If you read my previous story this is more of a prequel story.
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My wife is a short Central American woman who many mistake her for Filipino. When we met she was an innocent young woman who had never even kissed someone. When we started fooling around she would be surprised at stuff like, "wow your penis jumps around like it's alive? omg, it's so big, etc." Once we started having sex, all her repressed horniness seemed to explode. We were fucking in the car by the side of the road, in bathrooms, changing rooms, everywhere, and she would get so very very wet.
Eventually, she started nursing school and became really busy. We got married and sex things slowed down. She started working night shifts at a hospital post-graduation and sex slowed down even more. I started hearing stories from her coworkers when we would hang out about the hot doctors and all the affairs going on and how much they would love to fuck this doctor or that. Apparently, other nurses are sluts, but not my wife. At least that's what I used to think.
They also would talk about patients and update each other like, "how is number 6 doing? Yeah, the big guy..." I would mostly tune them out because sometimes they talked shop about catheters and poop and pee and all the nasty shit nurses have to do. Sometimes though, I would get curious and start paying attention again.
"You mean the fat one or the...BIG one?" my wife's coworker Diane asked. They all start laughing. Another coworker, Kayla, responds, "Oh I want to hear about the BIG one! I heard rumors, but I didn't get to see it."
They both look at my wife Jenny and she gives me a look like daring me to interrupt her or say something. She sometimes would get like this, especially when she is drinking like tonight. We were at a local brewery and everyone had a few drinks already.
My wife Jenny holds out her hands about a foot apart and says, "yeah, no lie." Her coworkers gasp and clap their knees OMG OMG!
"Did you do a catheter?" Asks Kayla, obviously the most interested in the group. She was the one that started the conversation in the first place.
"No the motherfucker was refusing almost everything, but he did ask for a bed bath and he kept needing help to pee." my wife responds nonchalantly. I suddenly become very interested in the conversation. She would tell me about work all the time, but when it was just me she wouldn't have put in details about how many dicks she had to handle that night. I guess to not make me jealous.
I decide to join the conversation, "did he break his arms or something? how come you needed to help him so much?"
"No, he was just very sedated and he peed everywhere the first time so I decided to help him instead. Don't want to give more work to the cleanup staff."
Her parents both worked as part of the cleaning staff at a different hospital so she was always thinking of stuff like that.
"Sure! that's why!" Kayla said laughing and snorting.
Diane joined in, "I mean fuck, I would have tried to help the cleaning staff if I was his nurse too!" They are both laughing and keep looking at me to see how I would react.
"Was he black? old?" I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me.
"He wasn't super old, but he was white. In his 40s."
"Well, as long as you come home to me, you do what you have to do for work."
Her coworkers still looking at me waiting for any sign of jealousy. It's like they get off on that or something, but I don't think my reaction was what they were looking for because they started quieting down. I get an idea and take out my phone and start up an audio recording discreetly. I put my phone down on the table and said I am going to get us all another round of drinks and I take their order. As I am ordering the drinks and waiting around the bar I look back at our table and they are again laughing and leaning in closer to my wife as she seem to elaborate on the big guy. I walk back and they are still laughing, but they start up a new conversation obviously changing topics. They avoided making eye contact now seemingly satisfied with what my wife had told them and ready to move on.
On the drive home, I asked my wife what was all that laughing when I walked away. She just said "oh nothing" and then promptly fell asleep. She is a very light drinker and the alcohol was having its effect on her. We got home and she went to bed, while I stayed up watching tv. Once I was sure she was sleeping, I put in my headphones and listened to the recording from the bar.
There was some small talk right after I walked away, but then it started getting more interesting.
"So how was it holding that huge dick?" asked Kayla.
"That shit was heavy!" my wife said.
