10 year wait...

Jill and her husband Brian have been married for 10 yrs now. They have two gorgeous children aged 5 and 7 and live in their dream house in the inner city. Both in their late 30’s have enjoyed the ups and downs of marriage, but one thing they have both enjoyed is their shared passion for sprained ankles. Jill loves to feel her ankle swell, and crutch around showing her naked foot and toes. Soaking in all that attention from her husband and other random strangers that come to her aid. Brian being a long time sprain fetishist loves everything about it, and loves nothing more than to take care of his wife when she has a sprained ankle.

Jill has had several sprains. She has sprained her right ankle 5 times. All were grade 1 or 2 sprains except for the 4^th time she sprained her right ankle. It was some 12 yrs ago now when the couple were on holidays. They were walking a bush trail and Jill missed placed her right foot resulting in a grade 3 sprain. The doc told her that she had a 75% tear of the anterior talo fibular ligament and a 20% tear of the Calcaneo talo fibular ligament. He advised her that she shouldn't wear high heels with a heel height greater than 2” as her ankle would be noticeably weaker and possibly cause another serious sprain.

 Years after this they had their children and Jill took time of work to look after the kids and raise them. Over these 10 yrs there surprisingly has been no real sprains for Jill. They did some rec sprain role playing as much as they could but as anyone with kids would know, spare time is limited and spare time alone is even more limited.

A much needed long weekend is approaching and whilst laying in bed on the Monday night Jill rolls over to Brian and makes a suggestion.

“Maybe we should get your parents to look after the kids this weekend so we can have some alone time.”

Brian excited by the idea, agrees straight away. “I’ll ring them tomorrow and organize it honey.”

Friday arrives and the both of them are excited about their long weekend together. Brian’s parents arrive on Friday afternoon to pick up the kids which leaves them without children til Monday afternoon.

They wave goodbye as they pull out of the driveway and head down the road. They only live 30 mins away.

Jill and Brian go back in the house. Brian looks to Jill and says, “well I made us a reservation at your favorite seafood restaurant tonight at 7”. Jill smiles, “oh yummy, you sure know me well honey”, with a cheeky smile on her face.

“Ok well I better start getting ready then.”

Jill heads off to the shower to get ready for their dinner date. Brian fetches a few supplies from the wardrobe thinking this would be a great opportunity for some role play. He grabs the crutches and a bandage and air cast stirrup. He places them on the bed. He makes his way to the bathroom and jumps in the shower just as Jill gets out. Brian gets out and gets dressed for the night, then grabs a beer from the fridge and checks on the football score while Jill finishes her make up and hair.

About 30 mins later Jill finishes up, she puts on a tight little dress that goes down to her knees. Her slim figure making her look stunning in that dress. She grabs a pair of black pantyhose from her draw and takes a seat on the bed to put them on. She notices all the stuff on the bed, and ponders a thought for a moment.

She gets up after putting on the pantyhose and opens her wardrobe. She tussles through the back looking through a few boxes she has tucked away.

Mean while Brian now realizing it’s almost time to leave, heads to the room to find Jill digging through the wardrobe.

“Found them”, Jill exclaims from deep in the wardrobe. Brian walks in, “What did you find honey?”

Jill turns around in her hands she is holding her favorite 4” low cut stiletto red pumps. They are low on the arch side so that you can see her arch as she walks and about ¼ inch on the outer side to the heel part.

Brian’s eyes light up as Jill makes her way to the bed to put them on. She slides the left on and then the right, rubbing her hands over the shoes. She looks up at Brian, “ What do you think dear?”

“Amazing honey”, as many thoughts bounce around in Brian’s head at 1000mph.

Jill stands up and takes a few steps, looking at her self in the mirror. She turns on the spot and takes a few more steps. Brian watches as her right ankle shows signs of weakness, slightly rolling in and out as she takes every step. Jill grabs a handbag that matches her shoes and then makes her way back to the bed grabbing the crutches that were resting next to the bed.

“Here honey, you better pack these in the car incase we need them later.”

Brian reaches out to grab the crutches and smiles, knowing that this night is most likely going to end in some form of sprained ankle.

They make their way to the car, and Brian packs the crutches into the trunk and then they head off to the restaurant. They arrive at the restaurant which is located on right in the city center. They find a car park in and under ground car park just 1 level down.  They take the lift up to the ground level, and exit onto the street. The restaurant is about 50 meters down the road. They make their way down the road holding hands, Jill looking amazing in her dress and 4” heels. Brian looks down at Jills right ankle as she strides forward, her ankle becoming increasingly more unsteady.

