Dr, Jack M.D.
She had everything
Why wasn't he enough for her?
I know this genre of an LW story has been written ad nauseum and I guess I've read my share. I have added a bit of medical drama to shake it up. Sorry to all the great readers that asked me to resume writing during my illness and PTSD flareup. Trying to just move on from these events has proven difficult to say the least. So, here's hoping I can entertain you and keep my scores up!
BTW. Before you go all medical on me, just know as a corpsman I've seen shit that, well wasn't believable. Comments welcome as I'm working on the last part.
I am a physician-Dr. J. Stuart, [Jack to friends and associates], a 40-year-old successful general, and thoracic surgeon at a major hospital just outside Atlanta. I stay busy and I have made countless people happy and free of pain and trauma with my training and skills.
I was trained to get all the information I could before operating on a patient or in my personal life. I'm usually calm and focused. But I'm only human and my story proves it.
I just wasn't trained for what a foolish wife and her group of idle friends could sow.
Being six feet tall and 200 lbs. with blond, slightly long hair. I would say I am good-looking and fit. I have worked out every morning at 0400 since my Marine days [4 years and then college and med school], and the routine has stayed with me through medical school.
I would say I am good-looking and fit, a bit quiet and reserved but that's because I am trained to observe and reach the correct solution to problems the first time, as there are few second chances in surgery.
I get more than my share of subtle flirts and smiles from the female staff. I have always disregarded the offers with a smile and shake of my head. Sometimes it's difficult as there are some women who look so good in scrubs, you find yourself dreaming!
But I'm a one-woman man since being introduced to my love at a meet and greet at the hospital a few years ago. Pediatric Nurse, Amanda Carter.
A dedicated Registered nurse, she was my age, and I fell for her immediately!
Quiet, around 5' 5", to me, gorgeous with dirty blond hair braided and pulled down one side of her neck, a lovely rack of 'C cup breasts, a pinched waist that led to a gorgeous bubble butt and legs that had my tongue wet. All in all, the complete package! I asked her out and she looked at me for a moment and, liking what she saw, accepted.
After our second date we fucked on her sofa until dawn woke us in each other's arms.
Yes, she has a very nice 34C cup rack that giggle and sway when she walks fast and I revel in kissing and fondling her all the time. She likes that! Her nipples would harden at my touch every time and elicit moans from us both. We spent more time in bed than was possible and I worshipped her and thought she did me. Sadly, we had no children.
After a year of dating, we were married and officially moved into the gated community house I had built before we married. Complete with golf, tennis and country club.
Life was full and sweet! I still remember carrying her over the threshold and her whispering.
"Dr. Jack Stuart! This is all I ever dreamed about! Thank you, my love!"
"Nurse Amanda Stuart, you are so welcome! Wanna screw?"
We raced to the bedroom. We both won.....
Amanda is, however, a bit headstrong when wanting something -- a trip, new car, whatever. We always worked thru it though, often winding up in bed having celebratory sex for hours!
I'll call her Mandy and she calls me lover, Jack baby, stud, always available for mind bending sex and affection.
We seemed made for one another having 6 wonderful years of happiness .... until that afternoon that totally corrupted my love for her and our idyllic marriage.
The bump in our marriage was she spent too much time with her friends at the our club. Some were divorced and kind of wild. Her three good friends were rumored to be slutty and flirted with every guy that appealed to them.
Sara appeared to be their ringleader, single, rich, and pretty with a slender figure, small boobs, and legs that were her best feature. Also, a Rn at the hospital, Sara was rumored to be available for all sorts of mischief- involving married men.
Asking around, I found her to be a bit too loose' as several of my peers put it. Sara had a bad habit of flirting and bedding men like they were toys. Her innuendos around me would often be accompanied with her touching me inappropriately- when she saw no one looking. Several times when dancing I would feel her hand sneak down and grope my cock. I'd feel excited yet dirty at the same time.
It felt good for a moment. Then I'd remind her she was drunk and to stop.
Then Anna who was a sexy trophy wife to a banker. I enjoyed dancing with her at club parties as she would mold herself against me and smile as she felt my not so average cock brush ever so nicely against her leg. I did enjoy that but would never take up the unspoken but obvious offers.
I would apologize. She would say," nice compliment Jack!
Dancing together at one function, she whispered to me. "If you ever need help with that swelling Doctor. Please call me, I know Amanda has my number!"
Picture a Barbie doll with bigger tits, and a fantastic smile! Always a lady and occasionally a slut! I started keeping my distance!
And finally, Sue who I liked and held in high esteem as she ran her own brokerage, with no help from her drunk of a husband.
Her Jim was basically a stay-at-home hubby who drank too much. Sue was similar in appearance of my Mandy-beautiful and sexy! I loved when she wore painted on jeans and a tight hugging sweater! Her breasts were high, firm and pointed straight out. Reminded me of tv commercials when a hot chick got a new car, jumping and dancing in glee.
Secretly I wanted to dance with her but, after a few slow dances at the club, I reigned in my manly urges. Too tempting! And my Manda was more than enough woman.
All three were flirty- especially Sue. Sue had a way of making a man want to ravish her instantly and when I was into red wine, I could feel a hard on start to respond just talking to her. Hey, I may be a physician, But I'm still a man!
A few months before the 'event', her group was out together more than usual, and several times did not return home until after 1:00am.
Three days before the 'event' as I now call it, I voiced my concern.
"Mandy, you and your friends are staying out longer than you used to."
"Tonight, you came in after 1am. I'm curious.
"Is there something going on? Should I be concerned?"
I watched her carefully. I was a bit concerned.
Mandy turned to get a glass down and with her back to me just said. "Aw baby, we're just out talking and drank a bit too much wine. It was Saras's birthday. We danced and talked, that's all."
"Sara gets a lot of attention from the guys and doesn't want to leave. She danced and drank all evening."
"I'll make it up to you tonight if you'd like!" gently rubbing my cock.
And she did! I was fucked and sucked on for nearly two hours before we both sighed and fell asleep.
Thursday night Mandy said she was worn out from last night and fell asleep on the sofa.
I carried her to our bed.
In retrospect, my concern was warranted.
Friday, June 14th and my day trauma shift ended early, I headed home at 4 o'clock!!
Rough day, with broken legs, two car wrecks. A knifing, and assorted sniffles that belong in a clinic. People don't realize they are prioritized, and sniffles wait a long time to be seen. I felt great knowing I did my job well, now home to my baby!!
Thinking Mandy was waiting for me, I stopped and purchased a nice bouquet of flowers, and it was close to 5pm when I got home.
I pulled my 1970 Vett into the garage and closed the door and taking out my smart phone, turned it on video as I wanted to catch her expression seeing her bouquet. I placed it in my scrub pocket with video running.
Taking the stairs up to the kitchen door I was surprised when it opened in my face and Mandy stood there dressed in a leather skirt way to tight and a see thru blouse and skimpy bra that showed her nipples poking straight out, with a clutch purse in her hand.
A new shade of very kissable red lipstick completed her appearance.
Holding out the flowers I froze in mid step.
There was little emotion on her face.
