Peter Ryan - Sex clinic wife

"Oh, I'm willing Doctor Parker… I'm very willing!"

"Well, we'll see. First let me tell you something about the clinic."

Darlene listened attentively as the director of the clinic recited his speech, one that was very like those he had used with the other applicants. The fact that the clinic dealt in sexual problems didn't bother her very much, but when he mentioned that the solutions were not just talked about, but actively, physically, tested, she began to get worried.

"Now, I haven't mentioned the salary yet, Darlene, but it is a good wage…" she heard him continue. "But, before we go any further, there is one final 'test' you must pass. As a matter of course here in your work, you will often see people in states of undress or completely naked… and so you'll have to get used to seeing nudity."

"B-But…"

Abruptly then, the lecherous Doctor rose from behind the desk and she heard the soft sound of a zipper being undone as he continued. "I just want to be sure that you will be right for the job, my dear, so I must see your reaction to seeing my penis… that's all, my dear, just look at me." Casually, he reached inside his now unzipped pants and pulled his semi-erect cock out into the open. His hand, engulfing the shaft, slid downward, then upward again, causing it to stiffen perceptibly.

Darlene stared in horrified shock as the lecherous Doctor pumped the shaft of his cock, back and forth, until it stood out at a lewd forty-five degree angle, pulsating and bobbing wickedly toward her.

Oh, my God! her mind reeled. Look at that! It's so evil… I can't look… I mustn't… Oh God! Unconsciously, she began t… rub her thighs together, her pussy beginning to tingle from her rising excitement. Her eyes remained glued to the obscene sight, as the Sex Clinic director continued to pump his rigidly swollen prick; on the down stroke leaving the bloated purplish head nakedly sleek, and on the upstroke, using a gently milking motion that caused a milky pearl of precum to pool lewdly at the tiny split in the tip. For a moment, Parker allowed his cock to stand free, and it jerked and throbbed in an obscene dance as if it had a life of its own. The tiny eye in the head of the pulsating rod winked at her, beckoning at her to come and taste its delightful flavor…

Suddenly, Parker sat down, removing from her delighted gaze the sight of his lust-inciting cock. "There, my dear," he panted hoarsely, "I think that's enough… You have shown me that you can handle yourself adequately in this type of job."

Bewildered, the lovely young nurse tore her eyes from the spot where she had recently stared at the throbbing purplish cock. "Oh, uh, excuse me?" she answered vaguely. Somehow, she managed to focus on her prospective employer's face.

"I said, my dear, that you are just right for the job… You're hired."

"Oh, Doctor Parker, thank you… thank you very much!"

He turned away and picked up a handful of medical records. "Now, if you'll excuse me… Oh, and report for work tomorrow morning at ten o'clock."

It was nearly six in the evening when Roger let himself into the apartment. Sheepishly, he hung up his coat in the hail closet before entering the living room. "Darlene," he called, "I'm home."

"I'm in the bedroom, honey," she returned cheerfully. "Just a moment!"

Bedroom? What the hell is she doting in there at dinnertime?

"By the way, darling," she called. "I thought you'd be happy to hear that I got the job!"

What job? Oh, yeah, the one at that clinic! "That's nice, honey, real nice." He plopped down on the sofa and heaved a deep sigh. It's so good to relax for awhile… been hitting those books kinda hard lately, he mused.

"What took you so long?" Darlene sang from the bedroom.

"Oh, you know, I was studying so hard that I lost track of the time… the librarian had to kick me out at closing time."

"Oh?"

In the bedroom, Darlene was preparing herself for what she hoped would be a very satisfying evening. The memory of what she had witnessed at the Parker Clinic had remained with her and kept her in a prodigious state of agitation all afternoon, and even now she felt a wanton tremor of excitement between her legs. She liked sex, she really did, and it had been virtually impossible for her to not show her disappointment at their abstinence from sex. My God, she thought in astonishment, three weeks… it's been three whole weeks!

She stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring herself – the way the filmy see-through lounging dress she had chosen to wear caressed her velvet white flesh, still moist from her bath. Her hands on her hips, she sucked in her breath slightly, and blew her reflection a kiss over her shoulder. Almost narcissistically, she admired her breathtaking pale loveliness stretched smoothly, almost willowy, over her diminutive frame. About the only thing in the least way grotesque about her appearance was the size of her bustline… and Roger had never had any complaints there! Fully the size of ripened cantaloupes, they rode high and elastically proud on her chest. Yet, despite the firmness of youth, a certain degree of sag was inevitable because of their sheer bulk; but oddly, the sag seemed to enhance the angle at which her puffy pink nipples perked up and strained against the transparent material of her lounge dress.

"What are you doing in there?" came her husband's voice from the living room.

"Oh, nothing, Roger," she called, her reverie broken. Then, "Please come in here, darling!"

Oh hell, what does she want? He grumbled to himself as he pushed his tired body up from the couch and walked down the short hail to the bedroom.

He stood there in the doorway, mouth agape, staring at the lust-throbbing sight of his lovely wife dressed so sexily.

"Well?" Darlene mocked. "Are you going to stand there all night with your mouth open, or what?"

Despite his fatigue, Roger felt his penis begin to thicken ponderously beneath his shorts, and, and closing the distance between them in three long strides, he took Darlene in his arms and crushed her luscious white body tightly against his own. He kissed her passionately, his tongue probing wetly into her mouth, and felt her melt against his chest in erotic response.

He could feel the distended points of her nipples spiking against his chest, even through the material of their clothing, and knew instinctively that she was already wet between her legs. Wordlessly, he pushed her down on the edge of the mattress, and they leaned back together without, breaking their kiss. Then, in a flurry of fingers, they undressed each other until both reclined nakedly, their clothing in a heap at the foot of the bed.

"Oh, Roger… Roger!" Darlene breathed passionately as her hand groped between her husband's legs for his now fully erect cock. "Make it good, darling!… Make it last, Roger!"

The young law student searched for, and found, his wife's own pubic area with his hand, and unceremoniously thrust his middle finger deep into her passion-slickened pussy.

"Oh God, yes, Roger! Like thaaat!" she flinched.

Quickly, the young student rolled his rangy, muscular form on top of his squirming young wife. With the one finger still sawing viciously across her distended pink clitoris, he raised his free hand to one breast and lowered his head to the other. Cruelly, he mauled and chewed and sucked on her soft breasts, bringing excited mewls of pleasure gurgling to her lips.

"Yes, darling! Bite them! Squeeze them!" she cried out in her delirium as she continued to jack him off softly with her hand. "Treat me like… like a whore!"

His fingers left her pussy then, even as he raised his lips to kiss her once again. Then, she felt the lips of her cunt being spread below, with thumb and forefinger, as he laid the tender pink flesh of her interior open for assault. "Ready, honey," he choked above her, passionately. "Are you ready for a fucking?"