Sex with a Broken Leg

 Answer: with difficulty. 

For a start, I can’t wear normal panties, which means I can’t wear ‘Mike’ and give Emily the fucking she deserves…and asks for. I can and do use him as a dildo, but it’s not the same thing as hugging her close and kissing her while fucking her at the same time. Neither can she do me that way either. 

We can just about manage anal but for me it’s really uncomfortable. I can’t spoon behind her, and I can’t bend my affected leg out of the way for her to get proper access to me. 

So, oral then? Well, she can sit on my face which is heavenly…especially because that position always makes her squirt. She can go down on me, but I still have one leg sticking straight out which isn’t my ideal position. 

Masturbation? Well, yes, that, right now, is the most comfortable form of sex for us. We have learned to be creative with it too. 

The other night, for example, Dani was still clearing up in the kitchen when Emily plopped herself down in the chair opposite my day bed and uttered two simple words. “Watch me?” There was a whole world of….of what….urgency…question…demand…lust…all mixed up in the intonation of what she said and how she said it. Seeing Dani in the kitchen behind her added a level of naughtiness to it as well. 

Emily slowly opened her legs revealing green panties, visibly stained at the crotch. She slipped her hand under the waistband and I watched the material tent as she slowly…agonisingly slowly…cupped her sex, and her fingers began to move. Not once did her eye contact break. I saw her neck colour up and her pupils dilated. I knew exactly what her fingers were feeling, and how she feels down there when she is really wet…as she was right now. 

Her left hand tugged the crotch aside, and I saw two fingers disappear inside her which made her arch her back. Sometimes…most times… when she masturbates in front of me she does so in total silence until she cums. Other times she will talk throughout..sometimes unspeakably romantically, other times as dirty as she can, depending on how she’s feeling. This time was a ‘talkie’. 

“I can’t wait until you can fuck me again….really fuck me….fuck me like the whore I am….the whore I want to be.” Dani’s head turned sharply in our direction at the word ‘fuck’. I shot her a quick glance which received a cheeky grin in return. “I ache to have you inside me….in my cunt….in my bum. I can’t wait until you get that thing off and we can really go for it….sometimes, I have dreams about us fucking each other senseless….fingering…sucking…licking…swallowing…”

All the time her fingers were moving between her legs. It was erotic and hypnotic. 

“Wank with me. I know you want to.” It’s true…I did, but just as Emily had her back to The kitchen and therefore to Dani, so I was facing her. Fuck it. She’s seen both of us wank before. I kicked the blanket aside and spread my legs as best I could. I don’t wear panties in the house at the moment unless Dani lends me a pair of French Knickers….they’re the only thing big enough to fit over this fucking plaster. Today, I was wearing a pretty pink pair. Emily smiled cheekily. “Well…look at you wearing Dani’s panties. I bet you wish she had given you a dirty pair…a pair she’d not washed first….a pair maybe she had just cum into? Imagine that, your hole where hers has been.”

I was alarmed…Dani was right there and Emily was talking as if we were in the privacy of our bedroom. I could see Em was stroking her bum hole now and then…a sure sign that she was edging. My fingers were on my clit, and the loose, floppy ‘Frenchies’ as we call them, afforded a lovely view…and not just to Emily. Dani had stepped back into the shadows, but I could see she was still there, watching, listening.

“I’d love to watch you with her” Emily continued. “And I bet you’d love to get your long tongue up her virgin cunt. Imagine how she’d taste! You could lick her out and then come and kiss me. We could share….hey…if she’s a squirter, you could hold,it in your mouth, then kiss me. Oh wow.” Emily broke off suddenly and I saw her cum. Watching the love of my life give herself an orgasm triggered mine. 

The next day

And a new-day resolution. I’m done with this fucking day bed. I asked Dani to fold it away and turn it back into the couch. Immediately the lounge looked bigger, and once the pillows and blankets were back in the cupboard, somehow, I even felt better. “Time for your wash”…yeah…I still can’t manage that alone, and the plaster has to be kept dry. Dani lifted my sweaty t shirt up and off and washed my back from neck to foot. Then she came round to my front and did the same, but stopped at my tummy. She reached up and calmly pulled my panties (Frenchies) down. Although not meant sexily, I found it immensely erotic…particularly because Dani’s face was at crotch height. 

I stepped out of them and, like every girls everywhere, shot a quick glance into the crotch…of course, I’d cum in these last night with Emily so naturally, they were a hot mess. For the first time Dani washed between my legs. Usually she hands me the sponge, but this time it was all her. I even felt a finger brush my clit three or four times. I must admit, even though I knew it wasn’t meant sexually, it felt pretty good! “Wait there…I’ll get you some clothes.” (Huh….’wait there’….I’m hardly likely to run off.) 

She came back with one of my favourite tops a skirt and another pair of Frenchies. As I stepped into the panties, I looked down. They were pale blue, but visible on the crotch were unmistakable cum stains. She slowly eased them up my legs until I felt the crotch touch my lips….Dani’s cum stains against my sex….you know, it actually made my head swim, and I tottered a little…mainly because this was intentional. This was no sneaking a pair of her panties and wearing them behind her back. She had heard every word of last night, and had creamed these up especially for me. I stood there, adding my cream to hers. It felt so erotic I can’t describe it. When she stood up, she gave me a hug and a kiss. “There. And now, we’re going out.” 

She put me in the borrowed wheelchair and pushed me to the park in the village. Dani sat on the bench near me and we watched the world go by…not that there’s much world in our sleepy little village. 

Dani has been speaking to me much more openly about sexual matters recently. I think she’s using me as a sounding board for expressing and testing out her feelings. She knows I’m 100% unshockable, and has started to tell me about her desires and fantasies…and sometimes in very ripe language too! 

“I love it.” Her words seemed to float from her to me. “Er…love what?” 

“I love that you’re wetting up on top of where I wet up. I didn’t know how I’d feel about it, but hmm…I see what Emily was saying…it’s very erotic. In fact, I’d like to do it the other way round.” And then, as abruptly as she started speaking about it, she changed the subject. 

On the walk back, I formulated a plan. It required perfect timing, and exactly the right words at exactly the right moment. Since I’m officially ‘up’ now, I went and sat at the kitchen table with a coffee. I feel much more human, suddenly. I think maybe the whole shock of it all has worn off. I’m healing now. 

Being Tuesday, it’s laundry day. Dani does her own laundry in her flat so when she went upstairs it was to collect Emily’s. She dumped it in front of the washing machine and, fortuitously, in plain sight were the panties Em had masturbated into last night. My turn to say something unexpected.

“Dani?”

“Hmm?

“Take your panties off.”

To her credit, she didn’t refuse, although she didn’t move to obey me either. 

“Trust me….take your panties off.”

She reached up her dress and slid them down her legs. It took every ounce of self control for me not to ask for them and get myself off on them right there in front of her….but instead…

“Now…see the laundry pile? That pair of panties….right there. The green pair. Pick them up.” This time, she didn’t hesitate. 

“Ok…now turn them the right way out.” Again, instant co-operation. 

“Now…put them on.”

I knew they’d be a bit small on her, but she pulled them up tight against her. I saw her eyes close and a deep exhale through pursed lips as the material touched her sex.

“Dani, Emily orgasmed in those last night. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you did the same.

Another deep, deep inhalation and exhalation before, in a trembling voice, she mimicked Emily, both in words and inflection…

….”Watch me?”

To be continued.