0 comments/ 39398 views/ 1 favorites Valentine's Day in the ER By: CharlieRose I stepped out of the shower, drying off and trying not to leave water on the floor. Last time I left water on the floor, I fell and busted my ass. Couldn't sit without pain for a week. It didn't help my lovelife either. I peered into my mirror and have to admit I admired what I saw. Twenty-seven and no wrinkles yet. Attractive face. Long bouncy brown hair that I love. Green eyes. Moving on down, as my last boyfriend said, "one hell of a nice rack". I never wear a bra when I don't have to but my breasts stay nice and perky. Running my hands down over my body I passed my tummy, not quite as flat as it used to be but more than sexy enough. Hmmm, need to trim that muff back some. I like to try to keep it neatly trimmed into a heart. I think it's cute. Can't see my legs in the mirror here but they were still shapely and smooth, last time I checked. Leaning closer to the mirror I plant a kiss on my own lips. I'm sexy if I do say so myself. Modest? No. Fuckable? Yes. I eyed my closet on my way to get dressed, wishing I could grab one of my sexier outfits. But what's the point? I'll have to be in scrubs as soon as I hit the ER. That's where I work, by the way. County General Hospital. Though I was hoping for private practice or at least something other than ER when I got out of med. school, the only places hiring was the ER and OBGYN. I seriously considered OBGYN. Even though I usually chase more men than women, I'm definitely bisexual, so, the thought of looking at pussy all day every day was initially appealing but...the old adage of "too much of a good thing" usually proves true and what if I got sick of pussy? I couldn't live with such a thing. So I went to the ER. I don't know if every ER is like ours or if we live in a particularly kinky city but every night, without fail, we see at least one person or couple that has suffered a sex-related injury. Maybe because I'm so sexually uninhibited at heart, I handle the sexually injured better than most. While most of the staff turns their noses up or makes fun of you for getting rope burns from an S&M session, I can sympathize. Due to my affinity for the "sex-jobs", most of the people in the ER have taken to calling me by all the classic porn movie nurse names, "Feelbetter", "Goodbody", etc. Can't say I mind too much. Even though we get "sex-jobs" every night, there is one night in particular, every year, when we get the most sex-related injuries and that's Valentine's Day. Those people that are in relationships pick that time to try new things and those that aren't in relationships cause themselves great damage trying to cause great pleasure. I entered the ER, signed in at the front desk and was checking the list of cases when a nurse came bustling by. "Jenny, 'bout time you showed up. We've already got three sex-jobs for you." "Three?" "And the night is young!" I made my way into the first room on my list. Inside sat a young woman. Very attractive. Shoulder-length auburn hair, angelic face, and she filled out her hospital gown quite nicely. She looked up as I entered and her face turned red. Sitting in a chair beside the bed was a young man. He too looked up, face red. I smiled as I checked the woman's chart. I glanced up at her. "It's ok, y'know. You don't have to be embarrassed." Well, that didn't work. She drew herself up closer, blushing even more. "So, Mrs. Turner? Why don't you tell me what's bothering you?" Mrs. Turner glared at her husband. "It's my, um, butt. We were, well, we were having sex and my husband, Dave, said we should try something new. We hadn't ever done it before. And, well..." I looked at Dave; he was watching his feet. "Anal sex?" I asked Mrs. Turner. "Yeah." "And you'd never done it before?" "No." "All right. Well, I'm going to have to get a look at you." Her face turned it's brightest red yet, she shot a withering look at her husband, and turned over. The flimsy hospital gown parted and a beautiful rounded ass appeared. I slipped on a pair of rubber gloves and gently parted her ass cheeks. Oh, sometimes I do so love this job. There was no apparent damage. "I'm going to test your rectum. You may experience slight discomfort but try to relax and don't clench." She immediately clenched. I inserted a finger into her asshole and felt it. Seemed fine. I could have left my finger there all night but she was clearly not enjoying the anal attention. "All right, Mrs. Turner, you can turn back over." I stepped back and pulled off the rubber gloves. "Ok, folks, here's the deal. I can't find anything wrong with you. Considering you've never had anal sex before, I would guess that's the extent of the problem. The rectum is a very small opening. If you perform anal sex frequently it will loosen. However, for the time being, while it's still tight, you will likely experience discomfort from inserting anything into it. I recommend that you start with something a little smaller than what your husband's packing." I think I saw a slight smile play across Dave's face. "Any good sex shop will sell anal dildos, smaller than an