“How’s the ankle feel honey?”

She looks at him with a grin, “ Its getting a little sore and starting to feel weak.”

Brian smiles back and they continue to the restaurant. They are seated at a window over looking the city and take in the views along with a glass of red wine. They enjoy some discussion over dinner and talk about how good it is to have some quality time alone. Jill finishes up and excuses her self to go to the powder room before they leave. She exits the table and Brian watches as she meticulously weaves her way through the tables. Her ankle now starting to show more signs of weakness. A few minutes later Jill heads back to the table, Brian watches as she moves her way around the tables and chairs, her ankle becoming more unstable every step. Jill is two steps from the table when her right ankle rolls outwards a little. She stumbles but catches her footing. Brian’s eyes almost pop out of his head watching this happen. She reaches the table, “ Are you ready to go dear?”

“Yes honey we can fix up the check on the way out.” Brian places down his napkin and gets up from the table grabbing the check in one had and holding Jill’s hand with the other. They pay the bill and exit the restaurant for the 50 meter walk back to the car. With every step her ankle gets weaker, now visibly wobbly ever time she takes a stride. She leans into Brian and whispers in his ear, “

Its getting very weak dear.”

Brian smiles in enjoyment.

About 10 meters from the car park ground level, Jill’s ankle starts to become very unstable, her ankle starting to rock quite violently with every step. She lets go of her grasp of Brian’s hand and starts to walk by herself next to him. Brian’s thoughts going wild as he watches her ankle grow unstable every step. They reach the ground level car park with out incident. Jill very surprised her ankle hasn’t given way yet albeit very unstable, she looks for options. She notices a stairwell next to the elevator.

“Lets take the stairs dear”, she suggests to Brian.

“Ok then,” he replies.

She starts at the top of the steps, walking by herself one step ahead of Brian. There are two flights of stairs to the lower lever, 10 steps in each flight with a landing in the middle. She holds the railing with her left hand and steps down with her right foot first. Her ankle wobbles under the pressure. Followed by her left foot and then her right again. This time her ankle rolls a little. She stumbles a little bit and gains her composure. “Ooh I felt that one”, she exclaims to Brian.

She continues down again, left, then right then left then right again. Her right foot lands on the landing between the two flight of stairs her ankle, rolls out a little again. “Arrgghh she moans, Its getting extremely weak now Brian.” Brian can barely hold in his emotions at this stage. Becoming intensely aroused with every step he watches.

“Let me go in front of you dear”, he suggests not wanting her to take a tumble down a whole flight of stairs.

Jill maneuvers to the top of the next flight of stairs, and Brian positions him self two steps down, looking back up at her to catch her if required. She lets go of the railing and steps of onto her left followed by her right then her left and then her right again. The second step on her right her foot causes her ankle to roll outwards again slightly twisting further than before. Jill lets out a moan as she stabilizes her self on the step. She looks down at Brian who is two steps in front of her and looking up wards, “ Go to the bottom dear and get ready.”

Brian descends to the bottom and turns around, planting his feet firmly on the ground. Jill takes a breath, “Ok honey on the second step on my right foot my ankle is going to give out so get ready to catch me.”

She smiles lets go of the hand railing and briskly steps off onto her left foot, then her right follows, her ankle wobbles violently as she steps to her left foot again and then her right foot hits the next step. Her toes touch the step first as her heel comes down. That stiletto tip offers no stability, her ankle wobbles in and then out violently as her weight crashes down onto her right leg. Her knee locked in straight, her foot twists under and her ankle bends at 90 degrees. A loud “POP” echos off the concrete. Jill falls forward as she looses her balance and Brian catches her in his arms. Jill reaches for her leg, her ankle sending waves of pain radiating all the way to her knee. Brian helps her to reposition onto her left foot and gently lowers her down so she is standing. She holds her right foot just resting on the ground.

“Oh Brian its hurting. I think its completely gone.”

They both stand there looking down at her ankle nestled in her shoe, covered by her pantyhose. They watch as the swelling grows right before their eyes, a golf ball that turns into a tennis ball, that continues to grow to the size of a grape fruit. Jill leans in for a kiss, as Brian draws his attention away from her ankle.

