7 comments/ 25148 views/ 11 favorites Thank You, Nurse By: OzmanA NED I'm Ned Clarke, a dentist by trade and I've worked in my practice since I graduated from university some twenty years ago. Up until about five years ago I had not had a sexual thought about any of the several dental nurses who have worked for me as dental assistant/receptionists, but when Loretta McMurihy arrived on the scene, things changed. Lori was very attractive, but not what anybody would describe as a sexpot by any stretch of the imagination. She was efficient, polite and spoke only in answer to specific questions from me, except in the case of booking in a patient during a tight spot. Her figure was slender and tall, apart from an almost unbelievablely firm bosom which scarcely moved, even when she wore a soft bra, head and sweet face were narrow and elongated, often indicating Marfan's syndrome. With two primary school kids I guessed that she was around forty, confirmed at thirty-eight when I perused her tax form on being asked by her to check for errors. She always wore her golden blonde hair in a ponytail fixed by a scrunchie or an ornamental clip high on her crown, a look I'd always found sexy. Lori hadn't really appealed to me in a physical way initially, but after several years together I began to wonder what she'd be like as a sexual partner. My own sex life was slowly fading into the mists of distant memories due to my wife's business career and seemingly divergent interests. We weren't seeing a lot of each other, even at weekends when the childrens' activities got priority, a situation becoming more common among couples, I understood, but I there was no male colleague with whom I felt comfortable about discussing the matter. As matters transpired, it was Lori who broached the subject of inadequate marital sex with me on a quiet afternoon when only we two were in attendance at the surgery. "Can I ask you something Ned?" she wanted to know. "It's a bit personal." "Of course," I smiled. "Well," she exhaled after apparently holding her breath. "How do you and Gabrielle make time for each other, you know, with all the other stuff that happens in your lives?" "We don't, unfortunately," I told her. "I don't know what to do about it." She looked forlorn. "I'm sure there's nobody else involved with Rod. It's just that he's too busy and too tired to think about sex." "Yeah," I agreed. "Gaby even reads reports and stuff in bed. I always nod off before she finishes." We looked deeply into each others' eyes in trying to divine the sincerity the thoughts there. "So how do you avoid frustration?" she enquired in a nervous voice. "I play with myself," I responded honestly. Her hand flew to her mouth as she blushed and giggled self-consciously. "So do I, of course, but all those warnings about blindness and insanity keep emerging from the depth of my subconscious and spoil the experience to some degree." "They're not true, you know." "I think I know that," she smiled wanly, "but it's just so hard to forget something which was hammered into one's mind in childhood by both my oldies and the Sisters at school." There was a long, thoughtful silence until I looked up and found her eyes staring into mine. I swallowed hard on realizing that her thoughts mirrored mine, but understood that the initiative was entirely mine and that what we got into would change our own and other relationships irrevocably. I guess that one with any sense of adventure doesn't become a dentist and was about to shake the idea from my head when she gently placed a well manicured hand on my forearm. My hands found her waist as I stepped closer, kissing deeply as our hips ground together to confirm our unspoken need for nooky with the other. "Mrs Lovejoy isn't due 'til three-thirty so we've got more than an hour," she smiled happily in anticipation of the pleasure to come. We stepped apart to undress, after locking the door to Surgery B, looking over the other's body, naked save for white shoes and sox. We embraced and kissed again as I felt her silicone enhanced boobs, tweaking her sun-tanned nipples and feeling her trembling against me as she gasped at the pleasure. She was in a hurry and gripped my cock, rubbed it softly in her smooth hand and lifted one leg to engulf it in the warm wetness of her hungry sheath. I jerked at the thrill of coupling and lifted her onto the chair where I held her slender ankles high and wide as I drove my tool in and out of her sweet, hairless pussy. Lori began to adjust the chair to get completely comfortable, happy at my ramming her pussy and not really reciprocating until the first stirrings of orgasm tingled in her loins when she was transformed into a tigress. I was astride the chair and she wanted me to release her to reverse our positions with me reclining, something we accomplished without disengaging our joined parts, whereupon she began to rotate her slim hips with much more salacious vigour than I'd ever have considered her capable. She kissed, proffered her quivering breasts to my mouth and squeezed my tingling cock in her talented love sheath until she stiffened and gasped. "Ooooh, no!" she groaned. "Oooh, fuck it!" "It's okay," I said through gritted teeth. "I'm coming too!" And I did, squirting up inside her as we clung lovingly together to enjoy our climax. "How do you feel?" I asked. "You mean guilt feelings?" "Well, yes, I guess." She considered for a moment. "None," she grinned. "I should, but I don't." "Me either. I thought I would, but I don't. I guess it was right." "It feels right. Are we going to do it again," she asked demurely. "I'd reckon," I laughed. "Whenever you like." And so we did, whenever things were quiet around my surgery and any other opportune times, falling in love and enjoying the sensation after all those years of semi-abstinence. However, our feelings for our spouses kept us from breaking our ties with our families for pragmatic