The hallway light flickered dimly. My wife buzzed the neighbor doctor’s door, late already. Heart racing from the empty corridor echo. Door creaks open. Secretary smiles wide, tight skirt hugging knees, fishnets, white blouse. Odd outfit. ‘Doctor will see you. Wait here.’ Wife sinks into chair. Pages flip in old magazine. Footsteps fade. Parquet groans under heels.
Consult door swings. Doctor in white coat nods. ‘Come in.’ Wife sits. Leather chair sighs. ‘Back pain?’ ‘Yes, lower.’ ‘Undress.’ She shrugs off blouse, bra. Naked easy for docs. Hands on shoulders. Fingers probe spine. Firm. ‘Here?’ Thumbs dig hips. ‘Ah, yes.’ Groan slips. ‘Skirt off.’ String thong peeks. She blushes. Bends over. String rides up, teases shaved hole. Delicious slide.
The Contact
Hands hunt pelvis. ‘Table, now.’ Leg up, folded to belly. Muscles stretch. Pain fades. Breath hot on tit. Nipple hardens. String shifts, pussy flashes. ‘Relax.’ Other leg. Basin presses. Blouse brushes clit. Pulse jumps. Fear mixes heat. Fingers sneak string aside. She adjusts, sly.
‘Turn. Doggy.’ Back arches. Hand under belly. Stretch. Thumbs circle tailbone. Glide under string, crack. Knock echoes. Door cracks. Secretary slips in. Light slits under frame. Wife cranes neck. Exposed. ‘Mrs. X insists.’ Doctor sighs. ‘Stay put. Good for you.’ Door clicks shut.
‘Better?’ Secretary purrs. ‘A bit.’ ‘Sexy like this. Love strings too. Rubs ass just right.’ Blouse gaps. Heavy tits spill, dark nipples swollen. Hand tweaks own breast. Wife glances. Soft hand cups cheek. Warm. ‘Doc teaches massage.’
Door bangs. Doctor back. ‘Christine, like this.’ Strong hands knead ass. Thumbs deep. Wife sighs, arches. ‘See? She bucks.’ Breath fans crack. ‘Look, shaved pussy drips.’ Fingers lift string. Trace perineum. Dip slit. Index swirls juice. Wife melts.
Secretary skirt gone. Garter belt, sheer black thong. Fingers dive own crotch. ‘So hot.’ Doctor blouse flaps open. Bare, huge tits mash secretary’s. Kiss hungry. Tongues dance. ‘Savor her.’ Secretary sucks tit. Finger presses wife’s soaked perineum. She yields.
The Indiscretion
Secretary grabs scissors. Cold steel nicks skin. Snip string at ass, waist. Thong drops. Tip traces crack, teases finger in pussy. ‘Love her shaved pucker.’ Tongue laps anus. Soft flicks. Wife spreads. Deeper. Index quits cunt, rims ass. Slow push. Full knuckle. Mmm. Thumb in pussy. Double stuffed. Wife bucks. ‘Good?’
‘Tits on her hip.’ Heavy breasts warm flank. Fingers ram ass deeper. ‘Lick me, slut.’ Secretary kneels, dives doctor’s ass. ‘Yes, bitch!’ Doctor knees table, under wife. Ass fuck intensifies.
‘Fuck her too.’ Strap-ons gleam, lubed black. Secretary flats back. Wife straddles. Guides fat dildo home. Squelch. Balls deep. Hips grind. Slaps echo soft. Second cock nudges ass. Slides easy. Double penetration. Thrusts sync, then stagger. Cries muffled. Tits mauled. Fingers gag mouth. Suck hard. Orgasm rips. Spasms quake. Endless.
They unhitch. Stand wide. Rams dildos in own cunts. Frantic. ‘Slut!’ ‘Whore!’ Cum screams hushed. Tangle on rug, kiss deep.
The Silence
Wife dresses slow. Eyes locked. Door whispers shut. Hallway dead. Parquet creaks under feet. Stairs groan. Neighbor door passes. Shadow stirs? Heart hammers. Home safe. Secret burns. Never alone again. Shame? Pure bliss.