“Do you think it’s completely torn?” Brian asks.

“Oh yes. I felt the anterior ligament physically pop in my ankle and a lot of pain from the Calcaneo ligament so it must be severely torn if not completely gone as well.”

“Let me see if I can put any weight on it.”

Brian positions him self to support Jill. Jill puts her left arm over his shoulders and holds tightly. She places her right foot down just in front of her. She transfers about 10% of her weight to her right foot, her ankle offers no support and immediately wants to roll outwards and she immediately pulls away.

“That’s not going to happen. I’m pretty sure they are both completely torn. We will find out when we get home.”

“Can you get the crutches for me honey?”

“Sure dear.”

Brian helps Jill position so she is holding onto the bottom on the stairs hand rail with her left hand. Her right hand is holding under her right thigh holding her leg up keeping any pressure off her already very swollen ankle.

Brian heads over to the car and pops the trunk open retrieving the crutches before making his way back to Jill. He passes her the crutches and helps her to stabilize her self on them. The holds her right foot just of the ground in front of her with her right knee slightly bent.

She gracefully crutches towards the vehicle. The pain starting to build from having her ankle hanging down, her face begins to show some grimacing with each swing of the ankle.

They reach the vehicle and Brian opens the front passenger door for Jill. She positions herself close to the door so that she can use it for support, and hands Brian the crutches. She hops and rotates so that she can lower herself into the seat. Once seated she supports her ankle by placing her right hand under her right calf and gently positions her foot into the car resting it gently on the floor in front of her.

Brian closes the door and then puts the crutches into the trunk before jumping into the drives seat. He starts up the car, and Jill moves her hand over to his lap.

“Are you ok honey?’, Brian asks.

“I’m ok, its starting to ache a fair bit, but my shoe is feeling extremely tight so I think its putting pressure on the swelling.”

“Do you want me to remove your shoe honey?”

“Definitely not, I have to tease you when we get home first”, Jill smiles across at Brian.

Brian starts up the car heads out of the car park. The journey home isn’t too far. They arrive in the driveway of their home and Brian fetches the crutches from the trunk again, by the time he reaches Jill she is already standing up holding her right foot off the ground and using the door for support.

He passes her the crutches and she gracefully moves away from the door. Brian closes the door and follows closely behind Jill. Watching every step she takes, her right ankle the size of a grape fruit and her achilles isn’t visible anymore.

Brian opens the front door and Jill enters. They head straight for the master bedroom. Jill tells Brian to take a seat on the bed and wait for her.  

Brian watches closely as Jill crutches into the ensuite, and a few minutes later she exits wearing some very sexy lingerie that cups her breasts firmly and comes to just below her bottom. She is still wearing her black pantyhose and her 4” heels. Brian already immensely aroused is barely able to hold him self together.

He springs off the bed and flicks off his shoes and drops his pants to the floor. He makes his way over to Jill, and gently runs his hands over her sexy body, feeling every inch with his finger tips. Jill drops her right crutch and starts to run her hand down Brian’s chest. She reaches down to his rock hard schlong and takes it firmly in her hand. She gently strokes him, making him grow harder and bigger by the second.

“I think you better take your wife to the bed and assess the damage to her ankle.”

Jill smiles at Brian, who takes no time to agree. She places her right arm over his shoulders and using the crutch on her left side she slowly makes her way to the bed. Jill drops her left crutch on the floor and Brian helps her to sit on the bed. Brian supports her injured ankle in his hands and gently lifts it up as Jill pulls her self back onto the bed so that her right foot can rest down on the bed.

Brian takes Jill’s left foot in his hands and slowly works the high heel pump of her foot. He places her left foot back down, running his hands along the sole of her foot. Her black pantyhose covers her bright red toe nails, but doesn’t hide the perfect shape of Jill’s feet. Not skinny and not fat, they are just perfect. Medium arch, perfectly shaped toes and heel and her ankles are in perfect proportion with her toned legs.

Jill sits there with her legs straight in front of her and watches his every move. Brian moves his attention to Jill’s right ankle.

“How does it look honey? Describe it to me?”, Jill can clearly see her ankle but she loves to hear Brian explain what its like, they both get enjoyment from it.

“Well lets see”, Brian starts to look over Jill’s ankle.

