Life Buoy for an Amputee or an Amputee Who Is a Life Buoy? - Sex Stories

Life Buoy for an Amputee or an Amputee Who Is a Life Buoy?

... second marriage but wanted to express my sympathy for his separation from his kids. "Carl told me about the unfair restrictions and I’m very sorry you can’t be with your daughters." I put my hand on his arm for a second, "It must be hard for you and for the girls too. But love will survive time and distance…" His eyes turned sad and thankful at the same time. I retrieved my hand from his arm before he could touch it. "Thanks for your comforting words. I haven’t seen them for a half year. My life is a half one without my kids." I still do not know how I got the courage to tell him my wish to have my own children that afternoon, but it just came so naturally, "I live with one leg and my biggest dream is to be a Mom to my own kids one day. Who knows if it comes true? " During our married years John has told me several times that these two sentences decided our common future. He had thought I would be a good wife with my kitchen skills before this conversation, but on hearing my wish he got the idea he could be a daddy again with me as a good mom to our kids. He said he saw my nipples about to pierce my dress and found me so erotic he could hardly stop himself fantasizing over me. My single leg did not disturb him anymore. I recognized his intention and I directed my gaze on a fictitious speck on the ceiling so that he could stare at my bodily attributes undisturbed. He almost devoured me with his eyes. I turned my gaze back on his face and sent my sweetest smile to him. His ...

... passion and appreciation was palpable and I flushed from head to toe. Oh well, strictly speaking, to the toe of my leg. I think we both fell in love at that moment. I knew I had conquered him. We took each other’s hands. "I know you love me and I love you too!" I broke the ice. "You know very well then…" I enveloped him in my discreet pheromone cloud. The family conspiracy worked fine. Sitting on the couch with John I shot a quick glimpse at my brother conversing with Mum, glass in hand. He had clearly observed my conquest for he winked at me, suppressed a smile, and turned back to Mum. John still held my hand, "I’d like to have another set of children," he declared suddenly, "Umm, with you, I mean. Two would be fine by me, too." It sounded hilariously awkward as he said it, yet these were the words I so much longed to hear all my life, "Sure. Take them for granted. ‘Gonna be no sweat for the babies to wriggle out, not having to force open two legs, see, with mommy having only one…" I replied with a wide grin, "That’s the funniest and the most serious thing I ever heard." We laughed out loud and he squeezed my hand in an encouraging way. We told our kids later that we had actually got married because we had wanted them so much. They are very happy to know this. Sitting on the edge of the couch together, just four hours after we had been introduced, John began to plan our common future, "With the help of the family, our common firm, some friends, and my father’s colleagues, we ...