PROLOGUE to the PROLOGUE
Just hang with me here in the prologue. I hope you'll read it. There isn't any sex in it, but there is plenty of sex to follow... as Shakespeare noted, we must lay our scene. The buildup to sex makes it so much more enjoyable once it arrives, much like actual sex. Consider the prologue to be foreplay. You'll probably be satisfied and happy that our scene was properly lain.
Obviously, this is a work of fiction. I've tried to use my life experience to make things realistic and immersive, with a definite slant toward a bit of fantasy for both men and women. If you approach the story with just a bit of verisimilitude (definition in this context: a willing suspension of disbelief) then the story will be more enjoyable.
All characters are based loosely on real life people from my life, but all names have been changed to protect the horny.
Oh, and yes I will sometimes break the fourth wall, but I'll try not to do it much.
I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing.
THIS IS THE ACTUAL PROLOGUE
"My boobs are starting to sag."
Amy Smith was looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, standing before it in nothing but a pair of blue full back panties. Her husband, Mike, was drying himself off after his shower, having stepped out of it ten seconds ago. Standing naked behind her, he could see Amy in her full beauty, from the views offered between the mirror and her backside two feet in front of him. To get a better viewing angle, Mike took a step to the left. Amy was lifting her breasts up with her hands as if to coax them back to what they were ten years ago.
"You are as beautiful to me - no, more beautiful! as the day we met, and that's saying a lot, Amy. Your body has changed, as they all do, but my tastes have changed to match. You are still a hottie and I will not be talked out of that opinion." He smiled at her, via the mirror.
Her auburn hair cascaded past her shoulders, with long curls that Mike found irresistibly attractive. She'd stepped into the shower an hour ago, finished, and primped herself while he showered, knowing that he could be done in five minutes.
Mike loved his wife and even though she had crossed over forty a couple of years ago, he still found her very attractive. Yes, her large breasts weren't quite as perky as they used to be, but as he matured alongside her, he found himself less attracted to young women, which he increasingly considered to be annoying girls, and more attracted to women with... some life experience. Specifically, one woman, Dr. Amy Smith, MD. Not that he objected to looking at other women out of a sense of... adventure, maybe? but she was the love of his life. Like all wives, Amy knew that he would take an occasional glance at a passing set of D cups or a toned set of buns, but she didn't really object. He was just a man, and guys gonna guy. She trusted him completely.
They had been together since they met in college, 21 years ago, and after a two year college bang-it-out-because-we're-horny-college-kids courtship, they had married 19 years ago. They gave their virginity to each other and neither of them doubted that the other was anything less than a completely faithful spouse. There was no question of infidelity on either side, and they were both still very much not only enthusiastic lovers and spouses, but best friends. They loved each other deeply, and both of them found the other attractive even after 21 years. They still enjoyed sex even though it didn't seem to be opportune as often as it used to. Life happens...
Amy smiled back at the mirror, glancing down at Mike's dick hanging between his legs. It was a nice size, she thought to herself. "Size Queens" aside, not many real life women wanted a truly porn star sized cock - too big, not comfortable. Not that she knew from first hand experience, as Mike was the only lover she'd ever had, but in the course of her professional work, she was confident in that statement.
Mike's was about seven inches if she really worked on it, and somewhat thin in circumstance compared to its length. Not that it was a pencil -- it was a pretty snug fit inside both her mouth and pussy, and that suited her just fine. She was perfectly happy with Mike's cock, and it was perfectly happy with her.
Amy began brushing her teeth. Her teeth were brilliantly white and quite honestly... perfect. She took excellent care of herself and Mike often admired her silently, from afar, pondering on how he was so fortunate as to marry a woman like Amy. She usually knew he was looking, such is among women's talents, but she never said anything to discourage it because it gave her a tingle inside to know that her husband still had enough interest in her body to ogle her. She loved him deeply; he was her forever life partner.
Amy was a practicing MD, specializing in sexual health. A large part of her practice was focused on helping patients with a condition called dyspareunia, which was doctor talk for uncomfortable sex, and generally helping her patients with sexual issues. Dyspareunia was usually a problem experienced by women, although occasionally a man would have issues that she could help with. It was always an awkward conversation with the men, but she was well trained in maintaining a professional and helpful stance toward her male clientele. And of course, there was always the problem of erectile dysfunction, the treatment for which which was usually a matter of checking the nurse's note on his blood pressure, and assuming it was within the normal range, sending him along with a prescription for Viagra, or more recently, its generic equivalent, Seldenafil. "Take two Seldenafil and call me in the morning," as the adage goes.
