Peter Ryan - Sex clinic wife

The lusciously built young wife cried out again, as she felt her law student husband's white-hot semen begin to shoot into her moistly yielding pussy, and her long fingernails raked his back as she tried to pull him even closer to her. They struggled to drain the last drop of pleasure from their tempestuous union, and finally all motion ceased as they lay quietly, Roger now half-lying on Darlene's still obscenely hunched body in the overstuffed love seat, and his deflating penis still buried to the hilt in her wetly throbbing pussy.

Then, she felt him slip softly from her vagina.

"Christ, that was good, honey," she heard the compliment for the second time that day. "Thanks a lot!" He got up then, stepping into his trousers, and leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips.

He turned then, and moved down the hall. "I think I'll go take a nap," he threw back over his shoulder at her as he headed for the bedroom. "Wanna come?"

"No thanks, darling," she replied, sitting up to watch as he walked down the hallway.

For a single fleeting instant, Darlene debated the relative merits of telling Roger about what had happened today at the clinic, then decided quickly against it. After all she reasoned, a girl shouldn't have to tell her husband everything especially, she promised herself, since I won't ever do it again!

The following morning, Darlene awakened happily and began to dress silently in the predawn darkness. Beside her, Roger slept the sleep of the dead, exhausted as he was from three weeks of steady cramming.

She was still ashamed of her weakness the previous day at the Parker Clinic and had every intention of quitting her job when she arrived that morning. Now that Roger was able to function again, she had no more need for daydreams or Lionel Parker.

Not that she hadn't enjoyed it all, she admitted to herself, but now she would have her needs taken care of at home, at least until school started again, and she'd worry about that time when it came.

Her mind made up, she tiptoed down the hallway and into the kitchen. She put on the pot and sat down at the table, half-listening for the sound of the coffee perking as her mind drifted back over the events of the past two days.

She could still visualize clearly her employer, Lionel Parker's, long, thick, throbbing cock as it poised at the entrance to her hungrily accepting vagina. And also permanently imprinted on her brain was the most erotic scene she had ever seen, or would probably ever see in her entire life… Her first pornographic movie, with a blonde girl who looked surprisingly like herself being forced to submit to the most obscene acts she'd ever seen or heard of… and to witness, also for the first time, the act of intercourse in such explicit detail, to see the many masks of lust that distorted the faces of Harold and Anne Ballard. And, just thinking about it all again made the delicate hair-lined lips of her pussy flower open to allow the throbbing pink bud of her clitoris to slip wetly out into the moistly creaming slit…

The sound of the rapidly perking coffee boiling over brought Darlene back to the present, and she hastily rose and moved over to the stove and removed the pot from the burner, a startled gasp escaping from her lips as some of the hot liquid splashed onto her hand. She let the morning coffee perk for a few moments, then poured herself a cup, downing it in small tentative sips. A glance at the kitchen clock told her that she had an hour yet before she was due to leave for work, and she padded quietly through the living room to the front door and retrieved the morning newspaper from the welcome mat. Another cup of coffee and the complete perusal of the paper hastened the passing of time, and her second glance at the clock caused her to exclaim in surprise.

The young nurse rushed into the bathroom and quickly applied her makeup, then ran a brush through her long blonde hair, and grabbed her lightweight coat as she ran out the door on her way to the car.

The roads were already packed with the early morning rush hour traffic, and she concentrated on maneuvering her car swiftly and expertly through the congested streets and intersections. Only once on her way to work did she reconsider her decision to terminate her work at the Parker Clinic, but, shaking her head in the negative, she quickly reaffirmed her previous resolution. There was nothing else she could do in the circumstances, she acknowledged, at least not with a clear mind, and she would stick with it!

"Good morning, Doctor Parker," Jenny smiled seductively at her handsome employer as he entered his private inner office through the back door. "You're here early this morning, aren't you?"

"Morning, Jenny," he replied to her timely greeting. He extracted a handful of medical records from his special filing cabinet. "I have some things to do before my first appointment, Jenny," he hinted for her to leave.

"Oh?" Her curiosity was overwhelming.

"Yes, Jenny," he resigned himself to satisfying her womanly interest. "I'm having one of my 'special' patients in this morning… Dick Jenkins."

"Dick Jenkins!" she exclaimed. "Isn't that the super fat guy that's been in a couple of times… the one with a cock like a horse?" she remembered.

"Yes, that's him," Parker answered. "But, in addition to being obese and hung, he also indulges in a special practice… he likes Greek."

Jenny's jaw dropped in astonishment. "With a prick like that, and his specialty is Greek!… How in the world are you going to fix him up?"

Lionel Parker's face broke into a very secret smile. "Don't worry, Jenny… I have something in mind… something very special, indeed!"

"Good morning, Darlene… Are you rested and ready for another day?" Dr. Lionel Parker's face broke into a deceptively kind smile. "I hope you are, my dear, because we have some interesting patients coming in today."

"Uh, good morning, Doctor Parker," Darlene couldn't meet his eyes, and she glanced down at her shoes like a shame-faced kid caught doing something wrong. God, she thought desperately, is this ever going to be hard to do… I know he won't like it one bit! She determinedly set her shoulders, and marched into his private inner office, quietly shutting the door behind her. "Doctor Parker, if you have a moment, I'd like to talk to you."

"Certainly, Darlene," he leaned back in his chair. "What did you want to talk to me about?"

"Well, uh… I don't want you to think I'm ungrateful, Doctor. I really do like the job and the Clinic is just beautiful to work in… And I really appreciate the fact that you didn't hold my inexperience in years on the job against me. But, I just can't work here any more. I'm afraid I'm going to have to quit!"

The smile faded a little from his thin sardonic face. "Oh, really?" He pushed his chair back from the desk. "Why?"

"I, uh…"

"Does it have anything to do with what happened yesterday?"

"A little, Doctor… plus, my husband doesn't want me to work!" she blurted out the rash lie.

"Oh, really?" he repeated, plainly showing his disbelief at her white lie. "Why not?"

Darlene stammered aimlessly as she tried to think of a coherently convincing reason in answer to his question. She finally gave up and replied, "Because he doesn't want me working anymore!" She glared at him defiantly, squirming slightly under his direct, steady gaze.

"And what if I don't want you to quit?"

"I don't care. Doctor Parker, I won't work you can't make me!"

"Oh? Are you sure?… Would you like to reconsider, Darlene?" He smiled at her, a gentle understanding smile that made her feel ashamed of her defiance.

"No!" She kept up the brave front, knowing that if she softened in response to the apparently sincere concern that was evident on his face, she would lose her determination and give in to him.