5 comments/ 18992 views/ 3 favorites On Call By: Jeff818 Karen walked into the nurse’s lounge, removed her lab jacket, and sighed. It had been a long and stressful day. She enjoyed her job as an operating room nurse, but because of the recent nursing shortage, her increased workload was pushing her stress level to the breaking point. She was quickly reaching burnout. And because of this, her social life had rapidly deteriorated. It seems all I do is work, eat, and sleep, she thought. There is more to life than this. “Do you have plans for the weekend?” Beth asked. Karen was so wrapped up in her thoughts she didn’t hear Beth enter the lounge. Beth could be a poster child for type A personality. She was twenty-one, petite, with short cropped fiery red hair. She bounced from one activity to another seemingly never satisfied. To Beth, there was always a crisis. Nothing was ever simple. Karen was convinced Beth would be on some form of mood altering drug and something for high blood pressure before she reached thirty. “I don’t have any specific plans,” Karen said, as she opened her locker and retrieved her clothes. “Why do you ask?” Beth was pacing back and forth. She would never stand still and make eye contact during a conversation. This irritated Karen. “Well, I’m having sort of a crisis,” Beth said. Oh no, here it comes, Karen thought. She wanted to say, “Beth you ARE a crisis,” but instead asked, “what kind of crisis?” “Well, you know my boyfriend, Rick? Anyway, he thought he was going to have to work this weekend, but it turns out his boss wants him to work next weekend, and I’m scheduled to be on call this weekend instead of the next . . .” “You want to switch call, right?” Karen interjected. Beth was removing her name tag and shuffling papers in her locker. Without turning to face Karen she said, “Yes, if that’s okay with you? I don’t want to mess up any plans you may have.” “I guess I can,” Karen said. “Let me check and see if mom can watch Kali for me, okay? Can I let you know later this afternoon?” Still fumbling in her locker, Beth said, “Can you call your mom now? I really need to know as soon as possible.” “I’m sure it will be fine, Beth. Go ahead and make your plans.” “That’s great. Thank you. I’ll pay you back sometime for this favor.” Yeah, I’ll bet, Karen thought. Beth quickly changed her clothes and was ready to scurry out the door when she turned to Karen. “Oh, by the way, guess what surgeon is on call this weekend?” “Who?” Karen asked. “Skyler,” Beth said, drawing the name out for emphasis. “You mean Dr. Randall?” “The very same,” Beth said with a smile. “So even if you get called in, you can at least be working with a hunk.” Dr. Skyler Randall was one of the newest surgeons to join the medical staff. He was thirty-two and fresh out of his residency. Being single, he was the most talked about, and sought after bachelors in the hospital. Karen had to admit upon meting him for the first time she was struck by his appearance. He was tall, tanned, with dark brown eyes, and short black hair that looked good either combed or uncombed. He was one of those men who got a second, and even a third glance from women in public. “Besides,” Beth went on, “I think he likes you.” Karen felt herself blush. “I’m sure he’s much too busy to be interested in me.” “Are you kidding? You’re a doll. You’re what, 5'7" or 5'8?” I know you couldn’t weigh more than an ounce over 130lbs. You have gorgeous blond hair, and bright green eyes, and a set of boobs I’d die for. Of course he notices you.” “I’m not sure if I’m ready to start another relationship,” Karen said. Beth turned back from the door. “Karen, it’s been over a year since your divorce. You need to get back in circulation. Jim sure didn’t waste any time, did he?” Karen frowned and turned back toward her locker. “Look, I’m sorry,” Beth said. “I shouldn’t have brought him up. He’s a creep for ever leaving you and Kali. I mean, how can you leave your own five-year-old child?” “I don’t know,” Karen said, biting her lower lip. Beth patted Karen on the shoulder and said, “I need to get going. Thanks again for trading call.” “It’s no problem,” Karen said, without turning around. After Beth had gone, Karen walked around the corner to the lavatory. She removed her scrub clothes, and took stock of herself in the mirror. True, for thirty-one, she still had a youthful figure. She had no stretch marks and no signs of cellulite. Was Beth serious? Had she seen Dr. Randall watching her? I doubt it, she thought. It was 4:15pm and time to pick up Kali from her parent’s house. Once dinner was finished, Karen played three games of chutes and ladders with Kali, watched two Barney videos with her, and tucked her safely in bed. Fixing a glass of wine, Karen leaned back on the sofa in the family room to relax. It was 8:30pm on Friday evening and she was exhausted. Her call wouldn’t begin until 7am the following morning. Refilling her wine glass, Karen ran water for a bubble bath, and thought again about Beth’s comments. Maybe she should seriously consider dating again. Honestly, between her hectic work schedule and taking care of Kali, little time was left for herself. Reclining in the tub, Karen used her hands to swirl the hot bubbly water across her