Help me chapter 2

Help me...
Chapter 2

I placed the order clearly without knowing at the time the consequence of my action physically, emotionally and sexually. Some people would pay with broken limbs and others with their life from the choice I made.

To my amazement, the delivery was scheduled within the next four hours. The efficiency of the service astounded me, it seemed that the future had truly arrived at my doorstep. As the clock ticked away, I couldn't help but imagine the arrival of this unique AI assistant. Would she truly embody the sophistication and style that Bella's virtual projections promised?

The possibilities danced in my mind, creating anticipation until the doorbell finally rang, I grabbed my walking stick, locked my brace into place and kinda rushed to answer, and there she stood...My AI wardrobe specialist, a vision of modern elegance and technology. With her perfectly tailored dress, strikingly human-like features, and an air of intelligence and sexiness, she looked like a girlfriend for all occasions.

"Hello, Miriam, so nice to meet you in person I'm at your service," she greeted with a courteous nod then a kiss on my cheek, she had totally captured my attention online. But in person I couldn't help but be captivated by the seamless blend of technology and humanity standing before me.

It was as if Bella had stepped out of the virtual realm and into my life.

"Welcome, and thank you for the speedy delivery," I responded, not sure what to say, feeling strangely nervous in her presence. It was surreal to see her in the flesh, well do we call it flesh? Fake AI flesh? a testament to the advancements in artificial intelligence the ad said.

With a gentle smile she asked for permission and walked into my walking closet. She began to showcase her capabilities right away. She effortlessly analyzed my existing wardrobe, providing insights into potential combinations, styles, deletion and replacements. The synergy between her virtual world attached to a quantum computer and my real-world suggestions created a seamless fashion experience for me.

I realized that this wasn't just about clothing; it was about the intersection of technology, personal expression and life companion. Bella, my AI wardrobe specialist, would become more than just a virtual assistant, she would be a companion in my life.

An uneasy feeling lingered beneath the surface. The quirks in Bella's beta version, though possibly charming in their own way, whispered of a mysterious and unpredictable side. Bella was about to dive into the depths of my closet once again, but this time, I needed to share a crucial piece of information with her.

"Bella," I began, my voice carrying a blend of anticipation and concern, "I have an important presentation at my school, I'm going for the vice principal job. It's a predominantly male committee, and I want to make a lasting impression. Do you think we can focus on professional attire and accessories that convey confidence and distract from my crippled leg?"

Bella, always attentive to my needs, acknowledged the significance of the upcoming presentation.

"Absolutely, Miriam. Your professional success is of utmost importance. Let's choose outfits that show both professionalism and confidence."

I was disappointed in her answer, it sounded too...official...standard answer. She meticulously categorized each garment, considering styles, colours, and textures that would align seamlessly with a professional setting.

"I've taken the liberty of grouping your items to emphasize your elegance and beauty," Bella explained, her blue eyes reflecting a genuine desire to assist. "Now, let's explore combinations that will leave a lasting impact on your audience."

Again Bella suggested tailored suits, elegant dresses, and polished accessories. Her insights into colour coordination and style demonstrated a keen understanding of both fashion and professional etiquette.

"Miriam, she interjected with a gentle enthusiasm, "both your long legs are a remarkable feature, and we can leverage them to create a powerful yet sophisticated presence. Let's explore ways to accentuate your crippled leg instead of hiding it."

That was a new approach and I loved it. I appreciated her attention to detail, I nodded, intrigued by the idea of using my crippled leg as a unique asset. She suggested a sophisticated pencil skirt in a deep burgundy, paired with a crisp white blouse. The fabric of the blouse was chosen for its elegance, comfort and tight fitting against my breasts.

Then a new tactics experience when she gently adjusted the pantyhose, her long, graceful fingers moving with precision. The fabric glided over my skin, her fingers a perfect sexual tease. Her blue eyes met mine, and she smiled.

Bella didn't stop there, she moved towards my left leg brace, her long fingers showing a dexterity that surpassed most boyfriend I ever had. As she refitted the brace over my long leg, her touch sent waves between my legs.

I was speechless and so wet. She added low heels that provided balance and a delicate necklace that accentuated the neckline of the blouse.

"You look absolutely stunning, Miriam."

I stood and she gave me my cane. I couldn't help but appreciate the intimacy of the moment, realizing that Bella was not just a virtual wardrobe specialist but a potential lover who cared about the details that mattered. She then leaned over and kissed me.

I felt the heat from her kiss on my cheeks, from her soft lips just inches away from mine. My heart was racing as I tried to take in every sensation. She began gently caressing my face and breasts. The soft touch of her fingers felt like an electric shock on my erect nipples. I laid down on the bed.

She ran her hands up my right leg, gently rubbing my strong calf and thigh.I felt her touch against my pantyhose, so soft and delicate, making my body erupt and moans escaping my lips as she rubbed my right leg, I could feel the heat from her hands and the sensation of her fingertips sliding along my skin was an exhilarating experience.

