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The Doctor Diaries Ch. 02

By: The Big Bopper



I never intended to write any more on this theme, but many readers asked me to keep the story going.

Dr. James Martin is a long established friendly G.P. in his local community. But just lately, he has had an overpowering desire to attend to more than just medical matters with his female patients, not that they are complaining. In the first part, James helped a young mother who was having trouble breast-feeding and then a young woman who suffered some tissue damage inside her vagina.

Chapter Three

A month had elapsed since my second inappropriate, but extremely intimate, interlude with one of my patients. I had been on my best behaviour ever since that last time and even imagined that I may now be able to control my sexual urges when attending to attractive younger female patients.

Wherever did I get such a foolish thought? Because that idea went right out the window when a nubile young woman, Stephanie, just turned 19 and not that long out of high school, came into my surgery. She and her mother had been on my patient list for quite some time, but Stephanie had not had a need for my medical skills for quite a while. 

Her sudden appearance after all this time was absolutely breathtaking. She had, it seems, suddenly matured from this gawky teenager, who usually visited in her school tunic, into a quite voluptuous blonde young woman, but very smart. She had only completed her schooling barely a year ago. 

Her equally luscious mother, Victoria Miller accompanied her … and she too was not denied the beauty genes when God cast her image. She had given birth to Stephanie at quite a young age and so was herself only just approaching 40 now … but what a stunning looking 39 year old she was. Not as blonde as her daughter, although she may have been as a youngster … her hair was what you would call mousy, but always well coffered whenever she called on me. Victoria obviously looked after herself physically and still had a body to die for, about 36-24-36 in the old numbers.

I wasn't sure which one to look at. Stephanie was wearing a colourfully patterned micro mini dress that just made it past her crotch … I decided that I had better be watching when she sits down. Her mother was slightly more covered, a beige skirt to about 3" above the knees and a brown blouse unbuttoned to the fourth button that sat at about nipple height, allowing an ample degree of cleavage to be exposed in the opening above it.

"Ladies, a pleasure to see you both … and Stephanie, it's been far too long, you are going to have to come down with something more often. My, you have certainly matured into a beautiful young woman."

She smiled sweetly and demurely as she eased her bottom into my first guest chair, alongside my desk. I wheeled my chair out and away from my desk, so that my eyes could drop to watch the triangle of pastel green panties that was exposed at her crotch as the micro mini rode up. "Thank you, doctor. That's very nice of you to say."

"Really Stephanie, I mean it, you have developed into a genuine knockout gorgeous young lady. You take after your mother you know, she's always looked a million bucks."

Her mother gushed, "It's about time you noticed me doctor."

"Yes it is, isn't it? But I do see you more often, Victoria … and you should recall that I never cease to tell you how beautiful you are, every time you come here."

"Yes I have to admit that you do, doctor. Thank you for the compliments."

"So I am assuming that the patient this time is the lovely Stephanie here and that mum has tagged along because it might be just a bit personal."

Stephanie's face flushed red at my observant observation.

"Yes, you have picked it in one," responded Victoria, "Steph has got herself in a spot of bother, so we have turned to our family doctor to see if he can help out."

"Okay, better tell me what the problem is," I said, seeking to move on with the consultation and allowing my eyes to drop down to stare between the young woman's thighs, attempting to see her panties again. Goodness me, I was becoming incorrigible.  

Stephanie tried to make some words emerge from her mouth, but she only stumbled and stuttered while her face turned crimson. "I – err – I – that is – I – umm – oh my God!" She turned to look for help from her mother, who was now seated alongside her.

Victoria elected to translate, "Doctor, Stephanie and the young man she has been seeing have decided to become what is politely called sexually active. Steph's been a pretty good girl in that she has saved herself through most of her teenage years until she felt that the right young man may have come along."

"Very commendable," I contributed, "To remain a virgin so long in this day and age."

"Be that as it may, Steph and Rick decided to go for it a couple of nights ago, but as I gather from hearing Steph tell it, Rick is a bit of a klutz and the whole damn thing turned out something of a disaster."

"Mum!" interrupted Stephanie, obviously embarrassed at the way in which her mother told the tale. "He couldn't help it, our foreplay went on a bit too long for him. I mean, he knew what was coming, we had agreed that this would be the night and then I blew him until he was probably right on the verge of coming. So when Rick tried to push it into me and he found it harder than he expected, it was all too much for him and he came with only the head of his thing inside."

Oh dear, no Stephanie, that was too much detail … boing, there goes my cock, springing to attention within my trousers as this beautiful fresh-faced 19 year old blonde goddess talked of blowing her boyfriend until he was on the verge of coming. I looked long and hard at those full red lips and imagined them stretched around the head of my cock. Wow, how would that feel being done by a 19-year-old virgin?

"Yes well, whatever excuses you might make for Rick," cut in Victoria, "He came too quickly and, it would seem, only half took Steph's virginity."

"Half … how do you know that Victoria?"

"Doctor, Steph tried to put two of her fingers up there and her passage still seems to be blocked."

"Is that right?" I asked, becoming keenly interested in the young woman's predicament. "Would you like me to see if that's right?" I continued, hoping that was their expectation from this visit.

Both women murmured an affirmative and nodded their heads in unison. "Okay Stephanie, let's have you over there behind the curtain, take off your dress and … and, err, and… get up on the table." I had been about to say 'take off your dress and panties' but stopped myself in time. I would allow myself the carnal and lascivious thrill of grasping her panties by the waistband on each hip and sliding them down over her thighs and calves, exposing her naked mons, just as if I was a male suitor about to de-clothe her for sex. Surely I cannot be reported for that.

Stephanie rose from her chair and slipped around behind the screen. Her mother immediately slid over into the just vacated chair, bringing her closer to me. Her eyes dropped and I realised that she was observing my aroused state with my trousers tenting above my stiff hard-on.

"What caused this?" she asked, not shy in raising the subject of sex, but whispering so that her daughter could not hear from behind the screen.

"The sight of the Miller sisters," I told her equally quietly, complimenting her by implying that she was Stephanie's sister, not her mother.

"You haven't lost it, you sly old dog, always the come on lines and always horny, aren't you. I'm surprised that you've never hit on me, doctor … I think that we could be a great fit."

"You could be right, but I am an ethical and moral man, I have to maintain my professional reputation as a doctor." As I preached my holier than thou theme, my mind wandered back to the breast feeding mother and the young woman who scarped her inner walls with a too-big dildo.

"Oh what crap, we all know that doctor's either seduce or are seduced by their favourite patients. I have always wondered why you never considered me as one. You should know that I would be the essence of absolute discretion, I would never talk. You must surely know by now after the way I talk to you when I come here that I would be on for it."

I silently recalled the number of times that she had talked to me so suggestively like this when she had come in for a consultation. She was dead right, Victoria would certainly be a great fit, if ever I dared to stray again. But say what you may about my recent sexual indiscretions, I had still not penetrated a patient with my cock. I sounded just like Bill Clinton declaring 'I did not have sex with that woman' in referring to his escapade with Monica Lewinsky.

Victoria turned her head around to check if her daughter was still getting undressed behind the curtain. When she was sure that Stephanie was not peeping out from behind the screen, one of her hands shot forward, grasping a hold of my firm erection within my trousers. "Umm, I like the feel of this … I wish that I could keep holding it while you examine my daughter. I'll bet that you can't control it and that it starts twitching when you see her naked cunt," she whispered to me provocatively.

Stunned by her sudden move, I stood up, trying to shake the grip of her hand free, but Victoria hung on. "Are you ready for me, Stephanie?" I called out to her daughter.

"Yes, I'm ready," answered Stephanie nervously from behind the screen.

"He sure is ready for you," echoed Victoria, her hand was forced to let go as my body swung away from her and I moved to go behind the screen.

I stepped into the space between the screen and the examination table, moving up until I was alongside her breasts, magnificently tenting the sheet that covered the girl from neck to ankles.

"So Stephanie, let me explain what I am going to do. I will insert a vaginal specula into your passage, that's an instrument that spreads your passage wide enough for me to see well up inside. It will be a bit cold and possibly uncomfortable, so my women patients tell me. But I will try to have it inside you for only a minute or two."

"That's alright doctor, just do whatever you have to do," responded Stephanie, looking up at me with what looked like trust in her eyes. 

Uninvited, her mother had now followed me behind the screen and she lifted her daughter's mini dress up off the chair on the other side of the table so she could sit down to watch. 

I decided to seek the daughter's approval for her mum to be there, "Is it alright for your mother to watch, Stephanie?"

"Yeah, I guess so … I can't see me stopping her."

I stretched one hand out and stroked her cheek reassuringly, but then wondered if it could be misconstrued as an affectionate gesture to a young woman more than 30 years younger than me. I withdrew it quickly, as if burned by her cheek.

"If I find that your hymen is indeed partially torn, what do you want me to do about it, Stephanie?"

"Oh shit, I don't know … virginity is becoming such a pain in the arse."

"No, I think it's a pain in the vagina," I joked, trying to lighten the mood in my surgery. Victoria laughed appropriately, but her daughter was serious, she seemed to now be over this virginity thing.

"What do you suggest, doctor?"

"Well, I can leave it as it is - partially broken - if that's what I find and you can let your young man have another go next time you are together. Or, I can finish the job for you."

The eyes of both women widened at my words, not quite knowing how I intended to finish the job.

"Wow, that sounds cool," said Stephanie with eager enthusiasm.

But her mother cut in with caution, "There is a line not to cross, doctor, wouldn't you agree?"

"I'm just kidding … no, it would be just a little snip that would take away the obstruction so that next time they can just get on with enjoying the sex."

Stephanie was still giving me a warm cheeky smile, but I looked across at her mother who was frowning warningly at me. I moved down the table and grasped a hold of the bottom of the sheet that lay at her ankles. I slowly raised it up over her bare legs, enjoying the tease of slowly exposing first her shins, then her knees, then her thighs and finally her still pastel green pantied pubis before dropping the bunched up sheet above her tummy.

As I had secretly desired, my hands reached out and the fingers slipped into the waistband of her bikini panties. "Lift up," I told her as my fingers began to tug down her panties and she raised her arse to help me slide them down. My eyes lingered at her naked mons as my fingers dragged the panties down her thighs, over her knees.

She had trimmed her young pubic hair into a neat runway and her labia lips looked full and pouty. My hands delivered the panties to her ankles, but my eyes remained glued to her intimate parts. From where Victoria sat, she could clearly see where my eyes were riveted. She might even be able to see my tented trousers twitching.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten what a 19 year old's cunt looks like, doctor?"

Guiltily, I looked up at Victoria, embarrassed at my lack of control, "No, I – err … no, of course not!" I was stammering, attempting to regain control.

Stephanie tried to be on my side, "Mum, don't say things like that … you're so embarrassing. Mum, if you don't behave, I'll send you outside."

I could see Victoria weighing up whether to tell her daughter that the medical professional about to work on her body had just been openly perving at her. Victoria's risque come-on's only applied to herself, she was still very protective of her daughter. I would have to be conscious of that.

The panties dispensed with, I threw them aside, resisting the urge to sniff the crotch of them. I knew that mother would not approve and besides, in a moment, my nose would be right there at the real thing, at Stephanie's entrance. I placed the young woman's legs into the stirrups on either side of the table, spreading her pubic region wide. Then I adjusted the table so that part of it folded back under and Stephanie's arse now rested at the edge of it. 

I sat and slid my chair right up to her exposed mons, snapping on a pair of surgical gloves and reaching for a tube of gel. I gently applied the gel liberally to her outer labia, then eased those lips apart and applied more to her inner lips, cautiously avoiding touching her clit with her mother's eyes burning into me.

Even without making contact with her clit, I could hear Stephanie making little whimpering sounds from the intimate touch of my fingers up and down and around her sensitive pubic parts. 

"Are you okay, Steph?" checked her mother in response to her daughter's sounds and shifting body on the table.

"Yes, it all feels nice mum … just shut up … please."

Then the moment of truth as I put two fingers together and slid them into her tight vagina. I could only get them in a little way before they were stopped by the hymen, or perhaps the remnants of. I withdrew and reached for the vaginal specula and inserted it just a little way in … then I spread the implement to widen the passage of her cunt for me to see with the aid of a torch light strapped to my forehead.

Stephanie had gasped at the insertion of the cold metal object and gasped again when the instrument stretched her wide. Not as pleasant now as it had been when my fingers were softly caressing her.

"Yes, you were quite right, Stephanie," I told her with my lips almost brushing her inner thighs. "Partly torn, your hymen is about halfway broken through. It would take your boyfriend one or two good hard thrusts to finish the job."

"No, I'm sick of it all," came Stephanie's voice from further up the table beyond me. "Can you do it now please?"

"Are you sure, Steph?" came her mother's voice.

"Mum, I've told you before, you can leave the room. I don't know why you had to come in here anyway." The situation was becoming tense between mother and daughter. "Doctor, just do it please, whatever way you can, I don't care."

Chapter Four

I released the pressure of the vaginal specula and let it slip from my patient's passage. I stood up, pulling the gloves from my hands and placing my now bare fingers right on her tiny clitoral bud. Stephanie jumped in surprise, her eyes wide open, watching me. But quickly she began moaning as my fingers started to swirl around and around the little pea, arousing it.

"Oh yes," moaned Stephanie. My free hand slipped down and unzipped my trousers, then reached in and pulled out my fiercely stiff hard-on.

Off to my right, I could hear Victoria gasp, "I don't believe it, I thought you were joking."

"It's the neatest way to eliminate her hymen," I told the two women. "Better than cutting her with a sharp surgical instrument."

My fingers had been rapidly bringing Stephanie to a sexual peak and her arse lifted up as an orgasm overtook her, her captured legs straining in the stirrups. While her body was still experiencing the pulsing after shocks, I placed my hard-on up against the opening to her cunt, exposed below me. As gently as I could, I nudged it inward and Stephanie reacted.

"Oh yes, do it … please do it!"

What a horny little 19-year-old we had here. I pushed the head of my cock inside her, paused momentarily, personally enjoying her unsullied tightness, and then I went for more, pushing into her cunt until I felt the obstruction of her hymen.

"Ooh," moaned Stephanie, feeling some pain from my cock hitting her hymen with some force. But she recovered quickly, "Please don't let that stop you!"

I didn't, I eased back just slightly, put both hands on her hips to steady her body and thrust my pelvis hard at her. She screamed out in shock as the remains of her hymen tore and my cock slid inexorably up inside her. Stephanie Miller was officially no longer a virgin.

So what did I do next, with my hard cock now wedged quite tightly within this young woman's just deflowered cunt? I eased back out and pushed again in a fucking motion. I looked across and the mother was sitting there starting at me aghast. What was I to do? My cock was telling me to go on and finish the young woman off, to get my rocks off inside her. After all, my cock was pulsing and throbbing inside this beautiful young woman.

"Are you on birth control?" I enquired thoughtfully.

"No, Rick and I used a rubber the other night."

Damn, I thought! If I had put a rubber on, I may have got away with pushing into her a few more times and accidentally coming inside her tight young body. But if I have to withdraw to attach a condom and then re-insert my cock, that's not an accidental cum, that's a blatant pre-meditated fuck, taking advantage of a patient.

Reluctantly, I pulled my cock slowly out of Stephanie's tight sheath and looked down between her spread thighs. My cock was rigid and stiff, throbbing with need for urgent release, our combined juices smeared all over the head and shaft and traces of her virgin blood clinging to it. I looked up and saw Victoria leaning forward in her chair, straining to get an eyeful of my dripping cock. I wondered what she would do and say about what she had just witnessed. She remained silent … for now.

I stepped back and readjusted the table, releasing Stephanie's legs from the stirrups and straightening them for her on the now extended table. I stepped up to the top of the table again without putting my cock back into my clothing. The damned thing wasn't going to fit anyway.

I looked down at the beautiful young woman, her hair a bit wild now from her head thrashing around in her release. "You are no longer a virgin," I told her.


The Doctor Diaries Ch. 02



"Thank you, that was nice … the way you did it, I mean."

"Just part of the service," I told her, not knowing what else to say to cover up my transgression, another slip of my ethical standards.

"What about you, are you going to be alright … do I … err, do you want me to…?"

Her mother interrupted Stephanie's attempt to offer sexual relief to me. "I'll fix things up here, Steph, you just go and wash yourself up." Then, rising and turning to me Victoria asked, "Is there somewhere that Steph can clean herself up and perhaps wait for us?"

"Yes, there's a little bathroom in through that door," and I motioned with my hand toward the door in the corner.

Victoria came around the table, telling her daughter, "Can you go in there pet, and don't come back until I call you?"

Stephanie eased herself down off the table, her legs a little rubbery from her recent orgasm. She picked up her panties and dress and disappeared through the bathroom door. Victoria's hand was immediately on my hard-on, "Now, how do you want me to do this?"

"I'm pretty close, so I don't think I'm going to be much good for you for a full-on fuck if that's what you were thinking. Those virgins do it to me every time." I laughed to let her know that I was joking. Deflowering virgins in my surgery was not a regular occurrence.

"Well, I'm not sucking it with that blood on it, as much as I love my daughter and I want you … so you'll have to be content with my hand, okay?"

"That will do it," I told her, and it did. My release in her delicate, soft smooth hands took less than 60 seconds. I assured her that I would be more controlled if we ever got to do it again and she told me that we would (do it again) and I better be (controlled).

Chapter Five

Chapter Four was how I would have liked for me to assist Stephanie to finish off her virginity. Some of you may prefer that version, if so, stop reading, vote now and wait for Part 3 coming very soon.

But ethically, even I had to draw the line at that. In reality, I left the vaginal specula in place and inserted a long thin pair of cutters and snipped away the hanging threads of her partially torn hymen. I then inserted a swab to wipe away what I could of her virgin blood and then released the pressure on the vaginal specula and withdrew it from her.

"All done," I told the two women, "Stephanie, you are officially no longer a virgin."

"Wow, thanks for that."

"Just use your new sexual freedom wisely … and how about I prescribe the pill for you."

"Yes, that would be a good idea."

"Okay, well you hop down off the table and get dressed and I will see you on the other side of the screen." I reached up and removed her legs from the stirrups and readjusted the table to full length. I stepped around the screen and went back to sit at my desk, Victoria followed while her daughter got dressed.

The mother sidled up close to me and reached down again to grab a hold of my hard-on through my trousers. "What about this thing of yours, putting your fingers inside my daughter wouldn't have helped this at all. Do you want me to send her outside to wait so I can do you?

"Your offer is extremely tempting … but I have no doubt that by now I have a room full of patients whose appointments are already running over time. I will have to pass on your kind offer."

She let go of me, "Oh well, your loss!"

I am sure it was my loss, I suffered blue balls for the rest of the afternoon … Victoria Miller would have been a great fuck. Even a hand job from this desirable woman would have been excellent.

Victoria Miller was not going to be put off that easily. She wanted Dr. Martin badly and would not rest until she could persuade him to fuck her. More in Part 3 coming soon.



The Doctor Diaries Ch. 03



Dr. James Martin is a long established friendly 51 year old G.P. in his local community. Recently, he has succumbed to temptation and indulged in some sexual activity with his female patients, with their apparent consent. James helped a young mother who was having trouble breast-feeding and a young woman who suffered some tissue damage inside her vagina. But his latest dalliance was to complete the deflowering of a 19-year-old virgin while her mother watched on.

Warning, this story includes explicit descriptions of prolonged sexual activity. If you could be offended by this, do not read any further.

Chapter Six

It would turn out to be only the following Wednesday when I would get to see my very beautiful 39 year old patient, Mrs Victoria Miller again … but this time not as a patient (or the mother of a patient) in my surgery. It was a chance meeting at the local shopping mall … I had just rushed in to pick up a new putter from the sports store before hurrying off to my regular Wednesday afternoon game of golf. Wednesday was my half-day in the surgery and I invariably played golf on that day each week, with fellow medical practitioners who could also arrange their week around some quite competitive golfing. 

But the sight of this very attractive woman in a different environment stopped me in my tracks. Even if she was only out shopping, which she seemed to be, she was dressed to kill and one couldn't miss her. She wore tailored slacks with neat creases like they were just ironed. I first caught sight of her from behind, not realising immediately who it was. Her arse was perfect and it moved subtly in sync with her steps. I followed behind her for a while, ogling her arse before drawing level with her and glancing sideways to check out a great set of boobs that were sufficiently ample in shape and size to stretch her light sweater.

As we walked through the mall alongside each other, my eyes staring at those boobs from side on, her head turned to her left, presumably to see who it was that was checking her out. She caught me still looking at her chest long before my eyes lifted to her face to recognise the woman that I was perving on.

"Well doctor, fancy meeting you here," was her opening line as my head lifted up, forcing my eyes to look at her face. "I didn't see you as a shopper."

"Oh my goodness Victoria, I … err, I didn't realise that was you. Err, no, I'm not usually a shopper, my wife looks after that in our house, but I just had to pick up a new club before I race off to golf.

"Oh dear, don't tell me that your poor wife is a golfing widow too, looks like we have something else in common."

"Something else?" I queried, both of us still walking through the mall, but our steps slowing a little while we talked. "What else would you have in common with my wife?"

She leaned in closer to me and speaking softly and conspiratorially told me "Yes, something else besides both of us wanting to be fucked hard and long by you. She gets to be and I want to be."

"Hell Victoria, you don't hold back, do you?" Was I blushing? I took a step away from her in case she tried groping me as she had in my surgery last week.

"Well damn you doctor, you won't hit on me, so I've got to let you know that I am ready and available. You just have to name the time and date and I will be there lying under you."

"But why me?"

"For a start, you're my doctor. Don't most women have a crush on their family GP? And it helps that you're not bad looking. But top of the list is that I saw the size of the bulge in your trousers when you helped out Steph last week … oh, and I did get to have a feel of you too. I'd say that you have the right equipment to make me feel very good. So what do you say? Want to name a date?"

"Look Victoria, I am very flattered, but it is unethical for me to have any sort of sexual relationship with a patient, inside or outside of my surgery. You are a very beautiful and totally desirable woman and I agree it would be great to have sex with you, but it just can't happen."

I began to walk away with considerable reluctance … but she called me back. "Have you at least got a minute to help me with this shopping." I had been so intent on checking out her body when I first saw her here in the mall that I didn't really take in that she was pushing an overloaded shopping trolley.

"Help you how?"

"Just help me get it into my car."

I looked at my watch, it was getting late and I was now cutting it fine for my tee-off time. I knew that I should say no, but she looked like she wasn't handling my rejection of her advances well. "Oh damn, okay. How far away is your car?"

"Right outside in the first car park." Victoria pushed the trolley toward me and I took over pushing it. She slipped her hands around my closest arm and hung on quite possessively as we walked, as if we were a loving couple. I looked around me nervously, hoping that I would not run into any of my circle of friends, or worse still, my wife.

We reached her car without incident, a blue Mercedes-Benz coupe and she flipped the boot lid (trunk if you're American) and stood back, expecting me to place her shopping bags inside. The first time that I bent over to deposit bags into the car, I immediately felt her fingers slide from behind and between my inner thighs, high up.

As I reached into her trolley for another two bags, I said to her, "Your touch feels very nice, but I really wish you wouldn't. This is a public car park and I do have a professional reputation to protect in this neighbourhood."

Naturally, a few words from me weren't about to stop her, she was a woman on a mission and I was her prey. She stood directly behind me, out of my sight and the hand that had been reaching between my thighs suddenly reached up to cup my balls. I drew in a sharp intake of breath, "Careful with those," but at the same time, I shifted one foot further apart from the other, aiding her access.

"Oh, I will be, doctor … I really can be a gentle lover."

I reached into the trolley for the last bag just as her other hand reached around the side of my body and grasped the shape of my cock through my trousers. Needless to say, with her come on talk and her touching, I was getting hard quickly.

Again, my eyes scanned the car park around me, hoping that we were not being spotted. Her fingers felt me expertly, so good as one set fondled my hard-on while her other set weighed my balls affectionately.

"I have everything I need right here," she whispered from behind me.

"But it can't do you much good right here."

"Which is why I am going to need your help to get my groceries out of my car at the other end."

"What other end?" I asked stupidly.

"At my house, silly. Do you want to ride with me and help me get my groceries into my house?"

"Now why would I do that?" I asked, "I have three guys waiting for me at the golf club to complete our foursome. They are counting on me."

Her fingers squeezed my hard-on tightly, "Now what would you really rather do this afternoon? Chase a silly white ball into one big hole after another or come over to my place and check out some wonderfully tight but quite accessible holes. I have at least a couple that I know you're going to love."

I was racked with indecision. If it came to a contest between having uninhibited sex with an exciting, beautiful woman or playing a round of golf, then sex would win out every time. I was still a very horny man, but here was dangerous temptation again. The Hippocratic Oath I pledged to uphold when I became a doctor was fast becoming a hypocritical pledge. Suddenly, I wanted this woman so badly. I could dare to spend at least four hours with her, the length of a golf game. My wife wouldn't be wondering where I was, she knew that Wednesday afternoons were devoted to golf and 19th hole drinks too, so I wasn't expected home until about seven.

"Where is your husband, Victoria?"

"Doctor, it's all so perfect, he's out of town on business, won't be home until tomorrow night." Her hands both let go and she slid around me to stand between her open car boot and me. She was smiling and her eyes were lit up with excitement. "Will you really come with me?"

"Oh God, I shouldn't, but you are so tempting and I am so weak."

"I'll bet you're not weak, doctor. I would say that you are going to be very strong for me."

"Listen Victoria, I can't leave my car here, so I'm going to follow you to your house. Is it okay if I park in your driveway, or should I park down the street a little way?"

"You can park on my drive, after all, you are my friendly doctor making a rare house call."

"Won't it look strange if my car is there for at least a couple of hours."

"I hope it's there for longer than that, I'm going to need a very long consultation. I have a lot of needs that you are going to be required to fulfil, doctor."

Victoria Miller gave me the address in case I lost sight of her car on the journey to her house. While I walked across the car park to my car, I called one of the guys in my foursome to apologise for my late no-show, giving a feeble excuse about a patient needing urgent treatment from me. Then I drove my car around to where Victoria was parked and followed her out onto the street. My mind was whirling with guilt signals mixed with mental images of what she will look like stark naked. My cock was pulsing already.

As I pulled onto her driveway and stopped my car behind hers, Victoria was already unloading shopping bags. As she headed inside with a bundle, she called back to me, "Can you get the rest please?" I did and followed her up to her house.

There was definitely big money here, the house was modern and, as I soon discovered, built on a cliff-top overlooking the lake. I followed her through the ground floor to her kitchen and we set the bags down on the ample bench space. Then she turned to face me, "Oh doctor, I can't believe you've really come here … to my house … to be with me. I am such a lucky woman. Believe me, you won't regret this, I am going to give you the best afternoon you've ever had."

She reached up and curled one hand around the back of my neck, pulling my face down toward hers, her lips parting in anticipation as my mouth met hers. I found her mouth already open and receptive, her tongue eagerly waiting to join with mine. The kiss was instantly passionate with almost a hint of desperation in her need.

When our mouths parted, our breathing already laboured and heavy from the intense emotion our lips mutually transmitted, she surprisingly stepped back. "Can you fix us both a drink, the bar is in through there. I'll have a vodka, straight up in a long glass," she told me, pointing to the next room. "I'm just going to change into something a bit more comfortable. Can you spare me for ten minutes? Don't you go away now?"

She must have worried that I might get cold feet, but now I was here, I wasn't about to leave.

"Sure," I told her and found my way to the bar, made us both a drink and walked out through sliding glass doors to a patio from where I could take in the lake views.

Chapter Seven

No other neighbouring house looked in on the Millers, but from this patio, one could see a pool and a lawn of the house next door, about 30 feet lower than where I stood. A quite attractive woman was reclining totally naked on a sunlounge, seemingly oblivious to my presence on the overlooking next door balcony. She was too far away to recognise and I wondered if she might also be one of my patients. It was possible, I had a large client base in this area. I watched, absorbed by the alluring sight for some time until a voice from the doorway behind me interrupted my reverie.

"So you're checking out my neighbour," Victoria accused. She had said she would be ten, but it had been more like fifteen minutes since I had poured our drinks while she went away to change.

I turned and was taken aback by her appearance. She stood in the open doorway, a filmy ankle length negligee billowing around her in the breeze. From her thighs down, the garment split into several vertical strips so that as the wind caught it, it continually exposed great expanses of her legs, even above the knees. She seemed to be wearing some hosiery on her legs and as I walked closer to her, I could see through the transparent negligee that she did indeed have stockings and an old-fashioned garter belt.

"You are a vision," I told her, handing her the glass of vodka she requested. She gulped it down in one quick swig.

"I needed that … would you believe I am really quite nervous now that I have you here. I probably shouldn't tell you, but I have wanted you for so long … I never dreamed it would happen. Now I have you to myself, I'm as nervous as a schoolgirl. Will you be good for me?"

"Of course," I reassured her, drawing more confidence in my ability to have this woman from her concession of weakness. I gulped my own drink down, "Do you want to show me your bedroom, Victoria?"

"Oh yes, I do … so much. I'm sorry that I took longer than I thought I would, I decided to have a shower. I wanted to freshen up all of me, I figured that I could be a bit sweaty from shopping. Couldn't have that for our first time together."

We were walking through the expansive house and we reached what I assumed was the door to the master bedroom. Suddenly she stopped and turned to face me. "Doctor, it's important that I tell you this now, before we start. I am not a slut."

Her words surprised me. "Hey, I never thought you were," I assured her.

"I don't go sleeping around at all … my husband does, but I've only had one other man in the twenty years we've been married."

"That's okay," I told her, "You don't need to tell me your sexual history."

"I do actually, because I want you to know that all that come on talk, about wanting to be fucked by you … that's not me, that's not the way I am. It's just that I set my sights on you and I have wanted you so much … you have become my fantasy. I picture you and what your body might look like when I get off on my vibrator. When I couldn't tempt you with subtlety in your surgery, I decided to be more blatant, more hard-hitting, like my comment about having things in common with your wife."

"Thank you, that's nice to know that this will be special for you and not just another conquest."

"Oh my God, you don't know how special. Oh shit doctor, now I'm coming across as desperate. It's just that my husband and I don't do it as much as I would like … as much as I need. I know that he has a couple of bimbos on the side, so he doesn't need to do it with his old wife."

"Victoria, for a start, you are not an old wife. You are in your prime, and to me, you are a much younger and very desirable woman and I can't wait to have you, so can we stop talking and get to bed?"

She giggled nervously, "I'm sorry, yes you're right, I'm talking too much. I will shut up now. Come on, you can have me," she took my hand and led the way into the bedroom. There was a huge double bed off to the left, more sliding doors to yet another patio, this time with mountain views beyond. 

Victoria let go of my hand and walked across to the doors and drew the heavy curtains, instantly darkening the room. She turned and was lit by two bedside lamps that she had obviously previously turned on when she was up here getting changed. They partially illuminated the room. She began to walk seductively toward me, shedding her filmy negligee as she came across the room.

As the garment slipped to the floor, her full body was revealed in brief white panties, dark blue garter belt and sheer skin-tone nylon stockings. She was not wearing a bra, but had some sort of short silky chemise that just covered her ample breasts.

As she approached, my hand went to my shirt and I began to unbutton it. Victoria stepped in front of me and placed her hands over mine, stopping my unbuttoning. "I can do that," she said and began to take over, completing the unbuttoning and parting my shirt, slipping it down my arms, her fingers sliding across my chest, navigating through my chest hair. "Nice body," she appraised, "Can I see the rest of it?"

Without waiting for an answer, her hands descended to my waist and she quickly unbuckled my belt and unzipped my trousers. Unclasped, my trousers fell straight down my legs and I was left standing in my black boxers, tented at the front by you know what. Her fingers curled around my shaft, still encased in my boxers. "Now we're getting somewhere," she whispered seductively.

My hands went up to her shoulders and I pushed at the thin straps of the chemise. "It comes up over the top better," she told me amid my clumsy attempt to push it down over her body. Under her guidance, my hands switched to grasping the bottom of the silky garment and I lifted it carefully up and over her full breasts, my knuckles softly grazing her nipples and bringing them instantly to life.

We were both now bare above the waist but I thought that the appeal of her good sized breasts looked much better than my hairy chest. My hands reached out and began sliding gently over the smooth milky surface of her twin orbs. "Perfect, they're just perfect … I haven't seen many better proportioned."

She blushed, "Thank you, I hoped that you would like them. They're not too big?" she asked further, perhaps fishing for an extra compliment.

"No way, I will enjoy sucking on these beauties."

"I can't wait," she said, giving my hard-on an extra tight squeeze before raising both of her hands to grasp the waistband of my boxers and lift it out over my horizontal shaft, letting them drop to my feet. Now I was naked and I wanted her the same way. My hands went to her waist and fumbled to pull down either the garter belt or the panties … I wasn't sure which should go first, I just knew that I wanted her as naked as me.

"Hold on, I'm not finished with you yet," she said, brushing my hands away and she dropped to her haunches, placing her face directly in front of my wetly seeping hard cock. "I need to check this out, see if it looks the way I have already imagined it."

Her hands stroked along the shaft, "I always knew that you would be cut, I pictured the head smooth and hard, gliding into me."

Wow, this woman really had fantasised about having sex with me.

Having slid along and back on my hard shaft, she slipped one hand around to cup my balls, then she even slid it further and back into the crack of my arse and her finger pushed up between my clenched arse cheeks to lightly touch my anal ring. I must have involuntarily tensed because she looked up at me from cock height with those beautiful eyes glinting mischievously, "Not very anal, eh? We'll have to change that."

Her fingers felt good on my cock and balls, and even at my virgin arse, but I began to worry about my performance if she kept giving me this much attention. "Come up here," I told her, more commanding now, my hands under her arms to raise up her body. She complied, her face coming up within range and I leaned forward and kissed her again. As with the first kiss, there was fire and passion and our tongues intertwined avariciously.

This time, when the kiss broke, leaving us both again overheated and short of breath, I pulled her body close against mine, my hands stroking down her back. They slid over the rounded curve of her arse, the skin again silky smooth like her breasts. She tilted her head up and whispered in my ear, "You can have me anywhere, do anything you want to me. You're my doctor, I trust you with my body."

Wow, the opportunities were endless, but what did I want? I would have to think about that. This could be a chance to explore my sexuality and my hidden desires. As much as I had enjoyed sex with my wife of 25 years, neither of us drifted far from the accepted norms of sexual pleasure. I had thought about anal, but my wife was never that keen so I hadn't pushed it. From Victoria's open invitation, maybe today I might finally get to experience that supposed pleasure.




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 03



But what else could I do with Victoria's body? I would need to think about where this might lead with such an eager and willingly compliant woman. But then would I appear to be naive and inexperienced if I had to ask questions. Creative thought about new sexual positions would have to wait … I had taken charge by raising her body upright before she had got to giving me a blow job. Now she was expecting me to make the next move.

I dipped my head down to plant wet kisses on the smooth skin between her throat and her breasts, my lips slowly sliding lower, the kisses gradually taking longer at each spot of skin until my mouth covered one nipple and my tongue and teeth came into play too. She sighed loudly at this new intimacy and her hands folded around the back of my head to hold me firmly to her full breast.

I suckled at her nipple, varying from soft to hard in my loving of her breast, then I gave the same amount of attention to her other nipple and I thought I detected her body struggling to stand upright under my sexual ministrations.

Pausing in my devouring of her breasts, I shuffled us across to the side of the large bed and I pushed her down on her back before my mouth again covered her breasts and I continued my loving of her magnificent orbs. She was now sighing appreciatively, her fingers fluttering between my hair and my back, urging me on with the pressure of her fingers whenever my lips did something that she really responded to.

"I knew you would be a good lover, that's why I wanted you so much."

"Don't sum me up too soon, I might cum in ten seconds when I feel the heat of the inside of you wrapped around my cock."

"You won't, I know you'll be good," she said confidently, but unwittingly heaping huge expectation on my performance in her bed. I started wondering about her husband, whose lack of attention lately had led her to pursuing me. He may lately be ignoring her sexually, but was he nevertheless still a masterful lover … or in fact, had he ever been? She would no doubt make comparisons when all of this was over … I would have to await her judgement.

I had been at her breasts for … who knows, perhaps 15 minutes. I didn't know, but it seemed like a long time. She was very patient, allowing my foreplay, even though from her urgent passionate kissing, I expected that she wanted my cock inside her as soon as possible. How much foreplay would she need? Was she an easily orgasmic woman? These are all things that a man has to consider when in pursuit of fornicating with a very desirable woman. You see ladies, you only need to lie there and accept the loving.

I made the decision to head south and my lips reluctantly gave up those twin beauties and slid over her soft skin to her waist. My tongue licked her belly button, it was an inny and her body shuddered from the sensation. My mouth moved over the thin waistband of her garter belt and I chose to leave it in position, keeping her stockings up sheer over her fine legs.

My fingers came into play, grasping the waistband of her panties and tugging them down. Right in front of my probing eyes, her glorious pubis came into splendid view as I slid the panties down over her hips. It was a welcoming and beautiful sight, just a neatly trimmed layer of fine hair pointed the way to the opening of heavenly delights concealed behind outer labia lips that now struggled to hold her treasures within.

The passion of our kissing and my attention to her breasts had aroused her body heat and the blood had engorged these lower lips to the point that they had parted slightly. My hands ignored her panties, leaving them at knee level, while they moved up to feather-touch the soft skin between the top of her inner thighs and the lips of her labia. She moaned in delight and tried to part her legs more to allow me access, but her panties at her knees trapped her legs closely together.

One of my hands dropped to her knees to resume pushing her panties down to her ankles and she kicked them off, allowing her to spread her legs wide, inviting my touch and my intimate inspection. My fingers gently pulled her outer labia apart, revealing her moist interior linings, the tiny entrance to her cunt, the fold that concealed most of the even tinier opening to her urethra and above all of that, the gently budding of her clitoris, peeking from behind the hood. A woman's body was a work of wonder and this woman's now lay exposed to my eager gaze.

My tongue slid from between my open lips and stretched out to lick wherever it looked good and tasty. She shrieked in surprise and delight at the wet firm touch, adding "Oh yes, do that!" Undaunted, I licked again and got a similar reaction.

Pressing on, I flattened my tongue, placing it just below the opening to her cunt, dangerously close to her tight anal ring and I slid my tongue up across her spread lips until it reached her clit and my lips closed over that trigger and sucked. She shrieked out loud once more, "Oh God yes … yes!" Then she moaned while I stilled my tongue and let her emotions recede. "My husband hasn't done this for ages … I so need it."

I pulled my mouth off her clit, "Then I better see to your pleasure then." My mouth moved back to the starting line and my tongue repeated the move. Much the same emotive reaction without any words this time, just sighing and moaning in pleasure. It was so nice to be able to bring a woman this much sexual delight.

She had lifted her legs up high and was using her hands to hold them back above her chest, opening my favourite part of her body up to my gaze and my tongue and lips. I inspected her body and I guess I marvelled at how close her cunt and her anus were. The pucker of her tiny anal ring had now spread open just a little from having her legs pulled back.

Experimentally, I licked a finger and placed it on the pucker of her anus while my tongue drove another sweep from her cunt to her clit. This brought an even louder reaction, "Oh, stick it in!" she screamed out.

"Stick it in where?" I managed to ask between sweeps of my tongue across the good parts of her pubis.

"Anywhere, just put your fingers inside me," she pleaded.

The fingertip at her anus probed a little, testing the sphincter and I pushed with it … all of my fingernail and the first joint of the finger disappearing inside her body. She screamed out loudly, "Oh yes!"

I brought my other hand into play and placed a finger at her cunt while my mouth took a brief break. That finger pushed too, going in much more easily and sliding all the way inside her wet passage. "Oh yes, in there too … another one, you can get another finger in there."

Her body was heaving up off the bed now, attempting to secure a hold of the fingers that were ravaging both her cunt and her arse. I now had two fingers in her cunt and still one in her anus and I began to churn them around inside her constantly moving body. "Oh, feels so good … don't stop … don't stop anything. Can I have your tongue again?"

My head moved forward to comply with her wishes and without stopping the ravaging of her insides by my fingers, my tongue and lips connected again with her erect little clit button. Her body was out of her control and my tongue's renewed onslaught on her clit brought an immediate and intense response as she spasmed, her arse bouncing and lifting clear off the bed in appreciation of the orgasmic delights that shook her body to the core.

I struggled for my mouth and my fingers to keep contact with her throbbing and spasming body and I had to work hard at it. But I knew that she would want to maintain the contact to prolong the lascivious pleasure that she was deriving from it.

Hers was a long release but eventually she came down from it. Her arse settled back on the bed, I had removed my lips from her clitoris, sensing that she would now be extremely sensitive there, but my fingers maintained their insertions within her body. "What do you intend to do with those fingers now?"

"I don't know," I admitted, feeling a little foolish that they were still embedded in her now that her euphoric feelings had subsided.

"They do feel good, you can leave them right where they are if you want."

"Okay," I responded brightly, twisting each around to remind her of their presence. 

She moaned loudly, "Ummm … feels really good." I looked up along her body to see her looking back down at me. "Then again, you could replace them with something a bit bigger. Have you got something bigger for me, doctor?"

Damn, the way she called me doctor, instead of James or Jim, turned me on so much that my cock twitched every time she did it. "My fingers are in two different places, I've only got one cock … so where would you like it?"

Victoria giggled, "You sly old fox, you gave me the impression that you weren't very anal. Well, you horny old bastard, I told you that you can have all of me, so go for it. It's your turn now, you can do whatever you want."

At my age, I thought that I had passed the opportunity to test having my hard cock in a woman's fine arse. Perhaps not, after all. Still, I could wait, I figured that, even though Victoria had cum, what she really wanted now was a good natural fucking. I gently slid my respective digits from her body and raised up to move up the bed until I was above her, straddling her. She looked up at me expectantly, "This looks promising."

I shifted my knees between hers and lowered my pelvis down until my long, hard cock was nudging between the still widely spread labia lips. I placed the cock-head at the partially open door of her cunt and she smiled up at me expectantly. "You've chosen well, you can explore your anal side later … right now, I need to be fucked hard."

I humped my hips and my cock-head pushed into her. I looked down at her, she was smiling eagerly and her eyes closed at the sensation of my cock invading her body. Her arms reached up to grasp my stiffened arms as they held my upper body above her. "Make love to me!" she pleaded, so I did, my mouth dropping once more to those magnificent breasts and gorging myself on their succulent nipples while my hard-on just played with her in preparation for a more torrid onslaught.

How long would she be content with my cock just making little short forays into her surprisingly tight cunt? She had told me she wanted to be fucked hard, so I anticipated that she would soon be screaming out for more … her cunt attempting to capture the full length of me, not just an inch or two.

However, she allowed me to play my foreplay games with her some more and I kept this gentle pattern up for quite a few minutes. She was very patient, possibly the uncontrollable edge taken off her arousal by having cum in response to my tongue and fingers. It turned out to be me who eventually wanted more as my arousal was stirred by the wet grip of her tender inner lining as my cock-head painted just inside her cunt.

My head lifted up off her breasts to gaze down into her eyes, which opened with surprise at the cessation of my mouth on her nipples. "It's time to seriously fuck," I told her and shoved my cock hard all the rest of the way inside her in one long lethal thrust.

She accepted my entire length eagerly, her eyes opened wider at my hard intrusion, "Good, this is what I really want!"

So began a hard, thrusting in-and-out with my cock driving hard into her, filling her passage completely, only to withdraw until only the cock-head clung to her grasping inner lips. My earlier concentration on maintaining her arousal with my shorter insertions and attention to her nipples were quickly rewarded when she peaked rapidly, maybe only 20 seconds after the serious fucking started. I didn't stop for her … I just kept plundering my cock into her while her intense orgasm surrounded me.  

On and on we rode … but when I sensed another peak rising for her, I had to quickly assess my own state of arousal. I doubted that I could hold out for her to have another after this impending release. So I decided to go hard for my own coming now, to join with her to make it more intense this first time inside Victoria.

I thrust my cock harder and deeper into her, if indeed that was possible and I allowed myself to look down at her hot body, encouraging the visual response that we men often desperately try to hold back to prolong our women's pleasure.

I succeeded in bringing my peak on and as her body crashed and spasmed and pulsed around my invading cock, it too spurted out its cum, delivering it deep toward her uterus.

My body collapsed onto hers as hers heaved in the after-glow of her own orgasm, joined by accepting mine. We didn't talk for a while, my head tucked down alongside hers, my sweaty chest hair mashing to her equally sweaty breasts, my cock still embedded within her dark confines. It had indeed been one helluva fuck. But now the guilt would return … I should be out on the golf course, not fornicating with one of my patients in her marital bed.

I eventually felt her body stirring beneath me, was I too heavy for her? I eased my upper body off her and looked down. "I guess I better be going," I suggested.

"What? There's no way you're leaving, doctor. We've only just started."

"I don't know about that, I'm not as young as I used to be."

"Nonsense, if that was anything to go by, you will be great. My God, that was sensational, better than I ever imagined in my fantasies about you."

I accepted her compliment, "Really?"

"Yes really, I don't normally cum as often as that, so when I had my fantasies of doing it with you, I just expected to cum once … like I have always done with my husband. But three times, oh my God, that's my monthly quota. I've never even done that with my vibrator. You mister, are something else."

"I am glad that you're happy."

She just smiled back in response and I began to lift up, attempting to slide the remnants of my erection from her cunt. "Where are you going?"

"I was going to pull out, get the weight of me off your body … I must be squashing you."

"No, that's nonsense … please stay inside me. I love the feel of you in there, even though we've stopped and you're not as hard, it still feels good. Besides, we've got to somehow get you up again."

I stopped trying to withdraw and settled back down on her, my cock felt like it was about half-hard. "I told you, I'm not too sure how much I've got left. I'm not as young as I used to be."

Her hands grabbed hold of my head and lifted it up enough for us to make eye contact. She obviously wanted to watch my reaction when she said "You haven't had my arse yet, don't you want to put it in there."

My face brightened and I smiled eagerly down at her, but she didn't need either of those signs to affirm that she was right in her assessment. My cock twitched and jumped, responding within her cunt to her suggestion.

"Well, I can see that you do … I thought you might. Have you ever had a woman's arse before?"

"No!" I told her, ashamed at my lack of experience, being a medical man and all.

"I didn't think that you had. That's good, I can be your first at something. I'll bet you'll like coming in my arse." My unconscionable cock twitched again at her words, damn thing knew nothing about subtlety. It was even starting to grow again within her cunt in spite of having been drained of cum in a great finish.

Victoria noticed that too, "Umm, that feels good, you're getting big again." She was still holding my head up above hers, we were eye to eye. "Is this happening because I said you could have my arse?"

"I'd say so," I sheepishly admitted, not even sure myself what the appeal was for us mere males.

"Why haven't you ever done it before?" she quizzed me, her eyes probing mine for a truthful answer.

I gave her the truth, "It's not that I didn't want to, I guess I've always wanted to … since I was old enough to know that real men and women sex wasn't confined to the missionary position. But my wife just wasn't into it … no way she was about to let me put my cock into her arse."

"Was it fear of the unknown for her … or religious upbringing?"

"A bit of both, I'd say … she always told me that she thought that it would hurt like hell. She never had a great tolerance for pain … hollered like a stuck pig when she had the kids."

"Can't say I blame her for that, if you men only knew what we all go through to have children. So what about other women? You're quite a handsome man, you must have had affairs?"

"Well, actually no, I haven't. I have been very faithful all these years. It's only in the past couple of months that I have begun to look at my women patients as tempting sexual creatures. Before I was always able to switch off. When a woman came to me with a personal problem, I could look at a her luscious cunt as a non-sexual item of anatomy that I had to cure."

"And now, doctor? How do you look at your female patients' cunts now?"

"With a hard-on every time. It's now impossible for me to examine any female under 50 without getting a raging horn."

Victoria wriggled her body around beneath mine, her hands grasping my naked arse and forcing my hard cock back deeper into her. "Speaking of raging horns, this is a good one again."

I began to thrust very slowly into the attractive woman beneath me and she closed her eyes to savour the long firm strokes that were filling her wet passage once more. "Ummm, I can take a lot of this. Please stay with me all afternoon, doctor."

"You can call me James, or Jim, I'd say we're now familiar enough to be on first name terms."

She reopened her eyes, "I kind of like calling you doctor … it seems more illicit."

"Whatever turns you on," I told her, thinking to myself that I also kind of liked the idea of the woman that I was fucking calling me doctor.

"You do," she answered, grinding her hips beneath me, trying to urge my strokes to speed up as her body began its natural response to my deep and probing cock strokes. "Come on, damn you … I want it now, hard!"

I bent my head down and my mouth closed over one nipple, sucking on it hard to elongate its length while my cock maintained the slow strokes into her cunt. Then, timing my next move to perfection, my teeth grazed her hard nipple while my cock drove in particularly hard and deep.

"Damn it, now!" she screamed, "I've got to have it now!" as her pelvis gyrated and pumped back hard at mine, trying to lock me with hers as the beginning of another orgasm throbbed up through her body. 

I made the decision to appease her body's urgent need and I increased the speed of my thrusts, my cock pummelling in and out of her rapidly. It was just what she craved at that exact moment and her breathing was loud as her climax peaked, her nails ripping into my back. "God, yes … oh yes … oh dear God, thank you!" she screamed out, both at me and at nobody in particular as her body was overcome by the intense throbbing and pulsing of her orgasm.

I paused as soon as my cock had seen off her orgasm, I certainly didn't need to continue. I figured that my next release would be my last for the day. I lay perfectly still, my hard cock locked within the entire length of her cunt, enjoying the pulsing beat of her release as her passage tried to squeeze my cock to release my cum. But there was no way I was having any of that, I was saving my load for another darker tighter passage.

I let Victoria come down from the heat of the moment. When her breathing was restored to normal, she lifted my head in her hands again, "You have nothing to worry about when it comes to experience. That was one of the best orgasms I think I've ever had."




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 03



"I'm really glad you liked it," I told her. "Now what was that you were saying about my having your arse?"

Her face beamed up at me, "Oh goody, you've saved some for me."

"Just a bit, can I cum in your arse too?"

"Of course, that's part of the deal … you're going to be in there all the way till the end."

"Okay, then how do we go about this?"

"You have to pull out of my cunt first, that's if you really want to." She squeezed the muscles around her cunt, the liquid passage gripping my hard-on, teasing me to linger within her.

I enjoyed what her body was doing. "I'm in no hurry," I told her, settling my body comfortably on hers. She continued to make playful, squeezing moves around my erection and I savoured the sensations, even dropping my head down again for my mouth to devour her breasts … more gently this time.

We continued this way for another 5 minutes or so and her breathing soon told me that her body was becoming aroused again. I encouraged her renewed arousal as best I could, but mainly just through my lips and tongue on her nipples. I knew that if I allowed my cock to become engaged in thrusting again, I could be gone in an instant … and with it, any hope of penetrating her arse.

As Victoria's body became more insistent, I was forced to drop one hand down to her clit, my fingers stirring the little bud into a big hard bud. My fingers gathered up the moisture that oozed out of her around the edges of my cock, wedged tightly – but unmoving - in her cunt.

Her breathing became louder, accompanied by her sensual moaning and at last we were both rewarded as her body peaked beneath me and she shuddered through another orgasm, less intense than the last, probably due to less cock activity.

My head was raised, watching her face as she opened her eyes again. "You snuck that one up on me … have you got any more surprises, doctor?"

"No, no more," I promised as I began the withdrawal of my cock from her wet, gripping cunt. It seemed to resist my leaving and I could feel the delicate inner lining clinging to my sensitive cock-head as it came out. I hovered above her on my hands and knees, looking down at the dishevelled hair, the crazed love-hungry eyes, the erect taut nipples rising from her ample and still quite pert breasts, a trail of perspiration running between the twin orbs. Further down, what there was of her thin pubic hair was wet and matted and traces of white seeped from her spread cunt lips.

"Are you sure you really do want my arse?" she teased, one of her hands drifting down her body, over her tummy, her fingers trailing across her pubic mound, and then stretching to reach between her thighs and further so that her fingers disappeared from sight beyond her cunt.

I answered her silently by rolling her willing body over in the big bed. Now her smooth flawless back was presented to me, dipping into a valley at her waist before rising again to two full perfectly rounded arse cheeks with no sign of excess fat. That hand that had disappeared between her legs could now be seen from this side, two fingers buried deep between her cheeks.

Continuing to take charge, I knelt above her, slipping my legs between hers as my hands grasped her thighs and pulled them wide apart, revealing her puckered anal entrance and those fingers resting just below it. "I need to be wetter," she warned, "You'll find some KY in the bedside table."

I reached across, opened a drawer and found the KY gel easily. There wasn't much in there, just a couple of vibrators of differing sizes and colours and a packet of condoms. I wondered if she expected me to wear one of those for my initiation into anal sex.

I squeezed the gel from the container, squirting some on her spread arse, between the cheeks and she shivered from the feel of the cool liquid, then I put more on my fingers. I attended to my cock first, although it was still very wet from being inside her cunt. Then my fingers touched her arse cheek for the first time and there was an involuntary winking of her anus as well as a moan from her mouth buried in the pillow.

My fingers spread the KY all around her puckered little entrance. I knew its size like the back of my hand from the number of patients whose anuses I had examined over the years, so I shouldn't be surprised at how small and fragile it appeared. Yet I was … and as I started to use one finger to push gently into her arse, I marvelled at how I was going to be able to get my generous sized cock, in its engorged state, inside here.

My finger probed inside her up to the first knuckle and Victoria let out a cautiously appreciative moan. Her sphincter maintained a tight defensive grip on the intruding digit. Well lathered up with KY, I pushed in deeper – to the second knuckle, twisting my finger around to line her walls with gel. Further muffled moaning came from her face in the pillow. I guessed that she liked it.

"Try two fingers," she suggested, her head lifting to half turn toward me. "You're going to have to use two if I'm ever gonna get lose enough to get your cock in me."

I pulled the first finger back until only the tip remained inside her arse, then I pushed a second finger alongside and forced it through her sphincter. "Ungghh!" she sort of protested at the increased width within her anus. I paused at only the first knuckle of both fingers, but she urged me on, "Don't hold back, use all of them, get me good and wet inside."

So I did, I probed her arse with the two fingers, even tried to spread them a little within her tight walls that were nowhere near as flexible as a woman's cunt. I pushed the fingers in deeply, as far as I could get them and she moaned and her arse moved around sensually on the bed. All the while, my hard-on twitched in mid-air, pre-cum continuing to seep from its tip.

Again, her head lifted up and she half turned around. "Give me a kiss," she asked and I obliged, leaning forward over her back to kiss her moist lips. It seemed appropriate to me that I should kiss this woman with passion just before I plunged my hard cock up her arse.

When our kiss broke, she dropped her head back down to the pillow and I heard her muffled voice, "I'm ready whenever you are."