stomach and chest. Her nipples hardened in response. She lightly touched each nipple, savoring the sensation. She raised her right leg, using her hands to massage the tension from her calf and thigh muscles, repeating the same with her left leg. She stood and squeezed out a liberal portion of raspberry bath oil in her hand. Beginning with her neck, she rubbed the sweet-scented oil over each shoulder and then down each arm. Her dark pink nipples were extremely sensitive, and she involuntarily flinched as her fingers circled each one with the slippery oil. She put more of the oil in her hand and rubbed it along her stomach and legs. When her fingers reached the soft golden hair that formed a triangle between her legs, a low moan escaped her lips. Karen was a very sexual person. Despite the many problems she and Jim had, which eventually led to their divorce, sex was not one of them. Honestly, the good sex was all she missed from her marriage. But she wasn’t the type of woman who would enjoy a one night stand, and she certainly wasn’t going to see Jim again just for sex, even if he wanted to, no way. She would see him and deal with him because of Kali, and that was all. And since she had not dated since her divorce, or been involved with anyone else, masturbation had been her outlet for times of sexual frustration. Even though masturbation brought some temporary relief, it didn’t take the place of a lover talking to her, touching her, and being inside of her. After bathing, Karen planned to relax in bed with a new novel she had purchased, but she was just too sleepy. As she drifted toward sleep she realized although Beth could be annoying, she had a good point. I’m going to let myself get involved again, Karen thought. Karen awoke ten minutes before the alarm clock rang, and five minutes before Kali leaped into the bed with her. “Can we go to the park today and feed the geese and ducks?” Karen yawned. “Honey, mommy’s on call this weekend.” Kali frowned. But just as suddenly she beamed, “Maybe daddy can take me?” “Maybe he will” Karen knew Kali needed to spend more time with Jim, and this might be a good opportunity for them to have some father/daughter time. She would call Jim and see if Kali could spend the weekend with him. “I’ll call daddy and see, okay?” Kali jumped up and down on the bed. “Goody, goody,” she squealed. Surprisingly Jim was at his apartment and answered on the second ring. After some coaxing and a little guilt tripping, Jim agreed to pick Kali up at 10:00 and keep her until Sunday afternoon. Kali was thrilled. Even after a year, it was still awkward. Jim waited at the front door for Karen to get Kali’s suitcase. “Have fun, and be careful. I love you,” Karen called as Kali climbed into the passenger seat. “I love you too,” Kali said, as Jim closed the door. Karen called her parents to let them know they wouldn’t have to be available to watch Kali in case she got called to the hospital. Karen took her beeper and spent the afternoon shopping. She was surprised she hadn’t been called in. At home she fixed a light dinner and was watching the classic movie channel when the phone rang. The hospital operator said Dr. Randall had scheduled an emergency appendectomy. Karen looked at her watch. It was 8:30pm. Oddly, the operating room nurse’s lounge was dark when she arrived. Jill was the other nurse on call with her. She lived closer than Karen to the hospital and usually got there first. Changing into her scrubs, Karen walked into the operating room area and began turning on the lights. She was just about to pull the instrument packs needed for the surgery when a sound from one of the operating rooms startled her. “Jill? Is that you?” No answer. Frightened, she was about to call for a security guard, when she heard a familiar voice. “Karen?” “Dr. Randall, you scared me,” Karen said, blushing. “Am I late? I was just about to set up the instruments and visit the patient. Have you been waiting long? I haven’t seen Jill yet, but I’m sure she will be here any minute.” Dr. Randall stepped from the darkened operating room into the hallway where Karen stood. “You don’t need to set up the instruments or visit the patient, because there isn’t a patient,” he said, smiling. “I don’t understand,” Karen said. “I made it up. I had them call you in because I wanted to spend some time with you, alone. Are you upset with me?” “I’m not upset, just confused. If you wanted to spend some time with me alone, why didn’t you simply ask me out on a date? Why go to all this trouble?” Dr. Randall shrugged, “I must confess I asked around about you first. I knew you were divorced, but I didn’t know if you were dating or involved with anyone.” Karen smiled. “Well, what did your detective work uncover?” “I discovered you weren’t dating, in fact, as far as anyone knew, you haven’t dated since your divorce over a year ago. That’s why I chose to do it this way. I guess in some ways I’m like a high school kid. I was afraid you would turn me down. This way, I was sure to at least get to spend a few minutes alone with you. I know it’s a sneaky and underhanded way to go about it, and I’m sorry if I’ve upset you, and I will understand if you want to leave right now and never speak to me again unless it