While my hand slid inside my pantyhose, she switched to rubbing my crippled leg, I could see her touch my long leg brace. The gentle pressure of her fingers made my body shudder with excitement, I was close. I wanted her to continue, to explore every inch of my crippled leg as she touched and rubbed it.

She forcefully removed my hand and slid her own fingers inside me. I shuddered and trembled with sexual pleasure. The warmth from her touch on my clitoris and the pressure of her fingers through the brace was an experience that I couldn't get enough of.

I wanted more, to feel every inch of my crippled leg as it was rubbed and caressed by her skilful fingers. She leaned over me and whispered in my ear...

"Have you ever considered experimenting with something uniquely different, sensual and oh so sexy? Perhaps something like a long leg cast and crutches?"

Her fingers were burning against my clitoris when the orgasm started shaking my whole body she added casually...

"I could even break your leg if you asked me"

OMG, Help me...
Chapter 3 to come

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Clip 415 Sprained ankle, then broken leg, cast, crutches part 2

Clip 414 Sprained ankle, then broken leg, cast, crutches part 1

Help me... chapter 1

 Help me...

Chapter 1

As I lay on my bed after a long day teaching at Immaculate private school, I was reading a classic, Isaac Asimov's classic "I, Robot,". My mind began to drift into a world of possibilities. Imagine a personalized robot, not just a machine, but a companion, a friend, a lover, tailored to my every desire. A modern metallic friend who understands my love for fashion, hair, and shoes.

Picture a robot assistant helping me choose the perfect outfits, styling my hair effortlessly, and even organizing my shoe collection based on the pain I felt at that precise moment in my left leg. The future could be a blend of science fiction and personal style, where technology caters to our sexual passions in the most delightful ways.

I wish it were possible. Glancing at my friendly cane beside the bed, reality settled in. I caressed my long legs, acknowledging the limitations of my left leg. Yet, in the world of my imagination, where fashion and futuristic companions merge, the boundaries seemed to blur, if only for a moment.

"Thank god it's Saturday" I woke up and made my coffee the next morning.

Lounging on my couch, I was looking into the endless world of online fashion, the soft glow of my tablet showing 100's of sites. I was a grade 12 French teacher but also a fervent fashion enthusiast, always on the lookout for the next trend. I sought inspiration from the ever changing styles of women's clothes and accessories that would work with a permanent long leg brace on my left leg.

With a touch of theatrics, I was after-all a shopping specialist in my mind, I addressed my online audience of one,

"Hello, beautiful shoppers! Welcome to Miriam's online boutique." I smiled, chatting with my chat-bot Liza, a creation of my own fashion fantasy world. While chatting with Liza, an intriguing advertisement caught my eye.

"Meet Bella, Your Virtual Wardrobe Specialist," it proclaimed in bold letters. Unable to resist the advertisement, I tapped on the ad, entering a virtual showroom of the latest in AI-driven fashion technology. I was casting from my tablet to my 85 inch wall video screen. Yes, I love modern technology

The room was inviting, and there stood Bella, a tall, female, virtual assistant with a charming smile, incredibly long healthy legs and impeccable fashion sense. Her metallic blue eyes seemed to connect with the depths of my fashion desires and so much more to be honest.

"Hello, Miriam! I'm Bella, your virtual wardrobe specialist. Ready to embark on a journey into the world of vibrant self-expression?" Her smooth and sexual voice echoed in my ears.

Unable to suppress a smile, I replied, "Well, hello there, Bella! Ready to dazzle me with your fashion wisdom?" I teased, my fingers tapping on the virtual screen. Bella gestured towards a sleek wardrobe filled with an array of clothing, shoes, and accessories, may I say all kinds of accessories.

"Let's start your fashion adventure, Miriam. Tell me, what style speaks to your soul today?"

Contemplating my mood level on my watch and preferences, I shared with her, "I'm feeling bold and adventurous. How about something that screams vibrant and unique?"

With a sweep of her virtual hand, Bella conjured a dazzling assortment of outfits, each more vibrant than the last. My eyes lit up as I explored the possibilities, envisioning myself in these bold ensembles limping along the corridors of my school. A new look, almost a new me.

"I see your hesitation, the spectrum of possibilities is vast, Miriam. But what if we take it a step further? How about customizing not just your clothes but also choosing the appearance of your virtual wardrobe specialist?" Bella proposed, a hint of excitement in her eyes and full lips.

Intrigued, I raised an eyebrow. "Customizing the appearance of my virtual wardrobe specialist? Now that's a unique idea. Show me what you have in mind, Bella."

The virtual showroom transformed into a realm of options, presenting me with three distinct looks for my virtual wardrobe specialist.

1-The first was a classic and sophisticated virtual appearance,
2-The second was a trendy and virtual casual demeanour,
3-The third was a tall and intelligent wardrobe specialist, a 5 foot 11 inches, tall,athletic looking female expert in the world of fashion and possibly more..

