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One Little Squirt

By: magmaman



{This story is a mix of me and my new chubby (OW!) wife that keeps looking over my shoulder and making suggestions. So if you don't like it we can just blame her. It's a mix of fantasy and real, like always.)

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Married! Dang. I would have bet my bank account (not a real big deal but still) that this was something that would never happen to me again. Not after more than a decade of living alone, well, me and the Dog but still, mostly alone.

I met Debra by accident, she is one of those Nurse Practitioners that serve communities that are best described as remote. They are as close to being a Doctor as you can get, with the advantage of them looking at each client like they are a person instead of a name on a piece of paper.

I always preferred nurses anyway. 

It took me five phone calls to even find a damn Doctor, part of the problem of living in a small coastal town. Finally after the fourth one told me they were not accepting new clients, the receptionist gave me Debra's office number.

I actually was looking for a real Doctor, but when they reluctantly said they would "squeeze me in" with the Registered Nurse I just had no choice. It was either that or drive all the way to Portland and I didn't want to.

Geriatrics, that was her specialty. Which meant us old folks, I guess.

Debra is about 5'4", a solid 150 pounds and nice and round. Some folks would take one look and say she is fat but they haven't seen her naked and I have.

Debra is not fat, she is big with a nice big butt that is soft on the outside like butter but solid as a muscle can be underneath. Nice big round set of jugs on her, too. The surprise is that even being round everywhere, her boobs don't really sag, one would think that gravity would have had some effect but it sure as hell didn't seem to.

Of course they do a little bit, but her nipples don't point straight down like happens to so many larger busted woman.

Nope, they just hang out there, looking at her sideways one would think the Swedes could fly through the air for 100 yards if they had them for a ski jump.

Hell, I could spend hours wallowing in those things, I was like a kid with a brand new toy the first time I got hold of them. Kinda nice, to be frank.

Ahead of myself here, ain't I?

53 years old, she looked like young stuff to me since I am 67. The first time I saw her she wore pants and a sweater with a cartoon character sewed on the front of it, she looked and acted nothing like any Doctor or Nurse I ever saw.

Touchie feelie is the way she acted, she even reached out and gently squeezed my bicep, her hand lingering. I almost instantly felt comfortable with her, something about her manner did that with ease.

Then those noticeably nice big boobs, they seemed to sway back and forth when she walked, I liked that. I suppose it would be nice to claim she doesn't look her age, that her body is fine just like when she was 18, the truth is that she looks about...53.

Nice and round, delicious!

Naughty as hell, once you get past the efficient Nurse plastered over the outside, all that bedside manner shit. Underneath is a hottie!

I found out that part later.

No inhibitions at all, either, not really any even in her work. When my other Doctor had to check my Prostate for example, he always got an unhappy look on his face and went through the motions.

I probably got an unhappy look on my face, too.

I think Debra liked it.

Debra had my stuff in her hands checking everything out, then next thing I knew she had her finger up my rear end and she took her sweet damn time about it and I really didn't mind one bit. I was even a little bit unhappy when she finally pulled it out.

I do remember looking at her in surprise when she then handed me a cup and steered me bare assed down the hall in a silly little gown with flowers all over it. I was thinking it was going to be pee in the cup, it was pretty small though and had a lid, I was wondering where the extra would go because once I do manage to get it started it's going to come out no matter what.

It's hell to get old, let me tell you.

Hard to get her started and just as hard to get it stopped.

I was trying to hold the damned gown together in the back with one hand while clutching the little cup with the other and not having a hell of a lot of success at that, my cheeks bright pink. 

By cheeks I mean both front and rear. I was sure everyone would look at my bare ass but they just ignored me.

"Sperm sample." She said bluntly, leaving and closing the door, not waiting for a response.

Swell. I tried, I really did, but the situation wasn't exactly the most exciting thing I ever had to do. There were several charts on the wall of people that I guess they skinned so all the muscles would show, real exciting shit.

I kept trying to visualize what a bare beaver or nice set of titties looked like but my mind kept wandering off to my Dog locked in the house and it would sure as hell shit on the carpet and the fact that I had my worn out spare tire on my truck because I got a flat the day before.

If you saw my spare you would understand. Little patches of the cords showing right through the rubber, it was going to pop any second and here I sat rubbing my limp dick worrying about it.

{Blank mind. Blank mind. Let my mind go blank, start over. Got it going a little bit, now get the vision of some sweet young thing, her legs opening slowly, smiling as he looked me right in the...??....Dog hiked up taking a dump on the..}

Just fuck.

"Are you doing OK?" Debra knocked on the door about 20 minutes later.

"Not really, sorry." I managed to mumble back.

"OK. I will send in Jenny."

Jenny?

"Who in the hell is Jenny?" I called out, not getting any answer. Just then the door opened with no knock or warning and this older nurse came in, I barely got the gown down over my bare dick. She yanked it right back up, grabbed me with a latex glove covered hand and got the sample and was back out the door in sixty seconds. I swear, she didn't even change expression.

All I could do was sit there in shock. They finally had to come and get me, I was too embarrassed now to go back out. Worse, some young woman I hadn't seen before they had on staff was right with me going back down the hall, I was sure she was smirking at me.

I was also sure that everyone in the building knew that Jenny had just more or less milked me, but no one even looked up as I held the damn gown closed in the rear.

That was all part of my Welcome to Medicare physical stuff, just looking for blood, bacteria I guess. I might be old but I was healthy as a horse as it turned out.

But later on I had what I thought was a little Angina episode, ended up in the hospital. That turned out to be an Ulcer caused by something called H.pylori, whatever that is. 

Anyway, I guess they meant it when they said to not chew Aspirin and take Plavex at the same time. Some silly thing about my stomach digesting my own blood supply and crapping shiny jet black stuff, hell, I felt fine.

I blamed it on some blueberries I had eaten a day or so before, since I felt just fine.

Until I didn't. I wrote about that in another story called "Teasing Nurses". That was kind of fun after I realized that I really wasn't going to die, I just needed a few gallons of blood put back in. 

When I suddenly began to feel like crap, I managed to get Debra's receptionist on the phone, and when I told her what my concern was she told me to hold.

Debra picked up on the other end, asked me a few questions.

"Get to emergency, right NOW, Dan!" Her voice sounded urgent. 

I didn't want to.

I convinced her to run some blood tests, she finally relented and did, ordering me to come over to her clinic, giving me the "Right NOW!" bit again.

Then she called me a "stubborn asshole" and ordered me to emergency again. I gave up and went because she sounded pissed off at me, plus the truth was that I really did feel like shit by then. It turned out to be a good thing that the emergency room was just across the street at the hospital.

By the time I got there I just wanted to go to sleep.

In no time at all they had bags of blood and some kind of clear stuff running into me.

They sent in some hairy guy to stick his finger up my rear end, he pulled it out and looked.

"Yep, blood!" He announced to the walls and left.

Then in came two cute nurses, I commented that of COURSE I got the hairy guy to check my behind, in a hospital full of cute nurses.

They just grinned at me and told me they could check some more if I really wanted them to.

I politely declined that with a grin. Then they stuffed a garden hose down my nose to check my stomach for some reason.

I hated both of them by the time there were done.

I get to cracking jokes when I am scared shitless, the nurses picked right up on that and teased back. I guess most of the time they have patients all torn up or dying, that has to be tough on them.

Then here comes a wise ass like me, it really was fun except for the damn needles. Every Nurse on the damned planet carries around needles, I swear. I ended up with four of them stuck in me.

Then they glued wires to my chest, I don't know what kind of glue they use but it doesn't come off. Maybe with gasoline but I didn't try that.

Anyway, that led to a bunch of trips to my Doctor after they sent me home. She poked and probed me and ran even more blood tests, made me take some crap called a Pres-pac and finally decided I was healthy again.

Except for that little issue of some old man's disease. Give me 15 minutes and I can pee, no problem at all. I got that finger up my fanny bit again, it was becoming a regular event.