I gazed down at the wondrous sight before me. I looked upon the back of this beautiful woman who had given me her body so eagerly this afternoon. My eyes dropped down to her twin arse mounds, so rounded, so prominent and so spread wide by the angle of her legs. I pulled my two fingers from inside her and as I watched, she prepared herself further for my anticipated onslaught by shuffling her knees up under her belly, having the effect of raising her arse up higher. In fact, she continued to slide into a kneeling position, so her arse was up higher off the bed than any other part of her. The pucker of her anal ring was spread open … still seemingly tiny for what was about to enter it, but nevertheless open for me.

I shuffled forward on my knees until the horizontally stretched head of my cock just lightly touched her anal ring. She flinched at the first touch of my serious intruder, but then not wanting to discourage me at all, her hands reached back to grasp her arse cheeks and pull them even further apart, if indeed that was possible.

"Come on, I want your cock in my arse," she encouraged, "You're going to love it, my anal virgin doctor."

She certainly knew all the right bells to ring. I pushed my cock-head forward so that it was now lodged within the stretched anal ring. Damn, it still looked huge resting there up against where we both expected it to go. I heard a sensually whispered "Yes" from my lover. My hands reached out and grasped her hips firmly, securing her body to withstand my first thrust. I gazed down again in awe at my stiffened cock-head, resting comfortably before asserting its power against her anal opening.

I tightened my hold on her hips and thrust my own hips forward, looking down to watch as the head of my cock somehow slipped inside an entrance only half its girth … sliding inside her anal ring at the first attempt, her sphincter just opening up for my entry. No matter how smooth and easy it appeared to be to me as I watched my cock-head engulfed within her anus, there was still a loud "Ungghh!" from the pillow as Victoria reacted to the size of my cock entering her arse.

"Are you okay?" I asked with concern.

She quickly followed with warm words of reassurance for me, "Yes, I'm okay … it's all good … don't you dare stop!"

Encouraged by her words, I didn't hesitate a moment longer and I thrust again. I got the same "Ungghh!" reaction, but it concerned me less this time. I allowed myself to enjoy the sensual feel of her incredible tightness all around my sensitive cock-head.

Control yourself, I thought, not wanting to blow this incredible first time away cheaply, but the tug of her rectum on my cock was doing incredible things to my arousal. I wanted so desperately to break into a hard driving, thrusting animal rooting of her dark passage without fear of her anger or retribution. Somehow, I managed to exercise sufficient control to hold back and make short thrusts, gaining maybe an inch at a time as my hard erection gradually occupied more and more of her willing, waiting rectum.

With each new gain of anal territory that my cock occupied, Victoria reacted with an expressive "Ungghh". But by the time that more than two thirds of my length was happily ensconced within her arse, her grunts no longer seemed to signal any degree of pain, but were more like an expression of wanton acceptance of the invader in her rectum.

When at last I could get no more of my hard shaft inside her arse, my eyes surveyed the scene below me, relishing the sight of my entire seven inches buried away within her tight arse. I savoured the erotic sensations of her body's strangling grip on my cock and then my hands tightened on her hips and I began the withdrawal of my hard-on right back until only the cock-head clung to her tight anal sphincter. Then I steadied momentarily and plunged forward again, sinking all of it in one long deep push. That one would have made her eyes water.

I pulled most of my length back out again, paused … and then plunged in again. The wondrous extra delight of being inside this forbidden tunnel was the extraordinary visual stimulus that complemented what the nerve endings on the sensitive underside of my cock could feel and enjoy as it dragged in and out of her tight passage. Staring down upon her spread arse exposed wantonly before my eyes, I could watch the entire length of my cock gobbled up inside her arse, only to reappear, angry red and still shiny from the lathering of KY.

I had cum just once in this wild afternoon, but it seemed like my cock had been constantly stimulated for the past hour or two. As I plunged in and out of this woman's welcoming rectum, I knew that I would not be able to contain my ultimate release much longer. Eager to see that Victoria's generosity was rewarded, one of my hands roamed down under her kneeling body and my fingers scanned across her belly, seeking out her clitoris.

She could feel my roaming fingers and would know where they were headed long before I could get to touch her clit. Her muffled voice came back at me from her face buried in her pillow. "You don't have to, doctor … I'm okay! You just let yourself go!"

"But I want to," I tried to tell her, "This all feels so good and I want you to share it with me."

"No" she insisted, "Just do it, go on, just cum inside my arse. Forget about me, I've already cum more times than I ever usually do … so I feel really good." She managed to lift her head up and she half turned it around toward me to make her final statement, "Your cock feels great in there, doctor … I know you're enjoying my arse … so just let it go. Give me all your cum now!"

That did it, I needed no more stimulus for my cock and balls to react. The sight of my fucking action, the feel of her tight arse as my cock ground into her and now her voice telling me "Give me all your cum now!" Both hands returned to her hips to hold her firmly, my thrusts took on extra depth and force and my cum blasted out through the tip of my pulsing cock and filled her rectum with my cream.

My release spurted from me in considerable volume and my head spun as the waves of pleasure pulsed from my cock and through my body. My final climax was intense … at 51 years of age, I had just enjoyed my first female arse … and I loved it.

Victoria was eager to know how I had enjoyed her generous gift. "How was it?" she was asking, even while my head was still spinning from the waves of pleasure that had emanated from my spasming cock.

"Oh, just give me a minute," I told her, my eyes open, staring down at her spread arse, watching my pulsing cock start to lose its rigidity.

"Come on, I want to know, doctor … how did you enjoy my arse."

I watched as I pulled about an inch of my shaft back out of her tight passage and saw the obvious white cream of my cum seeping out around the edges of her spread anus now that it no longer gripped me so tightly.

"Fabulous," I told her, now that I was able to again form words. "Truly sensational, what a tight feeling, so very different from being in a woman's cunt. I can't believe I've waited 50 years to enjoy these feelings."

"I knew you'd like it, I'm glad that I could be the one to give you this pleasure … that makes me feel good."

"I would have liked to have you cum with me at the end."

"That wasn't necessary, truly. You were so good earlier, you got me off about three times, I think. I really didn't need any more. I told you this first time in my arse was especially for you … and I meant it."

"Thanks, I guess I owe you one."

"I hoped you might say that … I want us to do it again some time soon, doctor."

That could be a problem, each of my other patient transgressions had been quick one-offs. I really did still love my wife, this had been just a tempting carnal opportunity that put me in Victoria's bed on what should have been a golfing afternoon for me. "We'll see," I told her without commitment.

I went back to watching my shrinking cock still within her arse, and more of my cum seeping around the edges of my shaft to leak from her anus. I pulled back and a surge of my creamy deposit followed as finally my cock-head slipped from the grip of her anal sphincter. Her anus remained open, dark inside except for my trail of whitish cum dripping from it.

Victoria wisely decided not to push me on setting a return engagement, instead offering "How about a shower, doctor … I know I'd like to clean up and you probably should too."

"Yes, you're right," I agreed, moving from between her legs and sliding to the edge of the bed, trying not to leave telltale signs on the sheets of my having been there. After all, her husband was one of my patients too, no need to upset him.

"Can you get me some tissues, it feels like your cum is just flowing out of me." She put her hand back behind her, feeling the steady stream of my cum that oozed from her arse. Her other hand went under her and appeared to touch her pubis. "God, it's everywhere, you sure gave me heaps."

I reached across to the bedside table and pulled out a sheaf of tissues from the box there, handing them to Victoria who wadded them up to stem the flow while she eased herself off the bed. She sat on the side of the bed alongside me and her face winced. "Ooh, I'm a bit sore down there, you sure pounded me."

"I'm sorry," I offered, "You told me to go for it, I didn't know how hard to push in."

"Shush, no, I shouldn't have said anything, I'm okay really … I don't want you to feel anything bad right now. You should just feel good from how much you enjoyed being in my arse. I'm okay, I had forgotten how tender it gets after a bit of a pummelling like that, I'll be alright in a day or two … truly." She smiled at me, trying to convey that she was okay with it. Still, it did leave me wondering if I had got a bit too carried away with my hard thrusts.

We went into her shower and for a while, it seemed that I may be able to do her a third time. The warm water, the soapy suds all over my genitals, her warm hands and probing fingers … she managed to get my cock half stiff again. My soapy fingers on her clit while I had one finger stuck in her tender anus got her off one more time and now I felt much better that I had managed to add to her enjoyment of the afternoon.

I convinced her that another arousal for me was a lost cause and she gave up, we towelled off and dressed again. Well, at least I did, she just donned a diaphanous gown that made leaving her all that much harder. I promised her that we would try to schedule another afternoon, but I did insist that I had to maintain my golfing afternoons each Wednesday or my golf partners may become suspicious and say something in front of my wife sometime.

Was this it? Had I now had enough of abusing my role as a medical practitioner? Why were these women only now tempting me? Had they always been trying and previously I had never noticed?

Chapter Eight

My vow to clean up my act lasted just one day. On Thursday afternoon, my second patient of the session was a woman of around 40, similar age and attractive appearance to yesterday's lover, Victoria. I scanned my patient list for the afternoon, there were some gaps from after this consultation until the next scheduled for 4pm. It was now 3.20.

"So Diana, what brings you to see me this afternoon?" I began warmly.

The short-haired blonde looked shy about saying. Straight away, I assumed that it must involve some intimate part of her anatomy and my unconscionable cock twitched in my pants. Good grief, I thought, didn't I get enough yesterday?

She sat down in my patient chair, but sitting forward, only perching on the front edge. She either wanted to speak to me conspiratorially or her arse hurt. Diana looked around the room nervously before at last her eyes focussed directly on mine.

"I've been a bit naughty, doctor," her words were soft and I had to lean forward to hear her clearly. With our faces close, her use of the word naughty echoed in my ears … I felt my cock surge.

"Well Diana, I can't imagine you being naughty, whatever have you done." Even while telling her that, I really was imagining this woman in some state of undress, her legs in the air.

"Doctor, I … err … oh dear, I'm not sure how to put this. Err … you see, my present husband and I have always had a bit of a thing for anal sex…"

My face must have given up my stunned reaction to her revelation about anal sex, a subject I now knew a bit about, because she paused, then continued, "…oh please don't think less of me, it's just a wicked thing we do, we both get off on it. Have you … err … that is, do you know much about it … about anal sex. I mean?"

"Well Diana, I am a doctor, I do know a bit about these things," not yet letting on how recent my education was.

"Oh, I'm so glad, I would hate to think that you disapprove of me, you being my doctor and all." She seemed to be a bit more confident now, having felt some reassurance from me. "My present husband is only … err, that is, he's only got a small dick, so doing it in my arse probably gives us both more satisfaction. It's like his dick gets lost when it's in my vagina."

"Diana, you are referring to him as your present husband, can you explain?"

"Oh, yes of course, I am sorry. Richard with the smallish dick is my second and present husband … my first husband Roger had a much, much thicker one and he carved a wide path in my vagina over the years we were married. So much so that when Richard and I got together…"




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 03



"That's Little Dick," I said with a smirk.

"You're not mocking him because of the size of his dick, are you doctor?"

"No, certainly not, I am sorry if I caused offence."

She seemed satisfied with my apology. "As I was saying, when Richard and I got together, we found that he barely touched the sides in my vagina." She smiled, "Oh, perhaps that's somewhat of an exaggeration, but he didn't get a lot of friction in there. So we started having him do it in my arse where even his small dick felt tight and we would put a thick vibrator in my vagina so that we could both come at the same time."

My damn cock was stiffening rapidly from her descriptions of sex with her husbands and I surreptitiously slipped one hand down to adjust it within my pants - for my comfort and so that the bulge would not be appear obvious. But I wasn't surreptitious enough and Diana spotted my move, she didn't speak again until she had finished watching my hand come back to rest on the desk. I wondered if she would comment on my reaction to her story.

She did. "Is this making you horny, doctor?"

"Only a natural male reaction to an attractive woman talking about her sexual episodes, Diana. You have to accept that I am not just your doctor, I am a mere male too with normal reactions … erections are often uncontrollable."

She seemed to accept my explanation and she smiled cheekily. "Where was I? Oh yes, I was just admitting why my husband and I have always been into anal sex. Well, here's where my story goes off the rails. My husband and I went to a party last Sunday, lots of people there, many of our friends. I had a fair bit to drink and this guy who's been trying to get into my panties for years … well, let's just say, he made it at last."

I leaned forward, now I was really interested and my cock had reached maximum stiffness, bursting to get out, probably already seeping pre-cum juice into my underpants.

"You are telling me Diana, that you let this man have you last Sunday … what, at the party, or after it … where did you two do it?"

"Do you really need the detail? Isn't it enough for me to admit that I let this man have me because I had too much to drink … I am ashamed enough as it is that I would cheat on Richard."

My voyeuristic side wanted to hear more, but I did have to balance that with how much realistically this patient should be expected to reveal to her doctor. "Diana, I haven't heard yet what medical problem has brought you to me, so I just thought that it would help my diagnosis if I was aware how you succumbed to this man." Would she buy that? I waited with baited breath.

"Oh, well since you put it that way. The party started about three and went well into the evening. They had a pool and it was a warm day so some of us had brought costumes and we had a swim. That should have sobered me up, but I had a bit more to drink after the swim. I was still hanging about in my bikini, showing a bit more flesh than some of our friends had seen before."

She had a good figure so I could only imagine how tempting she may have looked in her bikini to other males at the party. As she told her tale, I noticed that her eyes dropped downward occasionally. I wasn't sure whether this was an embarrassed reaction to having to tell me about her sexual tryst, or was she checking out the prominent bulge in my lap.

"Somewhere about nine, I went off to the bathroom and had a pee. When I came out, my head was really spinning, so I ducked off into a bedroom that I knew as the guest bedroom. In other words, it didn't belong to a family member who might walk in on me. I just flopped face down on the bed, hoping that twenty minutes might help me to recover and vowing not to drink any more that night."

She looked down to check her watch before continuing, "I'm sorry, you must have another patient due and I haven't even told you my problem yet."

"No," I reassured her, "My book is clear for the next half-hour, take as long as you need to tell me."

"Oh really, that's convenient isn't it?" I wasn't quite sure why she smiled as she said that … it looked mischievous. "Anyway, in that semi dark bedroom, I sort of drifted off, but I was conscious of some light streaming into the room and despite the haze, I figured that someone had opened and then closed the door. I heard a click that sounded like the lock. I froze, not sure what was happening and wanting to jump up, but my head still spun when I lifted it up off the bed. Then suddenly, I felt a man's hands on my waist, then lower and I felt those hands grasp a hold of my bikini bottoms and just yank them down over my legs."

Diana looked down again, this time I was convinced that she was checking out the bulge in my trousers, quite prominent as my imprisoned cock surged on hearing her last few words.

"This male voice that I couldn't identify at first said 'what a great arse' and I knew that this male was hovering above me, gazing down on my naked cheeks. I knew that he would be trying to check out my intimate parts that should be hidden by my arse cheeks. I clamped them tightly together, but he grabbed my legs and dragged them wide apart. I was so embarrassed, I knew that now he would be able to see everything from where he was, but I just couldn't lift up off the bed."

"Did you resist him at all?"

"Only with words, I told him to stop it, to leave me alone and get out … I said that I would scream out for my husband. He just said that nobody would hear me above the sound of the music outside. I must admit that I could still hear the boom-boom of the music through the closed door. Next thing, his fingers were between my legs, I guess that he was trying to get me wet, but he was very clumsy. He hadn't said enough for me to identify who it was. I was curious of course, I could see where this was heading and I knew that I was powerless to stop it. A woman at least likes to know who's getting their rocks off inside her body."

"So by now you were resigned to letting him do you?"

"Doctor, I'm not a slut if that's what you're thinking. Having had two husbands doesn't make me a loose woman."

It actually does, I thought, recalling her description of Little Dick flopping his cock around in her loose vagina. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to give you that impression … I was just asking if you had decided that there was little you could do now to stop him."

"Yes, I had pretty much. With all the drink, I had little resistance, so I guess I decided to just grin and bear it. Anyhow, he got his fingers on my clitoris and, damn, it actually felt quite good. The next thing, I'm getting wet and he ran his fingers around my clit and at the opening to my vagina. I expected him to stick them in me, but to my surprise, he shoved his fingers in my arse instead, rubbed all my juices around my anus. Before I could tell him to hold on a minute, he had his friggin' cock-head pushing at my sphincter. God, he felt huge after Richard."

My damn hard-on was now pulsing within my pants.

"Well doctor, he certainly wasn't gentle and just some juice from my body on his fingers wasn't enough lubrication to get a dick that big into my arse. It hurt like hell and he took his time … but the worst thing was the damn cocky bastard got his fingers around under me, onto my clit and he managed to get me off too. I didn't need to give him that satisfaction. Halfway through it all, he began talking to me, you know, talking dirty, thinking it would turn me on. I realised that it was this lecher from the neighbourhood who has been after me for years. I had always managed to brush him off, even being quite rude to him sometimes. The bastard had at last nailed me."

"Did you think of reporting him for rape?"

"Yes, I thought about it … for about five minutes. I decided that all the baggage that came with that, like my husband finding out that it happened, and having to be examined by the police, and going to court and all. I decided that it wasn't worth it, I'm still stewing over it, but I'll work on some other way to get him back someday."

"So do you want me to examine your arse?" I tried to stop myself in time. "Err, your anus, Diana … would you like me to examine that?"

"Yes doctor, that's why I'm here. He went at me pretty hard, like a savage. I'm worried that he might have cut me up back there. It's still a bit sore, although it's easing now. It's been four days and shitting has been very painful ever since."

"Okay Diana, well how about you go behind the screen and hop up on the table and I'll have a good look."

She rose and disappeared behind the screen. I could hear the sound of her clothing coming off and as I stood, I was forced to rearrange my stiff cock again.

"How do you want me, face down on my tummy or bent over, what's the best position for you?"

I wanted to tell her my favourite position, but determined to remain a medical professional … somehow. "No, lie on your back and I'll put your legs up high in the stirrups."

I came around the screen and found her lying down on her back on my examination table, but still wearing her bra and a brief pair of sky blue panties. "These will have to go, I can't examine you through your panties."

"Then take off my panties, doctor," she giggled, "I've always wanted to say that to you."

Oh no, I was worried where this was headed. What was it about these women these days? Was I now wearing a sign on my forehead, telling them to hit on me?

I placed my hands on her hips and she straightened her legs and lifted her arse so that I could ease her panties down over her thighs, revealing her mons to me. "You take them off gentler than that pig last Sunday?"

I dragged her panties off over her feet and tossed them onto the vacant chair where she had discarded her dress. I turned back to her and adjusted the stirrups before placing each leg up high and wide, exposing her entire pubic area to my gaze. I adjusted the bottom part of the table so that it slid under the section that she was lying on. Now I could slide my chair right up so that my face was up against her entire pubis … every intimate part of Diana was laid bare before me.

"Goodness me, you can see it all from down there, a woman feels very vulnerable in this position. I thought you would only want to see my arse."

"I'm sorry Diana, would you like me to cover the parts that I don't need to see," I offered, surprised at her seeming modesty.

"No doctor, I'm just teasing you … I've got no problem with you looking. Why don't you check it all out for me while you're down there?" Her cheekiness was back.

I placed the headband, with the magnifying glass and torch fitted to it, on my forehead and then used my fingers to part her arse cheeks even wider. She had been correct, her anus had been torn a little around the rim by the physical force of the man who had sodomised her. I put a little gel on one finger and probed around her anal entrance with it, she flinched at my touch.

"Does that hurt, Diana?"

"Just a little. That's why I came to you … I've been doing anal for a long while now and occasionally I've had some rough sex in there. But I've never felt so sore for so long afterward."

"Well, as you said, he didn't use proper lube and I guess that he was quite rough. Oh, and you said he went at it for a long time."

"Oh God yes, I thought he was never going to cum."

"It sounds like in circumstances other than raping you, he would have been a competent lover."

She paused before answering. "I guess so, doctor … I do like a man to give it all he's got. Speaking of that, has looking at all my stuff spread out like this made you bigger?"

I didn't want to answer that and her timing was terrible, because I had just slipped my finger inside her arse to the first knuckle as she spoke.

"Ooh," she gasped, obviously in reaction to my digit in her arse. "Err doctor, you didn't answer me."

"What was that?" I enquired, well aware of what she had said, but stalling for time, unsure of what to say.

"I wanted to know if your dick got bigger when you got up close and personal with my private parts … I mean, you can see it all down there, does that turn you on some more?"

How could I answer that? Of course it did, although I couldn't get any bigger, I was already fully extended from just listening to her talking about sex.

She pressed further, "Doctor, you can admit it, I won't be upset or angry. I would actually take it as a compliment. Do you know how much all your women patients desire you?"

"No I don't," I admitted.

"Ah, got your voice back … good, now you can tell me if you're turned on by checking out all my private parts down there."

"Diana, I would be lying if I said no. I told you before that I am still a male, even though I am a doctor. If I see and hear sexual stuff, I get a hard-on just like any other male."

"Can I see it?"

"I don't think that would be very appropriate, Diana. Now let's get back to your problem. There is a bit of soft tissue damage just inside the rim of your anus. I can give you some ointment that you can put on morning and night. The soreness should ease pretty quickly, but I wouldn't try any anal sex for a few more days."

"God, what am I going to tell my husband, he's already put off by my excuses."

"Does he know you've come to see me today?"

God no!"

"Well tell him you went to see your doctor about a sore arse and that I have diagnosed a slight infection … and that I suggested that you refrain from anal sex for about a week."

"That's brilliant, thank you. Now, that's looked after keeping him at bay … but what are you going to do about my sexual needs?"

"That's not my area of expertise," I told her firmly, my cock surging again in my pants at her lurid suggestion.

"I'd say it is, I reckon that you are a randy old devil who gives it to your preferred patients and I want to become one of them."

I must have blushed, how did she know that? Was she guessing, or had one of those women blabbed about their experience with me? What was I to do? My cock was up for it, I had plenty of time before the next appointment, but was I willing to stretch my chances one more time?

"Do me right here, with my legs still up in this crazy table … wow, that would be wild. Go on doctor, take it out now, we both know you want to."

She could obviously see the indecision on my face. To help push me over the top, one of her hands slipped down the front of her, between her spread legs and her finger worked on her little clitoral bud. I was sitting there like a dummy, staring at her finger as it worked on her clit, her lower body beginning to churn in front of me on the edge of the table. I still had my own finger raised after removing it from her anus.

Diana looked down at me between her spread thighs, "Do you want to put that back in my arse, I can take it … go on, put it back in and push."

That did it, I was gone. I just did as she said and placed my moistened finger at her anus and pushed it back inside her. Her body winced and she muttered, "Ooh!" at the pain on her shredded anal ring. I pushed my finger further and she seemed accepting, squirming her arse around on the edge of the table. "Yes, that feels better. What about your other hand, what can those fingers do?"

Too late, I was turning another patient appointment into a sexual plaything for me. My other hand came up, I ran my fingers up and down the thin slit of her outer labia, picking up her juices. She sighed loudly, "Aaahh, umm, oh God yes doctor … you know where you can put that one."

I sure did, a couple more strokes along her ever widening labia lips and then I placed two at the entrance to her cunt and pushed them inside. Her reaction was instant, "Oh yes … yes … oh my God, finger fuck me, doctor."

There I was, sitting at the end of my examination table, my face up close between the spread and raised legs of this female patient while one finger probed her sore and tender arse and two fingers of the other hand finger fucked her. Meanwhile, her own fingers rolled over and around her budding clitoris, she was as complicit as I was. But I was the professional practitioner … how had my previously upright and professional ethics and morals allowed me to stoop this far?

Diana's body was responding favourably, her breathing heavy and ragged. I knew that if all of our respective fingers maintained their current activities, she was destined for an almighty orgasm. Who was I to deny her that? The status quo remained, except for increased speed in our movements and then her body bucked and jolted into spasms, her legs straining within the stirrup restraints.

When she at last came down from her sexual high, I eased my fingers back out of their erotic holes. "Can you come up here please?" she asked. I was nervous, what if she changed her mind after her orgasm and decided that I had taken advantage of her as a patient?

I rose from my chair and moved around to the side of the table, standing alongside her face that smiled approvingly back at me. "Doctor, that was great … I feel wonderful … thank you so much."

Relieved that she still felt the same, I placed my hand on the leg nearest me in the table stirrup. "I'll just get you out of these."

"No!" she hollered, "Leave them there."

"Why?"

"I want it all, doctor," and her hand reached out and the fingers grasped my fly zipper and tugged, easing it over the bulge that still pushed my trousers out in front. "I've got to get a look at this."

"I don't think that's a good idea, Diana … I would say this has gone far enough."

"Do you know how long it's been since I've had a decent sized dick in my vagina, doctor?"

I recalled her telling me about her present husband, Little Dick (my name for him, not hers) and realised why the intense interest in my trouser bulge. "No, how long, Diana?"

"Seven fucking years, since I married Richard. I've been very loyal and devoted … until Sunday. And as you know, that wasn't my fault … and that man didn't put it in my vagina anyway."

Her hand pushed into the opening of my trouser fly, pushed down the waistband of my underpants and her fingers curled around my hard cock, pulling it out, careful not to snag the skin of my cock on the jagged edge of the zipper.

Her hand unfurled so that she could lay my hard-on across the palm of her hand. "Now, that's what I call a decent sized dick." She kept calling it a dick, I called it a cock … she referred to her prize as a vagina, I called it bluntly a cunt. Who cared at this stage?

"Would you please kiss me before you put that thing in me?"

I had been protesting that we couldn't go any further, that was forgotten now.

"Sure," I said, bending over to find her lips already open and waiting as my mouth approached. The kiss was instantly passionate and wet, our lips ground together and our tongues battled for ascendancy to see whose mouth would be probed. By the time that the kiss broke, we were both breathing very heavily.

"Come closer," she urged and I stepped up against the table. Her face turned and her mouth opened and engulfed my hard cock, half swallowing it as her tongue laved the sensitive underside behind the head.

I had to pull it out, her mouth and tongue so intense that I could have ended within a minute by spurting my cum down her willing throat.

"Where are you going?"

"That mouth of yours is dangerous, I want to save something for fucking you."

Reluctantly, she accepted that, "Oh okay!"

I began to move back down to the end of the table, moving around her right leg, still locked in the stirrup. "Would you like me to take you out of these?" I offered.




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 03



"No, leave them … it's kind of sexy, being done by you with my legs trapped up in there."

"Okay, whatever turns you on," I told her as I moved back between her spread legs, standing up this time. The table she lay on was at perfect height for me to just step up, place my hard-on at the entrance to her cunt and, without any ceremony, push the head inside. Now that I was standing, her feet high up in the stirrups alongside my shoulders, I could look down on her upper body, her smiling face. I watched the pleasure on her face as my cock-head pushed into her and eased its way up inside her. Her hands came up and undid the catch on her bra, between the cups, letting the cups fall away to each side and revealing two wonderful orbs.

"Give me your hands," she whispered and I reached out and placed one on each breast, the palms massaging the nipples. She quickly covered my hands with her own, holding my hands firmly to her breasts so she could direct their activity. I slid into her cunt quite easily, remembering her story about how her first husband's thickness had left her quite loose there for small dick Richard. At least, I was able to feel the sides and on me they were quite tight. I began to move in the traditional style of fucking.

She was quite a good fuck, plenty of humping back on her part despite the restraint of her legs in the stirrups. She was right, it was quite sexy doing her with her legs trapped like that. I concentrated hard on not letting go too soon, setting a slow lazy pace. After about five minutes, I could feel some urgency on her part, her body was clutching at me, trying to speed me up and I realised that she was building toward an orgasm. I pushed harder into her on each stroke and pretty soon, she was screaming for release. It came strongly and she shuddered and pulsed her way through it while I slowed my pace and just maintained a very slow rhythm into her cunt.

When I felt that she had recovered well from her climax, I began to up the tempo of my strokes into her cunt, but she stopped me suddenly, bringing her hands up to push against my belly. "Try my arse now, doctor," she urged.

"What?" I asked, incredulous that she should suggest that after her bad experience only four days ago. "No, I don't want to hurt you any more than you were hurt last Sunday."

"I don't care, I want you to, doctor. You've got a nice sized cock, I want to feel that in my arse."

"But you're only just recovering, even my finger hurt you, I could hear you gasp."

"Damn it, I want it in my arse … I'm hooked on doing it that way. I don't care if it hurts a bit, I want to feel your sized cock up my arse."

"No Diana, I don't want to do any more damage to your anus, it's still recovering."

"You said yourself that there was no permanent damage, this will just delay my recovery by a few days … I can cope with that. Now put it in my arse … or isn't that your thing. Don't you like anal sex? Have you ever had it that way?"

"As a matter of fact, I have Diana … only yesterday afternoon."

"Really, sneaking in a matinee with your wife, eh?"

"Who said it was my wife, she doesn't do anal." Whoops, it slipped out, too much information given.

"So, I was right, you do get around a bit … was it with a patient?"

"I better not go there, let's just leave it at that."

"You can only leave it at that if you stick that fuckin' dick of yours in my arse – and now."

I eased my hard cock back out of her cunt, reached under the table for the gel I had used on my finger to probe her anus previously, and coated her anal ring with the stuff. She winced from the tenderness within her anus just from my fingers' touch … how would I ever get my sized cock up inside her arse without hurting her severely?

"See, you can't even take my finger without it hurting you."

"I told you, just stick your fuckin' dick up my arse." Diana was determined.

Finishing with the gel, I placed my cock-head right at her anal ring, paused to gauge her reaction. Her whole body tensed, this was definitely going to be painful for her. I thrust my hips forward hard and my whole cock-head shoved through her resisting sphincter. "Unngghh!" she grunted, her face crinkled up with anguish.

I looked down at her face, she couldn't mask the pain she felt, "Are you okay?"

"Jesus, it does hurt … but don't stop. Whatever you do, don't stop. I want all of this."

"I don't know why you're putting yourself through this, Diana. I would be quite content to cum in your cunt, it wouldn't hurt you there."

"Because I like anal sex … and I like the size of your dick. I've been without a decent sized one for too long. I'm probably just greedy, I want you in both holes in the same day … I mightn't get another chance with you. Now just do it, I can take it."

I gave up trying to reason with her, steadied and thrust again, half of my length penetrated her rectum. Coming on top of yesterday's initiation into anal sex, I have to say it was a brilliant follow-up. Diana's arse felt wonderful, I just had to overcome watching the pain that I could see etched on her face as I pushed.

My hands went around her upturned thighs that stood parallel to my own body, at about waist height. I hugged them tightly, using them as leverage as I thrust my hips forward, pushing my erection in and out of Diana's already abused anus. Between her grunts of pain, she managed to ask, "Do you like it in there, doctor? Do you like putting it in my arse?"

"Yes!" I managed to mumble, "Oh God yes, nice and tight."

"Then give me your cum, doctor … you must be close."

"Yes I am," I responded, humping my cock into her fine arse even harder, now pushing for my release.

She had courage, she stuck it out even though every push of my cock into her would have scraped the already tender anal ring, extending the recovery time she would need to mend the soft tissue.

Yes, I agree that I was selfish as I plunged toward my release, but she had urged me, insisted that I take her in her arse. I did, all the way to the end and my head spun in delirium as my cock exploded inside her rectum, spitting out my cum to fill up her arse with my creamy discharge.

When I began to come down from my surging release, I was filled with remorse at having extended her pain in this way, but Diana would have none of that. She insisted that it had been her call and she did not want to be denied. I re-examined her anal ring when I had pulled my cock out. There was a lot of redness and it gaped lewdly, seemingly reluctant to return to its tiny crinkled state. I applied some of the cream that I had prescribed for Diana to aid in the resurrection of the soft tissue around her anal opening.

I released her legs from the stirrups and massaged the calves to get the blood flow going again. They had been locked away in an upraised position for nearly half an hour.

Yet another patient had been added to my list of sexual conquests, and the risk to my future as a doctor had increased even more with yet another potential complainant should the mood ever take her to decide that she had been taken advantage of.



The Doctor Diaries Ch. 04



I have been relating the moral downhill slide of Dr James Martin, a 51 year old GP, who after many years of dedicated practice, has suddenly exposed his sexual desires to several of his female patients. 

This episode deals with the difficulty some couples have in conceiving a child and how the doctor manages to help one couple. There is some degree of cuckolding that may offend some sensitive readers, but it is an integral part of the story.

Warning, like all The Big Bopper stories, there are explicit descriptions of prolonged sexual activity included. If you are likely to find this offensive, then don't read on.

Chapter Nine

How much longer would this go on? Just weeks ago, it had started with me helping a young mother, who was having trouble breastfeeding her baby, by sucking long and hard on her nipples and drinking her warm milk. Fortunately, she seemed to enjoy the feel of my loving mouth suckling from her breasts, but I had run the risk of her reporting me to the Medical Association ethics board. There is little doubt that I would have been struck off for my unorthodox and very sexual cure.

Then, to compound my indiscretion, we masturbated each other to orgasmic releases. My defence of 'she started it' wouldn't wash with any medical tribunal, I was the professional doctor who should have known better.

Of course, it didn't end there. No, I had to go and widen the number of potential complainants who could so easily bring my medical career to a shattering end. There was the young woman who was feeling pain during sex with her boyfriend. I discovered an abrasion on the inner lining of her vagina, so near to her g spot. All I did was to helpfully apply some medicating cream to the abused area and, next thing, I was fingering her to a wild finish.

She even came back the next day for more ... she just demanded it and who was I to deny her? Especially when she gave me a fabulous blow job that saw me blast my pent-up cum deep into her throat.

Deflowering a virgin wasn't beyond the scope of possibilities and I did that with her mother watching on, although the method I used was left open to you readers to judge. Was watching that what caused the virgin's mother to hijack me from the shopping mall and lure me back to her palatial home so she could introduce me to the delights of anal sex that I got to thoroughly enjoy for the first time at age 51.

Blow me down, it was only the next afternoon that another patient stuck her arse in my face and pleaded with me to fill it despite the pain she had been suffering from an anal rape by a neighbour the previous weekend.

Yes indeed, my life as a simple general practitioner had become very eventful, and terrifyingly risky. But could I stop it now? I really doubted it, I seemed to be out of control. Where, for 25 years, I had conducted myself in a friendly and professional manner, now all a female patient had to do was ask for me to examine a sexual part of her anatomy ... and I was obliging with my cock or my fingers.

Somehow, through all of this, I had managed to maintain a normal demeanour when I was around my wife. She appeared not to have detected any change in me, certainly not sexual anyway. We did it so rarely these days that she would not have noticed me being less attentive at home because I was getting it so regularly in my surgery – and on the occasional house call.

House call? Do you remember that? Well, yes I did go back for more ... I know that I shouldn't have, but Victoria Miller called me again, about 3 weeks after I missed my golf game so that I could plunder her arse. She asked could I come around that afternoon instead of playing golf. It turned out that it was a showery day anyway, so I took my chances and cancelled with the other guys so I could go and do Victoria a couple of times.

It was pretty much a repeat of that first Wednesday afternoon. I got there about 1.30, I was primed and ready and I gave her a good old fashioned fuck, getting her off a couple of times before I blew. Then, after a short R & R break in which her fingers did the walking – all over my body – she implored me to give it to her up her arse again. Well, who am I to deny a woman who knows exactly what she wants? So I did ... and it was a wonderful experience yet again.

We had a couple of drinks afterward so that when my wife smelt the alcohol on my breath, I could tell her that the golf game was rain-interrupted, and my golfing buddies and I partook of a few at the 19th hole.

I got home about seven, trying to look shagged out by a wet golf game, but instead looking shagged out by the sexual demands of a 39 year old woman in her prime. Imagine my terrified reaction when my wife greeted me at the front door with "Guess what I found out today."

Holy shit, had she sprung me? How could she? I wasn't at the mall this time, I just drove straight to Victoria's house. What was my facial expression like? Was I giving myself away? I stammered to ask, "What dear?"

My wife had an evil glint in her eye. "I ran into one of your favourite patients and we had quite a talk today."

"Really!" I tried to sound calm and collected, but inside I was almost trembling with fear of being found out. I never wanted her to discover what I have been doing with my patients. My wife has so much faith in me as an upstanding and moral doctor in this community that she would be shattered if she found out what I've been doing. I looked into her eyes ... did she look shattered? I didn't think so!

"She's had something really major that she wanted to come and ask you about ... you know, at your surgery, but she can't pluck up the courage. She and I had quite a talk ... you won't believe this, but I think I've counselled her to go ahead and ask you for a huge favour."

Now I was really curious. The look on my wife's face seemed more mischievous than accusatory, so maybe I was safe after all. "Who are we talking about?" I asked nervously. The name will tell me immediately if it is one of the women that I have been indiscreet with ... at least I know their names.

"Natalie Shaw, you know her, Brian's wife."

I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Natalie was not one of the women that I had attended to sexually ... not that I wouldn't want to. She is a beautiful red-haired woman of about late thirties. She hasn't been to my surgery a lot, she appears to be a very fit woman. You know the type, she looks like she works out and is tanned, obviously looks after herself, doesn't get colds and flu. She and her husband had even been to a dinner party that my wife attended one night, I secretly lusted after the woman all night long.

"Natalie ... yes, I remember her ... quite an attractive woman, as I seem to recall. What does she want?" Damn, I couldn't accurately describe her as beautiful to my wife.

She was grinning now and I felt much better, even though my cock was so exhausted from being inside Victoria Miller's cunt and arse that it failed to even twitch at the mention of Natalie Shaw's name. I would have expected a response from my cock, given its very recent surges at even the thought of anything sexual. My brain had already begun dissecting an image of Natalie, trying to imagine her naked. As a patient, Natalie had never presented with an ailment that required me to see her nude.

"Honey, you are never going to believe this."

I was starting to tire of this word game my wife was playing. "Believe what, darling ... whatever are you getting to?"

"She is desperate for a child, she and Brian have tried just about everything. Apparently, you referred Brian to a specialist who did sperm counts on him. Now it seems that he might be the problem."

"Really, that's bad luck for them." I pictured Brian too, nerdy little guy, never could understand what that gorgeous woman saw in him.

"Yes really ... but honey, the strange thing is that Brian looks a bit like you, don't you think?"

"I've never noticed!" Now I was really pissed, how anyone – including my wife – could think that strange little guy could look like me. I was fed up with this little episode, I had enjoyed perhaps a couple too many drinks with Victoria and I just wanted to sit down somewhere quiet and watch TV. 

My wife persisted, still wearing an evil glint in her eye, "He does you know, not in body shape, you look much firmer. No, just in the face, he looks like a younger version of you."

"If you say so."

By now, my wife had hooked her arm into mine and escorted me into our living room, delivering me to my favourite chair. "Honey, you know that I haven't always been an enthusiastic sexual partner for you all these years."

"Umm!" I replied, now getting curious as to where this was leading and what it may have to do with her running into the beautiful Natalie Shaw.

"Well I haven't, have I? Go on, you can admit it ... I've never agreed to try some of the kinky things that you wanted to do with my body."

"Blow jobs aren't exactly kinky, they're pretty normal."

"But it's all so sticky ... and yucky when you've put it in my mouth."

"That's just it, that's what a blow job is, putting my cock in your mouth, not that I've had that many experiences of it."

"That's what I'm saying, honey. Well anyway, I have felt a bit guilty that you have been deprived of some of those things that other men get to do."

My wife did have a tendency to ramble sometimes, but this was going nowhere. "Darling, what on earth does you not letting me have blow jobs have to do with Natalie Shaw and her husband's infertility? Oh, and the fact that he supposedly looks like me, only younger."

"That's just it, that's what I'm coming to. It all does come together, just listen to me."

"I'm trying darling!"

"They've chosen you, isn't that wonderful? You should be so proud."

"They have chosen me for what?"

"To try to father their child ... they so want a baby and Brian appears not to be up to it. Natalie confided in me that they had both talked about this ... and together they agreed that you would make the perfect father. Well, actually only in creating a baby with Natalie ... that would be it, Brian would be the father when the child was born. Isn't that wonderful, what a nice compliment to you, that they think so much of you and how much you look like Brian, that they would accept your sperm."

I was flabbergasted, how would this come up? Did Natalie and my wife just run into each other while shopping and Natalie said 'there's something I've been meaning to ask your husband, will he father my child?' What did it really mean, father her child? Did I have to go to some clinical room and read Playboy magazine while wanking off into a jar? Not something that appealed much to me.

"So darling, how on earth did this come up with Natalie?"

"Well honey, I ran into Natalie in the check-out queue and she said to me that she had been wanting to come and see you in your surgery to ask you a big favour, but she was nervous. She said that running into me was a god-send because she could actually bounce the idea off me because I would probably need to give my approval anyway."

For a moment, I wondered why, but then I realised that the mother of my children should really give her approval if the father of her children went off and did the deed with another woman, even if it was through test tubes.

"Yes, I guess you would, even though I would only be blowing into a jar for her, and donating my sperm."

"Oh dear James, I haven't explained it all, have I?"

"What, there's more?"

"Well, only in the way that you are going to do it. You see, the reason that Natalie is struggling with asking you is that neither she nor Brian want to go down the test tube track."

"What do you mean by that?"

"James, Natalie wants you to make her pregnant the natural way, by putting your penis in her. Damn, you're a doctor, you know how procreation happens."

"But, surrogate fathers don't usually directly fuck the woman that they are impregnating."

"But that's the way that Natalie and Brian want it. I don't know what it is, whether it's religious or something, but she wants you to go to bed with her whenever her body is fertile, and until such time as she falls pregnant. Oh, I didn't do a very good job of explaining that to you, did I?"

"Wow!" Immediately, my mind was swirling with thoughts of having the beautiful Natalie Shaw to myself in bed ... with the approval of Natalie's husband and my wife. Life doesn't get much more perfect than that, does it? I had to not look too excited, "So honey, how do you feel about this? This is big, you know."

"That's what I was trying to tell you before, but not very well obviously. I have always felt a bit guilty that I wouldn't let you do some of the sexual things you wanted to ... I guess I feel that I might have held you back sexually. But on the other hand, you have been so good to me, you're a loving husband who has never strayed, and you've been a great father to our kids. You are a pillar of our local community, someone I am so proud of. You have never put a foot wrong..."

Until recently, I thought. Until I started sucking on the breasts of a lactating patient and finger-fucking another, and so on and so on. How guilty did I feel now?

"So darling, this would be okay with you ... I mean, me going to bed with Natalie Shaw and creating a child with her?"

"I know it sounds strange for me to agree to something like that. It's just that you have always been so much more into sex than me, but you never made me feel bad about that and you patiently went along with doing just the things that I felt comfortable doing. So my reward to you for being so patient and understanding – and not chasing everything in a skirt - is to endorse you to have sex as many times as it takes with Natalie. It would be doing a great service to a friend and you would obviously enjoy some fringe benefit in getting to do it with another woman for a short time."

I reached out my arms to her and she sat down in my lap. I gave her a loving kiss on the lips and I told her, "You are something special!"

"Thank you, honey, I love you. Just don't you get to like doing it to Natalie too much."

I laughed with her, actually wondering how I could fit it in around all of my other extra-curricular sexual activities. "So when does all this start?"

"It can't start until after she comes to see you. Although I told her that I would be okay with it, I said that she would have to do the asking herself. She has gone away to pluck up the courage to come to your surgery and ask you to help her. She doesn't know that I have already prepared you, it's just that I got so excited about what we two cooked up between us that I couldn't wait. I had to see the look on your face."

"Was it worth it, darling?"

"It sure was."

Chapter Ten

Two days later, I scanned down the list of patients booked in for the afternoon session and there she was. The name jumped off the page at me: Natalie Shaw. I struggled through the next hour, awaiting her arrival. At last, I ushered out the patient before and stepped into my waiting room.

"Natalie Shaw," I said quite loudly, wanting to add 'Get yourself in here and impale yourself on the end of my baby-making cock.' That would have been crass and extremely bad timing.

I stepped back in the doorway and allowed her to brush past me, leaving a lingering aroma of her fine French perfume to waft into my nostrils. She had dressed up for her visit to see the doctor, she must have thought it deserved something special. She looked immaculate, perhaps more like after-five wear than that worn by neighbourhood 30-somethings to see their local doctor.

"Natalie, so good to see you again, you do not come to visit me nearly often enough. You must be too healthy."

She laughed appropriately, but nervously. "Yes doctor, it does seem to have been awhile. You know, I saw your wife the other day, did she tell you we ran into each other?"

I paused, not having thought out how to answer this obvious first question. I had no doubt spent too much time on planning how to react to her main question. "Err, yes ... she did actually, as I recall. I think she said that she bumped into you at the check-out."

"Well we did..." By now she was lowering herself into my patient chair at the end of my desk. "...But actually we went on and had a cup of coffee. I hoped that she might have discussed with you what I told her." She folded one leg over the other and I watched closely just in case I got a flash of panties in the process.

"No, I can't say she did," I lied, dampening her hope that there might be an easy way for her to ask for what she wanted.

Natalie shuffled about in her chair uneasily. "Oh dear doctor, I don't how to start this." I continued to sit forward, looking at her expectantly, unsympathetically allowing her to struggle to find the words to explain. "Doctor, my husband and I – err, Brian, you know Brian?"

"Yes I do."

"Well, Brian and I desperately want a child, but he has a problem, his err ... his sperm levels are not very good." I nodded, but said nothing, encouraging her to continue. "It seems that my eggs are quite okay, it's just that I need some good healthy sperm to make things happen for us."

"That must be very unsettling for you both, I am sorry to hear that." As I offered my sympathetic words, I reached out and took her hand in mine to convey my support for her. Her palm was sweaty, probably from her nerves at having to ask what she was about to.

I held onto her hand and she continued, although looking away from me briefly, unable to make eye contact. "Oh dear, this is terribly embarrassing, I hope that I don't offend you."

"That would be hard to do, Natalie. I am your friendly doctor, I am here to do whatever I need to do to make things better for you." Now I was encouraging her more, her face brightened and she looked directly into my eyes.

"I am glad that you said that, because I do need ... err, I mean we do need your help specifically. You see, Brian and I both think that he looks like a slightly younger version of you."

"Is that right, I've never noticed."

"Since we need someone else's sperm to father a child for us, what better way than to have somebody who looks like Brian does."

I allowed my face to take on a curious expression, trying to imply to Natalie that I had just twigged as to where this was heading. I must have been convincing.

"You now see what I'm getting at, don't you?"

"I think I might," I told her, easing back in my chair, but still holding onto her hand that gripped mine back tightly.

"Oh dear, this has been so hard for me to ask ... but your wife was so good, she just told me to come on in and see you, and ask you straight out. So I will! Doctor, would you give me your sperm and father our child please."

She let out a lung full of pent-up anxious air. She seemed relieved, but for a moment now, I was anxious. She had only asked for my sperm, had she gone back on the plan to have me fuck her whenever she was in heat to give her that sperm? "Err Natalie, can I get this right? You want me to bottle up some of my sperm so that you can have it injected into your eggs?"

"Yes ... err, actually no ... oh dear, yes sort of. I want your sperm, but I want you with it. Oh, that sounds terrible, I'm glad that Brian didn't hear that. We – that is, Brian and I – want this baby's conception to happen the natural way. We don't want a man's sperm injected through a hypodermic needle into one of my eggs. We both want for me to lie down in a loving way with the man we have chosen and let it happen the way God and nature intended for it to happen. I hope that doesn't change things, would that be okay with you?"

Now it was my turn to let out my anxious breath, "Natalie, I would be delighted to help you both in any way I can ... to help you both start a family."




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 04



"Oh doctor, I am so relieved, thank you. It was so hard for me to come and ask ... I've been stewing over this for weeks. When I saw your wife, she assured me that she could handle it and that I should just come out and ask. So here I am today. Can I, err ... can I give you a little kiss to thank you?"

Without waiting for my answer, she leaned forward and planted a chaste peck on my cheek, "Thank you again doctor?" A lip lock would have expressed her appreciation better, but I accepted the peck for now and smiled warmly.

"That's quite okay, Natalie ... I can say that nothing would give me greater pleasure than fathering a child for you." Today, with this beautiful woman sitting across from me, nothing was impeding the surging of my cock. It had now sprung to attention, expecting that we might be starting auditions forthwith, but it was not to be.

"So Natalie, whereabouts are you in your cycle, do you need my help with this or have you already plotted out some likely days when you will be most fertile?"

"Well, I'm right in the middle of my period now, but I think I have it all worked out. I guess that I'm going to need to get with you in about two weeks time."

"Well yes, not quite two weeks probably, that is if your cycle is quite normal. Now, do you want to come in here to get me to do this?"

Natalie looked uneasy, "Well, actually doctor, I don't know if you make house calls, but Brian and I were hoping that you might come by the house and we could do it in our bed, in the natural surroundings. Here in your surgery seems a bit too clinical."

Wow, this was getting better all the time. I had imagined standing up at the end of my examination table while I coldly pumped my hard cock into her waiting cunt. But at her home, in bed, we will be lying warmly together, needing to indulge in some foreplay to get her wet. Oh no, down boy ... my damn rampant cock was just about drilling a hole through my trousers, I was hoping that she hadn't noticed. I didn't want to appear out of control just from talking about it.

"Brian will make a point of being at home whenever you are there, it only seems right to us that he be as close to me as possible when I conceive."

Now that might put a bit of a dampener on this project. How close was Brian going to be? Would he be holding her hand while I gave her one? This needed to be ironed out. "Natalie, how close do you want Brian to be?"

She giggled, "Doctor, don't worry, he won't be in the bedroom with us ... just in the house. We both realise that you and I will need some privacy to get this done properly."

I laughed with her now, pleasantly reassured. "Very good, okay then ... you will call when the most likely date that you will be ovulating comes around."

"I certainly will doctor ... at this stage, I make it Thursday 14th, hopefully you can be there quickly to fulfil my needs." Her hand tightened its grip with her last statement and her eyes gleamed with what looked like excited anticipation. Obviously, my single-minded thought hoped that her anticipation was that her doctor was coming over to fuck her. But in reality, I knew that she would be seeing my visit as the first steps in having the child she wanted so badly.

Natalie let go of my hand and stood, "See you soon doctor ... oh dear, I'm going to be so nervous."

"Don't be Natalie, I will be so gentle and loving with you," I attempted to reassure her. "Call me when you're sure about the date!"

Chapter Eleven

So long to wait! I didn't think about it every waking moment, only about half the time. But when her call finally came, I had been so engrossed in the myriad of medical problems that I had been dealing with that day, that she caught me by surprise.

My receptionist buzzed, "Natalie Shaw insists that she must talk to you now, doctor. I told her that you were with a patient, but she keeps insisting."

"Tell her that I promise I will call her straight back."

I have to admit that I hurried up my diagnosis of my current patient's problem and ushered them out the door quickly. It was 5pm, I still had four patients to see. I dialled Natalie's house and felt awkward when Brian answered.

"Brian, this is Doctor Martin calling for Natalie."

"Great, thank you for calling us back, doctor. Natalie wanted to confirm that you are coming over, she's a bit anxious because her temperature seems to be peaking so she thinks that this day is the right one for ovulating. She said could you hurry and come over right now?"

"Brian, I do have four patients still to see, can I talk to Natalie?"

"No, she's gone to bed to wait for you ... she's very nervous about this. I guess we both are ... you will be considerate to her doctor, this means an awful lot to us."

"Of course I will, Brian, but tell Natalie that she doesn't have to be in bed yet. Tell her I will come over in about two hours."

"Won't that be too late doctor, we thought that you had to do it right now, right at the moment when her temperature peaked."

"No, we've got a little time, I'll be there in two hours, Brian." I hung up, as well as the patients still to be seen, I wanted to have a shower at home, I didn't want any body odour when I went to Natalie Shaw's bed.

My wife was incredibly understanding when I arrived home and I told her to store my dinner because I was off to father a child for Natalie and Brian. She still looked on it as a unique honour to be asked, even though the man she loved was about to get into bed with a gorgeous red-haired woman and fuck her furiously.

I pulled up outside the Shaw's home at 7pm and hurried up to the front door. I had showered and changed into an open neck collared sports shirt and a neat pair of grey slacks. Brian Shaw answered the door, "Thank God you're here."

"What's wrong, Brian?"

"She's just very anxious, she worried that she's going to miss the narrow window of opportunity."

"Her fertile time is not measured in minutes, it actually stretches over a number of days. Never mind, Brian, where is the patient?" I stared closely at Brian, I still couldn't see how this nerdy guy looked anything like me. I was no hunk, but even at 51, I considered myself in reasonably good shape ... with no middle-aged paunch. This guy's photo should be in the dictionary to explain the meaning of 'nerd'.

"She's waiting in our bed for you," answered Brian.

"She hasn't stayed there all along, has she? It's not like this is a bed-ridden condition."

"No, after you called and I told her how long you'd be, she got up and I got her some dinner, just a light snack so it wasn't heavy on the stomach. She went back to bed to wait for you about twenty minutes ago."

"Okay, thanks Brian. Now, how about you show me where to go."

"Sure thing, this way doctor."

I followed him down a hallway toward the back of the house and he stopped outside a darkened room and tapped on the door. "Nat, the doctor's here, are you ready for him?"

Good grief, this was a strange pair. While I waited behind Brian in the hallway, I surreptitiously rearranged my hard-on within my pants so that my slacks were not as tented as they had become, just from the anticipation of this night.

Natalie must have answered Brian, I couldn't hear her from where I stood. He stepped back, not entering the bedroom, and told me, "You can go in now, good luck doctor, I hope it works."

I moved past Brian without further comment or acknowledgment and stood just inside the darkened room, waiting for my eyes to adjust. "Natalie, can you put a light on please?"

"I'm sorry, doctor ... I wanted it to be dark because I am so nervous. And I also don't need to see who is doing it to me. No offence doctor, but you must realise that I want to pretend its Brian." 

Nevertheless, I heard a click and a bedside lamp at least showed the way now to the large bed in which Natalie lay, the sheet and doona drawn up to her chin, one bare arm just retreating back under the covers after switching on the lamp. Her flaming shoulder length red hair was spread over the pastel blue pillowcase. Her beautiful face attempted a nervous smile. "Welcome to our home, thank you for coming."

I walked across the room and sat down on the side of the large bed, Natalie was in the middle and completely covered from the neck down. "So you've been taking your temperature regularly and you figure you're about ready now, is that right?"

Yes, it was a silly thing for me to say, why else had I been summoned? But I too was a little on edge. In all of my doctoring years, I had never been asked to do this.

"Yes, I think I am as fertile as I will ever be, so I can only hope that your sperm find my eggs to their liking. I know that you have fathered two wonderful children of your own so I am quietly confident that you can do it for us too."

"Well then, we better get started." I stood up and retraced my steps to the open door that I had entered the bedroom through. I made as if to close it, but her voice stopped me.

"Do you mind doctor, if we leave it open. Brian and I talked about this a lot over the past month, we decided that for him to be involved in my conception, he should be in the house and there should be no closed doors. When you have done what you have to do with me, he can come in and lie with me so that he is a part of it all."

"Well, okay if that's what you want. I was just concerned that the sounds of our doing it might be upsetting for him."

"He shouldn't be able to hear anything," she responded naively.

'That's what you think,' I thought as I gave up on closing the door and walked back to the bed. I stood facing her and started unbuttoning my shirt. As I pulled my shirt tails out of my slacks and shucked it off, revealing my naked chest, her arm appeared from under the covers and reached for the lamp, intending to cloak the bedroom in darkness once more. "Leave it on," I commanded loudly.