reasons. * My nurse/dental assistant/therapist/receptionists were all married and on a part time roster which suited them as mothers and wives. Calculating wage and tax payments kept my accountant busy, but the upside was having a happy and efficient surgery when I needed it. One afternoon when I had three cancellations in a row I was wishing that Loretta was assisting me, rather than Jean Moore who'd substituted for her. Jean was a large woman in her early forties with long black hair, worn like all the others in a bun during working hours, tanned a deep, almost mahogany brown, causing me to wonder if it covered her completely or whether she had tan lines. She must have been a true, voluptuous beauty in her youth; broad hipped, big busted with a small waist, flat tummy and a serene, still pretty face and, although she wasn't quite my type, I'd spent the odd idle moment wondering how her solid body would feel beneath my own in sexual congress. Mind you, there was little likelihood of it ever coming to pass as she was the most prudish of the group because I'd heard her chiding more than one of the other ladies for saying things which I'd have considered to be barely risque. "Well that's it until Mrs Moreham at four," she told me as my most recent patient left. "Like a cuppa?" I nodded and she left for the kitchen, returning within ten minutes with my steaming mug and I noticed that her hand was trembling as she gave it to me. "Do you drink a lot or have you given yourself a fright?" I enquired in a jocular manner. She shook her head, blushing deeply. I waited for an ever-lengthening period until she timidly answered me. "I heard you and Loretta in here, you know, doing it. She said it was all a bit of a giggle, you know, to pass the time, without any commitment, just between friends." "Yes," I agreed. "Recreational nooky I s'pose. How did you hear us?" "Well the front door was locked when I came to try to change a shift with Lori, so I went around the back. It was locked too and I hear what you were doing so I left. I didn't want to disturb your fun." "You see it as fun then; it didn't make you cross?" "In no way. Jealous, more like," she told me self-consciously. "I used to be prudish, but certain events have changed all that." "So how would you describe yourself now?" "In a word, 'randy', but on the whole I'm intrigued at the concept of sin in the form of adultery. My husband is a guilt-free philanderer who continues to perform his conjugal duty, so I thought it only fair and equitable that I try it for myself. I've known only one man in my life." "Should I take that as a proposition, Madam?" I chuckled. "That would be both presumptuous and unladylike," she smiled uncertainly. "It would indicate that I think that all men are ready to do it at the drop of a hat." "Oh, I wouldn't be at all offended." "But would you see me as a suitable substitute for Lori in her absence?" "Well, I hadn't really thought of you in that way," I replied, only half truthfully. "I guess there's only one way to find out." "You don't have to," she told me morosely. "I can see to myself." "You said you were randy. I am too now," I informed her. "Oh yes," she smiled demurely, pressing at the front of my gown. "So you are. May I?" I nodded and she grasped my prick through my trousers, shutting both eyes as she rubbed it slowly to discern its size. Without a word she released me to unbutton her tunic and hang it on my hat stand with her cotton-tails and bra, revealing triangular tanlines on her large boobs, her pubic mound and above the cleft of her gorgeous broad buttocks. Her bottom was large, but a smooth, beautifully rounded shape made it appealing to me, causing me need to penetrate her there. The thing I'd never have expected about her was an elegant, starburst tattoo on her lower back, above her waistband mark. Her boobs had obviously been surgically augmented too, being just a little too firm and upright to be natural. I too undressed, standing there for her inspection with the jolly roger at the attention position. "Oh lovely," she smiled, stroking it gently and sheathing it in a yellow latex fuck hood with a dob of KY on the tip. "How do you want me?" I indicated that she should grasp the arm rests of the chair and lean in towards the seat, her bottom thrust rearward and the plump, smooth labia of her large pussy protruding from the cleft of her buttocks, gleaming with KY and love juices. Again I smiled to myself at the incongruous sight of white sox and soft canvas shoes on a couple about to be seriously adulterous. She gasped softly as my knob parted the lips of her vulva and I slid into her her warm, slippery vagina. I thrust slowly in and out and felt her get increasingly excited as I screwed her, making me wonder how long since she had last had a nooky, rolling her broad bottom in concert with my shoving. "Do you like anal sex?" I asked her, still thrusting. "Never tried it," she panted. "Want to?" "Okay." I withdrew my sopping prick from her drooling snatch and slid the knob up to her small golden-brown anus and pushed, making her jerk excitedly. It was as virginal as she'd claimed and I needed to apply plenty of force for my entree, causing her to cry out in alarm as her entrance yielded and let my knob pop inside. "Okay?" I breathed. She nodded. "It doesn't really hurt. Sort of funny, but a nice funny." I thrust once more and worked my prick into her a little at a time until I could slide my whole length in her posterior orifice and Jean started to go right off. As her excitement grew she became almost hysterical, crying obscenities and moaning loudly until she screamed and fell to her knees on the leg rest as I drove deeply and came. I clung to her, still cupping her big breasts, while great gusts of bliss shook my sweating body, feeling her spasms of ecstacy beneath me. "That was just so nice," she enthused at last. "Thankyou, Nurse," I grinned