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"Miss Lauren, I've been looking at the chart and, for the life of me, it boggles my mind. Normally, when someone says they're experiencing pain, we, of course, have exploratory surgery when all other measures don't work," Don said, while flipping through the pages of Vivian's tests. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're the healthiest thirty-two-year-old I've ever seen," Don added.

Vivian smiled and blushed. "Why, yes, I am aware of Dr Bakeman. Do you mind telling me your first name? I feel our several conversations at least allow for that. You have seen just about every part of my body, not that I mind," Vivian said teasingly. She knew full well how much the reason for Don seeing most of her body was centered around her insistence to be examined while nude.

"It's Donavan, and most people shorten it to Don. However, let's not get distracted. I feel you've made efforts to get me, and only me, to give you a physical exam, even when not necessary. In any case, I am here to explain what exploratory surgery entails. We usually save this for a last resort, but are you sure your pain is not something drugs cannot allow you to endure?" Don said with suspicion.

"Well, Don, I am not big on taking substances daily, unless that substance is something tall, lean, with a strong jaw, much like yourself," she teased.

"Miss Lauren, I hope you understand that, while I am flattered by your strong innuendo, I have come to my own conclusion. I have spoken to Dr Peters about your symptoms and complaints," Donavan said with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, and what exactly did you figure out?" Vivian said with a wry smile. "I hope it gets us closer to easing my unexplained pain," she added.

"That's my point, there is no pain. Is there Miss Lauren?" Don accused.

Vivian gasped, then covered her mouth. She'd been found, and she knew it. She'd managed to use her basic acting skills to manipulate people, getting the staff to fall for her story about unexplainable pain.

"You see, well, there is. There was, and it dissipated as I received treatment," Vivian lied.

Don wasn't buying it. "You see, what I have noticed is that, while you have definitely played the role of patient, it seems to subside when I enter the room. Almost as if flirting with me takes priority. Did you do all this to get closer to me, Vivian?"

Vivian didn't answer, she instead stood up quietly in her rather lewd patient outfit. She closed the door and locked it before shutting the blinds. Then she went to Don, who was expecting her to beg him not to tell anyone. He wasn't going to listen as he only just wanted to confirm his theory before telling the authorities. He found women like Vivian deplorable for the fact they were dragging attention away from real patients.

To that end, Don was such a workaholic that the subtlety of females often went over his head. It was a shock to him that he even caught on to Lauren. Yet he didn't have much experience with women, and consequently, didn't experience much intimacy. A few unmemorable one-nighters here and there, but mostly nothing to talk about.

Vivian didn't know that. All she knew was that Don was hunky, rich, and a superstar. His surgeries, even as a new member, had already made waves. She'd hunted him down to get his attention. To make sure he understood exactly what she wanted, and that was him -- everything that came with marrying a successful surgeon.

She had one thing going for her, other than her job as a hotel manager. She did also have her gorgeous slender body which had a lovely femininity. She was extremely accentuated in tight fitting clothing. Although her body had a deep intense beauty, Vivian was shallow. She wanted to be beautiful at all times. Even when she was sick, she managed to sneak her makeup kit into the hospital. Not that she needed it for her almost flawless skin -- in reality, it just gave her the last remnants of confidence she needed.

It's that alongside her sexy wavy red hair, her hazel eyes and stunning beauty that Vivian got on her knees. She pulled out his semi erect cock then stuffed it into her mouth. Don was stunned. It's only when she reached for his pants that something felt off. When she went on her knees, he expected pleas of mercy. Yet she was sucking him off, and well too.

"Ohh fuck," Don groaned, full immersed into the pleasure Vivian gave her. Don wasn't used to this. Women often expected him to chase them. They often flirted but never made the first move. He wasn't the type, to work focused and oblivious to notice these things.

It was strange to him that most of them were seemingly interested up until the first date ended. Only to never call or text him back. One by one, they destroyed his self confidence. Not in his wildest dreams did he think a girl would be so forward.

