I'd known Dr. Chadha for years before I met my husband, years before we married. He was one of the first doctors at the hospital that took me, a young, inexperienced nurse, under his wing. We'd developed a kind of strange relationship that I never discussed with anyone, at first because he was married, and then later because I was married too. We'd never had full-on sexual intercourse. In fact, I never did anything to him. He, on the other hand had free access to my vagina anytime, anywhere.
I told myself that it wasn't sex – it was more like massage. Hospitals have very a stressful environment, and you needed some kind of release. Dr. Chadha had a way with his hands, his fingers. He could slip up behind me unexpectedly and slide his whole hand into my pants with one single movement, like sheathing a dagger. His knowledgeable fingers would skip lightly over my clitoris and find their way to part my dry lips. Then with just a quick thrust, they would open me, and my juices would pour. Whenever he wanted, we'd find a secret place where, with my pants down, he would magically pull multiple orgasms from me in just minutes.
This went on even after David and I married. Like I said, it's just massage. I never even felt guilty about it, because we'd been doing it for so long. In fact, I kind of needed it. David, my husband, was a lot more interested in my "back door" than in my vag. I mean, that's ok with me too, but I would really appreciate some more traditional attention. I'm naturally sub, so there is no way I'd ever suggest him to change. The frustrating part was that David would very often start inside me, then shift to the back door. I always relaxed and let him in, of course. Hey, for a sub, frustration is good too.
But today was different; things changed forever. About halfway through my twelve hour evening shift the doctor gave me that look then glanced quickly at the storeroom we'd used so many times. This was going to be a pants-down pleasure fest, or so I thought.
He left the lights on as the door clicked behind him. No sooner than I'd unzipped and started that sexy wiggle to get my white nurse's pants down, he unzipped too. He brought his full penis into my presence for the first time ever. I'd seen plenty of uncut members as a nurse, but I stared at this erect one as if it was the first.
He was on me in an instant, pushing hard at my dry opening. "Why?" I whispered as he thrust at my lips, missing the mark. He answered with a backhand across my right eye. I saw stars. A second thrust penetrated painfully, and I bit my lip. The third found some moisture there, but not enough for those that followed. It didn't matter, I was wild with desire. Soon we were humping with abandon, and he orgasmed, thrust all the way to my cervix. Then he pulled out, leaving me unsatisfied for the first time in all these years. He zipped up and left without a word.
I was confused. What had I done? How did I bring this out in him ... after six years? I felt ashamed; I felt slutty. And to my utter amazement it all felt right. I deserved what I got. I wiped as much of his semen out of me as I could using a dry paper towel there in the storeroom. I softly touched my cheek just below my right eye. It was warm and puffy.