pertains to work.” Karen thought a moment before answering. “I’m not angry. Actually I’m flattered. But I must agree, it certainly is an unusual way of going about a date.” “I know,” he said. “Dr. Randall, I . . . “ ”My name’s Skyler. It’s okay for you to call me that, at least while we are away from work.” “Okay . . . Skyler. Where do we go from here?” Karen watched him. He seemed somehow different, less assured of himself. He was an excellent surgeon, confident with his treatment of patients. And yet, here he stood before her, a tall handsome man, obviously nervous and at a loss for words. Then she realized . . . he was shy with women! There was a momentary silence before Karen said, “May I ask you a question?” “Of course” “Have you ever been married?” “No” “Engaged?” “No again” Before Karen could ask another question, Skyler said, “ I want to explain something, okay?” “Okay” Skyler walked over to the surgical scheduling desk and sat down. He motioned for Karen to join him. “I’m sure you find it odd that I am thirty-two and never been married or engaged,” he began. “To be honest, I’ve never been very good at . . . relating to women in an emotional sense.” Karen looked puzzled. “Are you saying you’re . . .?” “No, I’m not gay.” Skyler said, smiling. “I guess I’m just not very good in the romance department.” “Haven’t you ever had a girlfriend?” Karen asked. As soon as she asked this, she saw a pained expression cross his face. “I was very close to a girl in college. We were both preparing for medical school. We spent hours together talking, studying, going to parties. We were very close.” “What happened? Did you break up?” Karen asked. When Skyler looked up at her, his eyes were red. “A drunk driver crossed the center line. She was on her way home for break our senior year. It was a head on collision. She was in a coma for a week before she died.” “I’m so sorry,” Karen said. “What was her name?” “Amanda,” Skyler said, slowly. “You loved her,” Karen said, taking his hand. “Very much,” he said, and began to openly sob. Karen put her arms around Skyler and he cried against her neck for a long time. When the tears began to slow, he pulled away and looked at her. “I’m sorry. It happened more than ten years ago and I still can’t seem to get past it. I shouldn’t be burdening you with this,” he said, wiping his eyes. Karen took his hand again. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. You lost someone you loved dearly. It’s painful. You need to talk about it.” Karen felt her eyes burning. “I’ve never talked about this with anyone before. Sure, I got condolences from my family and friends, but I’ve never been able to really share the pain about it until now, with you. I guess you’ve lost some respect for me, huh?” “No, not at all,” Karen said. “I hate men who act so macho as if nothing ever affects them emotionally. To me, a man who is able to express his deepest feelings is both masculine and sexy.” “Really?” Skyler asked. “Really” Karen said, and kissed his forehead. “Would you like to get some coffee?” Skyler asked. “I’d love some, but please, not the hospital cafeteria,” she said, laughing. “So, I’m not the only one who gets tired of this place,” Skyler said, and he was laughing. “If you want, we can change our clothes and go to my house. I can make some fresh coffee, and cut both of us a big slice of peach pie I baked yesterday. Besides, it will be quiet there and we can talk.” “I’ll meet you in the parking lot,” he said. “You have a nice home,” Skyler said, as he followed her into the kitchen and watched her measure out the coffee. He pointed to the pictures attached by small magnetic clips to the refrigerator door. “Is that your daughter?” he asked. “Yes, that’s Kali,” she said. “She’s beautiful. How old is she?” “She will be six next month” Skyler leaned closer to get a better look. “She has her mother’s gorgeous green eyes.” “Thank you” Karen said. “Where is she now?” he asked. “She’s spending the night with her father.” “I see” he said. Karen poured the coffee and heated the peach pie in the microwave. They spent the next two hours talking about family, work, her divorce, and life in general. For the first time in years, Karen felt an emotional kinship with a person of the opposite sex. Even though she loved Jim at one time, she never felt completely at ease with him. With Jim, she always seemed to either say the wrong thing, or do the wrong thing. He would pout and sulk, and make her feel as though she had somehow disappointed him and couldn’t live up to his expectations. Unlike Jim, Skyler was genuinely interested in her thoughts and opinions. He was neither judgmental nor condescending. Karen was seeing a new side of Dr. Skyler Randall. More than just a competent surgeon, he was handsome, caring, and sensitive. A man, Karen thought, with whom she could easily love. Karen placed the empty cups and dessert plates in the dishwasher. Skyler followed her into the kitchen. “Karen?” “Yes?” she said, looking up. “This is the first time I’ve spent any amount of time with a woman without thinking about, or comparing her to Amanda.” “Oh” was all Karen could manage to say. Skyler went on, “What I’m trying to say is, I know I have to move on and love again. And I know