So intent, and no foreplay. Just her sucking his hardening dick. Within seconds it was at full mast and dripping cum. Don didn't know it, but this would be the beginning of his end. One where he would become compliant to all of Vivian's wishes. Starting with him discharging her without having reported her to the authorities.

5 years later

"Another strong surgery, Doctor Bakeman," Marsha said with a naughty smile and sultry look. She was a sexy surgical assistant, who also worked part-time as a nurse at the hospital. Don could tell that underneath her bright, warm smile, and inside the head covered by her straight blonde hair, she had aspirations of stealing him away. She was attractive, with a firm yet pristine figure that caught his eye every time she passed him.

"Thank you, Marsha, I wish I could stay and chat, but I must go see my wife," Don excused himself, rubbing his dark hair in a blatant lie. Unfortunately for her, he was loyal to his wife.

Vivian had done something similar to what Marsha was doing. In the sense Marsha often pretended to be struggling to get Don's attention. She often pretended to be enamored by the man, although sometimes she actually was. Vivian also pretended to have an unexplained pain that may have required surgical investigation. Vivian had found out about the "superhero surgeon" through local gossip when Don made the news for a life-saving operation on the Mayor.

She had known much about doctors through her own father, primarily that they earned a lot. She wanted the lifestyle she grew up with under her father's roof -- the one that came without her needing to work. She wanted the wealth that came with marrying a doctor, just like her mother had. She met Don and could tell he was a man dedicated to his work. She took advantage of this by reporting herself ill.

After he spent months trying to get his head around the strange test results, only to discover she'd been faking to get close to him. When he confronted her, she simply got down on her knees and put his cock in her wet mouth. She demonstrated that he was all she wanted to begin with, a lovesickness for the surgeon's hard dick. That sloppy yet satisfying blow job would be the start of their relationship and lead to their eventual marriage.

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Don had thought, prior to doing his years of medical training, that he'd naturally become a womaniser. Surgeons are notoriously desirable, and he'd be a man whom every lady wanted to be with -- that's partially why he decided he wanted to become a doctor, a surgeon to be specific. He had it in his mind to make his dreams of being an affluent ladies' man come true.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a clue about what ladies want. An intellectual like himself didn't recognise what the mixed messages meant. Another key factor was that he kept running into roadblock after roadblock in his career.

Though Don tested incredibly well and had no complaints from any of his previous professors or internships, he found it hard to get any work. He only got the surgeon job because the hospital couldn't offer the appropriate pay for a surgeon and so he took the job with the less than ideal compensation.

Don noted how many women in the field seemed to just be given handouts, including his assistant Marsha. The blonde couldn't tell a scalpel from a knife, yet suddenly she was assisting him, a ten-year veteran. Yet she still willingly provoked him sexually.

He lied that night and left, particularly because he didn't respect her and therefore didn't see a need to waste his time. She'd got a job he'd applied for several times with the appropriate pay he was supposed to receive. This evidenced by the rumours that she was earning more than he was.

To forget this frustrating thought, he hurried to Vivian so that they could celebrate their anniversary and misled her into thinking he'd be coming late. He instead scheduled the surgery a little earlier, since he needed to rush to buy chocolate and flowers.

Don, even after so many years of marriage, was still incredibly enamoured with Vivian. She was the classy type of woman that a boring guy like him liked.

He didn't enjoy parties or crazy extravagance and simplicity was key for him. Vivian was a stunner. She was a few years older than him, yet she looked younger. She had gorgeous red hair, a lean, feminine body, and a set of small, perky breasts. She also had a nice, pert bottom, which he loved to touch and feel when Vivian was in the mood.

That used to happen often during their days of dating, and even more so when she was his fiancΓ©e. Yet, the moment they got married, her attraction to him seemed to be dying out. Whenever he brought up the lack of sex they were having, Vivian always had an excuse to throw at him. The lack of vacation, or that her work was keeping her tired, were just a few examples. She also cited other personal problems, all of which had nothing to do with Don. He let it go, hoping this rut would pass. Instead, he focused on the positives and tried to be the best husband possible.

