It was a reasonably normal morning. I was reading the paper. My wife, Wendy, rolling her long, blonde hair up into a bun and shoving a pencil through it to make it stay. She was already wearing her pink nurse’s gown that had a nice way of accentuating her exquisite breasts. She was getting ready for what would probably be another 16-hour stretch in the OR.
“That movie was good last night, wasn’t it?” I said as I turned the page. It was a Tuesday, and my wife always seemed kind of “off” on every Tuesday for the last couple of months or so. She had even done her make-up. That was something I’d never seen her do until recently. A registered nurse didn’t need make-up on while shoving hoses down people’s throats and changing bandages on the latest recipient of emergency surgery.
“Huh? Oh, yes. Very good. Al Pacino is pretty cool isn’t he?” she said as she fought to keep her eyes open while putting on her mascara.
“Sure was convincing as a transvestite, wasn’t he?” I continued.
“Wha? Oh, yeah.” she replied, oblivious to what she was saying. I downed the rest of my coffee and folded the paper under my arm. Grabbing my briefcase and keys, I made my way past her to the door. I turned and looked at Wendy’s ass wiggle as she bent over to put on her white tennis shoes. She stood up, kissed me on the cheek, and slid past me to the door, without making eye contact even once.
Wendy was already in the crowded elevator by the time I got the door locked. The trip down eight stories was virtually silent. I stood in front of my wife, feeling her hard nipples through my sport coat. Well, it was a tad cool in these elevators, wasn’t it? I switched my briefcase to my other hand and slid my hand ever so subtly to my wife’s crotch. Wendy and I had always been exhibitionists, and we’d fucked in half the elevators in the city by our first anniversary.
To my disappointment, my hand was batted away as the elevator doors opened and the inhabitants spilled out into the lobby of our building and we made our way to our respective cars. I thought about saying goodbye, but decided against it. I doubt she would have heard me anyway. Bitch.
I thought about it all day. I was having an ironically good day on the floor. Best in a few years actually, but the satisfaction of it was being clouded by the thought of some hotshot doctor fucking Wendy, my wife. I had never met anyone she worked with, and I’d only been to her hospital to pick her up on the way to the airport. I remembered her once mention her new boss, Aaron. I thought I might see what was up.
Brokers have to have good instincts, and I had a feeling in my gut that I HAD to get over to that hospital as soon as I could. After my last call of the day, I wrapped up, and hurriedly got into my car. I peeled out and got my game face on. Getting to the hospital was pretty slow going. Giving me time to imagine what I might walk in on. I knew it might be nothing, but I couldn’t shake it. Only one way to find out. I called ahead to the hospital to see if she was in surgery.
“Wendy just went into a meeting with Dr. Thompson right now. Can I take a message?” the receptionist said curtly.
“That wouldn’t be Doctor Aaron Thompson, would it?” I queried through clenched jaws. I was swerving through traffic so fast I prayed a cop wouldn’t find me.
“Uh, yes…to whom am I speaking?” was the last thing I heard before I pressed “end” on my cell phone. I was about five minutes away.
I parked in visitor parking and tried to calm myself before I got to the entrance. I didn’t want to attract security before I even had a CHANCE to do something drastic like a little amateur surgery on the cock of some doctor. I went in through emergency. Passing through the corridors, I went into the gift shop to get a disposable camera in case I needed it for my lawyers later.
Ducking into a spare room I saw a white coat and threw it over my suit. For added effect I grabbed a stethoscope and wore it around my neck as I made my way to the elevator. I’d need more than a suit and tie to get into the Surgery wing.
Walking straight past what looked like the receptionist I’d just spoken to (blue hair and nose ring!). I wandered the halls empty halls until I came upon a door with “Dr. E. Thompson” on the placard. I didn’t give it a second thought while I put my ear to the door to hear the unmistakable cacophony of my wife being fucked from behind the door.
My father being a locksmith had rubbed off on me in a few ways. Being able to defeat an old-fashioned door-knob like this one was one of them. A couple of paper-clips is all you need really. Or a size-13 wingtip. And I was fresh out of paper-clips.
