"But babe, it would be so helpful for us to see this amazing doctor that I have found!" She paused. "Why? Well, he might be able to help us with our ... sexual problems." She turned to him and continued.
"Remember last night? You got me all worked up and then you could not deliver. You came so quickly and then could not get it up again. How is that supposed to make me feel? I have needs, too. I want to be fucked ... hard! And I think this doctor can help us."
"Yes, I understand. But seeing a doctor about it? Do we have to?"
"Well, I think so. But I will give you one last chance. Fuck me now and make me come. If you can do that, we will cancel the appointment."
She took off her clothes, lay down on the bed and positioned herself with her legs spread wide. He dropped his bathrobe and crawled towards her, turned on by her gorgeous body but apprehensive about his ability to perform.
She was watching him with a skeptical expression and a bit of a smirk on her face.
He licked her pussy for a couple of minutes to get her wet enough to enter her. She looked at him, bored and waiting. He tucked on his flagging cock to get himself fully erect. Then he started fucking her, first slowly then with an increasingly rapid rhythm.
"That's pretty good babe. Don't cum. You have to make it last."
He started working harder on top of her, trying to penetrate her as deeply as he could. But he needed to slow down just a little to pace himself.
"Is that all you have? Come on! Don't disappoint me."
He felt his shoulders tense and tried to relax.
"Your cock is such a disappointment. Maybe this time you can do it. Faster...", she ordered.
His entire body now tensed up and his cock swelled.
"Yes, baby, that's better ... but don't you dare come!"
His rhythm became sporadic. He could feel his orgasm approaching and without any fanfare he shot his load. He just could not help it.
"See, honey. I knew it. You just can't do it."
She slipped out from under him and reached for the vibrator in the drawer. She needed it desperately...
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She was excited. Her campaign to make an appointment together with her husband, as the doctor had requested, had been successful after all. She could not wait to get back to the medical practice. Maybe it would make their sex life better but definitely it would allow her some more time with the physician who had taken care of her needs exceptionally well the first time.
The next available appointment was on Friday of that week. When talking to the receptionist, they had been told to plan for spending several hours in the office as this appointment would require more detailed tests and medical exams. Hoping for a repeat of the first visit, she had eagerly managed their schedules so that they arrived at the practice with plenty of time on their hands and no other appointments or meetings scheduled for that afternoon.
The medical assistant that checked them in was the same person that she had noticed during her first visit. Tall, athletic, tan and wearing a white uniform that did not leave much to the imagination. The young woman had them fill out a few more forms covering their agreement to further tests and treatments and then instructed them to follow her.
Pointing him towards the first exam room on the left, the assistant explained: "We will need to split you up now. If you could please follow me into this room, I would appreciate it. Your wife will remain in the waiting room until the doctor is able to see her."
He followed the medical assistant into the room, and she closed the door. He took a good luck at her himself and thought that she was indeed stunning. She looked at him, smiled, clearly noticing that he was checking her out, and then explained:
