My whole body was tingling as I drove home. And my mind was racing – I had never done anything like that before – have sex with a patient in an exam room? Are you kidding? Cheat on my husband with someone I hadn't even known a couple hours ago? I could feel our combined fluids still oozing out of me – it felt like he had been a heavy cummer, and I had cum as hard as I ever had. How the hell had that happened? Even as I asked myself the question I had to admit I felt sexy as hell to have a man's cum leaking out of me. And I didn't even feel guilty – just excited and looking forward to doing it again.
I should probably give you a little background before I say how that first instance happened, and how I turned into a suburban housewife sex maniac. OK, maybe not a sex maniac – I still had my job, was still married, had two kids, and so on, but I have to be close! I mean, since that day in the exam room I haven't been able to think about much else, or look at a man without thinking "yes" or "no." As in, "yes" I'd fuck him or "no" I wouldn't.
It was like a switch was turned on. One day I was a pretty typical suburban working professional woman, to whom sex was important but not critical, to a woman who couldn't stop thinking about it and wanting it. A little more about me: I'm 41. I'm slightly tall at 5'7", and work as a physician's assistant, or P.A. I'm married to a good guy – he's an engineer – and we have two kids. I'm from Ohio originally, but moved to Colorado to go to college and never went back.
Beyond that, my husband and I had a pretty good sex life – at least, I'd never thought to do anything past what we had, and I doubt he ever had either. We'd talked about trying different things, different places, and even talked about trying swinging, but that was before kids. He had never pushed it, and to be honest I think I was the one who had mentioned it first. He'd shown the interest I'd expect – a little curious, but on further thought it seemed like he decided it read better than it would live. We'd make love once or twice a week, and vary things somewhat so it was never got boring.
The day my transformation started was perfectly normal. We'd gotten up, showered, had breakfast, got the kids to school, and gone to work. The workday was typical, although one of our nurses had called in sick, so we were short-staffed for the afternoon, but nothing the office couldn't handle. And the nurse was sick, so no one was too surprised when she called in.
If you had asked me to rate myself on a scale of 1-10, I'd have said something like an 8. As I said, I'm a little taller than average, at 5'7". I run a lot, and do the occasional half marathon and more frequent 5K and 10K races, so I'm in very good shape. Speaking of, I had been lucky and had a good approximation of the classic woman hourglass shape, so I was used to having men give me a once-over. I also have a great rack – at least, I like it! I'm about a 34D, and they're still very firm. And very sensitive – my husband can make me orgasm just by working my nipples. All in all, I was happy with what I looked like. I'd still draw the second look from a lot of guys, and even a third from those near my age.
So how the hell had it happened? How had I, a perfectly happy married woman, wound up screwing my brains out with a total stranger while at work? I thought back. He was my last patient of the day, which had actually been a good one. Not a single super-cranky patient, co-workers were all normal, and even the one drug rep I'd met hadn't been bad. My husband and I had done our usual morning routine – nothing out of the ordinary. So what was it?
The patient had been in a bad car accident about 10 days prior and was sensibly coming in for a follow-up to his ER visit. I'd looked at the ER notes and x-rays, and it looked like he'd been very lucky – aside from some scratching from the airbag, and probably getting scared silly, he was OK. His pulse was actually very good for his age, as were his other vitals, so it looked like it would be a pretty perfunctory visit.
Then I walked in to the room.
He was sitting on the edge of the exam table, and stood as I walked in. Tall and handsome, with a glint in his eye not hidden by his glasses. "Hi! I'm Tom. Nice to meet you!" And enthusiastic, to say the least.
We went through a couple minutes of small talk, and he filled me in on the accident, complete with pictures of his car, which looked completely destroyed. As he did, our eyes met and held for a second, and I felt like a switch turned on inside me. I listened to his breathing and heart, which were both "unremarkable" as we say in medicine.
I then had him run through the areas of concern. The ER doc had noted a chest contusion, and that was what seemed to be bothering him the most – he said laughing was somewhat painful – a 3 out of 10 – and that sneezing was much worse – like a 5 or 6 out of 10. His neck and shoulders were also, as you'd expect, sore.
The concerning issue to me was his chest – it's possible to have a lot of damage done in a car accident. He had undone the top two buttons of his shirt as he described it, and I stepped closer to manipulate his sternum and ribs to see if I could feel anything moving. As I stepped in, I caught his scent, and surprised myself by savoring it. I don't know men's deoderants or colognes, so I couldn't tell you what he used, but he smelled good.
I reached in and felt his sternum and ribs, looking for any play in the tissue but not finding any. I also felt him inhale sharply as my fingers moved. There was one spot that might have been something, but it was hard to say for sure, and the x-ray hadn't shown anything. I stepped back and around him to check his neck and back. As I checked, I felt as much as heard him say "mmmm . . . " Well, why not? It probably did feel good, because you have to put enough pressure on the body to move tissue, and that's exactly what massage does. But I felt a tingle run down my spine, and felt myself turning on.
Not finding anything on his back or neck that was problematic, I moved back to recheck his chest. I'm not even sure why I did – the one "maybe" area was a long shot – but I did. I stepped to him and again savored his scent, saying I wanted to double-check his chest. As I stepped in, his leg between wound up between mine, my groin rubbing against his leg.
Oh my god. The instant I felt his leg my excitement level rocketed upward. I could feel myself starting to get wet, and I was positive my nipples were going to give him a show when I stepped back. I felt along his chest and collarbones again, and this time definitely heard and felt him moan slightly at my touch. It had been a long time since that had happened!
I took a huge chance and rocked on my feet slightly, letting myself rub harder on his leg, and had the satisfaction of feeling him moving his leg, making it easier for me to move against it. A wave of desire crashed over me, and as I felt him move his leg against me another huge wave came over me. I could tell I was now thoroughly wet, and it was probably visible. I moved my hands up the sides of his neck, fighting to maintain a semblance of professionalism.
As my hands moved up his neck, probing, his hands finally moved. I felt them brush my sides and reach around my back, and as I looked up at his face, only inches away, his eyes and mouth were shouting at me to kiss him. I was so turned on I reached up and pulled his head to mine, feeling his lips on mine, my tongue wanting to taste him, feeling his exploring mine, our eyes closing as our mouths merged. I couldn't believe how much I wanted him at that instant, and felt him pull me to him, crushing me to him, one hand reaching to my butt and pulling me in, squeezing, feeling the hardness in his pants against me.
That was about when I lost any semblance of professionalism. I dropped a hand to his belt, undid it, reached for the button and released it, tore the zipper down, reaching in to feel him, feeling him so hard for me – for me! – and forcing his slacks down, feeling him pushing my tights and then thong down. I reached in his briefs and pulled his fully erect penis out, sliding to my knees, desperately wanting to feel him in my mouth. I squeezed him hard and heard him moan softly, before letting my tongue find his tip and teasingly lick once, then twice. I felt his hands on my breasts, always sensitive, and tweak my nipples through my blouse and bra, then felt my blouse falling away and his fingers expertly playing with my breasts and nipples.