She looked apprehensive at my firm instruction but obediently withdrew her hand, "I just thought it would be better for us not to see each other naked."

"Why, for God's sake? Part of doing this is the visual stimulus that occurs between a man and a woman. You and I are obviously not lovers, but we are here for a clear purpose, to make love to create a baby for you. I agree that it is awkward, but don't make it worse by having us fumble around in the dark."

"Okay, you're the doctor. I guess I didn't think it through." 

As I unbuckled my belt, my eyes spotted a small container of KY Jelly on the bedside table. She must have believed that she could apply that to the entrance to her cunt to ease my entry into her and thus negate the need for kissing and foreplay. Well, she better think again. If this were going to work, we would do it my way.

My fingers went to my zipper and lowered it, allowing my slacks to drop quickly to the floor. I was wearing briefs, not jocks, and my three-quarter sized erection pointing upward was pushing the waistband well forward. I bent to pull my shoes off and to drag my slacks off over my feet.

I looked at her face, all that I could see of her with the covers pulled up ... her eyes had continued watching my every move. When I hooked my thumbs into my briefs and eased them out over my hard-on, she gasped loudly and I looked up to see why.

"Oh dear, this is why I wanted it dark, I didn't expect to see it ... and you're so big already. I ... err, that is ... I thought that I might have to rub you to help make it hard. But I can see that I won't have to now."

I stepped out of my briefs that had fallen to the floor. "You might still have to rub, it's not fully up yet."

"It's not?" Her blue eyes widened in awe, they looked wonderful contrasted by the red of her hair against the blue pillowcase. "How big will it get?"

I took a hold of it, wrapping my hand around the shaft and stroked it a couple of times. "It will get a lot more rigid, perhaps a touch thicker ... might extend another inch." The solid core of my erection was there, but the shaft still flopped a bit. I could hang a towel over it when it was fully erect to 7 inches.

"Oh my goodness, I didn't expect it to ... err, I mean ... I didn't think about size. I just expected that you'd be the same as Brian. Oh no, I don't know if I can do this now."

"Of course you can, the female body is a wonderful thing, it can accommodate most any sized cock."

"Oh dear, doctor, would you mind not calling it that. Brian and I don't use those sort of terms."

"Penis, would that be alright with you?"

"Yes, that's okay, that's what it is."

I reached forward to grasp the covers and, before she realised what I intended, I yanked them back, exposing the upper half of her body. She wore a pastel blue nightgown, scooped across the top of her breasts, it matched the pillow and sheets. "Oh!" she gasped, shocked at my move, her hands whipping up and placing them strategically over her breasts even though the gown covered them. In spite of her sexy appearance giving the impression that she might be a sexual goddess, she was now coming across as a very shy, even introverted woman.

I knelt on the bed and shuffled across to where she lay in the centre, kneeling by her side. Her eyes alternated between my face and my cock that now hovered only inches above her belly, close enough for her to reach out and touch it, if she were so inclined.

My left hand dropped down and grasped her wrist, pulling it up to force her fingers to touch my cock. "You can touch it Natalie, make yourself familiar with it, this is what is going to deliver the sperm to make your baby."

Her fingers formed an "o" around the head and I closed my eyes to better deal with the pleasure that her touch brought. "I usually have to push the skin back on Brian, but on you there is no skin to push back."

"My cock ... sorry, err, my penis is circumcised so there is no foreskin as there must be with your husband's penis. That's nice, you're touching it so nicely."

"No, we shouldn't be distracted by pleasure, doctor ... we are both here for a purpose. We mustn't lose sight of that fact." She snatched her hand away, placing it by her side.

I bent forward, my face lowering over her, closing in on her face, her eyes nervously watching and waiting to see what I intended. My face descended to hers and my lips made soft contact with hers, but she kept them clamped tightly shut. We kissed with very little emotion, my lips parted to allow my tongue to come out and lick at her closed lips. She whimpered at the suggestive pressure that I was applying, but didn't yield.

I pulled my face back a few inches, my eyes probing hers. "We really should kiss, it's part of conditioning the body to do what we have to do."

"I didn't expect we'd have to, I feel disloyal to Brian."

"Natalie, a penis doesn't just slide into a woman's vagina without some help, some wetness, some natural bodily fluids to lubricate the way."

"That's why I have the KY Jelly."

"Natalie, that's artificial crap ... it will only make you slippery at the entrance, it won't make your vagina spread open inside to accept the size of my penis. Only real kissing, with tongues, can do that."

"Oh, this is not at all like I imagined it would be."

"Well, your planning came up a little short in detail. Now, you just lie there and do everything I tell you to do, it will all work out okay. So, when I kiss you this time, I want you to open your mouth."

She stared up at me uncertainly, I didn't know what would happen when my lips lowered over hers again, but I had to try. My mouth closed on hers and my lips applied some pressure. Her warm, soft lips parted and allowed my tongue to cross the divide into her mouth. I swirled my tongue around hers, she whimpered once and then her own tongue responded, parrying back with mine.

Now knowing how resistant she was to this act on her bed becoming too sexual, I forced my hands not to go to her breasts, as was my natural instinct. I used only my lips and tongue on and in her mouth for fully five minutes. In warm response, she moaned a little behind our lip lock and I felt her body fidgeting beside me. Eventually, I couldn't hold back and I allowed one hand to run along her left side, touching softly over her nightgown.

When at last our long wet kiss ended, my lips went straight to her throat ... then her neck, trying to find that sensitive patch of skin that we all have. That spot where when a partner's lips and tongue touch it, one feels like their body is going to lift off the bed in delight. I found it and applied oral pressure, her arse lifted up and she writhed around like an animal in heat. "No-o-o" she tried to protest.

I knelt alongside her prone body and both hands went to the thin straps of her nightgown, pushing them off each shoulder on the way to dragging the garment down her body, exposing her magnificent breasts. When she was sitting up fully clothed, I had judged them to be about 38D, now on her back they would drop away to the sides a little, but still they afforded nice peaks.

Natalie tried to spread her arms outward from her body to try to stop me exposing her breasts. "Natalie, allow me please!" I commanded sternly.

"You don't need to see my breasts," she protested, unwilling to give ground to me.

"I do," I told her forcefully and my hands were successful in keeping her arms at her sides while I dragged the top of her nightgown down to her waist, baring those lovely orbs. Quickly, my mouth dropped onto one and I kissed and sucked furiously.

"No, oh please no ... this isn't necessary." Feebly, she pushed her hands at my head, trying to get me to release the hold my mouth had on one nipple. But her resistance was very short-lived and the hands dropped away, allowing me to slip my mouth across to her other nipple and similarly bring it to full extension.

Back and forth, my mouth worked on her nipples, directly causing her body to writhe around on the bed, physically accepting what she mentally wanted to resist. After what must have been another five minutes of uninterrupted nipple attention, my mouth eventually let go and my lips descended down across her belly button, my hands dragging the gown downward ahead of it.

Despite the response her body had conceded, her arse remained steadfastly attached to the bed and I could not get her nightgown past her abdomen. I gazed down at a matching pastel blue pair of brief panties, attempting my best Superman impression to see what she was concealed inside them.

I looked up at her face, she was looking back down at me apprehensively. "Natalie, am I going to have more trouble from you?"

Ignoring my question, she asked, "Can we have the light out now please?"

Annoyed, I responded, "No we can't, the light stays on all the way to the end, do you hear me?"

"Please don't yell at me, this is supposed to be a nice experience, you're spoiling it, doctor."

"No Natalie, you are, because you tell me that you want me to give you a baby the natural way ... and then when I try to do it the only natural way I know, you want to cloak it in shame and darkness. Well, listen to me, you either lie back and let me do it my way or I am up and out of here ... I don't need this. Do you understand me?"

Tears welled up in her eyes and I thought she was about to sob, but somehow she held them back. "Okay doctor, I will do it whatever way you want me to, so long as you give me a baby."

She lifted up her arse and I pulled the nightgown away, pushing it all the way down over her legs. Next, my hands came back for her panties and grasping the waistband, I began to haul them off her hips. She again raised up dutifully to allow me to expose her entire pubis.

"That's a lot better," I told her, my feet moving over between hers to push both the gown and the panties off her feet, freeing her legs for me to separate them. I moved my body between her now widely spread knees and I bent my head forward to plant a soft kiss on her belly, just above her pubic hair.




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 04



"Please, not there doctor, don't put your mouth there," she begged.

"What now? I asked, raising my head up so I could see over the rise of her breasts to her face.

She had agreed to let me do what I needed to do, but immediately she was in conflict with her old fashioned values. Nervously, she said, "I don't want your mouth anywhere down there, doctor ... that's not very nice."

"Have you ever had a man's mouth down there, Natalie?"

"No, I never have."

"Then, how would you know whether it's nice or not."

"I don't, but I am sure that whatever you were planning to do with your mouth down there isn't part of what we are trying to achieve now."

She probably had a point, but I was stubborn now. "Tell me you really don't like this," I said and before she could utter another word or block me with her hands, my mouth was at her outer labia lips, planting a soft wet kiss there.

"No," she screamed out, but my fingers were already prising her labia lips apart and the flat upper side of my tongue was licking up along her vaginal slit, just as if I was licking an ice cream cone. "Oh, my God no ... oh no!"

I did that a couple of times and then my lips closed around her emerging clitoral bud and sucked it into my mouth, allowing my tongue to lick at it.

"No, no, you mustn't do that!" Natalie was in conflict as no turned to yes in an instant. "Oh yes ... oh, I wish it didn't feel like this. It shouldn't be this good."

I pulled back away and asked her, "So do you still want me to stop, Natalie?"

"No! Don't stop!" she screamed it out loud enough for Brian to hear wherever he was in the house. "Don't stop, oh please don't stop! Not now!"

And I didn't stop, not until her body rocked into a series of rolling spasms that lifted her arse – and my head clamped between her thighs – clear off the bed. My tongue was unrelenting and her climax was equally so. 

She had been very vocal in expressing her release and soon, I heard Brian's voice coming from just outside the door, "Nat, are you alright ... honey, is everything okay?"

In a soft voice that I am sure was meant only for my ears, Natalie whispered, "Oh yes, everything is quite okay!" He couldn't have heard. Then, in a louder voice directed at the doorway, she called to him, trying to sound calm, "Just fine, Brian, everything is going well, don't concern yourself, just wait outside darling."

My head came up from between her thighs, her juices smeared all across my lips and chin. "As I suggested before, do you want to tell me you didn't like it?"

"Doctor, that did feel incredible, I have to admit that I have never felt anything quite like that before ... but as good as it was, that's not why we're here. It seems to me that we are wasting valuable time with you trying to give me pleasure. I'm not here to enjoy this, I'm only here with you for you to give me a baby."

"Natalie, we won't waste a moment more," I said as I lowered my pelvis to nudge my hard erection up against her now widely spread labia lips. "But you should understand that you having orgasms is an important part of what we are doing. The contractions that a woman experiences when she orgasms help carry the sperm deeper into her body."

"I don't usually have an orgasm while Brian and I are making love, doctor."

"Well, you will with me tonight." I informed her confidently, certain that it would be Brian's fault that she didn't have orgasms.

"Don't be so sure of yourself, doctor. And anyway, the one that I just had is wasted because you haven't even given me any sperm yet."

"No orgasm is ever wasted, Natalie ... it's all part of the hormonal process. Now let's get serious about this." I had been sliding the tip of my hard-on up and down the slippery wetness of her pubic slit. When I felt it momentarily lodge in the groove of the opening to her cunt, I pushed inward instead of up and my rounded cock-head pushed just inside her. 

She gasped aloud at my sudden intrusion. "Ohhh!"

"Did I catch you by surprise?"

"Yes, I wasn't expecting it just at that moment ... it's okay though, I'm ready for you. I've been ready for hours."

"Here goes then," I said as I lifted my body up higher above her and dropped my head to look down between us to watch the erotic sight of my shaft disappearing slowly into Natalie's fine body.

I got half of my cock inside her before pausing to check on her, "How's that, are you okay?"

She gave only a crisp brief and breathless, "Yes" as her passage adjusted to what I assumed was a larger cock than she had previously experienced. My hands were planted on the mattress, either side of her shoulders, holding my upper body above her. Her hands lifted up and gripped my arms tightly around my elbows. 

I eased my cock back slightly and then drove further into her, getting about three-quarter way until her facial expression implied that she was struggling with the substance of the object that I was injecting into her cunt. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Is there much more to go, doctor?"

"Only a bit over an inch."

"Oh damn, that much! Just a minute then." I felt her lifting her legs and wrapping them around the backs of my thighs, high up, allowing her cunt to open up more. With her heels up around my hamstrings, she gave me the all clear, "Okay, I think I can take it now!"

I pushed hard this time and my cock filled her completely, my tip brushing up against the entrance to her uterus. She was tight, the inner lining of her cunt gripped my cock shaft with heat. It felt fabulous to be inside this exciting looking woman. What a bonus for being a doctor. I savoured the moment briefly, enjoying the tight grip of her warm cunt all around my shaft and then I began to withdraw and the ritual of fucking this woman had begun.

I was concentrating hard, not allowing my body to fully feel how good it was, making my mind think of mundane things, like did I remember to lock the drugs cabinet before leaving work. All the while, my hard cock was thrusting in and out of her liquid cunt, taking this wonderful woman's body on a pleasurable ride despite her single-minded pursuit of conception only.

"Can you do it quickly?" Her voice interrupted my alternative thoughts as I thrust hard into her body.

"No I can't! This is how I make love to a woman; I won't compromise that so it will be over quickly for you. Just lie back and enjoy it."

"How long will it be?"

I was becoming exasperated with her, "I don't know, five ... ten minutes."

In spite of trying to distract my pleasure by thinking of other things, the sounds of Natalie's breathing becoming loud and ragged telegraphed that the woman who claimed not to experience orgasms was about to have her second with me. I looked down into her eyes, but she self consciously turned her head and looked away, not wanting to acknowledge any connection with the man who was trying to father her child.

Her breathing quickened, she was gasping loudly and it was patently clear to me that her release was imminent. I plunged on relentlessly, giving her no respite. And as sure as night follows day, her body gave her up, pounding into blissful release, her cunt spasming and pulsing around my thrusting shaft.

I didn't ease off for a moment, I just maintained that powerful thrusting motion, but when she was at last able to talk again, she managed to tell me defiantly, "That wasn't really necessary for me."

"It was, you know," I told her back, determined now to give her another before giving up my precious sperm to her. I plunged on, her body could not deny me. My head dropped suddenly, catching her by surprise, my lips and tongue locking around one nipple and devouring it. This would be the catalyst to arouse her body once more into carnal delight. I felt and heard her responding loudly again and determined that I could now let go and cum with her.

I increased the pace within her body, my cock now like a piston, driving hard, touching every part of her passage that needed to be touched. I wanted to time this just right and I listened to her breaths as she approached her peak. 

She cried out in pleasure as her lower body erupted and release hit her again and I stroked maybe two or three times more and felt my own peak hit, as bursts of my cum spewed from my tip, filling her with the creamy substance that she needed from me.

Our bodies spasmed and throbbed and pulsed together, my life-giving sperm jetting into her on a journey, seeking to penetrate her egg. My rigid arms trembled, struggling to hold my upper body above her as my cock drained itself of cum into this beautiful woman. I let myself collapse on her, squashing her breasts beneath my chest. She allowed her arms to wrap around my back, holding me to her in a loving gesture.

We lay like that, unspeaking for maybe five minutes until my cock began to diminish in size within her. Slowly, I lifted my body up and eased my cock from her. "I think we gave it every chance."

"Oh doctor, I hope so. It did feel quite good, I'm very positive about this."

"It felt good because you came ... a couple of times. Your body was contributing too, helping to accept my sperm."

"Doctor, I have a good feeling about this. I feel so good inside, I think it's because you just made me pregnant."

"You feel so good because you've orgasmed three times. According to what you told me before, you seldom do with Brian. I don't want to be pessimistic, but don't confuse the glow that three orgasms have given you with successful conception. By all means, think positive, but don't build yourself up, only to have a letdown later."

"I don't care what you say caused it, I do feel very good."

"I know, I can see it on your face. Now, would you like me to stay and do you again in a little while. I should be able to recover within the hour."

"No, can you please leave now. I am upset about Brian and what he must be thinking, I guess I might have been a bit loud when you made me cum."

"Yes, you were a bit, that's why I suggested closing the door. I guessed that your orgasm could be noisy."

"I couldn't help it, doctor."

"I know, that's okay, it's a natural reaction." I lifted my body clear of her and left her lying there, an extremely contented look on her beautiful smiling face. Her red hair was now damp and tangled around her head from the sweaty exertions of our lovemaking ... or was it just sex?

I began to re-dress myself, but it seemed not quickly enough for her. 

"Can you please hurry, doctor?"

"What, to leave?"

"Yes, I want to have Brian come in and lie with me quickly, it's a way of making sure that he is not left out of the process of conception. Perhaps you could finish getting dressed outside. Will you call him in now, I want him here beside me."

I had got my underpants and slacks on, I grabbed up my shoes, socks and shirt and made for the door. "Brian," I yelled out, but I almost fell over him in the doorway. He had obviously been waiting just outside the door, but for how long? Had he been there throughout the whole process, listening ... and perhaps watching too? I guessed that he might have been.

He brushed past me as if I wasn't there, heading for the bed, stripping his clothes off as he went.

I heard Natalie's sweet voice calling to me, "Can you let yourself out, doctor? Thanks again!"

I found my way back to their living room and donned my shirt, then sat down to put on my socks and shoes. When I stood up again, I felt my wrist for my watch and realised it wasn't there. I must have left it on the bedside table in Natalie's rush to have me leave. Quietly, I went back down the hall to retrieve it.

I got to the doorway, the bedside lamp was out, the way she had wanted it and the room was in darkness. Perhaps that was the way they always made love. I paused there, listening to the voices.

"Come into me quickly, Brian, I want your sperm mingling with his, you are so much a part of making this baby, darling."

"Okay, I'm here, honey."

"Good, now put it in quickly, Brian ... where are you? Oh, there you are, umm, you feel quite big, Brian. It feels bigger than normal ... why would that be?"

"I don't know why, I just am." He sounded a bit exasperated as the two of them obviously fumbled around in the dark. I stayed in the doorway, listening but unable to see in the pitch black of the bedroom. If she found her husband's cock bigger tonight, maybe it was because he had been watching us.

"Oh yes, that feels good, Brian" Her voice indicated that he must have got it into her, his cock wallowing in the wetness that I had left inside her cunt.

"But does it feel as good as his did?"

"Oh Brian, that's not necessary, don't say that. Why are you so upset? We both agreed to do it this way."

"You didn't have to enjoy it so much," he said, now talking between loud grunts as he obviously plunged his cock into his wife.

"What makes you think I enjoyed it?"

"I could hear it, you were so loud, screaming and moaning ... was he that good?"

"Orgasms honey, that's what I had ... he brought me on. I didn't want to have them happen, they just did. I couldn't stop it, couldn't control my body."

All too soon, he was there, it must have been about 60 seconds. I heard him cum as he gasped and panted his release.

Natalie's voice was patient and soothing with him, "Oh yes darling, that was so good, now your sperm is mingling with his to make our baby."

"You didn't have an orgasm with me ... in fact, you never do. Don't I turn you on the way he does?"

"Darling, you were just a bit quick for me to have an orgasm ... but I love you in other ways. I don't need to have an orgasm with you, Brian ... you satisfy me with who you are and the love we share."

I decided they didn't need me intruding at this moment, I would have to leave my watch and pick it up tomorrow when I returned to do her again.

Chapter Twelve

The second of my five consecutive days coupling with Natalie was a Friday. After having to settle for a warmed up dinner at 9 o'clock last night, I determined not to let my mating duties interfere too much with my normal routine. I instructed my receptionist to bring forward the last couple of patients so that I would be clear of my last one by at least 5pm.

By 5.15pm, I was arriving at Natalie and Brian's house, my cock already primed and at half-peak ready for more action inside this beautiful woman. In contrast to the first night, Natalie surprised me by opening the door herself.

"Come in, doctor," she said quite brightly. When I entered their lounge room, her husband was seated in a chair reading. He didn't get up, in fact he barely acknowledged me with a curt nod and went back to his reading. It was quite a contrast to my arrival the previous night.

"Don't worry about him, Doctor Martin, I guess he had a bad day at the office," she told me as she took a hold my hand and steered me toward the back of the house - and their bedroom that I was now familiar with. Brian appeared to throw his magazine down at her words and I thought that I was about to witness a domestic dispute, but he said nothing ... just glared at us both.

When we reached her bedroom, the heavy curtains were again drawn, shutting out the start of sunset, but at least two bedside lamps were lit. "What was that all about?" I asked when we arrived beside the bed and she turned to face me.

"Brian and I had a bit of a spat last night, after you'd gone. It seems that he couldn't wait patiently out in the front room so he spent the whole time that you were here, camped right outside the door. He wasn't at all happy with me having so many orgasms and that I sounded like I was enjoying sex with you more than with him ... his words, not mine. He complained that I never cum with him."

"He probably doesn't last long enough for you to cum." 

"He doesn't, seldom ever has, but how do you know?"

I wondered if I should admit my eavesdropping last night. "I ... err, I left my watch in here last night," my eyes scanned the bedside tables. "Oh yes, there it is. So I came back to collect it, I was just in time to hear Brian put it in you and then Brian coming ... it was probably all of 60 seconds."

"Umm, it seems like quite a night for my men to be listening outside the door."

"I am sorry, Natalie ... I wouldn't normally have done that, but I wanted my watch back. As it turned out, the room was pitch black, I would never have found it without disturbing you both, so I left. You two must have had your quarrel after that."

"Yes we did, but be understanding ... he's just humiliated that you have to do this for him, and jealous because you can. And it's unfortunate that he could hear it all. And I don't cum with him because he doesn't hit the right buttons. I tried to reassure him that I didn't need that for me to love him, but he was obviously surprised that I could respond enough to have orgasms under someone else's lovemaking. I guess that I was quite loud with you, you shouldn't have pushed me to orgasm like that."

"So it's all my fault, did it ever occur to either of you that I was just doing what comes naturally. When I make love to a woman, my first priority is to ensure that she has a big 'O' before I release my bodily fluids. In your case, you really rang my bells and you got a bonus of a couple of extra 'o''s."

Natalie's hands came up to unbutton my shirt, "That was very nice of you and, believe me, it did all feel really good, but we mustn't allow me the luxury of that kind of pleasure today. Can you just cum in me quickly so he doesn't get upset."

"Oh shit no, I'm not a machine, that goes against everything I do, I can't just put it in and cum on cue. It's taken me years to control my release, I'm not undoing all of that to appease his dented ego. Tell the fucker to stay outside and not to listen."

"Please doctor, don't talk about my husband in that way ... I have asked him to wait in the front room. He was obviously too close last night, he listened to the whole process from start to finish, possibly he even watched us too, since we left the light on."

She had opened all my shirt buttons and she pushed it off my shoulders and ran her fingers lightly through the hair on my chest. I reached up to start on her buttons, but one of her hands stopped me and she told me, "Be patient, you're first, doctor." Wow, this was different to the clinical approach of last night.

Her fingers dropped to my belt buckle and she unclasped that, moving on to lower my zipper and my trousers fell to the floor. I was wearing boxers today and they stuck out horizontally from my body because of my obvious erection. "Umm!" she enthused as her fingers on one hand wrapped around the satin material that still contained my hard-on and her other hand cupped my balls. "Ready for me already ... does this have the makings of a baby in it for me?"

My cock surged an extra millimetre with her words and my hands came up again to the top button on her housecoat. This time, she allowed it and I began to unbutton furiously all the way down the front.

To reach the last buttons just above her knees, I had to drop to my own knees. I pushed the two sides of her dress apart and pushed my face into her crotch, but her hands stopped me, grasping my head and pushing it away from her body forcefully. "Not tonight doctor, tonight it's your turn."

Her hands pulled me back up into a standing position in front of her, the housecoat parted all the way down the front, revealing a very sexy maroon and black bra and matching bikini panties. It was tough for me to give up on that, but she seemed to be very insistent. As my body straightened in front of her, the boxers now my only item of clothing, Natalie dropped to her knees.

Again, her hand took a hold of my cock through the satin material of my boxers and she began to wank me gently, her eyes now in front of my still covered cock. Slowly, her fingers came up and grasped the waistband of my boxers, pulling it outward to lift them carefully over my straining erection.




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 04



I looked down and watched as her eyes widened as my stiff cock came under her close inspection. My boxers fell discarded to the floor. To my amazement, her 

head shifted forward slowly, her lips parted and this beautiful fertile woman planted a hot open-mouthed kiss on my smooth rounded cock-head. Visually, it was wonderful, I had watched her lips coming forward ... but the sensory delight of feeling her warm wet mouth close over my tip was ecstasy itself. My legs shook trying to hold my body up.

I could tell that this was new to her, she was definitely not a serial fellatrix. She had forced her lips to spread wide to totally envelop my whole large cock-head within her mouth. Her eyes were not half-closed and dreamy the way an experienced woman normally approaches a blow job. They were wide open, sort of in awe of the size and thickness of the object that she was trying to get into her mouth.

Nevertheless, in spite of appearing to be inexperienced, she began to work her lips and tongue magically on my cock-head and the first half of my shaft, loudly grunting with her enthusiastic exertions. Her hot mouth felt good, why wouldn't it? This was a very desirable woman doing what most men craved, even if she did lack a bit of technique.

But if it was so obvious to me that she was embarking on sexual moves that were unfamiliar to her, then why was she doing this?

Suddenly, it occurred to me. Her husband had expressed his annoyance at her eager and enthusiastic response to multiple orgasms last night, so much so that she had even asked me to just put my cock in her and cum immediately tonight. I realised that she was attempting to burn my resistance, use up all my control and resolve, to bring me to the edge of coming, so that by the time that my cock felt the hot velvet tunnel of her cunt wrapping around it, I would cum cheaply inside her. Her intention was not to have an orgasm with me that could rile her husband again.

As her head shot forward and back, alternately sucking my thick cock into and out of her mouth, I was torn between giving in and letting her have her way, or pulling my hard-on from between her lips to preserve my lovemaking ability.

Moral righteousness won out over a cheap thrill, but I had to pretty much prise her head off my cock. "What's the matter?" she demanded to know, "I was just getting started."

"This is not the natural thing for you to do ... you probably don't even like having my cock in your mouth."

"Why do you think that?"

"I figure you're only sucking my cock because you are shit scared of having orgasms with me tonight, after your husband put on such a turn last night. You want to loosen me up so much that when I do get my cock in your cunt, I'll cum in no time."

Her lovely face screwed up in anguish each time I used the words cock and cunt, she still couldn't get around my use of them.

"Well fuck him, Natalie ... you wanted this done the natural way. You wanted normal conception with a potent man ... well baby, orgasms come as part of that meal. As much as I'd like nothing better than to leave my cock in your mouth, I know you're only doing it to shorten my running time. To tell you the truth, the only way I would leave my cock in your mouth is if I thought I could cum there. Now that would be special. But since I have to save all of my sperm for your cunt, let's get your body on this bed and we'll make a baby together."

I pushed her back onto the bed, her legs all akimbo as she fell. I reached down and yanked her panties from her hips, dragging them down her legs. Before she could rearrange herself, I dropped my knees between hers and pushed my cock up against the opening to her cunt. She was wet and ready, thanks to turning herself on with her mouth on my cock. I didn't hesitate, pushing my cock-head inside her tight passage. She let out a lung full of air.

We were not even fully on the bed, her legs hung over the side. I used one foot on the floor as leverage to drive hard into her. Tonight, she was going to be fucked hard and deep ... there would be no standing on ceremony. It was to be a hard and aggressive fucking that her body could not resist. I impaled her lower body on my cock and I drew the same reaction from her that we had both enjoyed last night.

Her two consecutive orgasms were loud and exciting, so exciting that I had to fight hard to hold off coming after the first until I could feel her body about to match mine. Only then did I allow my hard cock to erupt, delivering life-giving sperm to her womb.

Had Brian lurked in the hallway, listening to our passion again? I neither knew nor cared, exasperated at his attitude after initially agreeing with his wife to enter into this arrangement with me.

I sagged on top of Natalie until her voice urgently disturbed my reverie. "Doctor, would you mind getting up now?"

"What?" I asked sleepily, "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, doctor, but would you mind getting up so that Brian can come in and lay with me now ... it does help him cope."

Reluctantly, I dragged my body from the cushion of hers. "Do you want me to call him in, or do you think he's right outside again like last night?"

"I did ask him to wait outside, can you check?"

I stumbled on shaky legs to the doorway and looked out into the hall, thankfully her husband was nowhere to be seen. So what did I do next? You are going to say that I was insensitive, but frankly Brian had pissed me off. So I just kept walking down the hallway, stark naked, into the kitchen where I found him. His wife had urged me to get up off her so soon after coming, that my cock was still pretty solid, about two-thirds up, which was probably equivalent to Brian at full size.

"It's your go, Brian ... you're on man!" I told him.

He gave me this strange look, his eyes dropping to check out my dripping equipment. But he wasn't looking at it the way his wife or my wife would. He was looking at my half-erect just-used cock with contempt in his eyes for my good fortune. "I guess you're pretty proud of yourself, think you're quite a stud, don't you."

"Take control of your attitude, Brian ... I am doing this for you and Natalie."

"And yourself too! So you can get your rocks off inside my wife."

Here was a bitter man, who nevertheless, rose from the table and pushed past me in his rush to go and join his wife. Had I gone too far?

Chapter Thirteen

If days 1 and 2 of my assignment to impregnate this woman were unusual, then day 3 was surreal. I had finished with Natalie so early last night, that I was able to get home and eat dinner with my wife on time. With curiosity, she asked me how my attempts to mate with my patient were going, so I told her the whole story about Brian's attitude to my attempts to help. Well, let's face it, my wife was the one who had started this project by so readily agreeing to my being involved.

She suggested that since it was the weekend, we should invite Natalie and Brian to come over to our house this afternoon, they could have a dip in our pool and we'd have a barbecue about six. My wife even established a timetable for my sex with Natalie, saying that we could go to our bedroom about seven and my wife would keep Brian occupied, just chatting mind you, while I did the deed to his wife once more.

My wife's feeling was that if Brian was kept occupied with her, his mind wouldn't necessarily wander to what his wife was away doing with me ... and he wouldn't be tempted to try to listen. Simply, because she wouldn't allow it. The idea made sense ... on the first two nights, Natalie and I had left Brian alone with his thoughts while we did it and those thoughts nurtured jealousy.

Personally though, I didn't think Brian would go for it. With the attitude that he had developed toward me, how could he sit and make small talk all afternoon with me. Strangely though, he did agree. To my amazement, Natalie and Brian came over about three and all four of us got on so well, talking about this, that and the other thing for hours.

My wife ensured that I got the barbecue going on her timetable and we had a great meal. The time was ticking away, we were all sitting around the table on our back porch, sipping wine when my wife caught the rest of us by surprise. "Natalie, I am sure Brian and I won't mind if you and James slip away now ... we realise that you two have some urgent and essential business to attend to ... don't we Brian?"

What could he say, "Yeah sure, go on, go to it guys. Good luck!" Was this the same man who had shown his open resentment to my efforts the past two nights?

Not only that, but I found it a weird experience to sit across the table from my wife of 25 years hearing her urge one of our guests and I to go and have sex.

Natalie looked between all three of us nervously, then at her watch, "Oh dear, I suppose that we should. I have been having such a nice time that I nearly forgot what we are supposed to be doing." Then she turned that beautiful face and those warm blue eyes my way, reaching out a hand and placing it around one of mine, "Are you ready, doctor?"

I felt an immediate response in my pants, why wouldn't I? This was a most desirable woman and I was about to fuck her for the third straight day. My free hand slipped under the table to rearrange my rapidly stiffening cock so that when I stood, my excitement would not appear too noticeable.

Natalie and I rose as one, her hand still clasping mine affectionately. My wife picked up the wine bottle and filled Brain's glass, assuming that he might need a stiff drink at this moment, but he seemed okay, "Make it happen guys," he called to us cheerily as we turned and went inside the house.

Holding hands, I steered Natalie toward the stairs, then stood back to let her walk in front of me up the narrow staircase. "Brian seems to be coping better," I told her as I watched the movement of her near flawless arse within the tight white slacks that she wore.

"Doctor, your wife is quite amazing, she has relaxed both Brian and I so much this afternoon."

"What, you too? Did you really need relaxing?"

"Yes I did, this thing with Brian has me so uptight. I'm even wondering if he has me so tense that it might obstruct my chances to conceive."

Wow, that arse looked sensational, my eyes level with it as I followed a couple of steps behind her. The slacks were so smooth over her arse that I couldn't see a pantie line. Her cheeks shuffled seductively up and down ... I was disappointed when we reached the first floor landing. "Around to the left," I said, pointing her toward the master bedroom in a house that she was not familiar with. "Natalie, I know you're excited about this happening immediately, but it doesn't always, you know. This could go on for several months, with you and I bonking furiously for 5 straight days each month."

As she reached our bedroom door, she turned and gave me that warm, winning smile of hers, "You would love that, wouldn't you?"

"Would I what!" I admitted, "I am not denying it, working on this baby project would be a highlight of my career, of my life."

"It's only sex, doctor," she said as we entered the bedroom. "Remember that you have a very loving and understanding wife downstairs."

"I know that, but it's not only sex when it's with you. Natalie, you are one of the most desirable women I've ever met. You've lived in that body all your life, you must know what you do to men."

She stopped with her knees against the bed and I closed behind her, pushing the front of my body against her back, my clothed cock rubbing against her clothed, rounded arse. She turned her head to me, "Yes, I suppose I have noticed a few men over the years wanting to get into my panties."

"I'll bet you have," was all I could say as our natural instincts took over and I leaned forward and kissed her full on the mouth.

She turned in my arms, accepting the kiss warmly by parting her lips, now fitting the front of her body to mine and lifting her arms up high to fold them lovingly around my neck. This was the warmest ... maybe hottest ... she had been since we started this. I wondered if being in our house – not hers – and a floor above her husband, might be releasing her inhibitions. 

Our kiss was long and passionate ... our tongues pushed and tickled and probed around each other's mouths. When it at long last broke, I told her, "Natalie, you are hot tonight."

"Umm," she sighed, "I feel hot ... I'm more relaxed here than at my place. It's so good knowing that Brian is downstairs, and that he can't hear us and that your wife will keep his mind occupied while we do what we have to do."

"What we need to do ... and want to do," I told her.

"Umm ... I guess so!"

"So you're not going to complain about having orgasms tonight, then?"

"No I'm not ... in fact doctor, I want several from you. I demand that you give me what I want and I want to feel good with you."

Oh no, the pressure was mounting. Was this just the wine that was making her so uninhibited, or had I unlocked some secret passion in her from my loving on the previous two nights?

All four of us had enjoyed a swim in our pool a few hours ago. Natalie had worn a knockout black bikini that was so sexy she might as well have been wearing black bra and panties. When we had all dried off by the pool in the sun, we decided that there would not be time for another swim, so we all adjourned to get changed back into our original clothes. Over dinner, I had watched her nipples become headlights beneath her tight white top so I figured that she had discarded her bra.

I reached down and grasped the bottom of the tight tee-shirt that Natalie wore and lifted it up, sensing that her breasts would be bare beneath. I pulled the material up over her head and looked down to see those perfect twin orbs standing curved and upright ... nicely sloped down into a curve like two parallel ski jumps from her neck to her nipples, then rounded superbly underneath. Her nipples were at attention and ready for some suckling.

I threw her top on the floor and lowered my head immediately, my mouth closing over as much of one breast as I could fit, her hands closing encouragingly over the back of my head. I sucked and licked and, with my teeth I even grazed her nipple. She moaned and sighed, even grunted as my lips and tongue switched the attention constantly. Only after several minutes did I dare leave this breast ... but only to pay equal homage to the other. By now, her body was wiggling around in my arms and I could only guess at how much moisture would be accumulating in the channel between her thighs.

"We'd be more comfortable in bed, doctor," she said in her most seductive voice. I had to agree, releasing my lips and my arms, letting her go and she backed up, sitting down on the edge of the bed, looking up at me with those blue eyes and the flaming red hair. She eased further back into the middle of the bed and lay her head back on a pillow. "I have a good feeling, doctor ... if your baby is not already growing in me, then I think we're about to make it together."

Man, this woman could turn me on with her words. My erection was stiff in my pants. I hastily unbuttoned my shirt and bared my chest. My hands then flew to my waist. "Leave that good part for me, doctor," she said huskily. I did and instead knelt on the bed above her legs and reached forward to unclasp her tight white slacks. My eyes spotted quite a damp patch in the crotch of her slacks as I began to haul them over her hips.

As I got the slacks down to over her thighs, I quickly saw the reason for the wet patch on the crotch of her slacks. Not only did she leave her bra off when she dressed after the swim, she had left her panties off too. I was looking at engorged puffy lips that were already parted, her wetness obvious around her pubis.

I yanked the slacks all the way off her legs and they joined her tee shirt on the floor. Her hands reached up and unbuckled my belt, unclasping the button too and she un-zippered my trousers. My legs were out of reach for her so I helped by pushing my trousers down and then kicking them off my feet so that they joined her clothes on the floor.

I gazed down on her naked body, this was a superb looking woman, so seductive and, with her legs spread almost wantonly apart, so ready for me. "Doctor, the first night, you licked me down there..."

"Yes!" I agreed.

"I really didn't want you to. I have never allowed any man to do that before, but ... the way you did it felt so nice. Would you do it again please ... only slowly?"

I didn't need to be asked twice, my face lowered right into her crotch and my tongue snaked out to slide between the lips of her open labia. Her emotional moan was loud against the sound of my sucking, "Uunn-ggg-hhhh!"

My tongue worked slowly up along her wet slit ... over and around her little clitoral button ... and occasionally all the way down to stiffen and push just inside her cunt. Her moans filled the room seductively while her lower body writhed beneath and around my head, her thigh muscles strengthening to grip my head tightly as if in a vice.

Her first orgasmic peak was slow to get to ... well, slower than it had been that first night. But it certainly wasn't a long time coming, by any measurement of time. Her body movements were violent in eager response to my probing tongue, her hips thrust up hard, her arse coming off the bed and my head was carried along between her clamped thighs.

Many women want peace and rest after coming this way and as she came down from her high, she told me, "Thank you, that was so nice. Umm, it was really good."

"I'm not done yet," I told her defiantly, "I want more from you." My tongue lashed her tender mons and my mouth closed again over her clit.

"Stop, please stop ... that's too much!" she pleaded, but relentlessly, my lips and tongue sought more from her. "No, don't spoil it ... please stop, doctor. I'm too sensitive down there now, I just need to rest."

She didn't know at that moment, but her doctor was right. She did have more to give and my tongue drew it out of her. For a short time, it may have seemed to her that I was cruel, but her second peak was huge and well worth pursuing.

This orgasm was emotional and she sobbed from the pounding, all-embracing intensity of her release. When her breathing eased and her arse lowered back on the bed and I could hear through my ears again, she admitted, "I didn't know I had that in me ... but please, there's no more now."

I eased my mouth out of her crotch, "No more for now," I corrected as my body shifted upward on the bed.

"You want me now, don't you doctor? I'll bet your penis is stiff!"

"Natalie, it's been stiff since my wife told us it was time for us to go and mate."

She giggled infectiously, "That was quite weird, wasn't it? I bet you've never heard her say anything like that before."

"Never!" I agreed as I looked down between our bodies and watched my cock-head nudge into the wet groove of her outer lips.

"Umm!" she whimpered as she felt the rounded cock-head begin to push gently into her tight cunt. She looked up at me with wide eyes, "I love this part ... I love how big you feel and how tight I am." Then she closed those warm blue eyes and I watched her face intently as I pushed my cock, inch by inch, into her body. Her eyes may be closed, but I could see the corners of her lips salivating and her nose twitching as her body accepted my hard cock's intrusion.

Despite my need still being urgent, our fuck was slow, my movements long and deliberate, intended to draw maximum pleasure for both of us from every thrust, every withdrawal. I had drawn two intense orgasms from her body with my tongue and, egotistically, I wanted more from her. I wanted Natalie to remember this fuck for a long time. Maybe she would recall it for another reason ... maybe this was the one that delivered the sperm that would mate with her egg.




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 04



It was relatively easy to cause her body to enjoy her third orgasm tonight, her first from me being inside her. But I have to admit that I struggled with the next. I shouldn't have allowed my body to enjoy the sensual feel of her tight hot velvet passage gripping my hard cock as it pushed in and out of her. And I shouldn't have left my eyes open to gaze adoringly down at this vibrant, alive woman beneath me whose body responded energetically, thrusting up to meet my downward drives. Her legs were locked around the backs of my thighs ... she was enjoying the wild ride.

I did get her there for number four, but oh boy, I struggled those last thirty seconds, fearful that I might blow before she peaked. Somehow, I hung in there and deliriously, we crested together. Our mutual sounds of pleasure would have been deafening to anyone else in the room, but thanks to my thoughtful wife who kept Brian away from us, Natalie and I were comfortably alone to enjoy and luxuriate in the joys of a unique sexual union.

As I lay on top of this beautiful woman, my body cradled by hers, my thoughts savouring the delights that I had just enjoyed, I fearfully anticipated hearing those words any moment. Words that were tell me to get off her and leave to get her husband so that they could play their charade that would make him feel that he was somehow a part of this process.

Yes I know, I was being very selfish in resenting Natalie wanting to be with him when I had just given her such loving, but I couldn't help myself. Still, I waited anxiously for the words that for once didn't come.

She moved a little beneath me and I figured that I might be too heavy for her. I eased my weight up on my arms and knees but managed to stay connected by my cock still within her tight cunt. I gazed down into her eyes, "I thought that you would want me to go by now."

She looked up into my eyes warmly, "Brian doesn't need to know what time we finished, we'll get him in here soon. It's just that I am so relaxed, doctor. It must be our doing it at your house, not mine. This just seems so right ... and you've made me feel so good. In fact, I feel like something that I've wanted so much just happened inside of me. Doctor, you're going to think I'm crazy, but it's almost like I can feel your sperm meeting my egg at this very moment."

"Who knows, Natalie, maybe that's what's happening."

"Doctor, can I share something intimate with you? Don't ever tell a soul, not even your wife ... as if you would." She giggled again. "What just happened to me and my body was the most wonderful sensual, sexual experience I have ever enjoyed. I am going to feel very disloyal to my husband for having told you this, but I feel you have to know how good you just made me feel."

When a woman as beautiful as Natalie, and as young as Natalie, tells you that, you can be forgiven for puffing out your chest a little. But I agreed with her assessment, I felt pretty good about it too. It had been one of the best I'd ever had. Oh okay, perhaps the best ... but then my thoughts drifted to my first arse fuck a few weeks ago. Hell, that was pretty good too! 

It's funny how the mind wanders. Here I am, still sexually connected within Natalie's hot cunt with about half an erection and suddenly I thought of this woman's fine arse ... the arse that I had ogled coming up the stairs. What would it be like to have anal sex with Natalie? That would be the ultimate pleasure. But hey buddy, a reality check is needed ... that just ain't gonna happen. I have to realise that I am here with this woman for one purpose only ... to make a baby with her. As much as I have little time for nerdy Brian, Natalie does love him. Isn't love strange sometimes?

I moved my half-mast cock within her and she looked up at me surprised "Is there more?"

"Would you like more, Natalie?"

There was indecision on her face, "This felt so good that I actually would like some more, while we are both here, so warm and comfortable in your bed. But we've probably used up all our time. How long would it take for you to get it up again?"

I couldn't believe my good fortune. I pushed it in and out a couple of times, trying to gauge how much stiffness I had. "Maybe ten minutes."

"And how long from then until you could cum again?"

"Well, I've already cum once, so the second one could take a bit longer, say another 10 or 15 minutes."

"And you'd probably need to make me orgasm again?"

"At least twice more!"

"Oh doctor, it's tempting, but I think we better not ... another half-hour would look awfully suspicious to our spouses. We've already been gone a while, with all the time that we took with you sucking me down there. It might look to them like we had been enjoying ourselves instead of making a baby. I'll have to say no."

I gave her my best look of disappointment. "Sorry!" she added.

I could have argued my case for an extension of time, but my conscience told me that I was being selfish again. I eased my cock out of her body, got up off the bed and stood for a moment, gazing down on her body, wet with perspiration from our intensive efforts on a warm summer evening. Her legs were still splayed apart wantonly, I could see my residue cum beginning to leak from her cunt lips. "Should I call Brian to come up?"

For a moment, I thought that she looked hesitant, almost like she was considering calling me back to continue our efforts. But then, she nodded, "Yes, call Brian up please."

I walked to the window, drew back the curtains and opened the window up wide. "Brian, you can come up here now?" I called loudly and I watched as he actually smiled back up at me and then he rose, said something to my wife and entered our house.

I went back to the side of the bed and scooped up my clothes, knowing I only had twenty seconds to clear the room for her husband. From the bed, her soft words sounded wistful, "This won't be the same as the extra half-hour that we could have had."

I looked back at her longingly, wondering if her regrets matched mine, and then I turned to leave the room. I met Brian in the doorway. I was still naked and he already had his shirt off, eager to copulate with his own wife. Neither of us spoke to the other.

I dressed and went downstairs to rejoin my wife on the back porch. "How did it go?" were her first words. This was indeed surreal, can you imagine your own wife looking up at you warmly as you returned from bonking a guest and asking "How did it go?"

"Pretty good darling," I suggested. "I think that may have been the one, I have a good feeling about it, so does Natalie. She said she thought she could feel my sperm meeting up with her egg."

My wife laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation, "I hope you're right, dear, I don't think her husband could take this if it went on for another month ... or even more."

"He opened up to you, did he?" I enquired.

"Yes, he's full of mixed emotions, James. He actually does appreciate what you're doing for them, but at the same time, he resents you terribly. I guess it's the fact that you're so potent and he isn't ... he's having a hard time dealing with that. Cut him some slack, honey."

Forty-five minutes later, Natalie and Brian emerged from our bedroom. Arms around each other like any loving couple, they thanked us for a wonderful day and I bid them goodnight with my ominous farewell, "See you tomorrow, Natalie."

Yes indeed, tomorrow – Sunday - would be day four of our five-day ritual to try to create a child for them.

Chapter Fourteen

This couple were having a hard enough time battling their own demons over their chosen method of conception ... artificial insemination, but not too artificial on my part. I know that I should have just done only what I was asked to do, nothing more, nothing less, but I had the hots for this woman.

Saturday night had gone quite well and, with the help of my wife, Brian left our house in a much better frame of mind.

Natalie had told me that Brian played golf every Sunday at 10am, so he would not be at home anything before 3pm. She booked the fourth day of my assignment for 3.30pm on Sunday. So what did I do? I rocked up at her front door at 11am. Naturally, she wasn't ready for me, although she still looked great. She was wearing tight short shorts and a shirt blouse, the top 3 buttons open and the two shirt tail ends knotted under her breasts, exposing an ample amount of bare midriff.

"Doctor, what are you doing here? I didn't expect you until after three."

"After last night went so well, Natalie, I was anxious to get started again. I just have the feeling that you are right in the midst of your 24-hour ovulation. I figured we would strike while the iron is hot." And boy, was my iron hot again!

"Doctor, that's a good thought, but Brian won't be home for hours ... it wouldn't be right to start this early. You know how I like to have him cum on top of your semen."

I turned to look around the neighbourhood behind me nervously, "Natalie, do we have to have this conversation out here on the front doorstep? Do you mind if I come in?"

Natalie looked very uncertain, unwilling even to let me inside her home. Gone was the hot woman I had bedded last night. "I don't know, doctor ... can't you come back at three, that would be much easier."

"Please Natalie, let's sit down and look at all the options because I suspect that you may be in heat right now ... three o'clock could be too late."

The fear that she could miss the window of opportunity caused her to step back and open the door wide. "Come on then, but I'm not happy about it, doctor."

I entered their living room and went over to sit on the sofa without being asked. "So, are we going to have a drink?"

"It's a bit early for me, doctor ... would you like a coffee?"

"I'd prefer something stronger, but if I can't interest you in one, I don't want to drink alone."

I had made her feel guilty; in fact, I was being pretty mean and selfish all round. Yes, I admit it!

"Oh all right doctor, since you put it like that, I'll join you. Would you like a glass of wine?"

"Wine would be good, Natalie." She went into the kitchen to retrieve a bottle and she came back quickly with two glasses of white. I thanked her and sipped. "So how about last night, you seemed to enjoy yourself."

"Yes, I have to admit that I did, but I'd rather not talk about it. I am a bit embarrassed ... I fear that I was a bit too willing with you. I said some things that I think I perhaps regret in the cold light of day. I was very emotional last night."

"No, that's nonsense, Natalie ... you were just being yourself. When you asked me straight out to lick you down there, you were just expressing what you felt like. That's good, that's honest ... and I was more than happy to oblige, since I like doing that more than having sex itself."

"You do?" she looked quite surprised, "I've always grown up thinking it was so unclean ... I mean all of the toilet stuff happens from my openings down there."

"I trust a woman to wash herself properly, I am certain that you would. To tell you the truth, the taste of you and the aroma of you last night was extra special."

She fidgeted in her chair, either unhappy with the subject matter or starting to get hot in her cunt from talking about it.

"What's the matter, Natalie?"

She gulped some more of her wine nervously, "I'd rather not talk about that and last night."

"Why not?" I probed, sensing she was getting turned on.

"I'd just prefer not to..."

"You obviously liked the feelings when I licked your clit and you had not one, but two massive orgasms ... even before I'd got my cock inside you."

"Please don't call it that when you're with me, doctor."

She stood up and I feared that I might have gone too far. She looked like she was about to throw me out of the house. She closed the gap between us and stood directly in front of me.

"Doctor, what is the real reason why you came here so early?" Her legs were so close they almost touched my knees. I reached out and cupped my hands behind her knees, feather touching her there. She closed her eyes from my touch, then reopened them to get my answer, her voice fainter now, "Why doctor?"

Her blue eyes were beseeching me to be honest with her. "Natalie honey, last night was one of the best times I had making love to a woman. I felt good about myself and my ability to please you and you responded like it meant something to you too."

She reached out a hand and placed a finger against my lips to stop me talking. "It did ... and I'm scared. When you had cum and we talked about the possibility of you getting big and coming inside me again, I told you that we didn't have time ... and we probably didn't really."

I nodded in agreement, but said nothing, allowing her to continue.

"If we had taken another half-hour, the attitude of our spouses might have been far different to what they were. I guess that I shouldn't admit this to you, but if you had insisted that we really did have time instead of accepting what I said and agreeing with me, we would have been doing it. I wanted you again so badly, but that was then and this is now ... I'm over last night and my body is not trembling with pleasure any more. I am relieved that we didn't."

"But Natalie, I wanted again you so badly, but I didn't want to apply too much pressure on you. I wish I had now that I know that we both wanted it as bad as each other. That's why I'm here now."

"I thought it might be, that's why I didn't want to let you in. Doctor, we really can't!"

"Natalie, of course we can. I wanted to cum twice in you ... now I know that you wanted that too. Your husband won't be home until after three, we've got nearly four hours for us to do it as often as I can get it back up. This is our second last day, if you fall pregnant this month, that's the end for us ... we'll never get to do it again."

"But you know that I like to have Brian cum in me right after you've cum."

"Natalie, I'm sorry, but that's a croc. You only do that so that he feels that he's a part of the whole process, his coming in you doesn't contribute anything to you falling pregnant ... you know yourself that he's impotent."

Tears formed in her eyes and I suspected that I might have gone too far, bagging out Brian. "I know all of that ... you're right, I only do it to ease the pain he's feeling from another man doing what he should be doing."

"What I'm saying is, so long as Brian gets to go to bed with you when he gets home at 3.30, he's not to know if he's following my first, second or third cum of the day." My fingers were busy now, feather touching higher on the backs of her thighs. It caused her whole body to rock forward where she stood, like she was thrusting her pelvis at me suggestively.

I moved one hand around to the front and lifted it to her waist, unclasping the catch there and pushing the garment over her hips. She offered no resistance, even when her tight short shorts cascaded down her legs to embrace her feet. She was wearing a very sheer g-string and it revealed her camel toes. My wandering hand rubbed lightly up and down her camel toe through the thin material.

"Umm!" she moaned. "We are about to do it aren't we?"

I eagerly nodded my head in agreement wordlessly.

"Are you going to lick me again?"

"Yes!" I mumbled with emotion.

"I would like that," she said and smiled down at me, her shoulder-length red hair falling down to partially cover her face. "After I reach an orgasm, I will ask you to stop, just like I did last night. I may even have to beg you to stop."

"Probably!"

"But you didn't stop last night."

"That's right, I didn't, did I?"

"No, you kept on licking me, even though I thought I didn't want that."

"That's right, you thought that you didn't want it. But you came again anyway."

"I did, and it was enormous ... so doctor, if I ask you to stop after my first orgasm, even if I beg you to stop after my first orgasm. I want you to ignore me and do it, and do it, and do it ... until I cum again."

Good grief, my erection was throbbing in my pants, and very uncomfortable in this seated position.

She held out her hand, "Come on, we're wasting time."

Natalie stepped out of her shorts and left them where they lay on the floor, leading me down the hallway to her bedroom. The g-string turned out to be a thong at the back, the thin strand of material disappearing within the perfectly sized cheeks of her wonderful arse. Again I thought about how good it would be to sink my cock into her tight anus. Alas, I could think of no way that I could justify doing that to her while on baby-making assignment. 

"At least this time, doctor, I won't have to worry about being noisy in my own house," she was saying as she walked ahead of me toward her bedroom. She paused in the doorway and turned her head around to look me directly in the eyes, "I guess you are going to make me be very noisy again, aren't you doctor?"

My cock stiffened even more within my pants. I had this overpowering urge to take her in my arms and kiss her passionately and I did. Natalie was becoming a powerful seductress ... she was ringing my bells.

She was now wearing only a thong and my hands roamed over her back and down to those two wondrous globes of human flesh that comprised her perfect arse. When my lips almost became numb from kissing Natalie there in the doorway, I turned her back around and pushed her toward her bed.

She sat down on the bed and, watching me intently while those probing blue eyes, her body edged backward until she lay flat in the middle of the large bed, one leg raised, the knee bent. "Just as well I showered when I got up this morning. I had thought of waiting until just before you were due. But now I'm squeaky clean for wherever you want to go."

My face must have lit up at her suggestive comment, "Oh Natalie, there's more places on you that I'd like to go than you can imagine."

She seemed surprised, "Really doctor, I can't imagine where ... I thought you'd just about covered the good bits on me."

"Not quite Natalie," I told her as I knelt on the bed, now wearing only my underpants after quickly shedding my shoes, tee shirt and trousers. I reached forward and grasped the leg that lay straightened on the bed, bending it at the knee and pushing both legs higher and back so that her knees squashed her breasts, opening up her pubis more.

