Although not a series, this story does pick up from where "Doctor's Exam Tests Shauna's Limits" leaves off. Like all of Shauna's escapades, this story can be read in isolation. I wasn't certain whether I'd continue with this arc, but popular demand and private requests swayed me to continue the story. I'm glad I did. I think it's a good one.
"What time is Fred coming over?" Shauna asks. She tries to flatten her emotions. Ralph may be oblivious, but he's not completely blind.
"He's going to come by and grab me and we're heading off around 8," said Ralph. To her relief, he doesn't look in her direction. He's wrapped up in his model planes. Ralph got into them a few years ago. She had to concede that they were beautiful and exquisite pieces of art, and they also kept Ralph occupied while she sought extramarital satisfaction.
A couple months back, Shauna experienced a sexual awakening. She'd already been toying with the idea of getting some 'strange' when a young hard cock presented itself. She didn't hesitate. Feeling Nick's hot load hit the back of her throat was the catalyst that changed everything in her life. That act ignited and awakened a primal sexual hunger. Since then, she had a few wild and random encounters that filled her perverted need for fresh dick. But the real test had been when she targeted someone she's wanted for longer than she can remember. Last week, Shauna made a surprise visit to the Doctor's office. The Doctor happened to be Fred Armand, her husband's best friend. Sparks flew and Shauna nearly got to enjoy some doc-cock. But Fred proved to be the consummate professional and zigged when he should have bagged. They never acted on their desire, but the seeds were sown by the mutual recognition that they both wanted more but were terrified to pursue it.
Shauna's no quitter. She isn't the type of woman to let a small detail like that deter her. At 52, she's fitter than most women her age. She's lived an enhanced life by being the proud owner of a giant set of knockers. Shauna is accustomed to getting what she wants. Her stacked body is accentuated by the alluring mystique of the mature woman. To her delight, Shauna has discovered that sport fucking mature women seems to be en vogue these days. That means a steady stream of young stiff dick. They can be fun, but boys lack a confident hand and the requisite wisdom of a seasoned lover.
Fred's a REAL man, and that is what truly makes her pussy quiver. He's well over six and a half feet of lean and well honed muscle. The Doctor knows how to keep himself in tip-top condition. What really sets her pulse to racing is Fred's aloofness to his own beauty. He is always the most handsome man in the room, and yet he doesn't display the arrogance that typically accompanies the god-touched.
Shauna spends the balance of the evening getting ready for Fred's arrival. He always makes a point of popping in the house to say hello. Even though she'll only have a small window, she plans to make those seconds count. Her hair and makeup loft her beauty to new heights, and the sexy yoga outfit with a tiny tank top dial back the years. Her tits are barely contained in the top and she knows that she's pushing the envelope, but he did see them naked in all their splendour the week earlier. She's just providing him with an eye-catching reminder as to how spectacular they are!
Shauna is applying another coat of lip gloss when the doorbell rings. Her tummy does a flip flop and butterflies flutter. The last time she saw him, the good doctor ran his fingers along her labia. That's a hard act to follow. She checks herself in the mirror, suddenly extremely self-conscious of her makeup and seductive vibe. He's already seen her naked. This is unnecessary. She realizes, perhaps belatedly, that she's also sending a strong message to Ralph. He is certain to pick up on it. How will she respond if he confronts her? Will she admit that she wants Fred? How will Ralph respond? Shauna stares into the mirror, frozen to inactivity. She can hear voices below and knows that Ralph's invited him inside. She considers staying hidden until they leave.
"Shauna, honey?" calls Ralph, "Can you come down? Doctor Fred is here."
She starts. Curious. He never calls Fred 'Doctor'. Does he know? He must know... Cold sweat breaks on her brow as excuses cascade down her mind as she prepares a defence. She doesn't know what she's walking into and the guilt makes her imagination go wild.
Still, there's no way out other than down. She has to face them. Ralph is calling her out.
Shauna smells him before she hits the bottom of the stairs. He wears a spicy cologne that pairs well with his style. His sandy hair and light colouring appeal to Shauna. Where Ralph is dark, Fred is light. Shauna conjures a random image of burying her face in his armpits and breathing deeply while the doctor manhandles her body. It makes her instantly wet. She whispers a prayer of thanks that she selected the black yoga pants and not the gray ones.