I’ve been wrong to expect women I meet to be Amanda, or live up to her memory. But it’s different with you. I don’t want or expect you to be Amanda. I’m attracted to you as you are, not how she was.” “Oh Skyler,” Karen said, feeling tears forming in her eyes. He put his arms around her and pulled her close. His embrace made her feel warm and secure. She felt needed and desired. He gently lifted her chin to look into his eyes. Slowly, he lowered his lips to meet hers. It was a soft and gentle kiss. Karen put her arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer for the second kiss. This kiss longer, more deliberate. She felt lightheaded, her heart rate increase. This was how it was supposed to be, how it was supposed to feel. Without any words, Karen pulled away, and taking Skyler’s hand, led him down the long hallway toward her bedroom. Stepping inside, they embraced again. Their kisses were now long and passionate. The combination of her desire to please Skyler and her undeniable lust for sex was overpowering, almost intoxicating. Still kissing, she felt his fingers release the first two buttons on her blouse. Skyler felt her momentary hesitation. “Is it okay? Should I stop?” he asked. “No, it’s okay,” she said, smiling. “It’s . . . just been a long time for me.” Pulling her face close to his he whispered, “It has for me too.” Never taking her eyes from his, Karen finished unbuttoning and removing her blouse. She could see the desire in his eyes as she reached behind and unhooked the light-blue bra that barely concealed the outline of her swollen nipples. He pulled her close and kissed her again. She unbuttoned his shirt as he gently ran his tongue first along her neck, and then to her ears. His breath was coming in shallow pants, and she could feel his arousal hard against her stomach. “You’re driving me crazy,” he panted in her ear. “I want you so much.” “I want you too, Skyler,” she whispered, as she ran her hands over his naked chest and arms. Stepping away she said, “I’ll be right back.” She went to her closet and returned with a sweet-scented red candle. After lighting it and placing it on her night stand, she closed her bedroom door and turned off the overhead light. Skyler watched as she reclined on her bed. Seeing her lying there in the flickering light and shadows cast by the candle was extremely erotic. “I’m ready,” she said softly, as she reached her hands toward him. “You’re beautiful,” he said, as he moved above her. He kissed her again, first on her forehead, then again on her lips. He ran his tongue along her neck and ears. Karen ran her hands through his hair encouraging him lower. She sighed as he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked gently. His fingers traced a path along her calf and thigh. Instinctively she opened her legs. As his tongue moved from one nipple to the other, she took his hand and guided it to the warm, and now moist area between her legs. “Oh . . . yes” she moaned, as he began to massage her. When he unsnapped and unzipped her slacks, she arched her hips allowing him to easily slide them off. Covered only by her sheer white panties, Karen felt Skyler’s tongue as it moved away from her nipples, and slide slowly down her stomach. As she drew her legs up and apart, Skyler slid further down on the bed, and placing his hands on her waist, pulled her close to him. She could feel his warm breath against the soaked crotch of her panties, as he teasingly licked along the inner part of her thighs. The sight of her wet panties, with a few soft blond strands of hair protruding from the side, and the musky smell of her arousal, was more than Skyler could stand. “Yes . . . that’s it,” Karen moaned, as he moved his tongue along the wet fabric, tasting her. As the warmth, pressure, and speed of his tongue increased, Karen felt as though she were on a slowly ascending roller coaster. Closer and closer, she could feel herself approaching the crest. Then, when he pulled the fabric of her panties aside, and worked his lips and tongue along her wet slit and her rigid clit, she toppled over the crest and shuddered, arching her back in a powerful orgasm, causing her muscles to contract in pure ecstacy. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her until she thought she would lose consciousness. On Call “Skyler, I’ve never felt anything like that before,” Karen said almost breathlessly, as the last few ripples of her orgasm began to recede. “That was wonderful. Now, come here.” As he stood to move back toward the head of the bed to her, she stopped him. Sitting up, and wearing a seductive smile, she reached for his belt buckle. Sliding off his pants and underwear, she felt her own arousal building again when she saw how big and hard he was. Cupping him gently, she took him in her mouth. Working her hand up and down the length of his shaft, she sucked eagerly on the head of his cock. In less than a minute, Skyler’s breath was coming in short gasps as he fought to prolong the incredible sensation Karen was giving him. “I don’t think . . . I can . . . hold off,” he said between breaths. Karen stopped only long enough to look up at him and say, “I don’t want you too,” and then went back to work on him. Taking him almost completely