amiably. "Thank you, Doctor," she told me with feeling. "Any time," I chuckled, realizing from her face that the next time should not be too far in the future, looking forward to more fun with her. While the position for our initial nooky was designed to obviate feelings of shyness, shagging face to face with her was a real revelation, her wild passion and strength thrilling me no end. I'd guessed that she'd engaged in fairly conservative sexual practice until then, but wanted to try anything new and was never shy about giving free rein to her senses or her voice as we screwed on the carpet or furniture in the waiting room. * During the ensuing months it became obvious that the ladies were talking among themselves about the experiences of those who'd screwed the boss andthat those who hadn't, wanted to try it for themselves and I found another three putting the hard word on me for a length of pork sword. Vicki is the member I'd have picked as being a bit flighty, more outgoing than the rest and who moved with an air of confidence in her abilities as a dental nurse and as an attractive woman. She was just short of her fortieth birthday and one morning appeared with her nurses tunic straining over twin immovable objects beneath the bodice. Her new bust was even harder and more rigid than Jean's, if that was possible, and she was obviously very pleased at the results of her surgery. I wondered whether her new bosom had anything to do with a desire to have a new, different relationship like the others have with me, inspired by our recent intimacy in the workplace. I hoped so as she showed all the signs of being an enthusiastic little shag-bag, somebody who sought maximum pleasure from her sexual contacts. It appeared that something was in the air because she often looked a bit flushed and flustered, an unusual state for her. Inevitably a quiet period came around and we were alone. "You haven't noticed my new boobs then," she admonished me, smiling coyly. "You're kidding, Vicky. They're absolutely unmissable," I chuckled. "Your appearance has changed completely." "Want a look, to compare them with the other two I mean?" I nodded and she unbuttoned her tunic, unhooked her bra and lifted it to display yet another set of silicone enhanced breasts which were showing the earlier signs of suntanning. She stepped closer to me. "Feel them," she breathed huskily. I covered them with my hands to gently massage the tight, straining flesh and she reciprocated on the burgeoning bulge down the front of my trousers. We kissed long and deeply until undressing and I sat in the chair where she sat in my lap facing me. She had a gold ring in her navel which was a real turn-on to me, as was the tiny, gold crucifix at her throat which gives the impression of a good girl being bad in an adulterous situation like that. "Condoms...in the sundries drawer," I gasped. "I prefer bareback, don't you. I'm safe and on the pill," she giggled. I conceded that I preferred not to use a french letter and she raised her pretty bottom and slotted my stiff prick into her slippery sheath, standing on the carpet to slide her snatch up and down my greasy shaft with rotating hips. We kissed continuously as I let her screw me, but moved my hips with increasing urgency when my excitement grew until we were fucking vigorously, she making the desperate noises of a woman who'd suffered a sexual droughtin recent times. I stiffened and squirted hugely into her womb, making her cry out passionately as her orgasm convulsed her entire being with a series of jolting shocks of pleasure. "Ooooh Neddy darling, that was too good. Christ, it's just too long since I felt like that," she cooed. "You're missing out too?" "You're doing all right, from what I heard," she remarked, mock-bitterly. "In the matrimonial context, I mean," I told her. "Oh, okay, yes," she agreed. "Well, thanks Nurse," I grinned, the phrase we commonly used when she passed the various instruments of torture as we work on a patient. "Thank you, Doctor," she chuckled, catching on immediately. We saw a patient and I felt my member rising for no reason I was aware of as I worked. Having more than hour before my next consultation, I mentioned it to Vicky who unhesitatingly offered to look after it for me, undressing quickly and sitting back into the chair with her slim thighs spread in readiness. I gripped the arm rests and pushed my bottom forward as her limbs encircled my waist while she guided my stiff prick into her moist love pouch, sliding easily inside her without any effort on my part. She reciprocated energetically to my thrusting, driving her slim hips upward to meet mine in a belly-slapping rhythm of happy, lusty, uncomplicated love-making between friends. I was even more turned on by her busy fingers over my body, her very vocal expression of pleasure and her exhortation to fuck her harder in fairly obscene terms; another indication of good chick going bad. Again she cried out loudly when I thrust in deep and squirted a relatively modest amount of warm semen inside her rigid body, her nails raking my back in her overwhelming excitement, convulsing repeatedly with bliss, "Thankyou, Nurse," I told her, eventually. "My pleasure, Doctor," she grinned. It wasn't easy attending to my final patient for the day on rubbery legs, hands trembling and feeling somewhat unsteady, particularly without controlover my penis which was inexorably swelling to full erection once more. The two of us routinely cleaned the place and I noticed her looking at my flies as if aware of my state. "It's not that obvious, is it?" I groaned. She nodded, smiling amiably. "D'you think..." She nodded again, with enthusiasm, starting us right back into a bout of serious fucking. That night I woke to find myself hard and horny again with my wife's hand on my dick. "What were you thinking of doing with that?" she enquired in a hot, husky whisper. She turned