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It all started when... chapter 9
It all started when...
Chapter 9
She smiled and slipped her hand under the waistband of her panties looking for her clitoris already swollen with desire. She began to rub slow circles, her other hand all over her new cast, moaning softly as the pleasure built. She imagined a man's tongue on her, I imagined mine licking and sucking her clit until she came hard.
She slipped a second finger inside herself, feeling her wetness coat her fingers. Pleasing herself harder and faster. She moaned louder, unable to contain her pleasure.
"You like watching me Nathan? Your broken lover masturbating"
Zoe's eyes grew even wider, and we both saw Brooke in her wheelchair in the doorway, watching her, watching us. Zoe blushed, but didn't stop and I was speechless.
"Come here," Zoe moaned, her voice pleading with sexual desire.
Brooke wheeled herself over to the bed, her eyes fixed on Zoe's hand between her cast and long leg.
"I've been listening to you moan," Brooke said, her voice low and needy.
Zoe reached out and grabbed Brooke arm with her dripping fingers, pulling her closer, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss. Zoe's fingers never stopped moving, and Brooke moaned into her mouth.
"I want you," Zoe said, breaking the kiss. "I want you to make me come."
Brooke nodded, her eyes glazed with desire. She reached down and slipped her hand under Zoe's nightgown, she began to rub slow circles, matching Zoe's rhythm. Zoe moaned, throwing her head back. She spread her cast and leg wider, giving Brooke better access. My wife took the younger woman broken ankle in it's cast between her own legs and then she slipped a finger inside Zoe, literally fucking her slow and deep right in front of me.
"Oh god Brooke, it's my broken tibia you are rubbing against..." Zoe moaned in some pain while smiling. I had to rub myself after that.
That didn't slow Brooke down, she added a second finger, going harder and faster. Zoe's moans grew louder, filling the room.
"I'm so close," Zoe said, her voice strained while her own hand grabbed Brooke's left crippled foot and kissed it, squeezed it hard.
Brooke redoubled her efforts, Zoe's back arched off the bed as she came, her moans echoing through the room. My wife slipped her fingers out and brought them to her mouth, sucking Zoe's juices off with a satisfied smile. The sexy young woman just smiled at first.
I watched in awe as Brooke brought Zoe to orgasm right in front of me. The sight of their bodies intertwined, the sounds of their moans filling the room, it was all so erotic. I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as I watched them like never before.
The sexy young woman just smiled at first, before leaning down to whisper something in Brooke's ear.
"Do you trust me?" I heard her ask, her voice low and sultry. Brooke nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation while she licked her lips. And that's when Zoe started to touch, kiss, and twist Brooke's cripple left foot, focusing on her 5th metatarsal with her fingers.
Zoe's tongue darted out, licking Brooke's left foot and ankle from heel to toe. She could taste the saltiness of Brooke's skin, mixed with the sweat from her leather heel. Zoe's fingers found Brooke's fifth metatarsal, the bone protruding slightly from the swelling. With a gentle but firm twist, she felt the bone give way, snapping under the pressure and we all heard that cracking sound.
Brooke looked in disbelief at her broken foot, but there was no denying the pleasure that would follow. She came harder than ever before, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
"Did that hurt?" Zoe asked, her voice dripping with pure innocence. But Brooke knew better. She shook her head, a satisfied smile on her face.
"No, it looks amazing, I will need a cast Doctor Zoe" she said, her voice barely above a whisper. And that's when I realized that I was still hard, my penis straining against my pants, this young woman was in total control.
I was unable to speak. I was still in shock from what I had just witnessed.
"I want you to join us," Zoe said, her eyes locked on mine while Brooke kept rubbing the white cast over and over and staring at her own broken foot.
"Brooke, is it ok if I want Nathan inside me?" She asked.
"Yes"
I hesitated for a moment, but the desire in Zoe's eyes was too much to resist. I nodded, and Zoe pulled me closer. My hands and mouths exploring every inch of her body. Her moans grew louder. I slipped inside her, feeling her tightness and warmth surrounding me. We moved together, our bodies perfectly in sync. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, but I held back, wanting to make this moment last as long as possible until.
"Cum inside me now," Zoe ordered me, her voice barely above a whisper.
That was all it took.
"I think it's safe to say that Zoe is the one," Brooke said, a smile in her voice.
I nodded, unable to speak. I knew that Zoe was here to stay.
The next day, I woke up to the sound of Zoe and Brooke talking in the kitchen. I got dressed and joined them, my mind still foggy from lack of sleep, but I was quickly starting to wake up when I saw them....
"Good morning," Zoe said, smiling at me leaning on her crutches wearing only a stylish Gucci GG Supreme Embroidered Lingerie Set and her lovely long white cast.
"Morning," I replied, my voice hoarse, unable to stop staring at her, she simply looked perfect until I heard Brooke wheelchair.
She slowly rolled towards me in very similar panties, bra and one 5 inch stiletto heel, only one was needed with her broken foot and lower left leg in a red cast. OMG the cast was perfect and very high on her lower leg... Smiling, my wife looked like an injured, crippled and sexy Victoria Secret model in her wheelchair.
"I love you," I said, looking at Zoe's sexy long cast and Brooke's perfect short leg cast and her crippled legs and heel.
"I love you too," Zoe said, her voice soft, crutching slowly towards her bedroom, what a view from behind.
"I love you both, but my broken foot is killing me" Brooke added, her voice filled with sexual emotion rolling to our bedroom.
What a visual statement from both women.
Brooke and I sat down one evening, and I wondered what my wife had in mind for our next steps with Zoe. Those two lovely ladies, Zoe and Brooke, had become such an integral part of my life. As I watched Brooke navigate gracefully in her wheelchair and Zoe on her crutches, I realized how much they meant to me. Brooke and I decided it was time to introduce Zoe to our friends, as we knew she was the one for us.
"We should plan a party," Brooke suggested, her eyes twinkling with excitement. I agreed, knowing this would be a perfect opportunity but what did Brooke have in mind with that party.
It all started when...
Conclusion to come
K
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