ordinary dildo. If you prefer more privacy, order online. Just experiment and find something that's comfortable for you. And always use lubricant." Mrs. Turner looked a little less red but still nervous. "Thank you, Doctor. I guess we just got a little scared." "Of course, no problem. Believe me, it's not the first time someone's been in here with this problem. Heck, it scared me the first time I did it." Mrs. Turner's mouth dropped open and her husband's head snapped in my direction. He grinned. "You've done this?" "Of course. Lots of times. It took some getting used to. My first time was quite painful but, believe me, it gets better." I smiled, checked the chart again, waved goodbye and was gone. I saw Dave talking quietly, but eagerly, to his wife as I left. "You tell 'em to stop stickin' stuff up her ass?" A voice startled me as I closed the door to the Turners' room. I turned around and standing close by, pretending to examine a chart, was Bill Stevens, a fellow doctor and old fuckbuddy. "You weren't listening?" "Nope. No need. I saw them coming in. She was smacking at him and shouting 'You broke my ass! You broke my ass!'" I pretty much figured the rest out on my own." He smiled. "Or did you just show them the proper way to stick stuff up her ass?" I swatted at him playfully. "Maybe I did. Seems a lot of people need help getting it done right." "Really? I always thought I was rather good at it. Maybe we should confer on the procedure again sometime, just to be sure." I turned to walk away, slapping my own ass as I went. "Anytime you want to play 'doctor', Stevens, you just let me know." "Whoa!" I barely breathed the word, afraid of interrupting her. I had just stepped into the next room on my list to find a woman bouncing around on the bed. She was naked; a hospital gown lay on the floor several feet from the bed. The fingers on her right hand were deep in her pussy. Her left hand was moving from one breast to the other, cupping them, squeezing the nipples, clawing the pale flesh red. Her long curvy legs were kicking in the air as if she were riding an invisible bicycle. Strands of long blonde hair whipped around as she bounced on the bed, kicking and screaming. How did I not hear her screams before I came in here? The walls must be pretty soundproof. "YEEEEAAAAHHHH! Ohhhhhhh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhyeeeeeeeeaaaahh! Yeahuhuhuhuhuh! Fuck me! Fuuuuuuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Her fingers flew in and out of her pussy, making sucking noises, droplets of juice flying. "Ohhhh! Mmmmmmmmmmm. Gonna...gonna...cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm YEAAAHHH!" Jamming her hands and feet against the hospital bed, she lifted her body into the air, shuddering and squealing. She fell back to the bed with a thump and collapsed into a sweaty pile. Her eyes closed throughout, she guided her right hand to her mouth and pushed her wet fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them for a few seconds, a lovely smile on her face. I stepped back toward the door and my shoe squeaked on the tile floor. She opened an eye and looked at me. "Hey there." I fumbled with the doorknob behind me. "Um, hi. I'm sorry, I didn't know you were, um, y'know, I'll just be going, I'm sorr-" "Wait. You're the doctor?" "Yeah." "Ooh, you're a cute one. I was expecting some old geezer." I glanced at my clipboard. "Ah...are you Miss Porter?" "Call me Holly. But, yes." I was doing my level best to ignore her state of nudity and the fact that she was still slowly licking the fingers that had, only minutes ago, been buried in her hot pussy. "It says here that you've got, uh, a headache?" "Uh huh." "Just a headache?" "Mmm...but it's a bad one. It was hurting soooo bad." She sat up in bed, leaned forward and crawled down the length of the bed toward me, her heavy breasts pushing into the gauzy covering. Her firm round ass wiggled tantalizingly. "It seems like, if I'm not having sex, my head hurts. So I just try to have sex whenever I can." She rolled over onto her back, her head hanging off the end of the bed, grinning up at me. Her hands massaged her breasts, which were still red in places from her clawing. "But, sometimes, believe it or not, I just have such a hard time finding a partner! And I can only get myself off so many times before it just wears me out." "Um," was all I could get out as my stomach bottomed out and my heart crawled up my throat. "I, um, I'm not sure what I can do for you..." "Well, a couple of things, actually. If you wanted to give me an immediate, if not long-lasting, remedy, you'd take off your clothes and climb on top of me and fuck my brains out. Otherwise, I guess you could give me some kind of painkiller." Awwwwww, fuck, how I wish I could go for the first choice. Damn hypocrite oath. Damn Hypocrites, damn him all to hell. "I can't. I can't have sex with you. Doctor-patient policies and everything." Beads of sweat ran down my face. "Believe me I wish I could." Wait, did I say that out loud? "Really?!" the girl on the table growled. "Well, then, I guess we oughta solve my problem and then