Some of the things Debra prescribed for me were stuff that I guess the medical profession doesn't talk about very much. Debra skinned back the end of my pecker at least a half dozen times when I went in to see her, each time declaring it "looked just fine!" Then she would reach down and heft my balls, rolling them in her fingers.

"Interesting." She would mumble, then turn back to her computer screen.

She decided to have a nurse named July give me a massage, ending with an exercise intended to help my poor swollen Prostate. I had no idea what that was all about, but I found out.

I ended up giving her one of those sperm samples, too, it was a lot more fun than the last one. Paid for by Medicare, is this a great Nation or what?

Nobody believes that, but it happened. The only bad part was July decided I wasn't in bad enough shape to get any more sessions.

Darn it.

Like I said, Debra is different, unlike any Doctor I ever met. Twice in the space of just a few months some woman had their hands on my pecker, three if I counted Debra poking it and looking it over.

I was beginning to think I wouldn't need to go our chasing women, hell, all I had to do was go see my Doctor.

Not that I ever caught any women, but it was fun to think about. The ones that interested me weren't interested in me and the ones that were interested in me I wasn't interested in.

(How it that for a line? Debra told me to take it out but I decided to leave it in.)

Anyway, it's hell to get old.

Then one thing led to another, we were chatting in her office and Debra mentioned she had run across some of my stories that I post on here. 

Oh, man! I turned bright pink at that one! How in the hell she figured that out I still don't know for sure.

Everything I write has a dab of truth in there somewhere so Debra finding out that I was a mildly kinky old man hidden inside my polite and outer right wing conservative attitude embarrassed the shit out of me.

I lied through my teeth for a bit but that didn't work, she had me cold.

Finally I realized that Debra acted a little bit turned on, then somehow we went out on a date. The truth is that she asked me, or closer to the truth is she herded me into suggesting it.

I think, anyway.

Not long after that we ended up in the sack, and Debra turned out to be one even more surprising female than I had thought, and she was already pretty surprising.

For one thing, my usual bit of a struggle with the old pencil seemed to not be any problem for her at all, I think all she had to do was jiggle those big boobs and snap her fingers and I was up and ready to go.

That got to the point where my pecker actually got sore as hell though. Just think of using the old thing four times in two days after about a decade of not using it at all?

Sore as a damned boil for sure.

Debra being a Doctor..I mean, a Nurse.. had some ointment that she rubbed on it for me which caused....well, you know.

Lord.

Eventually the hide on it toughened up I guess, I got over being sore.

I also got married.

What? Married? Hell, I barely knew her, she barely knew me.

We should wait, date for a couple of years, get to know each other first. That is the way it is done.

I am 67. I am supposed to wait?

Fuck that. 

Debra was great in the sack, eager as it is possible to be, good enough me for at that stage of my life. When things got to the point where I went to bed thinking about her and woke up thinking about her, I guess that is when I decided.

Besides, she could also cook, as I found out one evening. She served a meat loaf that melted in my mouth, another time she came up with a pasta dish that I had seconds and then thirds and would have had fourths if there had been any left.

Off to Reno we went. The first night we spent pretty much in bed, after I got to sit and watch Debra as she showered because there was a big glass enclosed shower in the room.

Now that was fun! Watching her do that was as good as any porno movie I ever saw (not that I ever watch those..tee hee), I sat there on the edge of the bed as she came out drying herself off. She took one look at me sitting there naked with my dong sticking straight up.

"Oh, Boy!" She grinned, and we were at it some more.

Then we had to go take another shower. Afterward, I was pulling on my pants and she sprayed me down with some funny smelling perfume.

"What the hell is that stuff?" I asked her.

"Just some cologne I like." She hugged me and sniffed deeply, got a big grin on her face.

Off we went towards the elevators, holding hands like a couple of kids.

Reno, what a city. Lots of stuff going on. Debra and I wandered around looking at the sights, but that doesn't really take very long. 

We had a young oriental couple take a picture of us standing in front of the big arches, how is that for a unique shot?

Then off we went back to the casino. In short order she found a jillion line penny machine and she was betting 20 pennies to the line.

I tried to do the math on how much she was betting each time she pushed that button but I gave up.

That was when I realized that very likely Debra made one heck of a lot more money than I did. I honest to God never even thought about that part. All I had was the $900 per month stipend from the government and a dab of interest from my savings.

The interest income used to be pretty good, around $1000 a month or so until rates got so low. The bank offered me just under 1% if I would let them keep it locked up for a year with a 10% penalty for taking it out early, they said that with a straight face, too.

I watched her lose a month's income for me, finally I found a dollar machine that I could understand how it worked and started to play it.

It took me a few minutes to realize it took TWO fucking dollars and not just one. I was trying to bet just $1.00 but it kept taking two of them. Then I saw that "Max bet" button that was great big with the tiny little repeat bet button over a ways.

Why didn't they just say it was a two dollar machine in the first place? Then that other little button, had to watch out for that or it was FOUR fucking dollars instead of just two as I found out by accident a couple of times. Of course they put that button smack dab in the way so I kept bumping it with my palm.

That even worked once, I hit one of those little triple thingies with a bar on each side on the four buck setting, the counter clicked quite a bit when that happened. I think that was 120 points, then I sat there trying to figure out if it was 120 dollars or 120 FOUR dollars?

There was a long period of nothing, not even a damned triple that at least gave me a dab back. I looked down at the counter and it said 20 points, thinking I should have quit when I was ahead.

Then danged if I didn't hit a bunch of those smaller triple thingies also, in no time at all I had my $20 bill run up to 400 bucks! It just kept coming up with two single bars and the triple right in the middle every once in awhile, sixty bucks every time.

Then it would line up all three of the triples in a neat little row, but it was always one line up or one line down.

That happened so often it had to be a fucking plot.

A cute cocktail waitress went by, she glanced at me and smiled. I asked for a bottle of water, she came over and handed it to me.

Then she sniffed me! I swear to God, she actually seemed to sniff me. I handed her a buck for a tip, she grinned ear to ear.

"Doing any good?" She asked, looking like she had no plans at all to leave. She bent over to say that, kinda close to my ear since the racket in the casino was beyond belief. I realized I could see all the way down the front of her tiny black outfit, there was one soft breast sitting there completely in view, capped by a great big black nipple.

"I..uhh...yea, pretty good, I won $400." I said, mildly flustered at the sudden peek at her over exposure.

"Neat!" She said, still smiling and making sure I got a real good look at her assets.

Hell, I only handed her a buck, what would happen if I gave her 5 bucks?

Finally she wandered off, I saw her across the room a couple of times, she kept glancing my way and smiling.

I checked my zipper, it wasn't that.

I had just about forgotten that, when a lady around 40 or so plopped down at the machine next to mine. She gave me a sidelong glance, then smiled sweetly.

"Hello." She said.

"Oh, hi."

"Doing any good?" 

"Yea, I...." I glanced down at the counter, it read just under $200. I had gotten distracted and kept hitting the button I guess.

Fucking thing was on four bucks again, too. I pushed the button to put it back on a dollar bet.

"Up a little bit." I told her, looking over as she fed a hundred into the other machine. Then I went back to playing, the thing was doing it's job, which is to extract the cash in my pocket into their pocket.

The woman kept glancing my way, I realized she was sitting so close we were almost touching. 

I was just about to get the dab of cash that was left out of my machine when it came up two of those yellow triple bars and a round triple thingie right in the middle. It took me a second to realize that was $600.00!!

The woman next to me started bouncing up and down all excited, next thing I knew she was touching my arm, then her hand dropped down and she patted my thigh.

I wasn't real sure if she was trying to pick my pocket or just rub my pecker but she missed the end of it by about an inch and I was very aware of that.

Then she sniffed me!

Damn. Twice I got myself sniffed at in the space of half an hour and I don't think I ever had a woman do that before in my life.

She leaned back, a funny look on her face. Her hand came up and lightly brushed across the front of her blouse, it looked like a reflex motion. Next she flipped her hair back with one hand, a movement that I recognized.

