Warning: This story contains elements of noncon, cheating, and blackmail. If any of these things offend you or make you uncomfortable, proceed at your discretion.
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It was a hot summer afternoon, and Rachel pulled into the driveway turning off the car.
"This is going to be an interesting couple of months," she said looking over at her husband Alan.
Letting his head fall back on the headrest, Alan exhaled loudly. "This is the first bone I've ever broken...and from something so dumb," he grumbled.
Earlier that day, he had attempted to carry a new tv for their bedroom into the house. He stumbled on the porch step and had to twist his body to save the tv. Feeling a sharp pain, he dropped the tv and fell to the ground. X-rays showed a fractured tibia, and thus Alan sat there in the car with a cast from his knee down to his foot. At 6ft tall, he had the passenger seat moved all the way back.
"Mind grabbing the crutches?" He pointed to the seats behind him.
"Of course," said Rachel leaning over to give her husband a peck on the cheek.
Once in the house, Alan was plopped on the couch. "How are you feeling?" Rachel called from the kitchen.
"Doing okay for now," Alan responded. "The pain meds are doing their job. The crutches are uncomfortable under the arms, but I'll get used to it."
Rachel walked into the room with a cold glass of water and handed it to him. "I'll order us some food, and we can just chill for the rest of the day."
"That sounds good to me," Alan replied with his casted leg propped up on the coffee table.
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Later that evening after Alan finished watching a game, they decided to turn in for the night. Moving through the house, a thud and click sound echoed from the crutches. "I really hate these things," he said as he entered the bedroom.
Rachel placed her phone on the nightstand and rolled off the bed. "I'm going to shower, baby. You going to be okay? Need help changing?"
Alan barked a laugh, "I'm not completely helpless with this thing on, but the offer is enticing." He smiled at Rachel, and she rolled her eyes making her way toward the master bathroom.
She pulled a scrunchy from her black hair, and it fell halfway down her back. Alan loved when she wore a ponytail; he told her it added to her sexiness. She peeled her shirt over her head and looked back at him. "Too bad you can't get that cast wet...shame." With that, she pushed her jeans down to her feet and stepped out of them.
Alan stared at her perfect ass as she glided into the bathroom and closed the door. "Fucking hell," he mumbled looking down at his leg.
He was laying in bed when the shower turned off. After a few minutes of blow drying, the bathroom door opened, and Rachel emerged in a white towel.
At 27, she had a deliciously firm body with no signs of sag or aging. B-cup breasts with small nipples that grew to little nubs when she was aroused were Alan's favorite features of hers. Having a petite frame, her breasts looked more prominent. A small round butt that looked amazing in jeans (or anything for that matter) was barely covered by the towel wrapped around the young wife. She had big brown eyes and a small cute nose.
Only a few months older than her, Alan had confessed his feelings at the end of their senior year of high school. After attending college together, they decided to tie the knot. Both were virgins at the altar due to their Christian upbringing. They had played around plenty while they dated, and Alan managed to convince Rachel to pull him off a few times.
Mostly their play consisted of making out and Alan obsessing over her perfect breasts. He absolutely loved pinching her nipples and feeling them respond and grow.
On one occasion, while making out in the car, he had been teasing Rachel's nipples under her bra, and she had a small orgasm. She never told him because she felt embarrassed that she could get off on just her tits being touched.
Once married they had a strong healthy sex life albeit a vanilla one. Alan would spend as much time as he could playing with her breasts until she was dripping wet. Even mostly from missionary, Rachel was able to orgasm and sometimes several times. She would ride Alan as well which he loved because it gave him access to her chest.
He had asked for blowjobs on a couple occasions, but she always felt self-conscious as she didn't think she was any good at it. She tried her best, but he always sensed her reservations and would pull her up to him guiding his respectable 6-inch cock into her pussy. He also knew she didn't care for the saltiness of sperm; so he never pushed his luck by trying to cum in her mouth. This wasn't a big deal for Alan; he loved Rachel and was satisfied with their lovemaking and her perky tits.
Rachel walked to the bed and opened up her towel. He stared at her 5ft 6in figure, and his eyes were drawn to the fleshy mounds on her chest. They had a teardrop shape with a delicious roundness on the underside that lifted her nipples.
By the time his eyes fell to the small triangle of hair above her little pussy, his cock was at full mast. Immediately he became aware of a throbbing in his leg. The painkillers were wearing off, and it was getting very uncomfortable. Not wanting to ruin the moment, he watched Rachel slide onto the bed and crawl toward him. Her breasts hung and lightly swung as she moved. His eyes locked in on her nipples, and he salivated at the thought of sucking them.
