My Doctor Cucks Me Pt 05

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.

He said "I like watching white men piss. I see that you are married. All women want to be fucked a black man. But more women want a Jamaican cock than any other race. We Jamaicans are the elite.

I have a video of me fucking a white woman. Her husband filmed me fucking his wife. Its pretty ropy quality. Ben was too turned on to focus on the action properly"

I said "I haven't ever been next to a porn star before."

The Jamaican replied "Would you like to be a porn star? My wife likes going with white men. She likes the contrast of white cocks with her black pussy. A man I know will pay you £1,000 if he can watch and more if you agree to be filmed.

Of course if your wife agrees to let people watch and film her and me getting down and dirty she could earn up to £10,000."

The Jamaican then asked "Has your wife ever been fucked by another man since you got hitched?"

I said "Only once, by a white man with a dick the same size and girth as yours."

He said "I only fuck wives if the husband agrees. You've seen my dick. Do you agree to let me see if I fancy your wife and she wants me.

I assure you that I can give your wife sex like she's never had before."

I said "You are cocky in both senses of the word. If she agrees, do I get to watch?"

The Jamaican said "Only if that's what your wife wants."

We went out and the Jamaican spoke to my wife. He obviously said the right things to Helen because they went hand in hand and I followed behind them.

THE WALK

We stopped at Fort Henry, which was one of the places where the Allies practiced for D Day. Unfortunately many men died practicing there. The sea in front of Fort Henry is a War Grave.

Churchill, the King and the Supreme Allied Commander had been in the same structure that Helen and I and the Jamaican stood in. I imagined that Churchill thought about the failure of the First World War campaign in the Dardenelles, for which as the Secretary for the Navy he was responsible.

I imagined Churchill praying that D Day wouldn't be another disaster. As I speculated the Jamaican phoned someone.

PIGS

We saw 3 cute piglets at The Pig Hotel. I took a video of them.

Helen said "Its such a pity they will end up being killed and eaten."

The Jamaican replied "I couldn't eat at the hotel if I knew that it was one of them."

Helen and the Jamaican kissed. They continued holding hands as we walked towards the nudist beach.

I took photos of them in front of the Dragon's Teeth, which are concrete defensive pillars put up on the Second World War. Anyone seeing the Jamaican and my wife would assume that they were married. But of course Helen had married me.

The 3 of us had coffee and cake at the Middle Beach restaurant. We were joined by a fat man.

He said to Helen "Delroy tells me that you have agreed to join in my project. Can you provide proof that you are married?"

My wife replied "I can get you our marriage certificate."

The fat man asked "Do you have photos and videos of your wedding day?"

Helen said "Yes, we do."

The fat man said to me "And you want to be filmed with Delroy's wife?"

I nodded.

The fat man said to Helen and me "I see that you both are suitable. I can offer £15,000 as a joint package, including use of the wedding stuff. My clients want proof in the video that they are watching a married woman being fucked."

Helen said "I agree."

I said "So do I"

My wife and I were going to be paid porn stars.