"Say, are you hungry? They have some really nice restaurants here." She said.

"I am here with my wife, we just got married yesterday." I told her. Her face fell.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know."


One Little Squirt Ch. 02



"It's ethics!" Debra said.

"Oh, bullshit. You are a Doctor, why in the hell should I have to go see a different one and pay them when I have you right here?" I was feeling a bit crabby at that. It was going to cost me the Medicare co-pay.

"Danny, even if I did see you I would have to bill you, the system I work for would insist on that."

"Hell, that's like being a mechanic and having to take my truck to a different one!" Was my retort.

"I have seen you try to fix your truck!" She giggled.

Well. She had me there.

I swear, it is a pain in the ass to be married to a Doctor. Bad enough to get nagged all the time about what I eat, God help me if she caught me sneaking outside behind the garage to have a smoke.

Broccoli, for Christ's sakes.

It is kinda good though, especially with that low fat sauce Debra makes and pours over the whole thing with little bits of Ham chopped up in it?

No whiskey in the cupboard, my two favorite TV channels got canceled, too. I did try to explain to her that I never EVER watched those channels, that was a mistake.

"No need to pay for them then, honey." She smiled.

"Besides, you go to the Literotica site all the time."

"I have to pay to watch any videos there."

"You have to pay to watch those other channels, too!" She grinned at me and headed for the kitchen.

"Besides. You told me you just go over there to get ideas for your stories."

Well. She had me there.

I followed her into the kitchen to see what she was planning on making, muttering the whole way about how the internet was SUPPOSED to be free.

I can't gripe about her too much, living alone for nearly a dozen years got me stuck with solo sexuality, and then at age 67 the chance of ever having sex again had been very long odds.

Unless I wanted to part with a couple hundred bucks. Not likely since I only get a bit over $900 per month in Social Security after they take out the chunk for Medicare.

Of course I have my savings, but interest rates are so low a fruit jar and a hole in the ground pays about the same. Then they want me to pay taxes on even that.

Meeting Debra was an accident, I just needed a new Doctor. Somehow she let me know she liked me, darned if we didn't end up in the sack, next it was Reno getting married at one of those plastic marriage places.

Oh, all right. I didn't mind one bit! Debra can cook, lord can she cook. She makes a Spinach Lasagna that almost brings tears to my eyes.

If someone had put something like that on a plate in front of me before I met her, I would have thrown a temper tantrum.

I almost did, anyway, until she more or less forced me to taste it.

By the third helping I decided I would eat anything she came up with.

Hell, I took a big spoon and scraped the corners of the metal pan she used while she grinned at me happily.

I say if you can find a woman that can make Spinach taste good, you better grab onto her!

Debra can make a full meal out of a salad. How she does that I don't have a clue, there are things in there that I don't even know what they are.

Sure does taste good.

I guess I have to say that I really do love my woman, all 150 pounds of her. Nice big boobs that don't even sag much which is a surprise since she is 53. Her behind is soft as butter on the outside and solid underneath, and I delight in sticking my face between her big legs.

She actually tastes good too!

Before I met her, I was getting to the point where getting it up and going was a struggle. Sure, once in awhile something set me off, but that was further and further apart.

Taking a leak almost required a half hour long appointment.

But Debra has no trouble at all making things work, and for some reason the more time we spend in bed, the easier that gets. In just a few months of being with her, I found I slimmed right down. The old noodle comes right up and stays there.

Darned if I didn't start pissing like a race horse!

And I actually ate Spinach Lasagna!

Another thing different was I went down to the river bank and dug a mess of clams. I was clear back to the car with my limit when it hit me that my legs weren't tired.

Getting married turned out to be very good for me.

We had all of that naughty fun in Reno on our honeymoon, every single day seemed to bring one more surprise. I found out that my new lady was a little bit on the naughty side, and she also did not have a single jealous bone in her body. She even squirted some of that Pheromone stuff on me just to see what would happen. Then she was running around with no underwear on to tease me, plus three times she got looked at briefly naked or nearly so, twice by some guys and once by the maid.

Interesting. That appeared to get her fussed up.

That Pheromone crap actually did seem to work also, at least on some of the women, anyway.

Most women would shit a brick if their husband even used it, Debra thought it was funny and told me she liked it herself. She acted even hornier in Reno than she did at home.

Not normal at all as the women I have known in my life have been somewhat more possessive.

So here we were, having a discussion about me going to see a Doctor when I had a perfectly good one right here at home.

Debra insisted, she didn't ask, she just made the appointment for me.

"I'm not sick!" Didn't work.

"You damn near died from that last episode! You are GOING to go in for a followup and some tests!"

Crap. I gave up and went.

I walked into the clinic, Debra came out and told me I was going to see her office partner, Nurse James.

"You will like her, you already met her once."

Her?

"Hey, can I maybe see a male Doctor?" I asked. I hadn't even thought about that part. Hell, every time I came into this place someone stuck their finger up my butt or grabbed my weenie, and lately if anyone got close to it the thing took off by itself.

I was pretty sure that with a male Doctor there would be no problem with that.

"No. We don't have one on staff, we are all Nurse Practitioners here." She grinned at me and went into the back of the building.

I was sitting there bored, reading a two year old Newsweek when Jenny walked in. She was a tall and slender woman, about 45 or so. She wore her hair tied up in a severe bun, and had some dark framed glasses perched on her nose. She looked exactly like she had the one time I had seen her before, right down to the white smock that was loose around her neck.

Homely as a mud fence, but with a bright smile and dark blue eyes.

"Hi, Dan. Nice to see you again. Debra asked me to take good care of you."

I blushed, remembering her. This was the same woman that had walked into the little room during my physical and basically milked me and left.

"I see you had a gastric bleed? How are you feeling now?"

"Fine."

"Did you finish the Prev-pak?"

"Yea." That was a 14 day run of pills I had to take, so damned many of them I could almost call it breakfast and dinner.

"It's a wonder I didn't gain weight!" I wisecracked.

She just laughed at that.

"Well, gown up." She said, turning to leave.

"Why?"

"Because I need to check you out." She left, shut the door.

I sighed. Here we go again, those stupid gowns that leave the bare ass hanging out in space. Hell, they jerk the damn things up anyway, why not just put them on the other way?

I muttered to myself, undressed and put on the silly thing. A younger nurse came in and took my blood pressure, looked in my ears and listened to see if my heart was beating.

Then she handed me a little cup, told me to use the room just down the hall and put the sample in the little tray.

I sighed, here we go again. Another fucking sperm sample, I had never heard of a Doctor's office that wanted to check sperm for blood and bacteria so damned much.

It was about 10 minutes later, I was getting nowhere, someone knocked on the door.

"Is everything all right?" A young woman's voice asked.

"No, not really. Hey, there is no way I can do this in here." I answered, halfway expecting Jenny to come in and yank the sample from me like she had the last time. 

I had managed to get the thing about halfway up but Debra kept me drained all the time and we had gotten it on earlier that same morning.

"I can get you a catheter if we have to." She called out.

Catheter? How in the hell were they going to get a...

Oh.

The cup did look bigger than the last time they sent me in here.

"Urine sample, right?" I asked through the door.

It was quiet for a long moment, then she said yes.

I heard her giggle.

I looked around, not a single window I could crawl out of.

OK. That part was easy, I filled the cup and went red faced back to the examination room, noticing everyone down the hall was looking at me with big grins.

A couple of minutes later Jenny came back in. She had a big smile on her face too.

"Hey, if the nurse just told me what kind of sample she wanted..." I started to protest in defense.

"It's all right. I will talk to her but you have to admit that is funny!"

I managed to keep from growling.

"OK. Let's do the Prostate first, go ahead and turn around, put your hands on the table." Jenny said, plopping down on a little roller stool.

I did, she stuck her finger up my fanny, wiggled it around for a second or two.

"Interesting." She said.

"What?" I was still embarrassed at what had just happened in the other room, so I probably sounded a bit short.

Hell, she found my asshole...interesting?

