Wednesday, July 26, 2023
Tuesday, July 25, 2023
My affair part 9
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, sliding the cast and leaning on my crutches. I could feel his gaze on every step...
That was until he stood up, walked to me and kissed me, staring at me with an attractive view in his eyes. Was it my vulnerability or the sense of power that came with him helping me with my type of injuries? Whatever the reason, it was clear that my long walking casts had ignited a new level of passion within him.
I was slowly forgetting about Roberto and I grew more confident in my ability to navigate on my long leg walking casts and crutches. John kissed me again and walked behind me, I could feel his presence and his soft footsteps. I squeezed my crutches and turned my head slightly, glancing over my shoulder to meet his gaze.
His eyes were filled with warmth and love but there was also a hint of mischief dancing in his expression, as if he held a secret waiting to be revealed. He wrapped his arms around me, caressed my breasts and kissed my neck.
He leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine while he teased my hard nipples.
"I have a surprise for you Charlize," he murmured, his voice tinged with excitement. I tilted my head as I awaited his revelation.
"Roberto," he continued, while his hands moved from my breasts to my long casts.
"I've hired Roberto to paint our portrait, while you still have 2 sexy long casts" My eyes widened in surprise while I almost fell off my crutches and crashed to the floor, a mix of emotions flooded me.
The mention of Roberto's name, painting and cast stirred memories and a tangle of emotions within me. How he had bent down and put my cast over his shoulder then leaned between my legs and slowly licked me, his tongue going in and out. I was moaning out of control but then he pushed his long penis inside me. He pumped in and out of me faster and rougher. He was fucking his injured lover... I came, moaning even louder.
As the weight of John's words sank in and the memories came back it was clear that I had conflicting emotions. Part of me was anxious, uncertain of how I would handle being in such close proximity to Roberto again, naked and with both legs casted. But another part of her longed for closure, for a chance to reconcile the past and move forward.
Who I'm I kidding...
John's gentle touch on my arm brought me back to the present moment. He sensed what he felt was my inner turmoil but what I felt was the love and lust I felt being with Roberto
"I know this might be difficult for you, Charlize," he whispered softly. "But I believe it's an opportunity for you to really confirm to me that it's over between the 2 of you, for us to truly put the past behind us. I want us to move forward together."
I felt a surge of love, gratitude and understanding. I took a deep breath and met his gaze.
"Thank you, John," He smiled, his eyes sparkling with affection.
"We'll navigate this together, Charlize and no matter what happens, our love will remain strong." At that moment, standing on my crutches, I felt amazing and lucky. I was ready to face Roberto, to confront my past affair with strength and grace.
Later on that evening I stood before the mirror, adjusting my sexy black dress that draped over my broken legs, while I was leaning on my crutches. John's gaze was fixed on me, filled with pure love. I was so curious to understand what he found so captivating about me in this state.
He approached me, his warm hands gently enveloping mine. "Charlize," he began, his voice laced with sincerity, "you are absolutely breathtaking. There is a radiance about you that shines through, when you're on your crutches."
I tilted my head, genuinely intrigued by his words.
"But why, John? Don't you prefer to see my legs in pantyhose and heels?" I asked, eager to comprehend his perspective.
A smile played on his lips as he searched for the right words.
"Remember that scene from the movie "The Affair," with the lovely Natalie Wood?" he asked.
Memories of the movie flooded my mind, recalling her crippled legs with her crutches and I felt a weird sensation inside my cast, in my broken legs.
"Natalie Wood played a character on crutches, she was beautiful and graceful"
A mixture of surprise and vulnerability washed over me as I absorbed his words.
"You see that in me? Would you have preferred that I partly lost usage of my legs and be on crutches permanently instead of breaking both legs? " I questioned, a hint of uncertainty in my voice.
John nodded, his gaze unwavering, staring at me, at my long casts. "Yes, Charlize, I see it in you. The way you move with your crutches...you are so damn sexy. But now on your 2 long walking casts, each struggling step you take, you are so graceful in your own crippled way.
Emotion welled up inside me, and tears brimmed in my eyes. John's appreciation and acceptance showed me that he loved me for so much more than just my physical appearance that I was born with. I laid on our bed looking at him.
He smiled and moved his hands down my long cast. I was confused between my feelings of pure arousal of not feeling his hands caress my leg. His touch was light and gentle as he moved against my exposed toes, then to the foot portion of my hard cast. I slid my hand between my legs. He went up my broken legs to my breasts, caressing and teasing my erect nipples.
It was like a sensuous ritual. I pressed between my folds and brushed lightly at the entrance to my vagina.
I let out a moan of pleasure as he lingered for a few moments before again moving down my leg. Oh how I wanted him to make love to me.
"You are so beautiful, Charlize. Not despite your broken legs, but also because of them. They are a part of you. Recreational casts wouldn't have that effect on me or should I say your red cast didn't have that effect. Medical casts for broken legs, that I find immensely attractive on a beautiful woman like you."
"Please," I managed to say "please I will never walk again without crutches. Make love to me", I closed my eyes and let him please me.
I felt the end of his long penis against my vagina, the more he got in me the more I became vocal, it felt so good. Both my long casts were on his shoulders. John moved slightly to change the angle of his penis. This time he was making love to me slowly.
He was rubbing against my clitoris, I was wrapped around his hard penis. I slowly felt my orgasm building. He was rubbing my breasts as he pushed in and out faster. He started cumming into me at the same time I came.
Conclusion to come
K
Monday, July 24, 2023
Sunday, July 23, 2023
My affair part 8
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
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