The Doctor

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The Doctor

Brian

I met her at a freshman orientation event. I had never seen anyone so beautiful. Beautiful blue eyes, a welcoming smile, blonde hair, a simple sheath dress, which didn't hide that she was stacked. It was amazing that such a little girl could have such big boobs and butt. Sarah wasn't tiny at around five-foot five, and almost 120, but with me at six foot two, she seemed small. Flawless skin completed an incredible package.

Afterward I walked her back to her dormitory and managed a kiss with a little tongue before saying good night. There was a dance the next night and I asked her to go with me. We did dance and enjoyed the dancing, but we mostly talked about our goals. I wanted to be a plant manager and was planning on an ME, combined with MBA in Management. She wanted to be a pediatric surgeon. I was impressed by her drive and objectives. By the time she finished her second residency she would be in her early thirties. I asked her about children. She said that after Med School, she would be able to do her residencies while pregnant.

When we got to her dorm, she told me how to get up to her room. She had a small single on an all-girls' floor. I took the elevator with her up to the boys' floor below. Then I walked up one flight of stairs, and her room was the second on the left. I got there with no problem.

We both had had some experience in high school, so we knew what we were doing, more or less. I knew about going down on women, although I was no expert. She was the first woman that had an orgasm from my limited licking skills. She came three more times in the Missionary, Doggie, and Cowgirl positions. It was a night to remember although not as memorable as some of our subsequent evenings.

I think that first time was the best sex that either of us had had up to then. We both read manuals, and neither of us was afraid to try new things, and soon we were having fantastic sex with me ejaculating two or three times and while she was approaching double digit orgasms. We moved into an apartment at the end of the first semester and got married the next June.

Our parents continued to help us out through our undergraduate years. After we graduated, I got a job in a computer assembly plant, and began work on my MBA, while she was attending Medical School. It was hand to mouth even with our parents still ponying up both our tuitions. I finished my MBA in three years. However, we had to move for her first residency. I was able to get a job nearby, and we got serious about starting a family. Suzy and Mike came during her surgical residency and Patsy during her pediatric surgeon residency. Things were going great.

We didn't have a lot of student debt because of the fantastic help we had gotten from our parents, but still, it would be good to put that chapter behind us. I had no expectation of either of us becoming a stay-at-home parent, but our first major disagreement came then after fourteen years of marriage and three children. She wanted to take a one-year contract with an NGO in an underdeveloped country.

Sarah told me, "Brian, one of the things that attracted me to you was your high ideals. I feel like I've spent my whole life taking from others, mostly from my parents and you. You've been the primary childcare provider as well as the principal earner during my seven years of residency. You've provided me with the emotional and financial support I needed through three pregnancies and eleven years of post-graduate training and education. I want to give back. I know it's going to be hard on you and I'm taking time away from our children, but it's only a year. After that I should be able to get a great position, and we can start living the great life we've both been preparing for most of our adult lives. I know this is as much, if not more, of a sacrifice for you as for me, but I feel like it's something I need to do. Please, can you bear with me, one more year."

I replied, "I know it's somewhat selfish on my part, but haven't I given enough? I know this is important to you, but I think both the children and I deserve more of you, not less."

She agreed, "Brian, you are absolutely right. You have been not only a wonderful lover but a solid rock throughout our marriage. I know that our children are very young, but I also believe this is the only chance I will have to do something to make the world a better place. I realize that this is a commitment on your part as well, but I hope you can stand up for me one more time."

I asked her, "How bad will the separation be?"

She replied, "I need to go to Stockholm for eight weeks of training. I will be back here for about two weeks with some additional training going on, before I start my assignment in rural Nigeria. Every two months I will be able to come home for a week."

I said, "It sounds like you're pretty much committed to this?"

She told me, "It's all tentative. A few tears ran down her face. "No way can I do this without your support. If you're not on board, I will have to tell them it's no deal. I understand that this is a big commitment on your part. The biggest differences between my commitment and yours is that you won't be in danger, and you'll have air conditioning."