He went into the store and quickly bought the goods, finding a white plush bear to add to it. Vivian wasn't big on sentiment, but the diamond necklace he saved for and purchased was the real centerpiece. He'd already collected early in the day and spent most of the day examining it. Making sure it was realt. He knew that the necklace was what she would appreciate the most.

It took a while to save for it due to Don's financial circumstances. Vivian was furious by this shocking discovery after their marriage. It's not that he wasn't a hardworking surgeon -- he'd dedicated his life to saving people, always being on call for life-serving surgeries. Not just a brain surgeon, but also skilled in many other operations. Don had mastered his craft, and people should have regarded him as a hero, but he refused to let it go to his head.

Most of the time, he found himself dealing with an ever-changing culture. Women were often getting promoted ahead of him, or being offered big-time jobs elsewhere, even though his surgery survival rate was far better. He'd made miracles happen, yet he found himself stuck because of the movement to push women in male-dominated fields.

Don didn't have much of a political opinion and he considered himself a centrist. However, that didn't necessarily matter, because he was a man.

Despite that, Vivian had renewed his will to be a better man and keep trying. Even though she had a tendency to be shallow, she was still his world. Although she had made it clear to Don that kids were off the table, much to his great disappointment -- he loved kids and wanted to have a family. However, he loved Vivian just that little bit more.

It showed as he drove fast, thinking and hoping they were going to have crazy sex. He was an excellent lover, even by Vivian's admission. He knew how to touch a woman, caress her, and if the situation called for it, be more passionate. He didn't find himself being too comfortable dominating his wife. He just wasn't used to it. He thought he was hurting Vivian, much to her frustration.

Vivian Lauren (she'd kept her maiden name) had only wanted to marry Don for the prestige that came with being with a surgeon. It allowed her to meet people she could never get access to as a lowly receptionist at a hotel. She'd also thought there was money to be made, only to learn after their wedding that Don wasn't making all that much. All the fancy stuff he had was given to him by people thankful for his miraculous work.

Vivian was resentful but appreciated the reputation that came with being Don's wife. Even though they couldn't afford lavish trips, she enjoyed the role. However, it didn't last forever. It soon became frustrating to her that she couldn't get any further in life since he couldn't afford a fancy Beverly Hills mansion or vacations to Milan or Paris.

In her mind, it was his fault he couldn't give her a Porsche like the heiresses who often came to sleep at the hotel she worked. Using plenty of their wealthy husbands' money, she wanted their lives, and soon the jealousy got the better of her. It had motivated her descent into hedonism.

Don unlocked the door, hoping to find his wife in her usual wine and smut novel mood. Instead, he got the former and noted the two glasses of wine on the kitchen counter, a blazer that wasn't his, and the clear sounds of movement in his bedroom. Don quickly put the items down and tip-toed upstairs, dreading what he expected to see, yet knowing for sure what was happening. He was often right, and in this case he was.

He peered through the slightly opened door and noticed that Vivian was spread wide facing him as a man beneath her pumped his cock inside her wet pussy. She groaned, moaned, sobbed and screamed...

"Oh yeah, fuck my nasty married pussy George. You like my dirty pussy, treat me like a fuck slut. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, ohh fuck me!" She mewled. Cupping each of her breasts as the arms underneath her held her thighs open.

That wasn't a covered nor covert scene. The lights were bright and on, Don could see the shape and size of the cock inserting itself into his wife. It was much similar in size and girth to his very own. Not that it was about size, perhaps it was about the thrill of fucking a stranger on her anniversary. The fact that she had been making love with someone else while her husband was making money to make happy.

Vivian had enjoyed the idea of making a man like Don feel pathetic. She wished nothing more than to openly tell him about her exploits. However, she knew better and drank in the adrenaline of being a cheating whore wife.

Don was enraged, he clenched his fist and was prepared to interrupt when he remembered he'd heard of George. The name sounded familiar and he bit his lips when he realised it was her boss. The guy was the manager of the Tipton hotel where she worked. He'd met the guy a handful of times at the dinner parties she forced him to attend. She had often said she needed to discuss business with him, and they would often disappear from public view. They must have been going to find a cozy little corner to fuck each other.