She noticed the evidence of his arousal and smiled. "Are you feeling up to this? We don't have to do anything tonight if you need sleep," Rachel said.
Alan was definitely feeling the pain in his leg, but was also lusting after his gorgeous wife and needed to feel her. "I'm fine," he said and reached over to cup Rachel's ass and pull her to him. Their lips met, and she slid her tongue into his mouth. Alan pushed himself up into a sitting position and winced from the movement.
Through their kiss, she felt him tense. "Are you sure you're okay, honey?" she said looking into his eyes.
The pain was becoming more unbearable, and he stupidly left his prescription meds back in the kitchen. The blood inflating his boner was beginning to retreat. Not wanting to relent, he kissed her again and took hold of her breasts. Squeezing and pinching them, he was rewarded with moans from Rachel, and his boner blood reversed course and swelled him again.
With a flat hand, he lifted her hanging breast and squished it against her chest. They were so soft, yet somehow retained their gravity defying shape when he released them.
She straddled him, and her head fell back as he took hold of her breasts again. She was humping him and getting lost in the sensations shooting through her body.
Suddenly, Alan's phone beeped loudly. Jumping, he instinctively reached over to the nightstand to grab it. The movement caused a shooting pain, and he mouthed "fuck fuck fuck" before exhaling slowly through his lips.
"Are you okay, baby?! What happened?" Rachel said with a concerned look on her face. She still had glassy sex eyes, but her head was clearing.
"My pain meds have worn off, and I left them in the kitchen," Alan admitted.
"Why didn't you say anything? Hang on, I will get them," Rachel said while she carefully got off his lap and the bed.
While she was gone, Alan looked at his phone. The message read "Hey bro, I should be there around noon tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you. It's been a long time. -Ollie."
"Oh shit," Alan muttered.
"What is it? The pain?" Rachel said as she came back into the room with pills and a glass of water.
"No, look at this." Alan held up the phone to her.
"Who's Ollie?" she said while looking at the phone.
"Oliver. Oliver Banning from back home in New Jersey. He reached out to me a couple weeks ago. I don't even know how he got my number. We haven't seen him since high school. Anyway, he was saying how it had been so long and wanted to catch up. We were best friends in school remember? But after graduation, he just fell off the map."
Rachel was nodding her head. "Yeah, you two were really close. He seemed nice to me and was handsome like you. Believe it or not, a lot of our classmates thought you two looked like brothers. He and I shared some classes, but I never really talked to him until you introduced me toward the end of the year. He was the best player on the football team right?"
"Hey now..." Alan interjected. "...second best player," he smiled.
"Oh, of course," Rachel laughed. "When was the last time you saw him?"
"We were supposed to meet him in the school courtyard after graduation remember? But he never showed," Alan answered.
"That's right! We had just started officially dating, and you kissed me there in front of everyone! I was so embarrassed." Rachel slapped Alan's arm playfully.
"Hey hey! Easy," Alan laughed.
"So why is he coming here?" Rachel asked.
Alan looked back down at the message. "Maybe he got the wrong idea that I was agreeing to meet him or something? I don't know."
"Well, maybe it's not a bad thing. Now you can find out what happened to him," Rachel offered.
"Yea, I remember his mom just saying that he left for college but wouldn't say where. Weird right?" Alan said shaking his head. "Are you okay with having him stay here a few days?"
Rachel shrugged, "I mean, I don't really mind. The guest room can be cleaned up. Maybe he can help with getting a new tv," she giggled.
"Okay, I'm curious to catch up with him. And being on leave from work, there's not much to do." Alan muttered and responded to the text from Ollie.
"Sorry about tonight...that we couldn't finish." Alan threw back the pills and washed them down.
"It's okay, baby. We'll just have to be careful with your injury." Rachel gave him a peck on the cheek, and they nestled into bed.
She cuddled into him, and he slipped a hand under her shirt to rest on her breast. They always fell asleep this way. Alan took comfort and pride in the knowledge that his wife's warm bosom was all his.
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The next day the married couple sat on the couch with Rachel doing her best to make Alan comfortable. It was a Tuesday, and she had taken the whole week off work to help Alan. He told her it wasn't necessary, but she insisted.
The sound of a car pulling into the driveway made them look at each other. Alan grabbed his crutches and pulled himself up. They made their way to the door and walked out onto the porch.
The door to a 1990 Oldsmobile opened with a rusty creak. A 350-pound man swung a leg out and pulled himself out of the small car.