I pointed out, "Sarah, we've never been apart for more than a week throughout our fifteen years together."

She spoke wistfully, "Brian, I know. That's the hardest part for me. Seven two-month separations is a lot. If you were most men, I couldn't even ask this. Maybe I shouldn't have asked you. I guess it's the biggest thing I've ever asked anyone."

I had to tell her, "Sarah, I'm really trying to see my way through this, but it's really hard. A series of two-month separation is not the greatest thing for a marriage. I'm sure we'll both have temptations. Particularly, a woman like you, away from her husband, and drop-dead gorgeous still after all these years."

She replied, "Guys have been hitting on me for fifteen years, and I've never been tempted. The most important thing in my life is what I hope will be the next fifty years with you."

I said, "Sounds like it'll only forty-nine now, but the missing year is the next one. This will be awfully hard. How long before you're fully committed."

She explained, "I'll have to sign a contract for a year of service before I go for the training in Stockholm. That starts in three weeks. At this point, they'd like the contract as soon as possible."

I spoke seriously, "This is a major decision. I think it's reasonable to take a few days."

She agreed, "It is a big decision, I don't want to hurry you, but I guess I am."

I told her, "Believe me, this will have my highest priority."

I had been presented with a near fait accompli. I felt like this was a major threat to our marriage. I believed that we had both been faithful to our marriage vows for the entire fourteen years of our marriage. I could see many scenarios that ended up with her in someone else's bed. On the other hand I had to admire both her bravery and her dedication to her ideals. I believed it was possible that we could come through this with our relationship intact, but my feeling was that it was less than a 50-50 proposition. My next step, I decided, was to be frank about my thoughts.

Sarah

I would never have considered serving in another country if I didn't believe our marriage was rock solid. There were five of us now, and I believed that we could survive as a family unit with one member temporarily away. Today's technology would allow us to make calls frequently, perhaps not daily but at least several times a week. I not only loved Brian, but also Suzy, Mike, and Patsy. It would have been better if our parents lived closer, but we had already made several moves because of my career.

Brian had solidly supported me throughout our fourteen years of marriage. I knew I should listen carefully to his doubts. I guess he had been so solidly behind everything I did, I really didn't expect reluctance now. I didn't believe going to rural Nigeria reflected selfishness on my part, although I recognized it was requiring sacrifices on the part of all five of us.

I had to ask myself why I was so committed to this. I felt like I had given lip service to the highest ideals of service and making the world a better place; this was my best opportunity to do something about that. Signing up for a series of two-month separations was not something I took lightly. Although we no longer made love every night, we seldom missed two nights in a row. The only exceptions were when we had five or six days of training or conference out of town. I knew those had been hard on both of us, but worthwhile. It had also been fantastic when we were back together again.

The next day Brian wanted to talk about it again. I was ready, realizing that I didn't want to be overbearing on this.

He asked me, "Do you think it would be better to wait a few years, possibly until the children are in grade school, before doing a year away from us all?"

I told him, "Brian, I have thought about that, and I think that it would have a much more significant career impact then than now. I don't think the difference in how it affects our children will be that great. I think the biggest downside is the effect it has on our marriage, and I think that would be just as great, if not greater, if we waited a few years to do this."

He replied, "I think you have made up your mind on this. I have to agree there are no huge differences in the timing, although I'm not sure that your career path should be the primary determinant of when you do this."

I explained, "I agree with what you say. I do believe that the overall financial effect will be less. Also, if I do this later, it could create another move. I think that would have a negative effect on our children, too. The least effect on the children would be if I waited until they go to college. I don't think I would want to be doing this when I'm in my mid-fifties and starting to think about semi- or full retirement."

Then he admitted, "I guess my primary remaining concern is you being away for two months far from home. Your colleagues will probably be noble and handsome doctors also far away from home. I believe it is a possibility that you could stray from strict adherence to our marriage vows."