on her side facing away from me and introduced my glans to her warm, moist vulva from the rear, sighing as I filled her sheath and rolling her ample bottom slowly in concert with my thrusting hips. I have no memory of my coming, but it must have been satisfactory to Gaby as she went away to work humming to herself and smiling slightly. * Keeping it up to three casual lovers and my wife wasn't easy, although it became easier with the passage of time and my sexual thoughts strayed to my other employees as my stamina grew. What I hadn't counted upon was my girls talking to others about their intimate adventures or those others having an interest in that direction. The technical outfit which made all my dentures, braces and suchlike were a married couple who employed a female technician who usually called by for my moulds and specifications during the working week. On a Saturday morning while Gaby was supporting the kids' sporting pursuits, we took it in turns, I received a phone call from the aforementioned technician who asked me to go to my surgery in order for her to pick up some bits and pieces her boss needed as they were working over that weekend as they did at busier times. Tiffany was married, I noticed on glancing at her ring finger and noticed in return by her, smiling a smile which I couldn't decipher. She was also a very tall woman, at least one-eighty, with a big bust, a perfect figure anda very pretty face which indicated an age of twenty-something. When I'd put what she'd come for into a box she seemed in no hurry to go and I suggested a cup of tea, which she accepted. I had a feeling that she wanted to ask me something, I thought I knew what, but was shy about broaching the subject. "What is it?" I enquired. "You seem agitated. Do you want to ask me something?" "No, no," she blushed. "It's nothing." "You've been talking to one of my ladies?" Thank You, Nurse She nodded. "Two actually," she said quietly. "And?" "I thought I'd be ballsier than this, but I just can't do it." "Yes you can," I reassured her. "I can keep a secret, even if others are not so good at it." "I thought I could just walk up and ask a bloke to screw me, after making light of the subject, but I can't even get the conversation moving along in that direction." "You have now," I observed. "Ooh, yes," she gulped. "But it isn't quite the kind of spontaneous fun I intended it to be. I'd better go before I embarrass myself any more." She got to her feet. "You don't have anything to be embarrassed about," I told her soothingly, afraid she was going to depart before doing what she'd come to do, leaving me hot and horny with no alternative to wanking. "In fact, you've been much more frank than any of the women who've raised the matter with me. It isn't really a subject which lends itself to spontaneity. The initial exploration requires care as the reason for one's desire for an adulterous relationship is usually a sore point, but tinged with the fear of changing one's life by taking that step." "You understand," she breathed in wonderment. "I thought you were just a normal male root-rat taking advantage of vulnerable women." "Don't you reckon that blokes feel left out too?" I asked her. "You know, wife with a career, kids needing all that kids need. I was trying to figure out where life was taking me before one of the ladies happened to ask how I managed a satisfactory sex life with Gaby and I both involved with separate careers. When I replied in the negative we suddenly saw the solution to our problem here, at work, with each other. I'm not sure as to whether the rest have the same needs or just got into it to be part of the matter, but I now have heaps of nooky, even with my wife. Practice makes perfect, I suppose." "My motive was revenge," she said quietly. "Was?" "Yeah," she grinned. "Now I think it might be the pursuit of an enjoyable hobby, you know, what's good for the gander...I just knew my hubby was into a bit on the side and went around to enlist my sister's help in proving it. You could have knocked me down with a french-letter on seeing them together there, obviously more than brother and sister. And she whinged to me about her husband playing around with other girls." "D'you think you could arrange to be caught by your hubby and your sister in flagrante delicto. That'd be the ultimate revenge, particularly if there was any expression of hurt and outrage on their part. You could really rub their noses in it then." She giggled. "You really have a cruel sense of humour, Ned. I'd hope, for your wife's sake, you don't discover any infidelity on her part." "Would you be the 'other-woman' for me? I'm sure she plays around on her interstate trips, but I just don't care now, I'm a happy little camper with love for all." "Truly? No jealousy at all?" "None. Actually, the thought of 'Mrs Conventional, Suited Businesswoman' getting her gear off and engaging in promiscuous sex is quite a turn-on for me, especially now that she seems to have no sexual boundaries like she did for many years. That's why I'm sure she's learned a lot of stuff from doing it with others and lucky me doesn't have to beg or cajole to get her to try new things." "Yes, I've heard that men are turned-on by slutty behaviour by their wife. I really don't think that Rolf would take it all that well because he's had moments of jealousy in the past. I think I might put your caught-in-the-act idea on the back burner for a while." "With your desire to get even?" "No," she smiled, looking more confident as she reached to feel the front of my slacks. "I want to do something about that right now." Unzipping my flies, she quickly pulled out my stiff prick before dropping to her knees and drawing it deep into her throat. I threw off my upper gear before she shed her jeans and sweatshirt to fall together on to my waiting room couch kissing deeply in a lather of sexual desire. She was a beautiful woman; firm, fully