"No Prostate inflammation at all, the chart says you were having some issues. How have you been urinating?" She did her best to not snicker but she failed miserably.

I knew exactly what she was thinking about. My little misunderstanding in the other room.

It popped right into my head to say "Out the end of my dick." but I managed to just say, "Fine."

Actually, I had noticed that, everything was working pretty well in that department.

"You are having regular intercourse, aren't you?"

"Yea." I turned bright red at that one.

"Good. Sexual activity is the best thing in the world for swollen Prostate glands." She spun around on her stool and started typing on her keyboard.

She was looking at the results from the blood tests I had to come in for the day before, muttering to herself.

"110 over 72, 144..wow, 90 high density lipos, iron counts normal, this is amazing. Yet you have a stent and are on blood thinners?"

"Yea, they put one of those in my heart way back. What's amazing?" I asked her.

"Your test results look like they are for a typical high school athlete."

"Really?"

"Yes, very good! I think that Debra is very good for you!" She turned to me with a grin.

"Well, she does make this Spinach Lasagna...."

Jenny laughed at that.

"Plus intercourse about twice a week, right?"

"Uhh, more like four or...five times." I blushed again.

"Really?" She blinked, then laughed.

"No wonder you are both losing weight, you are down 14 pounds and Debra looks like she has lost a lot, too."

I had noticed Debra's slacks suddenly seemed a little bit loose, but things like that happen fairly slowly so they sneak up on a person. I knew I was down, my scales at home read 205 pounds and I was usually right around 220.

"Five times, huh? Sometimes I wish that I...." Her expression seemed far away for a moment.

She looked at me, and she blushed this time.

I started laughing. She giggled also for a moment.

"Well. Anyway, I need to check...You don't mind, do you?" She looked at my crotch, I was standing there in front of her wearing the gown.

"I...uhh...OK." I told her. She leaned forward and reached under the gown, lifted my testicles, asked me to turn my head and cough. I glanced down, her smock gaped open and I could see the tops of her breasts sitting there perched in a frilly looking bra.

I felt myself start to erect, and had a little mental struggle to avoid that. Then she rolled each one of my testicles in her fingers, that didn't help one bit.

"Can you lift the gown please?" Her voice was low, I sensed a bit of a catch in it.

"I have a...I am getting a...." I could not help myself, the damn thing was betraying me and heading North very quickly.

"That's all right, I am used to it." She sat there waiting.

I sighed and lifted the gown. Her eyes locked onto me, then she reached out and turned my erection back and forth, inspecting.

"Do you have any inflammation, itching?" She asked.

Actually, I had noticed that a little bit and I told her so. This was weird, she still sat there holding my dick.

"I thought so, that large run of antibiotics you took for the H.pylori bacteria that caused your gastric bleed? That can cause a little Thrush infection."

She slid her other hand up and skinned my foreskin back. Now the damn thing was hard as a rock.

"Well, it looks all right. In fact, it looks well formed and healthy, I don't see any signs but I am going to prescribe some ointment, just in case." Jenny stood up, opened a drawer and got out a small tube of something. Then she sat back down, reached out for me.

I was still standing there holding the damn gown up with my cock sticking out, foreskin rolled back. Jenny reached out and grasped the shaft again with one hand, and squeezed some of the lotion onto me out of the tube.

Then she began to spread it out.

Right on the end of my swollen up dick.

Lord.

The sensation caused me to twitch, I turned my head and tried to think of something else.

"Be sure and get it all the way back, even here underneath your foreskin." She told me, sliding her finger back and rubbing some more. She rubbed it in underneath, too.

She did not seem to be in any hurry.

I really really needed her to stop that.

"You had better....." I managed.

She let go of me.

"Oh. I am sorry, I was just showing you...."

I let the gown drop, reached under it to tug my foreskin back into place. She had stopped barely in time, she was about to get a face full.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it." I managed.

"It's perfectly all right. You can go ahead and get dressed now. Here, take this tube and use it twice a day for 14 days." Then she quickly left.

I got dressed and went out into the waiting room. Debra was nowhere in sight, I figured she was with a client, so I went on home.

I was sitting my my chair watching a court TV show when Debra got home. She came over and hopped into my lap.

"Well, how did it go?" She asked, nipping my earlobe.

"How did what go?"

"Your appointment, silly."

"Fine."

"Come on, give. Tell me what she said."

"Didn't you read the report?" I teased her, reaching out to molest one of her breasts.

"Yea."

"Well, she stuck her finger up my ass, played with my pecker for awhile, rubbed some junk on the end of my dick, then told me I was healthy as a horse and kicked me out."

"So. How did she act?"

"What do you mean, how did she act?"

"Jenny told me that I was lucky because I got to you first!" She giggled.

"Really? She did spend quite a long time rubbing some lotion on my cock."

"Lotion? What lotion?"

"This stuff." I reached over and found the little tube Jenny had given me, handed it to her.

"Oh. Probably not a bad idea, but you are fine. I already checked." She laughed some more.

"What is so funny?"

"I heard all about your episode with the Urine sample."

"They damn near got a funny looking one!" I laughed.

"Then I saw Jenny, she got all fussed up!" Debra was giggling so hard she was almost choking.

It hit me.

"What did you do?"

"Oh, just some more of that Pheromone stuff. This type is odorless."

"You didn't!"

"Yes, I did."

"You brat! No wonder! Hell, I almost ended up shooting her in the face."

"Now that would have been hilarious!" I had her blouse unbuttoned by this time. She was tugging at my belt.

"So how many cocks did you have in your hands today?" I teased her.

"Just two but neither one was hard, not like this one!" Her hand was busy moving up and down.

I pushed her off my lap, picked her up and headed for the bedroom. She actually was getting lighter, I made it without a struggle.

Well. Not much of a struggle, anyway. Debra was hotter than a pistol, I was really starting to wonder about her.

Later, I told her that she just had to quit squirting me with that crap, she was going to get me into trouble.

"Oh, I'm not worried."

"Well, when some woman starts fiddling with my dick I am not too sure I can resist that."

"Really? Let's see!" She reached out and took hold of me, started sliding her hand up and down. The reaction was almost instant, but all I could muster was a softy.

"Well, did I get it all?" She smiled, leaned over and slowly rubbed her titties up me from my groin to my chest. Then she opened her legs and slid right back down. That didn't work, it was going to be at least a few hours.

She didn't mind, we lay there and cuddled for awhile.

I decided it was a good thing I was pretty healthy, or this woman was going to do me in.

"So? When is my next Doctor appointment?" I asked her later with a big grin.

Debra looked at me and smiled, then she turned and headed for the kitchen. 

"You aren't sick." She said over her shoulder.

"Darn it!" I answered, watching her fanny swing back and forth..

I clicked on the TV, leaned back in my recliner. 

I felt myself getting another hard one going, twice in less than 60 minutes, amazing!

That was what my new Doctor had told me, amazing.

My mind flashed to the sight of the tops of her breasts when she bent over to grab me.

That did it, now I was up for sure. I hopped up, headed for the kitchen.

It sure is hell getting old. 



One Little Squirt



"That's OK." I gave her a smile as she got up to leave.

"I am in 303." She grinned at me, then she turned and left.

Now what the hell? Didn't I just say "wife?". I punched the button and got my slip, pretty happy at that. I turned and almost ran over the little cocktail waitress, she stood there smiling with a huge expanse of her titties pouring over the top of her ridiculous little outfit.

I couldn't help but look down at them, that got an even bigger grin from her.

"Need anything, honey?" She asked.

"I am fine, thanks." I had to step out around her to leave, she was standing very close to me.

I was thinking it must be that hair color for men I had so carefully combed in after taking my shower.

I found Debra finally after almost getting run down by an on the heavy side housewife type that then seemed to follow me for a little ways before giving up, and one way too young woman grinned at me in a way that struck me as a bit familiar?

Hooker, probably, I guessed.

"Ready to head up to the room, hon?" Debra said when I walked up and put my hands on her shoulders, giving her a little rub.

