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It all started when...chapter 6
It All Started When...
Chapter 6
I move lower, my tongue tracing the outline of her panties. I can feel the heat radiating from her vagina, the scent of her arousal driving me wild. I hook my fingers into her panties and pull them down, revealing her smooth, shaven mound.
I kiss her inner thighs, teasing her as I move closer and deeper. She moans and squirms, as she begs for more. I oblige, my tongue darting in and out, I lick and suck her clit, my fingers exploring her as I bring her closer and closer to the edge. She moans and cries out, I can feel her muscles clenching around my fingers, her juices flowing freely.
"Oh God, yes!" she cries out, my penis throbbing with anticipation.
I move between her legs, I look into her eyes and thrust into her, hard and deep. I start to move, my hips bucking as I drive myself deeper and deeper into her. She moans and cries out, her nails digging into my back as she surrenders to the pleasure. I make love to her hard and fast, our bodies slapping together as she comes with me.
As days turned into weeks, I found my thoughts increasingly occupied by Zoe. The image of her gracefully navigating life on crutches and in her pink cast, was imprinted in my mind. Each morning, I woke up with a sense of anticipation, eagerly awaiting our next meeting.
During my quiet time, I would often catch myself smiling, lost in thoughts of Zoe. The sound of her laughter, the sparkle in her eyes, tall and sexy and her cast all played through my mind like a beautiful, irresistible lover she was becoming. I couldn't wait to see her again, to hear her voice, to share more moments together and yes to make love to her. My feelings for her were growing stronger, and I knew that our connection was becoming something truly special.
As I remember Brooke and Zoe sharing their goodbyes with a passionate kiss, a mix of emotions swirled inside me. We have a very open marriage, but I can feel that Brooke has a secret. Zoe's presence had added a new dynamic to our lives, one that both excited and intrigued me.
Sitting in one of her wheelchairs, I admired Brooke's long legs in black pantyhose with her 5 inch high heel pumps. She was just back from work dressed in an elegant outfit. I couldn't help but be very attracted to her and her wheelchair. That was possibly my second most important sexual fetishes, lovely long but crippled legs.
Suddenly, one of her heels slid off her foot, landing on the carpet with a soft thud. I quickly reached over, picking it up and gently placing it back on her left foot. Our eyes met, a silent understanding passing between us while I caressed her long leg.
"You're always so attentive," Brooke remarked with a smile, her hand resting on my leg.
"What's on your mind?"
I hesitated for a moment, then decided to share my thoughts. "I was just thinking about Zoe's cast and crutches. I wonder what it would look like on your lovely leg."
"I had a feeling that's where your mind was wandering."
"It's not that I want you to be injured, Brooke. It's just... I remember so clearly when you broke your ankle...I find myself drawn to that aspect of Zoe's life, and I can't help but wonder."
We sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the unspoken bond between us stronger than ever. I knew that Brooke was the love of my life, and I was grateful for every moment we shared together.
The next day, as sunlight streamed through the windows of Brooke's clinic, she prepared for her next patient. Dressed in a stylish pencil skirt, white blouse and black pantyhose, Brooke's 5-inch heels added a touch of sexiness to her presence in her wheelchair. Despite the professional setting, she had an unspoken history with her next patient , a connection they had kept hidden for the sake of professionalism. Anticipation mingled with real sexual attraction as she awaited her arrival.
When Zoe entered her crutches thumping softly against the tile floor, her cast leading the way, their greetings were warm, Brooke couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Zoe moved gracefully on her crutches, her long legs emphasized by the cast, the perfectly shaped pink cast. As they settled into conversation, Brooke gently steered the discussion toward a personal matter.
"I appreciate our professional relationship, Zoe. But I feel it's important to address something personal," Brooke began, her voice steady yet compassionate.
Zoe's eyes flickered with apprehension. "Of course, doctor. What's on your mind?"
Brooke chose her words thoughtfully. "Your connection with Nathan and me as his wife and your psychiatrist, I want to ensure that boundaries are respected at all times."
Zoe moved gracefully towards her sexy doctor, her crutches supporting her weight with ease. Brooke's eyes were drawn to Zoe's long legs totally visible in her short skirt and leading up to the cast that covered her lower leg. A devilish smile crossed Zoe's face before she composed herself.
"I understand and I totally agree, I worked so hard to control myself to stop injuring myself, breaking bones...accidentally."