tanned and displaying a hairless pussy with plump, light brown outer lips and the palest, rose-pink frilly inner labia with a little gold ring through the upper end. Lying back, entirely at ease with her complete nakedness, she waited as I leaned forward to tongue kiss her willing pussy, then pulled me on top of her. "I'll get a frenchie," I whispered. "No!" she gasped. "It's okay, I want to feel you come inside me. I really need to feel that." She guided my knob to her moist slit and raised her hips slightly while I pushed forward to enter her fully. "Oooooh, God!" she gurgled happily. "This is the most exciting thing I've ever done. I'm tingling and trembling all over, you naughty man!" She clawed my buttocks to spur me on to thrusting my hips in order for my cock to slide deliciously in and out of her hungry snatch. Not having experienced motherhood, her vagina felt tight on my prick, but I had no idea whether it real or just my imagination. "Ooooh, ye-esss, har-ard!" she grunted passionately. "Shag me har-ard!" I did as she bid me, increasing both the strength and cadence of my driving hips until we were shagging at a wild, unrestrained gallop of abandoned pleasure. She was completely out of control, writhing and bucking beneath me as she cried out unintelligibly, except for the odd obscenity which came out undistorted. Unable to hold on any longer, I rammed my dick deep inside her to discharge a goodly dose of warm semen into her womb and cause her to come violently with a series of ecstatic convulsions. We clung tightly in loving embrace, saying nothing for half an hour as she considered what she'd done, wondering what the future might hold. As matters transpired she kept things to herself and came to the surgery every fourth Saturday morning for casual sex with me, although I soon found that the other three knew about it, as did other curious parties. * The eldest of my assistants was Nerida who, at forty-three, continued to enter marathon and cross-country foot races as a professional athlete. Gaby and I sponsored her for a modest amount initially, but then my wife's company took her on in a really big way after a number of successes against the smart money odds. Even though she's a good one-thirty-five tall she gave one the impression of petiteness due to her spare, rather hard looking, muscular figure which an athlete tends towards with endless pavement pounding and weight training. In normal street-wear she was slim and elegant looking, shapely even, but in sporting attire had the angular look of a pubescent teen with whom a good meal would not have gone astray. She'd been at work alone with me on three quiet afternoons, but had made no move nor said anything to indicate any interest in sex with me. At first I'd thought she didn't know, but one morning she offered to swap her afternoon shift with Vicky as the latter needed some nooky with her husband away on a long term, overseas job. She smiled slightly in a way that let me know that she was well aware of what went on here on occasion without giving any indication as to her inclination to participate, although her body language said "try me". A few weeks later, after a fairly uproarious sexual experience with Vicky and Tiffany in an exploratory threesome, I found myself alone in my surgery with Nerida once again. I was clearing my correspondence when she brought a cup of tea, then stood looking at me. "What?" I demanded, looking up at her. "You're giving me a headache staring like that." "Sorry," she chuckled at my absurd claim. "I was just noticing how attractive you actually are." "Despite my receeding hairline and the ever wrinklier skin," I replied to her compliment. "I hadn't really thought of you as a sexual partner before, even after I knew you were doing all the others, but now I'm reconsidering." "Because you just discovered my physical attractiveness?" "Not just physical," she told me, "but there are other factors beyond our workplace. Both my husband and my lover are having it off with workmates so I can't see why I shouldn't as well." "Just ask," I told her. "I'm easy." "I thought gentlemen did the asking," she smiled wanly. "For dates and dances," I chuckled, "but these days it's so often seen as sexual harrassment that I wouldn't dare." "You didn't put the hard word on any of the others?" I shook my head truthfully. "Lying bitches!" she spat and left the room, red faced. 'That went well,' I thought to myself. However, she was back in minutes, nude apart from her white shoes and socks with her curly, blonde hair down on her shoulders. By then I had a concrete horn on, throbbing and aching for a snatch in which to do its thing, as she rubbed her smooth pubic mound in anticipation. I stripped down to my shoes and socks and she took in my erection, curved up to point skywards from my lower belly, jerking with each heartbeat. "Oh my," she whispered at its shape and hardness, its unremarkable length being no cause for comment. I stepped over to her and we embraced warmly, kissing wet and deeply with our busy tongues and clutching hard at each others' flexing buttocks as we ground our pubes together in excitement. She moved a step backward to perch on the corner of my desk, one hand on my shoulder as the other desperately sought to couple our sexual organs, jerking involuntarily as I pinched both her wide nipples. Her trembling hand eventually guided my knob to the right spot between her frilly folds and I bore down to slide my cock right inside her hot, wet love tunnel. It was the tightest vagina I've ever experienced. "It's the running," she told me when I mentioned it. "It tightens everything, not just the bits used for forward motion." She thrilled me again by tightening her vagina around my tool and causing me to think that she could eviscerate me through the eye of my dick with an awesome sucking strength like that. It was a pleasant, vigourous fuck we