Tuesday, July 9, 2024
It all started when... chapter 7
It All Started When...
Chapter 7
Zoe stopped her and said "I wish both my legs were partly crippled...Alternating between using a wheelchair and being on crutches in long leg braces or walking casts, it seems so natural doctor being on crutches."
Brooke smiled, as they kissed, her hands began to wander. She ran her fingers through Zoe's hair, down her neck, and over her shoulders. Zoe let out a soft moan as Brooke's fingers brushed against her nipples, which were already hard with desire for the lovely doctor.
"I understand how you feel Zoe, I've come to see my wheelchair not as a limitation, but as a tool for empowerment," Brooke shared, her eyes meeting Zoe's once more. "It's taught me to embrace life's uncertainties, to find beauty in different situations, and to cherish every moments"
Brooke's lips were trailing down Zoe's neck to her collarbone. She nibbled gently, causing Zoe to gasp and arch her back.Her hands continued to explore Zoe's tight and lean body, sliding down her sides and over her hips to her pink cast.
"You feel and look amazing," Brooke murmured, her lips still pressed against Zoe's skin.
The young woman released a soft moan. She was beyond words, lost in the sensation of Brooke's touch. She reached down and grabbed Brooke's hand, guiding it up her thigh and under her skirt. Brooke's fingers brushed against the damp fabric of Zoe's underwear, and she knew that she was ready for her. She slid a finger inside, feeling Zoe's wetness coat her finger. She let out a loud moan, her hips bucking against Brooke's hand.
Brooke added a second finger, thrusting them in and out of Zoe's wetness. She could feel Zoe's muscles clenching around her fingers, and she knew that Zoe was close to orgasm. The young woman was out of control, her broken ankle sliding up and down the doctor crippled leg.
"Come for me," Brooke murmured, her lips still pressed against her ear.
Zoe let out a loud moan as she came, her muscles clenching around Brooke's fingers. She continued to thrust her fingers in and out, drawing out Zoe's orgasm for as long as possible.
Finally, Zoe collapsed against Brooke, her breathing heavy and her body spent. The doctor wrapped her arms around her, holding her close and whispering soothing words in her ear.
They sat like that for a few minutes, their bodies entwined and their hearts beating in sync. Finally, Zoe broke the silence.
"That was amazing, you were an amazing lover," she said, her voice filled with awe. And with that, Zoe began to explore her body once again, their desire for each other burning brighter than ever before.
I had no idea what was going on in Brooke's office but like an extra sense I felt shifts in emotions that I couldn't quite articulate. As Brooke and Zoe's interactions deepened, I found myself caught in a whirlwind of conflicting feelings, chief among them, jealousy even if I hate jealousy.
It wasn't that I distrusted Brooke or doubted Zoe's intentions. It was the subtle nuances of their connection that stirred a quiet unease within me. Each time I remembered that kiss from last Saturday, I knew I missed something.
That evening, I sat on the couch reading a work report. Brooke noticed the furrowed lines on my forehead and the distant look in my eyes, a stark contrast to my usual composed demeanour.
Brooke's voice, gentle and soothing, broke through my reverie as she wheeled closer to me.
"Nathan, is something bothering you?" Her perfect long crippled legs were encased in yoga pants, her outfit emphasizing her lovely, provocative figure. My gaze was drawn to her legs and lovely breasts, as she moved her wheelchair with ease. At the same time I couldn't help but think of Zoe in her pink cast alone at home.
"I... It's just this feeling. I can't quite shake it off." I replied, smiling at my beautiful wife. I couldn't help but feel a stirring in my loins as I took in her appearance. The way her tight t-shirt hugged her curves, the way her hair cascaded down her shoulders, and the way her eyes sparkled with pure sexual interest..
"You can tell me, Nathan. Whatever it is, we'll face it together."
Taking a deep breath, I spoke, my voice laced with vulnerability and confusion. "It's Zoe. I know there is something between you and her." I leaned in and kissed her, my lips meeting hers in a soft, lingering kiss. I could feel the heat building between us.
Brooke's eyes softened, "Nathan, Zoe and I have known each other from the beginning. She's been my patient for a long time, and we share a professional history."
"I didn't know that. Why didn't you tell me?"
Brooke's eyes met mine, her gaze softening as she took in my words. I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions from jealousy, sexual desire, and curiosity. I wanted to know more about her relationship with Zoe, but I also knew that I had to trust my wife.
"Nathan, I promise you, there's nothing going on between Zoe and me beyond our professional relationship. I care about her deeply, but it's purely platonic." She lied to me.
I nodded, taking in her words. I believed her, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something more. As if sensing my thoughts, Brooke leaned in, lifted her crippled left foot , placed it on my lap and whispered in my ear,
"But love, I have to admit, Zoe is incredibly sexy and attractive on her crutches. The way she uses her pink cast and injury, she has a certain sexual appeal that's hard to ignore."
I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body at her words. I knew that Brooke had a thing for Zoe, and I couldn't help but feel excited sliding my hands along her ankle, the same one she broke years ago. But at the same time, I couldn't deny the fact that the thought of the two of them together turned me on.
"Brooke, you're turning me on so bad," I murmured, my voice husky with desire.
She smiled, "I know. I can see it in your eyes and somewhere else... You want me, and you want Zoe in that cast. And you know what? I want both of you too." My heart raced as I took in her words.
"Brooke, what are you saying?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm saying that I want to explore this with you, Nathan. I want to see where this takes us. I want to make love to you and Zoe, to feel your bodies against mine, to experience a level of intimacy that we've never had before."
"What about Zoe? How will she feel about this?"
"I'll talk to her, Nathan. I'll explain everything to her. I know that she trusts me, and I think that she'll be open to exploring this with us."
Suddenly I fantasized... there was a knock at the door. Brooke and I exchanged a glance, both of us knowing who it was. She got up in my mind her lower leg was in a walking cast and she opened the door, revealing Zoe standing there on her crutches, her knee bent and a pink cast on her leg.
"Can I join you?" she asked, her voice filled with need.
Brooke nodded, a smile on her face. "Of course, Zoe. We want you to join us."
Zoe walked over to the bed, her crutches making a soft thud as she climbed onto the bed. She looked at me, her blue eyes filled with desire. As we began to make love, I couldn't help but think about how lucky I was. I had Brooke, a younger version, before her accident with her broken ankle, and now I had Zoe, my dream came true. The three of us moved together, our bodies entwined in a dance of pleasure and desire.
I couldn't help but moan with pleasure in my dream as I felt their bodies tighten around me. Both their broken ankles rub against me. I knew that I was close, and I couldn't wait to cum.
It All Started When...
Chapter 8 to come
K
Monday, July 8, 2024
Sunday, July 7, 2024
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
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