in her mouth, he moved his hips faster in rhythm with her sucking. When he had reached the point of no return, and could no longer stand the pleasurable pressure that was building, he closed his eyes, stiffened, and cried out, as he released three or four rapid bursts of semen deep into her throat. She held his hips and swallowed as quickly as she could. Skyler felt like he was going to collapse. “Oh my God, Karen” he said, as she slowly licked the last few drops. “That was incredible. I . . .” “Shhhh” she whispered, as she pulled him gently back on the bed beside her. “Just hold me,” she said. Skyler cradled her head against his chest, and stroked her hair. “Tell me everything,” he said. She looked up into his eyes. “What do you mean?” she asked. “I want to know everything about you. I want to know everything about you from the time you were born right up to this very minute. I want to know what you were like as a child, as an adolescent, and as a young woman. I want to know what you like and dislike, I want to know what turns you on and off.” Karen chuckled, “Are you serious? You might be disappointed.” “Never” he said, and kissed her. “Do you know what I see in those bright green eyes?” he asked. “What?” she asked, running her finger playfully along the bridge of his nose. “I see a woman of immense depth. I see a woman who loves unconditionally. And I see a sexually uninhibited woman who drives me to the point of madness!” he said, rolling on top of her. Karen laughed, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Staring intently into his brown eyes, she said, “Skyler?” “Yes?” “I want you to make love to me. I don’t want you to fuck me. I want you to make love to me. Do you understand?” “Absolutely” he said, as he lowered his lips to hers. “You are the sexiest woman in the world,” he whispered in her ear. “Oh Skyler, I need you inside of me, now.” She reached between them and guided him to her opening. “Slowly . . . at first, okay?” she said. “I want to give you pleasure,” he said as he eased his hips forward, sliding partially inside. “I know you do, and I know you will,” she said, as she placed her hands on his hips and pulled him forward. Karen gasped as he slid completely inside. He was big, but not too big. He filled her completely. Skyler moved in and out of her slowly as he stroked her hair, never taking his eyes away from hers. “Yes . . . that’s how . . . now a little faster,” she said, as she arched her hips to match his movement. “That feels so good,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck while wrapping her legs around his waist. “Yes, you feel so warm and tight,” Skyler said, moving slowly in and out of her. “A little faster now,” Karen said, as her breathing quickened. Skyler kissed her passionately, moving his tongue in rhythm with his thrusting. “Faster now . . . yes, faster,” Karen said, as she matched his thrusts with her hips. She felt herself climbing toward release. She was on the roller coaster again. The sensation of him filling her, retreating, and then filling her again was pushing her toward the peak. “Yessssss!” she cried, as the second, and more powerful orgasm overtook her. “Oh Karen!” he cried, as he convulsed in orgasm, releasing his seed deep inside of her. Nearly breathless, they lay in each other’s arms for several minutes. After showering together, Skyler dressed and stood before the front door. “May I call you later?” he asked. “Of course,” Karen said. “Would you like to have dinner with us this evening? You could meet Kali.” “I would like that very much,” he said, smiling. Karen watched Skyler drive away. It was 3am, but she was tempted to call Beth and thank her for switching call. No, she thought. She’ll find out soon enough. On Call I work in a large hospital in the Southeast, and many evenings require us to stay overnight in the call rooms the hospital provides for us. And while this is a southern institution, espousing Baptist fundamentals, I found out one night, some true southern hospitality of another nature. I was asleep one night in a call room which has two single beds, and almost always the rooms go unshared because there are generally enough rooms to go around if people sign up early. And the hospital policy strictly forbids co-educational room arrangements. But someone must have gotten the sign-up wrong. I was asleep one night, laying in my underwear on one of the beds on top of the sheets because the thermostat was broken and the room temperature must have been 85 degrees. Since we occasionally do need to share rooms when things are quiet, I thought nothing of the door opening while I was there. I was surprised however, when a female voice remarked her surprise at my presence. I must have looked pretty silly with my hand on my crotch trying to figure out the mix up to this embarrassed woman, whom I had seen only a couple times before around the hospital. She introduced herself as Mary and said that someone told her all the other rooms were taken, and that this one might be available. After mumbling a few silly excuses, I told her she may as well stay there since it was late, and that I promised to behave. Besides, we were both tired and needed sleep that wasn't likely to come. She very quickly said