THE STORY SO FAR
My name is George. My wife Helen had a month long affair with Dr Paul Rodgers. She confessed to me. I had forgiven her.
Helen and I had agreed not to report Dr Rodgers to the UK General Medical Council and possibly have him struck off the list of doctors who are legally recognised.
My wife had led our doctor into having their affair. But he should have been able to resist. The GMC advise their doctors to log out of hours contacts with their patients. I doubt that Dr Rodgers did that.
It seemed wrong that a person had spent 6 years in medical school, could lose his licence to practice medicine because my wife wanted sex with him. At first I wanted revenge on Dr Rodgers so I wanted him struck off. Now him being struck off appears to be excessive.
But the GMC guidance is clear. Doctors should not stray with their patients. Their guidance makes clear that straying doesn't just mean touching. Straying also includes sending erotic messages and intimate photos.
But Helen and I had a moral duty to protect his other patients.
CONFIDENTIALITY
The most crucial part of being a doctor is that he or she keeps all information, and not just medical information, secret. Confidentiality is an implicit contract between the patient and the doctor.
Luckily for Dr Rodgers he hadn't discussed other patients with Helen.
SERIAL SEDUCER
If Dr Rodgers were a serial seducer he might prey on women who were vulnerable. I had read of the case of Doctor B, who had been struck off for having sex with a vulnerable patient 21 times.
Helen went to see Dr Rodgers for problems with her change of life. She wasn't vulnerable like Dr B's patient. My wife was just randy. She had thrown herself at Dr Rodgers. But he shouldn't have taken advantage of my wife.
My wife had allowed, no that is the wrong word, my wife had enjoyed having sex with Dr Rodgers in his flat. They had foreplay, which consisted of my wife licking his (longer and thicker than mine) cock.
SLOPPY SECONDS
They then had unprotected missionary sex. Sperm that do not fertilise an egg will die within 1 to 2 days inside the female body. Indeed the blighters can stay there for up to 5 days. That meant that Helen came back to me with Dr Rodger's cum still inside her. I had got sloppy seconds on 3 occasions.
Helen was no longer able to have children so Dr Rodgers couldn't make my wife pregnant. It would have been worse if Helen came home one day and said "Honey I'm having a baby but it may not be yours".
POST SEX
Afterwards having missionary sex my wife ran her wet finger along Dr Rodger's cock and got dressed. She returned to our house. So unwittingly I had Dr Rodger's sloppy seconds. There are some men who get a sexual thrill from having sloppy seconds. But it turns me off. It is demeaning to have sloppy seconds.
Helen and I had therefore agreed to go to marriage counselling.
BACKDOOR PLAY
On the plus side Dr Rodgers hadn't used my wife's arse for either anal sex or for rim jobs. These are things that Helen reserves for me.
THE STORY CONTINUES
I slept well. When I woke up my wife wasn't beside me. I wondered into the kitchen.
Helen said "I thought about having a romantic couple of nights away at Swanage. It would be a return to where we first shared a double bed. It was a welcome change from using the single bed in your Bedsit."
Helen continued "I have booked us a room in the 3* Sea View Hotel for next Saturday and Sunday. For the evening, I've booked 2 tickets for an amateur performance of "Anything Goes" at the Mowlem Theatre."
I quipped "I hope that anything goes in our hotel bedroom."
Helen smiled, took off her pyjama top and I admired her breasts. We had breakfast with me still naked and my wife topless. It wasn't unusual for us to do this. But it reassured me that staying together was the right thing to do. I really looked forward to forgetting about being a cuckold and going back to Swanage.
OUR SWANAGE STAY
Helen and I left our luggage in the hotel and got the bus to Studland. We walked to see Old Harry Rocks, a world heritage site.
WEIRDEST SIGHT
On the way back I went into the public toilet. It was small and had only cubicle and 2 urinals. At one of them was a black man. He had his trousers down around his ankles and I could see his bare, black arse. I stood beside him and unzipped my trousers and pointed my Percy at the porcelain.
The black man wasn't shy about displaying his prick. And no wonder for it was a beauty. He was hung like Dr Rodgers who had cuckolded me. Both were larger and thicker than mine. Neither had the 10 inch monster dong that make up Inter-racial porn videos. Most men would trade their pricks for this man's cock. I certainly would.