That was a big surprise. I had been faithful throughout our fifteen-year relationship. This certainly wasn't what I had in mind when I proposed this.

I was hurt by this, "If that's what you think. I certainly can't do this. Now I'm wondering if you want to stay married to me." I started crying.

He responded, "Sarah, I love you more than words can say. I just think we have to be realistic. You are a woman in her sexual prime. It is a lot to ask for you to not even consider straying when you are away for eight or nine weeks."

I asked him, point-blank, "You don't really believe this is about me having an affair, do you?"

He came back with, "Of course not. Perhaps I'm projecting. I'm thinking two months is a long time for a long-distance relationship. I think I am fully committed to our marriage and our relationship. Still going without for an extended period of time, I'm sure I would at least have impure thoughts, if not outright temptations."

I tried for clarification, "So if I go to rural Nigeria for an extended period of time, I have to expect that your thoughts will wander, and possibly your body as well?"

He replied, "I'm not trying to threaten you, I just think that it's a real possibility that one or both of us will stray. I think we need to at least discuss this."

I started crying, "I'm want to do this because of my ideals, not because I want to be a tramp!"

He spoke softly, "I believe a strong marriage is built on fidelity, trust, and respect. If sexual fidelity is violated, but the trust and respect aren't, there is still a basis to continue the relationship. I sincerely hope and believe that won't happen, but I'm trying to be realistic. Both of us are likely to be tempted, it may be unrealistic to believe that temptation will not go anywhere on any of our seven two-month separations."

I wanted him to clarify, "Exactly what are you saying, Brian?"

He explained, "I love you, Sarah, more than words can say. What I am trying to say is that I hope we are able to remain faithful during these upcoming separations. However, if we aren't I think we can survive as long as we are respectful of each other and don't lie about anything that happens."

I began crying again, "I will be faithful, Brian. If you're not and tell me about it and it really is a one-off or at least short-term, I'll still be your wife and lover. I have to accept that one week in nine may not be enough to keep you or any other man at home and faithful."

The next day he told me he had no further objections to my signing the contract, and that he would try his best to be the supportive and faithful husband he had always been. I told him that I loved him more now than ever before. We kissed and I believe everything was okay between us.

I had only used my passport before for vacation trips to Canada, Mexico, and the Caribbean, so Sweden was a totally new experience for me. Things seemed to go well. I got along well with my classmates. I talked to Brian and the kids every night except for occasionally missing Friday and/or Saturday because I went out drinking with the gang, a group of classmates. Of course, there was flirting and the occasional pass, but I had absolutely no problem staying true to Brian.

My roommate, Alice, was a general surgeon. She was going to Benin. We got to be quite good friends over the eight weeks. Early on, we established that our sexual activity would be mostly device-assisted masturbation. She was single, and didn't always sleep in our room. However, I had no serious temptation and was very much enjoyed the classes.

On Saturdays and Sundays, I sometimes kept up with medical journals but also made a lot of day trips with my classmates, to different sites in Stockholm and the surrounding area. As you might know, most of Stockholm proper is on a series of islands, so in addition to the many museums and other cultural opportunities, it was pleasant just to hike around the city and go to random cafes and bars. During the second month I began to really look forward to being with Brian and the children again. The phone calls were a poor substitute for hugs and kisses.

Brian

I wasn't happy with her going to Africa with the NGO, but in the end, I didn't see that I had any choice. If I put my foot down, and flat refused the commitment, I knew I would have to deal with lingering resentment, that could last decades. I felt like it was a gamble with the odds against us, but ultimately, I didn't really have any choice in the matter.

It was a long eight weeks while Sarah was in training in Stockholm. The children, at least Suzy and Mike, were excited every time Mommy called. Well, Dad was, too. I was always a little disappointed when she didn't call on a Friday or Saturday. I was careful not to raise the children's expectations too much on those days.