She stopped in front of Brooke, close enough that their knees were almost touching. Carefully, she lifted her cast and rested it against Brooke's crippled leg, feeling the fabric of her skirt against her exposed toes at the end of the pink cast. Brooke sucked in a breath as she saw the cast on her leg, she wanted to lick those toes so bad. It was also a reminder of Zoe's injured ankle, she reached out and took Zoe's hand, squeezing it gently.
"Nathan is a wonderful husband, and our relationship is paramount to me. I wanted to discuss this openly to ensure clarity since I know how he feels about seeing you on crutches and in this leg cast. He has...a hard time resisting you."
Zoe leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Brooke's ear. "I know, I've been thinking about this all the time," she whispered, her breath hot against Brooke's skin and not clarifying what this is that she is thinking about all the time, me, Nathan or both.
"I appreciate your honesty, doctor. Our conversations have always been respectful, and I assure you, I have NO intention of overstepping." She kinda lied.
The sight of Zoe's long healthy legs and pink cast moving gracefully on her crutches contrasted beautifully with Brooke's poised elegance in her wheelchair. Both women were uniquely lovely in the way they moved around the world.
Brooke shivered at the sensation of the younger woman so close to her. She leaned back in her wheelchair, pulling Zoe with her. They were close now, their breasts almost touching. Brooke could feel the heat radiating off of Zoe, and she knew that Zoe could see Brooke's erect nipples bursting through the fabric of her blouse.
"Zoe, there's something I'd like to share with you," Brooke's voice soft, filled with sexual tension.
Zoe's eyes met Brooke's, pure attraction reflected in her gaze. "Of course, Dr. Brooke. I'm here to listen." She said smiling, reversing the roles.
She reached up and cupped Zoe's face, pulling her in for a deep, passionate kiss. Zoe dropped her crutches and responded eagerly, her lips parting to allow Brooke's tongue to explore her mouth. Taking a moment to gather her thoughts after that hot and long kiss...
"It's been years since I lost the usage of my long legs, years of navigating life from a wheelchair, of facing the physical challenges head-on and...."
Zoe stopped her and said...
It All Started When...
Chapter 7 to come
K
Saturday, July 6, 2024
It all started when... chapter 5
It All Started When...
Chapter 5
Saturday evening arrives, and I find myself pacing the living room, a mix of excitement and nervousness churning inside me. Tonight, Zoe is coming over for dinner, and I can't help but wonder how the evening will unfold. As I prepare the final touches, I share my excitement with Brooke, who is equally curious about meeting the intriguing young woman I've been talking about, she could be the one.
Brooke is always elegant and poise, wheels into the kitchen, her modern stylish wheelchair moving smoothly over the hardwood floors. She's dressed in a chic black dress that hugs her curves perfectly, paired with her favourite Christian Louboutin Renee Glitter Sandals, which she adores even though she can't walk or even stand in them anymore. Her hair is styled in soft waves, and her makeup is flawless, highlighting her natural beauty.
"Everything looks wonderful, Nathan," she says, her voice warm and reassuring. "I can tell you've put a lot of effort into this."
"Thanks, I just want everything to go well. I'm really looking forward to you meeting Zoe. She's... special."
Brooke raises an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Special, huh? You've mentioned her quite a bit lately. I'm curious to see what all the fuss is about."
"You'll see. She's intelligent, passionate about her work, and just a really engaging person. I think you two will get along great."
Brooke nods, her eyes twinkling with interest and something else. "I'm sure we will. It's always nice to meet someone who can captivate you the way she seems to."
I finish setting the table and take a moment to admire our home. It's warm and inviting, a reflection of the life Brooke and I have built together. The walls are adorned with photos from our travels and mementos from the years we've shared. Brooke wheels over to me, her hand gently touching my arm.
"Relax, Nathan. It's going to be a lovely evening. Just be yourself." I take a deep breath, grateful for her calming influence. "You're right, as always. Thanks, Brooke."
Just as I finish lighting the last candle, the doorbell rings. My heart skips a beat, and I glance at Brooke, who gives me an encouraging nod. "Go on, let's welcome our guest."
As I open the door, Zoe stands there, balancing gracefully on her crutches. She's wearing a very short black cocktail dress that compliments her blonde hair and makes her blue eyes sparkle. Her injured ankle in its pink short leg cast, non-weight-bearing and is in full display. Same thing for her other shapely long leg, and I can't help but admire how beautiful she is standing on her 4 inch stiletto pump. Very daring.
