Kylie Platt was on her back, her legs spread as husband David fucked her. It had been the now usual pre-amble to sex between the two.
David had slipped his hand down her pyjama bottoms found her moist and said "Do you want to fool around a little?" What the fuck did that mean? He either wanted to fuck or he didn't, he didn't have to use Americanisms to get his conjugal rights.
She had said "Yes David" when she really meant "No I don't want to fool around, I want you to fuck my brains out, please."
Sex had become routine, when the first met they could not keep their hands of each other. Having sex as often as possible in some really out of the way places, where they could have been caught at any time, but now it was always the same.
David slipped off his shorts while Kylie removed her p.j's. She would lay back they would kiss and then without any foreplay, David would slide into her.
Kylie lay there, counting...124, 125, and 126. The sex had become so predictable she could guess to within a few, how many strokes David would take to come. Sure enough at 158, he made that little guttural sound and she felt a hot splash deep inside her.
He kissed her, told her he loved her and rolled over. Within seconds he was snoring gently.
"Thanks for waiting," she murmured as her fingers slid down her belly into her sticky pussy. She began to masturbate, the only way she had orgasmed in months.
As she worked her clitoris her mind went back to her time in Ibiza where she had the most exciting sex of her life with Luis, the doorman at the club she danced in. He had fucked her on the first night and every night after that. He was an incredible lover. She joked with the other girls that he could make her come, just by looking at her.
The affair came to an abrupt end when Luis's wife has walked into the bedroom while Kylie had about six inches of his cock nudging the back of her throat and he had three fingers in her pussy.
The following day, David Platt came on holiday to Ibiza and the rest is history.
Luis could still work his magic as Kylie had a quite nice little orgasm and drifted off to sleep.
Next day as she did the nails of some bimbo in the salon she glanced out of the window and saw Doctor Matt Carter passing by. He was the resident G.P. at the Rosamund Street medical centre.
Kylie watched as he walked down the street and said quietly to herself "I wonder if I am what the doctor ordered?" She glanced over at David who was working on a ladies hair, remembered the un-exciting sex and said again to herself "You bet I am, watch out doctor I'm going to get you."
During the next few days, Kylie schemed in her mind on how to get Dr. Carter alone and then into her pants. It became a bit of an obsession, until the obvious solution occurred to her, make an appointment at the centre and go to him.
"Could I make an appointment to see Dr. Carter?" Kylie asked the rather stern looking receptionist at the medical centre.
Without looking up the receptionist asked "What's the problem?"
"Its personal and I don't want to share it with you and the rest of these people," she said looking round at the crowded surgery.
She wondered what reaction she would have got if she had told old frosty knickers that she wanted the doctor to fuck her after she had sucked his cock.
"This is highly irregular you know, but I have 6.30 on Thursday evening if that is alright."
Kylie smiled and said, "Thank you, that will be fine," and exited the centre.
Her mind was in turmoil, three days; could she go through with it? "Of course you can" she told herself.
As she formulated her plan, Matt Carter was browsing through his appointments on his surgery system.
"Hmm" he said to himself, "Kylie Platt, personal, what could that be?"
He sat back to enjoy a cup of coffee and he thought about Kylie. She is a right little spitfire, not pretty, but attractive, then in his mind he added, with perky little breast's. The next thought that entered his head was," I wonder how good she is in the sack? "
It had been a while since Matt had been in a relationship and months since he had physical contact with a woman, outside of his job that was.
His mind drifted back to Kylie, she was wasted on that wimp of a husband, and she could do with a real man, someone like me.
Thursday came and Kylie showered and put on the new underwear she had bought especially. She donned the mini skirt that showed plenty of her shapely legs and a top that was just too short and displayed a nice strip of her belly.
"Kylie Platt for Dr. Carter," she announced as she entered the medical centre.
"Take a seat and wait to be called," the receptionist advised her.
The clock swept past 6.30 and Kylie was getting anxious. At 6.45 she was beginning to panic and change her mind. She stood up to leave just as the sign illuminated and said. "Mrs K Platt to Dr. Carter, room 2 "
"Hello Mrs Platt, what seems to be the problem?"