shared together there, repeating the dose twice more before the workday ended, Nerida casting off her reserve as she felt more comfortable with me as a loving partner. By the time we left for our abodes she seemed to be as familiar with me as the others whom I'd known intimately for some months by then; sticking her tongue in my ear and happy to suck my cock on withdrawing from her pussy, refusing to consider a condom. Later, she and Jean formed a relationship for several months before widening it to include both me and all their colleagues as their curiosity about the various forms of love was aroused. I particularly enjoyed intimacy with two or three women in an afternoon as I then found it easily managable. * Margaret Irving was the feminine half of the afore-mentioned technicians and Tiffany's employers, a woman of forty-something with a solid figure and tanned but remarkably smooth skin, making me wonder if Botox was involved. She dropped in on the saturday morning for the pickup, disappointing me for only a moment, as it quickly became clear that she too had sin in mind. "Tiffany's confessed to her extra-marital pleasure down here on Saturdays and I assure you that I'm quite amenable to a bit of in and out if you have a yen to share your cock around," she chuckled sexily. "I've had a few guys on a casual basis, but would never have picked my off-sider as being a moll like me. I'm glad she is though; it keeps our work-a-day conversation more interesting." "Especially if she were to put herself about a bit too," I observed. "Oh, but she has. The rep from one our suppliers, the male technician and my husband. We're going to put on a foursome when the time seems right." "Who'd have thought," I mused, reaching to squeeze her magnificent bosom, kissing her deeply as she moved into my embrace. "You seem to be responsible for so many ladies straying from the straight and narrow path of fidelity," she grinned. "I never once made the first move," I swore. "I'm the seducee in each one of the relationships that's developed here." "I know you are, just kidding," she smiled, kissing me gently. "I better not spoil things then." Her beautifully manicured hand stroked the front of my trousers, unzipped my fly and gently stroked my liberated cock. I lifted off her tank top then unclipped her bra to allow her bountiful bosom to quiver in its unnaturally upthrust attitude, my hands confirming the presence of silicone implants in there, but she seemed unconcerned at my discovering that secret. "They're more attractive than they were after my last baby," she chuckled, "It's given me the confidence to be picked up and bonked on a casual basis." "They are nice," I grinned, squeezing both firmly as she inhaled sharply, then licked and sucked her nipples distended with excitement. I reached down under her denim miniskirt and felt the crotch of her pants which weren't just warm and moist, but hot and wet with sexual desire. "Well, I need fucking," she murmured huskily, squeezing my throbbing cock to ensure my readiness. "You need a fuck, so why don't we abandon the foreplay and get into it?" Dropping the last of our garments we sat on the long couch in the waiting room and began fondling and kissing as if we'd been intimates for years, my feelings towards her being very relaxed and affectionate due to her honesty about her desire for nooky with me. She lay back along the seat with one solid, tanned thigh on each side of me and pulled my dick toward her dewy, hairless vulva, a vertical patch of dark fur on her mons veneris testifying to her not being a natural platinum blonde, jerking at the thrill of my tingling knob making contact with a wet, warm pussy and stretching the frilly labia as I fully penetrated her sheath to feel the hardness of her womb on the tip. I leaned forward over her, we both had one foot on the floor, seeing her huge, tan lined bosom lolling and jerking in turn as I gently thrust my hot tool into her juicy cunt, her long nails raking my back and clawing my taut buttocks in her excitement. I wondered whether or not her hubby knew about her extramarital adventures as having a new prick inside her certainly made her emotional in a way I thought women would react in a secret sexual scenario. By then I was sure that I could tell when Gaby was fantasizing over a dream lover while we were fucking and, although she would never admit it, I enjoyed the more energetic nooky without comment as I was a fantasizer too. We shoved our sweaty bodies together with increasing vigour until she hada sudden need to suck my cock. It was a bit late in the day for that and my full ejaculation spewed into her mouth as my knob passed her lips, a slight cough escaping her, but she was expert in retaining all of my semen before sucking me dry, then pulling me down on top of her and kissing me with her cummy mouth. "Eat me," she whispered and I moved backward to kneel on the carpet as I looked at her red, puffy snatch; warm and juicy with with our loving. Putting my mouth to her cleft I penetrated it with my tongue, reaching as far within her love tunnel as I could and licking the interior to give her more enjoyment. She giggled and wriggled and her big, perfumed form jerked excitedly as I went to work sucking and nibbling and pulling at her swollen clitty with my teeth, tongue and lips until her panting and trembling told me her climax was only moments away. "Oooooh, Neddy!" she cried without restraint. "Oooooh, God! God! God!" Her back arched as she stiffened with climax, hot convulsions of pleasure racking her sweating body as she mashed my face to her drooling snatch with both hands behind my head. I wriggled free from her strong embrace to slide over her body and penetrate her fully to intensify the orgasmic sensations she was experiencing already. "No, Neddy!" she begged. "Please wait a moment. I need to rest for a bit. Please, please..." As she realized she