I found myself in a strange city 2000 miles away from home. I am a travel nurse, doing my part to offset the nursing shortage in California. The job pays very well and living in a city like San Francisco only blocks from Fisherman’s Wharf makes every day off a vacation. There is a downside to this lifestyle. Coming into the 5th week of a “4 week” contract, working 12 hour shifts 5 days a week, was taking its toll on me. Moreover, I missed my husband.
Sure cell phones with “free long distance” and the internet and web cams helped us keep in touch. But in some ways it made things worse. The three hour time difference between the west coast and Columbia, SC, greatly decreased the amount of time we could talk. We had tried “phone sex” and “cyber sex.” But I missed our bi-weekly hour long love making sessions we had had for the past 7 years.
I like sex, but I only “need it” a couple times a week. My husband would like it every day, but contrary to popular belief, not all nurses are super-sexed nymphomaniacs. But when I say I “need sex” I really “need sex.” I was a bit overdue and the phone sex and cyber sex were only making things worse.
When I had left for San Francisco, I promised my husband that he had nothing to worry about. I meant it. I am old fashioned and I fully intended to keep my marriage vows. My husband was not helping things. He had told me before I left that he understood that women have needs too and that if I saw somebody that turned me on, I could “go for it.” As long as I told him about it when I got home.
In fact, part of me believed that this whole “hey honey look at this great money making opportunity” was a scam to open the door to the “swinging” lifestyle that his “seven year itch” was pulling him towards, a lifestyle that I did not understand and frankly was not attractive to me. This time, when the phone rang and my husband started in with the whole “your in the most exciting city in America, go out and have some fun” response to my complaints. I said “fine, I’ll go out, but don’t complain when you get what you are asking for.” With that I turned on the web cam so he would see me start getting ready. I put on my make-up, primped up my hair, and put on my clothes, minus my panties.
I did all this, not because I wanted to fuck anybody, but to hopefully give my hubbie a dose of fear, to shock him into realizing that he was playing with fire. Sure he talked a big game, but I knew that the old green jealousy monster would be setting on his shoulder, gnawing at his ego, driving him nuts with anticipation that maybe his “good girl, had in fact gone bad.” Maybe I would still be as horney in the morning, but maybe he would cut back on the pressure that was making being apart even harder on me.
It was now 10:30 PM, which meant that I had about 90 minutes until my roommate returned to the room. She worked days and I worked nights, so I really did not mind having to share a room. The few times that our paths had crossed on her days off while I was sleeping, she had made it a point to be out of the room so I could sleep. I figured that I could go down to the lounge and have a couple drinks before she got back.
I terminated the video session and once again called my husband. It was 1:30 AM eastern time. So even with only being out for a short while, hubbie would not be getting to sleep until 3:30 or 4:00 wondering, if not fanaticizing about what I was doing! I told him not to worry, hung up and headed out the door and down the elevator to the lounge.
As I entered the lounge, I was surprised at the number of people at the booths and the bar. Scanning the room, I quickly recognized a couple of travel nurses sitting on bar stools. I was relieved as I walked over to them. We chatted for a while, one drink turned into two. I was starting to feel the buzz as two men at a booth started to flirt “long distance” with me and the other 3 nurses at the bar. Soon half of the quartet excused themselves and not wanting to abandon the remaining gal at the bar, I stayed.
Before long, we found ourselves with one man on either side offering to buy us a drink. We chatted as the time slipped away. It turned out that both men were married and in town for some kind of sales convention. The man sitting next to my new friend had an early flight out the next morning and a guilty conscious, so before long he excused himself. Now it was the three of us, and before long, the other nurse mouthed the words that I honestly had not wanted to hear “I’ve got to work in the morning” she said as she stood and excused herself.
I could not believe my eyes and ears! I had stayed, so she would not be thrown to the proverbial “wolves.” Now, she was cutting out on me! My heart raced as I looked at my watch and noticed the time. It was nearly 1 AM. Unlike Cinderella at the ball, I had missed the midnight coach. I was at the mercy of a “prince” who was more like a horny toad. While the younger man had had a conscious, this man was of the other ilk, he was as eager to get laid as I was to remain true to my husband.
Just as all hope for maintaining my fidelity was fading, and the very real possibility of being another “date rape” statistic was looming on the horizon, I heard a somewhat familiar voice. “Hey roomie!” It was Nancy, the other travel nurse “I wondered if you might be down here.” She smiled sweetly.