yours." Her hand flashed and grabbed me by the waistband of my scrubs. She pulled me toward her with one hand while the other shot down inside my pants. She fumbled with my panties for a second before wriggling a finger inside me. "Oh!" My knees buckled but I steadied myself against the bed. She drew her finger out of my pants and placed it in her mouth, sucking gently while winking at me. "Mmmhmm, that's exactly what we should do. You give me something for my head and you're not my doctor anymore. Then we tear those scrubs off of you and get each other off. Whattayasay?" I think my exact words were "Humminahummina." I tried to readjust my panties, the girl's eyes following my every move. "Um, ok, I'll write you a prescription for something." "Would you? Ooh, that'd be great. I'd be soooo grateful. So. Then can we fuck?" "I'm...I'm on duty, I can't just, I mean I'd like to but I don't," I stammered as she just smiled at me, her head still upside down, golden hair streaming toward the floor. She rolled over and stood up. She ran a hand through my hair and brushed her lips against my ear. "Listen, Doc, I'll tell you what. You go ahead and do your duty and I'll go see if I can find anybody else to fuck for the time being. But," she stuck a finger against my lips, wetted it, then drew it away. "I'll hang around. And, when you get off, if you want, we'll get each other off." She stuck the finger into her pussy, moved it around a little, then pressed it against my lips again. I closed my eyes and savored the taste. When I opened them again, the girl, Holly, had started to get dressed. She was wearing a long skirt, slit up the side to the waist. I could tell at a glance she wasn't wearing panties. She pulled a red blouse over her head. It was lacy and exceedingly low-cut. If she bent over, her straining breasts would no doubt spill out. She ran her hands through her hair and picked up a pair of strappy high-heel shoes. "Wait," I turned as she walked to the door. "How will I find you?" She grinned, the smile lighting up the whole room. "Don't worry, Doc, I'll find you." And she was gone. Oh, how badly I wanted to climb onto the bed where I could still see the stains of her juices and finish the job she had started on me. But I had work to do. Besides, it would make it all the more fun when she finished it later herself. Third time's the charm, I thought to myself as I found my third patient of the night. I opened the door and eased into the room, hoping no one could smell the scent of my aroused cunt that seemed to envelop me. Inside was another couple, teenagers it appeared. A young man was pacing around the bed and jumped to attention as I entered. On the bed sat a beautiful young woman, probably no more than sixteen. She was holding a mirror in one hand and dabbing at her face with a tissue in the other. She was very pretty with dark skin and thick wavy hair. Dark nipples were plainly poking against the material of her gown. "Damn it, Jerry, I've still got some on my face! How the hell do you get this stuff to come off?" She stopped as I entered. I smiled and introduced myself. "Hello, I'm Doctor Grey. How are we doing tonight?" The boy stopped pacing and stared at me. "Are you gonna call our parents?" "Jerry! I told you, they have to keep it confidential! Right?" The girl directed the question at me. "Yes, that's true. Um...what seems to be the problem?" I started toward her chart but she filled me in immediately. "Sir Cumalot here shot his load down my throat!" "Pardon?" I stopped reaching for the chart, gaping at the girl. She didn't seem the least embarrassed. "I was sucking the big idiot off and he didn't warn me and he started shooting his load and it went down my throat before I could get him out of my mouth!" "I swear, Maria, I didn't mean to do it! It just happened so quick, I," he looked at me. "Is she gonna be all right?" I cocked an eyebrow at the boy and picked up the chart. "Maria Esposito?" "Yeah, I'm Maria. And this is Jerry Williams." "She don't need to know my name, Maria." "Shut up, Jerry, it's your fault we're here." I studied the chart. "I'm confused. What's the problem?" "He came in my mouth! I swallowed it!" "That's it? You came to the hospital because of that?" "We called Poison Control because of that. They said they couldn't do anything about it and to come here." I sighed and massaged my temple, I think I had caught Holly's headache. "Ok. So you swallowed his semen and panicked. Is that it?" They both nodded. "All right. There's nothing wrong with you. You haven't been poisoned." "But he," "But nothing. Semen is not poisonous. The worst thing that can come from it is a mild stomachache. It's actually high in protein. A lot of people, men and women both, swallow semen on a regular basis." Jerry seemed surprised but a grin spread across his face. "Have you ever swallowed any?" "Jerry! You moron, what the hell's wrong with you?" "No, it's ok," I assured her. "Yes. I have swallowed semen many times and I'm none the worse for wear." Jerry's grin widened. Maria looked skeptical. "I assure you, Miss Esposito, it's perfectly all right. Although," I