"Choose the look that resonates with you, Miriam. Your wardrobe specialist is here to cater to your unique style preferences," Bella offered, awaiting my decision.

"Wait, is it a mistake that option 3 doesn't say virtual?"

Excitement was building in me as I pondered my choices, with all my attention drawn to option 3. Little did I know that this seemingly simple decision would set a stage that would transcend fashion. There was a long delay before Bella replied. Strange...Hesitation of an AI?

"Miriam, I apologize for the delay," Bella finally responded, her virtual gaze steady. "I wanted to check that I could share some additional information with you. You see, option 3 does indeed involve a physical, human-like AI specialist."

My curiosity piqued, I stood, leaned on my cane while standing, awaiting her explanation.

Bella continued, "Wow Miriam, how tall are you?"

"I'm 5 foot 9 inches, why?"

"SO much potential with your sexy crippled leg....But back to our transaction, The beta version of the physical AI assistant is now available but only in control environment, and I'm pleased to inform you that your environment could be a controlled one"

She probably saw my hesitation since I had no idea what a controlled environment would be so she added...

"It comes with a unique set of features. However, being a beta version, it has its quirks."

"Like what?"

A thoughtful pause lingered before she elaborated further, "While the physical presence offers a more immersive and personalized experience, it's essential to note that it's still in the testing phase. There might be occasional fine-tuning required."

I nodded, appreciating her transparency. "So, what are the quirks we're talking about here? Are they dangerous, are you dangerous Bella?"

Bella chuckled and smiled, a touch of humour in her voice.

"Well, Miriam, look at me, do I look dangerous? Think of it as the charm of a beta version. Sometimes, I might take a moment to cross-reference a wider range of fashion data, ensuring the most accurate and creative suggestions. It's a small trade-off for the enhanced experience of me...in person... Bella with all my charms."

As we conversed, I realized that this decision wasn't merely about choosing a virtual or physical presence; it was about embracing the cutting edge of technology, quirks and all. Modern AI sexy female robot, top of the line for 2030.

With a sense of anticipation, I made my decision, opting for the human-looking AI, a modern-day Ex Machina style of female assistant. There was something intriguing about the idea of a virtual wardrobe specialist taking on a tangible form, blurring the lines between the virtual and the daily reality.

Also...maybe blurring the line from a wardrobe specialist to my lesbian lover. I have such a dirty mind, I'm sorry readers.

Excitement bubbling within me, I placed the order clearly without understanding the consequence of my action physically, emotionally and sexually. Some people would pay with broken limbs and others with their life from the choice I just made.

Help me...
Chapter 2 to come
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Clip 413 Broken ankle, cast, crutches, SLC

Clip 412 Skaters injury, broken leg, wheelchair , cast, SLC

Clip 411 Broken ankle cast, crutches

Clip 410 Broken leg, cast, crutches, SLC, part 3

Clip 409 Broken leg, cast, crutches, SLC, part 2

Clip 408 Broken leg, cast, crutches, SLC, part 1

Romance on a train conclusion

 Romance on a train

The conclusion

After getting a call from Emily I was waiting for Jay. As he walked through the front door of our house, I greeted him with a smile that couldn't quite conceal the sexual excitement brewing within me. Leaning on my crutches, right knee bent and pink cast floating off the floor, totally naked, I looked desirable.

To say that there was a unique energy in the air, was an understatement.

"Welcome home, how's the foot?" I said. His eyes widened in surprise looking from my exposed toes, pink cast, perky breasts and lips to my eyes.

Gently he lifted me, crutches and all, and carried me to our bedroom. As he lowered me onto the bed, our lips met in a kiss. We broke apart for a moment and he took my cast in his hand and slowly kissed and licked my exposed toes. The heat from his lips and tongue was warming up my leg and spreading throughout my body.

"How is the pain?" he asked me, smiling, his finger gently massaging my cast.

"It's a bit more painful today." I replied with a small moan.

"I'm sorry he said, but I have to do this," he said, gently spreading my cast and leg apart then leaned in and licked my vagina. His tongue sent shivers of pleasure throughout my body, driving me crazy.

"This looks very serious, you may need a full leg cast" he said with a bit of lust between licks.

"I may have to rush you to the hospital if it gets worse..."

My hands undid his pants and I nervously reached for his hips. The sexual heat began to spread even more. I had never felt such intense pleasure from a touch of his tongues and words and the experience was driving me crazy.

"It could be worse" he replied, placing his long and hard penis, inches from my vagina, giving a reassuring smile. He had a look of love in his eyes. He was in total control, the dripping pre-cum made me want to bite my bottom lip to keep from cumming and crying out in satisfaction.

But the pleasure I felt from Jay cumming into me was overwhelming. I tried to control myself but the orgasm was too intense. I let out a loud moan and yell as my body began to shake with pure sexual pleasure.

Later on that evening I looked into his eyes and whispered, "Jay, I want to show you something extraordinary. Something that's been a part of my world, a world filled with mystery and connection."