that that wouldn't be necessary, and agreed to share the room. Without further ado, she walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and closed the door most of the way. There was still a little gap in the doorway, and whether on purpose or not, I found myself staring at her reflection in the mirror. At first I wasn't sure if to feign being asleep or not, but then I couldn't conceal the excitement I was beginning to feel at watching her undress, and go through her nightly routine. I thought she had a few more minutes in the bathroom before finishing, and I was trying to prepare what to do to seduce this lovely woman who was accidentally sharing my room. My problem was resolved when she poked her head out the door, and said, "I caught you peeking." With my hand absently stroking my erection, I had no excuse. I plainly admitted I thought she was quite beautiful, and I rather enjoyed the show she was giving me. Thinking I was going to get admonished for my ungentlemanly behavior, instead she opened the door further and continued her routine. She brushed her long red hair to a silken shine. I found it much easier under the new light to appreciate her physique. She was about 5'4", with a taut physique. Her slender arms displayed nice firm muscles that showed she cared about her health. Still dressed in her hospital scrub attire, it did not completely hide what lay underneath. Her breasts were firm, and moved rhythmically with each stroke of her hair brush. She started to peel down her pants, revealing long, muscular legs. She must have been enjoying her display quite a bit because she sneaked a sly smile at me, enjoying the effect her stripping was having on me. The room seemed even hotter watching her undress, and I still wasn't sure where this evening was going. She rubbed some lotion on her legs and arms, taking time to rub every last inch of exposed skin. Her bikini briefs nicely contoured her shapely ass, and I could detect a trimmed mons beneath. By now, I was unabashedly stroking my hard cock through my underwear figuring she might enjoy watching a show of my own. She must have read my mind because just the she nodded her approval and continued with her private show. She sensuously massaged her inner thighs, proceeding to rub her vagina through her panties. I was quite surprised at the next words out of her mouth. "I have always wanted to see a man masturbate. Maybe we could get off together, you know, masturbate for each other. "Pretty safe sex." I told her I thought that was the most incredibly sexy proposition anyone has ever made. That obviously pleased Mary a great deal. She walked out of the bathroom and sat on the other bed in the room facing me. "Lets do it slowly. I think it makes it more exciting that way." She didn't give me time to answer, and peeled off her shirt revealing a splendid pair of breasts tightly wrapped in a matching bra. I couldn't believe my luck. Here was this beautiful woman, sitting across from me in her briefs, watching me stroke my cock, wanting to watch me masturbate, and I knew I was going to see quite a show form her as well. Mary then slid her hands up her side to her breasts, and held them in her hands as if offering them to me. I had to use some serious restraint because I love tits. And she had a pair that were especially needing some attention. But I was content for the moment to continue our game. She unhooked her bra, and let in hang there for a moment, enjoying the anticipation I was feeling waiting for her to expose her flesh. She was watching me watching her, and when she finally removed her bra so that I could see her breasts, I almost lost it right there. I squeezed my cock tightly to avoid an accident, forcing a drop to come to emerge on my underwear. She could tell I liked that, and pointed out that I was leaking, and that I had better not come too soon. I told her how sexy I found her, and that this was an incredibly exciting show. I told her I had never done anything like this before, but I rather liked the teasing and combination exhibition/voyeur game. And I told her that it had been a while, so this might not take that long. I slid my hand inside my underwear and stroked the underside of my cock head with my finger. She too slid one hand inside her panties, and the other stroked her nipple. She then switched hands, and her hand coated her other breast with her juices. Her nipples were quite hard, and we were both getting quite aroused. As slowly as I could manage, I slipped my thumbs under the waistband of my underwear and slid them down, allowing her to see my hardness for the first time. I stayed motionless for a moment, my cock twitching from finally being freed, and then I slowly resumed my stroking, slowly massaging my cock with one hand, and my balls with the other. I could detect her increasing arousal at seeing my naked flesh. Her eyes began to take on that glazed look of passion. The she stood, and slipped her panties off. Her breasts swayed as she bent over, and stood up high on her chest as she took her wet panties and dropped them next to my head. She sat back down, spread her legs and exposed her moist pussy for my to see. She intently watched my cock grow harder still as we each continued to