looked at Jerry and his grin faded, "next time you might want to be a bit more careful. Even though it's safe, if your girlfriend doesn't want to do it, try to keep her up to date. Trust me, you don't want someone pissed off at you with your dick in their mouth." I snapped my teeth and he jumped. Maria at last seemed relieved. "So I can go home now? And you won't call my parents or anything?" "Yes and no. Go home and be more careful next time." I moved to the door but turned back, "Oh, and, Jerry. If you keep experiencing premature or uncontrolled ejaculation, you might want to see your family physician." Maria laughed as I left the room. Poor guy, it'll be a long time before he gets his cock sucked again. I laid my clipboard down at the nurse's station and checked my watch. Ten o'clock. "Well?" I addressed one of the nurses. "Any more sex-jobs?" "Nope. Sorry to disappoint you, Goodbody, but that's it for now." She grinned. "Must be a slow night, guess you'll have to wait 'til you get home to get your quota of - " There was a sudden bustle behind us. I turned to see a man hurrying into the ER. Extending from the open fly of his pants was a foot-long black tube. I eyed him as he rushed to the desk. He coughed, looked around him nervously and started stammering. "I've got...a...I've got something, I need to see a," his fingers drummed on the reception desk and the nurse behind it eyed him suspiciously. Leaning back I glanced at the black tube. "Listen, Sherry, I'll take care of this one, all right?" She smiled and waved us on. "Come with me, sir, I'll take care of you." I led him into a room down the hall and sat him on the bed. Upon closer inspection I noticed 'HOOVER' inscribed on the plastic tube coming from his groin. "So. I'm guessing this wasn't a freak vacuuming accident." I smiled. "Why don't you tell me what happened." His face turned beet red and his eyes became glued to the floor. He sighed, "Well, I saw an advertisement on t.v. for a penis enlargement device. It's Valentine's Day, y'know, and I have trouble getting dates and stuff and I thought maybe I could, well, do it myself. Without the machine on t.v. So I got out my vacuum and, well, I got stuck." He finished his story in a rush and, if possible, his face turned even redder. I almost laughed but caught myself. "Ok. So that's it? You're just stuck? You're not experiencing any pain, are you?" He shook his head. Poor guy. I hate to see guys like this. A little trouble getting a date and all their self-confidence goes right out the window. And if I had a dollar for every guy that's come through here that hurt himself trying to make his dick bigger... I stepped back to give the man room. "All right. You'll need to get out of those clothes." He looked mortified. "Yes, get out of them. All of them. If I'm going to be able to do anything for you, you'll have to get rid of the clothes. Don't worry, it's not a Chippendale's show." I turned my back on him and heard him start to strip. "Doctor? I'm done." I turned back around. He was naked now, sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands in his lap and the vacuum tube sticking up like a stovepipe. He was an attractive young man, probably in his mid twenties with short blonde hair. Not much in the way of muscles and very thin. Probably not much of an athlete but certainly he should be capable of getting a date for Valentine's Day. I decided immediately to do whatever I could to bulk this guy's confidence back up. "So," I rummaged through a cabinet in the corner of the room, "what's your name?" "Kevin Thompson." "It's nice to meet you, Kevin. My name's Jennifer Grey." I found a tube of lubricant and walked back to his bed. I kneeled down between his legs. "Here's what we're going to do. I'm going to see if I can't lubricate this enough to get the vacuum tube off. If I can't get your penis loose, I guess we'll have to cut it off." He jumped. "The tube! Not your penis!" I rubbed the lubricant around his balls and the base of the tube, talking to Kevin all the while to keep his mind off of it. And then, with a pop, I pulled the tube off. Before me, bobbing up and down, was his cock. Fully erect, it was probably six inches long. I looked up at him. "Looks like your experiment worked, Kevin. That's a nice big cock you've got there." He grinned sheepishly. "No, that's as big as it was before." "Hmmm." My hands still covered in lubricant, I began to rub and massage his penis. "Really? My last boyfriend would have loved to have had a penis this big. Not that it mattered, really. After all, it's not the size of the penis, Kevin, it's how you use it. 