"Sure, if you want to."

"That sounds better than what I am doing here!" She pushed the button, I noticed the counter read 50 bucks.

"I hit one for $600.00!" I told her.

"Great, that almost makes us even." She laughed.

We got up to the room, I found some fruit juice in the robo bar and sat down on the bed. Debra came out of the bathroom naked as a jaybird, man did I like that. She came over and sat down beside me, grabbing my bottle and taking a drink.

I used the moment to reach out and molest one of her boobs, she sighed and smiled. I stood up to pull off my shirt, then I looked up and saw our curtains were open and two guys were standing there in a room across the way, staring at us.

"Uh...Debra." I said, nodding their way.

"Oh, shit!" She jumped up and ran over to where one of the big white robes was on the back of a chair. She pulled it on, one of the guys smiled and gave her a little wave.

She gave him the finger, then went over and closed the curtains, glaring over at me because I was laughing. Then she grinned.

"Well, I hope they got their jollies!" She said, then she started to giggle.

"I didn't realize you were a flasher!" I told her.

"Oh, just sometimes!" She grinned, opening the robe and bouncing up and down on her tiptoes, which made her breasts go into some serious motion.

"Dang!" I said, reaching for her, but she slid out of my reach. I ended up chasing her all over the room, for a big gal she sure could squirm around. We were both sweating by the time I got her cornered and down on her back. We bounced each other all over the place, making a bit of a mess on the carpet. We lay there snuggled up, then we both dozed off right there on the floor.

The carpet seemed to be softer than the bed, anyway.

I heard something, it sounded like the Dog wanted out. I was having a nice dream about laying there while someone pulled on my pecker and I was trying to see who it was, so I resisted waking up. Then I heard it again, I opened my eyes and realized I wasn't home, Debra and I were laying on the soft carpet, both of us naked.

I looked over and there stood a Hispanic maid pushing a big cart, a startled look on her face. She said something, all I got was the "Por favor" part, then she quickly closed the door.

Debra had just woken up.

"Looks like I am a flasher too!" I grinned at her. She just giggled and got up, taking another shower that I got to sit and watch. I didn't get a woodie that time, in fact the way things were going it was likely to be a week or two.

Maybe a month.

Debra came out and got dressed. I had already changed clothes, any more showers and my skin would wrinkle.

Just then the maid knocked again, I let her in. She gave us a sidelong grin, but said nothing, just went about her work. I blushed mildly when she spotted the stains on the carpet, she just got a bottle of something and sprayed it, then rubbed it up. I had already made some ineffectual attempts with a towel.

I went into the suite's main section where Debra was mixing herself a drink. I glanced back for a second, just in time to see the maid pick up my shirt, hesitate. Then she lifted it up to her nose and sniffed it. She glanced my way, saw I had caught her, so she quickly laid it with the other clothes on a chair.

Her eyes came up and met mine again, then she smiled. It finally registered on me what had to be going on.

"Debra!" I called out as soon as the maid left.

"What, honey?" She said from the other room.

"What in the hell was that stuff you sprayed on me earlier?" I asked.

"Just some cologne, mixed with a dab of Pheromones, why?"

"What's that?"

"Just a scent, it adds some natural sexiness to your normal body smell, I like it."

"It's beginning to look like lots of other women like it too, it's a wonder I didn't get raped!"

Debra just laughed.

"I like it when you look and act and smell sexy."

"Well, this is turning out to be one hell of a trip. First the cocktail waitress flashed me, then some woman tried to pick me up, a couple of others acted like they were in heat. Then you flashed your titties at the guys over there and now the maid gets a nice look at my dick, and I catch her smelling my shirt!"

"Well, it's "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." She grinned.

"We are in Reno."

"There is that, same thing applies."

"If I get my ass carted off and abused, it's going to be your fault." I told her with a snicker.

"Look but don't touch, Babe. Remember I got that pickle jar and I am a Surgeon." She grinned.

"You are Nurse."

"Close enough!" She came over and hugged me. Then before I could stop her, she sprayed me with that damn bottle again. Leaning in to inhale deeply, she tilted up and kissed me.

"Yep, I like that. It makes me wet."

"That cocktail waitress is going to attack me!"

"Naw, she is just after the wad of cash in your pocket."

"Hey, you are fucking up my fantasy here, babe."

"Oh, I'm sorry." She reached down and rubbed my crotch.

"We never will get to lose any money if this keeps up." I told her, laughing.

"Sure we will, come on!" She grabbed my hand and off to the elevator we went.

It hit me as we were waiting for the elevator that she hadn't put a bra on. She had a couple of extra buttons undone, too.

"Where is your bra?" I asked her, eyeballing a rather large expanse of her left boob.

"Don't need it, you don't mind do you?"

"Uhh...I guess not."

"I don't have any panties on, either." She whispered.

"You are wearing slacks."

"Yea, but I know. And now you know, too." Her fingers slid inside the front of my shirt, teasing me. We almost missed the elevator, a couple got off as we were kissing, gave us a sidelong glance.

I have to admit we were having one hell of a lot of fun.

Debra sat down at that same silly machine that had done a good job of cleaning her out before, I wouldn't have gone anywhere near the damn thing myself after that but what could I say?

The other thing is now I knew what was causing the women that got close to me to do some odd things. Let's face it, women don't go around sniffing strange men.

Well, I didn't think they did anyway.

So I was expecting something like that. But nothing happened, a fat guy sat down on the machine next to me. He lost his ass quickly and got up to leave cursing the "tight motherfuckers."

He was right, too, I lost about a hundred and gave up. I went looking for Debra, she was now doing pretty good. I looked down at her counter and it read just over a grand.

"Get the ticket and run, babe!" I told her.

"Not yet, it's going to hit." She said, pushing the button again.

It went click click click, of course.

"Let's go get some Tacos." 

"Not yet, in a minute."

Click click click.

I sighed and wandered over to the bar, ordered a whiskey and coke. I seldom drink but it seemed like the right thing to do.

"Got your card?" The gal asked me. She had on one of those tiny little black outfits, her boobs looked like they were sitting on a shelf bra the way they bulged up and out of the top.

I figured that if she had any nipples at all they had to be on the bottom of her tits.

"Card? What card?"

"Comp card, it gets you free drinks." She said, picking up my ten dollar bill I had sitting there and giving me back a tiny part of it.

Dang! How damn much were the drinks in this place, anyway? The waitress just gave them to me for free.

"What's with the card?" I asked her.

"Go to the promo center, get a card for the machines. It racks up points and the drinks are free even when you aren't playing."

"OK. Cool!" I left her the rest of my ten dollar bill for a tip, there was only a couple bucks and some change there. I took my drink with me, since it was solid gold.

It was mostly coke anyway, but still. 

I planned on swiping the glass.

A bored older lady at the promo counter took my information, handed me a little plastic card. I was waiting for her to smile, sniff me, something but she just pushed buttons. Then she handed me another one for Debra.

It seemed that they knew everything about everyone in this place. I glanced up at the little round black things that I was reasonably sure were cameras. There were so many of them I was sure they missed nothing at all. 

Still clutching my drink, I went looking for Debra.

I was surprised to find her sitting there, several people gathered around.

"What's going on? Is everything all right?" A couple of the guys standing there were in security uniforms.

Debra just grinned at me and pointed at the machine. I looked at it, it took me a second to get it. I guess she was right, it was going to hit.

"How much is that?" I asked her.

"$3500.00, they will bring me a tax slip to sign."

"Wow, I didn't know that could even happen!" I told her, handing her the little card they gave me.

So with both of us higher than a kite, we wandered off to a corner cafe and got some Tacos.

"Your stuff doesn't seem to work any more." I told her, trying to keep the Taco from dripping on my shirt.

"Yes, it does."

"Nobody paid any attention, nobody sniffed me this time."

"Most women won't really react when they sense it, some of them will though."

"Why? What is the stuff?"

"It's pheromones, just a sexy scent, it makes you give off a masculine smell. It's pretty subtle."