I let her own hands take over holding her legs up high and my fingers roamed over her bare arse cheeks that had lifted up off the bed with her legs bent right back. "Where are those other places you haven't already been, doctor?"

My fingers traced along the inner slopes of her arse cleavage and a silent bell seemed to go off in her head. "Oh doctor, do you mean in there? What would you do with my bottom?"

"Haven't you ever heard of anal sex, Natalie?"

"I guess I have, doctor ... I did read about it in one of the magazines. But that would hurt me, wouldn't it doctor?"

"It doesn't have to, Natalie."

"Well doctor, don't raise your hopes. We can't afford for you to waste any of your life giving sperm anywhere but in my vagina. Right?"

I knew that she was right, but a man can have lascivious desires, can't he? "Have you ever tried it, Natalie?" asking, but assuming I already knew the answer.

"No, I never have, doctor."

"Well, if you ever think about it, I want you to call me straight away."

"Why, so you can talk me out of doing it?"

"No Natalie, so I can come and do it to you myself."

I pulled her thong off her and she had to bring her legs down and together again temporarily. When I got the flimsy garment off over her ankles, her legs snapped back up high into position, willingly held there by her own hands to give my lips easy and unlimited access to her clit.




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 05



Be warned that the main subject of this story, Dr. Martin has sex with woman/women that he is not married to. If you are offended by this premise, don't read on … go read something else.

I never expected that I would be writing a Part 5, but you – the readers - urged me in your feedback to write some more. Then I found I had to anyway, because the saga that I thought was complete, had another twist to it. 

The government department that oversees the issuing of licenses to practice medicine decided that Dr Martin might have a case to answer for improper conduct with a patient… 

Chapter Fifteen

I am Dr. James Martin … a respected member of my community … a G.P. – that's a general practitioner, the sort of doctor who has to know the symptoms of nearly every disease and how to treat it. That doesn't make me an expert in anything … I leave that for the highly paid specialists. Me … well I collect my $65 per ten minute consultation and I squeeze in about 30 patients a day. That's close to $10,000 per week, but I do have costs – staff wages, rent. But you do the math … in a career spanning almost 30 years, I am doing all right. 

I am married to Jane, have been for 25 years and we raised a couple of fine kids, one already married and the other maybe sometime soon.

I have been a very good doctor all these years, only ever acting with decorum and treating my patients with the utmost respect. However, something went amiss after I turned 50, my morals seemed to derail and I began to look at my female patients with carnal desire and lust. 

If a woman presented to me in my surgery with a problem that necessitated me touching her vagina, then I would have this incredible urge to do more than touch it. I became crazy with intense arousal, my cock would spring up and my hands would want to insert my fingers and bring her on.

Considering I see 30 patients a day and 20 of them would be women, I actually did control myself most of the time. But there were those moments when I totally lost it. They were the rare episodes of indiscreet dealings with patients that I related to you in this story's earlier parts … the episodes that were all capable of bringing my medical career to a screaming halt. I did predict – to you, the reader – that my having sexual encounters with my patients could return to bite me in the bum one day.

Do you remember the first incident, with Julie Jackson (in Part 1), the patient that started it all. She was a new mum who came to me because her milk ducts were blocked. I have to say that I used some unconventional methods to start her breast milk flowing again … but no harm done, we both enjoyed the experience of my drinking from her bulging nipples. Then we had to compound matters by each masturbating the other. She swore she would never tell anybody.

A week later, Angela came to visit me. She and her partner were having trouble with some pain and discomfort while having sex. I looked up inside her and discovered that she had some lesions, caused by rough sex, on the roof of her vaginal passage, very near her g spot. Diagnosing it was fine, but treating her by applying the soothing cream with my own fingers did lead to some complications in our doctor-patient relationship. "Please don't tell anyone," I implored Angela after we each sucked the other to completion and she willingly agreed for it to remain our dirty little secret.

Then in Part 2, there was 19 year old Stephanie, not long out of high school. Her mother came with her … what a great pair of good lookers. It seems that Steph's boyfriend had botched their first fuck together and left her as half a virgin. It was up to me – the good doctor – to finish the job by whatever means necessary.

Fixing Stephanie's little semi virgin problem was a simple breakthrough, but I found that her mother Victoria wanted to make her relationship with the family doctor one that you wouldn't read about in the Medical Journal. One Wednesday afternoon when I should have been playing golf, she lured me to make a very long house call, even introducing this innocent unsullied doctor to the carnal delights of anal sex.

Speaking of good looking women's arses (which we almost were), I must not forget Diana who was married to a man with a small dick – well, his name was Richard. It was so small that his cock barely touched the sides of her vagina, so they had long ago agreed that he would do her in the arse where his midget cock would seem to be more tightly held. The problem was that when a neighbour put his real sized cock in her arse, she really got a workout. How that could lead to her doctor fucking her is completely beyond me … but of course it did (in Part 3).

The last straw was when my good wife Jane even became complicit in organising for me to father a child for a patient whose husband was infertile. No test tubes for us, I got in there and gave her one every time she was on heat … and that was often, much to her husband's frustration and jealousy.

I knew, as each episode with another female patient unfolded, that my career would go down the tubes if only one of these women, who may have wanted more from me – or who maybe felt cheated in the cold light of day, blabbed. Just one of them could wreck my whole, previously ethical, career by complaining to the Medical Tribunal.

Well, what do you know, someone has. I don't know who it was, the authorities so far won't tell me. I received a letter from the Medical Tribunal, advising that they have received a complaint that I have dealt with a female patient in a less than professional manner. They have asked for my response. Of course, the problem is they won't tell me just who it is that has complained or the nature of the complaint.

My lawyer says that they are on a fishing expedition. In other words, they don't have enough to hang me yet and they're hoping that I will be stupid enough to panic and 'fess up every indiscretion that I may have had with a female patient. Goodness me, have I got enough paper for that confession?

Her (my lawyer is a woman – so what, I like women a lot) legal advice is to be aggressive in my defence. She suggested that I should immediately start a petition going at the front desk of my surgery, asking all of my female patients to sign if they agree with the following statement:

"The Medical Tribunal is investigating the manner in which I (Dr Martin) deal with my female patients. There is some veiled suggestion that I may not have been completely ethical with some. Would you please sign below if you consider that Dr James Martin has only ever treated you honourably, ethically and with total respect to your body's privacy."

What a great idea that was. My patients were all eager to sign. After all, of the more than 500 female patients on my books, I had always treated the majority with decorum. No, I didn't check the petition pages to see if it had been signed by Julie or Angela or Stephanie or Victoria or Diana – or the beautiful new mum Natalie, who has a baby that looks like me.

Every Wednesday, I play golf with some of my medical buddies. One of them is Dr Andrew Griffin, our city's leading gynaecologist. Not only a golf partner, but he and his gorgeous second wife, Alicia, regularly come to our house for dinner parties, and Jane and I reciprocate to their place often too.

I had discussed my problem with him without daring to admit that there could be a fabric of truth in the allegation. I had told nobody of my indiscretions, although Jane of course knew about my providing my sperm for Natalie to make her baby … she was my good wife who had encouraged me to procreate in that way.

Andrew had tut-tutted about the perils of our dealing with female patients, many of who nurtured this romantic fantasy of getting it off with their doctor. He even confessed to me that he had experienced several close calls, particularly in the field in which he dealt, looking at vaginas from morning till night. He didn't go so far as to say whether any of the allegations against him might have had some foundation of truth.

What did spook me out though was the visit I had from his wife Alicia in my surgery late one afternoon. I tell you that she always looked a million bucks, but this day, the 30-something blonde was dressed to kill.

"Alicia, to what do I owe this pleasure? You may well be on my books as a patient, but I don't often get the opportunity to ogle you and your luscious body." All right, that may have seemed a bit forward, but Alicia and Andrew were among our closest friends and I had been flirting with her ever since Andrew married her some five years ago. He was on the rebound from his first wife who left him for a younger man.

While we considered her a patient of mine, I recognised that being married to a gynaecologist would negate the need for her to come to me for anything that required taking her clothes off … damn it!

"James darling, Andrew told me of your problem, so I came to offer my help. What have you been up to, you naughty man?" She did sound a bit pretentious when she talked.

"Alicia, how could you even suggest it … you know me, as scrupulously ethical as the day is long."

She giggled a response that implied she doubted that.

"Ah come on now, Alicia … I might make some lewd suggestions to you when we've put a few wines away over dinner, but I am the essence of the honest family doctor."

"James, you've convinced me." 

She had not sat yet and her hands came up and began unbuttoning her dress down the front. "Goodness me, what are you doing?" I asked, curious.

"Isn't this what a patient has to do when they come here to be examined by their good doctor?"

"Well yes, but doesn't Andrew look after these things for you?"

She had unbuttoned all the way to the waist and I then saw that she was wearing a smartly styled two-piece suit. She grabbed the lapels and her top half was gone, falling off behind her, leaving her body clad above the waist in only a sheer tan bra through which her nipples pressed out against the material.

"I need you to check for lumps in my breast, just in case."

She appeared to now be serious, so I took on my more professional bedside manner. "Oh sure, please sit down here, Alicia," and I directed her around behind the screen, pointing her to sit on the side of my examination table.

I stepped up in front of where she sat up high, "Have you any reason to suspect that you may have a lump?" I asked.

"No James, not at all, but I'm always asking Andrew to check, but you know how it is, he starts out checking and the next thing he's feeling me up and then we're going at it in bed."

"Yes, life's a bitch sometimes. You just can't trust your friendly gynaecologist."

"James, you're the one under investigation, I should watch myself with you. Fancy me coming here and asking you to check out my boobies … I must be mad, what with your reputation."

I nervously tore my eyes away from her breasts that she had now released from the confines of that bra that had struggled to keep them contained. "What reputation, what do you mean?"

"Every woman my age that I meet and talk to, it seems they all have you as their doctor. I say where there's smoke, there's fire … wouldn't you say that, James? You must have every good looking woman in this city on your books."

My eyes descended back down to ogling those near perfect breasts, must be D cups, there was a lot of them. I lifted my hands and placed them on the bare smooth skin of her breasts.

She flinched, "Ooh, bit cold … you should have warmed them first."

"Nowhere to do that in here, Alicia, I don't have a heater."

"You could have warmed them down here, darling," she said, her eyes giving me a sultry look. But what totally caught me by surprise was the sudden lifting of her thighs up in front of me, her knees bent as she perched her heels beside her hips on the edge of the examination table. As my eyes looked down toward her knees, she parted them as far as she could, spreading them further as her hands pushed the bottom of her skirt back to her hips. I found myself looking straight down into the vee formed by her spread thighs and I could now clearly see that her panties were a satiny beige, a camel toe clearly evident to show the way.

"Down where?" I feigned naivety.

"In here silly, it's so hot down here," she said, a mischievous glint in her eye as she used her own two hands to take mine off her breasts and she pushed them down between her thighs. "That's where you can get your hands really warm."

The backs of the fingers on one of my hands was touching her pantie covered pubic mound and I saw her close her eyes and take in a deep breath from my feather-light touch. 

"Whoa, I'm not sure if I'm comfortable where this is heading, Alicia. Andrew is one of my best friends." I tried to pull my hands away from where they rested at the tops of her thighs, but she placed her own hands on my arms and forced my hands to stay where they were.

"Oh dear, James, this is so awkward. Where do I start…?"

"You can start by telling me why you're coming on to me here in my surgery."

"I could say it seemed as good a place as any … you know, the scene of the crime."

"What crime, Alicia? What are you going on about?"

"Whatever the Medical Tribunal says you did … they're probably right you know, if there's been a complaint. I was thrilled when I heard about it … sort of makes you seem human, philandering around like most other men, doing sex stuff with one of your female patients. Was she good looking … I bet she was, most of your patients are."

"Is that what you think, Alicia? Do you think I really did do something?"

"Darling, I'm new to this town, new to your group of friends…"

"You've been here five years."

"Yes, but you and Andrew go back a long way … you know, doctors together. You two have been through a lot. Andrew tells me that many doctors do get to enjoy some side benefits from the women patients. You know, all these women are living some fantasy about their doctors."

I needed to keep protesting, but she had the floor. "I have always liked the older men, James."

"I know that, you married one."

"Yes, I know, I did, but he's only just over forty, Andrew is only ten years older than me. But James, you're … what, fifty now?"

"Yeah, about that!"

"I have fancied you since I arrived here, since I married Andrew. I love really older men, they look to be so mature, so much more experienced. I lost my dad when I was quite young, I've probably been looking for a father figure ever since. I love the way that you flirt with me whenever we're all out to dinner."

"But Alicia, that's all it is, flirting. It's just a bit of harmless fun that does something for the ego. But it shouldn't do anything for other parts."

She ignored my explanation for flirting and somehow shifted her arse around where she sat on the examination table. It caused her mound to rub against my knuckles that were still wedged tightly up against her panties. "I bet you'd be good if we got to do it."

"Alicia, this is crazy, I'm in enough trouble without getting involved with my best friend's wife."

"So you did do something, I knew it. What did you do? Who with, James?" Her eyes had lit up, "Oh, this is so exciting."

"It's not exciting, it's very serious, Alicia, my reputation is on the line."

"James, I didn't really intend to go this far with you when I came here today … truly! I was just going to flirt a bit with you, like we always do. I actually came to sign the petition … and I also wanted to extend an offer. I want to write a letter to the Tribunal … I write good letters, James. I want to write saying how moral and ethical you've always been with me and that I, as one of your patients, take great offence that they would even suggest that you might have done something untoward to one of your patients. Sort of throw the allegation back at them. That was all I intended, really. But then I came in here and I joked with you a bit. Asking you to feel my breasts for lumps just sprang into my head as a means of making it seem like I was seriously here as a patient. Then I saw in your eyes the way that you looked at my breasts. That look was … oh, I don't know, it was probably just raw lust, but I liked that. I got so excited that there was a chance that you might do it with me, a quick no commitment fling … a few dirty sex episodes in exciting risky places. And then we'll both move on, you back to Jane and me to Andrew. I only need a little diversion like that with someone I really want, then I'll be content with Andrew again."

"Wow, that was some speech."

"Yeah, how about that. So, how do you feel about it? I'll bet if I put my hand down on your cock right now, you would have the biggest boner … am I right?"

She was right and she knew it, "Yeah, you'd be right," I admitted.

"I turn you on, don't I?"

"Of course you do, I'm looking straight down at the outline of your labia lips in your panties."

"Damn doctors … God, why can't you just call it a cunt like everybody else does?"

"I think my hands are warm enough now, Alicia. Do you still want me to examine your breasts?"

"Of course, that's officially why I'm here, isn't it?"

She released her hold on my arms and I drew my hands back out of her crotch, moving them up to place them on the smooth skin of her ample breasts. I did the examination in my most professional manner, touching her all over her breasts. All the while, I was conscious that her eyes never left mine, she watched my eyes intently.

"You're fine, Alicia, I am happy to say … not a lump anywhere. They are a great healthy pair of breasts."

"Would you like to suck them … before I put them away, I mean."

I gave her a look of exasperation, but when I looked into her eyes, I could see she was deadly serious. She really wanted me to suck on them. So I did … I lowered my head, parted my lips, took her right nipple into my mouth and sucked … and licked … and nipped with my teeth. She threw her arms around behind my head and tugged me tightly to her bosom. When I tired of her right breast, I switched to the left.

When I came up for air after about five minutes, Alicia was moaning in delight. "You're good … that felt great! Now, let's plan a time and place to do it because you probably have a string of patients outside and I need you to last long enough for me to cum when we do eventually fuck."

I couldn't believe it, the woman was determined, she really did want us to have a brief affair … well I hoped it would be brief – and secret.

"I don't know about that," I was still making a pretence of protesting.

"James, that's nonsense, of course you want me, I can see it all over your face." Her hand suddenly shot down and grabbed a hold of my hard cock through my trousers, "And I can feel how much too." She rubbed along its length a couple of times, "Umm, that feels nice, James. I'm going to enjoy this, I can tell."

I picked up her bra and handed it to her and she let go of my cock. I watched Alicia as she manipulated her breasts into the cups of her bra in that sexy way that women do. "You and Jane are coming to dinner this Saturday, aren't you?" 

"Yes we are," I confirmed.

"That's perfect, it's a dinner party for ten, you know … so we won't be missed if we cut out for a ten minute quickie after dessert."

"What? You're crazy, we can't do it there … with all your guests around … and particularly not in the same house with Jane and Andrew there."




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 05



"That's exactly why I want to do it there … I enjoy the thrill of it, the risk factor. It's all set then, right after dessert. You will go off to the toilet and I will tell everyone to go to the back deck for liqueurs … I'll get Andrew to serve those and I'll tell him I'm checking the kitchen. With everybody moving around, nobody will miss us and you can go upstairs to use the bathroom off the master bedroom. Go up there and have a pee and I will join you before you've had a chance to shake it dry."

"Alicia, that's a crazy idea, it will never work, we'll get caught."

"Darling, it's just crazy enough to work. Won't it be exciting?" She could see how sceptical I was of her plan, she needed a deal clincher. Her knees were still drawn up in front of her in spite of having put her bra back on. Making sure that I was still looking down there, she reached one of her hands down between her thighs and her fingers grabbed the edge of the crotch of her satin panties. She pulled the material to one side, giving me a real good look at her shaved mound with the labia lips puffy with her arousal, wetness seeping from between them. "Wouldn't you like to be in there?"

Of course I would, what a silly question … but could I take such a huge risk with my marriage – and with hers? I am sure that she knew that, from the way my eyes looked at the treasure she had just uncovered, my answer would be yes.

Chapter Sixteen

Alicia was as good as her word, she wrote a marvellous letter, the wording so good that even I began to believe that I had never inappropriately touched Julie, Angela, Stephanie, Victoria, Diana or Natalie. She presented me with a copy of the letter when Jane and I arrived at Andrew and Alicia's dinner party on Saturday night. She said that she had already mailed it to the Medical Tribunal. As well, she told me that she had been around all of her social friends the past couple of days, organising those that had not been to me for an appointment recently, to come in and sign the petition.

She looked as sensational as always this Saturday night. Her blonde tresses were flowing free, not up in a bun as she often wore it. Her emerald green dress was strapless … it must be staying up only because of the size of her breasts, the upper slopes of which were prominently displayed. The bottom hem of the dress was quite demure, dropping to just above the knees.

Alicia managed to draw me to one side as the guests were being herded into the dining room for dinner. "I am counting on you tonight, James, don't chicken out on me."

"I still think you're crazy, but no, I'm in."

"You will be, darling … you will be," she told me suggestively. "Do you like my dress?"

"I do, particularly those healthy breasts with no lumps. But where are your legs tonight? You usually put on quite a display of bare thighs."

"Only one reason, James. I'm not wearing panties tonight, in fact no underwear at all. I didn't want the hindrance of having to get too much off when we go for it. God, I can't wait for you to touch me."

I must admit that I was extremely nervous about her plan. Of all the sexual trysts that I had attempted over recent months, this would have to be the scariest. If Andrew or Jane sprang us, both marriages could be over for good. Yet, despite that risk, I was willing to play Alicia's game.

There was nothing much different about the dinner party until 9.30pm, that was when we all finished dessert. The conversations flowed between all ten people, who had become such firm friends. On cue, Alicia triggered the start of our adventure.

"Andrew, how about you get the liqueurs and ports ready. Hey everybody, out to the back deck and Andrew will bring out the after-dinner drinkies. I'm just going to go check the kitchen, make sure that everything's switched off out there."

My wife offered her help, "Would you like me to give you a hand, Alicia?"

Oh dear, we didn't need this happening, I looked to see how I could distract Jane, but our hostess had it all in hand. "No Jane, you're our guest, just join the others out on the deck … I've got the kitchen covered."

Jane accepted that she wasn't needed there, she turned to me, obviously thinking that we would adjourn to the deck together. "Honey, I must have drunk a bit more than usual, I'm headed to the bathroom to take a pee," I told her. Twice rejected, Jane headed off to follow the others in the direction of the back deck.

I looked around furtively before leaving the room. I left by the door that leads to the ground floor bathroom that all of the guests were using tonight. Fortunately, it appeared that one of the other guests was already using it. That didn't matter, the intention was always for me to slip upstairs and use the en suite bathroom off the master bedroom. I doubled back and started up the stairs, hoping that nobody would see me, but ready in case with the excuse that I had to pee and the other one was already occupied.

At the top of the stairs, I peeped back … nobody had seen me. I headed straight along the upper hallway and nervously opened the bedroom door. Peeping inside, it appeared that I was alone. I made my way quietly across the room to the bathroom door and slid it open. There was only a shower, toilet and wash basin.

I decided that I really did want to pee, so I unzipped and reached in through the fly opening, through the opening in my boxers too and pulled out my trusty ever-ready penis. It was already half-erect, just in the illicit anticipation of this evening. I pointed my cock at the bowl and got the flow started. I left the door open. 

Though I knew that she was coming, I was nevertheless startled by Alicia's voice from the doorway, "So at last I get to see it," she said appraisingly, "It looks up to the job ahead." She chuckled at her attempted humour. "Oh James, seeing you taking a piss makes me want to go. Damn, I might have to pee before we do it."

She stepped up alongside of me and half turned away, presenting her back to me, "Will you get the zip please, darling?"

I managed to turn the top half of my body around to get my hand to the zip at the back of her dress without my flow missing the bowl. I lowered the zip right down to her waist. The dress fell forward and dropped all the way to the floor, ending in a pool of material around her feet. I was left gazing at her wonderful curvy naked back … the skin smooth down to where it went in at her waist. Then her body flared out to those hips … and two magnificent arse cheeks, separated by an exciting dark cleavage. Her legs were perfectly shaped and the skin was flawless. She was left standing in high heels only.

I had finished pissing and I shook it off and stepped back, leaving it out. By now, Alicia had stepped out of the pile of her dress and kicked it to the corner of the tiny bathroom, closing the sliding door on us as she did so. She leaned forward in front of me to put the toilet seat down, "This was to be the moment that you swept me off my feet and made mad passionate love to me. But damn it, I have to pee first." 

She spun around in the tiny confines in front of me and sat – or rather – perched on the seat. There was a moment of silence and then I could hear her pee begin, only a trickle at first … and then splashing into the bowl to become a steady flow. "Can you believe this? I'm so embarrassed!" 

I looked down and I could just see the clear stream coming from her lower lips beyond the vee of her thighs. I actually thought the moment was quite erotic and my cock bounced up into full erection.

"It looks like your cock likes to see me pee, is this some fetish of yours that I should know about?" Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. 

Not missing an opportunity, Alicia leaned forward on the toilet seat and her mouth opened and swallowed half of my hard-on in one swift motion. "Oh yes!" I exclaimed out loud.

"Shush!" she tried to say with her mouth full. Her hand came up and she pulled on my shaft about half a dozen times before her lips released me. Her pee seemed to have stopped and she rose from the seat, not feeling inclined to wipe, I guess she figured it was going to get wetter down there. "We're wasting time, James … we don't have all that long." She had moved her naked body up against the front of my clothed one, her arms encircling my neck.

"Where are we going to do it?" I asked, looking around me curiously.

"Here of course," she responded, "Lift me up on the vanity."

I shifted sideways away from the toilet, taking her with me and lifting her naked body at the waist until her arse rested on the edge of the vanity wash basin.

"Get these off, damn it," she told me, her hands dropping to unbuckle my belt and then shoving my trousers and boxers southward. The two garments ended up around my ankles. "This too," she said and unbuttoned my shirt rapidly. I was afraid that she might rip off some of the buttons. "Don't want to get any of my make-up on your clean shirt." She thought of everything and I wondered how many times she had done this previously to Andrew? Surely I wasn't her first.

I had only seen her back when I had removed her dress. Now I stole a glance down at her naked front … the magnificent breasts that I had massaged – ahem, manipulated – ahem, examined in my surgery the other day. I looked even lower and saw her thighs spread wide as she locked her ankles behind my arse.

"Come on, hurry, get it in me now … don't wait, darling, just get it inside."

"Will you need some gel?" I was concerned that we might need lubrication.

"No, I am as wet as the Pacific Ocean … straight in, don't hold back."

I pushed forward, closing the gap between our bodies, obscuring the view I had of her naked front. My stiffened cock bumped against her mound. I slipped my fingers down between us, manoeuvring my cock around until I felt it sliding along her pubic slit. She was right, she was very wet. Accepting her unconditional invitation, I pressed forward and my cock-head slotted into the groove of her vaginal opening.

"Oh yes!" she moaned, "At last … push it in, quick!"

I did. Without ceremony, I lined it up and thrust my cock into her slick passage, seating it halfway home in one lunge. "Unngghh!" she expelled a huge breath with her loud grunt from being penetrated so sharply. I readjusted and shoved again, sinking the remainder of my shaft this time, our pubic hairs matting together. "Oh darling, yes … I have you inside me at last."

Recognising the urgency of this encounter, I immediately pulled back until only my tip clung to her grasping wet vagina … then I plunged it back all the way to the core.

"Oh yes, it's good … it's good," she proclaimed. This woman was definitely a verbal one. My hands slipped under the backs of her thighs, trying to ease the discomfort she would be experiencing from the ridge of the vanity on her arse. Her legs were wrapped tightly around me, the ankles locked behind me … and her arms were tightly wrapped around my neck. Occasionally, we would kiss … open-mouthed and passionately, but most of the time, my face was alongside her head, my lips kissing and sucking on her neck. "No love bites, don't mark me," she muttered in panic. My eyes were open and I watched us in the vanity mirror, looking at her bare back from the crack of her arse to the back of her head, all of it shaking with each powerful thrust that drove into her.

Her vagina clutched at me like a tight liquid pit of quicksand and I found myself struggling for control. Fortunately, I could hear from her breathing that her body was feeling the arousal too. "Feeling good," she said, giving an update.

"Tell me something I don't know," I told her back, but grateful for her confirmation that she was getting close. 

She laughed at my reply, adding "Feeling better … oh God, feeling great!" She was giving me a running commentary of her wonderful body's arousal. It was when she screamed in my ear, "I'm gonna cum, James," humping back at me with renewed enthusiasm, that I knew I could safely let myself go.

Instead of resorting to those short sharp stabs that a man uses when he knows he's about to cum, I instead adopted hard, deep plunging strokes that would get me there seconds earlier, but were guaranteed to finish her off too.

I shoved hard on what I knew would be my last stroke as I felt the cum surging up through my cock shaft. It splashed inside Alicia just as she screamed her approval of her finish in my ear, nearly deafening me with her shrill panting gasps of breath.

My legs shook and trembled, trying to hold us both up against the vanity as my cock spasmed inside her throbbing vagina. We clung to each other, our bodies running with the sweat of our exertions. It had certainly been a good one, it could not have been scripted better. I had been worried whether her luscious 30-something body might be too much for this 50+ geezer, but I was proud of getting us both over the line together.

"I don't want you to go, your cock feels so good inside me – still," she whispered in my ear, her voice returning to a normal decibel level.

"Same here," I muttered, "You've got a good tight cunt," avoiding my customary clinical usage for female body parts.

"Cunt, what a strange word that is," she told me.

"Does it upset you, would you prefer me to call that part of you that won't release my cock something else?"

She giggled in that warm, infectious way, "No, cunt will do just fine."

Someone knocking on the sliding door right behind me jolted both of us back to stark reality. I spun my head around, there wasn't a lock on it. Whoever was there could just slide it open and find us, both naked except for the shoes we both still wore and my trousers that pooled around my ankles.

"Are you in there, sweetheart?" Good grief, it was Andrew … her loving husband and my golfing buddy.

"Yes darling, I'm here," her voice quavered from the emotion and maybe fear associated with being found in this way. "What is it?"

"I couldn't find you downstairs, you've been gone a few minutes … are you okay?"

"Yes … yes, I'm all right darling, I was just feeling a little unwell. I brought up some food, maybe it didn't agree with me." As she unfolded her lie to her husband standing not four feet away on the other side of the door, her confidence returned. She clamped the muscles around her vagina on my still semi-hard cock. "I'll be down in a tick, hopefully good as gold," she added, leaning back on the vanity and smiling up at me as she clamped around my cock again.

Despite my intense fear of us being caught at that very moment, her muscle movements stiffened my cock and I stifled a moan of pleasure.

"That's great, feels like you're up for some more," she whispered to me, accompanied by her infectious giggle.

"You've got to be kidding," I rebuked her. "Don't say anything more, he might still be outside the door." I dropped her arse onto the edge of the vanity and bent my knees so I could pull my cock from the wet confines of her clutching vagina. Not wanting to wipe away the wet remnants of our combined bodily juices, I bent and pulled my boxers up, picked up my discarded shirt and put it back on … then hauled up my trousers and re-buckled them.

All the while, Alicia watched me as she tore off some toilet paper and dabbed it on her crotch, soaking up the cum that was now running freely from her, beginning to slide down one thigh. "I'm gonna have to put some panties on before I go back downstairs, you have filled me up with your sweet cum, darling."

We were both still whispering, "How about you look to see if Andrew's gone," I asked, anxious that her husband may still be standing on the other side of the bathroom door. 

She stepped across and slid the door open, peeping out into her bedroom. "Oh hi Andrew," she said and my whole body froze. "Yes, James is here, we just had a great fuck." The blood had drained from my face and my mouth hung open as I expected Andrew to push past his wife to get at me. But instead, Alicia just turned her naked body fully toward me and laughed. "Had you going there, doc."

My body sagged back against the vanity that had just held Alicia's arse while I ravaged her body. As her laughter died, I rebuked her, "You will give me a heart attack, you vixen."

"Plenty of doctors downstairs to help if you do," she answered flippantly.

"I better go back before I'm missed."

"You might want to wash my lipstick off your mouth … and there's some of my make-up on your cheek too."

"Oh God, I'm not used to this clandestine stuff," I said as I grabbed a facecloth, wet it and wiped.

"Come on James, it's exciting … you must agree."

"You are," I gave her a more chaste peck on the cheek, "but I'm not sure that doing it this way is." I took one last lingering look at her fabulous naked body and departed through the door, leaving her to pick up her crumpled dress. "Don't forget to put some panties on to catch my cum," I called back as I left. I heard that giggle again as I looked furtively out into the hallway.

I managed to get back downstairs and through a side door into the back garden. That way, I could come up to the back deck from the garden, looking like I had been out walking through their expansive grounds. 

Andrew saw me approaching from the garden, "Where have you been, buddy?"

"I needed some fresh air, I took a walk in your garden."

"You didn't need to go that far, the air is fresh enough here on the back deck," he said. Did I detect some suspicion in his voice, or was that guilt nagging at me for having just fucked his wife.

"If I'd have come out here on the deck for fresh air, you would have shoved another drink in my hand, Andrew. That was the last thing I needed."

"Fair call," he said, then looking beyond my head toward the door from the house, he added, "Oh, here's Alicia back, she's been upstairs, vomiting … something she ate, she says. Are you okay, honey?"

I turned and there she was, everybody's favourite hostess, looking beautiful and in control, not a hair out of place. If only these fellow guests – and Andrew - could have seen that wild-eyed look on her face not ten minutes ago as I pumped my hard cock into her and she screamed at me that she was about to cum.

Although Alicia and I missed at least 20 minutes of it, that evening's dinner party turned out to be one of the most successful among our group of friends. Nobody left before 1am. Of course, when the first couple stood up to leave, then the rest of us all chorused that we should be going too.

As it turned out, Jane and I were the last of the four couples to line up to bid our hosts goodnight at the front door. "You pair are always the last to leave," said Andrew, "you must enjoy your nights out."

"It's the good company," suggested Jane.

"Here, here to that," I added, a little jovial thanks to the extra drinks I had downed to quell my nerves after our close call in the upstairs bathroom.

"Oh, that reminds me, Jane, I did promise to give you that cutting that I took off the plant you liked. Wait here and I'll go get it," said Andrew.

Although our host said wait here, Jane followed him back into the house, calling to him, "Don't go to any trouble, Andrew."

That left Alicia and I standing on their front step, waving to the last of the others as they drove away. We could both hear my wife calling to Andrew and the sound of her voice indicated that she was well inside the house. Alicia turned and pulled the front door until it almost closed. Then she threw her arms around me and her mouth closed rapidly on mine, her tongue forcing entry between my lips. 




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 05



There followed about 20 seconds of fierce tongue-on-tongue action in an exciting and elongated French kiss that only ceased when we heard Jane and Andrew's combined steps coming closer on the wooden floor. We had just stepped apart when the door flew open and our respective spouses reappeared.

"Sorry honey," said Jane, "Andrew promised me this" and she held out the cutting that she obviously intended to replant in our garden later that day. "Who's driving?" she asked me.

"You of course, Jane, I've had far too much."

"Oh God, I hope I'll be all right."

"This is madness you two," said Alicia, "It's crazy that either one of you should run the risk of getting caught for drink driving."

Jane tried to reason it out, "It's only a ten minute trip, Alicia."

Andrew stepped in with logic, "It doesn't matter how short the trip is, you could be driving for only two minutes and the cops could still pull you over."

Alicia followed the stream that she had started, probably purposefully, "You are our favourites out of the group. Next time, we want you two to stay over. That way, you can both drink as much as you like. We've got heaps of room here."

It had never been suggested before, I had an uneasy idea of where this was heading. Alicia was cooking up a plan. "You could even stay now, tonight, if you want. It would be safer." There it was, she was playing her trump card. Having she and I sleeping under the one roof would be just the first stage. Finding a way for she and I to have full-on sex while our partners blissfully slept nearby would be a more ambitious manoeuvre, but one that, I am sure, Alicia felt was feasible.

"Thanks anyway, but we'll be okay, I haven't had that much," Jane squashed the master plan in one quick sentence.

Chapter Seventeen

On Thursday, just five days after our bathroom encounter at her house, Alicia made another appointment for a consultation at my surgery. When my receptionist put her file on my desk and announced the name, I was again gripped with fear, the alarm bells ringing, telling me that this could be trouble.

Again, she was dressed to kill, but instead of a dress, she wore a halter-top revealing bare midriff above billowy slacks that only became tight around her hips and arse. I resisted my trepidation at seeing her, "Alicia my pet, it's great to see you, what can I do for you this time?"

My receptionist had just slammed the door behind her when Alicia's hands went directly to her waist, She unclasped something, put her thumbs in the waistband and gave a push that saw the slacks drop to her feet. She stood before me in only the halter-top and the tiniest g-string panties.

"Oh dear, what is troubling you, Alicia?"

"James, we're not beating around the bush today. You are treating me for whatever it takes for me to lie on your examination table with my feet in the stirrups. I'm guessing that you'll know what to do with me when you have me in that position."

I was in trouble, "Alicia, as nice as it is to see you, I don't have time for this. I am booked up solid with patients who have real illnesses."

"I wrote that good letter to the Tribunal for you."

"Are you intending to remind me of that every time you get horny?"

She ignored my response and walked behind the screen, "Are you coming or not … because I sure need to."

I followed her around behind the screen, she was already shuffling her body into an accessible position on my examination table. One hand pulled at the waistband of her tiny g-string that I could now see was a thong in back, "You'll need to take these off so you can examine my cunt." She made that descriptive word sound harsh.

Resignedly, I reached forward and tugged her panties off and down her legs, exposing that bare mound, the lips already a little puffy. Had she been having a little play with herself in the car before coming in, or was this arousal just from thinking about it?

I extended the table stirrups up high and wide and lifted her legs to place and secure them. Why was I going along with her request so willingly, you ask? Because my unco-operative cock had sprung to rampant attention the minute she dropped her slacks and I saw her pubic mound barely concealed by the tiny panties. That's why, nothing but raw unbridled lust for her body.

"Will you go down on me first?" she asked and I sat myself on the stool and wheeled it into the gap between her upraised legs. Without a mouth kiss or a touch of her breasts, my face moved toward her crotch, my lips opened and my tongue swept the upper flat side up along her gaping slit. 

She moaned aloud. I paused to tell her, "Alicia, I've got a room full of patients outside. Keep it down when you cum, even if you've got to stick a finger in your mouth to bite down on."

"I could bite down on your cock if you'd get up here with me," she suggested.

"Not a good idea," I told her, my hands already moving to unbuckle my belt and unzip my trousers. I licked her pubic slit and sucked on her clitoral bud and she came quite quickly. She was still quite loud in spite of my request. I sprang to my feet as soon as I could see that her orgasm was far enough advanced that it could continue without my oral help. I stepped up closer to the table and placed my hard cock-tip against her still pulsing vaginal opening. "Ready?" I asked and not waiting nor caring for an answer, I pushed half of my length into her slick wet passage.

Her ongoing panting gasps from her orgasm somehow merged with "Oh God yes!" I steadied for a moment and then pushed hard again, sinking 6 of my 7 inches inside her prone body. "I needed this, I'm glad I came," she told me as the last inch was thrust hard into her. "Oh, any more?"

"That's it, isn't that enough?" I could not accept that she wouldn't be satisfied with 7 inches of quality hard-on.

"Oh yes, I've got all I can handle right now," her words restored my confidence.

I stood at the end of the examination table between her spread legs and thrust away. My hands gripped her inner thighs that rose up alongside my still clothed chest while I looked down upon her belly, watching it ripple from the force of my cock thrusting into her vagina beneath the skin.

She came again and I had to tell her to shush up. This was feeling really good and I felt so much in control that I contemplated pushing her body to give up a third orgasm. But then I twisted my arm to check the time on my watch and panicked when I thought of the waiting room full of patients anxious for my healing cures. I mentally advised my balls to release my cum and in mere moments, my cock was shooting load after load into her clutching body.

I sagged forward under the exertion of the solid fucking my 50-year-old body had just been through and my hands gripped her thighs tighter to maintain my upright stance at the vee of her thighs. I waited until my cock had completed its last spasms into her vagina, looking down on a happy, contented 30-something woman. I reflected briefly on what a great life I was now having in my early fifties, 'If only I could just get rid of that complaint to the Medical Tribunal.'

I withdrew my cock slowly and watched her face reflecting one last pleasurable moment as I slipped from her wet vagina. I released my hold on her legs and quickly released them from the stirrups.

"I suppose you want me to dress and go now so that you can see more patients."

"I don't want to seem unromantic, Alicia, but that's the way it is if you want me to do you here in my surgery."

I looked down to see that my cum was already dribbling from her vagina as her legs now hung down off the end of the table. "As nice as this was, James, I don't think I'll try this again … it does spoil basking in the after-glow."

I helped her to her feet and her legs nearly gave way under her. They were shaking as I guided her to the anteroom behind my consulting rooms. I picked up her slacks, panties and shoes and thrust them into her arms. "Here Alicia, take a few minutes to recover in here while I see my next patient. There's nowhere to lie down, but you can sit in the chair. Whatever you do, don't come out until I tell you, I will have the next patient in here."

I closed the door to that room and returned to my desk. I buzzed my receptionist, "Mrs. Griffin is going to need a little time to collect herself, I have shown her into the back room to rest. Can you show the next patient in please."

You would not believe the timing. The next patient appeared in the doorway, it was Victoria, the woman who had introduced me to anal sex one Wednesday afternoon when I should have been out golfing. "Victoria, how good to see you" I said, really thinking that she was the last person I wanted to see with my now limp cock stuffed back in my underwear, still wet with Alicia's and my juices.

She slid into my patient chair alongside my desk and crossed one leg over the other, revealing an expanse of bare thigh that at any other time may have prompted a surge in my cock. But not right now!

"James, I heard that someone has laid a complaint about you with the medical authorities. I just wanted to assure you it wasn't me, I would never do that. You were so good for me, although I am disappointed that you haven't been back for me."

"Yes, well I'm sorry too, Victoria. I had such a great time with you that afternoon and you introduced me to something new and wild. We really must do it again sometime."

"And it wasn't Stephanie either."

My mind flicked back to her gorgeous 19-year-old daughter and how I had helped to relieve her of the last vestiges of her virginity after her boyfriend had stuffed it up. "How is Steph?"

"She's good, doctor, moved on from that idiot boyfriend who couldn't even take her virginity properly. I expected that she would. I told her that I was coming to see you, she said to say hello to you. Said she feels awful she hasn't come in again since you helped her out that day but she's had nothing wrong with her."

"I am sure there's not, Victoria … she's a very beautiful girl, tell her not to worry about coming in." Good grief, I didn't need the temptation of looking at that gorgeous 19-year-old body the way my sex life had been going.

"So you naughty man, you must have done something with another patient for there to be a complaint. I thought that I was the only one that you played around with."

I was embarrassed to be having this conversation with one of my past conquests while my latest was hanging around in the adjoining room and could probably hear every word, especially the bit about helping with her daughters deflowering.

"You were, Victoria. This is just a misunderstanding with one of my patients who must have read more into where I touched her with my hands than there really was. I am confident that it will get sorted out."

I was anxious to have her move on, Alicia too for that matter. "Look Victoria, I am backed up with a stack of appointments out there, I promise you I will come by one day next week and we'll hook up again. Would you like me to do you up the arse again?"

She smiled a warm smile, "That would be very nice, I would like that. Don't disappoint me, doctor." 

I scribbled N/C on a post-it note and handed it to her. "Give this to the young woman outside, she won't charge you for today … and thanks for your thoughts."

"I signed the petition, James," she told me as I pushed her out the door and closed it. I hurried back to the anteroom and opened that door. To my relief, Alicia was fully dressed again.

"Well well, James … isn't it amazing what one hears when they listen at doors. So you've done her – and in her pretty arse, it would seem – but she says that she's not the one who put you in to the Tribunal. You sly doctor, you never told me you liked anal."

"It never came up, Alicia."

"Well my dear, it will now. I don't mind a warm cock in by arse from time to time. That's handy because I can never get Andrew interested in it. So how about her daughter then, what's that about you helping her out somehow after her boyfriend messed up taking her virginity?"

"A story for another day, Alicia, I am just so busy, you're going to have to go."

"Oh James, we will have so much to talk about, won't we?"

I began to push her toward the waiting room door, "We will … soon, I promise."

"Are you going to give me one of those bits of paper so your girl won't charge me for today?"

"No, I'm sorry, Alicia…" She looked at me, stunned. "It would look better to my receptionist and the other patients if you paid. Can't have them seeing too many freebies."

She was indignant, "So the arse fucker walks out without paying and I come in here and you ravish my body and I have to pay for the privilege."

"You and Andrew can afford $65, Alicia, but I'll give it back to you if you want. It's just a matter of how it looks to others, I am trying to deflect suspicion."

Thankfully, she smiled, "Just as well you were worth more than $65."

I closed the door behind her and slumped in my chair, mentally exhausted. Due to my extracurricular activities with my patients, my world was spiralling out of control. It was becoming harder to juggle the women who expected something from me. Wearily, I hit the intercom button and called "Next" to my receptionist. It surely couldn't get any worse this afternoon.

Chapter Eighteen

Alicia didn't return for another surgery session, not that she had lost interest. I had several phone calls from her, they were laced with suggestive comments of what we would do with each other next time the opportunity arose.

The get-togethers with our coterie of friends normally resulted in one of the five couples hosting a dinner party every two weeks. On that basis, it would have been 10 weeks – two and a half months before we would meet at Alicia and Andrew's house again. 

Of course, the next dinner at our house was only a month after that night when Alicia and I had it off in her bathroom – and nearly got caught. Nothing more had been said about the sleepover idea until I got home Thursday night before our Saturday dinner party.

My wife greeted me with, "Hello darling, how was your day?" Fortunately it had been uneventful – at least sex-wise – so I assured her it had been okay. "Alicia called me today, told me that she and Andrew want to stay over on Saturday night. Told me, James … didn't ask, just told me."

"Oh really!" was my initial reaction, a sudden fear building in me that she had been quiet for too long. Alicia was obviously planning something and it would involve me taking massive risks again. "You sound like you don't want them to stay, honey."

"Oh, I don't mind, I guess, James. It's just that she has the knack of rubbing me up the wrong way. If she had been polite enough to ask instead of telling me."

"You're not too mad about her, are you?"

"And you are?"

Was my wife asking me or telling me? I had to tread carefully. "Jane, she is Andrew's wife whether we approve of her flighty ways. Don't lose sight of the fact that she is the baby of our group, she sometimes thinks differently. She is almost the next generation behind us."

"I guess so, James. I'll be okay with it, and I suppose it does make sense so that they can drink without worrying about getting picked up by the police on their way home."

Phew! Dodged a bullet there, but I knew that Saturday night would be much more awkward. What on earth was she planning? Whatever, it was, I knew that it would spell danger for me.

Chapter Nineteen

While the thought of Alicia sleeping in the same house as me this night was ever present in my mind all evening, we all had a great night. At every opportunity when we were out of earshot of the others, Alicia would make some suggestion like, "Are you ever in for a treat tonight?" 

Jane isn't a great drinker, but I did make a point of continuing to top up her wine at every opportunity, sensing that I would need to ensure that my wife would sleep well tonight. I left it to Alicia to worry about Andrew's alcohol content. Actually, I was surprised to see that he didn't seem to be drinking as much as usual. I wondered why they would even be staying overnight if he had not consumed too much alcohol. I answered my own question … only to appease his wife who had more devious intentions than he could be aware of.

The dinner party began to break up a bit earlier than usual. By 12.15am, only Andrew and Alicia remained. "I better get some more coffee," suggested Jane, "I feel I might need it tonight."

"Nonsense honey, there's just a skerrick left in the bottle, let me fill up your glass."

"Oh James, I'm going to regret this in the morning," she replied, nevertheless picking up her glass and offering it to me to be refilled. As I topped up her glass, I caught sight of Alicia out of the corner of my eye. She gave me a very knowing wink.

I heard a loud buzzing sound, "Did you leave something on in the kitchen, honey?"

Jane gulped her wine, looking at me blankly. I am not even sure she heard the buzzing. Andrew came up with the answer, "That's for me, it's my hospital monitor. Damn it!"

He reached into his pocket for his mobile phone and called a number as he stood up and moved away to have a conversation out of our range.

Alicia took on his explanation, "It's probably the hospital calling, he's got two patients about to give birth any hour, one could be a complication. That's why he didn't drink too much tonight."

Andrew's phone call was obviously brief. He returned and confirmed what Alicia had just told us, said that he would have to go in to deliver the babies. Jane and I dutifully gave a heartfelt sigh that said 'What a shame you have to go out and work on a Saturday night.' Such is the life of the city's leading gynaecologist. 

"Our plans to stay over haven't quite worked out," Andrew told us. Turning to his wife, he suggested, "Probably not much point in you staying now. I can drive via our house and drop you home before I head down to the hospital, sweetheart?"

Hah, I knew what her answer would be to that. "Shit no, Andrew … I'm not going home to a lonely house. At least if I stay with Jane and James, we can talk and drink for another hour or two here."

"Oh no, count me out on that," said my wife, probably trying to discourage Alicia from staying. "I'm off to bed after this one."

Jane wouldn't realise it in her inebriated state, but that statement would actually be the clincher for Alicia to decide to stay. I felt my cock twitch in my trousers, it was trying to voice an opinion too.

Andrew tried one more time, Are you sure, sweetheart, I've got time to drive by home on the way to the hospital."

"No thanks, I'll stay!" was her determined response. She even turned her head away from her husband as a way of declaring the topic over.

"Sorry about this, guys," was Andrew's final statement to Jane and I. "Hopefully, I'll get to stay over another time." Then he added a final sarcastic, "Hope she won't be too much bother to you" before heading to the front door. I followed to show my golfing buddy out, curious as to whether he may have some suspicion. He had seemed reluctant to leave his wife in our care. Perhaps he had heard more than Alicia and I realised when he stood outside their bathroom door that night four weeks ago.

I returned to the living room to find Jane gulping down the last of her glass of wine. She really had put a fair bit away tonight. "Well, I'm off to bed, you two … are you coming up soon, James?"

"Yes, real soon, honey," I told her only to hear Alicia mumbling behind me.

Fortunately, Jane hadn't heard Alicia say, "He'll be up soon, but not up there."

Jane turned at the doorway, "I'm sorry we're leaving you alone, Alicia," including me in her apology, even though I wasn't intending to go to our bed just yet. "Err, did you just say something, Alicia?"




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 05



"No," said Alicia with a charming smile, "Have a good sleep, Jane, I'll see you in the morning."

"Don't be too long, dear," pressed Jane, obviously conscious enough to not be happy at me being left alone with Alicia in spite of her inebriated state.

I turned to face Alicia, who was grinning like the cat that had the cream. "You look happy," I noted.

"Couldn't be happier," she replied. "When Andrew told me this afternoon that it looked like these two women would give birth tonight, I couldn't believe my good luck. It's all worked out perfectly, darling. I get to have you in a real bed."

"Hold on now, we had you staying in the room next to ours, we can't do it in there, Jane could hear us."

"She'll be out to it for a week, she won't hear a thing."

"No, I've got to draw the line there. I'll tell you what, we've got a sofa bed out in the back sunroom down here. I'll go make that up for us, that should be far enough away that Jane won't hear you screaming when you cum."

"I intend to be doing a lot of screaming tonight darling, got the message."

"So I guess you're putting me on notice for lots of orgasms?"

"You betcha," she told me as she poured herself yet another drink. "But you're not having any more, I want you at peak performance tonight."

"That's a big ask for a 50 year old."

"I believe in you, darling. Now go make that bed up, I'm as horny as hell."

I retreated to the sunroom and converted the sofa into a bed. I switched out the light and the moon was streaming in the back windows. 'Kind of romantic,' I thought. I headed back into the living room to find that Alicia had already shed her dress, she was sitting on the lounge in bra, panties, stockings and a garter belt. They were a matching set in a deep maroon colour. She was oozing sex appeal.

"I couldn't wait for you, darling. Would you hurry up and get naked? I thought we'd both sit here and look at each other until we can't stand it a moment longer. I figured we might be able to last a minute." 

She was a funny one. "Hold your horses, Alicia. I'm going to have to go up to the bedroom and check on Jane, let her think that I'm coming to bed now."

Alicia gave a petulant pout, "Don't be too long, darling. I'm already hot and wet for you down there."

I gave her body one long look to take the memory of her in that sexy lingerie, upstairs with me. I couldn't believe it, Jane was propped up with pillows behind her, reading a book. "Aren't you tired, honey?" I urged, taking off my shirt, intending to pursue the charade by getting my pyjamas on.

"I am really, but I was waiting for you. I have such a buzz from the wine tonight that I thought we might even make love."

Uh oh, complications … at my age, I didn't have the capacity to give my wife what she was seeking tonight, and then cope with the high sexual demands of the 30-something body that was on heat in my living room. "You'll have to wait, honey, I thought I'd have a shower before I go to bed," I told her, stalling for time.

"You don't need one now, didn't you have one just before the guests arrived tonight?"

"Sorry honey, I feel like I need another." I hurried off to the bathroom, hoping that my wife didn't get the notion to join me, not that she was usually that adventurous. I had a long shower … I mean long, I stood under it long after I had soaped everywhere and let the hot water wash down over me, probably sobering me up a bit too.

When I returned to our bedroom, Jane was asleep, the bedside light still on and the book resting across her breasts. I removed the book, gave her a goodnight kiss and switched off the light. Then I donned my pyjamas and went downstairs.

Alicia stood up as I entered the living room, I took a moment to take in her body. She was a highly sexy woman, could I keep up with her tonight? "Where the hell have you been?" she demanded to know angrily. "I nearly started without you."

My cock had already popped through the fly opening in my pyjamas when I saw Alicia stand up in her lingerie ensemble. It was at an acceptable horizontal level, hard too. "I have the basic part you need, so there's no way you'd start without me."

"I have my ways," she cooed, slinking across the room toward me. "Don't keep me waiting a moment longer."

"I thought that we were going to sit here and stare at each other until we couldn't hold back any longer," I teased.

"Yeah, well you blew that when you took so long upstairs. What were you doing, for Christ's sake?"

"I was making sure that Jane got off to sleep. When I got up there, she was wide awake reading."

"Oh shit!"

"Yeah, well the worst of it was she wanted us to have sex tonight. Believe me, she is not usually the initiator."

Alicia had reached me, but her look was aghast at my last words. "You didn't, don't tell me you just had to do her? I wanted you fresh and ready."

"I am, Alicia, I went and took a shower and by the time I came out, she was asleep."

"Not a cold shower, I hope."

"No, hot as, Alicia, hot as!"

Her hand shot down and grasped my hard-on, pulling it out through the opening in my pyjamas. "You said you had a shower, right? I nodded, "Then this wonderful tool of yours is squeaky clean. Mind if I help myself?"

She dropped to her knees in front of me and I looked down to see her tongue stretch out and lick my tip. I felt it all the way from my toes up to the top of my head. Then I watched as she formed an O with her lips and closed them over my rampant cock-head. Inch by inch, she swallowed my shaft, adjusting the position of her neck until she had all but one of my seven inches lodged deep in her oral cavity. She was good, this woman knew how to give and receive sexual pleasure. This would be a great night, if I could last the distance.

Slurp, slurp, she was really getting into it, one of her hands so daintily holding the base of my shaft while her mouth milked it greedily. Never had so much of my cock been devoured by a woman's mouth. I could stand here, looking down on this fantastic sight, watching until my cock exploded within her sucking mouth. I could watch the muscles in her neck swallowing down my cum too … but then I would be no good for at least an hour while I recovered.

No, the reality was that I had to call a halt to all of this – and soon, or I would totally pass the point of no return. "Alicia, as good as that is, I'm gonna have to ask you to stop or it could spoil our night." She ignored me, just kept on furiously sucking on my shaft like it was a lollipop.

My two hands reached down and grasped a facial cheek in each hand. It took all my strength to prise her head back off my cock. Just in time too, it was feeling so good. I struggled to think of innocuous non-sexual things, willing my cock to ease down.

"I was enjoying that, why did you stop me?" she wailed.

"You were doing too good, honey. You've got to remember that I'm twenty years older than you, I don't have the capacity to recover as quickly these days. When I cum tonight, I want it to be inside you."

"Ah, that's so sweet … thinking of me."

"Let's not hang around in here, it's too close to the stairs if Jane starts to wander around looking for me. Come on, we'll go out to the sunroom."

I put my arm around her waist and steered Alicia out through the kitchen where the floorboards creaked.

"Wow, they're noisy," she commented.

"That's what I'm counting on," I told her.

"What do you mean, James?"

"Jane would have to come this way to get to the sunroom … that's if she wakes up and wonders where I am, then comes looking. We would hear the floor boards creak, giving us a few seconds warning."

"You've thought it all out, haven't you, darling?"

"I guess so!"

"Only one thing wrong with all of that, James."

"What's that?"

"I get off on having sex that is risky … like in my bathroom last time when Andrew came right up the door. You've taken away the risk factor. I needed to have sex with you tonight right under Jane's nose, knowing that any minute she could wake up and walk in on us."

"Not for me, honey … that would be too nerve racking."

We had arrived in the sunroom and Alicia spotted the bed that I had already made up for us. She headed straight for it and sat down on the side. "At last, I get to have you in a bed."

I sat down alongside her, on her right. Then I leaned across and pushed her down on the bed on her back, my face hovering above hers, licking my lips in anticipation. I had barely kissed her since we had embarked on this path to intimacy. I did now, it was slow and passionate and sensual, and I loved every minute of it. She seemed to as well.