'Motion of the ocean' and all that." He moaned. "How does this feel by the way? Does it hurt?" Valentine's Day in the ER "Noooo. Doesn't hurt." He closed his eyes and a smile crept across his lips. With one hand I traced the outline of the glands and drew circles around the hole. With the other I massaged his balls, rubbing lubricant all over his groin and between his legs. "This is such a nice penis, Kevin, I don't know why you would want to change it." I continued to play with the tip with one hand and wrapped the other around the shaft. My left hand blurred up and down the length of his shaft. He began to moan louder. "Does that feel all right, Kevin? Does that feel good?" Suddenly a glob of cum shot from the tip of his dick and hit me in the face. I continued to jack him off, both hands blurring up and down his cock. Another glob hit me, right on the tip of the nose and dribbled down toward my mouth. A few more globs flew, landing on my scrubs. As I pumped him dry his eyes jerked open, as if only then aware that he had cum. "Oh! Oh! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!" I smiled as I continued to pump his penis. I put one hand to my face, caught a bit of the cum on my nose and stuck it in my mouth. Kevin's eyes widened as I slowly drew the finger back out. "Mmmmmmmm. That's ok, Kevin. In fact," I swallowed another fingerfull. "That was more than ok." I stood up and walked to the sink across the room. I wetted a paper towel and wiped my face. I wetted a few more, returned to my position between his legs, and washed away the lubricant. As I finished, his penis had stiffened back up. I looked at it lovingly. "Yep. Nice penis." I left the room, waving as I went. The rest of the night passed fairly quietly. I had two more "sex-jobs"; a couple who both had piercings in their privates, dick and clit respectively, had gotten their piercings locked together and had to be brought in naked, still in a reverse-cowgirl sex position. A woman who was trying to create a plaster cast of her pussy for her boyfriend got the plaster caught in her muff hair and couldn't get it loose. Hardly a night for the record books. I had ditched my cum-stained scrubs and changed back into my T-shirt and blue jeans. I passed by the registration desk and signed off. I looked around the waiting room for Holly. She wasn't there. I guess she found somebody else to fuck. Ah well, the good Lord giveth and He taketh away. I pushed my way through the doors and stepped out into the cold February night. I hugged my coat tighter about me and walked on into the parking lot. "Hey, Doc!" The voice came from behind me, soft and velvety. I spun around and, sitting on the wall that hedged flowering bushes during warmer months, was Holly. She was swinging her legs like a kid, the split up the side of her dress showing everything. Thanks to the frigid air, her nipples were straining against her flimsy blouse. She wore no coat. "Holly! You'll freeze like that!" "Freeze?" She put a hand under her dress. "Strange, I feel damn hot." I grinned as she jumped down and walked to me, a slow, seductive walk. "So, Doc, you wanna fuck right here or find somewhere a little more private?" I looked around me. "Uh...better somewhere private." "Cool. C'mon, I've got a car over there." She led the way into the parking lot to a black sedan. She unlocked the back door and I looked in. Very spacious. Plenty of room for a little horseplay. "Holly? What the hell are you doing?" She crossed her arms over her chest and lifted off her shirt. Her heavy round breasts bounced into view, glowing under the parking lot lights, the nipples standing out like pencil erasers. "I don't want to get my clothes wrinkled." She folded the shirt and leaned into the car, laying it in the front seat. She kicked off her high-heel shoes and pulled her skirt off. She took her time folding it, standing there in all her naked glory. "Oh, here," she handed me a set of keys. "Would you mind turning the car on and getting a little heat going? You look cold." I looked cold. I was wearing a heavy winter coat and she was nude and I looked cold. She crawled into the backseat. I got into the front seat, started the car, got back out and prepared to join my new friend in the back. Following her lead, I jerked my clothes off, only much faster than she and threw them haphazardly into the front seat. I crawled in on top of her, pulling the door shut behind me. I pressed my mouth to hers in a sloppy kiss. Our lips slipped and slid over each other's face before meeting once again. She pushed a tongue into my mouth and I sucked it greedily. "Mmm!" She pulled away. "Doc, would you mind rolling down the window? I need kicking room!" "What? But someone might hear us." "Great, maybe they'll join in!" She smiled and planted a kiss on the tip of my nose. "Is that cum I taste?" "All part of a day's work," I grinned and reached back between my legs to roll the window down. She pushed her feet out immediately, wiggling her toes in the cool air. I crawled back on top of her, our breasts pushing together. Her larger, heavier tits swelled around my slightly smaller, perkier pair. Our nipples rubbed together and I felt the sparks fly all over my body, culminating in my now dripping pussy. We kissed again, another sloppy mess of lips and tongues that left me licking her ear. I moved a hand down her body, pushing a finger into her pussy. "Mmm! Doc, wait," She breathed into my ear. "C'mon, I can't wait, sixty-nine me, I gotta get that pussy. I've spent all night sniffing the finger I stuck in there earlier." I giggled and performed an aerobatic act that I wouldn't