The door swung open with such force I felt the air suck past me for half a second. What I saw made me pause for what felt like an eternity. There they were, Wendy bent over the table, naked, her hair still in a half-bun, and the rest scrambled over her shoulders. Her tits were pressed down on the wood of the desk, and her hands squeezed the edges of the desk bracing herself against the fucking she was receiving from…a WOMAN?
They hadn’t yet noticed my presence, so engulfed in lust as they were. The woman standing behind my wife was wearing a strap-on dildo and her red fingernails dug into Wendy’s hips as she thrust her pseudo-erection into my wife’s tight cunt. They were facing away from me at what was about a 45 degree angle.
Wendy’s head turned to me and she screamed as she came. The woman behind her looked at me and stopped moving completely. She didn’t pull out, just… froze. She wasn’t staring at my face so hard as she was staring at the camera in front of my chest.
After the shock wore off, I snapped a photo. Wendy went ape shit, screaming at me while who I assumed was ERIN Thompson, just stood there dumbfounded, with her shiny, black phallus pointed at my face ffrom across the room.
“You asshole! What the fuck are you doing here? What the fuck is going-“
“What the fuck is going on here?!” I shot back. After all, I was the one who should be pissed off, and yet for some reason I wasn’t. I was just sort of numb. And yet I was getting more and more turned on by the moment. I could feel my cock growing in my crotch.
“What the fuck are YOU so pissed at? You’re here fucking a damn WOMAN? What the hell do you think I should be doing or thinking right now?”
“Uh, I guess I should leave?” the other woman in the corner spoke up. She grabbed her clothes and made her way toward the door. I put up my hand.
“Unless you want copies of what’s on this film all over the ward by next week, you’ll stay right where the FUCK you are.” I growled. She stopped, and then tried to take off the strap-on.
“And keep that thing on!” I said, not yet really sure why.
“Honey, please, let her go. You’re mad at me, not Erin. Let her go. Oh God, please don’t hurt us!” my wife was now sobbing. I’d never seen her in such a state of fear and confusion. All I knew was my cock was at full throttle.
“Oh, Christ” I said, not sure whether to console her or slap the shit out her and her new boss.
My eyes turned to Erin. She wasn’t all that bad to look at either. Dark red curly hair down to her shoulders. A little older than Wendy, but not by much. Tall, pretty face, and what looked like a fitness coach’s body. Her abs were fucking stunning. I turned and closed the door behind me.
“Here’s what I’m going to do…” I said as I dragged a chair behind me and sat in front of the door. “I’m going to watch what my wife has been up to, just so I can appreciate the ‘art’ of all of it.”
“You’ve got to be kidding!” Erin shot back. I held up the camera.
“It would seem you’re not in any position to object. I do see a few pictures of a few kids and their father on the floor. I’m sure they’d love to see what I’m seeing.”
Erin crossed her arms and bit her lip. I stood up and turned to go. I heard a “no” from behind me and stopped.
“Look, I can tell you guys were enjoying yourselves before I walked in, and I’d like you two to continue”
“Honey, are you serious?” my wife said with a cocked head. I nodded and leaned back in the chair.
“I want to see this from the beginning” I replied.
My wife then walked around the desk toward Erin and pulled on her “cock”.
“So what do you want me to do?” She asked me.
“Play with her pussy.” I replied.
Wendy slid her hands down the body of her new mistress until she got to the strap-on. Erin’s eyes closed and she licked her lips while her own hands wandered across to Wendy’s pussy. Their lips met and I watched their tongues dance and writhe while I opened my fly and stroked my cock.
“So you like to watch?” I heard a voice say. Erin was looking at me while Wendy sucked on her neck.
“Wendy likes to be watched. I do too, but this is something else altogether.” I grunted as I picked up the pace on my own rod. Erins eyes glanced down to what I was doing.
“Wow, Erin, you weren’t lying!” she exclaimed just before a gasp left her mouth and she sank slowly to the ground, pushing my wife onto the desk. I decided to take my pants completely off. It was geting hot in that office.
“Want to see me eat your wife’s cunt until she screams?” Erin hissed as her hands diddled Wendy’s snatch. Wendy let out a loud moan.