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"Ahh I'm going to cum!" George yelled. As he hammered into her sloppy pussy. Still dripping remnants of her own multiple orgasm during the pounding.

Don wondered why she always wanted it rough, perhaps he wasn't violent enough in bed. How could he, it wasn't in his nature yet the man below her held her so tight that she was bruising.

"Ahh fuck! Cum on my face George, cum on face boss daddy!" she said, while moving off him. His thick cock sliding out of her sloppy cunt. She got on her knees on the bed and stuck her tongue out like a dog. George stood up and stroked his cock until he shot several shots of his white cum on her face.

Don watched in horror, realising he was a cuck. He then considered how he would deal with this, he kept thinking that he should jump in and stop their lewd acts. He thought against it, realising it would only cause commotion. Don was a smart guy, he knew that Vivian was good at spinning things and making it seem like it was his fault.

Three years with Vivian had taught him to hold himself before he spoke. So he pulled out his phone and took several pictures before running out. He made sure to pick up everything and get back in his car as quietly as he entered.

He quickly got on the road, and pulled out his phone. He was dialing one man's number, someone who owed him a favour.

The Bar, 30 minutes later

"Wow, I'm really sorry, Don... I would never have guessed. I mean, she was always a little bit overbearing, but I thought you liked that sort of attitude. Especially if she was adventurous in the bedroom, you know?"

"I can't believe she'd do this to me," Don said, sipping another swig of his beer.

He had met with Jeff Wesley, a good friend of his. Don had operated on Jeff's arm after he got shot on duty as a detective. He had helped rehabilitate him and had done the therapy for free. He had a deep respect for the police and a passion for law enforcement. He might have even become a cop if not for his aptitude for medicine.

Jeff was a good friend, but in this case, he was called for an off-duty assignment. "There, there, buddy, you'll find another one -- a younger, hotter one," Jeff said to the bartender, ordering two more beers. Don remained distraught.

"I want to ruin her, Jeff. I want her to sink into the quicksand. I think there are others, so I need you to follow her. Take pictures, so that the divorce doesn't have her taking a single fragment of my property."

"I think maybe you need to calm down," Jeff said.

"No, I need to get my justice, and you're going to help me," Don snapped.

"Okay, okay, I know better than to argue. Do you have any people you suspect she may be cheating with?"

Don thought hard, remembering the last three years. It all felt like lies at this point, but now with what he knew. He had three people in mind.

"The trainer -- she keeps seeing him, even though she's still fit as a model. She also has a gym partner, whom she talks about a lot after her workout. Normally in order to encourage me to work out with her. Also, there's this guy who is some big-time record dealer who checked into the Tipton hotel -- I noticed he keeps texting her phone," he listed

"Okay, I'll get on that. You just hang tight. Pretend to not know, and try to stay away from her, because she'll sense your animosity. Say you need to work late, and I imagine you'll probably be quite vulnerable. Keep it in your pants, just in case she uses your infidelity against you, sound good?"

"Okay... okay..." Don said.

"Let's take you home -- no drunk driving tonight. I'll have the boys bring your car tomorrow morning."

Six weeks later

It was not easy for Don to ignore and pretend that things were good between him and Vivian. She was oblivious, still making it clear that she was having her personal trainer come over daily. Or that her gym visits were going well, or how intriguing one of the guests at her work are. It's almost like she was boasting about it at times. Don even cut himself in frustration as he made dinner, much to Vivian's indifference.

Interestingly enough, Vivian had grown more attracted to Don since in this state he was fucking her like a whore. He seemed to have no real care for her wellbeing during sex, she'd often scream for him to stop but he didn't care and he'd just keep going. Spanking her, smacking her, man handling her then finally pounding her with absolute authority. Vivian was getting the best sex of her life from multiple sources.

She didn't know what had possessed him but she loved it. What she didn't know was that Don knew about the four other assailants. Vivian was almost always in some frenzy, being that she was still seeing her boss George during the day. At night she'd sneak off to MC Young, where she'd suck his thick black cock before coming home to her husband.

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