have thought possible. Turned around, I felt the blast of frigid air from the open window on my head. I plunged my face into her crotch and was more than warmed up. Oh, what a sweet aroma. Her shining, shaved cunt issued a delicious fragrance. Though I would have loved to have spent hours getting to know every inch of her body, that would have to wait. I jammed my tongue immediately into her pussy, licking and sucking and flicking. "MMMMMMMMmmmmmmm! Yeeaaaaah! Lick me, Doc, lick me! Oh fuck yeah!" Holly ground her pussy against my face. After her brief reverie she plunged her own face back into my pussy. It took all of my will power to keep my tongue lapping at her pussy and not screeching my pleasure into the night. Oh God it felt so good. I could feel the light touch of her tongue all over my pussy lips, dipping into the wetness of my cunt, collecting my own hot juices and then dragging them upwards toward my ass. When I felt a finger delve into my asshole while her tongue danced in my pussy, I could contain myself no more. "Whaaaaaaaaaaohhhhhhhhh! Yes yes yes yes yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ASS! Fuck my ASSSSSSSSSS! Uhhhhuhhhhhhhhhh!" "Oh you like that, do ya?" She stopped licking as she inserted a second finger. "Oh GOD! Oh God, Holly, I think I love you!" The two fingers began pumping faster. "AHHHHHHH! AH! AH! Nuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuhnnn!" I came in a flood, clenching my ass around her fingers. She pushed her lips against my cunt sucking up every drop of juice. She planted a wet, sticky kiss on my ass. "Love you too, Doc. Now get me off!" Happy to oblige, I dove my tongue in, feeling for her clit. When I found it, I formed a pea-sized hole with my lips and sucked it in. Sucking and licking at her clit, I inserted a finger into her pussy. Finding plenty of room, I inserted another and another. With three fingers in on my right hand, I began to pump. I continued to lick while I rubbed and smacked her ass with my free hand. "Ohhhhhh! Mmmmmhmmmmm! MMmmmm! Yeah, Doc! Pump it! Pump my pussy! Pump it! Fuck YEAH! Oh, yeah, that's right, you nasty slut, get me off! You fucking slut doctor! Ooh, yeah, smack my ass! Smack it!" She began smacking my ass in time to her shouts. "Fuck! Smack it! Smack it! MmmmmmmMMMM!" Her legs went rigid out the window and I received a mouthful of thick, gooey cum and several more smacks on my ass. With one last slap to my, probably pink, ass I came for the second time. Holly gave a delighted squeal and I collapsed on top of her. As I tried to regain my breath, I heard a crunch of gravel. My head snapped up and I screamed. Standing just outside, peering in, was a man's face. As my orgasm subsided and my eyes regained focus I recognized it as Bill Stevens, the old fuckbuddy I mentioned before. Bill grinned broadly. "Didn't get enough jollies in the ER, Jen?" He waved at the woman beneath me. "Hey, Holly. So this is the doctor who's cunt you told me you were going to have your tongue up." "Yep. She's something, isn't she? Have you had your tongue up this ass? It's exquisite." I just lay there as they discussed me like I was a tasty dessert in their favorite restaurant. "Sure have. Had more than just my tongue up there, in fact." "Really? Well, that I'd like to see! Join us, won't you?" "I'm not sure there's enough room in there for me, but if you girls would like to follow me back to my apartment, I'm sure I could accommodate you." "Cool. Doc?" Holly poked me in the ass cheek with her finger. "You up for some more fun?" "Hell yes!" I grinned up at Bill while Holly caressed my ass lovingly. I planted a kiss on her pussy and climbed off of Holly. Bill got in his car and prepared to lead the way. I sat up in the backseat and reached for the clothes I had tossed into the front. Holly cocked an eyebrow at me. "What's up, Doc?" I wondered how long it'd be before I heard that line. "Just getting my clothes." "Oh! There's no time for that! We'd just be taking them back off when we get to his apartment anyway, wouldn't we? C'mon, we'll ride naked." And with that she got out and walked around the car to the driver's seat. I followed suit, getting into the passenger side. We buckled our seat belts across our naked bodies and pulled out of the parking lot, following Bill. Holly's hand moved into my crotch and a finger worked its way into my pussy. Hmmm, maybe not such a slow night, after all. Valentine's Day in the Playhouse Candles? Check. Butter, milk and pearl onions for tomorrow's dinner? Check. Lube and condoms? Check. Everything is set for Valentine's Day with my husband. The only thing left is to meet Giselle. With grocery bags in hand, I picked up my pace to the coffee shop. Giselle is a girl I found on the internet. In her early twenties, her bikini body pictures were insane and after exchanging text messages, she agreed to meet with me. I arrived to the coffee shop before her and bought a hot chocolate, watching the door between sips, until she appeared. She had a nice face, long honey brown hair. Her body was tight in boyfriend jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket. I