vagina. He was rubbing me vigorously.
"Yes I do find you so attractive, partly crippled Charlize. You were punished for your affair, you were broken to teach you a lesson"
I turned my head to see if he was joking. I looked directly into his eyes as he slowly inserted a finger inside me, against my clitoris, in and out.
"Oh John" I moaned so turned on, "I was in so much pain breaking both of my legs." I said while my orgasm was building inside me.
John smiled and kissed me, our tongues hungry and having both legs in long leg cast and needing my crutches for dear life felt like bongage, I was so aroused.
"When you were at the bottom of the stairs, twisted, I wondered how sexy you would have been crawling to me, sliding along your sexy long broken legs." He said walking away from me, leaving me standing, unable to sit, barely able to walk.
"John don't do that, hold on to me please I don't want to fall and break something else" He sat on the workbench about 10 feet from me, undid his pants and reached in pulling out his long penis.
"Come to me, you owe me that"
I was so wet, I prepared to move forward. With my weight distributed between my crutches and my walking casts, I began to slide my partly crippled legs forward. It was a delicate sensual dance while staring at John rubbing himself..
I felt some pain running up my broken leg so I shifted more of my weight onto the crutches. my grip on the handles were firm. With each push, I propelled my long casts forward, the rubber heels of my walking casts gliding across the hardwood floor with a slight scraping sound. I could hear the gentle creaking of the walking casts, the soft thud of the crutches tips on the floor.
John watched me with pure lust and love, his eyes locked on my broken legs while rubbing himself even harder. He was longer if that was even possible. He was staring up and down the length of my casts, as if captivated by their presence.
I could sense a change in the dynamic between us. It was as if my affair and broken legs had awakened a dormant desire within him. His eyes traced the curves of the casts, the contours of my sexy legs as I moved. I could feel his gaze on every step...
That was until he stood up, walked to me and...
Part 9 to come
K
Sunday, July 23, 2023
My affair part 8
Saturday, July 22, 2023
Friday, July 21, 2023
My affair part 7
About 2 weeks later, one afternoon, as I sat at the kitchen table, my cast on a spare chair and crutches against the wall I was lost in my thoughts, John entered the room and he was concerned. His eyes scan my face, searching for answers to the questions he hadn't yet voiced.
"Charlize, something has been off lately. I can sense it and I'm not talking about your poor ankle that you broke" he said.
"Is there something you're not telling me?"
My heart skipped a beat, and I struggled to find the words.
"John, there's something I need to tell you,"I began, my voice trembling.
"I've been seeing someone else. It's been going on for some time now but it's over" His eyes widened, a mixture of shock and disbelief.
"Charlize, how could you?"
Tears well up in my eyes as I try to find the right words, "I never meant for this to happen. It was a moment of weakness, a longing for something I thought was missing. I've found myself entangled and felt I could no longer escape."
Silence settles between us, the weight of the truth hanging heavy in the room. I reached for my crutches, for their familiar support. Slowly, I began the descent down the staircase, each step a calculated move. The words of the young woman with the broken arm echoed like a warning at this moment in time in my life.
"One word of advice Charlize be very careful what you wish for"
As if the world had conspired against me for cheating on my husband, my illusion of control shattered. In a cruel twist of fate, my left crutch lost its footing. Time seemed to slow down, every second feeling like 5. My loud screams were drowned out by the bone-chilling sound of my legs breaking, haunting sounds like nothing I had ever heard before.
As if caught in Karine nightmarish gymnastics dismount, my body spiralled down the narrow stairs, limbs bent and twisted in unnatural angles. The pain, sharp and unrelenting, tore through me with an intensity I had never known.
I was delivered a harsh lesson.
The descent felt interminable, and as I crashed to the ground, incredible pain surged through my shattered legs, I knew that life as I knew it had forever changed.
John's eyes widened with horror as he rushed to my side.
"Charlize! Don't move, I need to call for an ambulance right away!"
"Oh god John my legs" I couldn't move.
As the sound of sirens grew louder, the ambulance arrived with a sense of urgency. My leg cast was broken in 2 places with the foot portion bent inward, The paramedics swiftly assessed the situation, their trained eyes scanning my leg cast and "healthy" long leg.
One paramedic gently supported my head and neck and put on a neck brace, while assessing my level of pain. "1 to 10 Miss", 13 I said. Meanwhile, the other paramedic carefully examined my legs to determine the extent of the damage. Their touch was gentle, yet firm, as they worked to gather crucial information.
Once they had gathered the necessary information, the paramedics began the process of splinting my probable broken legs. They carefully immobilized each leg, using padded splints to provide support and stability.
Throughout the process, the paramedics offered reassurance they could tell I was scared.
With my legs properly splinted, they lifted me onto a stretcher with utmost care. It was a small comfort amidst the chaos and pain.
X-Rays and examinations at the hospital revealed the devastating truth that both my legs were broken, fractures spreading across my tibia, fibula, and femur. After the long surgery I realized the intensity of the damage when I woke up in a sterile hospital room and found myself confined to a traction bed, my legs immobilized as the doctors worked diligently to stabilize the fractures.
Let me tell you something, even in my wildest dreams I had never seen something like this. Each of my broken legs were attached to an intricate network of pins and screws, piercing through my flesh and securing me to the traction device that truly emphasized the severity of my condition. The cold sensation of the pins piercing through my skin sent shivers down my spine, a constant reminder of the intricate mechanics holding both my legs together.
The once sexy red cast that had symbolized my affair, desire and pleasure had transformed into a prison of excruciating pain.
But like anything I faced in life I was going to make the best of the situation. Days turned into weeks, and the traction eventually gave way to two very long full leg casts. Eight long weeks loomed ahead wheelchair bound.
Alone in the hospital room, as I lay there, staring at the long white casts, I couldn't help but question the choices I had made. Maybe in a way the pain from my broken legs mirrored the emotional pain I had inflicted on John. I knew the road ahead would be challenging for both of us but John's support was amazing.
"I never expected this, Charlize," John said, his voice filled with sadness..
"But I still love you, and you need me more than ever with 2 broken legs. I want to rebuild what we've lost."
I reached out and grabbed his hand.
"John, I'm so sorry for the pain I've caused. I want nothing more than to heal and rebuild your trust brick by brick."
We sat in silence, the weight of our words hanging heavy in the air. The journey ahead was uncertain, but we were committed. Some would say I have no choices with 2 broken legs.
Tomorrow was going to be the start of a new chapter in our marriage. Little did I know that John had a special attraction to see me in a wheelchair with both legs casted and was it the end of my relationship with Roberto?
Part 8 to come
K
Thursday, July 20, 2023
Wednesday, July 19, 2023
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