"Well, that one woman did act like she wanted to pick me up!" I grinned at her. Debra was rubbing my leg and I felt myself starting to react again.

"Do you like that?" She asked.

"I think it's you that gets me going, babe." I laughed.

"I love you sweetie, now let's go win some more money!"

"I only have $1000 bucks, I don't think that will last very long." I had the $400 left of the $500 I had brought with me plus the $600 ticket I had won. Part of the $600 was what I had started with.

"Here." She reached into her purse and handed me another grand.

"What's this for?"

"Play them hard to win!" She grinned at me.

Yea, sure.

She went one way and I wandered down the row looking for something that made sense. Most of the stupid games had lines going every which way and things on them I didn't understand, but finally I found a row of old fashioned ones.

I sat down to play a 5 times pay machine, all I had to do was get the big 5 on the center line with something else just alike. Of course all of the 5's end up one row down or up without fail.

I lost the first bill and stuck in another one just as that same woman I saw earlier sat down beside me.

"Hello again." She said.

"Oh, hi."

"Doing any good?"

"Nope, it doesn't like me."

She giggled like I had just cracked a wonderful joke, then she started to play this thing that had cigars on it. She kept glancing at me, too.

I finally gave up on the one that was eating my money, so I got up and went over to the same one I had played earlier. Of course it had already paid me off once so it probably wouldn't do it again, everybody knows that.

My $20 bill was over $300 in less than two minutes again. That perked me up, what had I found here?

The same woman came over and sat beside me again. I was wishing I had a big smelly black cigar or something.

"Oh, winning now I see?" She patted my leg. I looked her way as she reached out to put a bill in the next machine, then I realized her blouse was undone so far that as she reached out her right tittie came into view. It was on the small side but there sure was no bra covering it up.

Each time she reached out to push the button, the blouse gapped and gave me a flash. 

Hell, two bare breasts in the space of half a day? Maybe Debra was right. The woman looked over at me and caught me peeking but she just smiled.

It was now obvious she was doing it deliberately.

Damn me, I started to react. It is just plain darned hard to pay attention to a silly slot machine while some rather cute woman is happily showing off her bare titties sitting right next to you.

I was paying more attention to the show than I was to the slot machine when I tapped the button and it felt different, I absent mindedly tapped it again and nothing happened.

I looked at it, then I realized it was rather quietly going "ding ding ding" and there sat two triple things and a big red seven!

I came right off of my chair, let me tell you! Wow, $1800 bucks! The woman next to me got all excited and jumped up and gave me a hug, she was patting my back. Just as I managed to get myself untangled I looked over and there stood Debra.

She came over and tucked her arm in mine, looked at the woman.

"Mine, honey!" She smiled sweetly. The gal got the hint and wandered off. Some big guys came over and watched one of the floor workers count out my money, they all acted like I had done something really special and then they left us alone.

"Any more excitement like this and I am going to kick the bucket." I told Debra, clutching my chest like the guy on Sanderson and Son.

"Oh don't be silly, you will live to be 100, assuming I don't do you in myself!"

"You just have to quit squirting that crap on me, some of these females are in heat or something I think."

We went back up to the room, laid around for awhile. I counted my pile of cash a half dozen times. Debra didn't bother, she was back to even which shocked me a little bit.

Finally I carefully tucked the cash in the safe, putting in my birthday as the pass code because anything else I would forget.

Then we both stretched out on the bed, necked a little bit and fell asleep. I woke up, she was still sound asleep so I got up and headed downstairs. I passed room 303 on the way, the woman who had been following me around popped into my head but the door stayed closed.

I half expected it to open up I guess.

Downstairs, I went over to the bar, presented my little card and got some coffee. I figured the little card saved me about 7 or 8 bucks right there.

I was blowing on it when that same woman sat down beside me.

"Winning any more money?" She asked me. Her blouse was still way too far undone, I noticed but she had the stool swung my way so I couldn't really see anything.

"No, just that one little jackpot, we haven't played any more yet."

"Oh. I won $400 on one machine but that's it."

I just nodded, she was making me a little bit nervous.

"So where is your wife?" She asked.

"Still sleeping I think."

"Oh. Say, would you like to come up to my room? For a drink?"

"No, thanks. I don't think that is a good idea."

"OK. You just look nice and I could use some fun." She smiled.

Talk about obvious.

I picked up my coffee and wandered off. Hell, I didn't want to be rude but that was ridiculous. I found a machine that looked promising, managed to lose $300 in about 20 minutes. Enough of that, I went over and found a penny machine, it had ladybugs that if they all lined up seemed to pay about a dozen different ways at once. I sat there and fiddled with it for half an hour, not gaining anything but not losing either.

Once I hit some combination I didn't understand and it paid over $100, it took me a minute to realize that once again there were two buttons, the big one was maximum bet of $4, the little one was for a repeat bet. I was more careful after that.

Finally I cashed my ticket out, I had $110 left but started with a hundred so I was a big winner. I got up and turned, almost running over a different cocktail waitress. 

"Need anything, sweetie?" She asked me. 

I asked for some water, she handed me one and I tipped her a buck. She had a large expanse of titties showing too like all of them did but I didn't see her nipple like the other waitress had made sure of.

As I headed for the elevators I saw that same woman that had been following me around get on, there were two men in there so I guessed she had scored. The doors closed just as she looked up at me and smiled.

I pushed the button and waited, it went up to the 3rd floor, then came right back down. I got on and punched in floor 3. Just as I walked by room 303, the door opened slightly.

"Hi!" She said, looking out at me, then down the hall.

"Hello." I answered.

The door swung open, she was standing there naked!

"I...uhh..." I managed.

"Sure you don't want to come in?" She smiled at me. I looked her up and down, she was pretty, and well built.

"I told you I am married." But I felt myself start to react, she was making no effort to hide anything at all. There was a thin strip of hair above her clit and her loins looked to be swollen, I just could not stop myself from looking.

"Well, OK." She just stood there, letting me look.

I shook my head and got my senses back, hustled on down the hallway to our room. Debra was sitting on the edge of the bed. All she had on was a skirt, she was fussing with a seam on a blouse. I glanced up at the windows, the curtains were open. I saw some lights on across the way but nobody was in sight.

"Honey, the curtains are open." I said.

"Nobody can see in, when it gets dark they act like mirrors." She kept fiddling with the blouse.

I looked up, I could see in across the way so I was pretty darn sure that anybody over there could see in our way too.

Looking back at her, it hit me that her nipples were on the stiff side. I started to open my mouth to say something, then I decided not to. I went and got a can of beer, sat down. 

"What's up with the blouse?" I asked her.

"Something is poking me but I can't find it." She stood up and handed it to me.

"It's right by my left shoulder." I looked, ran my fingers over the seam. I felt a tiny little spot where the edge of the material stuck out a bit to far.

"Got some scissors?" 

"No, but I have some fingernail clippers." She walked over to where her purse sat on a chair. Just as she did a man walked by the window across the way. He came to a stop, watching her.

"Debra!"

"What?"

"There is some guy over there."

"He can't see in."

"I kinda think he can." I told her. She looked up, the man was standing there with a big grin. He gave her the thumbs up.

She walked back over to me and handed me the clippers, a funny look on her face.

"I guess he can see in." She laughed, but she made no move to cover up.

That was another surprise.

"Are you being naughty?" I asked her, looking down to find the tiny piece of material again.

"I guess I am, do you mind?" Her face was a bit flushed.

"I don't know. Here is your blouse, honey. Now I think we need to go to bed." I grinned at her.

I closed the curtains, Debra giving some guy a peek was one thing, having them watch this part was too much. Besides, while I could manage some action let's just say I wasn't all the way up to my best. Yes, it is hell to get old, but Debra still had her magic.




One Little Squirt



I soon was very busy flicking my tongue sideways over and over, my face buried between her legs as her hips bucked up and down.

"You know, Danny, I wanted to suck your cock the very first time I saw it!" She muttered. I found that funny and started to snicker.