couldn't stop me, she resigned herself to my shagging her in that state, almost overwhelmed by the strength of her sensations. It wasn't that it felt unpleasant at all, just that her senses felt as if they were being tested to the limit and, that for a time the pleasure was really almost more than she could bear, making her scream and writhe and jolt with the sensual surfeit. I've never ridden in a rodeo, but I can imagine what it's like now. Like the bulls she did everything in her power to throw me off her until another massive climax eventually exhausted her sexual needs and we lay coupled for an hour or so after our coming. "You really are a bugger," she told me when her senses returned, "but I'm not going to complain about such a fulfilling fuck." "Most ladies say 'Thank you, Doctor'," I told her. "Thank you, Doctor," she chuckled. "Our pleasure, Nurse," I replied. And so Margaret became a member of the Neddy Clarke Private Entertainment Committee dedicated to ensuring that I took my cardio-vascular exercises on a regular basis. She and Tiffany entertained me together a couple of times on Saturday mornings, but usually singly, eventually introducing me to her daughter Brianna, a high school senior at the age of consent, for lessons in male anatomy and for sexual techniques when the lass begged her mother to let her go all the way with me. She initially resisted Bree's pleading, but having previously been guilty of spreading herself around fairly promiscuously, relented and blessed the idea. I eventually enjoyed a brief intimate relationship with all of my other ladies' daughters as each reached consenting age, but not every one of them immediately became sexually active when the way had been opened for them to do so. Apparently they'd taken the opportunity to explore the practicality of love to prepare themselves and not just go into it without experience. * JANE I had two children in my latter twenties and at thirty-seven was ready to resume my career to help with the family finances. I'd tried to keep up with what occurred in the modern day dental surgery, but needed to go back to college to update my knowledge and skill to make myself employable, being fortunate then to find a relieving position with Dr Clarke for three months. I soon became aware that he was having an affair with one of the nurses, there were several of us on his rota, but later got the feeling that there might even be more than one. It was difficult to know whom talk to about it with, but finally settled on Jean, the least likely candidate for adultery. She was primness personified and a bit on the large side for most guys, who seemed to prefer the schoolgirl size. When I finally broached the subject with her she looked very embarrassed and blushed deeply. "Didn't Dr Clarke mention it at your interview?" she asked me. I shook my head. "Mention?" "Ooh, this is so embarrassing for me," she whined. "We all do him. It's a part of our duties as far as he's concerned. No naughty, no job. It's funny he hasn't said anything yet. Maybe he's going to wait until you're on your own with him, in the surgery. Perhaps he now expects one of us to brief you on what's required and I guess it would be up to you to broach the matter." Well, I didn't know what to think. Dr Clarke seemed every inch a gentleman, although one hears things about the goings on in the workplace, I was concerned about sexual harassment as much as I was about retaining my job. To be certain that I had it right, I enquired of both Nicki and Karen as to the state of affairs and was told what Jean had earlier revealed to me. Of course I was in a quandary then, to stay on until I was sacked or to depart before I had to refuse a proposition. No, I thought, I'll stay and, if I get sacked for refusing him sex, I'll sue him for wrongful dismissal. Thank You, Nurse When I found myself alone with him and idle one afternoon I awaited for a proposition, but none came; indeed he praised my work in straightening much of the store and autoclaving all the instruments, then brought me a hot cup of tea which he'd brewed. "I know what goes on around here, involving you and all the other women," I suddenly blurted out at him. "I just want you to know that I won't have a thing to do with it." He looked bemused. "What have you been told?" he asked, a little defensively I thought. I related to him what I'd been told by the others and he chuckled. "My dear lady," he smiled, "You've been the victim of a practical joke by your colleagues. The truth is that we all engage in a little casual love on quiet afternoons, but I was never the instigator. There has never been any suggestion from me that sex is tied to the job in any way, you have my word on that. You'll find, when they've had their giggle at our expense, that we share a little love and that's that; it all stays within these walls." Wasn't my face red! I knew from his manner that he was telling the truth and that I'd been conned by the others. I apologized profusely, but he told me to forget it as he'd suffered an embarrassment at being misled by people too. By then I'd forgotten my moral outrage and was thinking about what an attractive man he was and how nice it would be to have him in my pants. I'd known about my husband's infidelity for a year or more now, so a quickie at work wasn't out of the question by way of revenge. Mind you, the thought of having it off with another man wasn't something which I could easily handle just then, so I offered as much as I could. "I couldn't go all the way with you," I blushed, "but I could give you a blowjob, if you'd like." "You don't have to worry about that right now," he told me kindly. "All I want is consensual sex with no strings; just a bit of recreation. If you're still keen to give it a whirl, we'll do it next time the situation arises." I was extremely put out at this, being knocked back, so to speak, feeling patronized by