She dropped off her letter at the post office. The week dragged. Without the sex, the rectory resembled a job. The priests were grumpy and she noticed she was too. She thought if Gil turned out to be a dud she would call Roger. She also thought she might call him anyway.
She looked forward to Miguel's letter and he didn't disappoint her because each day she arrived at her apartment, peeked into the mailbox to find one. He wrote the best letters she thought mixing equal amounts of love and their shared kinks.
She also scheduled an appointment to see Dr. Barrera on Monday exactly two weeks from the start of her period. The receptionist asked if she wanted to be seen early or late. Jean told her late. The receptionist commented Jean would be his last patient for the day. Jean told her that was good because she thought he might need lots of time with her.
She had a good idea how her Monday visit was going to go. She wondered if she could convince Miguel to miss his Monday classes or better yet to have her mom accompany them. While Dr. Barrera had her flat on her back with her feet in the stirrups fucking her fertile womb she thought it would be even hotter knowing that her mom was holding Miguel's hand in the waiting area while she and and Dr. B made a baby. Even if Miguel couldn't be there she thought about asking her mom to accompany her. She had commented more than once about how easy on the eyes her gynecologist was.
Jean imagined them going to dinner afterwards and she looking her mom in the eye and saying, "Remember you said I needed my apartment so I could get my itch scratched? Well, Dr. B just scratched it really well."
Jean spent the afternoon getting ready for Dr. Barrera's visit. She wondered if she should be bold and show up at the door wearing nothing but a smile or to play it safe and wear a dress. She decided on a dress. Underneath it she had on some wedding gifts from her cousins, a dark blue half bra that didn't even cover her nipples with matching bikini panties and garter belt which she attached her stockings to. She decided to wear heels because it made her taller and because she felt sexier in them. As she readied herself she wished Miguel was there. He would have been a huge help she thought especially in the kitchen. She imagined after him getting her ready and making dinner telling him to leave.
"Visit your mom and dad. Better yet, you might just want to stay the night."
She lit a candle and placed it on the dining room table she had set. The doctor was punctual which she liked in a man. Her heart beating fast she opened the door. He had a bottle of wine in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other, She took them from him, found a vase for the flowers which she put on the table.
"They're quite lovely. The wine glasses are in the cupboard to the left of the sink. The corkscrew is in the drawer to the right of the sink. How was your day?"
"Great. And yours?"
"Mine was very good too. I got paid and I received a letter from my husband. And now I'm going to enjoy my evening with you."
He handed her a glass and made a toast, "To the beginning of a special doctor patient relationship."
They smiled at each other. She took a sip and commented on how good it tasted. She thought he looked very handsome in his slacks and dress shirt, his shoes shined, and blue blazer. She sensed there was chemistry. Her panties felt damp and her nipples she knew were poking against her dress. She was closer to him in height with the heels, but still several inches shorter. He looked like he might have played basketball in school.
She told him what she had made for dinner. He said it smelled wonderful. They chatted. He offered to help her serve their plates, but she insisted on doing it. She thought it funny how she behaved with certain men and how it was so opposite of how she behaved with Miguel. With Miguel he would have done the cooking and the serving and the cleanup.
Dinner was pleasant. She wanted them to leave the table content, but not too full for what she hoped would come later. He told her about himself. Divorced, kids grown, did some dating, where he went to medical school, how long he had been in practice. She asked why gynecology.
He joked, "It's a good way to meet women and I've always been intrigued by women's genitals. Seriously, I thought I could make a difference in women's lives. I split my time between the office you visited and my other in a clinic for women who have no money."
"That's very admirable. And have you made a difference in those lives?"
He smiled back at her, "Absolutely."
He asked about her. She talked about her upbringing, the sports she played, her studies, and her marriage."
He said, "I knew you were athletic. I noticed the scar on your knee. By the way, you have amazing legs."
She blushed and thanked him.
He asked about Miguel. She told him how they met, where he was attending school, and what he was studying."
She then added, "There's a picture of him in the bedroom."
He asked about their marriage,
"Five weeks."
"And does he know you're having dinner with me tonight?"
She chuckled, "He'll know when he gets my letter. He doesn't have a phone."
He looked concerned so she explained, "My marriage is fine. He knows I hate being lonely."
Gil asked her, "Are you lonely?"
Jean answered hoping her voice sounded as seductive as the look she gave him, "Not right now. Would you like to move to the couch?"
"No, I think we can save the couch for another day and proceed directly to your bedroom."
His boldness she found arousing.
"Okay," she answered. Taking him by the hand they walked the few steps to her bedroom. She considered it her bedroom and now that she wasn't pregnant she was thinking of making the second bedroom Miguel's. She sensed he would like being called to her bed when she needed his services.
They stood facing each other. Gil bent his head down and they exchanged their first kiss followed by another and another. She thought he was a very good kisser. He had her dress unzipped and off of her in no times. He told her to stand and turn around.
"Very nice," he said as he shucked his clothes.
Jean thought Gil might have been close to fifty, but he took care of himself. His chest was hairy, his stomach flat, and when he revealed it, his cock very big. She thought she had won the lottery. He stood there with his hands on his hips and his nearly ten inches of meat sticking straight out. He flexed his buttocks and his cock bounced up and down.
He moved towards her and embraced her. His manhood Jen grasped and pointed it up, its underside against her torso. She felt the precum it was oozing on her skin. She and Gil resumed kissing their hands exploring each other's backsides. She grabbed his buttocks as he ran his hands up and down her back quickly unsnapping her bra.
She helped him take the straps off her shoulders and now she was down to panties, her garter belt, stockings and heels.
She turned her head and offered him her neck to kiss. She felt herself melting in his arms. She was quite willing to be taken right there and then hoisted on Gil's cock, her legs wrapped around his waist, but he had other ideas.
"Turn down the bed. Where's that picture of your husband?"
He picked it up and said, "He's a nice looking young man. No wedding photos?"
She answered, "They aren't back from the photographer."
"Pity. Next time I'll bring my camera and you can wear your wedding gown."
She assured him she would like that very much.
Together they pulled her panties down. She grabbed hold of his cock and as they stood kissing she rubbed the head of it against her vulva. Her fingers did not reach around it. She thought it was like holding one of those oversize summer sausages her mom bought during the holidays, what her dad jokingly referred to as donkey dick, which always got him a slap on the hand from her mom for being crude. She knew her mom could be very crude in the bedroom, but in public and in front of the kids she behaved like a lady. And she wouldn't tolerate groserias in front of the kids even if they were grown and it was true that summer sausage did look like a donkey's manhood.
He guided her to the bed which she got in.
She asked, "Should I take off my heels?"