Her female patients overwhelmingly gave her positive reviews online, and she was one of the best rated physicians of any type in town. Her female patient reviews aside, the male patients' reviews were almost entirely 5/5, for... reasons she was pretty sure of. Her breasts straining her scrubs' stitching was likely a component of it. Most men wanted a male doctor for those kinds of problems, but there was a subset that chose her, often at the advice of their wives or girlfriends. She sometimes thought she should maybe get some bigger scrubs, but... 5/5, and she hadn't had any complaints.
Looking at Mike's dick in the mirror, she thought herself lucky. She knew from her training, and her life experience, that women appreciated a certain amount of girth in their men during sex, and although length wasn't so important, a certain amount did have a few practical niceties with respect to the positions that the couple could get into. Amy thought that she was what men would consider "curvy" and for Mike to get into her from a spoon position with her plump ass, he was going to need to be working with more than a spark plug. His dick wasn't the only reason to feel lucky with Mike, but... it was one reason.
Amy was being modest about her body image, though. Most men would actually consider her to be a "fucking bombshell", to use the technical term. She was five feet eight and about one forty. Everyone knows the rule that you don't ask a woman her weight, but if any guys had known what it was, they'd have assumed that seventy of that one forty was in her tits and ass. She looked good in scrubs, and when she put on a dress... damn. She had an hourglass figure that drew every male eye (and several female,) when she walked into the room.
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In the master bedroom of the house next door stood Amy's best friend Kate King, MD, who was her colleague at the hospital, and carpooling buddy. They'd gone through medical school together and were in the same graduating class from the University of Texas School of Medicine.
Kate was putting on a bra, something that her husband Tom always loved to watch her do. He'd liked to have seen a sheer one, or maybe a half cup, but she had chosen a boring gray Playtex. Ah well, maybe this weekend.
Kate's specialty in medicine was behavioral health, which had a certain overlap with Amy's specialty. The two women had done their medical residencies together, often sharing "call" nights where they had to stay overnight at the hospital to assist the more senior "attending" physicians, with the true goal of being trained for their future careers. They had become fast friends during that time, and considered going into a partnership together, but ultimately decided to go a different route in their careers. But, they were decidedly best friends by the time they both finished their residencies.
Kate King, for her part, was a good bit shorter than Amy at five feet four, and a little lighter, but her body could have placed her in a swimsuit issue. Nothing about her was very big in an absolute sense... tits, ass... except maybe her nipples.
But it was the proportions of what she did have that drove her husband, and a lot of other men, including Mike Smith, crazy every time they looked at her. Her curves were almost unbelievable. Proudly weighing in at 36C, her tits were the biggest turn on that Tom could think of. Perfectly formed and proportional to her body, Kate's breasts would have inspired statues in ancient Greece, Tom was on record as saying to anyone who would listen. Especially if the sculptor considered her nipples - commonly seen protruding through her scrubs, even while wearing a bra. They weren't huge in diameter like Amy's were but they did get long and very hard when she was stimulated. Tom loved them and could not get enough time with them in his mouth.
Kate was very physically fit, she ran several miles per week. Where Amy was a classical beauty with soft, feminine curves, Kate was more of an athletic figure. Tom thought of her as McKayla Maroney with bigger tits.
"And that ain't bad boys," Tom once commented to his friends at a bar. Glasses were clinked all around, and no objections were noted.
Kate noticed his stare, glanced up at him and smirked a little. She and Tom had been married for 18 years, and they were also a couple that were madly in love with each other even after that amount of time. They had an active sex life as well, although Tom could have done with more than he got. He wanted Kate's stiff nipples in his mouth approximately all the time, and her pussy wrapped around his dick... well, approximately... all the time. But, life happens, and they did the best they could.
Their best friends were the Smiths, who, by maybe not much of a lucky chance, lived next door. The women made a good living as successfully practicing physicians, each house was a 3-bedroom, stone faced home with manicured lawns and swimming pools.
Tom didn't work anymore, since he sold his Internet startup company for $12 million, but he was in charge of making sure everything in the house was working as intended. He was handy, he had a tool for every job, and he could complete most repair tasks without assistance from professionals. He was also very happy to assist anyone in the neighborhood with their little home problems.
Mike, for his part, made a little extra income as a writer of erotic fiction. He often leveraged Amy's expertise in the field of sexual health in his writing. It didn't pay much but it kept him in pizza and beer money, and kept his dick hard too. Amy was ok with it all, since it kept him perpetually horny for her. And she didn't have to pay for his beer or pizza.