“Oooohh, God.” she groaned as her hand pulled Erin’s hair and head toward her burning cunt. Her head rolled back until her eyes locked with mine. The look of shear lust in her face was enough to make me almost blow my load right then.
“Wanna come over here and help her, honey?” she sighed. I hesitantly moved over beside Erin and watched closely as my wife’s mistress drove her tongue into Wendy. My hand traced its way down Erin’s muscular back and down to the thong that made up the harness for the huge black phallus sticking out from her crotch. I traced down further and noticed that her pussy was exposed and dripping wet.
As soon as my fingers parted the swollen lips of her sex, she froze, eyes closed, and her lips pursed. I pushed a finger up into her wetness and she started to shake. I pushed in even further and gave my finger a twist and her head snapped back and she screamed.
“Aaaahh, FUCK, SHIT, God DAMN!!!” she wailed. I had never heard such language from a lady.
Erin grabbed my cock and started to furiously jack me off as she came. My fingers still twisting inside her snatch, she started to shake again and soon the room was filled with even more sounds of her climaxing.
“Yeah, Greg, make her CUM!” my unfaithful wife cheered as Erin mashed her lips with mine. I started to feel my own climax approaching and I pulled back from the both of them.
“OK, who wants some of this.” I whispered, feeling my balls boiling over
Wendy and Erin Stuck out their tongues as I blew what seemed like the biggest wad of my life all over their lips and tits.
“Aaaaaoooooohh YEAH!” I groaned as the thick ropes of jizz shot across the faces of my wife and her boss.
I sat back down in the chair as I watched Wendy and Erin lick each other clean. I was still hard, and wasn’t sure I wanted this whole affair to end yet.
“I want to see you two fuck again.” I said as Erin and Wendy made out on the table. They turned to me and Erin grinned.
“You DO like to watch!” she quipped. She shifted her body until she was bent over again. Erin got behind her.
“Get over here and give me that cock!” Wendy commanded me. I was startled by her tone and stood up. My cock must’ve heard the command too because it was already full attention.
My wife sucked my cock up into her mouth as Erin placed the dildo at the entrance to my wife’s hungry cunt. With a single thrust , Erin buried her rubber cock in Wendy.
“Ooommph” was all that Wendy could manage while my cock slid down her throat. The look on Erin’s face was so erotic as she thrust with her powerful abs into my wife’s cunt. It wasn’t until that moment that I felt any jealousy at all. And it was a woman’s stomach of all things! I got an idea.
I withdrew from my wife’s mouth. She looked up to see what was the matter. I knelt down, kissed her passionately on the mouth, and walked around the table.
Before Erin knew what I was up to, I bent her over my wife’s bent over posture and shoved my cock into her slippery pussy.
“Oh!” Erin whimpered as I kissed her shoulder. Wendy interrupted.
“This I gotta see!’ she squealed as she turned over and pulled the dildo back into her pussy.
So there we were, my wife and I in some strange sort of missionary position except with a woman and a strap-on between us. Erin wasn’t complaining at all. In fact all she did was start to convulse and come again screaming.
I was now thrusting so hard into Erin that my movements were fucking Wendy as well. Wendy locked her eyes with mine and started to get vocal.
“Yeah, baby! Fuck that bitch. Make her fuck me with that huge cock! Oh God, oh baby I think I’m…gonna… OOOOOOOH!”
Wendy and Erin seemed to feed off each other’s horniness. I could sense it too, because before I could even attempt to hold off, I was exploding inside Erin’s cunt.
“YeeeAH!” I yelled as my cock shot hot come inside this strange woman.
We then decided it was time to get out of there. Erin slid the strap-on down and stepped out of it, placing it inside a bag and put it away in her desk drawer. Erin kissed my wife and I lingered at the sight of it. I was tempted to kiss her as well but I thought I’d wait. We got dressed and all left at the same time
“We must do this again some time.” Erin said as we entered the elevator.
“Yeah, we should.” my wife answered as the doors slid shut. I was already imagining what it would be like to DP my wife with another woman. That would be a story. Maybe you’ll hear about it sometime.