GETTING TO AMP II - THE LAST WALK Winter 09
Sunday of the weekend that Nancy had to decide whether she would be an amputee or a woman with a short leg for the rest of her life began much like the day before had ended. She was on the computer with her right leg bound up in simulation of the amputation she had decided to have when Brett sauntered into the studio from their bedroom with fresh coffee and toast and stood behind her chair. He reached down and kissed her neck and at the same time he gently brushed her breasts with his light, feathery fingers.
"So how does the decision you made yesterday sit with you now my sweetness?" he asked.
Nancy moaned with contentment as Brett bent down and swallowed her lips in a juicy kiss. "Mmmm, those pills work so fine at getting rid of the pain in my knee that I think I want to get back into bed and share some more of this slightly lopsided body with you."
She pushed her left leg and swung around in the desk chair. From there she was able to work her mouth inside Brett's robe for a morning kiss to one of her favorite aspects of Brett's manliness. He massaged and kneaded her back and gently pushed her closer to his body.
"Oh man I love you," Brett gasped.
Nancy's mouth and lips had Brett weak at the knees in a moment. He slumped to the floor dragging Nancy with him. She tumbled a little awkwardly because of the bulk of her stump like right leg but she landed under Brett. The two immediately coupled. He pumped his member into her juicy box. Nancy grabbed her left foot with her hands and stretched her left leg high over Brett's thrusting waist. While she was biting what she could find of his neck and shoulders her stumped leg was again bashing and bumping his left side.
The sheer carnality of the moment consumed them as they each poured their love into each other. The release, as they climaxed, was intense. The tension and stress of the last day or so had seemed to heighten their mutual pleasure.
Nancy was the first to speak. "I pray that we will still be able to consume and enjoy each other like that after I lose this leg. Thinking more about all this last night and this morning has convinced me that my decision to have my leg amputated is the right one. As I gaze at these pictures and videos this morning, I see myself there. But there's pain, and people's curiosity, and staring, and rebalancing and learning to walk again on my new artificial leg all to deal with ahead. Some of that frightens me but some stuff really intrigues me. Like I'm most curious about what new ways to pleasure each other we will discover as I heal in this new shape.
It's all so surreal Honey, laying here talking about me having only one leg. But it's going to happen. As you said last night, we'll get through it together but it's like I'm in a dream right now. Now to change the subject, here's something that struck me before you got up this morning. What if I kept dressing up throughout today and we take lots of pictures of me as a pretend amputee? And we also take pictures of me as a two legger? I was going to say 'as normal' but in about a day, "normal" for me will be life with only one leg.
Anyways, I think we have an opportunity here. Look at all those sites where pictures and videos are for sale. There aren't many with before and after shots. Yea there's that beautiful German girl Natalie who had a re-amputation of her left leg from a below knee to an above knee amputation and I think that Russian girl with no legs has several pictures of how she became more and more amputated as that disease ate her away but that's all I've seen."
Brett immediately thought that he would enjoy a day of posing and photographing his wife. And as today was likely to be the last day that she would ever walk on two legs, he also thought that the prospect of photographing her like that in as many settings as possible was a good activity anyways. But if Nancy was thinking about going public with this stuff, he wasn't so sure.
"Ahh Honey, it's an easy process to use a little Photo Shop on each image so that I'm not recognizable if that's what you mean. But that's sort of cute though. Are you afraid that someone else will like looking at what you have all to yourself? Don't you fret my little Lover Boy; we can worry about all that later. Let's get started right now."
Brett got the camera and took several shots of the scene of their latest carnal extravaganza before heading out to the kitchen to make more coffee and breakfast. While Brett was so occupied, Nancy dressed herself up as a one-legger in preparation for an interesting day ahead.
She was much less awkward on her crutches now after the few hours she had been practicing over this critical weekend. She crutched into the kitchen in a pair of belled jeans with a rolled up right pant leg and a bare foot. The folded leg hung at what they both thought was an unrealistic angle in comparison to how a stump would actually hang but it was a realistic illusion.
"Wow Honey, here we are creating an illusion of you as a one legged woman but the next time we set out to take photos like this there will be no illusion; illusion will be reality."
The hours flew by. Nancy would wear one particular outfit as her two legged self then change into her one legged mockup. She was photographed in the kitchen doing chores, in the studio working on the computer, in the living room relaxing and outside working in the garden, washing the car and getting in and out of the car. She stood, she sat, she moved in and out of scenes and she tried many different "looks" from jeans to skirts to dresses and lingerie.