"What's so funny?" She asked, rolling over on her side and reaching out to stroke me.

"You know those stories I write? I read some of the others and there are a lot of them about Doctor and patient fantasies."

"Yes, I know. Things really do happen in Doctor's offices but not very often. We are all people and have emotions just like everyone, but it just has to stay hidden."

"That first day, you had that one Nurse, what's her name?"

"Jenny." Debra knew exactly what I was talking about.

"Yea, Jenny. She came into the room and got a sperm sample, that surprised me. Why didn't you just do it?"

"Ethics, I couldn't really."

"How come she could then?"

"She is the Nurse we have on staff that takes care of rare cases, I can have her assist if there is a problem and you didn't seem to be doing very good." She giggled again.

"Oh. Then you sent July over to do that massage, she did all the rest too."

"Yes, I know. You were having some Prostate issues, orgasm is very good for that."

"Yea, but how come there was no followup?"

"You were having too much fun, honey! Most men with serious Prostate issues have problems getting it up, July told me you had no problem at all." Debra leaned over and slid her lips over me. Then she leaned back.

"Besides, I wanted you myself." She looked me right in the eyes.

"Why didn't you just....?"

"I don't know, maybe I was afraid you wouldn't like me or something. Back then it was all just a fantasy. Then when I asked July and she told me you weren't a jerk about it...you know, lots of guys will try to touch or get her to take off her clothes or something..and you didn't."

"Why be interested in me? You must see lots of young stuff, I am just an old fart."

"I see genitals all day every day, sure I like all that part but something about you was different. I think it is because you make me laugh and you always asked about everything, it was...I guess interesting?" She had to keep lifting her head off of my fast growing erection to say anything.

I shut up and let her work, it didn't take long. Debra doesn't stop, either, she swallows like she really likes it.

"Cinnamon on my oatmeal, right?" I laughed.

She snorted, got up and went into the bathroom. She came back out and went to the suitcase, pulled out a tank top and pair of shorts. I watched as she pulled them on, that was all she wore.

"You really are naughty aren't you?" I said, looking at her nipples making very obvious bumps in the thin blue top.

"Do you mind? I like it when men look at me, it keeps me horny and then I can take it out on you!" She flashed me a big smile. It appeared that I was learning things I didn't know about my new wife.

We did another few hours downstairs in the casino with no success. I stayed pretty close to Debra, partly because she really was poking out of that top and partly for protection in case that one woman showed up again. No one really bothered us though, finally we gave up trying to win anything and went back to our room. We just cuddled before falling asleep, I was up against what I had left and needed some time to get my energy back.

Debra didn't mind, she was pretty much pooped out also. I woke up with the bright Sun streaming in through a small gap in the curtains. Glancing at the clock I saw it had been eleven hours. It had been a very long time since I slept that long.

Debra was still softly snoring, so I went in and took a shower. She was still asleep when I came back out, I noticed she had rolled over and kicked the covers off. She lay there with half her nude body exposed, so I sat down in a chair and just watched her. She had one hand cupped under her cheek, a quiet expression on her face. It struck me just how beautiful she looked like that, with the sunlight on her body, the curtains casting a faint shadow over her face.

When the sunlight crept up, I went over and moved the curtains over to keep the sunlight off her face and sat back down. Glancing out, I saw a rope hanging down. It was swinging back and forth.

Now what the hell?

I went over and looked down, there was a man in a sling, he was swinging back and forth with a squeegee in his hand.

A window washer, I realized. It was fascinating to watch, he swung far out one way first, then back, washing the window as he passed by. He had a rhythm that was interesting to watch. Then he stopped and just hung there for a moment. The rope moved as he lifted himself up one floor to ours. Then that same rhythm started up again.

I got a naughty idea. Debra was laying there with one breast bared, so I went over and tugged the covers down a bit more. She let out a small murmur but settled down again. The curtains were open only about a foot or so, I went over and sat down, watching as the man swept back and forth past the opening.

He never reacted, never looked in that I could see. Just then Debra woke up, looked over at me.

"Morning honey!" She yawned and stretched, then rolled her feet out of the bed onto the floor.

"What's that?" She asked, realizing someone was out there.

"Window washer." I grinned. 

"I think he likes you." I lied. The guy had never shown any reaction at all, I think he was very highly trained to not react.

"Asshole!" Debra exclaimed, pulling the cover up in front of her.

"I thought you liked flashing guys?"

"Just when I am awake and can see their reaction, you nasty little pervert." She got up and marched fully nude into the bathroom, but a smile was on her face.

There was no reaction at all from outside.

He was long gone when she came back out, fully dressed in Jeans and a blouse.

"So what are we going to do today?"

"I don't know, I am afraid to go downstairs after last night." I had dropped over $800 of my stash, but that still left me ahead. Debra's luck was about the same, I had no idea how much she had left though.

"Let's go eat, then figure something out."

We went down to one of the little cafes, Debra ordered a steak and eggs, I got my bowl of Oatmeal with cinnamon on it and some toast. A Keno runner came by so I bet a $5.00 5 spot ticket for 5 games. What the hell, three 5's was my lucky numbers I told her. They weren't really, it just popped into my head to say that, and I also bet the 5, 15, 25, 35 and 45. 

The 5th draw paid me over $100 so that was neat, it way more than paid for breakfast.

"Told ya!" I said. Debra just giggled.

We held hands and wandered down the row of machines. I stopped when I saw one that had big yellow number fives on it, some of them doubles, plus it had a triple 5 also.

"This one will be hot!" I told her as she walked over to one of the silly bonus game machines and sat down. I slipped in a hundred dollar bill, tapped the button, thinking I would get a bottle of water from one of the waitresses. The first push came up two triple 5's and the double.

The bell started ringing as I sat there in surprise.

"What did you hit, honey?" Debra said as she looked over at my machine.

"I don't know." I said.

"Oh my God!" She jumped up and ran over to hug me.

"It should be $40.00." I said stupidly.

"Three single 5's is $40, but you have it times 30 and you just bet $15.00!!"

"$15.00, how did I bet that much, I just pushed the button?"

"It's set on $5.00, you dummy, it's three coin machine! See? It's one dollar, 5 dollars, or 10 dollars." Debra was jumping up and down, her boobs were flopping all over the place. I was sitting there trying to do the crazy math.

"It's $18,000.00 Danny! You just won $18,000.00!!"

"Fuck me!" I said.

"Later, sweets." She grinned at me. I still couldn't get the math to come out, hell. Two times three times three times 40 times $5.00? Or was it $15.00?"

Then I looked up at the pay screen up at the top. Three triple 5's paid $10,000.00 for a $3.00 bet. Any combination of the three was just $4000.00.

"I think I only won just $4000.00?" I said.

Debra stopped and looked up at the payout amounts again.

"$4000.00 and it's times $15.00 so it's five times what that says, $20,000.00!!"

Which is what it turned out to be. Several people showed up, they even took my picture to put on their wall with a few thousand others I had seen.

Things like this just did not happen to me.

Finally all of the excitement died down, I had more cash stuffed into my pocket than I ever had in my life. In fact, it wouldn't all fit, so I stuffed a wad of it into Debra's purse. Then I played the machine some more, of course it had done it's thing and made short work of the rest of my hundred dollar bill.

We wandered around and played some more, I was now just starting out at maximum bet. That appears to be the way it works, too, because in no time they had a couple of grand back and were working on getting another grand.

To hell with that, I went and found Debra losing her shirt nicely at another of those bonus games again.

I slipped up behind her quietly.

"Want to go up to my room, little girl?" I asked her.

"Already?" She asked.

"Yes, you can lose your shirt up there for free!" I told her.

"OK." She laughed, punching the button and getting her pay slip.

Back in our room, I put all the money in the safe. Debra was down about a grand but I still had almost the whole 20 grand. One thing I do know is that 20 grand in hundred dollar bills laid out on a bed is quite a sight!

"Hey, look at this, honey!" Debra said when I came out. She had a little flier in her hand.