“Well your ankle is currently very swollen on the outer side of the ankle, I think maybe 1 inche of swelling protruding outwards. The inner ankle is also starting to show a little swelling. Your foot looks like it is turned inwards on about a 10 degree angle. But I think we need to get that shoe off it looks extremely tight.”

Jill listens closely as Brian gives his initial assessment.

“Ok honey, I think its time you remove my shoe.”

Brian smiles in agreement, “I’ll need your help to hold your leg up a little while I remove the shoe.”

Jill leans forward and grabs under her knee with both hands. She gently starts to raise her knee up as Brian places one hand under her lower leg just above her ankle for support. The other hand takes hold of her high heel. He tries to remove the heel but if feels like its glued to her foot, the swelling obviously squeezing against the shoe.

He gently tries to wriggle the shoe loose, Jill’s face scrunches up as the pain radiates from her ankle. Albeit very painful she has a high pain tolerance in particular to ankle sprains due to her history with them. 

After a few seconds the grasp of the shoe releases from her foot and the heel starts to come loose. He slowly removes the shoe from her heel and then slides it forward and off her toes. Once the shoe is removed Jill continues to hold her foot up letting her foot hang down naturally. The full extent of the swelling is now very evident against the backdrop of her slim well shaped foot. Jill reaches down with her right hand and gently rubs her fingers over the huge egg on her ankle.

“I love to feel that egg on my ankle”, she comments.

Brian becomes even more aroused just by hearing Jill say that. “How about we get those pantyhose off so we can see it better?”

Jill smiles, “Oh yes please honey I can’t wait to see my naked sprained ankle.”

Brian takes the weight of Jill’s right leg and supports it. Jill starts with her left leg reaching up high into her thigh area and peels off the left leg, then she starts to work the right leg down until it reaches her knee. She positions her hands under her thigh and takes the weight of her leg as Brian continues to work the pantyhose off her right leg. He gets it down to her ankle and gently works it off past her heel and off the end of her foot. Once removed Jill’s eyes light up as she takes in the beauty of her sprained ankle. Brian gently runs his hand over her ankle, feeling every inch of the lump on the outside of her ankle.

Jill asks, “How does it feel honey?”

“It feels amazing dear.”

“Can you test it for me to see how bad it is?”

“Ok”, mark replies and then gradually helps her to lower her foot onto the bed and straighten her leg out in front of her. The first test he checks the anterior ligament. He places one hand on her leg just above her ankle and the other cups behind her heel. He applies pressure to the heel and pulls the foot forward as if he is trying to slide the sole of her foot off. Jill grasps her leg as the movement sends waves of pain from her ankle. Brian takes not of the movement in her ankle and see’s that there is about ½ inch of movement. He releases her foot back to the neutral position.

“How much movement was there honey?”

“About ½ inch”, Brian replies.

“Ok that anterior ligament is completely torn then. Can you please check the Calcaneo ligament now?”

“Ok honey, let me reposition my hands.”

Brian repositions his hands to carryout the next test. This time he holds her leg on the inner side just above her ankle, and with his other hand he grasps under her heel. He slowly starts to twist her heel inwards, similar to the motion that happens if you standup and roll your ankle outwards flat footed. He feels some resistance and her heel rotates a little more than normal but not excessive. Jill feels some pain from this test, but nothing excessive like the previous one.

Brian gently places her foot back to the neutral position and then rests it back down on the bed.

“What do you think?” Jill asks.

“Well I think there is a little more movement, maybe 50% tear.”

Jill replies, “ Umm ok well we have waited 10 yrs for this.”

Jill pulls her self to the edge of the bed and gently lowers her foot to the ground. She reaches for Brains cock and takes it in her hand and gently starts to stroke it. Brian can feel him self grow every second she works his cock. Jill gets him worked up just enough to keep him on edge and then stops.

She taps the edge of the bed hinting at him to sit down next to her. Brian lowers himself and takes a seat. Jill gently gets her self up into a standing position, standing solely on her left foot. She gently rests her right foot on the ground. Jill positions herself so that she is standing in front of Brian. She leans over him putting her arms around his neck. She starts to kiss his neck and works her way to his lips. One hand reaches down to his cock still hard from the previous tease and gently strokes it a little.

“Close your eyes honey.”

Brian Closes his eyes, Jill grabs the left crutch of the floor and gently hops to the other crutch. She crutches her way into the closet and fetches her 3” slip on pink heels. She places them down on the ground and using the crutches for support slips on the left first and then slowly works her right foot into the other.