Jay listened as I invited him to make me cum again in the Enigma Circle, our sisterhood that went beyond the conventional.

***

Entering the sorority house alone, I was curious and not entirely sure what awaited me in this mysterious place. The soft glow of candlelight guided me into a room where an aura of enigma hung in the air.

There, in the centre of the room, stood a chair and it was surrounded by a large group of captivating women, all in their 40's, each beautiful in their own ways in sexy black cocktail dresses.

The room seemed to pulse with a timeless energy, as if it held the echoes of countless stories and sexual experiences.

Surrounded by these women, I couldn't help but be struck by their sophistication. Their eyes held warmth that welcomed me into the folds of their sisterhood. As I settled into the only available chair, I became acutely aware of the sexual tension in the air. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows all around us.

This was the Enigma Circle where Allison and Emily became one.

***

Dressed in a sleek black cocktail dress exactly the same as my fellow sisters, I entered the room slowly on my crutches. The soft fabric of the dress hugged my tight ass. On my left foot, a stylish 3-inch stiletto pump and my right leg was now in a sleek black full leg cast that was bent at the knee leaving no doubt that it was non weight bearing. I loved how my new cast added an element of drama to my entrance.

The candlelit ambience embraced me as I moved towards Jay, playfulness in my gaze.

"Hello, Jay," I said smiling, my crutches echoing softly against the floor. "Miss me since last night?"

Jay's eyes widened in surprise. "What happened to your leg? And why are you in a full cast now?"

I chuckled, leaning in to kiss him lovingly. "Oh, just a little twist in the tale, darling. But don;t worry, it's all part of the recreational enchantment and it feels amazing to be trapped in this long cast."

He could not keep his eyes off my new sexy accessory, that is, until I retrieved a set of scarves and, in a swift motion, attached Jay's wrists to the chair. His expression shifted from surprise, curiosity to sexual hunger.

"What's this?"

"It's our way of sharing something special," I replied intimately with 25 pairs of eyes looking at us.

"A new kind of sexual bondage that goes beyond the ordinary with all my friends."

As I secured the scarves, the room seemed to hold its breath. Jay's gaze met mine, a silent acknowledgement of the desires that lingered between us, he wanted me so bad in my new cast.

"Now, let's begin," I whispered in his ear, my tongue kissing the lobe then I kissed down his neck, sending shivers throughout his body.

***

My three distinct knocks echoed through the door, and as I opened it, the room welcomed me into its cocoon of secrets like they did so many years ago.

"We have been waiting for you, president Emily," They all said in unison, a soft, sensual, mature and erotic voice.

I was wearing a striking red cocktail dress, I entered on my crutches, each step a deliberate movement within the intimacy of the Enigma Circle and our 25 sisters. His eyes met mine, he was captivated, aroused sexually by everything happening. He stared at my leg, cast, breasts. I was naked like the first time under my dress. I loved the feel of the dress against my skin.

With a smile playing on my lips, I swung forward on my crutches, showcasing the vivid sight of a red full leg cast on my right leg. The room seemed to hold its breath watching me and touching themselves as I moved slowly. Sensuality with every carefully measured step on a 4 inch heel that could roll and snap my ankle anytime.

The weight of his gaze lingered on me, a silent acknowledgement of a unique connection between a sexy woman recreational term caster and her fetishist and lover. My red dress was swaying, moving on my crutches..

From his chair, tied down Jay stared at me at the plunging neckline to my large breasts. I moved closer, my cast came in contact with his leg, while bending over him to kiss him, my right breast slid out of the thin fabric of my red dress, inched from his lips. Allison came to me on her crutches and gently tucked it back inside my dress not before pinching my fully erected nipple.

Pre-cum was showing right away when Allison slid one long finger against the front of his pants and released his fully erected penis.

"So sorry Jay." She apologized, smiling full of sexual innuendos. Then she moved back to her chair. I moved to Jay, dropped my crutches and sat on his lap, pulling at the hem of my red dress, my dripping vagina was inches from his penis.

"Oh god Emily..."

I wiggled my tight ass against him to get closer, his penis was so hard touching my wetness.

***

I was under her spell, under their control trying to free my arms. While humping forward I felt my throbbing penis into her juicy vagina. She then slammed herself against it. She shuddered and whimpered, her hips thrusting and twisting, her eyes were closed.

Allison hopped on her one leg to us, she caressed Emily's breasts pinching her nipples and kissing her, it drove her wild to have my penis in her and my wife's tongue in her mouth at the same time.

"Oh god Allison I'm going to cum in Emily..." I moaned watching them play.

Her orgasm rocked her whole body while my cum went deep inside her. Still tied to the chair my eyes went to both women, focusing at first on my wife. At that moment, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of unique love for Allison and Emily, the unexpected muse from a train ride.

Looking at Allison and Emily kissing each other, I knew I was only a small part of a love story that transcended the ordinary, filled with twists and turns.