waved at her, very relieved that she looked so clean and sane, and not hard and sullen. She ordered a coffee and joined me. "Thanks for meeting me. I want to get my husband something special for Valentine's Day. I saw your picture and thought you'd be perfect." She leaned forward with foxy brown eyes. "What did you have in mind?" I awoke excited on Valentine's Day and took the afternoon off from work to prep for our special night. I called James as I ran water in the tub for a bath. "Don't stop for a beer with the guys. Come straight home. I have a surprise for you," I purred. My husband knows I like to play at being a 1940's or 50's American suburbia housewife. I'm not sure if it's a fetish, but wearing pointy tit bullet bras, tea dresses, stockings and high heels turns me on. Maybe it's because I have a ball busting job bossing men around all day, but when I'm at home, I like wearing high heels while cooking and listening to my great grandfather's 1940's big band records on the record player while catering to my husband's whims. James always indulges me. He especially likes when I turn into a bobby soxer, wearing a tight cashmere sweater over a poodle skirt, bobby socks and saddle shoes with my hair pulled back into a high pony tail. I smack my gum as he flips up the skirt and layers of crinoline to ravage me from behind. I love it! James promised to be home after work and true to his word, he was home around six thirty. Tonight I was the epitome of a fifties glamour wife, the kind you find in old Lana Turner and Sandra Dee movies. James opened the front door to find me standing near the front door, in high black heels and a red fifties A-line dress cinched in at the waist. Lionel Hampton was playing sweet tones on the record player. My sweetie had a bouquet of flowers in his hand. I smiled and said, "Happy Valentine's Day, darling." "Happy Valentine's Day," he said, handing me the flowers. I kissed him before walking into the kitchen to fill a vase with water. He hung up his coat and joined me in the family room where my fire in the fireplace made the whole room cozy and warm against the chilly night. "I made you dinner," I said. "What did you make?" he asked, taking a seat on the couch. "Pot Roast, mashed potatoes, peas with pearl onions and dinner rolls." My gourmet foodie husband, who eats gruyere grilled cheese sandwiches on rosemary bread, chuckled at my old time all American meal. "And for dessert," I said, pulling up my dress past the top of my stockings to reveal my freshly waxed pussy framed under a garter belt, "Pie." His pursed his lips as he does when he really wants something before I lowered my dress. "But first, relax. Martini?" "Please." He loosened up his shirt and kicked off his shoes while watching me add ice to the pre-measured martini already in the shaker. I shook the icy shaker with a deliberate sexy bounce, poured his drink into a martini glass, added two skewered olives and walked it to him. He accepted it then slapped my ass before taking a sip. "Perfect," he said. "Thank you. And thank you for the flowers. I wasn't sure what to get you." "You didn't need to get me anything." "But I did." "What did you get me?" "A blow job and anal." He looked up at me until his eyes shifted away to spot the bottle of lube and condoms in a bowl on the coffee table. A devilish smile eased onto his face. He said, "Awww, baby, you're the best." He unzipped his pants and settled back against the cushions, putting his hands behind his head, as he leaned back and spread his knees. My husband, the sex monster. "Now?" I asked. "Before my dinner, woman." "Wait right here," I said, turning to leave the room. A few seconds later, I returned with Giselle dressed in white bra, panties and high black patent heels. James sat up. For the first time ever, he truly looked surprised. I said, "This is Giselle." Eyes wide and slack mouth, his eyes roamed up and down her luscious body. "Turn around. My husband's an ass man." She turned. Her panties clad ass was feet away from his face. I moved to kneel between his knees. "You are a lucky man," I said as I knelt between his knees. I unbuckled his belt and unlatched his pants to pull out his cock. Staring into his disbelieving eyes. I gave him the mischievous smirk he fell in love with before my mouth slid over his semi-hard dick. It hardened with each caress of my velvety tongue. His hand reached out where to squeeze her ass. When he was good and hard, I opened a condom and holding it my lips, slid the condom down with my mouth all the way down 'til I gagged. With the condom on, I eased my mouth off, stroking his dick with a firm grip as I looked into his still shocked face. I said, "I have to check on dinner. Giselle, will you be a dear and blow my husband?" She turned and knelt beside me, her long hair hanging over her tits. Her naked shoulders brushed my arms as she joined me between my husband's legs. She licked his balls as James held his dick in his hand. I stood and whispered in his ear, "Now don't cum too soon. I paid for anal." I'm not as fond of anal as James. Anal is his treat or my