Physical therapy with benefits

I'm recovering from a fractured femur due to a car accident. My leg is basically held together by a rod, plate, and screws. It's been painful, but I'm on good pain meds and have insurance to get a therapist to come out and do physical therapy on me. It's been nice getting home health care, as getting around has been nearly impossible.

My therapist, Mike, is a younger guy in his late 20s. He's handsome and fit with good muscle tone. He's very kind and a good listener. He has been helping me with some simple stretches, flexes, and range of motion activities. I'm a bit embarrassed about it, but I really like his attention. It is a dirty thrill, but I get really turned on when his hands are on me and his voice is giving off that ASMR type of vibe. It puts me into a different zone.

I've been wearing loose running shorts since the accident, since pants are too restrictive and hard to get in and out of. I don't even bother with panties, since I'm housebound. When Mike has been over to do therapy and help me with leg stretches, I know that he has gotten a look at my pussy, as my shorts don't hide much and it's easy to see inside when my leg is up. I know where his eyes have been directed. I'm 51 and pretty average looking, but have nice thick hips and ass, along with a really fucked up leg.

That all got me thinking. Would he help me in other ways? I knew it was crazy, and for a while I kept my scruples, but I finally asked him if he "did benefits." He looked at me like I was nuts. He's smart and knew what I was asking. He said he could lose his job, get sued, and that he was married on top of it. I replied, "No one has to know, and what does being married have to do with it?" It would just be nice.

I took off my shorts and put his hand on my pussy. He put a finger in and I was already wet for him. He let out a deep, conflicted sigh, and said, "You can't tell anyone about this." I said I wouldn't. He undid his pants.

He was really careful not to put pressure on me, as I was injured, but from the moment the bulbous head of his cock parted my lips all I could say was "I'm feeling better already." He fucked me slowly, asking me if I was doing all right. Oh yes, I most certainly was. We fucked for a few minutes and came at the same time. It was an intense experience to do that together. Very bonding.

He seemed a little nervous afterwards, but I thanked him for coming over. We made another appointment for a few days later. We finished that session too with another wonderful fuck. I think it might be a regular thing now. I look forward to it.

My husband has noticed that I'm in an especially good mood after my therapy sessions, but he has no idea why.

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