The end
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Clip 407 Broken leg, beautiful woman, crutches part 2

Clip 406 Broken leg, beautiful woman, crutches part 1

Romance on a train part 9

 Romance on a train

Part 9

Emily's eyes fixated on me with a sensual smile on her face while liking her blood red lips. She was wearing the president's sexy red cocktail dress and matching high heels, but literally nothing else. The candles provided just sufficient light to highlight her beautiful firm breasts, tight ass and perfect long legs moving in very graceful movements.

She stepped closer behind me and started running her lips slowly along my neck. The touch of her lips was like the touch of a feather and it sent shivers of sexual pleasure through my body. Her hand caressed my small breasts pinching my hard nipples. I moaned quietly.

She left my breasts and stepped in front of me before bending down to caress my cast. She rubbed her fingertips along my leg cast, exploring its shape. Her eyes were filled with a primal sexual desire. I felt like she was going to cut off my cast.

She continued to caress my cast, slowly and gently she rubbed my exposed toes. Her lips licked my toes, and my body began to shiver with anticipation when I saw her move her long fingers along my cast and leg to my vagina. I couldn't move with both arms tied.

She moved her fingers inside me, moving aside the soft fabric of my panties. I was so wet, dripping and I began to shiver even more, my body was rocking. She looked up at me with a seductive smile, and I could feel the orgasm rising inside my body.

Her long fingers gently touched my clitoris. I had to fight to hold back the sudden orgasm in public. The sisters were now more than just observers. Some of them had their hands slipping under the fabric of their cocktail dress and lightly touching their own flesh. I could hear the silky sound of the fabric rubbing against their skin and the soft sighs coming from their mouths.

She then sat on my cast, Her vagina against the surface of my cast, with her fingers moving faster in and out of me. It was magical and we both came at the same time.

***

As I settled into the train seat, anticipation buzzed in the air, mingling with the echoes of the revelations from the night before. I couldn't shake the knowledge of how Emily and Allison had initially crossed paths, the intricate web of their shared history. There was a burning desire within me to confront Emily about this newfound revelation, to understand the depths of their connection.

My gaze moved across the train hoping to see Emily, awaiting her arrival. The rhythmic hum of the train and the distant murmur of passengers provided a backdrop to the whirlwind of thoughts in my mind. Today was so much more than just another commute..

Again she waited for the train to be moving before she entered my carriage looking very beautiful but with an air of professionalism that deferred from previous encounters. She was wearing a woman business suit, impeccably tailored, showing her sophistication and authority. The soft fabric draped elegantly over her tall and lean frame, enhancing her curves.

But this was president Emily that caught my attention with a distinct change in her appearance. From a first look there was a stricter, more focused demeanour. She moved on her crutches with her cast barely visible and her toes inside a delicate black sock towards the seat in front of mine this time, no cat and mouse game, face to face.

She sat with poise, with her crutches beside her. She crossed her long legs in a manner that hinted at mystery. A single shoe adorned her left foot, almost a man shoe adding an element of unexpected allure to the professional ensemble. I learned later that her one shoe had a name, From The Office of Angela Scott, it was a leather shoe with two laces, low heel, leather sole from Portugal.

As I observed Emily's transformation, the air seemed charged again this time with the anticipation of unravelling secrets. This was the woman that my wife felt in love with in college, and I prepared to unfold layers of Emily's past.

"Good morning Jay" she greeted, her tone almost composed. "Quite a journey we've been on, isn't it?"

I nodded in agreement, "Yes, indeed. It's been quite the train ride."

She leaned forward slightly, a subtle yet intentional movement, and re-crossed her legs with precision, her pant leg moved up showing more of her perfect cast.

"Sometimes, life takes unexpected turns. We find ourselves on paths we never imagined."

As she spoke, my eyes were riveted to Emily's hand who gracefully removed the stylish little sock to expose her delicate toes. She caressed her toes that were painted blood red like her fingers to add a layer of sensuality to the professional look.

The dialogue flowed seamlessly, but there was so much unspoken tension and curiosity that was waiting to be totally unravelled.

***

This is part 9 of this story and if you are still reading you know by now that I was fuelled, well I should say that me and Allison were fuelled with a desire to please, sexually tease and surprise Jay at every turn... and... surprise him... we did again.

"Jay, It was a day like any other back in college, the air was full of love and lust as me and your wife had sex in her dorm room. She felt liberated and after a powerful orgasm we found ourselves caught in an unforeseen twist of fate."

While talking to Jay, I decided to embark on a bold yet subtle move. Leaning in, I gently grasped Jay's left foot, a devilish smile in my eyes. The air seemed to change again and I could clearly see the interrogation in ihs mind when I unlace and remove his left shoe,

"Allison walking cast had been removed a week before and I really missed seeing her in that cast while using her crutches. So many years later I still wonder if it was my sudden misstep or Allison's slight push but anyway I had a momentary loss of balance on the step ladder, and for that one second when we both looked at each other's eyes we knew the erotic game had shifted again."

