Friday, July 12, 2024
Thursday, July 11, 2024
It all started when... chapter 8
It All Started When...
Chapter 8
One sunny afternoon, as Zoe settled into her usual spot at the coffee shop, her leg cast resting on a spare chair and her crutches leaning against the table. She wore a stylish jeans skirt that ended just above her knee, giving me a good view of her bright pink cast on her leg. Her smile was infectious, but today, there was a cloud of worry dimming her usual cheer.
"Is everything alright?" I asked, sensing something was off.
Zoe hesitated before speaking, her voice tinged with apprehension. "I got some unexpected news from my doctor. It turns out, I need surgery on my ankle."
I could see the worry in her eyes, and my heart went out to her. "I'm so sorry to hear that, Zoe. What's the surgery for?"
She took a deep breath, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of her cast. "The doctor said there's some damage that hasn't healed properly. They need to go in, break my tibia and fix it to ensure I can walk properly in the future."
As she explained, It was clear she was trying to remain positive, but the fear of the unknown was evident since they were going to break a major bone.
"When do you have to go in?" I asked, my concern deepening.
"Thursday," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm a bit scared, Nathan. The thought of a surgery... it's just overwhelming."
I reached across the table, placing my hand gently on hers. She smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. We sat in silence for a moment, the hum of the coffee shop around us a comforting background noise. I couldn't help but think about the dynamic between her and Brooke, how their professional relationship had added another layer of complexity to our lives. But now, all I could focus on was being there for Zoe in any way she needed.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked.
Zoe shook her head gently. "Just being here, listening, is more than enough. But there is something I need to tell you..."
My heart skipped a beat. "What is it?"
She looked directly into my eyes, her gaze unwavering. "Brooke has been an incredible support. She's more than just my psychiatrist; she's been a friend and ...a lover. I didn't want to say anything before because of our professional boundaries, but I think it's important you know."
I nodded, understanding dawning on me. "I'm glad she's been there for you, Zoe. And I'm here for you too. We'll get through this together."
As we finished our coffee, I couldn't shake the feeling that Zoe needed more support than just words. I took a deep breath and decided to make an offer I had been considering since she mentioned the surgery.
"I've been thinking. After your surgery, you'll need a lot of help. Why don't you move in with Brooke and me for a while? We have the space, and it would make it easier for you to recover."
Zoe's eyes widened in surprise, and she blinked, processing my offer. "Nathan, I don't know what to say. That's incredibly generous, but I don't want to be a burden."
"You wouldn't be a burden at all, you're a dear friend, and we want to help you. Brooke and I both care about you deeply. Besides, it'll be easier for you to manage with us around to assist."
Zoe looked down at her cute pink cast, then back at me, her eyes shining with gratitude. "I... I think that would be wonderful. Thank you, Nathan. I really appreciate it, especially since I'll have to get used to having a full leg cast this time."
I couldn't help but stare at her cast, my mind drifting into a mix of concern and fascination. The thought of Zoe in a full leg cast stirred something in me, an unexpected fantasy that I couldn't quite shake off. I found myself stealing glances at Zoe's leg, imagining the possibilities. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it. My sexual desire for her grew stronger, and I found myself fantasizing about her more and more in a full leg cast.
The following days flew by in a blur of preparations. Brooke and I rearranged our home to accommodate Zoe's needs, making sure she would be comfortable and have everything she needed for her recovery. Brooke in her wheelchair moved gracefully through the rooms, her presence a steady source of support and encouragement.
The day of Zoe's surgery arrived, and I found myself pacing the waiting room, anxiety gnawing at me. Brooke, dressed in yoga pants and a tight t-shirt, wheeled up to me, her expression calm and reassuring.
"She's going to be fine," Brooke said, her voice soothing.
Hours later, Zoe emerged from surgery, groggy but in good spirits. I watched as the nurses wheeled her into her hospital room, my heart swelling with relief at the sight of her.
Zoe looked so lovely in her hospital bed, her leg elevated and in traction. The pins and traction held her broken ankle in place, a stark reminder of the seriousness of her injury. But despite the medical equipment, Zoe's spirit remained unbroken.
"Hey, there," I said, approaching her bedside.
Zoe smiled weakly. "Hello."
I took her hand, gently rubbing my thumb over her knuckles. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I've been hit by a truck," she joked, wincing slightly looking at the metal poking through her ankle and lower leg.
Day's later Zoe's leg was placed in a full-length white cast, from mid-foot to thigh, bent at an angle that left no doubt it was a non weight bearing cast. She looked at it...
"Well, I guess I won't be hiking anytime soon," she joked.
Zoe arrived at our home, on her crutches despite the cumbersome full leg cast now protecting her leg and ankle. The cast was white, pristine and striking against her tanned skin. She looked beautiful as she crutched through the doorway, Brooke led the way in her wheelchair on the ramp, moving with her usual elegance and poise. I stared at the two beautiful women before me. Brooke's effortless navigation of her wheelchair and Zoe's rhythmic movement on her crutches created a captivating contrast. The house seemed to buzz with their unique energy.
My eyes linger on her long white cast, emphasizing the length and shape of her sexy leg.
"Thank you, guys," Zoe said, her voice warm but tired. She paused, leaning slightly on her crutches, and gave me a grateful smile. Brooke turned in her wheelchair to face Zoe, her eyes full of compassion.
"Let me show you to your room. We've made sure everything is ready for you."
"Thanks again, Brooke. I really appreciate this." I followed them with my eyes as Brooke led Zoe down the hallway. Zoe was so natural on her crutches, beautiful and each movement very graceful.
The next morning she woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside her window. She stretched, feeling the familiar ache in her ankle. She looked down at her beautiful long white cast and while running her fingers over the surface she noticed me in the corner of the room smiling at her. She kicked off the blankets and swung her good leg over the side of the bed..
She smiled at me without saying a word, she caressed her good leg, feeling a shiver of pleasure run down her spine the higher she went between her leg and cast. She lifted the hem of her nightgown, revealing her bare breasts. She cupped them in her hands, teasing me, teasing her nipples until they were hard and aching. She closed her eyes and I imagined it was my lips and tongue on her hard nipples, I knew exactly how she wanted to be touched.
She slipped her hand under the waistband of her panties and...,
It all started when
Part 9 to come
K
Wednesday, July 10, 2024
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
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