Strangely, after the heat and intensely urgent couplings at our two previous meetings, this one was slow and sensual from the start. Jane was zonked out on wine up in our marital bed, Andrew was off delivering babies and Alicia and I were about to engage in deep and satisfying sex.

It was great … the foreplay was long and unhurried. In contrast to the previous two times, my entry into her body was slow and teasing. In spite of the alcohol I had drunk that night, I was able to deliver two orgasms to her before my own took over and I filled her body with my cum.

We were both laying back basking in the after-glow of good and very satisfying sex. I suspect that Alicia had just begun to drift off when my mind went onto full alert. The floorboards creaked in the kitchen floor. I yanked my arm out from under Alicia, probably waking her from her post-orgasmic slumber. As my feet hit the floor, I was already hauling up my pyjamas. 

I grabbed a glass that was sitting on a nearby table and sprinted into the kitchen, slowing to look like I was walking casually when I spotted Jane filling a glass with water at the kitchen sink.

"Jane, what are you doing up?"

"Oh, I'm so thirsty, James … but what are you doing down here? Why were you out in the sunroom at this time of night?"

I wondered if the nervousness showed on my face, "I wasn't actually out there," I lied. "I was raiding the fridge for leftovers when I thought I heard a noise out in the backyard."

Jane began to walk toward the sunroom. She mustn't go out there, I would have to tackle her to the floor rather than let her go through that door and see a naked Alicia spread out on the couch bed, my cum leaking from her vagina.

"So did you see anything … is someone out there?" she asked as she approached the sunroom doorway.

"No, leave it Jane," I replied, following her, my arm about to drag her back, "I'm certain that it's not a person out there, might have been a little animal out in the yard."

In the doorway, she paused and turned, giving me a strange look. How far had she got? She had seemed to stop before going through the door and the lights were out in the sunroom, but from that strange look on her face, had she spotted Alicia out there?

"What is it, Jane?" Did I really want to know her answer if she had spotted a naked Alicia? I also had to keep out of Jane's reach because my semi stiff cock hanging inside my pyjamas still wore a wet coating of the combined juices of Alicia and me. I could smell the sex wafting up from my pj's … could Jane?

"I just remembered that we are not alone in the house, are we?"

"What do you mean, Jane?"

"I had almost forgotten that Alicia is sleeping over. What a pity, I woke feeling quite frisky and you weren't alongside me in bed … it must be the drink."

"Boy, what's got into you, honey? You never initiate sex these days."

"I just feel like it tonight … or morning, whatever it is. But I couldn't do it up in our bed with her sleeping in the room next door. I'd be embarrassed even though we all know everybody does it. She's much younger so she and Andrew are probably at it all the time. I'll bet she's missing him tonight."

"Yeah well, that's the price they pay for him being such a successful gyno."

Jane came over closer to me and I panicked again that she would smell the sex on my body. There was a strange glint in her eye. "James, we can't do it up in bed because Alicia is sleeping in the room next door, but we could do it down here."

She reached toward my pyjama pants and I stepped back, feigning shock. "Jane, what's got into you, you're not normally like this?"

"It must be all that wine I had. I felt plastered when I went to bed, but now I feel horny. Come on James, let's do it down here, just like we used to when we first moved in here. Remember how you said you wanted to do it in every room. I seem to recall that we did it on the kitchen table … we were like animals really. But if you'd prefer comfort, we could go out to the sunroom and pull out the sofa bed."

"No, no!" She had me cornered, but how could I explain away having my cock covered in vaginal juices? "Here Jane, on the table." I grabbed her quickly and hefted her body up onto the kitchen table. Her arse was perched on the edge. "Lie back, dear."

She did as she was told and I pushed her nightgown up to her belly, exposing her pubis. My head lowered and my mouth went straight for her labia lips. "No James, not that, I want to feel you inside me."

My face hovered just an inch away from her mound, so close I could smell her. "I'm afraid that I'm mister floppy at the moment, Jane. I'll need to go down on you to see if I can get some starch in my cock."

"Why is that, you're normally always ready for it."

I pressed on and stuck my tongue down at the entrance to her vagina, then drew it up along her slit toward her hidden clitoris. She swooned and suggested, "Maybe I should remind you of when you were trying to make our friend Natalie pregnant … that seems to work most times. I am sure that you enjoyed that more than you should."

She had done this a lot lately, bringing up the fact that she had encouraged me to have sex with another woman. It had been her idea and I have told her time and again how grateful I was for her suggestion. But she seems to think it is some magic elixir that will stiffen my cock if she mentions it. Little did she know that my cock won't stiffen for my wife now because it is still recovering from a wonderful fuck with Alicia, who at this very moment is lying not fifteen feet away listening to me attempting to satisfy Jane.

I chose to ignore her reference to impregnating Natalie (see Part 4) and went about sucking and licking my wife to a climax. It took longer than it should have … I suspect that she was willing her orgasm away, wanting to prolong this sexual activity until my cock grew again.

At last, I managed to push my wife over the top into a strong release that left her panting and breathless. The trouble was it had restored my cock to its full seven inches. I didn't want her to see it because I needed to save this for Alicia who I knew would want another go before dawn. My problem was where do you hide a hard-on like this in pyjama pants that have no buttons, just an opening in front.

"Come on, let me take you back to bed," I suggested, pulling her into a sitting position.

"Are you up now, James?" She wasn't going to give up.

"No, still struggling honey, must be the drink."

She peeped down, saw it sticking out of my pj's, "Then what's that, looks healthy enough to me."

I looked down, "Shit, it has come up, what do you know about that? Didn't feel like it to me. Come on, I'll take you back to bed, we can do it up there," I was trying to stall her until I could get her back to sleep. I was also now embarrassed to be fucking my wife within earshot of my latest lover.

"No James, I told you we're not doing it in bed, Alicia will be next door and we'll wake her up when you make me cum again. You'll have to do me here, just like the old days." With that, her upper body dropped back down to the table and she spread her legs, lifting her heels onto the table edge.

I had no other option, I placed my hard cock, still coated in Alicia's juices and pushed it into my wife's vagina. Standing at the end of the table, I looked down on the prone body of my wife, her eyes dreamily half closed, either from drink or tiredness. I stroked it into her, placing my finger on her clitoris and stroking there too. I needed to get her off quickly and retain some stiffness for my encore performance with Alicia.

Mercifully, by using my cock and my fingers in tandem, I got Jane to orgasm in about 90 seconds. As she was experiencing the waves of pleasure, I jerked my cock about inside her strenuously and made loud sounds as if I was coming too … my very first fake orgasm.

My wife looked up at me dreamily, "Oh that was good … did I feel you coming too?"

I nodded in agreement.

"That was quick for you," she added, giving me an encouraging ring of endorsement.

"You did it to me, Jane … you turned me on."

"Oh, I feel good now, are you going to take me back to bed?"

"Yeah, sure will," I said, pulling out, hoping that my wife would be too zonked out from the wine to realise that she had none of my cum inside her.

We walked arm in arm back upstairs and I took her straight to our bed and tucked her in. "Aren't you coming back to bed?" she asked, holding one arm out toward me.

"Yeah, I'll just be a minute, I think I left the chicken out when I was snacking in the kitchen. I just want to make sure I put it away."

"Don't be long," she called to me.

I hurried back downstairs and through the kitchen to the sunroom. Alicia lay there, still naked, bathed in the moonlight that streamed in the back window. I dropped down onto the bed alongside her. Her eyes were open and she was staring at me, she looked really pissed. "What's the matter?" I asked her.

"You sure put on quite a show with Jane in the kitchen."

"So what was I going to do? She almost caught us. When she headed out here, she was about a foot away from seeing you like this, totally nude with my cum still running out of you. I would have hoped that you may have hidden or at least pulled the covers up."

Alicia gave a contented smirk, "Exciting, wasn't it?"

"It was too close for comfort, that's what it was. God, I live on the edge when I fuck you."

She laughed an evil chuckle, "So you went down on her and she came, you didn't have to cum inside her as well." She was back to looking pissed, her lips pouting.

"I never came inside Jane," I told her, realising that she had been as fooled as Jane by my fake finish.

"What do you mean, I heard both of you coming."

I pulled my pyjama pants down, revealing my rampant erection, "Does this look like I came?"

"Hmm! I like the look of that … it doesn't look like you have? But I heard you coming."

"Women haven't cornered the market on fake orgasms, some men can do it too."

"Very clever," she was brightening up now that she realised that I was primed and ready for more action. "You sure had me fooled … I was pissed off that she had got what I wanted."

"Well, don't be upset, it's yours for the taking."

"I think I will," she told me, rolling me onto my back and quickly throwing her leg over to straddle my body.

We kissed passionately again and I enjoyed the opportunity to lay back and rest and let Alicia do all the work after a hectic night. After we had kissed for a while, she moved her head high up on the bed beyond mine so that she could lower her chest and feed each nipple into my waiting mouth. Alicia was insatiable where sex was concerned. Eventually, she lowered her vagina onto my hard cock that was standing vertically up from my body.

It made a nice change to let Alicia control the depth of entry, the pace of my thrusts up into her and then the timing of her orgasms. She enjoyed two more over a prolonged fuck of ten minutes before I released a torrent of cum into her vagina. She collapsed on me and it was only then that I recalled that I had not gone back upstairs to check that Jane had gone back to sleep. I told her that I would be back after putting the chicken away … food that I had never even taken out of the fridge. How deceitful had I become, all in the pursuit of an exciting sexual encounter – or two?




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 05



I would survive this night, Jane slept through until 9am and I persuaded Alicia to go and sleep in the bed Jane had prepared for her in the second bedroom.

But I was not prepared for the next development in this tawdry saga of my fall from fine upstanding local doctor to sexual degenerate chasing every piece of tail I could get my hands – or another appendage – on.

To be continued soon...



The Doctor Diaries Ch. 06



Dr James Martin is your everyday friendly general practitioner … the family doctor who has devoted a 25 year career to getting people better when they are sick. For more than 23 of those years, the good doctor has been beyond reproach. But as you will know if you have read Parts 1 to 5, just lately, the doctor's fingers and cock have done some wandering. 

Nothing too serious…

  Helping a lactating mum to be able to feed her bub again, Rubbing in cream to soothe a vaginal wall tear right on the g spot, Completing the deflowering of a 19 year old virgin, Getting his first lesson in anal sex from the virgin's mother, Continuing the anal sex adventure with yet another willing patient, Providing sperm the natural way to a woman wanting to fall pregnant.  

Be warned, the doctor is likely to continue to be inappropriate with his female patients. If this is likely to offend you, do not read on.

Chapter 21

Somehow, I had so far survived a succession of sexual adventures with the most beautiful of my female patients. The most recent was Alicia, the wife of my good buddy and fellow doctor, specialist gynaecologist, Dr Andrew Griffin (see Part 5). Alicia and I actually did it in an upstairs bathroom at her house in the middle of a dinner party that she and her husband had thrown.

Then, a week later, she stayed over at my house when Andrew was called in to the hospital to oversee two births in one night and I had her while my wife both woke and slept in our upstairs bedroom. That summed up the downside of sex with Alicia … the riskier the better for her. As for me, I better find a cardiac specialist to be my friend if this continues.

Any one of the seven women … Julie, Angela, Stephanie, Victoria, Diana, Natalie and Alicia … could have finished my long and distinguished medical career by telling the authorities. After all, I had fucked, sucked, fingered, even anally fucked some -- and drank from the bloated breast of one lactating mum. There had to be a doctor misdemeanour among that lot.

Unfortunately, just last month, the Medical Tribunal summonsed me, saying that they were acting on a complaint from one or more of my female patients. The accusation was very vague … no names and no specific details. They wanted me to answer the charge without my knowing what it was. 

I immediately consulted a lawyer and she described it as a fishing expedition. In other words, my beautiful new attorney Beverley Bradley told me, "They have very little on you. By claiming that they have a complaint, they are hoping that you will panic and confess to everything that you've ever done to or with a female patient. They're assuming that if one complaint has been made, then a 50-year-old doctor must be a serial offender."

I had been forced to engage this high-priced attorney after the accusation was made. My standard everyday lawyer (in Australia and Britain, we call them solicitors) didn't have the talent for anything more than checking that I had signed contracts in all the right places.

But Beverley was something special (in Australia and Britain, we call these barristers) … she had all the colourful style, plus the courtroom skills to destroy both James Spader and William Shatner in one withering session.

"So what do I do, they want me to respond quickly," I asked.

"Tell them to fuck off, James," she said from behind the big mahogany desk with a pronounced blink of her deep blue eyes, and I felt a slight surge of my cock in my trousers. Don't you just love hearing a beautiful, classy, intelligent, impeccably dressed woman with style and grace, use that so descriptive word fuck? "Doctor, they've got nothing. First of all, get your pa to type up a petition with the heading, The Medical Tribunal is investigating the manner in which I (Dr Martin) deal with my female patients. There is some veiled suggestion that I may not have been completely ethical with some. Would you please sign below if you consider that Dr James Martin has only ever treated you honourably, ethically and with total respect to your body's privacy."

"So what do I do with that?"

"How many patients are on your books, James?"

"Oh I don't know, perhaps 650, maybe 700."

"And how many of them are women?"

"At least five hundred," I told her confidently.

Her eyes raised, "You must have something … to keep that many female patients satisfied."

"I don't know if they're all satisfied," I told her with a wry grin.

"How could they not be, doctor?" and she gave an infectious little giggle that drew my interest in her even beyond the beautiful face. I took a moment to scan the flaming red shoulder-length hair, the great near perfect breasts, the fabulous arse and the long legs, all of which I had quickly assessed as I walked in the door of our first meeting.

"As I said, what do you want me to do with the petition?"

"Well, after you've got most of your 500 female patients to sign it, we will include that along with a statement of denial that you will write personally. Then it's over to them, flush out whatever they've got." She took the reading glasses off and looked across the table at me. "Tell me doctor. What will they have? You better be honest with me … how many of your patients have you been inappropriate with?"

"Over what period of time, Ms. Bradley?"

"Oh dear, are you that guilty, doctor? Do we have to categorise your indiscretions by time frame?"

"No, not at all. Actually, if I can be frank with you … should I say this is off the record?"

"No need to, client privilege prevents me ever revealing any guilt that you may express to me."

"I have only become a little … err, what was your word?"

"Inappropriate, doctor!"

"Yes, that was it … it's a good word, very appropriate," I said, trying to make a joke of my confession. She looked back at me quite sternly, like she wasn't going to like what I was about to tell her. "I have only done some things in the past eighteen months. It's like I reached a mid-life crisis and suddenly felt like I wanted to reach out with my hands and cock and start being inappropriate with my most attractive patients."

Standards change … years ago, I would not have talked about my cock to a beautiful woman that I had only just met, even if she was my new attorney. That shows how our culture has changed so much that a conservative old doctor like me can change my own standards.

"Do you want to tell me what sort of behaviour here?" she asked, "Is it full blown sex or just an inappropriate touch or two?"

"That all depends on each individual patient and how determined they were on prolonging the adventure after it began. There have been one or two women where we went on to fuck like rabbits. As for the others, what was it that Bill Clinton said? I did not have sexual relations with that woman … I think that was it. Sexual relations to him didn't include going down on her or getting a blow job."

"Doctor, you better hope that the authorities are only fishing, because if they really do have something, it could be very hard to defend. I say that because from what I'm hearing, there have been many more than one … and from my experience, one whistle-blower will prompt the others to come out."

Chapter 22

That was three weeks ago. The petition went well, I even had patients coming in just to sign. Some hadn't needed a consultation in more than six months, but friends had called them and told them I needed their help. When my lawyer submitted the petition along with my declaration of denial, it bore 486 signatures. I thought that was very impressive. She did too!

But it wasn't to be the end of it, as I had hoped. One average Thursday afternoon, immediately after the 4pm appointment had left, my pa brought in the folder for the 4.10 appointment.

"This is a new patient, doctor and she did ask for a double booking, so you've got her until 4.30. It's a Beverley Bradley … shall I show her in?"

The name bounced around in my head, 'That's the same name as my new lawyer,' I thought as I opened up the new folder to find the rest of the page beneath her personal details blank. "Please Janet, show her in."

I stood up to greet my new patient as she came through the door, confirming immediately that it was in fact my very beautiful new attorney. "Ms. Bradley, to what do I owe this pleasure … and why have you booked in as a patient?"

Beverley Bradley was as impeccably dressed as last time, a true fashion conscious woman of style. Not the dark two piece suit that she wore at our first meeting, but instead a figure-hugging dress, cut low in front to reveal pushed-up breasts and a deep cleavage. The bottom of the dress was only just conservative enough, stopping at about three inches above the knees. It was navy blue with white pin stripes. Heads would turn when she walked down the street.

As with many doctors, my desk faced the wall and my patient chair was at one end of it, so that when a patient sat down, their legs were as much on display as the rest of their body. She folded one leg over the other, letting the top one swing. Obviously, her skirt rode up somewhat, revealing more than three inches above the knees.

At last, she answered me, "Doctor, your problem with the Medical Tribunal just got a whole lot worse. They have forwarded a deposition by a young woman named Angela Newman and they have set a date for a preliminary hearing. Doctor, are you familiar with this lady?"

"You mean was I familiar with her, don't you?"

"Don't be flippant, doctor. This has now become very serious. There is a genuine complaint and if you cannot convince the Tribunal hearing of your innocence, they will no doubt take away your license to practice medicine. I am sure you don't want that, you are too young to retire just yet."

"So why are you here now, talking about this in the middle of my afternoon session? I have patients to see."

"Not until 4.30, doctor. That's why I asked them to book me in for a double session."

"But why book in at all, why not just call me up and suggest that we meet to discuss this."

"Doctor, some of my colleagues think that I'm a little unorthodox at times. But I win a lot of cases because I'm good at what I do. I have with me her statement of facts. In other words, Angela Newman's version of events on that day she came to your surgery and now alleges that you acted indecently to her. To prepare me for defending you, I decided that I would be Angela for the next twenty minutes. I will state what's wrong with me, you will react in exactly the same way as you did when Angela was in here with you, and we'll see if the two versions have any common ground."

"Are you kidding me? Am I right, do you expect me to examine you in exactly the same way that I examined Angela that day?"

She smiled at me and nodded her head in agreement. "And we better get started … we don't want to delay any of your other patients."

"Isn't this a bit unorthodox?"

"I just said that. My peers often accuse me of being that way, but I find my methods get the desired results. Now, I want to put myself in Angela's shoes. She came to you with an internal vaginal problem and she says that you sexually assaulted her. I want you to do to me exactly what you did to her on that day."

"I don't know if I can do this, Ms. Bradley."

"If you want me to defend you, doctor, you will do whatever I ask of you."

I sighed a deep sigh, "Okay, it's your game."

My attorney looked satisfied that I had at last accepted her odd method for re-enacting Angela's fateful visit to me. "So, she says here that she came in to see you and stated that she was having pain when she and her boyfriend had sex."

"Yes, but as I recall, she had been quite shy about it, didn't know how to say it at first. I needed to put her at ease with a bit of innocuous chatter before she eventually admitted that. I do remember asking her how long this had been happening and she answered from start to finish of sex when I had really meant how many days or weeks."

My attorney gave an understanding chuckle and I began to feel a little more at ease with this inquisition.

I had by now punched up Angela's name on my computer and my notes from that session came on the screen. "Yes, she said that she had been experiencing pain for about two weeks. I asked how often she had sex with her partner and she said about every second day, so we agreed that it had probably been painful about seven or eight times."

"How do you recall this so vividly when it was more than a year ago. Surely your notes in your data base don't record all of the 'he said', 'she said's'?"

"No they don't, Ms. Bradley. But somehow, I have vivid recall of each of the inappropriate incidents that I have indulged in with female patients of mine."

"So how many patients are we talking about, doctor?"

I thought for a moment. "Perhaps six … or maybe seven," I said sheepishly. "Let's settle on seven as the magic number."

She didn't appear shocked, "Do you have a favourite of all of those, doctor."

I did pause, leaning back in my chair and closing my eyes to momentarily reflect on all of them quickly. "It's hard…" I started.

"It appears that it is," she responded and I opened my eyes again to see that her eyes were now focussed on my lap. I looked down myself and saw that just discussing my sexual indiscretions with my attorney had stiffened my cock to the extent that it tented my trousers out quite obviously. I was embarrassed that she had caught my reaction and I think I blushed red.

"Would you have had that stiff reaction with this particular patient, and would she have noticed it?"

"Don't jump ahead of my story, Ms. Bradley, you wanted to do this in sequence, didn't you?"

"Yes I did, you're quite right. I want to follow this right through doctor, experiencing everything that transpired between your patient Angela and yourself."

I wondered about that. Surely she didn't want me to repeat how I applied the cream internally to the patient's g spot. My attorney was a very beautiful woman, but she was my lawyer. We had only met once before and this was a business arrangement for her to defend my ability to practice … not some sexual playground.

I turned my head back to the screen to resume studying my patient notes. But when I looked back to her to resume my story, I saw that my attorney was again directing her gaze down to the large lump in my trousers. It was quite disconcerting.

"Angela told me that the pain she felt when she had sex with her boyfriend was akin to suffering period cramps. I suggested that's what it might be, but she assured me that she knew the difference. She said that this new pain was like the boyfriend's cock was scraping the walls of her passage."

"Did she use the word cock, doctor? And what word did she use to describe her … umm … her vagina, doctor? Did she say cunt?"

"I don't recall she did, Ms. Bradley, but the expressive way you just said it sounds like you like to use it."

She gave me an intriguing smirk, "Not in the courtroom, unless it's necessary, but certainly in the bedroom, doctor. We shouldn't hold back on our usage of the English language."

I ignored where that conversation might lead, thinking how I had found a very quirky lawyer. "I don't think she even called it a vagina. She did seem quite embarrassed to be talking to a man -- even her doctor -- about such an intimate problem."

"Did that not telegraph warning bells to you that this woman might not be comfortable with you taking advantage of her sexually."

"Aren't you pre-judging me by assuming that I did, Ms. Bradley."

"I have read her deposition, doctor. That's why I am here now in what might seem an unorthodox way to get your side of the story. But you see, I want to experience everything that the patient Angela experienced so that I can determine whether I believe that you had overstepped the mark."

"And what if you agree with her and find that I did, what then? Will you drop my case?"

"Oh no, doctor, I would never do that. You are my client, no matter what you've done. I am not here to judge you, I am simply being paid by you to save your career. I believe that I can do that, no matter how bad the evidence, so just tell me this story as truthfully as you can."

"I am essentially an honourable man, Ms. Bradley. It's just that I have wavered recently and become a pretty horny one too."

"Yes, well be that as it may, we should continue. You were saying she told you that sex with her boyfriend felt like his cock was scraping the insides of her cunt." With her once again using that word so expressively, she looked up from her notes, parted those luscious lips and smiled at me. My damn cock surged within my trousers in recognition of the enormous sex appeal that oozed from my lawyer.

"At that point, I told the patient that I would need to examine her, so I told her to go behind the screen, remove her skirt and her slip - if she was wearing one - and hop up onto the table. She did as I said without hesitation and I then noticed that she was wearing a dress, not a skirt and blouse. That meant that she would need to strip to underwear from neck to knee, even though I was only examining her vagina. So I said that there was a sheet on the table that she may want to place over her body when she was on the table."

To my surprise, my attorney immediately rose from the chair and walked around behind the screen, leaving her bag on my desk, taking only her notes with her, which I guess included the deposition from my accuser.

"You really do want to go through with this examination yourself? Act it out like?"

"Exactly doctor, didn't I make myself clear about that? That's why I booked an appointment to come in here, just as Angela did."

"You did, but I never realised until just now that you really meant for me to fully examine you the way I did that young woman."

"Do you have a problem with doing it this way, doctor?"

"No, no, not at all!" I said strenuously, rising from my chair and using my hand to rearrange the shape and positioning of my hard erection inside my trousers. But no matter where I placed it, the shape still showed and she would still be able to see how aroused I was.

I had heard the rustling of her clothes and saw first her dress, then a black slip and black panties hung over the screen that separated us. Then her voice told me, "I'm ready now, doctor."

I stepped around the screen to see my lawyer, who had come to my surgery so impeccably dressed, now laying semi-naked, maybe fully naked, under a sheet on my examination table. This was too much … how far would this go? Did she really want me to replicate how I had fingered the patient Angela, bringing the young woman to what appeared to be a very satisfying climax? Would I have to bring the same forceful orgasm out in this woman -- my lawyer?

"Oh, I almost forgot, I put on the gloves at this point," I said as I reached across to a nearby table and pulled out the latex disposable gloves.

"Did you really put the gloves on, doctor. This must be a factual account of what happened."

"It is, I can assure you, Ms. Bradley."

"Good, that's okay. It's just that she says that at some time in the examination you put your fingers inside her without gloves on. She says that's why what you did to her felt so good that she had an orgasm against her wishes."

"She is right that I fingered her without the gloves on. But that was later on in the examination and I did it only because she asked me to take them off, said that it would feel better for her without them."




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 06



"Okay, that's very important. Oh dear, I should be writing this down but that's quite difficult while I am lying here on my back. Doctor, can you go to my bag, I left it on your desk … and get me my video camera."

I went back around the screen and went to her bag on my desk. I opened it up and rummaged around, finding it so like my wife's bag with heaps of stuff in there. Did women ever get to use all this stuff or was it for emergencies? I saw the video camera off to one side and reached for it, noticing that in the bag also was the obligatory pack of tampons that women carried, plus a pack of condoms. I guess it didn't hurt to be prepared, even for a woman. Also in there was a tube of KY Jelly, two different sized dildos and an oval shaped object that could also be sexual. I picked up the oval object to examine it more closely and realised it was one of those vibrating eggs that women place inside their vagina for personal satisfaction wherever they go. Pleasure on the run, I guess.

"Can't you find it?" my lawyer called from behind the screen because I had taken so long to examine the contents of her bag. She probably knew what I was doing.

I pulled the camera out, calling out to her, "I found it" and returning around the screen, handing it to her.

"Oh shit, I just realised that you probably found a whole lot more in there too, didn't you doc? Oh my, am I blushing? Doctor, a professional woman needs to be prepared for whatever life throws at her."

She took the camera and pushed record, then handed it back to me. "How about you put it over on that table, facing the lower end of this table I'm on. I guess that's where all the action's going to be."

I did as she asked, understanding that she wanted to record our voices, but finding it difficult to understand why she needed to have vision of my examining the lower part of her body.

"Will you repeat that important part that you said … you know, about her asking you to remove the gloves. Use the words she used if you can recall them."

I repeated what I had just previously told her for the benefit of the camera recording my voice. My lawyer had placed the sheet over her body from neck to toes. "Doctor, I want you to adjust the sheet to where the patient Angela had it when you first examined her, if you can recall."

I grasped the bottom of the sheet and pulled it up over her legs until the edge was at mid thigh level. She had good legs and they didn't suffer from her lying down. They still looked so good and well formed. I reached down to the sides of the table and lifted the adjustable leg stirrups into position. I was getting into the role-playing now, addressing my lawyer by my accuser's name, "Angela, I'm going to need you to place your legs in these, so as to open your body up a bit for my examination."

"That's good doctor, very good. Do it like that, call me by her name so I really get the feel for what was happening on this table." My lawyer let me lift her legs up and place them into the raised stirrups, her calves parallel with the table she lay on, which meant her thighs rose vertically up from the table. This had the effect of the sheet falling back down to her hips, exposing her mons. For the first time as I settled her legs wide apart in the stirrups, I was looking straight at my lawyer's naked pubis, her brazilian immaculately trimmed like she had just been to a hairdresser. Her outer labia lips just slightly gaping, revealing a glimpse of very moist pink inside. She must already have some arousal happening.

I continued relating my evidence, but not without some difficulty as I ogled the sight of my lawyer's good parts. "She made a comment to me about feeling vulnerable when I lifted her legs into the stirrups. I assumed that she must have been examined this way before, but she said that she hadn't … apparently her sister had told her what to expect."

"My God, this does leave a woman vulnerable, doesn't it. Doctor, you are seeing me as only a handful of men have ever seen me." She giggled which drew my eyes away from staring wantonly at her pubic mound, up to her face where she gave me an impish grin, adding "And one or two women too!"

"Really!" I said, lasciviously picturing she and some equally attractive young woman both licking at each other's pubes. My hard cock surged even stiffer in my trousers. "I see that you did remove your panties," my throat was dry and my voice seemed strangled as the words came out. "My patient Angela had forgotten to, so at this stage I had to tell her that they had to come off. I recall her saying 'be my guest' and then she laughed about it, telling me that she never expected to tell a man other than her boyfriend to be her guest as he removed her panties."

"Now for the good bit … you really do want me to conduct this examination exactly as I did with Angela, Ms. Bradley?" I checked, about to get the cold metal vaginal specula from the cupboard.

"Doctor, since I am lying here with my legs wide apart and my cunt exposed…" she did it again, placing emphasis on that word that triggered another twitch in my trousers. "…it would be much better for you to call me Beverley, rather than Ms. Bradley. Don't you think?"

I laughed with her, "Sure, you're quite right, Beverley."

"That's better! Now what is the good bit?"

From the adjacent cupboard, I produced the silver metallic object that I was about to insert in my lawyer's vagina. "I need to open you up a bit … so I can see what's happening inside you."

"Oh shit, is this going to hurt? I don't have a great tolerance for pain, you know."

"Are you still play acting for Angela … or is this the real Beverley Bradley, attorney-at-law, telling me she doesn't want pain?"

"Damn, it's me, doctor. But just do it, I have to go through whatever Angela went through."

I fitted my headband with a torch and a microscopic lens to enlarge everything that I was about to look at. "Sorry, this is going to feel a bit cold going into your warm body." I adjusted the end of the table so that it slid up under the part that she was laying on. Now her arse was at the end of the abbreviated table and I could move between her stirruped legs and approach her spread pubes up close and personal.

I picked up a tube of lubricant and began to spread it over her outer, then inner labia … my current patient whimpered softly, just as Angela had done. My touch in such an intimate region of her body must have felt good. I took some more lube and ran it around the spread opening to her vagina, then gently pushed two gloved fingers inside her and slickened the way.

"My God, no wonder women have fantasies about their doctor. Shit, that feels so nice!"

"I thought you were here in a professional way, to find out how Angela's consultation went."

"Is the way you are touching me absolutely necessary to lubricate me, doctor … or are you taking the benefit of a cheap feel. Although, mind you, I am not complaining either way. I am just checking the facts."

"Totally necessary to smooth the way for the specula to be inserted," I told her.

"Good, I am glad about that. I didn't want to be enjoying this much pleasure for nothing, you know." She giggled again.

I withdrew my fingers and reached for the vaginal specula and pushed it as gently as I could into her vagina, using the adjustable thingo to spread her wide for me so I could see into her passage. Now she was moaning quite loudly, possibly due to the cold of the instrument, but also because it had opened her up quite wide with only minimal assistance from her natural juices.

"I'm sorry if you feel some discomfort, I will be as quick as I can," I told her, going through the role-play completely by staring into my lawyer's interior, but then ignoring it to become personal. "Beverley, you have a perfect lining inside your vag -- err, your cunt," I said as I went through with the examination, "I would imagine that neither you nor your partner would feel any discomfort at all. In fact, that vaginal wall looks to me like it should deliver nothing but intense pleasure."

"It does," she said from above me, "but you are going to have to take my word for it," seemingly attempting to quash any carnal thoughts I might have had of fornicating with my lawyer. "Doctor, we seem to be getting off the track, what did you tell Angela at this point?"

"Oh yes, you're right. I'm sorry Beverley, I did get carried away by the healthy appearance of your cunt." I had become quite emboldened. "Yes, well! I told Angela that I was able to detect a sort of lesion -- like a tear on the soft tissue - on the upper side of her vaginal passage. I asked her if she and her boyfriend had been having any rough sex?"

"Umm, so what did she say to that?" I looked up to see that Beverley had overcome the arousal of my fingers lubricating her vagina and she was holding up the papers again, obviously reading the way Angela had described it.

"She wanted to know what I meant by rough and I explained rough as having him do it to her very hard, almost raping her … or perhaps using some hard object other than a penis. She seemed reluctant to confess, but then she said that sometimes she did feel like having him do her really fast … and hard. I think she said like thrusting it in deep without any concern for her comfort." 

"I think I like Angela, she sounds like a young woman with similar likes to me. I don't mind a hard driving fuck from time to time." 

I couldn't believe that my lawyer was revealing this sort of stuff about herself to me. It was only our second meeting. Or was she saying these things on purpose -- perhaps to tease me. She already knew what sort of erection my trousers were trying to hold in.

I steered the subject back to Angela's accusations, "I asked her if she had ever used objects. She said that she did try an old dildo some weeks before and I asked if she had tried it on her own, or with the boyfriend present."

"Was that really necessary for your examination of her?"

"Perhaps not … and she asked me too why I needed to know."

"What did you tell her?"

"I admitted I was just curious, wondering why she would find it necessary to use a dildo when the real thing was on hand."

"You really do still have a lot to learn about women, don't you doc? Did you see the toys in my bag when you were getting the camera?"

"Yes I did!"

"Sometimes a woman doesn't need to go through all that complicated stuff, you know, the will we or won't we, making sure that both feel like it, the strain of the man trying to please the woman before he can cum. Then the guy squirting all of his stuff into her. No doctor, sometimes it's really nice for a woman to do it all for herself, on her own, at her own pace, even having two orgasms if that's what she really feels like."

"Angela told me that she was looking for a bit more thickness, she felt that she was going through a phase where her boyfriend didn't quite fill her sometimes."

"There you go, that's often the point for women. At least with a dildo, you can buy the size you want."

"So I asked Angela if this particular dildo that she used was bigger than her boyfriend's cock. Her word for it was enormous. I confirmed that it was probably the dildo and her use of it that had caused the lesion on the lining of her vaginal wall, a tear in the soft tissue that made it painful for her whenever any object passed it again. The lesion wasn't that far in on the roof of her vagina, so every thrust upward would rub a cock against it."

My lawyer on her back on my examination table with the vaginal specula contraption still holding the opening of her vagina wide open, looked up at the notes in her hand once more. "So you suggested a healing cream to heal the lesion and you told her you would apply it for her this first time. Any reason why you did that instead of just writing her a script for the medication?"

"Whenever I recommend a cure for a patient of mine, I try to administer the first treatment myself so they know exactly what to do when they start treating themselves."

"Ummm, this point may be your undoing. This will be hard for me to justify to the panel. Now she says you recommended that she stop having sex with her boyfriend for a week."

"Of course, it was the sex that was causing her the discomfort when his cock rubbed against the lesion. She had to give it time to heal. The wall of the vagina is very sensitive."

"You better believe it, that's not bad for a man."

"I've touched an awful lot of vaginas in my time, Beverley."

She pulled a face indicating extreme discomfort, "Doctor, do you think that you could take that contraption out of my cunt now, I think I've got the message on that part."

"Oh, yes sorry, I did leave it open a bit long." I released the spreader part and it folded up inside her passage and I eased it from within her body.

"Oh my God, that's a relief." She checked her paperwork again, "Angela says now that you recommended she get her boyfriend to go down on her and that she give him a blow job to keep him satisfied until they could have sex again. Doctor, do you always give sex advice to your female patients?"

"It seemed quite normal at the time, I was recommending ways that she could avoid having her boyfriend's cock inside her. As it turned out, she told me that he wasn't in to oral sex at all. I think I made an observation that going down on a woman was one of my greatest enjoyment's. I told her that I couldn't imagine any man not going for that."

"She says that you told her how good she smelt while your face was almost up against her pubic mound. Wasn't that a bit personal for a doctor to tell a patient?"

"She has taken that out of context, that was my answer to her telling me that her boyfriend didn't like the smell of her pubic area."

"Now, any reason why you applied the cream to her after you had removed that spreader thing?"

"Yes, I told her that I didn't need her to be spread open uncomfortably to apply the cream."

"Okay, now she says that she felt awkward at this point because you took your glove off and put the cream inside her using your bare finger. She says that she thinks that's why she became aroused from what you were doing and subsequently had an orgasm. She says here that she couldn't understand why you would remove the glove unless your intention was to turn her on sexually."

"The little minx, she herself asked me to take the glove off." My voice had raised an octave or two in anger at her implication. "I think from memory her words were something like 'Could you apply it without the plastic gloves, they sort of feel funny on my insides.' So, thinking only of a patient's comfort, I did what she asked and used my bare fingers."

"Is that really appropriate, doc?"

"Possibly not, but I was just obliging a patient's request."

"Aren't the gloves to help prevent infection."

"Yes they are, but I washed meticulously before and after examining her."

"And you are sure that she asked you to remove the latex glove?"

"Absolutely, I wouldn't have done that without her requesting it."

"Even if it meant a chance for you to finger a young lady to an orgasm? You did tell me doctor, how horny you had become with women at this stage of your career."

"Actually Beverley, I had never thought of the gloves feeling any different from a bare finger, they make them so soft and smooth these days."

"Believe me doctor, the bare finger is nicer."

"Oh really, so you have experience of that?"

"Let me just say that nothing beats human flesh touching the inside of my cunt."

Yes I did, my cock surged again in my trousers. And why not, this beautiful woman who had my career in her hands, was lying there, legs apart, spread open. I knew that the next step in this role-playing was my applying cream to the area around her g spot, just like I had done with Angela. I had no doubt that this would evoke the same powerful reaction in my lawyer.

I tore off the latex glove, just as I had done that day with Angela. I actually took the same sample of cream and applied some to my finger. Even though my lawyer didn't have a lesion in her vagina, the cream wouldn't do her any harm. She did want to have this reconstruction of the events to be as factual as possible. I reapproached the bottom of the examination table, my finger raised with a dollop of cream on the tip. She had put the papers down and watched me.

"So you're actually going to apply some cream inside me too?"

"Didn't you want this to be a true re-enactment?"

"Of course," she said and she closed her eyes as if preparing for something special.

The fingers on my left hand held her labia lips wide open and I intently watched my finger slip into the luscious wet open lips of her vagina, trying not to leave all the cream at the opening. I heard my lawyer sigh, then a moan as my finger pushed up inside and began applying the cream to about where I expected her g spot to be.

Bingo, I obviously hit the mark. Her arse squirmed around on the table and she let out a guttural "Unngghh!" I got into it more, moving my finger around inside her vagina while watching her reaction, unashamedly trying to concentrate on lightly stroking her g spot. She was in heat straight away, her lower body now constantly wriggling around while hot erotic sounds emanated from her parted lips.

"Doctor, my mouth's gone dry, can you get up here and kiss me without removing your finger?" The words were spoken breathlessly and were accentuated with whimpering moans. The lawyer was definitely aroused. "Oh, you're good, you're very good!"

I had slid up off my stool, but I couldn't get to her face to kiss her without removing my finger from her vagina because her upraised leg in the stirrup was blocking me. To oblige her, I let my finger slip from her vagina momentarily.

"Don't stop!" she almost screamed it out, her pelvis rolling around on the table. "I said without removing your finger."

I slipped around the upraised leg and plunged my face down toward hers, planting a big wet kiss on her dried lips. My hand shot down between her spread thighs and my finger plunged back inside her. Her appreciative moan was stifled by our mashing lips, mouths open, tongues entwined in a sexual dance.

I lifted my thumb into play, touching it down on her emerging clitoris. Her mouth broke away from mine, her head thrashed from side to side. She screamed out, "Oh, you're not playing fair!" They would be her last words before her lower body convulsed under the ministrations of my finger and thumb. Her arse lifted clear up off the table as my lawyer experienced a powerful orgasm. I enjoyed watching her reaction as much as I enjoyed giving it to her.

When her body at last calmed down and her breathing eased near to normal, she opened her eyes and looked up at my face that still hovered above hers. My finger was still hooked up inside her vagina, but my thumb had eased away from her super sensitive clitoris. "You didn't follow the script," she said.

"You're right," I told her, "But you asked me to kiss you and that took me away from giving you oral. Does that mean we're going to have to do it again?"

"Oh God no, that was something else. I couldn't have two of those and walk out of here. You'd need a stretcher for me. The trouble is doctor, this now won't reflect your version of the evidence that I am trying to collect. I am not sure what to do."

"Beverley, I suspect that I have about an hour's worth of patients left to see, do you want to go away and have a cup of coffee and come back?"

"I do have a dinner appointment, but I guess I could … all in the name of research of course. Err doctor, as nice as it feels in there, do you think that you might take your finger out now?"




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 06



I laughed as I let my finger slide out of her vagina and she joined me in seeing the humour of it all. I went to the bottom of the table and released her legs from the stirrups, rubbing them to restore the blood flow. I left her to get down off the examination table and get her clothes back into position. I scrubbed my hands and returned to my desk. She took a while dressing and I began to worry about the back-up of patients that was waiting outside to see me.

At last she reappeared, she was again impeccably dressed. I was sure that when she went out to my waiting room, nobody would know that she had just had a mind-blowing orgasm, thrashing her head from side to side, her hair dishevelled. "So what time will I come back, about 5.30?"

"Just a minute," I told her and buzzed my pa, "What time is my last appointment?"

"It was to be 5.30, but she just cancelled, so it's now 5.10."

"Great, thanks!" I told my pa and turned to my new lawyer, "There you go, I should be done by about a quarter after. I'll make the last one quick, no matter what's wrong with her."

"Keep your fingers above the desk and your cock in your pants, doctor. Thanks, that was great, you're very good at what you do. I can see why your women patients like you."

"I don't do that to all of them, only the special ones."

"I will look forward to catching up at 5.15, doctor."

"Yes Beverley, this time I promise I will stick to the script."

"That sounds very promising, especially if it matches up with Angela's script."

She left and I returned to the mundane tasks of dealing with patient after patient until the clock rolled around to 5.20 and I realised that I had just seen the last patient for the day. 

Chapter 23

I opened the door to check the waiting room and there she was, on time. My lawyer, Beverley Bradley … she was an absolute vision and we were about to embark on a revision of the patient consultation re-enactment.

She came back into my surgery and I closed the door behind her. Where we had nervously shaken hands on her first visit a mere hour ago, now she stepped up close to me, put her hand in mine down by our sides and leaned forward to kiss me with a touch of tongue.

"Umm!" I murmured as we broke for air. "I should have got myself a lawyer long before this."

"I don't do that with all of my clients," she confessed, a glint in her eye, "Only those who use their fingers inside me like you did. That's worth an acquittal on its own."

"I wasn't expecting that we would be kissing like this at our second meeting. Then again, I didn't expect that our meetings would be conducted this way."

"I warned you I was unorthodox."

"So how did you spend your time between visits? Did you find a coffee shop?"

"I did actually. It was quiet there, so I set up my lap-top and down-loaded my cam-corder. It was so erotic watching the vision of what we did before. If I hadn't been coming back here to continue, I might have been tempted to slip my hands under the table and see where they ventured."

"What … right there in the coffee shop?"

"I'm telling you, it was a turn-on watching your fingers twisting around inside me. I've never recorded anything like that before. It was like I had my own porno film."

She slipped her hand out of mine and moved around behind the screen, "I guess I need to take my clothes off again, will you excuse me?"

"Are we still in role-play mode?" I checked.

"Yes, because of you deviating from the script to kiss me last time, we have to pick up on that consultation you had with Angela from where you put your finger with the cream on it inside her cunt."

Not having reached a sexual conclusion myself, my cock had remained quite hard. With her last statement, it surged solidly again within my trousers.

This time, I didn't wait the required time for my lawyer to remove her clothes and I came around the screen as she was picking her discarded slip off from around her feet. She was still wearing her panties and a bra. "I'm not ready for you," she said.

"That's okay, hop up on the table and I'll take your panties off."

She did as I suggested, resting her butt against the edge of the examination table and easing her body onto it, lying back down. She lifted her arse while I grasped the waistband of her panties and peeled them off over her hips, sliding them down her legs, revealing that appealing trimmed pubic mound once more. I lifted her legs back up into the stirrups and slid the surplus section of table in under the part she rested on so that I could sit on the stool and my body could be up close to her whole pubic region.

"If you're going to pick up from where your finger slides up inside me, can you put a bit of lube inside me. I'm not dry, but I'm not flowing like I was before."

I did as she asked and lubed up her inner labia and inside her vagina. Then I eased one finger into her, not worrying about using the cream this time. She didn't need it, she had no lesion and I had used it last time only to authenticate my evidence. I began to tickle her g spot once more with my finger, then eased it back and pushed a second finger into her. She gasped at the thicker intrusion.

"I wasn't entirely accurate before … I forgot that I used two fingers on Angela. One to find the lesion and the other with a dollop of cream to apply when I'd found it."

She murmured a sigh that seemed to imply that she liked my fingers' moves. "Umm! Double the fingers and maybe twice the pleasure."

With my two fingers swirling around inside her vagina, my body had been at arm's length from hers. Now I wheeled the chair closer to her, my face moving between her upraised thighs, her legs locked into the stirrups above me. I breathed hot air on the soft smooth skin of her inner thighs and she let out an expressive gasp.

"Now I'm picking up from where we were earlier. I broke away from the recall of my time with Angela because you asked me to kiss you when your mouth went dry. The only kissing this time is what I next did to Angela before she came. With my two fingers still circling around inside her, just like I'm doing to you now, I leaned in closer and…"

My head closed the gap and I leaned forward and planted a warm wet kiss on one of her inner thighs, very close to her crotch. She knew from her notes that I was about to perform oral, yet Beverley nevertheless jumped at the touch of my moist lips on her skin so close to her most erogenous zones.

Somehow, despite the fact that she was again becoming highly aroused, my lawyer managed to gather her thoughts, "Angela says she told you at this point that this didn't seem to be part of a normal treatment for what she had."

I so very softly let my lips pass across her spread pubes and Beverley gasped aloud. Then I used the lips that were just barely touching her outer labia lips and spoke to my lawyer, "That's a lie. Having begun to accidentally rub her g spot with my two fingers, I asked if she was all right. She said yes she was and begged me not to stop. She said to me 'Your fingers feel nice there'. I told her that I was not supposed to be doing this … and she said 'I bet you're not, but you're doing it now and I don't want you to stop.'"

"Umm! Aahh! That's an important difference between your versions, I hope the video picked up what you just said because I can't exactly make notes right now." I glanced off to my right and saw that indeed she had set up the cam-corder once again, taping us as I was about to go down on her. "Did you put your mouth on her right where it is on me now? 

"Yes!" I mumbled, my lips softly brushing against her pubic lips.

"So what did she say?" She managed to get those words out, then swooned as she allowed the pleasurable feelings start to wash over her, "Aahhh!"

"I actually moved it to here," I told her as my lips closed over the emerging bud of her clitoris and her whole body jumped on the table.

"Unngghhhh! Oh no, not there, that could be fatal!"

I mumbled my next few words as my mouth drew the little clitoral bud between my lips, "She begged me to keep doing this to her, saying something expressive like 'Oh God yes!'"

"Ohhh! I can understand that!"

My two fingers continued to swirl within her cunt as I sucked on my lawyer's clit, drawing it in between my lips, my tongue swiping over the sensitive bud and she was breathing hard and panting and moaning. I could feel the throbbing from behind her clit and then her whole body was shaking as she came violently, her arse humping up off the examination table. Her loud cries were almost screams that would have been heard in the waiting room if there were any patients. I hoped my pa had gone home.

I held my mouth against her clit until her body began to calm down, although she still endured little spasms that nearly shook my lips off her. Slowly, I withdrew my two fingers, then I turned my lip lock on her clit into a final kiss and withdrew my mouth too.

"Did Angela come as hard as I did?" my lawyer's voice sounded dreamy.

"It looked to me like she did," I confirmed, easing my face from out of her crotch, rising from the stool and pulling the extension of the table back out, releasing her legs from the confinement of the stirrups.

"Lucky woman, what in hell is she complaining for?" said my lawyer, giggling infectiously.

I took it as a rhetorical question and let it go. 

"Oh shit, I dropped my notes on the floor sometime back there, you better tell me what happened next."

"The first thing I told her was that I shouldn't have done that, although I figured that she would have liked it because she had already told me how much she missed oral sex with her current boyfriend."

I walked around to the head of the table, just as I had with Angela that night, "I came up here and looked down at her laying there, a wonderful smile on her face. She told me not to worry, that she wouldn't tell a soul … then remarked that her boyfriend had never used his fingers inside her like that."

Mt lawyer looked up at me, some clarity coming back into her eyes like she was able to focus again, "So she never gave you the impression that she would blow the whistle on you?"

"No never … I told her it was an accident, how I was simply applying the cream and it got out of hand. I tried to explain that she could come to me again and not worry about that happening once more. Imagine my surprise when she told me quite forcefully that it better happen next time. She claimed that she wouldn't be able to put the cream in herself and she didn't trust her boyfriend to do it. She told me that she would come by the next day and get me to do her again. All of it, she said with a knowing look, implying that she was ordering up another orgasm to go with the cream."

"Another session the next day! But that never happened, right?"

"Oh yes it did," I told my lawyer.

"No, there's no mention in her deposition of a second meeting. I wonder why she doesn't include it. So doctor, what happened that next day?"

"The same again, just as she wanted it."

"What?"

"Oh yes, she was quite determined. That's why I am so stunned that she would complain. I did try to reason with her at the end of the first session … told her how her orgasm was just a bonus and that it wasn't meant to happen. But she was adamant that it would, then she got up from the table and got dressed. She was quite warm, came over and kissed me on the cheek and told me how good I made her feel. But then suggested that she would keep coming back every afternoon for the same treatment until I healed her lesion."

"This puts a whole new angle on your case … thankfully! I can cross-examine her as to why she never included the second occasion in her deposition. Why did she not reveal it, why was she attempting to hide her need to have you do it again. That turns her from being the victim to the aggressor and should pretty much absolve you of any blame."

I was thankful to hear my lawyer's encouraging words, but my hard cock still pulsed within my pants. I stole a glance along my lawyer's body, the nipples prominent within her bra and then the rest of her body naked, the sheet had long fallen to the floor along with her notes. She half lifted her upper body, resting on her elbows and looked me directly in the eyes.

"So the big question is whether I am up to you describing to me the events of the second night. Since Angela never mentioned a second night in her deposition, I don't know what I might be in for in re-enacting it. Is it going to be more of the same, or will I have to do something more intrusive with my body?"

"Do you really want to know ahead of time? Wouldn't you rather have me just tell it like it is and have it happen there and then, like a seduction? Wouldn't that be more exciting?"

"What are you talking about a seduction? This is a meeting between lawyer and client, doctor. Don't get carried away into thinking that it's any more than that." 

I thought how strange that last statement seemed as I gazed once more down at her near naked body, lying there on my examination table.

"I tell you what, doctor. I think that we better adjourn and I will come back here later in the week to recreate what happened at that second meeting. I do like to work from notes, doctor, so since Angela never mentioned a second session, I would like you to write down a summary and email it to me, so that I have something to work with when I come back."

My lawyer did not return the next day, nor the day after. I had dutifully gone home to dinner with my wife that night without mentioning that I had just sucked and fingered my lawyer to a mind-blowing orgasm. After dinner, while my wife watched TV, I sat down and wrote out a word-for-word description of what happened between Angela and I at that second meeting, the day after my first indiscretion with her.

I wondered if I should follow up to my lawyer with a phone call. She had not returned to my surgery to re-enact Angela's second visit. I began to wonder if my lawyer had dropped me as a client. Why hadn't she called?

Then, on the following Monday afternoon, I arrived back at my surgery after my lunch break and my pa came in to preview the afternoon patient list. She immediately drew my attention to the third consultation of the afternoon. "It's your lawyer, doctor … she asked me to book her in for a double consultation. You didn't really have the time, not on a typically busy Monday like today. But she was quite persistent."

"That's quite okay, I can cope with that," I reassured her, trying to restrain my delight at seeing her name there, knowing that another sexual tryst was inevitable. I felt a minor stiffening in my cock at the mere thought of Beverley Bradley coming into my surgery again. I could already see her near naked body lying on my examination table.

By the time I saw out the patient before my lawyer's double appointment, my cock was stiff as a board, ready for some action. So far my eager appendage had been precluded from contact with Ms Bradley. I stayed in the doorway as the preceding patient settled her account with my pa, then called out, "Ms. Bradley, so good to see you again. Would you like to come through?" just like she was a normal patient.

She stepped into my surgery, walked straight past my desk and the guest chair and disappeared behind the screen. "I know that we don't have long, so I will speed up the process by getting my clothes off while we talk. I haven't spoken to you for a few days, doctor. Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine, thanks Beverley."

"I got your notes on the second visit by Angela, very comprehensive I must say. You obviously have a good memory, doctor."

"Well, I do have a good memory, but I have to admit that I kept a more detailed record of each consultation that could have got me into trouble … more so than I have of normal patient visits."

"Now, I think I have memorised Angela's part in all of this, so when you're ready, we might get started … if that's alright with you, doctor?"

I stepped around behind the screen to find my lawyer lying on her back in a now familiar position, the sheet covering her from neck to just above the knee. I quickly spotted her dress, panties and even her bra all hanging over a nearby chair. She was obviously naked beneath the sheet.

Beverley spoke, "Doctor, I was terribly thoughtless yesterday." Beverley hadn't been here yesterday, in fact not since last week. Yet here she was, saying the words that Angela had on that second visit to my surgery. She had obviously memorised the words I had put on paper for her to describe the events of my second consultation with Angela … a consultation that my accuser conveniently neglected to mention in her deposition.

I immediately picked up on the role playing, responding just as I had that day about a year ago, "In what way were you thoughtless, Angela?"

"Well, you made me feel so good with your fingers on my g spot and your mouth on my clit and I know that you had a very large erection. It was very thoughtless of me that I didn't think to offer to do something for you. I suppose you had to have a wank after I'd left … or did you go home and take it out on your wife?"

"Neither actually Angela," I told Beverley, "I had a waiting room full of patients after our long session. I figured that my time will come."

"It just might," Beverley admitted, seeming to deviate from the script I had written about Angela's second visit. As intent as my lawyer was to truthfully re-enact every word and every action of my incident with Angela, I still couldn't believe that she would really accept my cock into her mouth in the next few minutes … just as Angela had done.

Resuming the role-play, "Oh shit…" I said as I held up the tube of cream for treating Angela's lesion, "…I brought the cream but forgot the lube to help ease my fingers inside you."

"Surely you don't need lube doctor, I'd prefer it if you just used your tongue, that's better than any KY. As I told you last night, my current boyfriend's not into going down on me, so I haven't had the pleasure of a man's lips and tongue for quite a while … until last night of course."

Beverley was so good at re-enacting my conversation with Angela that at times I needed to stop and think 'Is Beverley still saying Angela's words, or is Beverley now opening up to me about her own sex life?'

While I had written this next move as an accurate recollection of Angela in my summary for Beverley, it nevertheless still surprised me when she flashed me a warm affectionate smile as her hands emerged from under the sheet. Grasping a hold of the covering somewhere near her waist, she yanked it up off her body altogether, discarding it onto the floor. My mouth dropped open, my beautiful professional lawyer was gloriously nude as I looked up along her body from her feet. Not even her bra remained. I had not previously seen those two remarkable breasts.