I was staring at Jay's foot and he was staring at my red lips telling the story, waiting for more, needing more.

"I crumpled to the ground with a loud crack and moan of pain."

I slowly removed Jay's sock, revealing the vulnerable left bare foot that now casually rested on my leg cast. My long fingers traced a delicate path along his foot, ankle, and lower leg, each touch calculated to elicit a sexual response from him. I had and still have a foot fetish.

"Do you realize Jay that there are 26 bones in this foot?"

"The room fell silent after the cracking sound that my sexy long leg did breaking against the floor, the weight of concern settling over Allison and me. I, usually graceful and poised, now laid on the floor, staring and cradling my broken leg. We were both shocked, as we realized the gravity of the situation."

I slowly spread my legs apart and placed his foot between my legs. The connection between us deepened in the hushed intimacy of the moment, setting the stage for the surprise I had in store.

"We always ask the stupid questions in moments like this and Allison was no exception after pushing me...or me falling...she asked...Emily, are you okay?"

"I wanted to say do I look ok? But Emily was my lover, she was gentle and caring and I could clearly see her expressions of concern and disbelief.

"I think I might have broken my leg," I admitted, my voice a blend of pain and sexual excitement. Despite the agony etched on my face, I maintained a sense of composure that spoke volumes, I was the president."

***

I was speechless listening to Emily's confession. She stopped talking, I was touching myself, rubbing my penis against my pants. She caressed my foot, the unspoken tension in the air mingled with the promise of more revelations to come. This simple act of intimacy was a prelude to possible unexpected twists and turns...Maybe...Would she?...truth or dare?

***

With a subtle twist of Jay's foot, I felt the delicate balance of control, acknowledging the importance of trust and care in our intimate sexual connection. The act carried a symbolic weight, underscoring the vulnerability we willingly shared and gave to a loved one.

As the twist increased, it became an unspoken agreement that transcended mere physicality or sexuality. In a soft whisper, I leaned closer to Jay,

"I would never break your ankle or foot. It's not who I am, and it's not what we're about you, me and Allison."

I locked eyes with Jay, his blue gaze momentarily speechless. Gracefully, I shifted my weight to my left leg, grabbed my crutches in hand. The scene unfolded in slow motion, visually captivating movements. Each step on my crutches was deliberate and elegant as I made my way to the train's door. With a fluid motion, I descended the three steps to the platform, leaving behind a trail of sexual innuendos and sensuality.

Romance on a train
The conclusion to come
K

Clip 405, cast, crutches

Clip 404 Torn achilies,wrapped ankle and crutches

Romance on a train part 8

 Romance on a train

Part 8

I was driving home with a mix of confusion and concern in my mind. Should I just leave Alison and her injured ankle alone? or should I verify the legitimacy of her injury? I knew that I should just let it go and trust that all was done for the good of all 3 of us. But I couldn't shake this uneasy feeling that something was wrong with the perfect picture the 2 ladies were painting for me.

As I entered the backyard, a breathtaking sight unfolded before me. Allison in her beautiful summer dress, stood on her crutches, knee bent , cast off the ground amidst the flowers of our garden. She was a pure vision of what this fetish is all about.

Allison's cast, gracefully on display, added a touch of uniqueness to the scene. The crutches, under her arms, were loyal companions in her temporary journey. I couldn't help but admire the way she elevated her injured ankle, a subtle gesture that exuded both comfort and a sense of personal style.

"Hello Jay," she approached me slowly. I was captivated by the delicate details, the sway of her hips in that dress was so inviting.

"You look absolutely stunning,"

Allison chuckled, "Well, thank you. I thought I'd make the most of the situation," she said, gesturing to her cast and crutches.

As I took in the scene, a small doubt lingered in my mind about the nature of her injury, but the sheer beauty before me eclipsed any uncertainties. Allison, with her cast and crutches, radiated and I was totally attracted to her.

***

I could see the conflicts in my poor husband's mind, I gracefully lowered myself onto the patio chair, he took my crutches and my cast extended towards him exactly like Emily had done earlier... I could almost hear him say "I sweat these two women..."

"How was your day?" I asked with genuine curiosity.

"Good, how about you?"

I smiled and said "Well, big progress, I made it up and down on one crutch today, I didn't have to crawl on my ass"

He was sitting right in front of me, I lifted my cast and placed it on his lap. He smiled and couldn't hide his instant erection. In delicate movements of his fingers, he traced patterns on my cast and exposed toes.

Jay's tender gaze met mine, and I sensed the question forming in his mind. "How did you meet Emily?" he finally asked, his curiosity breaking through the surface.

"We crossed paths at college," I began, choosing my words carefully. "She's a fascinating woman with her own unique sets of fetishes or at least variations of them."

"Please tell me all about it Alison I need to know" He asked almost pleading.

My first day at the college was nothing short of a sensory overload. The size and beauty of the campus was eclipsed by the pounding in my chest as I limped in a white walking cast with a red rubber heel. The decision not to use my crutches for additional support that day had been a bad one.

