After working in the yard on a cool spring day, I took a shower, shaved my face and cleaned up the stubble on my shaft and balls before hitting the Jacuzzi. While lounging in the Jacuzzi, I was daydreaming about my wife rubbing lotion on my body after a hot Jacuzzi. My erection was rising as I thought of the scene in my mind. Leaving the Jacuzzi, I threw on an old pair of sleeping pants. They were modified to allow my wife more access to my equipment. The pockets were cut so her hands had easy access to my cock and balls, the button to the fly was gone and finally, the seat had an opening to allow her to massage my prostrate. Not that she did this all the time, but it was there just in case.
I did not put on a shirt, and went to the bed to read and relax. I was reading an erotic story involving a young blonde wife and a black Adonis. I awoke to fingers running over my chest and stomach, as my wife whispered into my ear, relax. Coming to my senses I realized my hands were tied to the headboard. My wife, Jan, had arrived home early from her shift at the hospital. She kissed my lips while rubbing her hand down the front of my hair-covered chest. She asked what I liked about blonde women and black men. I said I did not know, and she said really, then why is your cock rising in your pants?
Moving off the bed, she said she needed to shower to get the grim and germs off. While talking with me she proceeded to strip in front of me. She stripped down to her lace bra and panties, and asked if I was ready for a story about a patient from her past, before we were married. I told her I would rather continue with what she had planned, she replied the story was part of the plan and the foreplay. She moved away from the bed and stripped off her bra and panties to reveal her 35-inch breasts and her perfectly manicured cunt with her flower staring to bloom to show her petals, telling me she would be back in a few minutes. She took her 5'3" hard body with shoulder length blonde hair and padded away from view, while my cock was already aching for relief.
I heard the shower door open and a few minutes later my wife appeared in a lab coat and nothing else. Her manicured white tipped nails, pedicured red toe nails, gloss covered lips, the hint of her breasts showing, as well as her navel and manicured blonde pubic hair were all in my view. She sat on the bed as she ran her hands up my legs, and asked if I was ready for story time? Before I could talk she noticed a small expanding stain on my sleeping pants from my leaking precum. She smiled, laughed and commented you are ready.
Jan said well dear, before I met you, I had the opportunity to see a number of men in compromising positions and states of undress. As a matter of fact, I still have the opportunity. These days I have an allegiance to one man, back then being young and willing to explore I sometimes took advantage of the situation.
As Jan started to tell the story, she went to the bathroom and came back with the lotion we use for our massages. She squirted some into her hands and started with her story. So, Matt, the summer before we met I was working on an orthopedic surgical unit. Many of our patients were athletes and of course being young and unattached, I was always on the look out for a good catch. As my wife was talking, she started to rub the lotion down each arm, and towards my chest area.
One of my patients was a young college basketball player, he was about 6'4", 210 pounds and a very handsome black man. He was lighter in color, and was studying to be a lawyer. I had always heard the stories about black man being well endowed and also about men with large hands having large cocks. He was black and his hands were larger than most men I had met before. He had surgery the day before, and when I came on shift I was told I needed to remove his catheter. Of course this would require me to view his equipment. I decided to have some fun with the situation. So, I went to my locker and took off my bra, my panties and stockings. In those days, hospitals had the traditional nurse uniforms, and in some cases they were a little too short. I had an extra uniform in my locker, and was told to not to wear, as it was shorter than the regulation length.
It was the third shift, so there was not much traffic on the floor this particular Saturday night at 11PM. Putting a bottle of lotion into the pocket of my uniform, I headed for his room.
