Probably the most fun of having a secret is revealing it. Some secrets can be revealed almost right away. Other secrets must be kept and kept and kept and kept.
This story is about a secret kept for almost forty years. I have told no one about it until now. The last of my co-conspirators died just a couple of weeks ago. She was my wife. It was at her funeral that I finally decided it was safe to tell, so if any of you happen to know who the real people are, or were, they cannot be damaged. Besides, the legal right to sue me or charge me with mayhem has long since expired.
The person upon which our little secret crime was perpetrated is still living. I know because his name is still listed in the state medical society membership roll and on a hospital medical staff membership roll in California, well away from his Kingly rebellious subjects and victims in the large southern city in which we all trained.
Immediately after completing my residency training in Urology, I moved out of state to this medium sized city I now live in. My home city is nestled in the foothills of the great smoky mountains in western North Carolina. I have practiced here for over thirty five years and enjoy a good reputation as Urologist. I smile a lot.
I was married to the same beautiful girl I met in medical school. She continued to work as an Operating Room nurse until a few months ago when her health failed. We have three adult children none of whom are in the medical fields but all have families and are doing well in the business world.
Sherrie and I had only one serious marital problem. This occurred while I was a senior resident in Urology. After some serious marriage counseling following her infidelity, we have lived a happy productive life together. She participated in our secret. I made her do this as a condition of our marriage continuing. It also made her a fellow conspirator so if she ever leaked the secret, she would bear equal responsibility. This fear and her commitment to fidelity to me were enough to keep her mouth closed yea these many years. She actually enjoyed participating and it gave her a sense of payback retribution.
It did take me (us) a while to recover from her extra-marital affair with a fellow surgical resident. I couldn't take off like I hear others saying they did. I had to keep on "trucking along." Residents didn't take off time for family crises back then. You had to suck it up and keep going.
Sherrie and I had this secret which helped us bond together as committed faithful monogamous lovers. On her deathbed she gave me permission to tell you, my dear readers. As I said earlier all the other participants had already died. They also took our secret to their graves. On occasion, about every five or six years, we would get together to celebrate our act of justice. Even at our reunions, we never spoke of it openly other than to grin and wink in recognition the bond we had as a result of our mutual satisfaction of a job well done. Justice is sometimes best served cold and anonymously. Certainly, secrecy was the only safe way in our situation.
Now, on to the unfolding of my secret.
It began while I was in my fourth year of post graduate surgical training. I had been married six years to the love of my life, Sherrie. Sherrie was a five foot 8 in slim beauty whose body still flowed in the most erotic fashion. She didn't seem to try to do that but it just comes naturally. Her buttocks moved independently which made me horny, even her memory does to this day. She had a very prominent pubic mound that was covered in a thick bush of dark brown shiny curly hair. It was very noticeable when she was in scrubs. More than one guy has cupped it 'accidentally'. She never allowed the touch to be prolonged beyond a half second or so. Her breasts were a full B cup until she breast fed our children. Then she became a generous C cup. I doubt she ever weighed more than 145 pounds unless she was pregnant.
Her hips still moved erotically when she walked all the way up to her final days. As a youth, she practiced walking like the models and to end, she still walked as they still do. Her smile was demure. She batted her eyelids at me as an indication that she would like some bedroom type action. When the kids were gone, we used the kitchen table, the couch, the floor, the lounge chairs at poolside or the poolside it self. The shower provided us with especial sexual enjoyment. Well you get the gist. We enjoyed an active sex life together. Only that one time marred our perfect marriage. The wounds are healed but the memory of the fall out never completely faded in either of our memories.
I am a tight built guy. Just an inch taller than Sherrie but I weigh in at 180 pounds. I have always worked at keeping my weight under control and my body fit by physical exercise and enough body building to look good whatever I am wearing or not. My equipment is average size except my penis is 8 inches when fully erect with an upward curve. Sherrie thought this upward curve was advantageous in stimulating her G spot during intercourse. With the slightly longer shaft than average and with the noticeable upward curve it was easy to penetrate her doggy style. She never perfected deep throating but could and did give me a wonderfully satisfying quickie oral jobs when I needed relief but we didn't have time for full intercourse. Yep, she swallowed but then used a mouth wash if we are going out or she is leaving for work.
Neither of us had another sexual partner prior to marriage. We were both virgins. With my specialty, I was able to learn and teach about sexuality to the point that we both experienced everything a monogamous couple could ever do together. It was during our rapid learning curve years, during my postgraduate training, that Sherrie strayed.
I was very busy during the first three years of postgraduate training. You may not be aware of just how busy surgical residents were required to be back a few years ago. They are still busy nowadays but not nearly what we had to endure to become surgeons back then. It was not unusual for us to have to stay in the hospital every other night. Frequently I had to be at the hospital by 5:30am and didn't get off until late the following afternoon or evening without getting to bed during the night. At other times, I was in the hospital 14 hour shifts, whether night or day shifts. These would run for as much as a month at a time. I was constantly tired. My third year my schedule began to lighten and in my fourth year I was almost on a reasonable schedule except that I was on call almost all the time; subject to being called in for surgery. It was during this time that Sherrie and I had problems. We survived the really tough times then she did it on the spur of the moment.
On several occasions, we would be in the midst of heavy foreplay when my beeper would fire up. With no cell phones, I had to use the land line to call in and frequently have to interrupt our love making. Sherrie complained stating that being on call was worse than not being at home at all as life was totally unpredictable. She is a person who likes things to be in place. She does not do well with disorder and interruptions. I also like for things to be in order but I knew that interruptions are a part of every surgeons life, especially the resident surgeons life. Even with her need for order, she was so very spontaneous for sex. It seemed like she could be doing her routine duties at home and then on the spur of the moment, become so aroused and horny that she demanded release and satisfaction. I certainly had no objections but if I was not around she would rush off to a secluded place and masturbate. She was absolutely against any serious voyeur or exhibitionist behavior. She never used a dildo or vibrator to my knowledge. Her fingers or my cock was all she needed for a rumbling cascading orgasm. She was never vocal during a climax but during foreplay and intercourse she always urged me on in the most erotic terms and fashion. She never left me unsatisfied.
Her life was much more predictable being an OR nurse. She was busy and had a lot of responsibility but she knew when she was off. She got called in only for multiple trauma or disasters when more than one OR was needed to be functional.
Harold was a fellow surgical resident. He refused to respond to anything other than Dr. McQueen. Call him Harry or even Harold and he would ignore you. He even required the faculty to call him "Dr. McQueen". He addressed them as Dr. so and so, never using first names in a familiar way. Nurses were always addressed as "Nurse Helen" or "Nurse Sherrie". He never used last names for nurses or anyone who was not his equal or superior. In the doctors lounge or doctors scrub area, he would talk derisively of patients, hospital administrators, politicians, nurses etc. He was quick to identify himself as superior to others. His aloofness and superiority complex led him into trouble with other resident physicians.