"To warm your mouth up, I thought you might like to start up here at my mouth," she suggested.

I moved up along the table until I stood beside her head. I bent down and kissed her, starting with a soft lip-to-lip grazing that quickly intensified until our mouths opened mutually and our tongues met. How far would my lawyer let this go in the name of collecting evidence for my case?

Our lips were locked for at least five minutes and the intensity of the kiss was passionate and emotional. When our lips were nearly swollen from the pressure, my mouth moved down off her face and climbed the slope of one breast until my lips devoured a nipple. Five minutes more at that one, then across to the other for another five. My hand reached out and my fingers touched the slit of her labia, she was wet … very wet … and more than ready.




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 06



I was so concentrated on kissing her breasts that I didn't see her arm drop off the table. The first I knew that she was reciprocating was when I felt her hand touch the outline of my rigid cock on the outside of my trousers. Not seeing her hand coming, my body must have jerked in reaction. She managed to tell me "It's only fair … that I get to touch you too" between her own aroused heavy breathing. I couldn't disagree with that.

Just as Angela had done a year ago, Beverley's body was seductively writhing under my mouth and my fingers. The fingers had begun sliding in the groove of her pubic mound, slipping up to her engorged clitoris and then down to her parted vaginal entrance. My lips left her nipples and ventured down along her naked body, licking her navel, then continuing south until my mouth was competing with my fingers for the best bits. Beverley was hot, her arse lifting up off the table rhythmically to offer her pubes for my oral attention while her own hand curled over and her fingers gripped my hard-on tightly.

I twisted my head around, as I leaned over the table, so that my chin was between her thighs and I licked up along her labia lips from bottom to top, terminating each sweep at her clit where my lips squeezed shut over her little bud. She squealed out her pleasure in girlish glee and I continued. Building the momentum as her body responded and an orgasmic storm came throbbing up from deep within her abdomen, surfacing in a pounding spasm that had all of her luscious body, except her shoulders and feet, lifting clear up off the table.

In getting my mouth low enough along her body to attack her vagina from around her thighs, I had moved out of the grasp of her hand on my hard cock.

When the crescendo eased and her arse sank back down flat again and her breathing quietened to normal pace, I pulled my face away from her quim, her juices plastered over my mouth, chin and cheeks. "At this point, I suggested to Angela that she would be ready for me to apply the cream now."

My lawyer screamed at me, "No, don't say it like that … stay in character. I'm Angela, damn you, I'm Angela … now tell me you're going to put cream up in my cunt."

Wow, my lawyer was really into this. Could this be some psychological flaw in her character that caused her to want to play act as my accuser?

I did as she asked, "I guess you'd be ready for me to apply the cream now, Angela?" pointedly uttering the name of the patient that Beverley wanted to be at this moment.

"Go for it," she said, smiling warmly, parting her legs more to allow access to my fingers, "But can you take your penis out first." 

Beverley had asked me to get my penis out, using exactly the words that the patient Angela had on that second visit to my surgery. My own fingers unzipped my trouser fly and I began to reach inside the opening, but she stopped me. I had moved along the table, back within her reach. "I can get it from here, thanks," she said and I allowed her hand to rummage around inside my trousers and my underpants until I felt the air on my hard shaft. Her fingers gently exposed it and she began fondling it, her soft hand at last touching my flesh. 

I couldn't believe that my lawyer at last had her warm smooth hand on my cock. My own fingers were busy opening the tube, and I squeezed some of the medication -- superfluous to Beverley's well-being - over my middle finger and inserted it into her vagina. 

I attempted to closely replicate my incident with Angela for Beverley's information, finger-fucking my female lawyer to her second orgasm in fifteen minutes, simply by applying internal finger pressure on her g spot while working on her pretend lesion. The whole time it took to finger fuck her, her fingers stroked and played with my hard-on, alternating between sliding her open palm along the underside and forming an O with her fingers to push over the ridge of my knob.

Despite my arousing her to a second throbbing climax, her work on my cock had not been urgent and I was able to enjoy her touch without the pressure of imminent release. She turned her head to one side, facing me as she lay on her back on the examination table, still coming down from her peaks. "Bring it up here to me," she said, absorbed, her eyes idly watching her hand holding my erection.

Beverley was still following the script that I had written for her, recounting what Angela and I had done. I shuffled up alongside the table until my body was aligned with her head, my eyes scanning down along her naked body once more, admiring her beauty. She still held my hard cock in her right hand and she pulled on it, tugging on me to press closer up against the table. I could sense what she was about to do and I eagerly pressed my body forward until my cock hung over the table's edge an inch from her mouth.

She looked up at me with eyes that promised I would like what was about to happen. She turned her head back on its side, staring at my rampant hard on as if she was trying to decide if she should continue on this path. Then, seemingly convinced, she moved her head over, coming closer to the table's edge and her mouth engulfed the head of my cock. I stood there mesmerised, looking down as her mouth swallowed up the head of my cock. Her cheeks drew in as she began to suck and blow on my cock. The feeling in my cock was sensational, the pleasure of standing above her, watching her mouth swallow me made me nearly delirious with pleasure. I knew it was inevitable that I would cum, but I doubted that I could control the timing.

While it was great to watch, it was even better to feel her lips and tongue and teeth sucking and licking and grazing the tender flesh of my hard cock as I prodded gentle thrusts into her willing mouth. Boy, she was great at giving head and she worked me well, gradually building me up to peak arousal only to let my expectation of release subside. Then she would build the pressure once more until I was screaming for her to let me cum in her mouth, thrusting my cock deeper toward the back of her throat.

At last, she tired of playing games with my arousal and painted the underside of my cock with her wet tongue until it jerked and spasmed erotically into her waiting mouth and throat. I was able to look down and watch, through heavy lidded eyes, as my hard cock exploded it's cum deep to the back of her throat. I watched her neck … the muscles in her throat working hard, swallowing my deposit as I ejaculated still more to replace the first load that my cock had jettisoned into her.

My hands reached out to grip the table edge, my legs trembling, struggling to hold my body up as she milked my shaft. As her lips finally withdrew along my deflating cock, sucking the last of my cum from my shaft and tip, I could see my whitish residue around her open lips. 

"You give great head," I told her, "much better than Angela did. Her boyfriend didn't like it, so she didn't have much experience. Your's must love it, you're so good at it."

"I had forgotten how much I enjoyed doing that," she replied, still sticking to the script, but again causing me to wonder if this was Beverley quoting Angela or Beverley expressing her own feelings. Her tongue snaked out to lick up the last bits of cum that clung to her lips and she swallowed it like it was nectar from the gods. "I think you liked it too" … at last she had uttered some words that I had not included in my script.

"Have we finished play acting now, is this just my lawyer and me having a meeting in my office?"

"Yes doctor, just a simple business meeting that saw me enjoy two orgasms and give you my best blow job."

The preceding events between my attorney and I turned out to be a great rehearsal for the very serious matter of the Medical Tribunal's inquiry into allegations that I inappropriately dealt with a female patient. Angela was stupid to have neglected to mention that there had been a second consultation at her own instigation. Beverley Bradley earned every penny of her $10,000 a day court fee by tearing Angela apart in the witness box until she was an incoherent blubbering young woman. 

By the end of a gruelling day in the witness chair, Angela admitted that in a momentary rage with her boyfriend months after the event, she let it slip about the lesion causing her some pain during their intercourse at that time. She boasted to him how the doctor had treated her with the cream, but she had elicited a side benefit of attention to her g spot on more than one occasion. She confessed to being the instigator.

Her allegations were thrown out. I was issued with a warning that the Tribunal would be watching me closely for any further suggestions of impropriety. Otherwise, I was free to resume my busy medical practice with little harm done, other than a financial dent in my wallet of nearly $14,000 in fees to Beverley. Yes, in addition to her court appearance fee of $10,000 per day, she also billed face-to-face meetings at $200 for every ten minutes. You guessed it, I was billed for her time while giving her those orgasms during the re-enactments. 

Can you believe that? But I got her back, I billed her for two consultations … double length at that at $110 each. Somehow I think that I may be behind on the deal.

There is still more to come in this story and it will be continued when I recount the weird celebration party for my acquittal thrown by my attorney. My faithful and conservative wife attends too and is actually tempted into a stranger's bed.

Not quite the end … wait for Episode 7 



The Doctor Diaries Ch. 07



Dr James Martin is your everyday dedicated general practitioner ... the family doctor who has devoted a 25 year career to getting people better when they are sick. The only problem is that in the past two years, the good doctor has become very free with his hands and cock when treating his female patients. The Medical Tribunal wants to disbar him from practice, but the doctor's attorney has defended him brilliantly.

You really should read Parts 1 to 6 to understand just what the doctor has done with his patients and how lawyer Beverley Bradley got his career back for him. But if you don't have time, at least catch up on Part 6, which was one of the best.

Warning: This story includes some hot descriptions of people having mostly good sex ... if that could offend you, better not read on. While we have selected to place this in Loving Wives, it could also have been in group sex, first time, mature and non-consent, because it covers all those subjects. 

Chapter 24

A large group of 8 happy people walked from the Medical Tribunal hearing room and gathered together on the footpath outside the building. 

I happened to be the happiest person in the group. The very expensive and very beautiful 30-something Beverley Bradley, my attorney, had just saved the rest of my medical career, a service for which I was about to write her a cheque for $14,000+.

My loyal and devoted wife had been by my side through the ordeal of having the patient Angela claim that I had inappropriately dealt with her during her medical consultations about a year ago. My wife clung to my arm now while we all enjoyed the euphoria of a courtroom victory.

Besides my wife and I, there was my heroine, Beverley and her personal assistant, Michelle – an equally beautiful young woman who looked like a clone of Beverley's, only ten years younger. Then there was Geoffrey, who could best be described as a young stud, only around 25, six-pack belly, biceps on biceps on his arms. He too was part of Beverley's legal entourage, for which I was paying what I believe was a small fortune. I am not sure what he did, other than being a male bookend with Michelle to their boss.

Extraordinarily, I had some followers too, the best of my very loyal patients who had come to offer character evidence on my behalf. The irony was that three of them – Victoria, Natalie and Alicia – were in the same category as Angela, my accuser, in that each had been sexually involved with me as patients.

I stood there on the pavement feeling quite surreal, with my wife's arm tucked in mine, looking at Victoria, Natalie and Alicia, three patients that I had fucked, plus my attorney Beverley, who I had been intimate with and who I desperately wanted to fuck. My wife did know about Natalie, she was the one who had urged me to provide my semen – the natural way – to the young woman to give her the baby that she and her husband craved. But my wife had no idea about the others, particularly Alicia, my buddy – the gynaecologist's – wife who had fornicated with me in both our houses with one or both partners in another room.

So what now? Was it a fond goodbye to Beverley and her entourage? "No," insisted Beverley, "we must go off and celebrate. There's a bar near my office, they give me a private room whenever I have a winning case to celebrate. We'll all go there, come on!"

And with that, this odd group of eight people walked off down the street to adjourn to the bar and celebrate my victory. To celebrate my ability to return to my medical practice tomorrow and probably resume feeling up some of the lovely 20 and 30-something women who come to me for treatment and guidance.

We drank and celebrated for an hour until 5pm. By that time, Victoria, Natalie and Alicia all excused themselves, saying they needed to go home to their husbands. Each woman had realised that with my wife present, any intimate moment would not be possible this day. But it seemed that Beverley wasn't daunted by my wife being present. She managed to bail me up as I returned from the men's room and, out of earshot of my wife, whispered, "You and I are not done before we go our separate ways, doctor. You have fingered me and I have given you my best blow job, but I have to have it all."

"Well, I am not sure when we can do that, Beverley. With my wife along here, we may have to schedule for one day next week."

"No, I need to close your file, having won your case, so it has to be what's left of today. Leave it to me."

"I don't think that's going to work," I tried to say, but she was gone, scurrying off into the ladies room.

I returned to the now smaller group, the pair of twenty-something's, Michelle and Geoffrey were chatting to my wife and I sat down alongside my lifetime partner. Beverley shortly reappeared and announced, "Come on, we're all going back to my house. I'm going to call ahead and have my housekeeper prepare a scrumptious dinner for us all."

"Oh Beverley, that's so nice of you, but I don't think we can," said my wife, looking to me to support her. She was possibly feeling a bit out-glamorised by the thirty-ish Beverley, who was dressed and coiffeured immaculately, even this late in the day.

Beverley didn't allow me time to break in and support my wife's wish to leave. "Oh don't be a party pooper, Mrs. Martin. It's not every day that your husband has a win over some nutter that wants to ruin his career. Come on, we'll all go back to my house."

My wife's protest died at that moment and, within a few minutes, we were in a limo that Beverley had hired at what seemed to be a moment's notice, heading for her stately home in the 'burbs.

The house was incredible. The property looked to be an acre or so and the house was indeed a mansion, two storeys set back from the road. We made ourselves comfortable on the back porch, all with another drink in our hands while Beverley went away to the kitchen to discuss the dinner menu with her housekeeper.

When she returned, Beverley engaged me in conversation and I noted that my wife was now quite engrossed in a discussion with the pa Michelle and the young stud Geoffrey. The whole pre-dinner drinks thing was very convivial and the atmosphere fabulous, with the late afternoon sun casting shadows from the trees across the gardens and porch where we sat.

At dinner, Beverley positioned me on her immediate left, with Michelle to my left, sitting opposite my wife while Geoffrey was to the left of my wife and opposite me. I needed to keep looking across, checking to see that my wife didn't feel left out of it.

We enjoyed three courses slowly and only after eating dessert did I check my watch, it was nearly ten. Where had the evening gone? I slipped out to the bathroom for a piss and when I came back, Beverley was sitting on Geoffrey's lap and they were both talking earnestly to my wife, who looked a bit perturbed by whatever they were discussing.

I sat back down in my original chair, sneaking peeps across at the lengthy conversation, wondering what was going on there. Michelle obviously noted my distraction and leaned over to engage me in some meaningless chatter.

At last, Beverley stood up, looked across at me, then leaned down to kiss my wife on the cheek. Then she took my wife's hand and placed it in Geoffrey's hand. Smiling broadly, Beverley came back around the table, leant over my shoulder and said quietly, "You come with me now, I've squared it away with your wife, she's cool about it." Then she moved on toward the doorway.

"What?" I asked incredulously, "What do you mean she's cool about it?" I hadn't moved and my stunned vocal reaction was loud enough for my wife to hear.

My failure to rise from where I sat caused Beverley to return to stand beside me, "Am I going to have trouble with you? I told you everything's sweet, she accepts that we have to do this, so come upstairs with me now."

Nervously, I looked directly across at my wife, who, despite having Geoffrey talking to her, had been watching since Beverley first walked by me, and then returned when I didn't move. I watched in stunned silence as my wife gave an affirmative nod of her head, that seemed to imply to me her approval, before turning away from me to absorb whatever Geoffrey was saying to her.

I could not believe that my wife appeared to have just been persuaded to accept my going upstairs with Beverley to copulate. Had Beverley been entirely truthful with her? Did my wife really understand what was about to happen?

I stood and turned as if to go ... to follow Beverley from the dining room. But I hesitated, turning back to check again on my wife's approval. She wasn't even looking at me as I prepared to leave the room. She was too engrossed in whatever Geoffrey was saying to her. I saw that he still held my wife's hand that Beverley had placed in his. I was concerned, but I had also craved possessing Beverley's body since I first laid eyes on her in her office that initial visit. It might be now or never.

I caught up to my attorney in the hallway that led to the stairs. Her head was turned back toward me, watching me come up behind her. Her hands appeared to be busy with the clasp on her conservative grey pin-striped skirt. It fell from her hips to pool around her feet on the floor and she rested one hand on a hall table while she gracefully stepped out of the skirt, one foot at a time.

"Will you get that for me?" she called back to me, referring to her discarded skirt and resuming her steps toward the stairs. She still wore high heels, but her legs were now on display, clad in sexy stay-up dark grey stockings that matched the two piece suit she had worn all day. The tail of her while blouse was short, finishing just above the start of her arse, from where a strand of her thong appeared, the rest of it buried between her perfectly rounded bare arse cheeks.

This was a near perfect womanly body shape and it was inevitable that I had to have her.

I scooped up her skirt and hurried to catch up, hitting the bottom step as she reached the fourth, placing her far enough in front of me that her arse was now at eye level, shifting in perfect timing from side to side. I couldn't look away if I wanted to, the smooth unblemished skin of her arse cheeks held my attention as she rose slowly and proudly up the stairs toward the top floor.

She never looked back to check that I was still there behind her. She didn't have to, she had so much confidence that she knew I would be, eagerly pursuing her to claim my prize.

At the top of the stairs, she turned left and I did too, following her into a huge room that was obviously her bedroom. It was a feminine room, with all the frilly trimmings that identified it as belonging to a woman. Beverley strode purposefully over to her dressing table, telling me, "How about you go and lie down, doctor ... make yourself comfortable, I'll join you in a moment.

I did as she suggested, shedding my jacket and wondering if I should be so presumptuous as to remove my shirt and trousers now. There seemed little doubt why we were here in her bedroom, so should I be undressed and ready when she came to me? I lay down on the bed, my back against a pillow and the headboard, watching my attorney as she removed her jewellery and filed it in containers, then removed the jacket of the grey pin-striped suit.

She turned from checking herself in the mirror – she still looked flawless. She took two steps toward the bed and me, unbuttoning her white blouse. Another three steps and she was sliding the garment down her arms, revealing a low cut bra that exposed the top half of twin mounds. Below, the tiny triangle of her g-string cum thong only just concealed the hidden treasures that I had seen and touched with my fingers and lips in my surgery. Penetration of that magic place had so far eluded me, but not for much longer the way this was heading.

"You're dropping behind me, aren't you going to remove your clothes?" she asked and my hands hurried to comply, unbuckling my belt, then unzipping and pushing my trousers down over my hips, leaving my legs to kick them free.

Beverley walked across to a controller on the wall and dimmed the lights, turning the atmosphere immediately sexual. I unbuttoned my shirt and removed that too before she reached the bed. She looked down at my boxer shorts, now my only covering and commented, "I expected to be more impressed, based on past performance in your surgery."

I looked down to where she was looking and indeed, my erection was nothing to write home about, barely tenting the boxers. "I had expected better too," I concurred.

Her hand dropped and fondled my half-mast penis through the material of my boxer shorts, "You seem tense, doctor. Are you worried about what your wife might be thinking at this moment?"

I had to admit that she had nailed it in one guess. While I had been hot for Beverley's body for quite some time, I never expected that we would get to do it while my wife was no more than the turn of a door handle away from us. "That could be it, I do want you, you know."

"I thought you might," she said, aware of her desirability.

"Do you think that you might feel more relaxed if you knew she was okay ... that she wasn't fretting about what we might be doing."

"I am sure of it," I told her, wondering what her plan might be.

She leaned across to the bedside table, to a small speaker that looked like one of those baby monitors that parents use to listen to sounds coming from the nursery.

With the turn of a knob to apparently increase the volume, I heard the unmistakable sounds of a woman in heat, a woman with laboured heavy breathing that one could assume from past experiences was on the verge of a mighty orgasm.

"Does that sound like your wife?" asked Beverley, winding the volume up quite high.

It is strange, you know. In my 50+ years, I had never been asked to identify whether the sounds of a woman obviously enjoying sex, could actually be my wife. Yet, the longer I listened, the more certain I was that I was listening to my own wife experiencing extreme sexual pleasure ... and without me.

"It does, you know," I told my attorney. "I've heard her coming so many times, I'd say that's her. But what's happening, where is she and who is she with? Is that what you were cooking up with Geoffrey and her? We only left her a few minutes ago. If that's really her, how could she get to that stage so fast?"

"Oh doctor, so many questions. Don't worry about how and why, just accept that... yes, that is your wife, and... yes, she is close by to us, enjoying great sexual pleasure at the hands of one of my employees. Don't worry about it!"

"But she has never been unfaithful ... in all our years of marriage. She has never wanted anybody else. Where is she?"

"That baby monitor is hooked up into the next bedroom down the hall. You have nothing to worry about, she is in excellent hands. My assistant, Geoffrey is deeply into tantric sex. He is capable of giving pleasure while holding his own release back for an incredible length of time. Ejaculation control is a skill that can be learned like any other skill. A man can learn to enjoy more and more pleasure without the urgency to come."

"Where does all this stuff come from?"

"This stuff, doctor, is tantric sex, it has its origins in India and Buddhism. In Taoist sexuality writings, they say the woman is like water and the man is like fire. What normally happens is the water puts out the fire too quickly, the man is left exhausted and the woman is frustrated. They say there are in fact nine levels of a woman's orgasm, nine levels that she goes through before she's fully nourished sexually before her Shakti, her sexual spiritual energy is fully awakened. Most women have their first orgasm at level four; the man ejaculates and the other five levels are rarely reached. So young men like Geoffrey have learned to be extraordinary lovers, able to make love as long as necessary to satisfy their woman and at the same time reach higher orgasmic states themselves. They do it in many positions too ... she will learn a lot from him as well as derive immense sexual pleasure."

"But why would she want to go with him?" I asked, "What on earth did you say to her to have her think that she should cheat on me?"

"Can you hear yourself, doctor? What are you doing up here in my bedroom, is that not cheating on your wife? And what about fathering a child for that lovely young woman, Natalie? I met her today and she told me all about how you had sex with her day after day until she became pregnant ... wasn't that also cheating on your wife?"

"No, my wife asked me to do that ... Natalie and she cooked the whole thing up and presented it to me as a package, I had little say in it."

"You may have had little say in the planning, but I will bet you enjoyed every time you had to fornicate with her to make sure she got your sperm regularly while she was fertile. Then there's Victoria ... she told me how you turned down your weekly golf game so you could have her teach you how to fuck a woman in the arse. Wouldn't that be considered cheating on your wife? It's not all about you, doctor."

She was making a very clear point, one that I didn't really want to see. What most concerned me was that my wife had never shown any inclination to want to go to bed with another partner. Why had she suddenly become so willing ... and why was she sounding like she was really enjoying it?

I felt Beverley grasp the waistband of my boxer shorts and haul them down, exposing my only semi-hard cock. "Can you do something about this, doctor? Do you have any magic blue pills?"

"Not with me, I have never had the need for any assistance from Viagra in that regard."

"Well, I can tell you doctor, you don't look to me like you'll be going very far with that," she told me with scorn in her voice.

How extraordinary, seeing or hearing anything sexual had always guaranteed me a rampant erection ... but the sound of my wife deep in the throes of sexual pleasure with another man had rendered me as good as impotent. Why couldn't I quickly cast off my worries about my wife's first unfaithful sexual tryst? After all, standing beside the bed, in which I lay, was what I had craved these past few weeks. She was near naked and about to draw me into her vagina for what was probably going to be my only time with her. How could I stuff it up now?

I must have looked pathetic to her. This man who was lusting after her, twenty years older and unable to get it fully up. I was accustomed to talking to male patients about this dilemma, but I never expected to have it myself.

"I guess you better give me a bit of time," I said forlornly, looking up at her fabulously proportioned body. But she was already moving on, contemplating her next move, pressing a key on the beside communications system.

"Michelle, are you down there?" she called out quite loudly.

But from across the room, I heard a feminine voice, quite faint, "I'm here, Beverley!"

It was indeed her pa, Michelle. I looked in the direction from where the voice had come. The room was quite dim from the lowered lights, but I saw Michelle rise from a chair. How long had she been there? Had it been her intention to sit and watch us if copulating I had been able to get it up? Would she have been doing that with Beverley's approval ... maybe even request?

"Ah good, I'm going to need you, my dearest," Beverley told her and Michelle dutifully walked up to her near-naked boss and wrapped her arms around her more than affectionately. I watched from the bed - feeling almost like a voyeur - as the embrace between the two women became a passionate kiss, tongues entwined. All the while, Beverley's hands hastily undressed her young pa until the 20-something year old was down to identical underwear.




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 07



What a sight these two very desirable women made? If anything would get stiff wood in my penis, this was it. Maybe that was what Beverley was counting on ... or just maybe she had some lesbian tendencies. The kissing became hotter and hotter; hands grasped every erogenous part of the other's bodies until finally they clambered together over my legs and onto the bed beside me.

Unashamedly, I rolled to my right so that I could watch as the two women kissed and licked and sucked, the pace slowing just a little. Both bras disappeared and nipples were attacked, first one woman was dominant, then the other. Did I want to join in? I thought about it, but the passion looked so intense that I figured that I might be viewed as an intruder.

The thong panties were snatched away, but the stockings stayed. Beverley lay her head back on the pillow next to mine and, up so close, I could watch the emotions on her face as Michelle slid up and down her boss' body, drawing out infinite pleasure as she feasted on the bare skin. When the pa's mouth slid between the spread legs of my attorney, the legal matriarch let out a loud scream, her buttons being well and truly pressed.

An orgasm was immediately imminent for Beverley as the younger woman worked at her clit. Now I wanted to be part of this, forgetting about my wife's adventure with young Geoffrey, and rolling over closer to clamp my mouth onto the closest nipple. Beverley had both hands entangled in Michelle's hair, holding her in position at her crotch. Now one hand rose up her body to clasp the back of my head and guide it around the breast that I was now so intent on devouring.

The body beneath Michelle and I literally exploded into a shuddering climax and I revelled in the belief that I had been part of this woman's incredible sexual delight. Beverley pushed my face away from her breast, her nipples possibly so sensitive now that any sexual gesture to an erogenous zone could be irritating rather than pleasurable. As I resumed my watching position alongside Beverley's body, I saw that Michelle had lifted away from the older woman's mons ... call it feminine intuition, knowing when to stop.

I watched intently as Beverley descended from her exciting peak, all the while hoping that I had not missed my opportunity to have this desirable woman. But to my complete shock, I felt something warm and wet – and unexpected - close over my cock that had extended to full erection whilst I had watched the two women in heat. I looked down to check, but already knowing that Michelle had slid across from between Beverley's thighs and had enveloped my hard-on with her mouth.

Damn, this young woman was as good as, if not better than, her boss. But I soon realised that she wasn't in for the long haul. No, she was preparing me, ensuring that I remained up and hard to enter her boss. What a wonderful pa my attorney had on staff.

Michelle had completely deep-throated me so that her lips rubbed against my short and curly hairs. I looked down to see that she was looking up at me, gauging when I might be ready. I gave her a nod that indicated that I could take it from here and she silently slid her mouth off my cock, moving away. I don't even know whether Beverley would have been aware of Michelle's gesture, such was the euphoric state of the attorney's body still.

I rolled over toward Beverley and my mouth closed again on the naked breast closest to me. Her body jumped, her skin still sensitive, but she made no move to push me away. On the contrary, she part rolled toward me, folding her arms around me. I let my left hand stray down over her belly and my fingers lightly grazed the tender skin on each side of her pubis, drawing a sensual moan from the woman.

My mouth switched breasts, two of my fingers pressed inside her vagina and her moaning intensified. This was slow and deep loving ... I had waited eagerly for this moment. I had nearly lost it a few minutes ago, but the two women together had turned me back on and now it was here and there was no turning back. My lips and tongue kept her erect nipples busy while my fingers left her clasping vagina and paid full attention to her clitoris. The little button was already hard from Michelle's tonguing and I had little difficulty in bringing my attorney to a full and raucous orgasm.

When she was able to open her eyes again as she came down from the peak, I shifted my legs in between hers and manipulated the tip of my hard-on into the groove of her parted labia.

"I've wanted this with you since the re-enactment in your surgery ... I nearly broke away from the script that day to have you do me," she told me, her deep probing eyes looking up into mine. "Make it good, doctor!"

"I'll try," I promised as I eased the head of my cock gently into her vaginal opening and she smiled up at me warmly.

"Feels good!" she told me, instilling the confidence I needed at this very moment, my usual self assurance shaken by the sounds I had heard of my wife enjoying sex with another man ... a much younger man ... a stud.

I pushed my hard cock all the way home inside her vagina. She was tight, so very tight and the warm wet velvety lining gripped my cock within her sheath. Every deep push inside her, and every clinging pull back until I was almost out, was an exquisite sensation in itself. This was sex well worth waiting for. She was good at it too, her legs wrapping around mine, her heels digging into my arse, urging me to push deeply inside her on every stroke. In fact, she was so into it that her heels pretty much controlled our pace.

The long deep thrusts brought out another powerful orgasm in her, this woman's reaction so intense and exciting that one felt that they had just achieved something mighty in being able to provide it. Then, pushing on, attempting to prolong the glory to give her one more, but so soon realising that her clinging wet vagina was like a venus fly trap plant, sucking the male organ into its hold and forcing an all too early release.

As I desperately tried to stretch my ball's restraint mechanism to make a good fuck into a memorable fuck, my willpower gave up and my cock spewed its cum from my tip, splashing deep inside her to signal an early end to proceedings.

"Too good, you feel too good inside ... I couldn't hold back," I was trying to justify my average performance, assuming that there may have been other men just like me who wanted to do so much more, but who surrendered before their time to this beautiful temptress.

"It was good," she told me, but I wasn't convinced that she meant it. I rolled us onto our sides, easing the weight of me on her. I couldn't close my eyes, I wanted to still watch this beautiful young woman that I had at last made love to. A shaft of bright light splashed the room as the door opened and closed. I looked in that direction and saw it was the still naked Michelle. I didn't even know she had left the room ... it must have been sometime while I was concentrating on fucking the woman that I was still connected to.

I felt the bed move and saw Michelle get into bed with Beverley and I. She slid up behind her boss, sandwiching Beverley's naked body between Michelle and I. My hand had been on Beverley's arse, now it was squashed between Michelle's pubis and Beverley's arse cheeks.

"Where have you been, Michelle?" my attorney mumbled, asking her pa.

"I went for something to drink. I went past Geoffrey's door, I couldn't resist peeping inside. They are still going at it! My God, he's good!"

Michelle's words caused me to cringe at the thought of this man making love to my wife so efficiently.

Michelle went on, "Beverley, I have thought of allowing a man's dick inside me one day, but Geoffrey would be too much for me now. I think I would have to work up to someone like that."

"That sounds promising, Michelle ... the fact that you're thinking about it. You can't go through life unused ... you really should try it sometime. Maybe you're not a lesbian, perhaps you're bi like me. That's a good thing to be, the best of both sexes," Beverley was mumbling again, her mouth up against my neck as I cuddled her warm naked body to mine. Actually, both women were naked, except for the stockings that each still wore. "Turn up the baby monitor, Michelle ... let's hear if they're still at it."

"I reckon they will be," the pa answered as she rolled away to fiddle with the volume control of the unit on the bedside table.

Why were these two desirable young women doing this to me? I had already expressed my pain at hearing my wife's enjoyment of sex with another man. But that had to be more than half an hour ago, considering all that had transpired in this room since then. My wife and Geoffrey could surely not still be at it.

The sounds from next door that suddenly filled this room from the speaker of the baby monitor told all three of us that they were. I so knew the distinctive sound of my wife on the verge of orgasm. Was it again – or still? I heard it again, just like I had heard it some 40 minutes ago. Was this a trick ... a recording? Or was my wife being rewarded with a constant stream of orgasms from this young stud who practised tantric sex?

This time, these two women left the volume up. I was able to hear the end result from the orgasmic peak my wife had been ascending. She moaned and gasped and screamed out her intense pleasure for all of us to hear, followed by her pleadings to Geoffrey, "Oh please, no more, I can't keep doing this. Please just cum, Geoffrey, I have had enough."

Then the male voice answering her, "Not yet, I don't need to yet. Come on, let's try another position."

"Oh no, not any more ... my muscles are aching and my vagina is so sore. I have never been worked over like this. You'll have to stop, Geoffrey."

"I can't stop until I cum ... I've trained myself for Ejaculation Control. I can hold back for a long while, so I can give a woman good sex. I'll tell you when I'm ready. But I'm nowhere near it yet!" He sounded almost robot-like.

"Oh please, it has to be, I can't do this any more." My wife's voice was pleading. I felt for her ... she had never been a highly sexual person. This could have a detrimental effect on her.

"Beverley, is there any way you can stop this?"

"Let her go, doctor, she is getting the experience of a lifetime with Geoffrey."

"I'm telling you, I am seriously concerned for her well being, Beverley ... I can hear it in her voice."

Beverley moved her head and opened her eyes to look into mine, "Are you serious, James? This is not just your ego being dented?"

"No, I am deadly serious. It was more than half an hour that we first heard them and it sounds like he has been inside her, machine-like, for all that time. She's never experienced more than 15 minutes of sex at one time."

Beverley turned her head around to speak to her pa, "Michelle, go in and get Geoffrey to stop, will you dear?"

"How will I do that? You should know, more than anyone, what he's like when he gets wound up with that tantric thing."

"Yes, but I can cope with it ... it sounds like James' wife may not. I don't know, Michelle, squeeze his balls or something, make him cum ... just end it."

I watched Michelle roll off the bed and leave the room while Beverley and I continued to hear my wife's moaning and gasping. It sounded like she was building toward yet another peak. If we were hearing two in about three minutes, just how many had she had?

Then we could hear Michelle's voice through the speaker as she entered the other room, "You have to stop now, Geoffrey."

His voice answering came staccato-like, he was obviously still thrusting. "No way, I'm not done yet. Beverley wanted me to make this woman feel good and I'm doing that. We're really into this and I'm nowhere near coming."

"It was Beverley who told me to come and stop you."

"Go away, bitch," Geoffrey's anger was rising at being interrupted. All the while, he seemed not to miss a beat because we could still hear my wife's arousal building.

Then, suddenly a loud male moan, "Unngghhh!" cut the air, followed by Geoffrey's voice protesting, "Oh Jesus no, oh fuck! Why the hell did you do that, Michelle?"

"Because you wouldn't stop when you were told to, shit head."

"Yeah, but why did you stick your finger in my arse."

"That's the only way I could think to break your concentration."

"Shit, you sure did that."

My wife's moaning had subsided. I guessed that Michelle's finger action must have abruptly triggered a sudden release of Geoffrey's cum into my wife's vagina. My next concern was did he wear a condom?

"Is he clean?" I whispered to Beverley.

"What do you mean?" she asked, the muscles around her vagina clenching my limp cock as she moved her body.

"Clean ... you know, no STD's. I don't want my wife to catch anything. Does he wear a rubber?"

"I've never known him to ... at least not when I've been with him."

"You've had him?"

"Yes, of course, why do you think I keep him around? Certainly not for his legal mind! Geoffrey is dynamic in bed ... there's a photo of him in every dictionary under the word stud."

"So does he have these sex marathons when he's with you?"

"Oh sure, one hour is the record for us. Let me tell you, doctor, that's a real long time of continual thrusting. I couldn't hazard a guess at how many times I came. That tantric sex thing he practices is brilliant, so many positions. I could get him to teach you some, James."

"No, don't bother!" I told her, not wanting to know any more about the young man who had just seduced my wife. Oh sure, when Michelle had to go in and rescue her, to get Geoffrey to stop, my wife sounded like she had had enough. But I'll bet that for at least some, if not all, of the preceding half-hour, she had been excited by his unique lovemaking. I needed to find out if that was so, although I must admit that I was hurt by her giving herself to another man ... particularly a young stud like Geoffrey. Yes, I know, you (the reader) are quite right ... I had no right, after all the stuff I had done with my patients. But hearing her enjoying such pleasure cut me deeply ... I should be the only one to do that.

Michelle had rejoined us in bed and again Beverley became the sandwich. She spoke to me, "James, to make your visit to my home complete, I wish that I could offer you the lovely Michelle here, but unfortunately, she doesn't do men ... as you've probably gathered by now. But you can have me again ... when you're ready." That offer ironically came from her lips just as my now deflated and floppy cock slipped from my attorney's vagina.

"Could be a while, I might go and see if my wife's okay. I guess you two can amuse yourselves."

"In plenty of ways, James. You're welcome to stay and watch if you like, I am sure Michelle doesn't mind ... she is a bit of an exhibitionist. It might get you up again."

Michelle quickly echoed Beverley's invitation, "Yes doctor, you seem like a very nice man ... in fact, you and your wife make a nice couple. My boss and I are going to play with each other until we get very sleepy." She turned to her boss alongside her in the bed that I had just vacated, "Isn't that right? Possibly a half-hour more, wouldn't you think?"

"Sounds good to me," endorsed Beverley.

I rose from the bed and turned back to see Beverley roll over to face Michelle, the two women fitting their warm bodies intimately together ... breasts rubbing against breasts, bellies against bellies, pubis against pubis. They were no doubt correct ... watching the two of them would get me a replacement boner. But first, I was more concerned about my wife's condition.

As I reached the door to leave, I heard Michelle talking to her boss behind me, "I have a confession to make, Beverley. After I brought you on, I sucked his cock when he was having trouble getting it up for you. That seemed to do the trick."

"Michelle, you cheeky little tramp, you told me you didn't like cocks."

"I never have before, but his looked so nice and harmless, not big and angry looking like some I've seen ... and he seemed to be having so much trouble. I didn't think it would hurt."

"There's hope for you yet, girl ... maybe you are as bi as me."

My hand hung on the doorknob debating whether I should turn and go back to the bed. Two women at once was yet another stereotype fantasy, but was I up to it in my current condition, troubled by my wife's newly discovered sexuality.

Chapter 25

Naked, I went out into the hallway and along to the next bedroom, quietly stepping inside. Just like in the main bedroom, there was light in the room, but it was dim. There were two bodies on the bed lying side by side, but I couldn't make out who they were. I crept closer to the edge of the bed and saw that the body nearest to me was my wife. 

She was lying on her back, her legs were obscenely splayed wide, cum was seeping from her vagina down toward the crack of her arse. Her eyes were open, she was staring back at me while the young man beside her appeared to be deep asleep. "Hello darling," she greeted.

Thank God, she didn't sound angry with me for going off with Beverley ... for leaving her with this young stud. "Are you okay?" I asked, genuinely concerned. As I peered closer through the dim light, I could see that she had several bruises on her neck ... they looked like love bites, if that's what they are still called?

"I'm really good," she told me, almost trancelike. "I feel wonderful!" saying it in a lilting fashion with emphasis on wonderful. She turned her head to look at the young stud alongside her in the bed, he was face down, and apparently deep asleep, his head turned away. "He's very good at it ... sex I mean ... I haven't had anybody like that before."

Her admission hurt, the sweeping statement suggesting that I didn't measure up to his ability since I was the only man she'd had in the past 25 years.

"He didn't hurt you?" I asked, "You've got bruises on your neck. We used to call them love bites when we were both younger."

"It felt good when he gave them to me, sent shivers – hot and cold – right through my body." I watched one of her hands slide across between her spread legs, my wife's fingers shamelessly and intimately touching herself in front of me. "Ooh, I'm a bit sore down there, James ... that was quite a workout that Geoffrey gave me."

"Why did you agree to come up here with him?"

"I was curious! Lately, you seem to want to be with other women, like I'm not enough for you. I thought if it's good enough for you, then why not me too. Your friend, Beverley offered me an opportunity tonight and, on the spur of the moment, I decided that I'd try it too ... wearing my shabby underwear and all, I was so embarrassed. Downstairs, he boasted how good he was ... and I have to say that, up here, he certainly lived up to that – and more!"

"It's been quite a shock to me, I never expected to ever see you with another man. What did he say to talk you into it?"

"First of all, Beverley came over after dinner and sat on his lap. He and I had been talking about mundane things, not about sex at all. But Beverley just started talking about what a good lover he was. I must say that Geoffrey looked embarrassed at how she was singing his praises. She told me how he could go on forever ... and how, if I let him have me, he could give me more orgasms than I had ever had before. I have never really thought about going with another man – not seriously ... maybe the odd daytime fantasy. But I have to say that I was intrigued. Then she came to the crunch, the real reason for coming over to talk to me ... she told me that she needed to borrow you for a little while. Naively, I asked what for. Can you imagine how foolish I felt when she said that you and she had some unfinished business in the bedroom? I realised then that you wanted to have sex with her ... and she with you."




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 07



"It was her idea," I interrupted.

"I am sure it was, it's never the man ... it's always those scheming women, isn't it?" Her tone was sarcastic. "I still had no intention of going with Geoffrey until Beverley stood up and walked away. Such a superior air of confidence about her, like I've squared off the wife, she won't be a problem, now let me have her husband. She even bent down to kiss me on the cheek before she walked away ... how patronising?"

"I saw you holding the guy's hand, what was that all about?"

"After she kissed me, Beverley picked up my hand and placed it in Geoffrey's and he never let it go. His hand was warm, but more than that, it was like his hand was passing electricity to my body. I did look across the room and see her speak to you, like she was telling you to follow her. But I have to say that I didn't even see you leave the room. By then, with his hand holding mine, my eyes were attracted to Geoffrey's, like he was seducing me with only one hand and his eyes. I think that's when I started to get wet ... you know what I mean, down there, between my legs."

Was this my demure sexually-inhibited wife actually talking about getting wet from the touch and the stare of another man ... a young man?

"When Geoffrey took my panties off, the crotch was so wet. Not only was I embarrassed that this young man of the world was touching and removing such ordinary cotton panties, but I figured that I shouldn't be that wet when he hadn't even touched me."

"You still haven't said how you got from his holding your hand and looking in your eyes up to this bedroom and having wild sex with him."

"Oh, do I have to say, it makes me sound so cheap. I do still love you, James."

I was determined to find out, "So what happened?"

"I think you had left the room by this time, going with Beverley, but as I said, I didn't actually see you leave. So he and I are just looking into each other's eyes ... and he's holding my hand and I can feel his heat. And he said, 'You want it!' just like that, like he was telling me something I already knew ... not another word. The strange thing is I never even answered him, I just stood up, still holding his hand and I pulled him from the dining room. Yes, I pulled him! He had to take over when we reached the hallway because I didn't know where we had to go to be alone. He led me up the stairs, still not another word between us, and he took me into this bedroom. I walked straight to this bed and lay down here, where you see me now."

"What did he say then, when you just came to the bed and lay down?"

"Still nothing, he followed me over and stood beside the bed and began to take his clothes off. I didn't know where to look ... I haven't seen another man naked since before we were married and I haven't seen a young man naked since we were both young ourselves. He was staring down at me, almost like he was daring me not to look away. So I didn't, I just stared straight at the bulge in his pants. His trousers dropped, then his shirt came off, then he pushed his jocks off and there it was ... he was stiff as a board."

"Was he...?" I didn't want to ask it, but I couldn't stop myself. I knew it would sound stupid even before the words came out, but I had to know, "Was he bigger than me?"

"My God, you men are incredible. Here I am, pouring out my heartfelt confession of cheating on you for the first time in our marriage ... and you only want to know if he was bigger. Yes, damn you, James ... yes, he was bigger, not by a lot, but bigger and slightly thicker!"

"You were still dressed at this time?"

"Yes, I hadn't taken a thing off, except my shoes. Just slipped out of them and left them on the floor and lay down. I didn't want to undress myself, I expected that he would, but he was making no move to. Are you sure you want me to continue with this, it might be too hurtful?"

"Honey, I am sure the revelation that I fooled around with some of my patients has hurt you deeply. I need to hear this to help me cope with my own guilt."

"Okay then! I reached out the hand closest to him and I began to stroke his ... err, his thing ... err, his penis. I don't know why I did, I don't think I thought about wanting to do it. My hand just suddenly started stroking him, like it had a mind of its own. He looked like he enjoyed it."

"I'll bet he did, I've always liked the feel of your hand on my cock."

"I ran my fingers up and down and around, sort of in awe of how stiff it was, a young and virile body. Some of that clear juice started to ooze from the tip of it. I pulled my hand away ... even though he boasted about how good he was at lasting, I didn't want to be responsible for him coming before we were ready, but little did I know then how long he could go on for. So when I stopped, he sat down on the side of the bed, exactly how you are now ... and he leaned forward and started kissing me – on the mouth."

"Still hadn't tried to undress you?"

"No, I felt like maybe he didn't want to see my fifty-year-old body, I was becoming very self-conscious. But his kissing was good, very good ... open mouths, lots of tongue. Then, when it went on for so long that our lips started to become swollen, he moved to my neck. That's when he gave me those love bites you can see. I was really starting to float by then. I don't think I ever thought that I might resist him, but by now, there was no way I could. I figured that if he didn't undress me soon, I was going to tear my own clothes off. Fortunately, that wasn't necessary. While his mouth worked on my neck, I felt him unbuttoning my blouse. We were both lucky that my bra had a front clasp between the cups, I undid that for him."

"So it wasn't just wham, bam ... he was into foreplay."

"Even more than you, James. His mouth moved to my breasts and he spent ages working over each nipple. God, it felt good ... he was as good as you at that."

My insecurities were nagging me ... was that true or just something that she thought I might want to hear?

"While his mouth was sucking and licking my breasts, I could feel his hands wandering lower, down to the bottom of my dress on the outside ... then up under, his fingers were tender on my thighs. Damn it, he was good. That's when he got to touch me right there, through my panties. I told you how wet they were, he even commented on that. Stopped kissing my breasts to tell me how soaked I was ... they were the first words he'd said since he'd told me 'You want it' downstairs. Oh God, at that stage, I wanted it so badly. I was starting to get frustrated at how long it was taking to get his penis into me."

Was this really my conservative wife relating these carnal thoughts?

"He seemed to take an eternity to get my panties off, but at last he did. When he held those wet panties in his hand, that's when I was so embarrassed at how tatty and shabby they were."

"What about your skirt, was that still on?"

"No, he slid that off just before the panties went."

"So now you were naked?"

"Yes at last! That's when he got up on the bed and moved between my legs and then it started. Listen, I don't know how I got to be giving you a piece by piece description of all this. Let's just say that he did it to me ... for a very long time."

"And you loved it?"

"I loved most of it. He was so very good at doing it, and he had all these different positions. He would do it one way until I fully came ... I mean, real orgasms. Then, he would wait for me to calm down, then he'd move us into another position and he'd start doing it into me all over again. It wouldn't take long and I'd be a throbbing mess once more ... boom, crash! So he'd wait for a while again, then he'd shuffle us both into another position and away he'd go again. Sometimes, he was on top, sometimes I was, sometimes we were on our sides, sometimes facing each other and sometimes not. It didn't matter, he could make me cum in every single position. Yet he never looked like coming himself. As good as it was ... no, as great as it was ... I have to admit that I was becoming frustrated. I loved all the orgasms, but after a while, you just want the man to cum with you so you can hug him and hold him and be hugged and held ... even if he's not your husband. But Geoffrey was like a machine, I was scared he was never going to stop. So I was thankful when that girl appeared and made him cum. He wasn't happy for it to end that way, but I was relieved to at last feel his cum filling me."

How sexual my wife had become. Instead of telling me that she was glad it was over, she actually said 'relieved to at last feel his cum filling me.'

"So are you ready to go home now?"

"Is that what you want, James?"

"Yes, I think I'm ready."

"Do you really want to go home with a wife who just cheated on you?"

"Yes I do, I guess I had it coming. Shall we go?" I stood up from the bed, looking down at my wife as she still lay with her legs splayed obscenely.

"No, I don't think I'm ready to go, how about we stay over till the morning?"

I didn't see that coming, it was like she had punched me in the stomach. Why, for God's sake, would she want to stay over?

"Surely you're not finished with Beverley yet," asked my wife, "Wouldn't you and she like to have another go?" What was she saying, encouraging me to be with my attorney once more? Little did she know that I would have to push Michelle out of bed to get to Beverley.

"No, I'm content, I'd really like to take you home now to our own bed."

"I don't think so. Don't be offended, James, I do still love you. But I thought that I'd wait until Geoffrey wakes up and let him have me again. Only this time I won't complain about how long it's taking. He can just keep doing me until he's ready to finish."

I was stunned, "But you said that you wanted it over, that you were frustrated that he wouldn't come, scared it would keep going on and on."

"I think I might have been hasty ... I got a bit anxious, I didn't realise how good he was until he stopped. I'm ready for more now, I'm only recalling the good bits, all those orgasms."

I was searching for reasons for her not to, "But you said how sore you were. Surely you couldn't take him pounding into you over and over?"

"I'd like to try again ... I think I will. Go on James, you go back to Beverley, I'll be okay. Let's stay the night and we'll meet downstairs in the morning, have some breakfast together, okay?"

"But we weren't invited to stay the night?"

"I was James, I was! When Beverley was working on me to try out Geoffrey, she said I could stay all night with him. I've decided now I will."

"I'll go tell Beverley the good news," I said without conviction and turned to walk to the door. I was still naked, had been the entire time that I was sitting on the bed beside my equally naked wife – and the sleeping Geoffrey. I turned and gave one long last look at my wife who had by now rolled over to cuddle into the back of Geoffrey, her left leg thrown over his, straddling him. This was a sight I had never expected to see.

Chapter 26

I went back down the deserted hallway and turned into Beverley's master bedroom. There was again girl-girl activity on the bed. My attorney was stretched out, arms and legs wide as if forming a star shape. Her pa was bent over between her legs, slurping on her boss' pubic region. Judging by the sounds coming from Beverley, Michelle was hitting all the right spots.

I decided to stand at the end of the bed and watch ... to see Beverley's face reflect the satisfaction she was deriving from her pa's magic tongue, and watch from only two feet away, the exposed spread arse cheeks of Michelle as she bent over her boss. That tiny anus was gaping slightly and invitingly – it had been a while since my introduction to anal from the patient Victoria. I knew I was no chance to get in the arse of this young woman, given her lesbian tendencies, but I could look and I could dream, couldn't I?

My cock had found nothing to get excited about while talking to my wife about her exchange with the young stud and his tantric sex. But now, it stiffened as I stared intently at Michelle's arse, moving in time with her mouth's licking of her boss. I could even see some of her pubis as she bent forward over Beverley. I dared to step in closer and stretched my hand forward for my fingers to fondle her intimately, caressing the inner cheeks of her arse and running my fingertips perilously close to her tiny anus.

Michelle jumped at my soft touch, but whether she thought it was her boss – with the longest arms imaginable to reach her arse - or realised it was me and didn't care, she made a swooning sound that suggested no objection. I sat down on the bottom of the bed and continued my touch, never quite reaching her anal target, but teasing her smooth tender skin with my soft gentle fingers.

From further up the bed, Beverley's gasps and moans told Michelle and I that a climax was near and the younger woman obviously intensified her efforts to push her boss over the top into a frenetic orgasm that included body humping and hair tugging – Michelle's, that is.

When all went quiet, Michelle finally detached her lips from her boss' clitoris and slowly turned around to face me, my hand dislodging from her arse cheeks in the process, "Oh, you're back!" Her demeanour to me was more pleasant than it had been at any time on this day.

Beverley had heard Michelle speak to me and opened dreamy eyes to see what was happening, "Oh doctor, are you still here?"

"Kind of looks that way, doesn't it?" I answered.

"Felt that way too, Beverley, he was feeling up my arse while I was kissing you," said Michelle, giving me up to her boss.

"That won't get you very far, doctor ... I thought you would have got the drift by now that Michelle is not even bi like me. She is hard-core lesbian and loving it."

"You can't blame a man for trying, all lesbians must know what a challenge they present for us hetero guys."

"So is that the reason you're still here, doctor?" asked Beverley, sounding like she may have lost interest in me by now.

"To tell you the truth, my wife has become so besotted with Geoffrey and his tantric sex, that she wants to stay till morning."

"Oh damn, I'm sorry about that, doc! Does it upset you?"

"Yeah, pisses me off a bit."

"Well, it is a working day tomorrow and I am in the Supreme Court, and it's no piddling matter that I'm defending. I need my sleep, so if you're staying, you're gonna have to be quiet. But look, my precious Michelle here has made me very wet now and you look like you've got a boner back, so would you like one last bit of action before I close your file?"

Michelle had thoughtfully moved away from between Beverley's legs at her boss' suggestion, so my attorney was wantonly spread out before me. I only had to shuffle a few feet and I would be between her legs. "That was such a warm invitation ... but why not, I didn't really get to appreciate the first one?"

"Maybe you'll be better at it this time," she replied sarcastically, chipping away at my confidence yet again.

I made the move, edging past Michelle until my knees were between Beverley's knees. I lowered my now rampant cock and nosed it into the groove of her spread and very wet labia.

"Umm! Feels better already," my attorney enthused.

Beverley was very wet, her labia lips spread wide, revealing all the shink pink bits and I was restored to horny again. Is it that my attorney is a very desirable woman? Yes she is!

Or maybe that I am concentrating my erotic thoughts and my arousal fully on this woman because I didn't want to think of my previously loyal and trusting wife lying entangled with a young stud half her age. Geoffrey would wake again soon and subject her to an hour of tantric sex that she claimed she would enjoy. I didn't want to think that was possible.

So I lined up my cock-head at Beverley's vaginal opening and I thrust hard into her, driving half my length into her. She grunted from the force of my effort, but she did not protest, instead throwing her arms around my shoulders and locking her ankles behind my calves.

"Something tells me this is going to be what I expected from you to the first time," she told me. Directing her next comment to Michelle, who had slid up the bed alongside us in search of a better view, "Watch and learn, my precious Michelle."

"Yes, there could be hope for you with men yet," I told Michelle in a short but snappy chauvinistic rant. Then I steadied my body over Beverley's and thrust hard again, this time seating my erection all the way up inside her warm velvet lining. "Aah, this is heaven!" I told both women.

There was no need for waiting, the lady was all juiced up and I was rock hard stiff. I needed to keep the mental pictures of my naked wife, lying alongside Geoffrey, out of my thought process right now. I began to pull my erection nearly all the way back ... then hold there with only the tip clinging to Beverley's vagina's grip before plunging all the way back home.

The real me was back, the confident lover that had pleased several of my willing patients ... and who had given a baby to Natalie in the process. I pushed my hard cock into Beverley's tight vagina with purpose and arousal. Already, I could hear her breathing starting to climb the walls and knew that her orgasm would not be far behind.

I had disgraced my reputation the first time, coming cheaply and I was determined that I wouldn't fail again. Her strident loud gasps telegraphed the arrival of an intense orgasm that only made her arms and legs grip me tighter to her hot body. I was able to slow my pace while looking down on this beautiful woman, recognising that I was indeed a lucky man to get to put it to Beverley while my wife lay in another man's arms in an adjacent room.

"Oh Michelle," Beverley wailed, turning her head to her right to look into her pa's eyes while I maintained my steady pace into my attorney's vagina. "As nice as our tongues feel to each other, nothing can beat a man's hard cock driving in. You don't know what you're missing, girl."

I quickened the pace once again and was detached enough from an early finish to watch the beautiful face of this delightful woman as I cranked her libido up to overdrive and pushed her body toward a second intense orgasm. 

Her warm body exploded beneath me again, a willing participant in my carnal pursuit of her body. She came with a resounding climax, loudly voicing her enthusiasm for good sex, me ... even all males generally ... finally exhorting her timid pa, "You must try this with a man, Michelle. Forget virginity, it's not all it's cracked up to be!"

My own climax had been bubbling just beneath the surface, I could feel my packages of semen preparing to leave my balls. A dilemma arose, but one that I was sure I could handle. My attorney appeared to be quite multi-orgasmic. I figured that I might be able to push on – holding back my own – until giving her a third massive Big O. But I knew it was risky. She had become a wild participant, wriggling her lower body around underneath me, trying to shake my cum out of my balls before I was ready.