stroke ourselves to imminent climax. I reached up to pull her wet, fragrant panties to my face, and inhaled her scent. I closed my eyes for a moment and savored her smell, and then watched as she took one, then two fingers and slid them deep inside her now sopping pussy. She used her other finger to stroke her clit. I told her I was going to come soon. She smiled and nodded, "me too." We both quickened our paces a little. I could feel my orgasm approaching. Her face was so incredibly sexy, with a combination of passion in her eyes, and sheer approaching ecstasy. Her fingers made sweet, sticky sounds as they plunged in and out of her sex. I was extremely close to coming, and wanted to be sure we came together. I slowed a little, but she said, "yeah, now, I'm going to come." My cock twitched at her words, and I started to come. I pumped my cock harder and the first jets of come landed on my shoulder and chest. Mary's orgasmic moans gripped her too and she kept her hands firmly against her pussy. She watched my cock spurt more come on my chest and belly, and I could see her breasts heaving, her nipples hardening and her legs tightening with her orgasm. I think I shot more come then than I could remember, and as we both started to come down to earth from our climaxes, we smiled at each other, and just stayed there for a moments, relishing our new experiences. Needless to say, Mary and now share more than a room more often now. On Call Intro: I'm a forty something wife, a medical professional, and am realizing that life is a lot shorter than I wanted it to be. I am petite, run and work-out regularly, have a loving family. Saturday night: For whatever reason, my husband and I have become a little more adventurous recently. None too soon either - when our sex life stalls, our whole relationship stalls with it, and then I get bitchy and he gets sulky and it just goes from bad to worse. Lately though we've discovered that watching porn on the internet is actually pretty harmless and even kind of fun. It gets the hubby going and that's always a good thing. With a little alcohol and a little porn we both break out of our little shells and its good. Normally I am quite reserved, (my husband would say a prude) but recently I told him that I had always wanted a pair of crotchless panties - though I never told him why, and yesterday he actually went and bought me some. So tonight, for a little excitement, he makes me wear the panties with a light dress when we go to the theatre. I didn't really bargain for that but my husband thinks it will be good for me to get a little "male attention". Why he thinks I don't already is beyond me but, as they say, what he doesn't know isn't going to hurt him. And frankly, after the incident at the music festival last summer, telling him would be just plain stupid. He sulked for at least two weeks just because my friend and I were caught giggling over some beautiful black man. But seriously, aren't they all beautiful? Well he doesn't seem to be thinking about that now, and if I get a good fuck out of it, what do I care? A good fuck is a good fuck; and these days, all the more precious. I love my husband and our sex life is good - when its there. I don't want to put him down -he's a great father and, well, yeah, that's a lot. You can't have everything, right? But tonight was starting out fun, and I'd be lying if I didn't admit that it was turning me on. We arrive in the underground parking and while going up the narrow stairs to the theatre it gets very crowded because something is blocking the door to the foyer. I feel a hand brush against my thighs but I don't want to look around because I'm sure its my husband, and because I'm really wet. If he thinks he's still got a boring, frigid wife I'm going to prove him wrong. Instead of pulling away, I separate my legs slightly and there, sardined between so many strangers, I feel his finger slide back and forth over my now slick labia and, like the slutty wife I know he wants me to be, I stand on my toes and arch my back pretending to see what the problem is. I'm sure that know one can see us because I'm so small but they definitely could have heard my gasp as his finger thrust into me. He practically lifts me with palm of his hand. I'm surprised at his strength, but astonished at his balls! Maybe mid-life wasn't going to be the death of me after all. But what he does next crosses the line. When the crowd finally starts to move, he rips my dainty, slutty panties right off! I try to retain my composure but I'm furious, and exposed! If that's the kind of wife he wants, he better hope he likes what he gets! My outrage, however, was short-lived as moments later I spied my husband about 8 feet in front of me. "Oh my god!", I'm thinking, "oh my god!" - I look around quickly to find my assailant but nothing. I've just let a stranger practically make me cum in a public staircase and then take my panties. My brain is screaming two things at me: one, wife without panties makes for a very unhappy hubby, and two, god that was hot! My husband looks at me questioningly but I just smile nervously back even though I am now milling around the theatre foyer with a wet and exposed pussy. In the foyer I keep scanning the crowd