Note: The following story was suggested by a Literotica reader.
Joy finished her work for the day and glanced at the clock. She was confident that she would be able to get to her physical therapy appointment on time. It took just a few short movements to toss the last of her paperwork in her out box and gather her things. She headed to the door walking on her sore knee. She thought about the accident for a few moments as she walked and was thankful that things weren't worse.
The heel of her shoe trapped her foot for a moment as she had been caught in the escalator at the largest department store in town. She managed to free herself at the bottom of the conveyance before anything really bad happened and lost the heel of her shoe in the process. The damage came when she was on her way to the ground. Her arms were holding several packages and she pushed her arms forward to catch herself as she fell. The metal edge of the off ramp from the escalator held firm against her kneecap and seriously damaged the cartilage.
Doctors had done as much as they could. They used the least invasive operation they could do to repair the damage. The department store gave her a new pair of shoes and paid for all of the doctor bills but there was more too it than the money. Joy's leg was held immobile in a cast for several weeks while she healed up. She had to use crutches for a while and was really happy when it came time to remove the cast. That was four weeks ago.
She was encouraged to get some physical therapy and visited the therapist twice a week. Tonight was the second appointment for her that week. She was getting used to the scheduled event. Joy looked forward to seeing her new friends at the clinic and hurried along her way. The drive was easy and in only a few minutes she walked through the door right on time.
"Hi Cathy." Joy said to the receptionist.
"Hi Joy. How are you doing tonight?" Cathy said with a broad smile and a look in her eyes of concerned empathy that was well practiced from greeting patients who were at less than their very best.
"I'm doing well. Just a little soreness but things are loosening up just fine." Joy replied meaning that her knee was moving better even though it acted up when it got tired.
"Well I have some good news and some not so good news." Cathy said and put a questioning look on her face to prepare Joy for a slight change of plans.
"Okay." Joy said and paused patiently for the rest of the story.
"Mike is going to work on you tonight." Cathy said.
"I take it that is the good news." Joy said.
Mike was a six foot four beautiful man who literally lived in a gym and possessed a physique that was chiseled like a Greek god. The women exchanged glances and smiled at each other. Cathy had already answered all of Joy's questions about Mike. He was single but went out quite often with a few regular friends. He was very good at his work. Something Joy didn't need to be told about because she loved his large hands on her skin when he massaged her thigh and calf and moved her through the therapeutic movements she required.
Cathy also told Joy a little about Mike's sex life and how she knew that Mike sported a cock nine inches long and at least two inches thick. Joy listened closely as Cathy had spoken about the time that she and Mike "worked overtime" one evening and the sex they had was incredible.
Joy normally wouldn't have sat still to listen to this type of information but there were extenuating circumstances which lately peaked her interest. Joy's husband James had been after her for years to have sex with another man and come home to him with her pussy all hot and used for him to pleasure himself with. James explained that it turned him on to think of her doing really sexy naughty things with other people on the condition that she came home and told him all about it.
Joy didn't mind lately engaging in some of his fantasies but she never planned to actually do anything remotely as naughty as he wanted her to. While she was recuperating from her injury she couldn't perform in bed as they normally did. Joy was quite good in bed and James and her made love at least three times a week nearly all of their married life together. Even having kids didn't stop them for long. They loved each other and played often and openly with each other. Joy was amazed at how horny she got when the sex was placed on hold even for such a short time.
James tried to keep her contented and she found a few things that they could safely do together but nothing satisfied like the real thing. After years of asking and suggesting she relate sexy stories to him Joy relented and with a cast on her leg she watched as her words excited James right in front of her. She made up a story the first time and elaborated very little but James got so hot for her as she spoke that he masturbated in front of her and shot his load on her naked tits all from a simple story that she told.
A few day later Joy found herself at the proverbial water cooler with a co-worker discussing something that could be turned into a sexy story. Joy used her imagination that night when they went to bed and James pleasured her with his fingers in her sweet pussy as she related the story. Joy found herself getting just as excited as James and the two of them shared a loving mutual masturbation session that was hotter than some of the sex they had over the years.
The patterned continued for the weeks while she was immobile and the sex they had gained new and glorious dimensions. It was Joy who started inventing things for James to get him all hot and bothered. She early on decided that chatting with some of the women and even some of the men at work and in other social situations gave her some of the best inspiration.
Joy liked doing this after just a few attempts. She found it was easy to get them talking and was amazed that they really weren't interested in her private life. She didn't need to expose her intentions to them or share anything of a personal nature. She found that people just liked sharing sexy and naughty stories about themselves and their friends. Most of the time the events the people explained was accompanied by laughter and enthusiasm. Joy had never imagined herself like the people who told her of their adventures but learned to admire people who could be bold in private.
James came to enjoy what Joy told him and made sure she was pleasured as much as he was when she told her tales. For him it was almost like being there. She found his interest in having her relate her stories was more than selfish small prurient ones but a sharing that they had never known. The thoughts she needed to have just to relate an interesting story gradually became her own. Joy found herself healing from her knee surgery in a most interesting way. She also found out more about herself than she could ever imagine.
"So what is the not so good news." Joy said to Cathy and held her breath just a little waiting for the answer.
"Mike isn't here right now." Cathy said and paused probably just for the dramatic effect to watch Joy's face as the news sunk into her mind. "He's building a therapy room in his house and you are going to have to go over there to keep your appointment."
"Where does he live?" Joy asked feeling just a little adventurous. She had always been professional about things with everyone. It was quite new to actually be interested in where someone with whom she had had a professional relationship lived. Joy looked forward to seeing Mike again and her imagination began to encourage her feeling of adventure.
They had always had other people around when he worked with her during a therapy session. This time she would have him all to herself.
Cathy smiled with her eyes knowing that Joy would be alone with Mike for the first time as she gave directions. The women exchanged pleasantries and Joy moved through the door of the clinic on her path as explained to her.
She walked across the parking lot through the gate in the fence behind the building. Down the stone path between two houses she walked and turned to her right looking at the house numbers and the lovely mature trees which lined the quiet street. She turned right again onto the walkway up the green house with the brown trim. The knock on the door she made was not urgent or demanding but after waiting a half a minute she had to laugh at herself. The laugher came out and she pushed on the doorbell instead just as the sign under it requested.
Through the glass in the front door she could see that a light flashed inside of the house as she pressed on the doorbell. She forgot for a moment that Mike is deaf. She could have knocked on the door all day and never been heard. She stood waiting still smiling at herself.
Mike noticed the light indicating the front doorbell and dropped what he was doing to go answer it. He was dressed a bit more casually than he usually was at the clinic. The white shirt and pants were still hanging in the closet. He was dressed in a grey sweat shirt with the sleeves cut out and red gym shorts. He was barefooted and walked quickly across the glossy hardwood floors to the door.
"Hi Mike." Joy said and smiled at him as he held wide the front door for her to enter.