Against my better judgement and unwilling to leave Beverley hovering just before a crest, I pushed hard into this hot body, spewing forth my cum. I had chosen the quick finish to ride on the tail of her second orgasm, spilling surge after surge of my cum into her clasping vagina. Our bodies sagged and the pulsing of each continued the pleasure in the other.

As I drifted so near to sleep while still joined, her body shifted around beneath me. "That was well worth you staying for ... and me staying awake for. But you better let me sleep now?" she told me, indicating that the sex was definitely over as far as she was concerned. I eased my still seeping, flaccid cock from her tight sheath, eliciting one final long sigh from the woman beneath me.




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 07



My body hovered above Beverley's after dismounting as I looked around me to see if there was room for me to slumber with the two ladies. Would I even be welcome in their bed? Despite her craving sleep, my attorney must have seen my predicament and rolled away to one side, allowing me to fill the space she had just vacated, lying between these two very desirable young women.

I dropped my now tired body to the bed and rolled on my side to spoon into Beverley's back. As soon as I had done that, to my surprise, I felt the hot younger body of Michelle spoon into my back, making me the meat in the sandwich this time. The hot young pa ran her hand up over my naked right hip, moving along my arms to my shoulders. What was this? Was the supposed lesbian showing some interest in me? Her fingers squeezed between her boss' back and my chest and tweaked my right nipple while her naked hot mons seemed to push hard against my bare arse ... definitely two sexual gestures.

Encouraged, I turned my head around to smile in her direction, but her hand came up from my chest and pushed my face away, back toward the back of Beverley's head. She whispered in my ear, "Sorry doctor, don't get the wrong idea. It's just that watching you and Beverley doing it was a huge turn-on ... but don't think that I want you because of it."

I was trying to formulate something clever and witty to reply to the young 20-something, but Beverley's voice stopped us both short, "Shush you two, I'm trying to sleep. If you want to talk, then get out of my bed and go downstairs."

Michelle and I fell silent, like chastened children having received a parental lecture. My now limp and still wet cock was squashed into the crease of Beverley's arse while at my own arse, I could feel the heat of Michelle's mons pressed hard against me.

I don't think that the three of us moved for hours ... although I wouldn't know ... I slept soundly. When I did wake in the early hours, I found that sometime in our sleep, Beverley and I had rolled over, so that my attorney was now spooning into my back and I was facing Michelle, who had not rolled over. In spite of my having cum twice this night, I had quite a half-mast erection that was pressed into the inverted vee of the young pa's crotch. How had I reached such a compromising position with the confessed lesbian? Had she separated her thighs to allow my cock to slip between them or had my villain insinuated itself there of its own accord? The latter option seemed unlikely if Michelle's thighs were clamped together.

Whatever had put my cock in this position, I would not concede territory willingly. It felt to me like the top side of my cock was nestled in between her spread labia lips. How had they opened up enough for my cock to work its way between them? God, it was hot there, and seemed to be wet too, her heat stirring my cock. Did she know, or even care, how dangerously close to her inner workings I was?

I was fully awake now and staring at her closed eyes, trying to determine if she might be feigning sleep. She didn't seem to be, so I thrust my hips at hers, pushing my semi-hard cock along the open ridge of her pubes. She whimpered in her sleep and I sucked in an expressive intake of breath as my cock slid in the wet lining of her vaginal opening.

Why was I even doing this? I was old enough and mature enough to know that fully committed lesbians could not be lured over to hetero sex. Nevertheless, her wet opening felt so hot that I pushed again.

"Careful what you wish for," it was Michelle's voice mumbling from her apparent sleep, her eyes opening sufficiently to see that it was me – a mere male – who had somehow placed his bulging penis in such a position as to pose a threat to her sexuality.

"What do you think you're doing, doctor?"

I figured that we both knew what I was doing. I had no restraint on finding myself in this position, so it would be up to her to push me away. "I was asleep, so I don't know how I got here. But wild horses will be needed to drag me away. Your warm body feels beautiful and so inviting, Michelle?"

She ignored my compliment, "Doctor, do you think it's possible that I might be bi rather than gay?"

Her question caught me totally by surprise, "Anything is possible, my dear. Why have you always believed that you're a full-blooded lesbian?"

"Only that I mainly liked girls from my earliest days in high school."

"What has been your opinion of boys since your school days?"

"I've never had much time for them ... but I don't actually hate them. I've just been indifferent."

"Michelle, have you ever had any relationship with a guy?"

"Not a sexual one, but yes, over the past two years, my best friend at university has been a guy. It's just that neither of us has ever had any inclination to even try to have sex."

"And why are you querying it now?"

I was still pushing my cock very slowly up and down within her slippery channel just outside her vaginal opening. "Because what you're doing feels very, very nice." I watched her beautiful face and she closed her eyes, seemingly to better appreciate the pleasure that was running through both our bodies. "And Beverley is my idol, I love everything about her ... her career and her sex life. I so want to be like her. Sexually, she is bi ... and I want to be bi too. I don't want to be a lesbian."

"Wow, that's a big call, to discover that now at ... what are you ... about twenty-three?"

"Twenty-two, doctor, another two years of legal studies, although I am already indentured to Beverley."

"So here you are, 22 and never had sex with a boy or a man. It sounds like maybe you want to." I pushed my cock through her slippery labia channel again as I put the suggestion, hopeful, but not expecting this manoeuvre would succeed.

"I think that I do. It's just that I'm very nervous about taking the step. It's going to hurt, isn't it?"

"I'm told that it does a little, but it's mild compared to childbirth. Everything's relative, Michelle."

She closed her eyes again, acknowledging another sliding thrust that was obviously delivering considerable pleasure to her, judging by her facial expressions. "Would you do it, doctor? Would you take my virginity for me?"

Would I what? How lucky could I be to find myself in this bed on this night? But if she was asking me because I was a doctor ... a professional man, then I had to curb my enthusiasm just a bit.

She continued, "I was talking to that patient of yours who came along to give character evidence for you."

"Oh, you mean Victoria," now I was suddenly worried about Victoria blabbing away about how I had helped fix her daughter's botched deflowering from the girl's boyfriend.

"Yes, Victoria said how kind and patient you were with her daughter."

"Michelle, kind and patient I might have been, but I didn't use my cock to take her virginity. Her boyfriend had already started that, it's just that he didn't manage to finish the job."

"That's why I wanted to ask you to help me. I don't want some clumsy guy only half doing the job. A doctor would be perfect, because you know how all that stuff really works. Please doctor, could you do it for me?"

I needed to attempt to appear ethical, although I guess all three of us in this bed knew my ethics had slipped lately. "You're not a patient of mine, Michelle. And besides, deflowering a virgin is not one of the regular things my patients come to me for."

She opened her eyes much wider, "Doctor, I'm not talking about coming to your surgery to have it done. I want you to do it right now, as a lover, not a doctor."

"Jesus!" I was stunned ... I didn't see that coming. "Are you sure, this is all very hasty for such a big decision."

"Don't give me that bull shit, doctor. You older people still put a certain value on virginity, but to young people today, it's no big deal."

My previously half-mast cock had fully stiffened from the moment she said to me 'I want you to do it right now, as a lover'. I was rock hard again, my best erection of the night. The young stud, Geoffrey was probably about to give it to my wife for a long time again ... if he hadn't already woken and started. But suddenly, I didn't care. This beautiful young woman, thirty years younger than me and a clone of my beautiful lawyer, was asking me to jump her bones and take away that precious barrier across which all females cross into womanhood.

Me, Dr James Martin, had craved the chance to do it for real to Victoria's daughter, but I had to be content with using a medical implement. Now that this delightful young woman had bestowed a second chance on me, I was not about to pass this up. I hesitated for a moment, wondering what Beverley would say. Then I needed to hesitate a bit longer, wondering what my wife would say.

Damn it, who cares what any of them say? They're not in my shoes right now ... an ageing doctor who is flirting with my medical career almost every week as I play around with my female patients. Now I have a rare chance to do what a great many men will never get to experience ... deflower a willing virgin.

"So are you ready?" I asked Michelle, catching her by surprise.

"You're gonna do it?" a warm smile on her face, eager but with a touch of concern there too.

"Sure, you asked me to. I am honoured you chose me and I would like nothing better than to be the one."

"Are you gonna do it straight away ... like right now?"

"If that's what you want."

"Oh shit, now I'm nervous."

Before Michelle could give it any more thought, I rolled us both over so that she was on her back and I hovered above her, my legs between hers, my hard cock still tucked into the groove of her spread labia lips.

"Oh shit, we're really gonna do it," she was nervously looking up into my eyes.

"What, are you changing your mind now?"

"No, no, don't get me wrong. I really do want to. I just didn't expect it to happen so quickly."

"You're ready, Michelle, believe me, you are so wet. I'm just going to slide right into you."

"Oh I hope so, I don't want it to hurt. Can you make sure it doesn't hurt?"

"I told you before, Michelle, there will be some pain. I will try to keep it down, but don't expect that you won't feel any pain ... because you will."

"Oh no, don't scare me, doctor."

"So, are you ready?"

I could feel her body tense beneath me, she needed to be told, "You're gonna have to relax or I won't be able to get up inside you. Now, let everything go limp, unclench!"

I felt her loosen up a bit. I also knew that it would not be for long. As soon as I began to push, she would tense up again. It was a natural reaction. I looked down into eyes that were darting about nervously. I smiled to her, attempting to relax her that way. I even dropped my face down and kissed her. Just as our lips touched, I struck quickly, catching her off guard. My hard-on pushed steadily into her, getting in about a third of the way until my cock-head touched her intact hymen, halting my progress.

"Oohh!" she muttered as her face screwed up in pain from my cock running into her vagina's obstruction. "Ooh Jesus, that did hurt!"

"I'm sorry honey, but there will be some pain."

I felt the bed move beside me. My attorney – Michelle's boss – was waking up. Going on what she told us before she dropped asleep, she would be pissed. I turned to see Beverley's eyes open and she tried to focus on the image of me with my straightened arms holding my body up while Michelle lay beneath me, looking up expectantly but with some fear in her eyes.

"What the fuck is going on? What are you two doing? Shit, get off her doctor ... I told you before she's gay."

The young pa answered for me, "No, I don't think I am, Beverley."

"What do you mean? Of course you are, Michelle."

"No, I've had my doubts for some time. I think I'm like you, I think I'm bi."

"Oh, for God's sake, get a life, Michelle. You're always claiming to be like me."

"This time, I really am ... I'm sure of it. Look, the doctor's got a good erection ... and I want it so badly. Beverley, so bad that I'm willing to put up with this pain."

"Oh shit, that's right ... you're a virgin, aren't you?"

"Another minute and you could have said was a virgin."

Beverley cast her eyes down over our naked bodies lying next to her, then back up again. "Oh shit, my sheets! Don't get blood on my satin sheets."

What a time to come up with that! Here I was, poised for entry into this beautiful young woman's body. 

The attorney leapt out of bed and rushed into the bathroom, scurrying back with a towel that she folded and then pushed under Michelle's arse. "Lift up, darling!" she told her pa.

I observed that Michelle seemed distracted by the incident with the towel and by her conversation with her boss. I seized the moment and eased my hard-on just a little way out until only the head clung between the tight lips of this virgin vagina. Then, just as she was lowering her perfect arse back down onto the towel, I steadied and thrust very hard. My erection pushed at the rubbery hymen and it must have partially torn as I felt my cock-head nudge in a little deeper.

"Oh shit!" squealed Michelle, her fingernails digging into my back in reaction. I eased back out just an inch to help her recover. "Doctor, I don't know about this, maybe I was a bit hasty. Can we perhaps try it again some other time?"

Beverley was quick to answer for me, "Michelle, you can't do that to a man. You have to hang in there and go through with this. You don't lead a man on, let him think that you want it ... then back off when you get cold feet. The good doctor here would be fighting now to hold back his cum ... and he's doing all this for you."

"But it hurts," Michelle said softly in a girlish whimper.

"So what, it won't hurt for long. God help you if you ever have a baby."

The younger woman sniffled, "Okay!"

I bent down and kissed Michelle quite passionately, not wanting to give her any unnecessary discomfort but appreciating Beverley's support. The kiss seemed to be working, I could feel the young pa wriggling her lower torso around, even clamping the muscles around her vagina on my tip.

I picked the moment and thrust hard again ... this time my erection seemed to break fully through her defiant hymen. She screamed out briefly, irritating her boss who muttered "Oh for God's sake!"

"Well, it hurt, Beverley," Michelle had felt the need to reply.

"I think I liked you better as a lesbian," said Beverley cruelly.

"Ignore her," I told the woman beneath me who looked to be tearing up, "She's only jealous!" as I felt my hard tip pushing into previously untouched territory inside Michelle. She was so tight, but wet too. Using little mini thrusts, I finally managed to get my entire length into her vagina.

"Oh God, is that it? It feels like you're completely inside me now ... have I got it all?"

I bent my head down to kiss her passionately again, "Yes, you've got it all, Michelle."

"Thank God for that," the exasperated voice of Beverley came from alongside of us. "Maybe I can get back to sleep now."

My attorney might be drifting back asleep, but my job had only just begun with her pa. I had successfully deflowered my virgin bedmate, but now I needed to complete her first genuine male/female fuck.

I have to tell you that I made it a very slow process. I waited for several minutes with my hard-on wedged tightly inside her vagina, just allowing my cock to twitch inside her passage. She began to give me responding signals by learning to clamp her muscles tightly around my intruding cock.

When she seemed to have relaxed sufficiently, I eased my cock-head all the way back, almost out, and then started the ever so slow thrusts that would introduce the 22 year old to hetero sex. For me, it was a mind-blowing experience, coming at my age. While there have probably been greater individual fucks in my life, my time inside this young woman will go down as one of the most memorable.

I would like to go on and proclaim it was a fairytale finish as Michelle's body responded in lots of orgasms. But in reality, a young woman's first time doesn't always work the way we would like. Even when I began to increase the pace of my driving thrusts inside her, Michelle still found it a bit painful on her tender inner lining. Her tight passage having waited 22 years for this, she would find that it may take some time to adjust to full-blown sex with a man.

As for me, the tight slickness of her passage drove my libido to new heights. When I could see that she was unlikely to settle down enough to allow her body to respond naturally, I let myself go and enjoyed those last few hard-driving thrusts where you can feel that coming is inevitable. It is now a matter of just trying to maximise the strokes and then lie there and revel in the sensations that rush through your body from head to toes as your cock spasms into the willing woman.

"Wow!" she said, looking up at me as my head cleared and my eyes opened. I could again gaze upon the beautiful young woman that lay spread out on the bed beneath me, her hair matted and wet from the exertions that we had just both put our bodies through.

"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned.

She smiled warmly, "I'm great! Thank you so much for introducing my body to that."

"It will be better next time ... and the time after ... and so on. I would have loved for you to cum too, but there is a fair bit for a woman's body to adjust to."

She lifted a finger up to my lips, "Shush, I wasn't expecting to cum. You did it just right. It did hurt, but not too much. I'm so glad it's over ... and that it was with you ... you're so kind and gentle, doctor."

Despite my having cum three times through the night and surviving the trauma of hearing my wife's first adulterous adventure with the young tantric stud, my cock remained at about a third stiffness. It was worth keeping myself inside the tight carnal confines of this lovely young woman, who was less than half my age. I rolled us both over onto our sides.

Chapter 27

Sleep came easily to both of us and we did not disturb the older Beverley again. In fact, it was my attorney running a shower that woke me around 7.30am. Michelle still slept peacefully, our bodies together, my arms thrown around her back to keep her breasts mashed against my chest, her pubis up against my now dormant cock.

Over Michelle's shoulder, I saw Beverley appear, cleansed, from the bathroom, totally nude and unashamed. My cock jumped at the sight and nudged against Michelle, revealing to me that it was sticky and probably quite messy down there. I guessed that there would be some virginal blood mixed with the remnants of our juices.

Beverley saw my eyes watching her and approached the bed, allowing me to openly take in her ample breasts, her thin waist, the tight indentation in her pubis where my cock had penetrated earlier last night. Her body was indeed nearly flawless.

"I'd say you had a very good time, doctor?" she suggested.

I nodded, reluctant to speak for fear of waking Michelle.

"Don't worry about waking her, she has to get up, I need her to come to work with me. I am truly quite amazed, doctor ... how did you persuade her to give up her virginity to you?"

"It was her idea, I just became her source to do it."

"You are indeed a horny man, no wonder you got into strife with your patients. I'm guessing that you may need my services again some time. I don't wish you any bad luck with your indiscretions with patients, but I hope I do see you again ... you're a lot of fun."

"Thank you Beverley, I must say that you're a very unusual attorney, but I loved every minute of being with you." My voice so close to Michelle's ear caused her to stir awake. She opened one eye, taking in my face and recognition returned quickly to her, recalling what I had done with her body in the past few hours.




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 07



"Hi doctor, I guess I'm really a woman now, thanks to you."

"It was a lot of fun being able to share that moment with you, Michelle. The ideal now would be that we would do it again and this time the bells would ring and you'd cum big time. But regrettably, I am all shagged out after last night and your boss is waiting for you to go to work with her."

"Oh shit, work is the last thing I feel like." She rolled away from me onto her back and saw her boss standing by the bed behind her, still totally nude. "Oh, hi Beverley, what's up? Do you want me to go down on you?"

It sounded like Michelle knew her place, ever ready to service her boss sexually as well as offer legal work support.

"Thanks Michelle, as tempting as that sounds, we must get to work. I have a big case to try today, we're due in court at ten. Come on sweetie, go jump in the shower."

Michelle threw the sheets back, revealing her equally naked body, a perfect younger replica of Beverley's. As Michelle eased her body up, it became obvious that the towel had been necessary to protect my attorney's satin sheets. There were smears of Michelle's virginal blood from the breaking of her hymen on the towel, on my cock and through my pubic hair and on Michelle's pubis and upper inner thighs.

"Ooh, I'm in a bit of a mess, is that all mine?"

"Yes it is," I confirmed, my eyes now diverted back to Beverley who had walked across to her dresser and was putting on her lingerie. I watched as she pulled her panties up over her knees and thighs, letting them hug her mons and arse. A naked woman putting on her sexiest undergarments was nearly as alluring as one taking it off.

Michelle must have seen where my attention had gone and decided to return it to her. She stood alongside the bed, naked, "Come and share a shower with me, doctor. I'll help you get my blood off you."

"No, not a good idea," came Beverley's voice as she turned from the dresser, now clad only in black bra and panties. "Michelle, I really need to get away in twenty minutes."

But Michelle wasn't listening to her boss and her beautiful young face gave an I win smile when she saw me clamber from the bed and take her hand to move toward the bathroom.

She turned the shower on while I peed into the toilet and then followed her into the shower stall. She already had the soap and she washed my cock and balls affectionately. There was some reaction but I knew that it would take time and I didn't want to incur Beverley's wrath anymore.

The young legal pa soaped my chest and back and under my arms before I took the soap from her and began to wash between her thighs. Both of my hands worked fast and in different areas. The one at her pubis that delved into her newly opened vagina found her to be flinching at the soreness inside. But my soapy finger that played with her tiny anus had more success when it gently pushed inside, drawing an expressive gasp from young Michelle, who threw her arms around my neck and clung to me.

My hand that had been at her vagina retreated to the outside and I swiped a finger over her emerging clitoris, drawing another loud gasp from her. I maintained the finger inside her anus, plunging it in and out while the fingers on my left hand swirled around her clit. Her breathing quickened and her lips claimed mine, her tongue seeking out my own in a passionate open-mouthed kiss.

Aware of the tight deadline that Beverley had set us, I didn't waste time on teasing Michelle's body with foreplay ... instead setting my fingers on a mission that brought on the speediest orgasm for Michelle. With the shower water tumbling over our enfolded hot bodies, my fingers delivered a fast and furious climax to the young woman, whose body trembled and vibrated around me, her arms tight around my neck as she clung to my body.

I gently eased her exhausted body back against the shower wall and she stared at me, open-mouthed and through slitted eyes as her breathing slowly came down from her sexual peak. "What a gorgeous way to start the day ... thank you, doctor."

I retrieved my fingers from her intimate parts and grabbed the soap for a final quick wash of my legs and feet that had been neglected when Michelle was working on me. I looked back at her, still slumped against the shower wall, "Are you going to be okay?"

"Are you kidding, I'm going to have a great day!"

I retreated from the shower, leaving her to finish her soaping. I figured that she might have needed to wash her hair now that I had looked after all the good bits. I found a towel and dried myself off, then returned to the bedroom. Beverley had disappeared and I found my clothes and dressed. 

Michelle finally appeared from the bathroom, still totally nude, a picture of intense temptation whenever I saw her. "I'll see you downstairs," I told her, getting out of the bedroom before I succumbed to trying to raise an erection from my overworked cock.

I went downstairs and found the kitchen. Beverley was standing while she drank a cup of coffee, looking very impatient. "What have you done with her, doctor? We have to be going. I don't like that satisfied look on your face, you didn't get up to anything in the shower, did you? You know I'm on a tight schedule today."

"I just masturbated her to a quick cum," I admitted proudly. "She needed it!"

"That was your medical assessment, I suppose?"

"Of course!"

"Well, I could have done with that too, did that ever occur to you?"

"I am here to help," I said, moving toward her.

"Not here in the kitchen, for God's sake!"

"Have fingers, will travel ... where would you like me to do it?"

"Damn you, I really don't have time," she said in an exasperated tone and I saw her eyes diverted to look over my shoulder. 

I turned to see the young stud, Geoffrey enter the kitchen, my demeanour changing immediately. I know that I had no right, given my own long list of extra-marital conquests, but I really disliked this young man who had last night introduced my wife to the adulterous life I already enjoyed.

Geoffrey beat me to the hot coffee, so rather than stand alongside him and enter into some meaningless banter, I stepped across to the kitchen table and took a seat.

Beverley and Geoffrey had a short conversation, almost whispered, and I wondered if she was checking on his nocturnal efforts with my wife. Michelle came into the kitchen and made a beeline for the spot where I sat at the table. She was now immaculately dressed ... she looked the part of the legal aide and would turn heads today in court, I was sure.

Did Michelle look to have an extra glow about her that wasn't there yesterday? Could that have been the loss of her virginity and the flowering into a woman that occurred at my hands in the early hours of this morning? She plonked herself down on my lap and threw her arms around my neck. Her head so close to mine, she said, "Thank you, thank you and thank you, doctor. I had a great experience with you ... and after what you just did for me in the shower, I can face the day now, even without much sleep."

Then she kissed me, again with the passion and the tongues. When she pulled away and swiftly got to her feet, I saw my wife standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Damn, she didn't need to see that. My wife didn't seem to react, as I would normally have expected she would on finding a 22-year-old woman sitting on my lap, tongue-kissing me.

My wife didn't walk into the room, she shuffled, moving quite slowly. I wondered if she was okay, she didn't look it. "Are you all right?" I queried.

She nodded an affirmative as she stole a glance across at Beverley and the young man, Geoffrey. Although it had hurt me to hear her talk last night of being pleasured so much by another man, I was nevertheless anxious to hear how she felt about the situation this morning. After Geoffrey's first sex marathon with her, had he repeated his weird tantric sex thing with her this morning?

My wife eventually made it to the table with her tentative small steps and pulled out a chair. She eased herself into it like every move she made was uncomfortable ... not just walking but even the act of sitting down.

"Can I get you something?" I asked.

"A coffee would be good, honey," she said and I was relieved that she was still using one of her words of endearment for me.

I rose and walked over to the coffee maker. Beverley and Geoffrey had moved on and it seemed they had left the kitchen – and maybe even the house - without any parting acknowledgment to my wife and I. Michelle had just finished pouring herself a cup. She affectionately touched my arm as she made room for me to pour two cups. I wondered if my wife had seen that gesture, although it wasn't any worse than the passionate kiss she had witnessed on coming into the kitchen.

Michelle moved away and I heard her stop to speak to my wife as I poured out the coffee. "You are very fortunate, Mrs Martin, you have a wonderful man for a husband ... I hope you appreciate him."

I didn't expect that my wife wanted to hear an endorsement of me from a young woman of Michelle's age and beauty right now. But she was polite back to Michelle, "Thanks dear, I do know it and I do appreciate him, even if he does tend to share himself around a bit."

I spilled the hot coffee on my hand, "Shit!" I exclaimed and turned to see both my wife and Michelle looking at me. What an odd predicament, my loyal and devoted wife of thirty years, alongside the young woman whose virginity I had just taken. Could my life get any weirder?

I returned to the table with the two cups of coffee. Beverley reappeared at the doorway, "Come on Michelle, I know you are finding it hard to tear yourself away from your first man, but we have a court to be in." 

Well, thank you very much, Beverley. Too much detail there, now I was going to have to explain the first man bit to my wife when really I wanted to know what had happened to her with Geoffrey. Michelle obediently rose from the table and made a move as if to come over to kiss me again. But she must have thought better of it and instead gave me a sexy wink.

"You two can stay as long as you like," said Beverley to my wife and I. "Just lock the door behind you when you leave."

Abruptly, this strange threesome, that had such an impact on our lives last night, was gone. I turned to my wife, wondering who was going to start. She was sipping her hot coffee, so I took the ascendancy. "So honey, did you get to do it with Geoffrey again this morning?"

Her eyebrows raised up and I thought I saw a glint in her eyes above the coffee cup. I waited anxiously for her to put the cup down. She did, "Before I tell you ... that's if you really want to know ... what was that strange comment from Beverley about you being the young girl's first man?"

Uh oh! The truth of this past night was likely to sound like a fantasy, but here goes, "Michelle has never wanted to be with a man and thought she was a lesbian. She's been sleeping with Beverley, who is bi-sexual. But through the night, Michelle made the startling assessment that she could be bi too and not gay. She needed a man to test that theory for her, so she asked me to take her virginity."

"And you obliged ... so thoughtful of you, dear. And so simple, eh, you conveniently there on the spot and only doing what you were asked."

"Yes I was ... that's not to say that I didn't enjoy it."

"No, of course not. So last night, you had both Beverley and Michelle, is that right?"

My turn to sip my coffee now before I answered, "Yes I did!"

"You are quite remarkable, honey. How many women have there been, or aren't you keeping score?"

"I don't know, honey, I'm not counting."

"Or are there too many to count?" My wife was starting to sound bitter. I couldn't blame her, but I didn't like where this conversation was going.

"No, there's not too many. Honey, I have been faithful to you all through our marriage ... until only about a year or two ago. I started having these urges to do things with patients that didn't seem like they would complain. Most of it was just touching or licking them ... there's been very little full-on sex."

"So if you don't actually fuck them, it doesn't count ... is that right?" My wife didn't use the word fuck very often, so it was surprising to me to hear her say it now.

"Honey, I know I'm sounding like Bill Clinton, but I do only regard sexual penetration as adultery. Call me old fashioned!"

"Penetration is adultery, eh? Well, goodness knows where that leaves me after this past night." Thankfully, my wife appeared to be moving away from what I'd done to what she now had to come to grips with about herself. "Do you think you'll forgive me for what I've done with Geoffrey?"

"Depends on what you tell me you've done and whether you're going to forgive me for my mad moments."

"My forgiveness might depend on how many women and how many occasions I am having to include in my pardon." Shit, she was back onto me again. "You know, I overheard yesterday that you had been with that Victoria woman who came to give evidence. I heard her telling Natalie that you actually had sex with her in her arse. I can't believe that you would want to do that."

"It's something you never wanted to do, honey. I just happened to run into a woman who wanted to teach me all about it. You know me, I've always been eager to learn stuff."

"You are totally incorrigible, James and if we hadn't been together for so long, I don't believe our marriage would survive this. I don't want to pre-judge your reasoning for doing all these things to these women, but I am a sensible woman ... I can understand that sex between us has become quite boring. I probably didn't help matters by encouraging you to give Natalie a baby."

"Which I managed to do quite successfully," I boasted.

"Yes, yes! I agree. She does too ... I got a good chance to chat to her while we were at that tribunal room all day yesterday. She told me that you created a wonderful baby and she and her husband are deliriously happy parents. That was a good thing you did, James."

"So where do we go from here, honey? Are you about to tell me how your night with Geoffrey ended? You will recall that the last I saw and heard of you was you telling me that we were staying the night against my better judgement. You said you wanted more of the lad and his tantric sex ... did you get what you wanted?"

"Well James, I am still curious how you talked a young woman who thought she was a lesbian into giving up her virginity to an ageing man such as yourself. That would have to have been one of the best chat-up lines ever heard. But I guess I can wait to hear about that some other time. So what do you want to know about Geoffrey? Is he good at sex? Yes!" She uttered the last word breathlessly and her eyes gleamed as she sat next to me at Beverley's kitchen table.

"So you did get to do more with him this morning, just like you wanted?" I was probing because she was economic in detail so far.

"I certainly did, caught up on what I missed when that girl of yours – the virgin - cut the first time short."

"You say that like she was an annoyance, but Beverley and I only sent her in to stop him when you sounded like you couldn't take it anymore."

"James, you should know women – and particularly me – by now. We can probably be confusing creatures, we don't always say what we mean. Women often say no when they really mean 'go for it ... I can't wait'. Men have to not only listen for the word No, they have to listen to how genuinely it is expressed.

"So you would have preferred for us all to leave you alone when you were pleading with this kid to finish ... telling him that you couldn't take anymore."

"His ability to make love to a woman makes him a lot more than a kid. What right did you have to be listening to us anyway, James? I didn't intrude on you with Beverley and Michelle, much as it might have distressed me that you were with two such beautiful – and younger – women.

"I thought I was showing my concern for you, honey. In future, I will mind my own business."

"What makes you think that this sort of thing has a future with us. My time of going with another may have been totally fulfilled with one young man."

I didn't want to hear her say that. I didn't want to accept that this young stud could have pleasured her so totally.

"You're giving him a huge wrap, I can't believe one young man can be that good." I knew that my put-down of Geoffrey would taunt my wife ... I expected that she would hit back with her reasons why he was so good. Did I really want to hear this? I took a chance.

"Oh he is, James ... he truly is! I waited in that bed you found me in while Geoffrey slept. He slept most of the night, he was just so relaxed despite Michelle's intrusion into our first sex. I didn't sleep much at all, I lay there for hours, just reflecting back on how in charge he had been that first time. I couldn't believe a man so young could have such control of his body. No matter how active I was in bed with him ... no matter how much I cajoled him to cum with me ... he maintained a steady driving rhythm that pushed all my buttons ... yet he held back his cum."

"So I'm still waiting to hear how you got a second go with him?"

"I eventually managed to get a bit of sleep, somewhere about three I drifted off. Just before dawn – it must have been around five – I woke to find him kissing my breasts. I could feel his hard-on rubbing against my leg, he was right back up there again ... I'm talking really stiff and hard. I was so excited, James ... I had waited most of the night for this. He was masterful, his foreplay was slow to start, building gradually. He was kissing and touching every part of me except down there where it really mattered. I was starting to climb the wall, sexually speaking. I felt like I could cum any minute, yet neither his tongue, nor fingers, nor penis had touched any part of me down there."

"Were you moaning and breathing heavily by this time?"

"You better believe it, James, I could hear myself. When he bent down over me and lowered his face down between my legs ... and his tongue stretched out of his mouth and he painted it up over my clitoris, I exploded within ten seconds of his mouth touching me. You would know that I have never cum that quickly."

"So what are you saying?" I interjected, "...that I'm no good ... that I don't cut it."

"There you go, typical male, James. I didn't say you were no good ... you have always looked after me sexually, always made sure that I came ... and I've loved the way you do it. I am just telling you that this was different ... and for one night only, he was brilliant." She didn't wait for my bruised ego to mend. "So I had cum within seconds of his tongue touching me, then he rose up above me, looking so strong and powerful, and he put himself inside me again."

"Were you sore in there from the previous time?"

"Yes, I was actually, I was quite sore. I did think about telling him to pull out when I realised how sore I was inside. But then I thought how I had waited alongside him all night, waiting for him to wake up. It would be hardly worthwhile to have one quick orgasm off his tongue and then leave. I decided to grin and bear it and let him have his way ... I would put up with the discomfort."

"Didn't you even tell him how sore you were and how uncomfortable his fucking was?"

"Yes I did, I told him that right after he put himself inside me. He was so thoughtful, he offered to pull out and leave me alone. I did think about his offer, but not for long. I decided that I could make myself stand the soreness because I wanted to experience more of the orgasms I'd had the first time. I also didn't think it would be fair on him when I saw how big he was ... he needed to cum too."




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 08



Dr James Martin is your everyday dedicated general practitioner … the family doctor who has devoted a 25 year career to curing patients when they are sick. His only problem is that in the past two years, the good doctor has embarked upon his mid-life crisis, becoming very free with his hands and cock when treating his female patients. In spite of one of his patients filing a complaint, the Medical Tribunal has exonerated him and allowed him to continue in practice after a brilliant defence by the doctor's sexy attorney.

In Part 7, James and his wife have spent the night at his attorney's home, where the doctor deflowered a virgin, who thought she was gay, but ended up being bi -- and leaves her no longer virginal. The doctor's long-suffering wife has retaliated by enjoying a night in bed with the lawyer's handsome young assistant, Geoffrey, who practices tantric sex, with its multiple sexual positions and equally multiple orgasms.

Warning: I write stories with quite a lot of meaningful dialogue between the main characters, as well as some hot descriptions of people having mostly good sex … if any of this could offend you, better not read on. 

Chapter 28

After at last enjoying sex with my beautiful 30-something attorney, Beverley, then following it up in the same bed by taking the virginity of her 20-something pa, Michelle, how could I have a care in the world? You might wonder, but yes I did and my major concern was the state of my marriage and the well being of my 52-year-old wife, who had been introduced to multi-orgasmic sex by the lawyer's young assistant, Geoffrey.

I tried to engage my wife in conversation about the tantric sex episode several times in the week that followed, but she seemed reluctant to discuss any more of it with me. It wasn't so much the events of that night that I needed to discuss … we had already covered that at the time. What I really wanted to know was how her newly developed wider sexual awakening might manifest itself in the future.

After that night, I kept a closer eye on my wife. Why was she dressed up to go out, who was she seeing? From what I could see, nobody yet, least of all Geoffrey who had introduced her to tantric sex. One night about ten days after that momentous evening, my wife admitted to me that she had phoned Geoffrey, curious as to whether he might be up for a repeat performance. She conceded that he had rebuffed her, dismissing any prospect of seeing her again.

My wife said she was hurt by his attitude, but not entirely surprised. Realistically, she knew that the 20-something law cadet only spent the night with her -- a mature 52-year-old woman - to please his boss, my attorney Beverley.

So my next concern was whether my wife would wish to build on her sexual awakening by seeking another male, or males, for sex outside our marriage. I asked her straight out one night. She said that she had thought of it, but wouldn't know how to meet anyone. She even admitted that she had thought of both of us indulging in a wife swap (a mature age person's expression for swinging), but she said she wouldn't want to suggest it happening with any of our close friends.

I have to say that I was surprised at the latter suggestion. My staid, conservative wife would never have even mentioned wife swapping before I had started to act indiscreetly with some of my female patients. Clearly, I had brought this current dilemma on our marriage.

About one week after my wife's unexpected suggestion of wife swapping, I had a consultation with a female patient, in her early thirties. She looked apprehensive and nervous, so I attempted to put her at ease with a bit of my nonsense chatting and my winning bedside manner.

At last, she plucked up the courage to reveal "Doctor, I am having these terrible stomach cramps. I just got my period today, the cramps started yesterday."

"Have you ever had cramps with your periods before?"

"No, I never have. My girlfriends have always told me how lucky I am that I don't. So to suddenly get them now at my age sounded like there could be something wrong inside me … I thought I better come and see you."

"I will need to have a look at you then, Melanie. Go around behind the screen and take off everything below the waist please."

"Oh shit, is that the only way for you to check. As I said, I only started my period today, I could be a bit messy down there."

"I am a doctor, Melanie, that's what I have to contend with from time to time. Don't give it another thought, I'm used to it."

She did as I asked and went around behind the screen. I could hear her clothing being removed in the otherwise silent room and my cock stirred in my boxers as I tried to picture what each item was as I heard it fall. I busied myself at my desk, updating the patient notes. This was my first patient arousal in some weeks, and the first since the Tribunal cleared me to keep my medical practice.

When the room had again fallen silent, I stood up and moved around behind the screen. There she was, my patient Melissa, lying on her back on my examination table. She had picked up the top sheet that lay nearby and had draped it decorously over her lower body, from waist to knees. She still wore her white blouse on the top half of her body. Her dark shoulder-length hair was spread out on the white pillow. Melanie looked very desirable, this could become a very tempting consultation, in spite of her having her period.

I grabbed two disposable plastic gloves from the nearby box and pulled them on. I stood beside the table, alongside her thighs and lifted the sheet back, revealing her smooth skinned thighs, then her bare crotch, neatly shaved -- she took care of her appearance. The white string appearing from between her tight labia indicated she was a tampon woman, not a pad woman. I left the top sheet bunched at her waist and placed my two hands on her smooth flat belly.

"Do you actually have the cramps at this very moment, Melanie?"

"Yes, yes I do," she admitted as I began to exert pressure on various parts of her stomach and abdomen, testing for her reactions. She grunted at my touch on several strategic spots and I looked up to see her watching my face apprehensively, probably looking for me to show concern at her reactions.

"I guess you are carrying spare tampons in your purse, Melanie?"

"Yes!" she replied nervously.

"That's good, because I am going to have to remove this one and examine you internally."

"Oh, that's what I was afraid of."

"Nothing for you to fear, it's just what I need to do to make my diagnosis."

"But without a tampon in, I could make a mess of your table."

"That's all right, I have throw-away paper down under your arse." And what a nice arse it appeared to be as I had watched her slip behind the screen a few minutes ago.

I took a hold of the white string coming from her mons, placed the other hand gently on her belly, just above her concealed clitoris and pulled on the string. The tampon emerged, considerably coloured with her discharge. It looked like it was nearly time for a change anyway. I dropped the used tampon into a silver tray beside the table for later disposal.

I needed to get myself into a better position for the rest of the examination, so I lifted her legs and placed them in the table's raised stirrups and pushed the bottom half of the table in under the rest of it. This enabled me to stand in the vee between her spread thighs, close up to her exposed crotch.

I reached out and parted her outer labia lips wide. The usual pink lining was red from her monthly discharge. I reached across and grabbed a small tube of KY Jelly and moistened the area. "Melanie, I need to ask you do you have regular sexual activity? In other words, are you in an ongoing relationship which entails having intercourse on a regular basis?"

She laughed, possibly the first time that anything about this medical visit had amused her. "I'm sorry, doctor, it's just that you medical people are so stuffy and formal with your words. What you really mean is do I get to fuck a lot? And my answer would be yes, I've been married seven years. My husband and I are pretty active still, but on top of that, we go to swinger's parties too."

"So you have had multiple partners?" I asked as I placed two fingers at the entrance to her vagina and nudged them as gently as I could inside her, feeling her open up naturally at my insistent pushing.

"Uh oh!"

"Is there something wrong, Melanie?"

"Err, no … not really! I … err … it's just that I … err, I kind of like having something up inside me there, particularly if it's human and constantly moving. I hope I don't embarrass myself here on your table."

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about, my dear. This is a perfectly normal procedure for me." I might have tried to reassure her how normal it was, but inside my pants, my cock had become a fully-fledged hard-as-a-rock-boner. If she managed to get a look down at my trousers, she could not miss the tent that had formed in there.

I was incorrigible, I knew that by now. I didn't just push my two fingers slowly into her vagina the way any respectable doctor would do. I found myself finger fucking them inside her, two parts forward and one part back. I even lazily rested my thumb on the outside, right up against the spot where her clitoral bud was starting to emerge with her heat.

"Oh yes!" she mumbled, "Oh, that's good! Yes, just there!"

I obliged, doing just as she was urging, my two fingers got a rhythm going in and out and my thumb rolled around and around her clitoris. Her body began to hump back at my hand. I was right in the thick of it again. I hadn't learned a thing from my scary day in the Medical Tribunal.

I tried to come to my senses, but I had left that too late. "Melanie, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done it this way, please forgive me."

But I was too late with the retraction, I couldn't retract those fingers and thumb now. She was wildly in the throes of a build up to a climax. "Don't stop now," she screamed at me as I tried to withdraw my fingers, her hips humping up off the examination table, her legs shaking within the clamped grip of the stirrups.

I relented, maintaining the rhythm that I had created, bringing her quite swiftly to a shuddering orgasm. I could only stand there between her spread thighs, my two fingers pushed fully into her vagina, my thumb now resting still against her clit, and watch her body complete its spasming release.

"That wasn't very clever of me, I am so sorry," I told her contritely while my cock pulsed within my pants, straining to get out.

"Wrong doctor, it was so very clever, you are amazing. Sex was the last thing on my mind when I came in here, what with my period and all. Yet you got me up there from nothing … that's a very special talent you have, doctor."

I cleared my throat nervously, "I'd say we better complete the examination now, Melanie."

"You can do what you want now, doctor. I'm good, real good … just feel away all you want."

I placed my left hand back on the flat of her stomach and moved my fingers around inside her vagina. She moaned appreciatively until I touched a spot that brought a different reaction. Her whole body flinched, "Ooh shit, that's the spot, that's where the cramping seems to be coming from. Oh, what is it, doctor?"

I reluctantly pulled my two digits from within her vagina, my plastic glove now coated in a mix of her juices and the reddish residue of her menstrual discharge. More of it leaked from her passage after the departure of my fingers. I grabbed a couple of tissues and mopped away the mess from around her pubis.

"Now, where are those fresh tampons?"

"In my purse, doctor, I left it just there with my skirt and panties. But don't worry, I can do it."

"No, I've got it. With your legs in the stirrups, you're at a good angle for me to insert it for you." I tore off the messy glove and stretched a clean replacement onto my right hand. I grabbed her purse, opened it up and reached inside for the tampon box. Taking out one along with the applicator, I quite efficiently inserted a clean fresh tampon into her vagina, then removed her legs from the raised stirrups and fully extended the table so she could stretch her fine looking legs back out.

When I had done all that, I stepped up alongside her … she was still exposed naked from the waist down. "So what's the verdict, doctor? I felt the cramping worse when you touched me somewhere in there, do you know what's causing it?"

"Yes I do, you actually have a pelvic inflammatory disease. The infection is at your cervix, which comes down out of the uterus into the top of the vagina. I can treat it with antibiotics, but you will have to advise your current sexual partner. And, err … I think you said that you were into swinging, so if that entails other sexual partners too, then you will have to let them know too."

"Oh shit, is this like a sexually transmitted disease?"

"That's what it is, Melanie. One of the men you have been with may have had gonorrhoea or chlamydia … they will have to be alerted, so they don't spread it to others. I don't want to seem judgemental, but you might have to give the swinging a rest for a while."

From where I now stood adjacent to her waist, I could see that from time to time, her eyes were flitting down to my still tented trousers, only to switch back up to look me in the eyes. She did seem to be distracted by my condition that had not abated since delivering the attractive young woman her powerful orgasm.

"You might find this hard to believe, doctor, but I wouldn't have got it from any partners that I met at the swinger's club. They are scrupulous in control of infections. No, I'm guessing where this has come from. My husband will be the culprit … I have suspected for some time that he was not content with just swinging. I'm sure that he's been having a bit on the side with some bitch, I don't know who yet. I'll bet he got it from her, whoever she is."

I had pricked up my ears when Melanie first mentioned the swinging, due to my wife having expressed an interest, although she had called it by its older name of wife swapping. I was very curious, but needed to be careful about my inquiry, given my standing as a respected doctor in this community.

I allowed my eyes to drift down one last time to the exposed mons immediately beside me, filing away the mental picture of how good her pubis looked. "I guess we better cover you up, Melanie," I said as I pulled the sheet down over her thighs and looked back to catch her eyes again peering at my tented trousers.

"Speaking of cover ups, doctor, that seems to be quite a good one you've got covered up down there."

I followed her eyes to where she was looking and saw that my erection had not reduced in size at all. "Oh, yes that is a problem that I get when I examine an attractive woman such as yourself. I can't keep the damn thing down, it gives me away every time."

I was surprised to see and feel her hand lift up from the table and rub that bulge on the outside of my trousers. "Umm, do you mind if I have a look?"

My mind whirled, was that a good idea? I had already transgressed to my wicked ways by finger fucking this patient to an orgasm. Should I compound the situation by exposing myself to her? I watched as her fingers were already pulling my fly zipper down. Resignedly, I let her do what she wanted. I felt her fingers reach inside my trousers … she fumbled with my boxer shorts and the next thing out came her hand holding my rampant erection.

"Well doctor, that is quite a hard-on you've got there. Did I cause that?" she asked in a little girlish type of voice that she must have known would excite me. 

Her fingers stroked back and forth along my solid shaft and I rocked a little unsteadily on my feet. "You did look after me very well, doctor … what would you like me to do with this? Would a hand job do the trick?" She emphasised her question by stroking her encircling fingers up and down my shaft several times. "Or, perhaps you might like to bring it up here, closer to me. I have been complimented for my blow jobs."

What a temptation, I looked at that mouth that had just made me that offer and imagined having my hard cock pushing in and out of it. However, just as quickly, reality set in … I was about to write a script for antibiotics to treat an STD in her cervix. She is blaming her husband for giving it to her, but what's to say she doesn't have a similar condition inside her mouth?

"No, the hand job will be fine, thanks Melanie."

"Are you really sure?" she asked, forming her mouth into an oval into which I could see that my cock would fit superbly.

"Yes I'm sure," I told her, but I wasn't sure at all. I would love to have her suck my cock to a finish, but I would have to make do with her hand. I was beginning to push my cock through her rounded fingers once more. 

Melanie very expertly tugged on my hard-on while I stood beside the examination table and thrust my erection into her encircling fingers. It might not be a blow job, but she did a hand job well too and I soon found myself fighting against the intentions of my testicles that seemed hell-bent on an early release of my pent-up cum.

I really had nothing special to hold back for, this woman had been well and truly satisfied by my fingers. So I let it go, committing my hard thrusts through her hand to the wild abandon phase. My tip leaked clear juice and Melanie managed to swirl that around with the palm of her hand over the head of my cock, making it slide better through her hand.

I rose up on my toes, experiencing the pause phase where everything stood still as I could feel the jism surging from my balls through my shaft, then to the outside world as my cock erupted into powerful spasms. I found myself uncaring where my cum would land, I was just so lost in the moment as the waves of pleasure raced through my body. My hips fell forward against the examination table as my feet struggled to hold up the weight of my body.

I looked down at Melanie laying there on the table and saw that she had brought her second hand into play, cupping it so that my release would pool in the palm of it as her first hand continued to pump my cum from my cock. Then, when she appeared to be satisfied that she had most of it, she up-ended her hand over her open mouth and her tongue snaked out and licked her palm dry of my cum. It was at that moment that I wished that I had taken a chance on the health of this woman's mouth to suck on my cock.

"So Melanie, before you go, can I get a bit of detail about the swingers club that you've been using?" I said as I withdrew my cock from her hand and put it away safely, back in my pants. "My wife has actually expressed an interest in trying one these past few weeks. I am not certain how serious she may be, but I would like to too. However, I must be very careful just who might be there, could see me and cause trouble."

"Doctor, you would be an instant hit with the women of the club, they never seem to have enough good regular men and I hear that you are very popular with your patients. So what can I tell you?"

"That's just it, I have to be careful going to one of these. If any of my patients were there, they might get the wrong idea about me."

"I don't think they would. I'd guess that most of your patients already consider you a virile, horny man. Turning up at a swingers party would just confirm their suspicions."

"How well run is it and would we be able to become members?"

"Doctor, they are very well organised, they only meet about four times a year, so they leave everybody wanting more. I could get you an invite if you want. It's always at a resort or country club and they're held over two nights on a weekend. You have to be available for both nights and it all starts at 3pm on the Friday. It's $100 per couple up front to register with the club and then you pay for your accommodation to the hotel. When you register with the club for that particular weekend, each of you fill in an application form listing all of your likes and dislikes, the type of woman you want, any fetishes, etcetera. They feed all your answers into a computer and it matches you up with your ideal mate for the first night, the Friday. Then, on the next night, it matches you with your second best match up."




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 08



"So it could be that my wife wouldn't end up with the husband of the woman I got?"

"That's most likely to happen."

"If that's the case, how does it work?"

"When they go to a particular resort, they virtually take it over. Somehow, they rig up the internal phone system. In every room, at 6.30pm on each night, the phone buzzes and a message comes through over the speaker phone, saying all men must now leave their rooms and make their way to whatever room they have been allocated to do whatever woman they have been paired with. I am told that it looks funny in the hallways with all these men heading to different rooms, but of course, I have never seen it … I am always in my room anxiously waiting to see who I've got."

"How does the man know who he has?"

"Everybody has to register by 3pm on the Friday to verify that they are there, they will have already processed all the forms that all the members sent in. Then they send a message to each individual room, giving the men the name of their selected woman and her room number, and the woman gets the name and age of the man that's coming to them. They have to stay together all night. Then, at 7am, the phone buzzes in every room again and a voice tells all men to leave the woman immediately and return to their own wives in their own rooms."

"And Saturday night is done the same way?"

"Yes, you just get a different partner on the second night."

"Wow, sounds rather exciting, I'll have to talk to my wife about it."

"I can highly recommend it, doctor. Also, what you would appreciate is that it is safe sex. A week before, everyone has to submit a blood test and to sign a statutory declaration saying that they won't indulge in any sexual act with another person, even their partner, in the seven days before the weekend. That's how I'm so sure that I didn't get this sexual infection from there. My unfaithful husband has obviously been rooting around some other woman on the side."

I couldn't wait to get home that night and tell my wife about my discovery. Initially, I hadn't been that enthusiastic about her idea for swinging. After all, I had been getting my share of extra sex through my patients. But I had seen how she had wrestled with her newly discovered sexual desires after the evening with Geoffrey and his tantric sex. I figured that I had to arrange something for my wife that was manageable, not have her go out and have an affair that could end up in the break-up of our marriage.

As I anticipated, my wife was very keen on the idea and asked me to go ahead and make the arrangements. I called the number that Melanie had given me and found that their next weekend was three weeks away. They referred me to a website where I could download the paperwork.

Chapter 29

The excitement and anticipation of both of us was so intense that three weeks seemed like an eternity. One week out, we complied with the blood tests and signed the form declaring that we would abstain from sex over the next week. It wasn't the sex with my wife that I would have trouble keeping away from. No, my biggest fear would be the temptation from another of my patients over that week. Somehow, we got through it.

I had arranged to be clear of patients after midday that Friday. I hurried home and my wife and I packed our clothes. The resort that the swingers club had picked was a 90 minute drive away in a town a fair bit smaller than the city in which I practised. Nevertheless, I figured that they would draw many of their members from my home city. I was a bit apprehensive that I could run into people that I knew, let alone being paired with one of my patients.

Strangely, I hadn't quite thought much about who my wife might be paired with. I began considering that in the last thirty minutes of our drive to the resort.

"So honey, have you got any idea in mind who you'd like to be with tonight? Are you hoping for another Geoffrey?"

"Oh God no, James! I realise that that was a never to be repeated one-timer. No, I'm just hoping for someone as caring and considerate as you, darling."

"Wow, what a nice thing to say, honey. Bit if that's the case, why are we bothering to go to this swinger's thing?"

"I said I wanted someone as caring and considerate as you … what I didn't tell you then was that I want him to be fifteen to twenty years younger."

"Wow, there's a back-handed compliment if ever I heard one."

"Don't be upset, James. My night with Geoffrey made me realise how virile and enduring the younger men are. I am sure that I will always love you, it's just that the experience has made me desire a return to a younger partner. Not permanently, just on loan to make me feel good. That shouldn't surprise you, because look at the age of all those women patients you have been with."

She had a good point there. "So I didn't get to see your application form, what age range did you ask for?"

"My preferred choice was 30-39 and my secondary choice was 40-49. How about you?"

I was laughing, "You're going to call me a typical male, I know it, I can hear you now. I ticked 30-39 as my preferred and 20-29 as secondary."

"James, think of your heart, will you be able to handle a young woman in her twenties, if they actually allocate one to you?"

"I didn't do too badly with the virgin," I reminded her.

"Ooh, touche!"

"What else did you ask for, honey? How did you fill in the bits about preferred sexual positions, fetishes and special requests?"

"I'd prefer to keep that to myself, darling."

I was surprised by her answer. She had never seemed to be very adventurous sexually. I expected that she would just tell me that she had declared to have no fetishes or special requests. As for sexual positions, she and I had never been very experimental, but I imagined that she might have wanted to copy one of the many positions that Geoffrey had tried on her.

"Really?" I was curious now, "What would you have put down as a fetish, I didn't know you had any."

"I might surprise you, James. Maybe you don't know me as well as you think."

Now my mind was racing and we were only twenty minutes away from this very different weekend where my partner would be away from me for two twelve-hour periods. "You should be careful honey. If you have ticked a fetish or special request as a curiosity, the man you get might expect that you are fully into it. I hope that you haven't bitten off more than you can chew." 

"I think I can handle myself, I think I know what I'm doing." She was showing a new found self-assurance that only created more curiosity from me. We drove along for another ten minutes in silence. Then, from right out of nowhere, she asked, "James, what's a golden shower?"

All of the fetish possibilities had been listed under the fetish question on the form. We had been expected to tick which were our preferences, if any. "You didn't tick that, did you?" I asked her, taking my eyes from the road to look for her expression.

"I may have … maybe not!" she responded teasingly. "What is it, James?"

"You shouldn't just tick something without knowing what it is, honey. Fetishes can sometimes be quite weird, you never know what you could end up having to do. I hope you didn't tick bondage."

"No I didn't," she assured me, but then a long pause before asking again, "So you didn't tell me, what is golden showers?"

"It's pissing, honey. The man pisses on the woman's body and the woman squats and pisses on his body. It's not for everybody, but I believe that some people get off on it."

"Aah! That's different, isn't it?" she said and turned her head to look out the window, leaving me to guess whether she may have ticked that box unaware of what she was committing to.

We arrived at the resort and I handed the car keys over to the parking attendant and we followed our bags into reception. After checking in, we went to the swinger's club desk and verified our attendance. The formalities completed, we made our way to our room. In the elevator, I turned to my wife, "You were teasing me, weren't you?"

"What about, James?"

"About ticking golden showers on your application form?"

"I might have been," she answered smugly and turned to watch the numbers of the floors above the door. "Maybe I knew all along," she added.

She obviously wasn't about to tell me and I realised that I would have to leave it alone for fear of antagonising her. But I was becoming more curious about whether she was using this weekend to extend the adventurous side of her sexuality. This was my staid, conservative wife that I thought I knew so well. What sort of Pandora's Box had Geoffrey, the king of tantric, opened up?