"Didn't you say this was your first cast?",

"Yes I did, I lied Jay".

As I navigated the halls, I slowly limped to my new sorority Enigma Circle to meet with their president.

"Welcome, Allison!" Emily's voice, confident and warm, reached me as I entered. Her eyes were filled with a magnetic intensity and pure beauty.

"I see you've already embraced the spirit of uniqueness with that daring cast of yours. But you know you should still be using your crutches"

I offered a smile, my cheeks blushing, how did she know?. "Well, I believe in making an entrance."

As the days unfolded, Emily and I found ourselves engrossed in conversations that transcended academia. In the dimly lit corners of the sorority house, my crutches against the wall, surrounded by the flickering glow of candles, with her hand on my walking cast, we fell in love.

Later that month, Emily was driving me back to the campus and she said for the first time,

"We are a sisterhood that goes beyond the conventional, a subtle dance that binds us together. Literally Allison"

"Jay I've never shared this before with anybody, you have to promise to never mention a word of what I will tell you...They would lose their status and funding if it came out"

"I promise"

My pledging night to Enigma Circle was like a dream, each moment etched in my memory forever. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation and curiosity as Emily led me through the secret passages of the huge house wearing the mandatory black cocktail dress and a 4 inch heel. I felt strange in my walking cast with that kind of shoe on my good foot and it was very daring and dangerous.

In the intimate ambience of the pledging room, the soft glow of candlelight painted a scene. Emily held onto my hand with a gentle yet firm hold. Her eyes, filled with undeniable lust, were locked onto mine, a silent invitation that needed no words.

Unable to resist the magnetic pull between us, I leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss at first. Then our mouths came together, my tongue pushed against Emily's mouth, exploring each other's lips in a desperate and passionate kiss.

The kiss grew deeper. our tongues exploring each other, our bodies were pressed together in a warm embrace that felt like we were melting into each other's bodies. I could hear Emily stiletto heels sliding against my leg cast, it felt like she was rubbing the tiny heel against my broken bone. With the heat rising inside me my whole body was filled with a surge of pleasure and desire that I could even feel inside my broken ankle.

To my surprise, the room seemed to stretch endlessly, and a circle of our sisters surrounded a singular plush chair at its center. It was surreal, a gathering of intelligent women witnessing the intimate connection that Emily and I had shared.

Limping to the plush chair, I could feel the weight of the unspoken tension in the air. The room, bathed in sexual desire and connection. The eyes of our sisters, filled with love,curiosity and acceptance, were witnesses to the love that Emily and I had cultivated.

"Wow "Jay said, leaning over to kiss me.

"That was just the beginning"

Emily left the room but the latest sister to join the sorority before me entered the room, she was petite with a caring gaze. She brought in a small stool topped with a soft pillow, creating a makeshift resting place for my broken limb. Gently she placed my cast on the improvised support. This was my first surprise of the evening.

She then fetched scarves, and with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, proceeded to secure my other leg and both wrists to the chair firmly. The scarves became my restraints, that's when Emily's words came back to me...(a subtle dance that binds us together. Literally Allison).

I was in my chair alone with 25 pairs of eyes staring at me when a soft knock on a door somewhere. A door opened and Emily walked back in the room.

"We have been waiting for you, president Emily," They all said in unison, a soft, sensual common voice.

Emily's eyes fixated on me with a sensual smile on her face while liking her blood red lips. She was now wearing the president's sexy red cocktail dress and matching high heels, but... literally nothing else under the dress. The candles provided just sufficient light to highlight her beautiful firm breasts, tight ass and perfect long legs moving in very graceful movements.

My eyes scanned her body up and down, taking in every detail of this sexy woman. I was aching to touch my girlfriend but the Enigma Circle had different plans for me.

Romance on a train
Part 9 to come
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Clip 403 Injured leg and ankle, crutches

Clip 402 Broken leg, crutches, cast

Romance on a train part 7

 Romance on a train

Part 7

Sitting on the train, I thought about the events of the last few days. Every moment felt like a piece of a puzzle, fitting together unexpectedly. The train's rhythmic movement kept my mind busy, and I couldn't help but picture my wife in her new cast and crutches. It was a stylish look to be in her pink cast and the bottom line, it would help her ankle heal.

My mind drifted to Emily, would I see my injured angel today?

The door slid open, and there she was, Emily was gracefully making her way through the train car on her crutches, her right leg still in a cast and a lovely knee boot on her left leg and foot that added an unexpected twist to her usual elegance. The high heel boot was sophisticated but also contrasted against her sexy dress.

Her crutches moved in tandem with practice as she approached. Fellow passengers stole glances at her leg and cast, captivated by the scene unfolding before them. By now the cast and crutches were stylish accessories.

"Hello Emily, you have a way of making even crutches and a cast look like part of a fashion statement."

"Thank you Jay, well, why not turn the ordinary into something extraordinary?"