punishment. Tonight, my sweetie gets a treat of another's pretty ass. I kissed his cheek as Giselle went to work, taking his now hard dick into her hand and with a sly glance up to him, going down on him with her willing mouth slurping away as she worked the shaft with her hand. I stood transfixed by the sight of this girl going down on my husband. The sight of her head bobbing down on him made me cream between my naked thighs. His eyes darted from me to her before they rested upon her and he began to fully enjoy the sensation of her busy mouth. His hands went into her hair and his gaze remained on the internet girl between his knees. The smell of browning bread roused me from the sight of them. My garters stretched over my bare butt and a rustle of air hit my moist and naked crotch as I moved into the kitchen with a full view of the den. I put on a pair of oven mitts and pulled the browned rolls from the oven, setting down the cookie sheet as I shut the oven door. I picked up my drink I'd been working on before James came home and watched the sex show from the kitchen. James was trying hard to enjoy this for as long as he could. He flung his head back to avoid looking at her and then look down at her until he couldn't take it any longer. He placed his hand on her shoulder, causing her to stop and ordered her to stand. She did, unsnapping her bra and letting it fell to the ground. He reached out and fingered at her satin covered pussy as he stared up at her nice pink tipped tits. He pawed at them, pulling on her nipples, before both his hands went to pull down her panties where it joined her bra on the floor. She stepped out of them. He muttered something into her ear. She accommodated, getting down on all fours onto the couch. He stood, kicking off his fallen pants and stripping off his shorts, and grabbed the lube. He gazed at her ass for a second, rubbing her cheek with his hand, before squirting some lube into her asshole while rubbing his hard and swollen dick with his free hand. He placed his dick head between her cheeks and began to push. She squeezed her eyes shut, her mouth transfixed in a silent O as he drove into her, inching further into her with each thrust. She fell against the couch with him on top. His hands pinned her shoulders to the sofa as he fucked her. It turned me on, watching his muscles in his tight ass flex and the look of determination on his face as he fucked her pretty ass. The timer buzzed. I turned to take the pot roast from the oven and set it down, my pussy now wet. I wanted to kiss my husband and touch her hair. As soon as I put the roast on the stove top, I walked back into the room, to the two of them mounted on the couch. He slowed his fuck as I walked up to him and nuzzled against his cheek. I said, "You are so hot." He kissed me like he never had before, full passion open mouth. He clutched her hair, pulling her head back as he started pumping in her. I bent to brush her hair with an oven mitt and kissed her cheek before returning to the kitchen. James cursed, as he plunged his dick in and out of her asshole until his balls, once slapping against her ass, tightened up and he climaxed loudly with a groan. Her fingers gripped couch pillows. His fingers were still deeply wound in her hair as he shuddered inside her. His arm collapsed and he fell on top of her before withdrawing, sitting up, and off her. I took a sip of my drink to cool down before walking into den and collected her lingerie before helping her up. She wobbled on her heels. James was still working hard on slowing his breath, eyes half shut and still holding his privates. I said to her, "Giselle, if you'll come with me." James watched us leave until his head flopped back in total satisfaction. A minute later, I returned to James with his favorite set of sweatpants and a warm wet wash cloth. He removed the condom and threw it in the trash can I scooted nearby and I cleaned his sticky dick with the warm moist hand towel. He shuddered and sighed with a grin. I said, "I hope you don't mind I dipped into the vacation fund for that." "No. Hell no," he said jumping into his sweatpants before plopping back onto the couch. "Do I get to see you with her later?" "Maybe for your birthday," I said, before tossing the cloth aside and plopping down beside him. We sat cuddled on the couch, watching the fire until Giselle emerged, ready to go. I got up to go to her, grabbing a box of Godiva chocolates off the counter on the way to her. I handed her the box and cheerfully said, "Happy Valentine's Day." That and the four hundred dollars I gave her earlier, earned us her seductive smile and she left. I picked up the drink shaker to freshen James' drink. He pulled me down onto the couch beside him, kissed my cheek and hugged me close. I luxuriated in my husband's smell of faded cologne, man and sex. "Man," he muttered. "I wish every day was Valentine's Day." His hand flopped down upon my dress. He playfully inched it under the skirt, up my stocking covered thigh to unsnap a garter for fun. His fingers lingered on my skin. "Can't wait for dessert," he said. "I look forward to your pie."