“The one closest to you,” I said, flirting a bit. She looked me over slowly head to toe then laughed her beautiful laugh, and simply said, “OK.” The evening was slow so we began to talk in between her duties, just mindless banter about anything and everything. She was witty and I was smitten. She explained that she was a junior, majoring in Urban Studies, then had to explain what that was since I had no frigging idea. Luckily the place had a full bar so I could make the meal last by ordering drinks.. I kept her entertained as I tried desperately to score. Finally she asked, “You’ve been sitting here chatting with me for two hours. Are you trying to hit on me? My name’s Gail, if you’re interested.”
“I guess I wasn’t obvious enough,” I replied. “I was interested the minute I saw you. Now after talking with you, I am committed. I’m Doug. Would you consider going out with me?”
She paused with a smile on her face, then giggled and said, “Well, I get off here in another hour. Let’s go to your place, Doug, and see if you can get me off there!” And did I ever! We explored each other the entire night and all that weekend. It was the wildest sex I’d ever experienced. By Monday morning, I was in love and determined to never let Gail leave, except for classes of course. I dragged my tired body through morning rounds that day, then the outpatient clinic at OHSU. Since I was in my last tour as Senior Resident before striking out on my own …or ‘hanging my shingle’, I could direct the interns, answer questions and just try to stay awake.
That was the start of a whirlwind relationship, sex and more sex. She was an insatiable minx and I was in heaven. We married in Las Vegas, a spur of the moment trip right after I opened my Family medical practice in the near SE part of Portland. I never even thought about another woman for the ensuing nine years, that is until Mary came along.
But that incredible event with Mary was like the breaking of a huge dam. Daily now I found myself fantasizing about patients, my staff, kid’s moms and even the mail lady. I jerked off so many times in the bathroom that I felt like putting a sign on the door, ‘Masturbation in progress: Enter at your own risk.’ Six months went by and I bet I had dropped over a hundred loads of jizz in the bathroom. I was like a perpetually horny fifteen-year old and insatiable. We doubled our replacement order of hand lotion. But it was all fantasy, no more actual encounters and, as time passed, I finally began hoping that I’d dodged a bullet with Mary.
Even with all the masturbation, I had plenty of stamina after work to give Gail an erect cock to suck or hump each evening. I love to eat her cunt and she would often sit on my face with her ass on my forehead, riding my tongue like a cock to a huge orgasm. I also love her climax as she shoots a gusher of her cum that I hungrily lap up. In this position she’d stroke me perfectly. She’d begin moaning loudly as a warning that she was about to cum and then she’d stroke me hard so that we’d hit our bliss together. She’d suck me too, but couldn’t get much of my eight inch cock into her mouth without gagging. So, she’d just lick under the corona and suck the head until I came. It was great but having her jerk me off while I ate her out was the best ever.
Soon we got creative and she taught me how to properly tongue her ass, something neither of us had ever tried before. She found her climaxes were the most intense ever when I had my tongue deep in her hole, three fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy and her own hand massaging her erect clit. Gail also loved for me to shoot my load on her chest and mouth. She’d let me sit astride her and pump my glistening oiled member between her beautiful full globes with my dick head touching her lips on each up stroke. I wouldn’t last long like this and would pump gobs of cum onto her neck and lips that she’d lick up hungrily. “I love the taste of your cum,” she’d smile as she reached down to scoop it up from her chest and drop it into her open mouth.
Anyway, after Mary left that fateful day, I began the long process of waiting for the hammer to drop, fearing that today the certified letter from the State Board of Medical Examiners would arrive at my front desk. As time passed, I began to gradually relax but it was still at the back of my consciousness, almost like I needed to masturbate as much as possible now before everything dissolved in shame and ruin. So, I did.
Several months later, I had another incident that changed my life. My staff usually goes down the block to some Mexican, Chinese, Thai or KFC place for group lunch. This day, after I thought they’d all headed out, I walked into the break room to find Lynn sitting alone with head in her hands. I didn’t want to intrude but she looked up as I stood in the doorway. “Oh, hi,” she said, as if we’d just met instead of being together for over 9 years. I could see her eyes were red from crying.
“Lynn, are you all right?” I asked.
We had been pretty close, both families. Her husband, Keith, was the youngest Battalion Chief in the Portland Fire Bureau and ran a station nearby. Her two kids were grown, the oldest a software engineer at Microsoft in Seattle and the other a freshman at Oregon State in Corvallis. Gail and I often had dinner or a movie with them and found we shared tastes in wine, politics and sex, although in this area, the foursome never developed the way it could have.
After Lynn came to work with me, the house directly behind theirs came on the market and we bought it. Now we’d sit together most dry evenings on our deck or their back yard. Both husbands loved cigars and scotch, Gail drank wine and Lynn preferred tequila, although she was not a drinker and was buzzed after only a couple of shots. Then we bought a spa and now we could enjoy each other’s company in the tub. One evening, Keith told a story about how Lynn had flashed her tits to several truckers while they drove along, she laughing each time they responded with an air horn blast.
“Right,” I said. “My conservative head nurse is a flasher.”
“Oh, Doug,” she laughed. “You don’t know the half of my sexuality.” She was obviously buzzed. She shocked us as she stood up with a wicked smile, lifted her bikini top and shook her tits at Gail and me. “What do you think of these?” she asked.
“Very, very nice,” I said. I must have been drooling since Gail punched my arm and said, “Doug, put your tongue back in your face. Lynn, your breasts are beautiful. What do you guys think of mine,” she stood and completely untied her top to let her C-cup breasts loose. Both of us had sudden boners but it was still too light outside to proceed further, so we continued to drink and talk as our wives soaked topless. I could see Keith rubbing his cock under the water and I did too. That happened last summer and was a treat never yet duplicated, although Keith and I kept hoping.
“Oh, I’m OK, I guess,” Lynn sighed. “Actually,” she continued after a long silent moment, “I’m not OK. Can I talk to you about something personal? And I mean very personal?”