"Hi, Zoe, come on in. It's great to see you."
"Hi, Nathan, thank you for inviting me."
Zoe is so graceful on her crutches and that's from her experiences on them, her long legs moving rhythmically, her pink cast catching the light. Each step is deliberate and she knows how much I love her legs and cast, her movements are pure sexual attraction to me and also Brooke. My wife watches her, mesmerized by Zoe's poise and the striking contrast of her pink cast following the contour of her leg and foot and my wife's long crippled legs. Both women, uniquely lovely in their own ways, move with an air of confidence that fills the room.
"Zoe, this is my wife, Brooke," I introduce, feeling a swell of pride as I see Brooke's welcoming smile.
"It's so nice to meet you, Zoe," Brooke says, extending her hand. "Nathan's told me so much about you. How's the broken ankle?"
"It's wonderful to meet you too, Brooke, hopefully this time it's not broken and I think it might be finally healing. Thank you for having me over."
Brooke's wheelchair glides smoothly as she gestures for Zoe to join us at the dining table. Zoe, balancing gracefully on her crutches, smiles warmly at Brooke, her eyes admiring my wife's elegantly dressed legs and the high heels she wears despite sitting in her wheelchair.
"Please, make yourself comfortable. Dinner is almost ready," Brooke says with a welcoming smile.
Zoe navigates her way to the table, her movements confident despite the danger from her high heel pump while on her crutches. She eases herself into a chair, positioning her crutches neatly beside her. Both women share a moment of mutual admiration that fills the room with warmth and ease. Brooke watches, her eyes drawn to Zoe's long legs and the bright pink cast.
"So, Zoe, Nathan mentioned you're a PhD student. What are you studying?" Brooke asks, her interest genuine.
"I'm focusing on environmental science," Zoe explains, her passion evident in her voice.
As they continue to chat, I watch with a sense of satisfaction. Brooke's natural warmth and intelligence blend seamlessly with Zoe's enthusiasm and passion. The connection between them is instant, and I can see Zoe is just as captivated by Brooke as she is by me.
By the time dessert is served, the three of us are laughing and sharing stories like old friends. The warmth and camaraderie in the room make me feel optimistic about the future and the special bond that is forming between us.
Brooke reaches out and gently touches Zoe's hand. I watch the interaction, feeling a deep sense of love for both women. Zoe's intelligence and charm, combined with Brooke's wisdom and strength, create a dynamic that is captivating.
As Zoe says her goodbyes and prepares to leave, I hand her the crutches and help her stand. She smiles at both of us, her blue eyes filled with warmth and gratitude. She moves closer to Brooke and gently kisses her on the cheek, then on her red lips. Brooke returns the kiss, their connection palpable and obvious now.
Zoe then heads out the door on her crutches, giving us one last look at her long legs and the lovely pink cast.
Brooke wheels herself into the bedroom, her eyes gleaming with desire. In that stunning black dress that hugs her body in all the right places, sitting in her wheelchair she is so attractive.
"Help me undress, will you?" she asks, her voice soft.
I nod, feeling a surge of excitement as I approach her. As I help her undress, she tells me about our encounter with Zoe. "She could really be the one Nathan and she's so sexy on those crutches, in that pink cast," she says, her eyes glazing over with lust. "I can't stop thinking about her... in a full leg cast next time."
I feel a twinge of excitement of the three of us together, but I push it aside. I know that Brooke and I have something special. I lean in and kiss her, my tongue exploring her mouth as I taste the remnants of Zoe's lipstick. That kiss between them was special.
"I love you Brooke," I whisper, my hands roaming over her bare skin. I helped her transfer to our bed, our bodies entwined as we explored each other's bodies. My fingers tracing the curve of her lovely breasts.
"Would you like to see me in a leg cast again?," she replies, her voice dripping with sexual desire "like your younger sexy lover?"
I move down her body, my mind going back to Brooke's broken ankle, my lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I kiss her neck, her collarbone, her nipples, teasing her as I go. She moans beneath me, her hands gripping the sheets as she surrenders to the pleasure.
"Yes I would, long, full leg cast...pink..."
I move lower, my tongue tracing the outline of her panties. I can feel the heat radiating from her vagina, the scent of her arousal driving me wild. I hook my fingers into her panties and pull them down, revealing her smooth, shaven mound.
It All Started When...
Chapter 6 to come
K
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