Thursday, July 27, 2023
My affair part 10
I sat in our living room, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness about seeing Roberto's again and in the presence of John. I was wearing a summer dress, the fabric draping gently over my long leg casts. I was nervous and kept adjusting the crutches by my side, they were a reminder of so much my life had changed.
The casts were pristine and new, last time in full leg casts I was told yesterday. As I awaited Roberto's arrival, I couldn't help but wonder about the deeper meaning behind John's request to have our portrait painted by Roberto.
Roberto's arrival would serve one purpose at least for me, to put an end to this.
I walked on my crutches into the living room and sat down with my crutches on the floor beside me. I was filled with anticipation as Roberto's arrival drew near. John had surprised me once this week and I was in for another surprise, I could feel it.
With the news that he had hired Roberto, the man I had an affair with, I had to wonder if it was really a symbol that he had moved one? Or something else.
Our doorbell chimed, and my heart fluttered with anticipation. I was both excited and scared of what was coming up. I carefully leaned down to retrieve my crutches, struggled to stand and find my balance on my two long leg casts. John rushed to answer the door, his own anticipation evident in his eyes.
What was he planning or did he know something I didn't?
And there stood Roberto, his presence a breathtaking sight that sent a jolt of electricity through me. But to my surprise, he wasn't alone and he leaned on a pair of crutches, with a black cast on his lower right leg that he kept off the floor, no weight on it. Leaning on a pair of wooden crutches made him radiate even more than he did before. I'm not sure if the shared experience of navigating the world on crutches created an extra connection between us.
As Roberto entered our home smoothly on his crutches, his eyes didn't meet mine, his eyes went straight to my long leg casts and exposed toes. His gazes lingered for a moment longer than necessary on my two badly broken legs.
In that fleeting instant, I saw John smile at me, he was telling me in not so many words, "gotcha", the intrigue stirred something within me, did he have anything to do with Roberto's broken limb?
John, ever so perceptive, greeted Roberto with a warm and totally fake concern.
"I'm sorry to hear about your broken leg, Roberto. How did it happen?" He asked him with his hand resting on my shoulder, looking at his black cast and my 2 long casts. It was like John was telling me, see what happens when you cheat Charlize.
Roberto smiled, his blue eyes twinkling, his black cast sitting on top of his good foot while he squeezed his crutches,
"Ah, it was a clumsy misstep on a broken down sidewalk around my studio" he replied, while I was looking at his white sock at the end of the cast.
"Well, accidents happen so fast. I hope you're not in too much pain." John asked
Roberto's gaze shifted briefly to his leg cast before returning to meet John's eyes.
"It's nothing serious, just a temporary setback. But enough about me, let's focus on the reason I'm here to see Charlize again and the painting off course"
To my surprise, the young woman from the café with the broken arm, who had shared her own story, was his assistant. Her full arm cast had been replaced with a short wrist brace.
Roberto's eyes met mine, "Charlize, it's so nice to see you again, so sorry about your accident" he said, his voice filled with warmth.
"Thank you Roberto for agreeing to paint us."
Roberto introduced the young woman by his side as Emily, a talented artist in her own right. Her presence added a new dimension to the painting session. I knew of her obvious attraction to cast.
I observed Emily with intrigue while she didn't hide her interest in my broken legs. There was a quiet confidence about her, it felt like she had played in this story before, she knew the script.
There was a surprise that awaited me. John turned to Emily, with a tender smile, he leaned in and kissed her cheek while lightly squeezing the young woman's wrist brace, a gesture that revealed a connection between them that caught me totally off guard.
How did John and Emily know each other?
John, sensing my surprise, reached out to take my hand, his touch felt uncertain like I was discovering a whole new side of my husband.
"Charlize, Emily and I actually know each other from a few months back when I helped her after she fell and broke her arm. She...works in my company," he admitted.
"I was telling her about your accident, your poor broken legs and she suggested the painting and offered to introduce Roberto to me. I hope you don't mind."
I gazed into John's eyes, what? He hopes I don't mind?
Seriously wake me up this is an episode of The Twilight Zone, it can't be real. The young woman confirmed my dream when she kissed my husband on the lips, almost sending her tongue inside his mouth. The touch of their lips, however brief, held a hint of familiarity and intimacy that caught me off guard...Again.
Was I feeling jealous? I couldn't deny the attraction I felt toward Emily. She was a beautiful young woman, petite and sexy. It was not just physical beauty that drew me to her. We connected on a deeper level.
With a gentle grace, Roberto positioned himself on a nearby chair, making sure to rest his injured leg. Emily set up his easel, arranging the vibrant paints and brushes within easy reach. The room seemed to come alive. I was alive.
"Are we ready?" Roberto asked
"Not yet "I said, smiling at my husband and ex-lover.
My heart was pounding in my chest, without thinking, I reached down and grabbed my crutches, struggling to rise from the couch with my 2 long leg casts. I smiled and positioned the crutches firmly under my arms, relying on them again for dear life.
"What are you doing?" John asked
I ignored him, as I prepared to make my way towards Emily, I took a deep breath. I loved the sound caused by the weight of my two long leg casts, rubber heels scraping against the hardwood floor. It was a distinct sensation. With each cautious step, I swung my casts between the crutches with the sound of the rubber heels on the casts echoed in the room.
I was not graceful, but I moved closer to Emily. I felt like a crippled woman with 2 leg braces. My eyes were searching Emily's face for any sign of understanding. She smiled and cradled her broken arm that was in that short brace now.
As I finally reached Emily, a surge of emotions coursed through me. I could feel the wrist brace wrapping around me and heard a slight moan, maybe her arm was really broken. I slid my left cast between her legs, she squeezed her legs around it and against her vagina. Our lips met in a passionate kiss. The touch of her lips against mine sent ripples of electricity throughout my body.
I wanted her so bad and I wanted them to watch us.
Conclusion to come
K
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