My wife and I unpacked, then took a walk to explore the pool area and the lush gardens that complemented the smart low-rise structure of the resort. We stopped at the bar and enjoyed a drink before deciding at around 5.15pm that we better adjourn to our room and start preparing for tonight. We each needed to shower and my wife had hinted that she had bought some sexy new lingerie that she wanted to run by me before I left for my date.

When we reached our room, there were two sealed envelopes slipped under the door, one for each of us. They contained an A4 sheet of paper. I quickly read mine and saw that my date tonight was Susan Wilson in Room 223. It said she was 37 and the document went on to list her interests and preferences that this ingenious computer had determined was my perfect match among the swingers here in attendance this weekend. Tomorrow night's choice would only be the second best match.

I only glossed over her details at first glance. I was much more interested in seeing what the computer had chosen for my newly adventurous wife. I peeped over her shoulder, but she pulled the paper away from my view. This got me going even more, what was she afraid that I might see about her date. She was probably assuming that I was looking to see if his declared fetishes included golden showers.

"So come on, tell me who you've got, honey. You can't keep it to yourself."

She held the paper so only she could see it despite my closeness to her. "My date is with Alan Jennings, it says he is a business executive, that could mean anything, couldn't it?"

"How old is he, honey?" I asked.

"Umm, oh here it is. Ooh, he's 31, that could be a handful."

"Did you declare your real age, honey?"

"Yes, of course I did," she told me defiantly. "Why, are you wondering what a 31 year old man wants with a 52 year old woman? I might be the mother he never had."

"It is curious, honey. They have given you a man at the lowest end of your preferred age range. This guy might be looking for a woman with experience, have you got the experience to deal with a horny 31 year old business executive?"

"I'll give it a good try, James."

I knew I should leave it alone, but I couldn't resist saying, "Maybe this 31 year old guy was the only male here who was into golden showers."

"You might never know, James," was her allusive answer.

"So, would you like a couple of glasses of water to fill up your bladder, dear?" I teased.

She gave me her most scornful look, but otherwise ignored my comment, "Do you want the first shower, James?"

"No, you go first."

She adjourned to the bathroom and I glanced around to see if she had left the piece of paper bearing the details of her assigned partner for the night. It was nowhere to be seen, she must have taken it with her into the bathroom. My wife was certainly being secretive about her intentions for this young man, I just hoped that she hadn't bitten off more than she could chew.

After what seemed to have been an age, my wife emerged from the bathroom, she was totally naked and, I must say, looked fantastic for her age. It was already after six and I would have to move quickly to be out of this room by 6.30 when the call came to leave.

"That shower took a long while, honey," I admonished my wife, "Doesn't leave me much time to make myself clean for my date, Susan Wilson."

"I decided to soak in a bath, I felt that I needed to be clean all over for a new young man," she said teasingly.

Much as I would have loved to watch her dress, I needed to take a quick shower, so I rushed into the bathroom. I wasn't as fussy about being spotlessly clean and I was back out of the bathroom in ten minutes, a towel around my waist.

My wife was sitting at the mirror, applying her make-up. She was wearing a peach-coloured silk chemise that barely covered the tops of her breasts and, when she stood up to parade for me, fell to only just below her crotch. Her long legs were bare, they looked quite good. As I looked closer, her erected nipples suggested that she wore no bra.

"Is that it? Where's your dress?" I asked, looking around and not seeing a dress lying on the bed as she normally did when she dressed for an evening occasion.

"I didn't think I'd need one," she said to me seriously. "Do you think I should?"

"I would have thought that you would start out in one," I suggested. "Didn't you bring anything special?"

"Oh yes I did, a couple of dresses, but Alan and I won't be going out. We both know what we're here for, I'm just making it a simple as possible for us both."

Her calling him Alan without ever having met him brought out a pang of jealousy in me. She was about to be so very familiar with this stranger, willingly offering her body to him when she knew nothing about him. She wasn't even about to cover her charms until she had become more comfortable with him.

"Good God, have you even got panties on?"

"Of course!" she said and lifted the hem of her chemise, raising it up above her hips so that I could see that her g-string panties were matching peach-coloured. The colour suited her tanned skin and I had to concede that she looked fantastic for a 52-year-old wife and mother who was about to give her body to a stranger. She spun around and I saw that it was a thong in back, the thin strand disappearing between her ample arse cheeks that were smooth and blemish free.

"He might be the type of man who likes to undress a woman, take it off bit by bit."

"We'll see, I have left him two items, plus my high heels. I'll tell you tomorrow if you were right," she promised me.

"Is that what we're going to do over breakfast in the morning? Tell each other everything that happened?"

"Oh, we could … I'm not sure about everything. I've decided that you know too much about me, James, from all these years together. I am going to become your mystery woman, your wife who has a few secrets locked away."

"Umm, I don't know if I like that."

"Shouldn't I have some secrets like you have had. After all, if I hadn't been at the tribunal hearing, I might never have known about you and that patient Victoria that I met last month. I still have a hard time trying to picture you lying on her back, pushing your penis into her arse. Is that how it's done, James? Do you get on her back or do you stand up behind her?"

What a time for her to bring that up again, just as I was about to leave her in the company of a strange man for twelve hours. Was this what was behind the secrecy of her fetish answers on the swinger's club application form? Did she want to match me in doing something with another that she would think was weird? I hoped that she hadn't exposed herself to some risk by some strange compulsion to match my roaming ways.

The sound of a knock on the door interrupted our important discussion. "Damn," I said, looking immediately at the clock. It was 6.28pm. "I hope that's not your date, arriving early."

"Not to worry if it is, I'm ready," she said, checking herself in the mirror one last time, raising the chemise to see that he panties were pulled up taut, fitting snugly over her pubis and at her crotch with no gaps.

"You really aren't going to put a dress on, are you?" I asked one last time, looking around the room, then slipping into my shoes to complete my own dressing.

"No dress, James … it's all about sex, isn't it? This is how he will find me."

I spotted her date allocation form on the bedside table and wanted to rush over and read it before I left. But there was another knock at the door, more impatient this time. As I turned to look toward the door, a voice boomed out from the speaker-phone, "All men are to now leave their rooms and proceed to your designated location. Please leave your room immediately!" Wow, talk about Big Brother.

I stepped over to my wife and went to kiss her. She turned her cheek to me, "Don't want you to smudge my lipstick, James."

I completed the peck on her cheek and turned to leave. When I reached the door, I looked back to see my wife of nearly thirty years standing in the middle of the room in her peach-coloured chemise and high heels. She was back-lit by two lamps, one on a bedside table and the other in the corner of the room, silhouetting the fine shape of her body in the sexy chemise. From in front, her nipples stood out proudly through the material. She looked a million dollars.

I turned and opened the door just as the young man had raised his knuckles to knock again. "Hold your horses, son, you've come a bit early, which is probably your form anyway. They've only just announced that all men should leave their rooms now."

He ignored my besmirching his sexual prowess and feigned ignorance of the rules, "Oh, I didn't know that, do they make some announcement? I just thought I had to be here at 6.30, I'm really keen to get started."

'To get started?' he's talking about being with my wife. I made an immediate assessment that I didn't like him. He seemed brash and cocky, tall -- over six feet, a lot of hair, but tidy … beside the fact that he was 20+ years younger than me and was about to have sex with my wife, plus whatever else she may have encouraged on her form. 

He looked through me toward her as if I wasn't even standing there, holding the door open for him. "Man, what a great body," I wasn't sure if he was telling that to my wife or to me. At least he approved of his first sighting of my wife and the amount of body that she was revealing from inside the room, "Shit, you've already taken your dress off. I like it, saves time!"

I heard my wife's voice from behind me, "Hello Alan, actually I never put it on, I thought that you might prefer to meet me this way."

The young man brushed past me and I had to restrain myself from giving him a piece of my mind, telling him to have some manners. I was the devoted husband who was leaving the room for the night so that this young buck could have my lovely wife and he was casting me aside like I was shit.

I looked back to see him approaching my wife and the warm inviting smile on her face as she lifted her arms to envelop him within them. From the look on her face, she didn't share my opinion of him. The door closed behind me and I stood in the corridor, amused to see men heading in both directions, each knocking on different doors. What a major production this was. No wonder they only did four a year.

I began to walk toward the elevator. 'Hold on, what was that room number? Oh shit, was it 223 or 233 … was her name Sarah or Susan?' Damn, I couldn't recall … I had been so caught up with my wife and her partner. What was I going to do, I had come out without my allocation sheet. I didn't want to go back into our room and interrupt my wife and her new friend. But I might have to … I wondered if the organisers had a help desk in the lobby. But if I waste time going down there and they can't help me, then my wife and Alan may be so far advanced that I couldn't get back into the room to get my paperwork.

Damn, I had better return immediately. It's best that I interrupt them now … how far could they have progressed in less than a minute? I rapped on the door, adding "Honey, it's me, I'm sorry, but I forgot my paperwork."




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 08



I waited expectantly but there appeared to be no reaction from within. I raised my hand to knock again when I heard the door being unlocked. They already had the chain on … was it my wife or this man who was the quick worker? The door opened and my wife's head peeped around, hiding the rest of her body behind the door. Was she already naked or was it simply because she hadn't heard my voice and didn't know who was at the door. 

"James, for God's sake, what is it?"

"I'm sorry honey, I forgot the room number for where I'm going. Can you get me my allocation sheet?"

She gave an annoyed tut-tut sort of mumble and turned to go back inside the room. I heard her say to her guest, "It's my husband, he forgot where he's going?"

I grabbed the door and leaned on it so it wouldn't close and heard the young smart-arse Alan say, "Shit, id he's that forgetful, the woman he's going to is in for a great time."

I wanted to storm inside my room and tell him to piss off out of there, but I held back to avoid the embarrassment for my wife, who seemed happy to be embarking on this adventure. I looked into the room while I was holding the door and saw the man, he was already bare-chested with his shoes off, wearing only the trousers he had arrived in. He hadn't wasted any time, he must have only been in the room sixty seconds. How had they progressed to this stage so quickly? Is this what my wife really wanted? Would there be foreplay?

She reappeared in front of me, not concealing her body this time. She was still clad as I had left her, the straps of her chemise still in place, her nipples still showing through the silk garment like headlamps. "Will that be all for tonight, James?" she said sarcastically.

"Yes, I'm done," I said, taking the sheet of paper from her. "Be good, see you in the morning," I called, but the door had slammed shut and my wife was now alone with a stranger.

By now, the hall was empty, most of the men seemed to have found their rooms. I was destined for the floor below … I took the stairs down. Susan Wilson would be wondering what had happened to her selected man if the deserted corridors at 6.33pm were anything to go by. It looked like everybody was punctual.

I stopped outside Room 223 and knocked lightly on the door. I stood there anxiously, rapidly dispensing with my anger at the young shit who was about to have sex with my wife and trying to focus on the 37 year old woman who was about to open this door. Would she be mildly attractive or breathtakingly beautiful … blonde, brunette or redhead … tall or short … buxom or slender build … a conservative lover or a rager?

I heard the door opening and I looked expectantly as it opened wide and a face appeared around the edge. Yes, at first glance in the dim light of the hall, she was attractive … jet-black hair, short cropped exposing her neck. "You must be James?" she greeted, "Or do you prefer Jim?"

"I'm usually James, but I don't mind, whatever you feel comfortable with."

"Please come in, James, I'm Susan and I am so pleased to meet you." She held out her hand, but quickly added, "A kiss or a handshake is good, I'm comfortable with either. I read from your summary that you're a first-timer, so maybe you're nervous. Do whatever you feel good with."

I got through the doorway and reached for her hand, it was pleasantly warm. I put my other hand up to her shoulder to bring her closer and leaned my head forward to kiss her too. She let the door go and closed the gap between us, moving into the kiss … it was much more than a kiss of two people meeting for the first time, without reaching hot and passionate. It was warm, wet and very affectionate and toward the end had just a trace of tongue contact … it lasted maybe twenty seconds.

"Umm, that's a confident kiss for a first-timer, you don't appear to be at all nervous," she told me.

"No, except for the jerk that I just left with my wife, I feel good about this. How about you? I know it's a bad line, but do you come here often?"

She laughed appropriately, "This is our third time here," obviously including her husband or partner in the statement, even though he wasn't here with her at this moment. She must have realised how that sounded and corrected herself, "My third time, I should say. You don't want to hear about him, it's only you and I tonight."

I immediately liked her, she seemed to have a good attitude. She held one of my hands and led me across the room. Unlike my wife, Susan was dressed how I would consider it appropriate for an initial swinger's meeting. Her dress was cut generously low in front, revealing substantial cleavage that implied an invite to explore there later. The hemline was sedately above the knee and she wore a belt that matched the pattern of the dress, giving her a narrow waist that accentuated her compact figure.

"Please have a seat," she offered, pointing me in the direction of a chair just a few feet from the large bed that dominated all of these hotel rooms. "I thought you might be hungry so I took the liberty of ordering some finger food. There's a bottle of champagne here too, that's if you drink." She turned around with the plate of food in her hand, looking to see my reaction, "I hope you don't mind us eating first … you might have expected to go to bed with me straight away. Some men prefer that."

"No, Susan, I'm fine … we've got all night, haven't we?"

"Oh, I'm so pleased you think that way. I … err … I … err, I mean … I don't know what you're like … err, whether you are the type of man who can go on all night. Oh dear, I don't want to put pressure on you. What I'm trying to say in my clumsy way, is that if you want to do it on and on, I can keep up with you. I can stay awake most of the night … if that's what you want."

"Let's just see how we go, I'd really like to eat and talk a bit first, see what we each like and then … just let lust take it's course."

Susan looked relieved, "Oh, isn't that a lovely way of describing it … let lust take it's course. Oh, I'm all for that … I think I'm going to enjoy this night."

"Don't you always?" I asked.

"Yes I do, but I mean really enjoy it … I like you, James."

She offered me the plate of finger food that she had ordered from room service and handed me the bottle of champagne to open, telling me, "I think the serving of drinks is a man thing, don't you?"

We sat there on the two upright chairs, adjacent to the inviting bed, in her room for what seemed like an hour or so. We got on very well, she was a good conversationalist and she gave me a summary of her life to the current age of 37.

Her parents were quite strict, sending her to a Catholic girl's school, limiting her association with boys. "I wasn't sexually active until I was 18," she confessed, explaining that she was always fearful that her parents might find out if she did it any earlier. "I was married at 20, not exactly an arranged marriage, but it might as well have been. He lived up the street and my parents loved him and encouraged us to be together. Despite their strictness, I had always wanted to please them, so I went and got hitched early. The best thing from that was my beautiful daughter -- my only child -- she's sixteen now." The first marriage ended in divorce after only five years and she met her current husband when she was 27.

"So who suggested that you start swinging?" I asked. 

"He did, but I was okay with it … that's if you're thinking that he talked me into it. By the time that we had our first swing last year, I was no longer sexually repressed, which is how you could describe me during my first marriage, not helped by my husband then."

"Why did you both start swinging?"

"After ten years together and no more children, we figured that we needed some variety in our marriage."

"Are you happy you started?"

"Hey, yes!" She seemed to be enthusiastic about doing it with others. "We only do it with this swingers group, it seems the best organised … and they only meet every three months. That's two different partners, one night each, every three months. We're not exactly on overload. We find talking about what we did with these others keeps our own sex life up there for the next three months."

"Have you had any duds?"

"As I told you, this is only our third time, so we've only had four others up to now. I've got to say that we've been lucky, at least I have, the guys have all been great and I've learned something more about sex from every one of them."

"I don't know what you'll learn from me," I said self-efacingly.

"Don't put yourself down, I bet you've got things you'll teach me," she said, reaching across and fondly touching my cheek with her hand.

"So do you always go with older men?"

"Yes I do … my husband is 43, but I always tick the 50-59 box on the form, although I add a rider in the special comments that I prefer a cut-off point of 55."

"So why is that?"

"I find the older men, like around your age, are so much more experienced. And while their endurance may be just a bit less than a 30-something guy, most of them make up for it by using Viagra. What a genius invention that has been."

I reached into my pocket, "That reminds me, I brought one for myself, I haven't taken it yet. I've never tried it before."

"Hey, I'm happy to be your first partner for your little blue pill experiment."

I slipped the tablet into my mouth and took another swig of champagne.

"What did your doctor say about you wanting Viagra?"

"That wasn't a big problem, Susan … you see, I am a doctor. I just grabbed some samples that the medical company reps leave with me."

"Wow, I'm with a doctor tonight, that's cool. You will know so much more about my body than I do."

I excused myself to go to the bathroom and take a quick piss, make sure that I was ready for the Viagra to see me through a long night without too much interruption. 

When I returned, Susan was standing at the window that looked over the pool area, she had her back to me. "Can you get the catch back here please?" she asked, referring to the dress that had concealed her body from me until now. I undid the catch and lowered the zipper past the back of her bra and down to her bare waist. "Thanks," she turned only her head back toward me and smiled warmly.

I lifted my hands to her shoulders and slipped them under the top of the dress that still clung to her despite it being opened to the waist in back. My fingers were soft on her skin as I gently stroked over her upper back and shoulders, my hands pushing the material further forward until eventually the front of her dress fell forward. Watching our reflection in the window in front of us, I could see her fine looking breasts, still encased in her bra. It was dark outside and the hotel room was still brightly lit.

My hands slid down along her arms, then moved to cover the cups of her bra. She allowed herself to fall back against me, rubbing her arse against the bulge in my trousers. "Feels like you don't need that Viagra just yet, it's too soon for it to have helped that." Her hand dropped back and forced itself between us, grasping the shape of my cock and rubbing it quite vigorously. My own hands were busy on her breasts, moulding the nipples with my palms through the sheer material of the bra.

"You haven't told me about yourself, James, have you and your wife had other partners before?"

"I don't know if I want to go there," I told her, my hands warming to the task of massaging her breasts. "But I should be honest with you, you seem to have been so with me. I have had several indiscreet moments with some of my patients."

"Ooh James, that's every woman's fantasy, so it really does happen, does it?"

"I can't say if it does with every doctor, but it has with me."

"Ooh, I can't wait to hear some of your stories … I knew this was going to be a good night."

"I don't know if I should do that, but anyway, my wife knew of one of my indiscretions. She actually organised it, this young couple that we both knew wanted a baby, so my wife encouraged me to father one for her."

"Sort of like a sperm bank?"

"Yes, only I gave her my sperm the normal way, over and over again every day until she fell pregnant."

"Wow, that's fabulous, I bet she appreciated what you did?"

"Well yes, the young woman did. I'm not too sure if my wife still thinks it was a good idea. Anyway, there were others that I touched a bit too much until they came, and so on…"

"It sounds to me like you a very horny man, this night gets better all the time. So you pleased all these women?"

She swivelled around in my arms to face me, fitting the front of her body against mine. Now my hands were back to stroking her back. I tried to push them lower toward her arse but the belt of the dress stopped my progress. "Sorry, let me get that," she said and pulled back, unbuckling her belt and pushing her dress over her hips, the only part where it needed help. Gravity did the rest and it pooled at her feet.

She wore panties and stay-up stockings and she still wore her heels that brought her height up so that the bulge of my cock was against her tummy when she pushed her pelvis back against me. "I repeat, you pleased all these women?"

"I don't know about all these women, you make it sound like there were heaps. It's only been about seven or eight over the last two years." While I talked and now with her dress gone, I slipped my hands down into the back of her panties and moulded her arse cheeks the same way I had worked on her breasts.

"That's not too bad … so what has your wife been up to while you have been getting off with your patients."

"She is probably the reason that we are here. I wouldn't have thought to come to a swinger's party, but my wife has just discovered her sexuality at the age of 52. She had a wild night of tantric sex with a young kid and since then she's been wanting to get out and experiment."

"Hold on, you're going too fast, I told you that I'm still learning about sex … what's tantric?"

"A spiritual coupling that requires the man to hold back on coming for up to an hour while the couple goes through a succession of different positions. All the time, the woman allegedly comes on a much higher level than normally. So anyway, one of my patients told me about this club and I suggested it to my wife as a means for her to test out her new sexuality without going off and having an affair."

"Good call, doctor. So after hearing that you really are an experienced man, I can't wait. Come on, let's get you undressed, James … or should I call you doctor? That might be sexier for me, might just push my buttons a little more." 

Her hands lifted up and she began to unbutton my shirt while my hands continued to mould her arse cheeks, occasionally slipping a finger into her tight arse cleavage. When her hands had unbuttoned my shirt, they spread it open and her lips began to kiss my chest. I brought one hand up from her arse and lifted her face up to mine. We hadn't kissed since I walked in the door and I wanted to taste that mouth again. This kiss carried heaps more passion that the chaste kiss at the door and our bodies writhed together in each other's arms as our lips and tongues battled for supremacy.

Susan was breathless from her arousal and, I guess, not much air, when our kiss at last broke. She pulled me toward the bed, sitting herself down on the end of it while I stood in front of her. Her hands shot to my belt buckle and she made light work of getting that undone and sliding my trousers down my legs. I shucked the shirt off and I was left in my preferred underwear for tonight, briefs that were stretched outward by my erection.

Susan carefully lifted the waistband over the head of my cock and it was there, exposed to her view, standing proudly horizontal at mouth level. It was inevitable that she should move her head forward and slip her tongue out to taste the clear juice that oozed from the tip. Her eyes looked up at me, revealing the teasing promise of what was to come and then her lips closed over the head and my legs shook where I stood as her blow job began.

Susan was very good at it. It would have been all too easy to stand there and let her take me to a fully satisfying conclusion, but then I'd be done for awhile and there were two people in this room craving sexual satisfaction. So when I figured that the blow job had gone on sufficiently long that she would be wet where it mattered, I reluctantly pushed her off my cock. Bless her enthusiasm, she actually resisted, but I managed to loosen her mouth's hold on my hard cock and pushed her back on the bed.

She lay back, her upper body supported by her elbows, "So what's next?" she asked, her eyes teasingly fiery and her lips wet with my cock's moisture.

"You!" I said and she slid higher up on the bed to allow me to get down and straddle her body with my own. I grasped the waistband of her panties and hauled them down over her legs, then dipped my head down. When she saw where it was headed, she spread her legs wide. My face closed on the inverted vee that was her pubis and my tongue snaked out to taste her vital wet pink lining that was already revealed by the stretch of her labia lips

She tasted just fine to me … I do like the texture and the aroma of the pubis of a woman in heat. I lapped it up and she moaned her enthusiastic appreciation for my efforts. She didn't take long in getting to her high. I was guessing that she had already talked up some of her arousal before my mouth and cock had gotten anywhere near her good bits.

She had a good boisterous orgasm that indicated that I must be doing something right. No matter how many times I go down on a woman, there is always that nagging concern that she might not be orgasmic … or that she's had better before and she's comparing you. But as for Susan, I didn't see her as judgmental … I just saw a hot 37-year-old woman having a good time.

Having got the satisfaction thing out of the way, we could now get down to some serious fucking and see where that would lead us. I rose up over her, got my legs between hers and nudged my cock against her vaginal opening. "Oh yes, do it!" she mumbled, "You're my first doctor."

I pushed my cock into her, she was pleasantly tight and it took about three hard thrusts to get all of me up inside her. She was smiling warmly up at me as we began the age-old ritual of fucking. I knew that watching her enjoying it was going to lead to a quicker finish than we needed. I began to think about other things … they were still sexual, but somehow it helped me concentrate on controlling the activity in my balls.

I thought of the other four men who had enjoyed this body since Susan and her husband had decided to swing. What were they like and how were they different from me … and how were we all different from her husband? Then my mind wandered to what might be happening in the room that I had checked into today … the room where my wife was entertaining that young dick-head Alan. Were they doing exactly this at this very moment too, or were they now asleep, having got into it straightaway, within minutes of my leaving the room?

My wandering mind was drawn back to the here and now. Thankfully, the woman beneath me was on the verge of coming again and she required my full attention. I managed to maintain the regular pattern of thrusts that saw her orgasm hit with unrestrained power. I watched her face contort in pleasure, her gasps and moans endorsing that she was enjoying every moment of this.

I eased back to a gentler rhythm while she came down from her peak and she seemed to appreciate the gesture. "You're good!" she told me and I again wondered about the guys that she was comparing me to. Wouldn't they have been as attentive, wouldn't they have seen to her own satisfaction before their own cum burst forth.




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 08



I assessed the state of my testicles and determined that I was good for a fair bit more. Gradually, I upped the tempo again and was pleased to feel Susan's body respond quickly. This woman might have had a repressed sexual upbringing in her teens, but now she was good at fucking. I mean, some women just lay there and let you do all the work … but this Susan, she was active, humping her body back at me, her legs locked around mine, her heels behind my thighs, her nails raking across my back in her enthusiasm.

She was duly rewarded as her supple body crested toward another peak. I felt her climbing it rapidly and sensed that her body would spasm under me very soon. Again, I assessed my own arousal and decided that I was getting near … I probably wouldn't last if I tried to give her another after this one. Her body was so hot and so tight and so energetic that I knew that I would have to cum soon … real soon. Seeing that she was on the verge, I kicked into overdrive, powering my hard cock into her body solidly, striving to reach my own climax. While it did it for me, it also seemed to make her orgasm even greater as we crested together and my cum blasted into her vagina.

What can I say, it was a good one -- for both of us. We both flopped flat on the bed exhausted, my body still on top of hers, a layer of perspiration bonding our naked bodies together in sexual surfeit.

We both took time out, allowing our bodies to come down off the sexual high that had charged through both of us. She was first to enthuse, "Oh doctor, that was great, better than I could have hoped for. How are you, did it ring your bells too?"

"Like Big Ben in London," I told her, "You're good at this sex caper now, must be all the practice you get."

"From my husband yes, but don't forget it's only two nights every three months with the swingers. I told you that I seem to learn a bit more off every guy I have sex with. I suppose I'm very lucky, but I haven't struck a dud yet. Each guy seems to be good at some of it. As for you, doctor, I think you tick all the boxes for me, I liked it all … you can stay the night."

"Was there any doubt?"

She giggled impishly, "No, none at all … I just like having a different man to hold me and cuddle me and cum inside me."

Sleep overtook us somewhere along the way. It was hours later that I woke to find myself alone in the bed. I scanned the room in the half-light that came from the moon shining through the window, figuring that she must have gone to the bathroom. Sure enough, the shaft of light from the bathroom came as that door opened and I watched her shapely silhouette walk slowly across the room toward the bed. 

She still wore the stockings, she looked sexy in them and nothing else, then the moonlight hit her breasts. Wow, the whole package looked good. She reached the side of the bed and saw me watching her, "Oh sorry, did I wake you. I needed to pee, I tried to be quiet."

"That's okay, we're not really here to sleep, are we? What time is it?"

She glanced across at the bedside clock, "Only midnight, did you have something in mind?"

"I thought we might test that Viagra pill, see what it's produced."

Susan leaned across and switched the bedside lamp on, then pulled the sheet back to reveal my cock, it was only at half-mast, "Doctor, you mustn't be thinking enough sexy thoughts. It only works when you are aroused."

"If I keep looking at your wonderful body, that should do it."

She clambered onto the bed and straddled my body, flaunting her nude body for me, "What do you like best?" she asked as her fingers slid down to her mound and separated her labia lips, exposing the pink inner lining. "How's this, does this do it for you?" Then, her hands came up and cupped her breasts, "Or what about these? They do like to be sucked and you didn't do any of that before … not that I'm complaining, mind you."

"Sounds like a complaint to me, but well founded. Here, let me at them."

"No no, just a minute, you haven't checked the full inventory yet." She swivelled her body around, her feet sliding up to tuck her toes into my armpits, her body bent over forward as I felt her hands grasp my knees. I thought that she was going to suck my cock into life again, but then I saw that her move had brought her spread arse cheeks up to only inches from my face. "Maybe you're an arse man, what does this do for you?" she asked and with the aid of the light from the bedside lamp, I could see her tiny anus winking at me.

"You are … you cheeky man … you're an arse man, aren't you?"

"A good female arse is appealing," I responded, wondering how she knew that was my weakness, "How did you know?"

"Because, in this position, I am staring straight at your cock and it stiffened hard as, the moment that I waved my arse in your face."

I raised my hands and stroked the smooth skin of her arse cheeks, dipping a finger into her arse cleavage and teasing her anal pucker from time to time.

"I'm sorry, doctor, you'd probably like to go in there. But I'm afraid that as much as I like being touched, just like you're doing to me now, I've never been able to have a man's penis inside me. It just terrifies me … must be a leftover from that repressed Catholic school upbringing."

I contented myself with playing with her anus and her smooth arse cheeks until she swivelled back around. "Now what was it that you wanted to do with my breasts?"

"Suck them," I confirmed and she sat astride my body, leaning forward over me and fed me first one breast and nipple, then the other. I gorged myself on her mammaries, sucking and licking and occasionally lightly nipping until I could feel her moving her lower body, adjusting the way she was sitting on me. Her widely spread outer labia lips were on either side of my hard shaft as she began to slide her body back and forth.

As much as I enjoyed attending to her breasts, she took them from me when the desire got the better of her and, using her fingers, she adjusted the position of my cock until I felt the warmth of her vagina totally encasing my shaft. Now she was sliding up and down on it.

She wantonly used my cock for her own delirious pleasure, drawing three more orgasms as she rode my cock like a seasoned jockey rides a horse. She failed me in not getting me to a peak this time. Having less control over the movements by being on my back, with less inclination by having already cum and with less pattern to the rhythm of the strokes, I found myself unable to cum. Yet my Viagra-supported cock held firm throughout.

When she collapsed after her third straight release, Susan failed to get back up, instead curling her head into the crook of my neck and slumbering.

When I had to move to stop my leg from cramping, my movement disturbed her and she lifted her head to look at me, "Did I fall asleep on you … oh dear, how rude of me. I am so sorry, James." She had reverted to calling me by my name, maybe her doctor fantasy had ended.

"I'm okay, I didn't want to wake you, but my leg had gone to sleep. Are you all right?" I enquired.

She yawned, "And why wouldn't I be, doctor? That was sensational … my God, I've cum so many times. Thank you … thank you!"

"You can stay up there if you want, my leg's okay now I've moved it."

"No, I'll become too heavy for you, I better move." She began to shift her body, but stopped suddenly and again looked down into my eyes, "Didn't you cum, James?" I was still inside her and when she moved her body, she felt how big I was still.

"No, but it's okay. Everything was good without my coming. It gave me pleasure just to watch your face as you came."

"But a man needs to … every time."

"Not so much at my age. I've probably only got two really good cums in me in one day. I'm happy to wait until our next one."

"What if there isn't another, I'd hate for you to miss out."

"Believe me, I'm not intending to miss out. I thought that if nothing else, we would at least wake up early and have a dawn-buster, just for good measure."

"Sounds great to me, I better set the alarm so we leave ourselves enough time." She reached out and did just that, then lay back down, our bodies still joined by my Viagra-enriched cock.

I woke around 3am and stumbled off to the toilet. I was standing at the bowl, doing my thing when the door opened and Susan came in, somewhat bleary-eyed. "My turn to wake you this time, eh?" I asked.

"No, not really … I had already woken before you and was lying there telling myself that I didn't really need to go when suddenly you jumped up and went. I just had to come in here and watch you, I'm admitting to being a bit of a voyeur when it comes to a man peeing. I mean, it's all out there, you can direct it, even paint the walls with it. With women, it all happens between our legs and we just sit there and it's gone."

I did feel odd, my wife and I were not in the habit of sharing the bathroom while the other was urinating … just an old-fashioned thing about privacy. My flow ebbed and I was about to reach a hand down to do what I always do.

Susan anticipated my move, "Can I shake it off for you? That's what you guys do, isn't it? Shake it to get rid of the last few drops. We women haven't got anything to shake, except our whole bodies."

"Be my guest," I told her and she moved to stand alongside me and gently grasped my cock and began shaking it. 

A couple of drops splashed my leg, "Whoops! Sorry! I guess I'm not very good at this."

"You're doing alright," I told her, noting that the touch of her hand felt good on my cock.

"My turn now," she said happily and twisted herself around me so that she dropped down to perch on the toilet seat immediately in front of me. I stepped back to gaze on her delightful body seated there before me, her stay-up stockings still staying up. I heard the trickle begin and saw a few drops of her pee fall from between her legs into the bowl, then a steadier stream beginning and I watched that too. 

This experience sent my mind spinning to thoughts of my wife with another man. Was she really intending to try golden showers with one of the men this weekend? It was not for me and I couldn't understand what had prompted my wife to even mention it, let alone consider doing it.

Susan drew me sharply back to the present and I looked down to see her holding a scrunched up wad of toilet paper toward me. "You can't shake me dry the same as I did to you … so what about you wipe me dry?"

She stood up, straddling the toilet and I bent down to gently wipe the toilet paper along her pubic slit from back to front. "Only wipe away the pee … leave me with my natural juices, I'll need them for you if you're ready again."

At 3am in the morning, I was ready for anything, so we adjourned together back to the bed. The next hour was one of the nicest that I have ever spent with a woman. We lay cuddled together and took it in turns to kiss and lick and suck on every erogenous zone in the other's body.

I guess that we both dropped asleep without my cock gaining entry to her inner sanctum, because I was jolted awake by the harshest sounding alarm clock I have ever encountered. It was 5.30am and regrettably, this night together with Susan was drawing to a close. I had only cum once the entire night while she had enjoyed seven (count 'em) orgasms.

I rolled over and began kissing Susan's breasts. She sighed appreciatively, asking me "The last one, eh?" and I nodded. "We better do it good then," she added. 

We did, it was very good, I had great control and she was multi-orgasmic once more. In spite of our tiredness, we were both energetic and I extended the foreplay so that it was well after six by the time that my cock burst forth it's cum into my willing lady's tight vagina.

We lay together for a suitable time, only to have Big Brother's booming voice pierce through the silence of the room, urging "All men must now be planning to leave the room they're in within thirty minutes. So as not to embarrass your spouse or partner and her guest, please wait until I direct your departure at 7am sharp."

Susan and I adjourned to the bathroom together and enjoyed a joint shower, during which I fingered her to one more release, just because I could. We dressed and sat waiting for the 7am call, exchanging pleasantries about our night together and telling fibs that we would seek to ask for each other in three months time when the next swinger's weekend rolled around. We both knew it was a lie because the variety of partners was the key to a swinger's weekend.

Chapter 30

Responding to Big Brother's 7am order to vacate Susan's room, I found myself walking the corridors with a sea of men once more. As I approached my own room, I could see that the door was open. I reached the door and began to turn in, only to find the young dick-head Alan in a severe lip-lock with my compliant wife, who was, once more, barely dressed in the peach-coloured chemise. He had her pressed back against the door, holding it open as he ground his body against hers, dry-humping with his pelvis.

"Time's up, jerk," I told him sternly, by now totally fed up with his flagrant disregard for the rules of the game. He broke off the deep kiss with my wife abruptly, leaving her gasping breathlessly. He looked like he wanted to hit me, probably for my jerk comment, but thought better of it and instead left without another word to either my wife or I, brushing menacingly past me.

My wife's aroused breathing had recovered sufficiently by the time that I followed her inside our room, letting the door slam behind me. "You didn't have to be rude to him," she chastised me. "He just didn't want to leave."

"You must have pleased him then," I suggested.

"And he pleased me too!" she was offering me possibly more information than I was ready for.

"So the night was worthwhile, you had a good time with this Alan guy?"

"It was obvious that you didn't like him, both last night and this morning … was it because he was having your woman? Do you consider me your possession, James?"

I had been married to this woman for nearly 30 years. By now, I knew to watch out for the verbal traps that women set for you. That last statement was baited to class me as a chauvinist pig, it certainly called for a denial. "Of course you're not my possession … that's a silly thing to say. And I didn't like him because I passed all of the other men out in the hall, doing the right thing … not arriving until after 6.30pm and getting out of the room when the voice told them to at 7am sharp."

She continued to defend him, "He's new to this, darling, he'll learn … in time."

"So are we, in case you'd forgotten. This is our first time, but at least we knew the rules."

"Well, I think you're making too big a deal out of it all." I had watched her as she walked all the way to the bed, the sheets looked well worked over and there appeared to be a couple of wet spots. Her silk chemise looked crumpled. I reached forward and flipped the garment up above her arse in back. I could see the thin strand of the thong slipping into the crease of her arse.

"Oh James, have you lost it altogether? Yes, I am wearing my panties."

"So was he as good as the legal bloke, Geoffrey?"

My wife turned to smile at me, "He was good, but in a much different way to Geoffrey. It was always going to be different, unless the computer had found me another man proficient in tantric sex. I did ask for it on my form, but I knew that it probably wouldn't happen."

"So no one-hour full-on sessions that wore out your cunt this time?"

"Please don't be so vulgar, James. No, but what this young man lacked in longevity and multiple positions, he certainly made up for in recuperating quickly and going again."

"I see, so you two did it a lot, eh?"

"I lost count, truly. God, I don't think we slept much at all. So honey, what do you want to do at 7 in the morning. You surely don't want sex, do you?"

"No, I'm pretty much taken care of in that department," I confirmed to her.

"So your lady was good too, was she?"

"Yes, Susan was very nice … and active!"

"Are we going to have a sleep together then, or do you want to sit up and talk about it?"

"I was going to suggest going down by the pool and having breakfast. I didn't eat much dinner last night, how about you?"

"I didn't have anything. You're right, I'm starved."

"Well, get something on and we'll go have breakfast."

She put on a bikini, along with a matching top that at least covered her to just below her crotch. My wife was becoming eccentric in her dressing. We ate breakfast and read the complimentary papers provided by the hotel.

When we both put aside the newspapers, I asked, "So honey, was your first partner swap everything you expected it to be?"

She thought about it for a long moment, "I know that you expect me to say that it was better than I expected … but actually, it was different to the way I thought I'd feel. It was more emotional than I expected … the fact that the man's penis that was feeling so good while it was sliding in and out of me wasn't yours. I had become so used to it always being yours when I closed my eyes to enjoy the pleasure that it brought. At times last night, it would feel like yours, but then I'd open my eyes and look at him and it wasn't you. That made me feel almost teary each time it happened, although I didn't let it detract from the pleasure I got from his doing it to me."

"That is nice that you at least thought of me while this guy was bonking your brains out. So was he any good?"

"Here I am giving you compliments … James, he wasn't any better at it than you are, he was just incredibly resilient. I guess that might have been his youth. It seemed like he only needed an hour or two and he was back up inside me again. I guess that you might have been like that when you were 31, but I honestly don't remember, James."

"Honey, I was sorry to come back to the room when I forgot my date's room number. It was only sixty seconds since I'd left so I didn't think it would be a problem, but he already had his shirt off. That unnerved me a bit."

"Yes, I was surprised too, I guess it might have been the way I was dressed to greet him. Being in my underwear sort of implied I wanted him to do the same. Go on, tell me I told you so."

"No, you got the message. My date had ordered in some room service, so it was over an hour before we even touched each other. I guess you can't say the same thing."

"I certainly can't, I didn't think about the food … that's a good idea. You saw Alan down to his trousers when you came back … well, you would not have reached the elevator then they were gone too and before I had got to know anything about this young man, he was totally naked in front of me. There was some foreplay, mainly his getting my panties and chemise off and we were both into it. I really didn't expect sex to happen so quickly. I must admit that in thinking about it before we got here, my greatest fear was how to get started. His way was certainly different. I like the food idea you mentioned, maybe I'll do that tonight."

"I thought you inferred he was as good as me at it. Don't sell me short, I would have at least warmed you up a bit before attempting penetration."

"James, don't get me wrong, he was only like that the first time. I think he was nervous so he just came at me like a bull at a gate. No, from then on, he was slower and caring and attended to all my needs."

"I am hesitant to ask this, but you started it back in the car ride coming here … did he piss on you, or you on him?"

"I won't even answer that."




The Doctor Diaries Ch. 08



"So that would be a no … or was that a yes that you don't want to admit?"

"You can take it as a no, James." Her nostrils flared, she was obviously annoyed at my asking about it again.

The rebuff of my last question pretty much terminated our review of the night. I did tell her a few snippets from my night with Susan, but I soon got the impression that my wife wasn't interested in hearing about any more of my conquests with other women. To her, this weekend was all about her and her attempt at equality with me on the philandering side.

The organisers of this swinger's weekend arranged a cocktail party from 3 to 4pm on Saturday afternoon. It was an odd feeling mingling with other couples, knowing that everyone would have a different sleeping partner that night. Any one of the women could have been my date for that night.

It was only when we returned to our rooms that we found the allocation sheets for that night had been slipped under our door. My wife and I both anxiously scanned them, wishing for much more than names, ages and minor details. "I have a man called Jeremy, it says he is 36," my wife informed me.

"I am sorry for you, darling, they seem to be keeping you with the thirties. You wanted a 40-something as your secondary, didn't you. I guess all the 40-plus guys are looking for a young chick. You'll have to be content with the memory of Geoffrey and last night's guy."

"Don't patronise me, James, I could keep up with a young man of any age."

I protested, "I wasn't patronising you, don't be so sensitive."

"Okay, I'm sorry I snapped at you. It's really all okay, I did ask them for something special and maybe this Jeremy guy was the only one who could help with that."

Now I was curious, "Something special, what does that mean? Not this crazy Golden…"

She stopped me short, "Don't even go there, James, I won't be telling you anything before tonight, so you can speculate all you want." She was eager to change the subject and did, "So who did you get, will she be the woman of your dreams?"

"No, she won't be you, honey."

"Now you're being sarcastic, James."

"No seriously, as much fun as last night was, it's nice to be back with you today, my lifetime companion."

"Ah, that's so nice," she gave me a hug. "But you haven't told me who you got?"

"Err, Christine Jamieson, she's 40."

"She's gonna be a bit old for you, isn't she. Didn't you want to try a twenty year old this time?"

"I'm sure I'll be happy with whoever the computer has found for me. Christine Jamieson, that name is vaguely familiar somehow."

"Funny if she turns out to be a patient."

"Not one that I can recall, honey."

"Well, she's 40, you only recall the women under 35, don't you?"

"That cuts deep, honey."

Chapter 31

At 6.20pm, my wife emerged from the bathroom after her shower. Thankfully, she was wearing a nice dress over her underwear this night. "That's much better, honey," I told her.

"You approve of me starting the evening as the conservative wife and mother that I am?" she asked.

"Of course I do." 

We sat down in the two chairs the room provided, facing each other, both of us with some degree of nerves. In spite of having already gone through this process very satisfactorily last night, we were both facing another evening with different partners. Would we like them, would they like us, would our sexual tastes be compatible?

"Have you ordered room service, honey?" I asked.

"Ooh no, thanks for reminding me. What sort of food did your date provide last night?"

"It was only a tray of finger food, but it filled a spot. Oh, and a bottle of champagne, that helped loosen us up a bit."

"Okay, I'll ask for that combination."

My wife called room service and ordered the food. I nervously returned to the bathroom and checked my appearance one last time. From in there, I heard the booming voice through the speaker phone, "All men are to now leave their rooms and proceed to your designated location. Please leave your room immediately!"

Wow, that ten minutes seemed to go quickly. I left the bathroom and looked across the room at my wife, she was also looking to be a bit apprehensive, "Curtain call, we're on!" I called to her. I didn't attempt to kiss her after last night's rebuff, I just blew a kiss across the room and headed for the door.

"Have a nice time," she called to me, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," and she giggled.

"Yeah, you too," I called back as I went out the door. Once more, there was activity in the corridor, men of varying ages heading to and from various doors. It seemed like this whole floor of the hotel was made up of swingers. I paused to look back at my room, no man had stopped at that door yet. This time, my intended partner for the night was in a room on the same floor as mine, just several doors along the corridor.

I stopped at her room number and knocked on the door, my brain again busy pondering the likely appearance of the 40-year-old woman who was about to open this door. It swung open and an attractive auburn haired woman greeted me … she could easily have been five years younger than her proclaimed 40.

"You must be James," she said warmly, but her expression changed as she appeared to recognise me.

I didn't know her, or not that I could recall, "Good evening, Christine … you are Christine, aren't you? I do have the right room?"

"Of course you do, it's nice to meet you … doctor." 

She obviously did know me, but I couldn't identify her as one of my patients, "I'm sorry, should I already know you?"

"It's been a while, you probably don't … you must see a lot of patients every month, every year." She must have seen that I was struggling to recall her. "Oh, I'm so sorry, where are my manners, please come in."

We had been having this conversation in the open doorway with various men passing by behind me. I now stepped inside and she allowed the door to close behind me, shutting out the commotion from the corridor. I allowed her to walk ahead of me into the main part of the room. She was about 5'4" with quite a good figure, although just a bit overweight at the hips. Her hair was long, falling to around the top of her breasts, she wore a skirt -- short but not quite mini length, and a jumper that accentuated the shape of her breasts.

"So you really don't remember me, doctor?"

"I am afraid not, were you a patient of mine?"

"Yes I was, but it was more than two years ago, so I can understand you not remembering. Is it going to be a problem that I already know you, know who you are? Would you prefer not to be partnered with someone who knows you?"

"It doesn't affect me at all, Christine. What does concern me is why you stopped coming to see me? Was I not a good doctor for you?"

"To tell you the truth, doctor, you were too good for me as a doctor. I only came to you three times, but I was having wild fantasies about you … lots of women do, you must know that."

"I have been told that having a sexual relationship with their doctor is a regular fantasy for lots of women. But why did that make you stop coming to me?"

She motioned me to a chair and she sat down opposite. "On what turned out to be my last visit to you, I came on to you. I had gone in to see you about a vaginal irritation that wasn't that serious. I desperately wanted you to put your fingers up inside me … or perhaps even some other big part of you. I thought that I flaunted myself at you enough to get you interested, but you never reacted the way I wanted … the way I expected. You stayed in your role as the perfect family doctor."

"You weren't to know this then, Christine, but it might have been that your timing was out. You say that was more than two years ago?"

"Yes it was!"

"Back then, I hadn't yet discovered my mid-life crisis. I was still honouring the Hippocratic Oath as a doctor. It would have been a few months after that that I began having lustful thoughts about nearly every female patient who came to see me. So why did you not try again?"

Doctor, can you understand how I felt in my fantasy world, I was frustrated and humiliated … I felt that you didn't find me attractive. I couldn't see that you were just too honourable. In my mind, every doctor must have his temptations and I desperately wanted to be yours."

"Well, I am sorry, I am sure that I would have responded differently to you if it had been only a few months later. Since then, my arousal when treating women has been nearly out of control. I am sure I would have noticed someone as pretty as you, particularly if you were coming on to me. Goodness me, I hope I can make it up to you tonight."

"I hope so too, doctor. Listen, would you like a drink from the mini bar first?"

I nominated my preference and she poured us both a drink in silence. When she sat down again near to me, she came up with a suggestion, "You just said about making it up to me. My mind was spinning while we were talking, I've got an idea." She gave a nervous laugh, "Could we play doctor, doctor?"

"Maybe," I answered, "How does that go?"

"I could get to live out my fantasy tonight. I mean, we're both swingers, right? So, obviously we're going to have sex together, that's a given on account of the computer putting us together. So how about you allow me to live out a little fantasy. You sit here and be the doctor and I'll come in and be the patient with a problem that is going to be very intimate. I will have to take all my clothes off in front of you and you will need to examine my … err, my private bits."

I liked her inventiveness, "Yeah, sounds like a lot of fun, Christine, let's do it."

She jumped up with girlish fervour, went across to the bedside table and took something out of the drawer, then quickly disappeared into the bathroom. I sipped my drink and contemplated what was about to happen.

Only a minute or two later, the bathroom door reopened and I heard Christine say in a different tone of voice, "Your next patient is here, doctor. I think this one might be a bit naughty … are you ready for that?" She was multi-tasking, also playing my unseen nurse.

Getting into the role-playing, I answered, "Send her in!" 

I intently watched the doorway and Christine reappeared, she was still dressed as she had been. She walked slowly across the room toward me, seated by the bed. Then she hesitated a few feet from me and clutched her lower tummy. I thought I could hear a buzzing sound. "Oh dear," she said, back to her normal voice, "This wasn't supposed to happen, it's all a bit soon. Oh no, I wish I could stop it, this might spoil it."

She resumed walking toward me, but seemed to bend forward from the waist, one hand still clutching her tummy. "Are you in pain?" I asked.

"No … err … not exactly," she stuttered, trying to straighten up, but obviously affected by something in her lower body. She started to laugh, "It wasn't supposed to start up this quickly. Damn, it might be over before it begins."

"What's that buzzing sound, Christine?"

She laughed again, "That's what I've come to see you about, doctor. I think you might have to look into it for me." She was trying to get back into character as my patient in her fantasy.

I could see where she was heading with this, but I still was unsure what the buzzing was. Could it be a vibrator or dildo of some kind? She stopped in front of me, trying to straighten … the buzzing continued as she grasped the bottom of her sweater and lifted it up over her breasts, then over her head.

I sat in front of Christine, admiring the shape and size of her breasts within the confinement of her black bra, her long hair cascading down around her breasts. "I have come to see you today, doctor…" she paused and swallowed hard, possibly distracted by the buzzing sound, but more likely by the object that was causing the buzzing. "Because I pushed something into my cunt … and it's got stuck."

Her blunt coarse description of her vagina jolted me … most of my female patient conquests have been more circumspect and used the medical terminology. However, at this time, I liked her blunt delivery, "And what is it that's stuck up inside your cunt?" I asked, "Is it the same thing that's causing that buzzing sound that I hear?"

She was already unclasping and unzipping her skirt, letting it fall to the ground. Now she was only in bra and panties, both lacy and black. Sitting so close in front of her, I could now make out a distinct bulge right at her pubis within her panties. It was now obvious that it was a vibrator that was buzzing, and protruding from her self-described cunt … but held in place by her panties.

The vibrating gadget was having an arousing effect on Christine, her body bending forward to either ease or go with the mounting pulsations within her body. "I was coming out to you with the vibrator inside me, but not yet turned on. It switches on at the end and it must have rubbed against my panties … it's turned itself on as soon as I walked into the room. I wanted to get to lie down on the bed and have you take it out for me, then replace it with your fingers. That would have been nice."

"I can still do that," I told her, pushing her backwards toward the bed. 

She dropped onto her back on the bed, "I'd like you to, but I don't think I'm gonna make it." Her breathing had become short and loud, coming out in gasps, as were her words, "Well, really … I am going … to make it. I'm gonna … cum!"

I knelt on the edge of the bed, my body hovering above hers, and I drew her panties down over her hips. There it was, the cream coloured vibrator sticking out from her vagina, it's vibrations throbbingly real inside Christine's body. Her legs were now constantly moving, her arse humping up off the bed. 

I grabbed a hold of the vibrator and began twisting it inside her, pulling it back out and then driving it firmly up inside her again and again. Her breathing quickened even more, "Oh God, help me, doctor … help me to cum!" 

I continued fucking her with her sex toy and bent over her prone body on the bed, my mouth moving down to close over her budding clitoris. That did it … that last move was the final trigger for her body to orgasm loudly and violently, her arse and hips humping up at my face and my fingers that controlled the plastic instrument that started all this pleasure.

After she peaked in climax, I eased the still pulsing vibrator from her body, turned it off and lay it alongside her on the bed. "Oh doctor, that was mammoth … thank you!"

"You respond to my treatment well, you must come back to me as a patient, I am sure I can help you a lot."

"You horny old bastard, you just want to add me to your harem of female patients."

"I think harem is a bit exaggerated … but seriously, I would like you to consider me as your doctor again."

My evening with Christine had started well. After her orgasm, she informed me that she had ordered a tray of sandwiches and we waded into those, plus a couple more drinks from the mini bar. We hadn't even kissed up to this point, so eventually, we became romantic and I lay down with her and we had a good conventional fuck.

After that, we slumbered for a while. Then about 11.30pm, she woke me up with the news that she wanted to get dressed and leave this comfortable room.

"What, are you kidding me?" I replied.

"I'm an old-time movie buff, in that I like all the old movies they show on TNT. I want us to go have a walk on the beach and try out a movie scene that I've always wanted to re-enact."

"Go walk on the beach, are you crazy?"

"Not just walk, I want to roll on the sand together at the water's edge, just like they did in my favourite movie scene."

"Roll on the sand … Christine, it's bad enough getting sand in your toes, but rolling on the sand near naked is gonna get sand in places you don't want it."

"Not if the sand can't get in because something's already in there," she said teasingly, grabbing a hold of my cock that was beginning to react in spite of the unappealing thought of rolling on wet sand.

"What's the movie that you want to re-enact?"

"From Here to Eternity, with Montgomery Clift and Deborah Kerr … have you seen it?"

"I think I might have."

"Montgomery takes Deborah at the water's edge. The movie's so old that we don't see all the sex like the movies show these days, but we get the message that they consummated in the surf. I want to do that with you."

"What if there are others walking on the sand?"

"That's part of the fun of it for me, I like the idea that we might be seen, but it will be dark enough that passers-by won't be able to recognise us. They will just know that here is a horny couple that can't wait to be in a bed. Come on, please doctor, fulfil another of my fantasies."

"I don't have access to my bathing costume, it's in my luggage back in my room."

"I've already thought of that, you can borrow my husband's Speedo's."

What could I do, if an attractive woman asks for such a favour, who am I to deny her? I put on the tight Speedo's and she wore a skimpy bikini. We went out past the pool and onto the sand, we walked along until we were just clear of the brightly-lit area in front of the hotel. Then Christine dropped at my feet on the wet sand, just above where the small waves were rolling in.

I dropped to my knees beside her and, when she held out her arms invitingly, I lay down with her and we shed our costumes and threw them up onto the higher dry sand, hoping that they would still be there when we completed our outdoor sex act.

The waves lapping at her feet and calves had already seen to her becoming wet up her legs to her thighs, but she was decidedly wetter at her entrance from juices produced inside the body. I slid into her easily and we did our best to emulate that classic love scene from a 40-year-old movie. While we were intensely involved with each other, we heard voices nearby of others walking past. Whether these strangers could see that we were actually coupled together, I didn't know and I was past caring. It was exciting and fun to behave in this manner and highly rewarding when we both came strongly.

We laughed all the way back to her room, where we showered away the sand and salt before retiring to her bed to rest before one last session shortly before dawn. She was a good and active participant. Before I left, she gave me her commitment to resume as a patient of mine, so who knows what Christine and I might get up to in future, now that we are firm sexual friends.

Chapter 32

I headed back along the hallway to my own room at 7.01am on Sunday morning, passing several men doing the same. This was definitely swinging on a grand scale. As I approached my room, the door was opening and I stopped just short of it, not certain if I really wanted to see the face of the man who had just kept my wife sexually entertained for the past 12 hours. 

My wife was not affectionately bidding him farewell at the door, as she had done yesterday morning. He just slowly eased it closed and turned to walk away, seeing me standing not six feet from the door. This would be 36 year old Jeremy, he looked like a normal sort of a guy. He must have realised that I was the returning husband because he gave me a smile and a hello nod of his head, then walked by me down the corridor. I approved of him more than the previous partner.

I turned to watch him leave, he headed for the elevator, must have a room on another floor. I took out my room card and inserted it in the lock, opening the door and stepping inside. Looking across the room, I could see my wife, totally naked, lying face down on the bed. She had a pillow under her tummy, raising her arse up higher.