We were all excited when she got off the plane, even Patsy ran to her and hugged her leg. After we put the children to bed, she was insatiable. We had some of the best lovemaking of our entire fifteen years together. I began to hope that we would survive her time in Africa.

Sarah

Landing in Lagos Airport was a new experience. There was no doubt. This was not Kansas. There was a lot more than a sea of dark faces to indicate this was a different place. Far more different than Stockholm, Toronto, or Mexico City. Fortunately, the local NGO had sent a driver apparently picking me up as well as a half dozen other doctors and medical staff. As our group gathered, I met the other members of our party. Greg Perkins was a general surgeon, and Sebastian Gargas was an anesthesiologist. The surgical nurses were Kathy Jones and Nick MacGregor. The general RNs were Missy Peters and Mike McGraw. It seems that we were all being taken straight to our facility a little over a hundred miles north of Lagos. I guess it saved on transport to take us all at the same time. I expected that the guys we were relieving would ride the same minibus back to Lagos. We chatted on the over four-hour bus ride and found out about everyone. Greg and Sebastian, like me, were married but the others were all single or divorced. Fortunately, we were not the entire staff. There was an MD, MA, and an NP, as well as two additional nurses. That was good because it would help the transition. It turned out that according to NGO policy I would be the head of our staff, and the MD would be my assistant. Except for defining duty priorities for the general nurses, there was almost nothing to my hospital chief duties. The medical staff and particularly the surgical team had pretty much the same objectives and the same ideal about how to achieve them. The more I worked with Greg and Sebastian the more I enjoyed it. It seemed like each of us knew what the others would do next. The surgical nurses were almost as good. Greg was an extremely capable surgeon and more than willing and able to assist me, and vice versa. Sebastian was also highly capable, and we were a team in the truest sense of the word. Jack, our MD was more than capable of leading our triage and post-operation activities. After a day of cutting and sewing, Greg, Sebastian, and I would often relax with a beer or two and go over our day's activities or anything else that came to mind. For us, it seemed like no time until we were on the minibus back to Lagos to fly home for our one week's vacation. The NGO provided a skeleton back up to handle any emergencies. The MD and his crew were on a different rotation than the seven of us, so they provided the continuity essential to the hospital's operation.

Brian and our children were very glad to see me even though I had called them almost every day. It was so good to have Brian hold me. The first night was devoted to fucking. After that he resumed making love to me for the remaining five nights. It really felt good to have a few days of being a full-time mother and wife.

When the short week was up, I was sad to leave my family, but by the time the airliner was over the Atlantic, I was eager to rejoin Greg and Sebastian and do what we had been trained to do. Monday night it was great to resume our nightly gab and beer session. It felt good to be back in the swing. Generally, we worked on Saturday and Sunday for a few hours, but it was just checking up on our patients. The second Saturday I was back was completely different. There had been a bus accident nearby and seven or eight of the passengers were going to require surgery. It seemed that none of them were simple twenty- or thirty-minute procedures. After five hours of almost continuous cutting and sewing, we found that the eighth passenger would also have to go under the knife. Afterward, as usual we returned to my room for some well-earned R&R.

This time was different as we were both unusually tired and strung out. We drank more beer and ate less food than usual. We sometimes joked around and flirted a little bit, but it never went beyond lips only kissing. This time we did a little necking. It was still early in the evening, so we kept drinking beer and cutting up.

Things changed when I realized there was some hands below my waist. Soon it became petting. Greg had his hands inside my pants rubbing my slit and clit. It felt so good, and I needed a tension release. I thought I should kick these guys out and bring out my vibrator, but I didn't. What they were doing to me was feeling so good with Sebastian kissing me and playing with my boobs under my shirt, and Greg using both hands inside my panties between my legs. I had one hand on Sebastian's shoulder and one on Greg's shoulder. It had been two weeks since I said goodbye to Brian. My animal lust took over.