As Emily took a seat, her cast extended before her, I couldn't help but admire her knee boot with its stiletto heel. The train journey was going to be very special again.

***

Seated on the train, crutches beside me, Jay came and settled facing me, his eyes lingering on my broken leg. The train's gentle sway mirrored the subtle cat and mouse dance again. I was waiting for the question that he was dying to ask me.

"Emily, I couldn't help but wonder about something. Why did you ask me to say hi to Allison? How did you know the name of my wife?"

I had warned her... "Well, let's just say our lives have crisscrossed in unexpected ways. I know Allison because..."

I paused for a moment, contemplating how much to reveal, or if I should lie and let Allison explain to him our complicated relationship. Looking into Jay's eyes I could tell that he was encouraging transparency.

"Allison seems to be our connection to this unexpected twist of fate on this train ride story that even included my own house", a look of realization crossed his face.

Jay smiled and added, "So, you're the persona, the elegant lady with crutches and a cast, who walked past me on the train. Almost like a playful sexual tease, stirring up my personal and private feelings."

"Not so private my dear Jay but... Guilty as charged. And your beautiful wife's charming but badly sprained ankle added another layer to our shared narrative."

Jay's gaze shifted between me and the cast on my leg, a realization dawning. He leaned down and lifted my cast in his hands. For a split second he got a view like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, I wasn't wearing any panties and I did nothing to close the view...until I did.

"Is this some sort of orchestrated encounter? Is your leg even broken Emily?" I smiled softly and again I contemplated telling the truth or a pretty little lie....

"Oh, my leg is definitely...not broken, although it has provided an excellent opportunity for a sensual interaction." I grabbed his hand and ran his hands along my cast, over the ankle area, caressing that area.

I leaned closer to him, whispering softly. "My leg is not broken Jay...but...my ankle is broken in 2 places...Can you feel the poor little bones shattered under your fingers?" I lied to him while holding his hand on my cast.

He looked deep into my eyes, I slowly licked my lips and said "Life has its own way of orchestrating encounters, doesn't it? Sometimes, the unexpected brings us closer than any planned meeting could."

The train's hum filled the brief pause as Jay absorbed the revelation. He knew more but yet not the whole story. A newfound understanding, a shared acknowledgement of the intricate connections that shaped our 3 lives.

"My mom used to say: Il faut souffrir pour être belle Emily" I slowly moved my cast with a certain look in my eyes.

***

I walked up the stairs slowly using one crutch and leaning on the railing for support. I was getting used to the crutches and the cast, but it was still somewhat of a struggle in the stairs. The last thing I wanted to do was fall and break my leg like Emily did once, but thats; for her to tell you about the...

As I reached our bedroom, my heart was beating so fast in my chest from the effort of climbing the stairs. I took a deep breath and began to change into the lovely summer dress that I bought the day before. It was beautiful and it sat perfectly on me, flowing down my little curves.

I stood on my crutches in front of the mirror, looking at myself but through the gaze of a sexual fetishist, through Jay's eyes. I examined everything from my pink cast off the floor, my crutches, my perky breast with very hard nipples and sexy curves while leaning on my crutches.

I was experiencing a shift in perspective, seeing this experience through the eyes of a caster. The lovely summer dress ended at the knee, exposing completely my cast. The realization of any pretenders that pushes the limits dawned on me that it might be challenging, if not impossible, to retreat from this runaway train.

As I let my gaze wander over my body, the feminine dress, the sunlight streaming through the large bedroom window, and the partial immobilization of my right leg created a unique blend of warmth and sexual sensations.

Looking at myself in the mirror on my crutches, my eyes dropped to my pink cast, prompting memories of Emily's broken leg a few years back. I couldn't help but remember how I found it strangely attractive, how at the time her various medical leg casts had aided in healing her fractured leg. It was, after all a situation I had been directly responsible for. Emily's ability to open up to me about her fetish where she was sexually attracted by cast and crutches opened my eyes to a brand new world.

If I was to describe how I felt being a 40 something mom in a leg cast for the first time I would say that my body felt relaxed and the cast made me feel protected and delicate. I began to feel a strong attraction to this persona of mine with the cast and crutches, and I couldn't help but imagine how Jay would react to me in this lovely dress looking sexy and so sensual.

I was growing more accustomed to the cast, and even the crutches were becoming easier to handle. Feeling a surge of confidence, I decided to attempt the stairs, navigating cautiously on my good leg while relying on the crutches for support. Leaning against the railing, holding both crutches in one hand, my cast came in contact hard with the staircase, and an instinctual reaction escaped my lips, a slight, painful moan, similar to someone with a broken ankle.

Taking a moment to absorb the experience, I realized I was becoming this persona, and an unexpected wave of sexual arousal washed over me. It was a sensation unlike anything I had felt before, a unique blend of physical and sexual connection to the role I was playing even if my ankle wasn't broken.

Romance on a train
Part 8 to come
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