him. Looking steadily into his eyes I unbuttoned my tunic and unclipped my bra to show him my pale breasts. They were still quite upright and relatively firm, with large, pink nipples which Mick describes as chewy and suckable. I admit to enjoying the pain from having him bite them hard. While I'd never describe myself as a great beauty, I'm very freckled and redheaded, but still get a second look from guys when I'm madeup and have a neat, slim figure that I'm proud of. I have a rather wide, prominent mouthwhich Mick crudely describes as a cocksuckers gob, but adores having around his dick, especially when I come when he spoofs into my throat. Stepping up against him, I felt the front of his trousers for what lurked within, finding a prick that was more than halfway erect and growing harder with each passing second. I guided him into the chair, opened his flies and pulled out a magnificently stiff, curved prick, knelt on the footrest whileI took it into my mouth to tongue the knob and suck. "You could feel my boobs," I told him, pausing. "I like that." He reached to massage my soft breasts, expertly twisting and squeezing my hard nipples and gently undulating his hips as I sucked his eager cock. The cadence of my nodding head increased with the movement of his nether parts, then he held my head gently, caressing my neck. "I'm ready," he croaked, going rigid and gushing warm semen into my ready mouth. I sucked him dry as he grinned at me. "Thanks, Nurse." "My pleasure, Doctor," I laughed lightly. And it was, I'd come too, but I don't think that he comprehended it. He wanted to reverse our positions, but I reminded him of my reservations over going all the way with him. "And I respect that," he said. "I only want to return your favour and eat some pussy." I lay back in the chair and let him remove my cottontails, resolving next time to wear a thong with my white, crotchless pantyhose. My whole quim and pubic mound were depilated, shiny smooth and perfumed with cologne. He came close, cupping my buttocks as he stuck his tongue into my vagina, then slid it up to my clitty to press and circle it as I gasped and groaned excitedly. He poked, probed and pressed my passion pouch and love button until I was a quivering mass of uncontrolable sensation, coming with an emotional cry of pure bliss. He kept tonguing me until I could bear it no longer and he came up to stand before me, his cock rigid and ready once more. "Come here," I chuckled, my fears and inhibitions having evaporated. I pulled him towards me, wrapped my legs around his hips and slid his hot cock into my warm, wet love sheath. "You weren't going to do that," he admonished. "It's the female privilege to change one's mind at any time," I whispered huskily. "I suddenly realized I couldn't go home without knowing." "What?" "How adultery feels. Mick's tried it, now it's my turn. Seems lovely thus far," I giggled. "Come on, show me." "You sure you're not going to regret this?" he enquired hesitantly. "Absolutely certain," I told him firmly. "No reservations at all now." I urged him on by pulling his hips to mine with my legs and he started to pump his bottom to slide his solid dick in my slippery sheath, the top side rubbing delightfully on my clitoris to make me gasp and gurgle happily with pleasure. We thrust our hips together with increasing intensity until, as I had only recently come, my senses exploded in a firework skyshow of purest, orgasmic bliss and I lost all control of my convulsing body. I was aware of his continuing to thrust and ramming deep to come, but remember little more until his wet cock drooped wetly from my pussy. We'd lost track of time and had to dress and clean up quickly when the door bell rang. On my next working day I shared it with Lori who gave me several knowing looks before I challenged her about it when we were finally alone. "I didn't reckon you'd do it," she grinned. "Do what?" "Oh, come on," she snorted. "Have it off with Ned, of course. We were all here when you did it." I blushed profoundly. "Where?" "Out the back, outside the vent to #1." "You heard?" I gulped. "Every word. We've all heard each other have their first, except for me. Only Jean heard that," she told me, laughing lightly. "So what did you think? I mean, how was I, by comparison with the others?" "We reckon you might have found a new hobby that you'll enjoy as much as the rest of us do. We're having more sex now, but still not nearly enough." "No," I agreed thoughtfully. "P'raps we could start some kind of swinging club. I think I'm able to spread myself around a bit now; and enjoy it." * NED I guess I must be a bit slower than most guys; it took me several months before I realized that Victoria, then the others, were putting a well-known prescription horn-raiser in my lunchtime fruit juice. Because the slow days came around randomly, so did my residual, nocturnal horniness, not causing suspicion on Gaby's part. While my situation was tiring at first, I rapidly gained fitness and my wife and I got right back into it, despite my sharing my favours with the other ladies in my life. I wasn't aware of the turning point in my sexual life, but it occurred as a result of Gaby and Jane meeting coincidentally at a business function and, with some wine in to lubricate the tongue, discussed their jobs before they got on to the subject of love with colleagues and/or bosses. It seems that Gaby was very interested to hear about Jane's work as a dental nurse, where she worked and her sexual relationship with her boss. Of course Jane was as fascinated to learn that the male colleague with whom Gaby had enjoyed most sexual fun was one Roger Hulme, her spouse. When she mentioned this to Gaby she was surprised to learn that her new acquaintance's name was Clarke, the wife of a dentist named Ned, both women falling about laughing hysterically at these revelations and sewing the seed of greater fun for us all.