She turns around on the crutches and faces towards the bed where Brian is sitting. She makes her way over to him gracefully holding her right foot just off the ground. She places the crutches down next to the bed and leans on Brian’s shoulders. She takes his left hand and guides it down her right leg. Brian’s eyes still closed he feels his way down her leg until he gets to the large bulge on her right ankle, and then feels down her foot until he realizes that she is wearing a high heel.

He opens his eyes and sees the cute 3” pink slip on high heel she is wearing. He instantly feels him self growing, aroused but the look of Jill’s sprained ankle in that heel.

Jill Stands up straight, and grabs brains arm hinting for him to stand up with her. Her slowly stands, while Jill continues to use him for support. She turns around and faces away from the bed. She grabs hold of Brian’s right hand firmly with hers, and takes a few deep breaths.

“Ok Honey, stay by my side.”

Brian nods; Jill looks forward and moves her right foot forward about half a step. With out even thinking she takes a step onto her right foot. Her weak ankle offers no support. She yells loudly as her body weight transfer sending her sprained ankle rolling outwards. She catches her self with her left foot immediately, while grasping Brian’s hand. The pain surges up her leg as she rests her right foot down gently on the ground half a step in front of her again. Brian shuffles forward to maintain himself by her side and with out any thought, Jill steps on her right foot again.

She moans as the pain intensifies, “oooh Goddddddd”.

She lifts up her left foot as she transfer the weight to her right. Her ankle instantly rocks outwards slamming into the carpet at 90 degrees. At that moment she feels what can only be explained as tearing a piece of cloth, from inside her ankle. As quickly as the tear starts it is finished with a loud “POP”.

Her left leg goes slamming into the floor to catch herself. Brian grabs her around the waist for support and props her left arm over his shoulders. Jill retracts her right foot and gently holds it up just off the ground.

“Its gone honey, it’s totally gone. The calcaneo ligament just snapped. Please help me to sit and get this shoe off.”

Brian supports her and she makes the two very painful hops towards the bed where she slumps down. Brian helps her to slide back onto the bed and supports her right ankle resting it gently down on a pillow. He removes the slip on shoe very easily and then looks over Jill’s ankle. He watches as the swelling grows even more, that grape fruit size lump not expanding to engulf her outer heel completely and now half her foot as well.

Jill’s fingers go to work on herself to distract her from the intense pain radiating from her ankle.  Unable to move her right leg at all due to the pain, she lays there very still teasing herself, making her self more wet.

Brian knows it would be too painful for her to move her leg into a comfortable position for sex so he fetches her dildo from the draw.

He positions himself, on her right side and turns the dildo on before slowly inserting it into her. Jill is so wet it slides in instantly. And within seconds Brian has Jill reaching climax. She grabs Brian tight as her body tingles and shakes. Her insides explodedlike never before while Brian continues to work the dildo hitting just the right spots.

“Oh yes honey, yes, don’t stop that feels so good.”

Her orgasm continues for minutes, until Brian finally stops and removes the dildo placing it down on the bed. Jill grabs hold of Brian’s rock hard cock and starts to stroke it vigorously. “Your turn no honey”

She kisses him passionately as she continues to work his cock. She whispers in his ear, “ How horny does my sprained ankle make you Brian?”

“Oh very darling, it’s amazing.”

“Imagine how weak it will be after it heels, I will have to be very careful. It could give way at any time.”

“Oh yes honey, it will be very weak indeed. I can see you having many more sprains very easily.”

Just the thought of what was to come in the next 6-8 weeks along with the inevitable future sprains, Brian cannot hold on any longer. He tenses up and explodes all over the bed sheet.

“Oooohhhhh Jill, you are so amazing.”

As she continues to stroke his cock until he has finished cumming.

Brian leans into Jill and gives her a juicy passionate kiss.

He cleans up a little, and then fetches an ice pack along with some instant freeze spray. He returns and empties the whole bottle of spray on Jill’s ankle. He makes her comfortable and props her ankle gently up a little higher before resting the ice pack down on her ankle. She lies down next to her holding her hand and wrapping his arm around her.

Jill lies there with a grin on her face thinking about the next few weeks. Aircast and crutches, Non-weight bearing for at least 4 weeks followed by several more using the crutches for support when required.

As her thoughts drift, she slowly falls to sleep……………..

The End