hoping for I don't know what. Plenty of men return my looks and I can't help engaging their eyes trying to divine if it was them. All I get are some very intrigued smiles, and a few raised eyebrows. Any one of them could have been the guy, and is now smugly observing the me, the hapless slut, looking for help. Each one I look at I think "was I your slut? Or were you the one in my wet cunt?" and, now, in every face I see a smirk of confirmation. They all know, I'm sure of it. Now I am furious with myself for wearing that slutty underwear- this is what little sluts get, and deserve. Just like in all that porn we've been watching: little horny sluts should be stripped, and fucked, and made to suck and beg for some kind of release that they will never get because, well, they're sluts. And, even though, I am definitely feeling like a slut right now, and yes, a horny slut - perhaps a horny slutty wife with a horny slutty imagination with an all too hot cunt, despite all that, I think, um, I think I need a drink. or two. After downing a glass of wine and half of my husband's, I am definitely feeling more relaxed and the warmth of the alcohol spreads deliciously through my body. The barman was one of those charming black men I told you about. Very black, and very charming, with an ever so subtle melody in his voice . Things don't seem so bad now. Just a case of mistaken identity, no need to get one's panties in a knot - if one had them, of course. I just need to be friendly to the right people and everything will be fine. All probably would have been fine but, being a physician, I got paged right at the end of intermission. My husband heard it buzz and handed me his cell phone while rolling his eyes. The man on the phone asked how I was feeling and then whether I would like him to leave my panties in the upstairs men's restroom or taped to the exit sign where we parked our car. I replied, in my most professional if tipsy voice that I would probably prefer the first option and could I check it out right away? Both he, and my husband seemed satisfied by this response. My husband was frequently exasperated my the demands of my profession so I asked him if he was sure that it was ok that I went. He shrugged, so I asked again "are you really sure? I won't go if you don't want me to". I almost begged him to stop me but he just looked a little bewildered and asked, almost with scorn, if I was sober. More than I wanted to be, I thought. And then he just dismissed me with barely a glance: "Have fun..". Part of me felt like sobbing but another part thought that he was right: Life is short, I should just go and "have fun". I returned to my seat about an hour later, just before the final curtain. My name was the same but, now, I was someone else. I left, a wife and a mother, and perhaps I am still that, but now I am also a slut and whore. In the bathroom I found a note, and a blindfold. I said essentially nothing while three strangers blinded-folded me and then used me like the porn-star fuck-toys I had watched with my husband. At most, I whimpered. I might have begged them to stop, once or twice, but everyone knew it was just part of the act. Had I known they had a camera I might have acted differently but I don't regret it now. You've seen the videos before, on practically any of thousands of porn sites. Mine is pretty much the same: you'll see the bitch is on her knees on a restroom floor with a blindfold over her eyes, and a large, and yes, black cock, is smearing cum over her hungry mouth while some other cock works her from behind. Her dress is bunched up around her waste, and her hands are tied up with her bra behind her back. Her nipples stick out like they're supposed to. And the bitch looks slutty and kind of pathetic, and begging for some kind of release that we all know she's never going to get. I guess the only thing really different in this video is that its me! There I am, being a totally depraved slut. I know that if I were watching this with my husband I'd be wanting them to fuck her even harder, you know she wants it. What you don't always know is why. Its often hard to tell if the bitch is really liking it or not. And now that I've been there, I still can't answer the question. I just know that its not a choice anymore: they think its because they've got compromising pictures of me, but I think its something else, something I'll probably never really understand. They've told me not to worry about the pictures becoming public because if they did expose me then we probably wouldn't play anymore. I didn't bother to tell them otherwise. My life hasn't changed that dramatically, my husband can be cowed into believing whatever I want him to so our family life is pretty much the same. I do get paged a lot more now, which continues to irritate him. But he has also noticed that I'm a lot more complacent around the house, so he doesn't seem to mind. He just says "have fun" as I head out the door. So maybe he knows, maybe he doesn't. All I know, for sure, is that now, when my pagers buzzes, so does my cunt; my nipples get hard and my breath shortens. I never know where it will be or with whom but I always know my place and what I'm there for. And sometimes, that's all a girl really needs.