"What's that?"

"They offer a massage in the room, it's $55.00 for forty five minutes."

"Do you want to get a massage?" I asked her.

"Sure, why not? Besides, it's $55.00, your lucky numbers! You might get lucky!" She started laughing.

"Hey, it's probably going to be some hairy black guy." I told her.

"Hell, that wouldn't be so bad. Well, for me anyway, you wouldn't like that, would you?"

"No, not one bit." I laughed at her. I just could not imagine Debra letting some guy massage her, but then I guess I really didn't know for sure and she had been surprising the hell out of me the entire trip.

"I will call and see what they have." She said, picking up the phone. I went into the bathroom, figuring she would select a female masseuse.

"All set!" She said, when I came back out.

"Who are you getting?" I asked, thinking I would just go down to the casino and wander around while Debra was getting her rubdown.

"Her name is Maria, they said she will be right up."

"Oh, OK. I can head downstairs while..."

"You are first. I will get a bath while she does you, then my turn. I want to soak in the hot tub."

I shrugged. Why not? Then Debra sprayed me with that cologne again.

"What did you do that for?" I asked her, but she just giggled.

"Maybe it will help you get lucky." She grinned.

"For fifty five bucks? Not very likely." I laughed, then went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. There was a dark haired tiny young woman in the room when I came back out. She glanced at me with what seemed to be a shy look.

"This is Maria, she will take care of you while I get a long bubble bath. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" She grinned and left, I heard the water start running as she filled the tub.

I sat and watched as Maria set up the table. The top of her head came about to the middle of my chest, the massage table was set up lower than I had ever seen one, it was even with my knee caps. There was just one sheet on the table.

Did she expect me to be nude?

"Go ahead and get undressed, sir." Maria smiled sweetly, then sat down in the chair.

I shrugged, tugged off my shirt. I reached for the catch on my slacks, expecting her to look away but she just sat there.

Oh, well. I slid my pants off and stepped out of them. She still sat there, watching me. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my briefs, I slid them down. Glancing at her, she was looking right at my crotch. That was stimulating, standing there in front of her naked, her steady gaze right on me. I felt myself start to harden, so I quickly turned and got on the table, lying face down. There was a towel folded up on the table so I grabbed that and tugged it over my behind.

Hell, I could hear Debra in the other room running her bubble bath in the giant tub in here.

Maria began the massage at my feet, in short order it was obvious that she was well practiced. I was also aware that without a doubt she could see my hairy balls. I did my level best to keep my mind elsewhere.

She moved to the side of the table, at this point she had not spoken a single word. Her hands drifted up and down my legs in long sweeps. Then she began to rub out my fanny. Her fingers slid right in between my butt cheeks, she certainly was not shy about that. Then she stepped around to the other side and repeated everything.

I was starting to firm right up, my cock was poking down between my legs and getting uncomfortable like that.

"Lift up sir." Maria asked me, sliding one hand under my hip. I lifted up and she reached underneath me with a tiny hand, readjusted my cock.

"Is that better?" She asked.

"Uhh...yes, thank you."

"De nada." She answered, slipping back into Spanish. Then her fingers slipped deep between my legs and stroked upwards, she splayed them outwards and let them drift over my testicles.

I was now hard as a rock. It was obvious that this was going to be one dandy $55.00 massage.

Maria quickly worked out my back and shoulders, then asked me to turn over. I knew that just an hour would go by rather quickly.

I rolled over tugging the little towel over myself, feeling my cock flop over to the side, still half hard. I looked at her and saw she was looking at the bulge with a pretty smile.

"Your lady is next, we have just ten minutes. Shall I fix you up?"

I thought that was an odd way of saying it. I could hear Debra in the other room, splashing around and humming. 

"I didn't realize you would even consider doing that, Maria."

"Your lady paid me very well, sir."

One more surprise to add to an entire string of them on this trip. Maria reached up and started to undo the buttons on her blouse.

"No, it's all right." I said. She stopped.

"OK." She smiled down at me.

"You are quite the nice man, senor. You love your woman, si'?" She smiled. 

"Yes, I sure do." 

Then she reached for a towel, wiped me down from head to toe. I sat up on the edge of the table, still half hard. Maria had sat back down in the chair, looking at me with an amused expression on her face. I quickly tugged my slacks on.

Debra came out about that time, wearing the big white fuzzy robe.

"How was that, babe?" She said, coming over and rubbing my chest. She was looking at me with slitted eyes.

"Fine, the lady has very nice hands."

"I hope you enjoyed it, now it's my turn."

I got up, went into the bathroom and took a shower. Debra was lying on her stomach, fully nude as the tiny woman worked on her upper legs.

"Should I leave?" I asked.

"You can watch if you like." Debra smiled over at me, so I sat down and did exactly that. Maria really worked her over, massaging her fanny, letting her hands slip deeply in between her cheeks.

When she had Debra roll over, her hands went almost instantly to her breasts. She even rolled her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Then she went down to the lower side of the table. Her strokes were very sensual, erotic, but that is all she did. I just sat and watched.

I realized that there was one hell of a lot that I did not know about this woman I had married. I also knew that I was as hard as I could from watching that.

Maria did not climb up on the table like she did with me, she did wipe Debra down with a towel.

"Gracious, senor. Perhaps you would like another massage tomorrow?" She asked.

"Maybe, I will see what Debra says." I watched as she picked up her table effortlessly and left.

Debra finished her quick shower, came out drying herself, then she sat down in a chair.

"Well, how was that?"

"Fine, but I have to admit I was surprised."

"I thought you might be. Did you..actually do it?"

"What? No, it was just a massage."

"Oh. I wondered about that part, I wasn't sure if you would."

"I wasn't..I was surprised that she did offer. I am even more surprised that you..."

"I am not jealous, Danny. Things like that are just sex, and I don't mind at all."

"I don't think..I don't know if I want us to be..doing anything like that with others."

"OK. That's all right, but a little bit of stuff like that is all right, isn't it?"

"I guess so. How much did you pay her, anyway?"

"Three hundred dollars."

"No fucking wonder. She didn't even do the windows."

Debra laughed at that.

"She was paid to let you do...anything, you know."

"Yea, I got that part."

"But you didn't?"

"No."

"Good. I wanted to know, I didn't think you would."

"Nope. I am married now."

She laughed again.

"I really do love you, Danny. I just want no secrets. I really like sex and sex with you is enough for me. But I also like to play and tease and do sexy things...like this?"

"So what was that, some kind of test? What would you have done if I went for it?"

"Nothing. I was pretty sure you wouldn't anyway."

"But she did suggest that she would use her hands on me?"

"I know. That is no big deal, it's just an orgasm. It is no different than masturbating."

"It seems different to me."

"It's no different than having my Nurse help you, or when I sent July over to you. That doesn't bother me at all, I guess I am just used to things like that?"

"Most women would...." I managed.

"I am not like most women, Danny. Not at all. And I really do love you."

"Well, I love you too, hon. I guess I have to say that it sure as hell was fun, I like a good massage and Maria does know how to do one."

"We have plenty of time, maybe we can get another one." She giggled, sitting down beside me.

"I guess so. What do you want to go do now?"

"Let's go downstairs and see if we can win some money."

"You mean lose some."

"What the hell, it's their money anyway."

"Nope, it just used to be." I laughed.

Debra went into the other room, she came back out in a few minutes.

"How do I look?" She said, doing a little whirl. She actually looked great, she had on a pleated skirt and pretty blouse with ruffles. At least she wasn't showing through this one.

"Psst! I don't have any panties on!" She said, lifting the skirt to give me a quick peek.

OH, boy. Here we go again.

I had a feeling that this old man was in for quite a ride. One more day and we would be headed home.

So that was our honeymoon. We even managed to get home with almost 10 grand more than we started out with, all of the machines acted like they normally do the rest of the trip. 

Debra has us booked to go back for three days next August, there is some kind of old car show she wants to see. We will take the Casino's 10 grand along with us, see what happens.

I can just imagine.