I introduced her to Tom, and we soon escaped to the bathroom where I thanked her, she informed me that my husband had called, and I gave a “report” on the situation, all in a matter of three minutes. Nancy was single, had no time for married men who would cheat on their wife and lots of experience in the dating scene. “Follow my lead” she said as she winked and turned. I trailed behind her like a lost dog.
She soon manipulated him into inviting us to his room. I’m sure that visions of having sex with two women at once were dancing in his head. Nancy was a master at the art of flirting, of saying things that could mean whatever the other person wanted to hear. He closed the door to his room. Nancy unbuttoned a couple of her shirt buttons. A few winks and nods had him shirtless and an invitation to take a shower had him naked.
Being an ICU nurse, I had seen more than my share of naked men. But my husband had been the only man I had fucked and one of the few I had seen naked in a sexual way. My husband is an “average” guy and that extends to nearly every aspect of his being, including his 6” penis. I’m sure I must have let out an audible gasp as I caught a glimpse of what must have been, while semi erect a 10” piece of man meat. I was not sure if it was the booze or the pressure of my husband, but for what seemed like an hour, but must have been only a matter of seconds, I had serious thoughts of an evening of wild abandon. A fire flashed from my brain to my pussy.
John headed for the shower and when Nancy heard him say “you all can come in the water is great.” She stood up, pulled me buy the hand and rushed me out the door, into the hallway and we ran like school-girls, giggling, to the elevators.
Once inside the elevator, as the door slid closed, I blurted out “did you see the size of that thing?”
“What thing?” Nancy said with a wry smile.
“What thing? What thing? Oh my god, in 8 years of nursing I have never seen one that big!” I said refusing to utter the word, “cock, dick or even penis” lest invoking the words would transport me back to the room and into the arms of another man.
“Aw, that was nothing” Nancy said “You should see my boyfriend!” She continued “Doesn’t your husband have a big cock?”
“Big enough, but nothing like that monster.” I said, sort of honestly. With that the bell rang and the door slid open. Our room was on the 3rd floor, we had gone from the man’s room on the second, to the 4th, just to make sure that he had not followed us to the elevator and watched the lights to reveal our floor. We switched elevators and returned to the third, by the time we had reached our room, my pulse was racing, my heart was pounding, and I was on edge.
“Thanks for coming to my rescue” then after a short pause I continued “I think!”
“Must be hard to be married” Nancy mused.
“Up until tonight, it’s not been” I laughed, half kidding, half wishing that somehow I had taken advantage of the “Free pass” my husband had given me.
“Let’s get ready for bed.” Nancy suggested.
“Oh, I’m sorry, you must be beat” I replied.
As I said before, up until tonight, our paths had crossed only a few times. But neither of us had to work the next day. I walked into the bathroom, turned on the water and got undressed. I had just stepped into the shower, when once again, I heard Nancy’s voice. “I have to pee.” She said.
I had peed less than 30 minutes before when we were exchanging notes in the lounge’s lady’s room. “Come in” I yelled over the water. The water cascaded down my back and I was lost in a world of wonderment only to be brought back to reality once again by Nancy’s voice.
“Need somebody to wash your hair?” I looked through the glass door too see the blurry naked body of my newest “best friend.” She is somewhat taller than I am, standing a slender 5”8” to my 5”6.” My breasts are a modest “B” cup, and my hair is brown.
“That would be nice” I confessed. The door slid open revealing that her breasts were as large as they looked through her sweater and they were real. She was a large “C” cup. Her body was toned and tan. Her nipples were large and long, thicker than a pencil. Her areolas were still pink. And what I had heard my husband call “puffies.” Her pussy was neatly trimmed into a thin wisp of hair running from her panty line to the top of her slit.
I turned to face the water. It was pouring onto my breasts, as I felt her hands massage the shampoo into my hair. She took her time and once again, my mind raced back to the glimpse of the massive cock I had seen only moments ago. I felt an urge to jump out of the shower, grab my robe and race back to his room and beg him to fuck me. My eyes tightly closed so as to prevent the shampoo from running into my eyes.
“Rinse” Nancy commanded and once again I was shocked back into reality. I turned, now facing Nancy, backed up, tilted my head and allowed the shower to flush the suds from my flowing locks. “Now the conditioner,” Again I responded by turning my back to her and moving back a step. She applied the conditioner to my hair. “Let me wash your back.” I nodded and a moment latter, her lathered hands were massaging my back, my shoulders, and my sides. Her fingers would move close to breast tissue on the side, and always stop short.
The liquor, the naked man, the sex talk from my husband with only my fingers to satisfy my carnal urges, had brought me to the point that I could no longer contain my lusts. I felt like crying. I felt like turning around and forcing her hands to my crotch. But I stood there and moaned.