"Shauna, it is always a pleasure to see you." Fred smiles and the room dissolves. He's standing in the living room with Ralph. Her eyes flow down and she sees that he's holding a black leather bag.
"Good to see you too, Fred," she flows to him and they embrace. She tries to make it look innocent but it comes off awkward. She thinks that her intentions are made obvious by the flaring crimson glow rising to her face. Her paranoia blossoms and she feels Ralph's eyes crawling upon her. It is maddening to have her attention diverted between the two men; between heaven and hell. Ralph smiles. It sends a shiver down her back. She knows that smile and it is completely out of context. Shauna feels confused and wants to escape. She isn't prepared for how viscerally it hits her to be in close proximity with Fred so soon after her visit to his clinic. Her legs are spaghetti as she slowly backs toward the exit.
"Shauna," calls Fred. She snaps to face him immediately. She would follow his every command. "You don't look well at the moment. You're quite flushed."
"Well, its just..."
"Your visit to my office raised some concerns," says Fred. His mouth is crooked into a friendly smile. He doesn't look angry, and neither does Ralph, for that matter. Her eyes dart between the two men. She swallows, unsure what to say.
"What concerns, Doctor?" asks Ralph. The tone in his voice raises alarm bells with Shauna, but she can't see far enough ahead to know what's coming. She knows she has to play along, whatever the fuck this turns out to be. She sighs. Before she can answer, Doctor Fred intervenes.
"Oh Ralph, that's between the patient and me. I mean, Shauna can share everything with her consent, but I'm bound to secrecy until then." He turns to Shauna. "But with your leave, I have been considering your condition for the past week. As I said that day, I don't normally do house calls, but I'd break that rule for you."
Shauna laughs out loud. "Is that what this is then? A house call?"
"Yes dear," pipes in Ralph, "I had to deceive you because I knew you'd never go along with it." His expression suddenly turns dark. There it is, she thinks. There's the other shoe dropping. Ralph assumes a serious demeanour and whispers,"He's worried about your health, Shauna. He didn't want to wait to next week to examine you. There's something he's concerned with that can't wait." A shiver runs through her. This was not what she expected. Not by a long shot. She's stunned and having difficulty thinking clearly. Her nose fills with Fred's cologne and any semblance of cogent thought goes out the window.
"Ralph, where can I set up. Someplace comfortable, please."
Ralph thinks, "I assume you'll want her to lay down?" Fred nods. "Come to the spare bedroom." Ralph leads them there while Shauna breathes a quiet prayer that they aren't heading to the master bedroom. She'd just die if Fred saw her granny panties scattered on the floor and the large black dildo sitting on the nightstand.
Fred stops just outside the master bedroom. Shauna's heart races, suddenly fearful that he's going to lead them inside. Instead, he asks her to slip out of her yoga clothes and into a robe, as though she were at the clinic.
"You can have the robe open to the front here though, Shauna," he laughs, "Or really whatever your pleasure may be. Home advantage." She notes that he said, "your pleasure" instead of "your preference". Perhaps he misspoke, but Shauna is compelled to read into every nuance. She knows that she's hyper sensitive to his words and actions, but she needs to know whether the moments they shared at the clinic were genuine. Or at least, she needs to know whether she imagined them or read too much into the steamy looks and brief touches.
Shauna beelines for a silky pink kimono they picked up in Japan a few years earlier. It barely covers the bottom of her ass. It's perfect. She finds the two men chatting quietly in the spare bedroom. Ralph has laid out towels and a pristine white bed sheet to contribute to a more clinical atmosphere. It feels surreal as she enters the room. This is not how she envisioned a 'house call' with Fred, but she's grateful to feel him near. Her body resonates with his presence as her skin tingles. Her pussy started dripping the moment she learned he was coming over. It's been on full faucet mode since his smell filled her nostrils and his heat warmed her presence. So close and yet so far, she thinks. If there was ever a time for Ralph to be called away on emergency, this was it!
"Why don't you get comfortable, Shauna," Fred sweeps his hand across the bed. "I know this is somewhat unconventional, but for a close family friend, I must insist."
She shoots Ralph a glance. "Is he going to be here?" She tries to bite back the words, realizing that her tone was harsher than intended. Ralph tosses a sweet and innocent smile in her direction. He gives her his best, 'Who me?' look.
"I would have thought that you'd want him here," says Fred. "It is the man's house, after all, and we want to do our utmost best to assure him that this is entirely professional. Right, Shauna?"
