Don Scott - The doctor_s horny wife

Will got to his feet and approached Christina, making straight for her plump tits.

"Forget it, Will. I'm not in the mood." And with that, Christina turned on her heel and walked to the bathroom hoping like hell that she had turned Will on. It would do him good to get horny and not have a woman around to service his hard prick.

When she got out of the shower, Christina found a note saying that her husband thought she was quite the snippy bitch, and he was going to the hospital. Christina figured Betty was working the shift and wondered in whose room the two would soon be fucking.

Though it was against her better judgment, Christina quickly dried her hair, slipped into one of the slinky dresses she had just bought, and drove to the hospital. It might not be the time to tell Will that he wasn't as sneaky as he thought he was, but it was time to introduce herself to her competitor.

Christina turned everybody's head when she stepped into the hospital and headed for the administrator's office. Wearing a white silk dress cut dramatically low at the neck and high on the thighs, she was a vision of feminine beauty.

"Hey, hey, hey!" a black kid, in a wheelchair said as Christina passed him.

After asking several members of the hospital staff where she might locate Betty, Christina discovered that Will, too, was looking for Betty. But, unlike Will, Christina didn't have to hide her intentions. Will had to explain his presence off duty at the hospital; Christina did not.

Christina found Betty in the employee lunch room, sipping a cup of coffee and munching on a roll. She was relieved to find the nurse sitting alone.

"You've got to be careful of what you eat," Christina said casually, sitting across the small table from Betty. "You'll lose your figure if you're not careful."

Betty eyed Christina suspiciously. Will had never showed her a picture of his wife and she had, she wisely assumed, no right to ask any questions about his marital relations.

"I don't believe I've had the honor," Betty said finally, extending her hand.

"It's really not much of an honor," Christina replied, shaking the nurse's hand. "The name's Christina. Christina Mentis. You may not be familiar with the first name, but the last name should ring a bell. You've been fucking and sucking my husband. His name's Will. Perhaps you remember him. Nice guy, sort of quiet, has a big cock."

Betty felt her cheeks getting hot. The embarrassment was greater than she had thought it would be. Whenever she had fucked around with a married man – and there had been so many of them – she had always assumed that sooner or later she'd get caught. But this knowledge hadn't made the confrontation any easier.

Christina could sense the nurse's discomfort, and she reached out, putting her hand over Betty's, and said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to make a scene. In fact, I'm not even going to tell Will I know. At least, not yet. Right now, I just want to know the whole story. Hell, we might become friends."

Betty forced a nervous smile and replied, "Yes… yes, I'd like that."

The two women talked through Betty's coffee break. When it was over, Betty got Christina a white smock so the stewardess could accompany her on the rounds to check the patients. Since Christina had kept a rather low profile at the hospital, very few people would recognize her as Dr. Will Mentis' wife.

Will saw Betty and Christina walking down the hallway, and he knew he was in trouble. Exactly what kind of trouble, he wasn't exactly sure. But he knew he was in trouble. Christina seemed to be talking in such a friendly manner with his lover, Betty. It didn't make sense to him, but then, he didn't expect to find Christina with Betty in the first place.

Betty whispered to Christina as they entered a room, "Just pretend you're a doctor. Look quickly at his chart, mumble something, he can't hear and nod your head. That's all your husband does."

"This is ridiculous," Christina replied with a smile, deciding that playing doctor might be a lot of fun.

In the room, Christina found a distinguished-looking man in his early forties with graying hair and sharp, green eyes that seemed to size up everyone and everything in an instant. As Betty went about her duties, Christina picked up the chart hanging at the foot of the bed.

"Let's see…" she murmured, never really looking at the man. The chart said he was in for problems with an ulcer. "And how are you feeling today?"

"You're not my doctor. Who are you?"

"My name is Doctor Young," Christina replied, still looking at the chart and fighting to keep from smiling. "I'm a specialist in this field. I have some ideas… opinions, if you like, on the matter at hand?"

"I don't understand." The patient sat up in his bed, eyeing Christina.

If nothing else, she was surely the sexiest doctor he had ever seen. Her white smock parted to reveal a white dress with a V neck cut so low that her tits threatened to burst free at any moment.

"I believe that ulcers are, to a great extent, caused by sexual frustration." Christina hung the chart up again and walked to the head of the bed, closer to the patient. "I can't imagine a man as handsome as you experiencing sexual frustrations, but perhaps there is something more… something deep inside your subconscious that is bursting to be let free. And because you hold these subconscious urges back, your stomach takes the brunt of your frustrations."

Betty was standing behind Christina now, jabbing the stewardess in the back with a finger. She wanted to shut Christina up, but that would be pretty difficult without making a scene, and she didn't want the patient to know that Dr. Young was, in fact, a phony.

"Nurse, please step to the other side of the bed," Christina said, her voice sounding sure, authoritative. "I'd like your assistance in this experiment."

"What experiment?" the patient asked, getting nervous. "Hey, Doctor, I don't want to be a guinea pig."

Betty was even more nervous than the patient, but that crazy Christina couldn't be stopped without the patient realizing the whole thing was a hoax. Visions of law suits passed through Betty's mind as she got into position and shivered with fright.

"Sir," Christina said calmly, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I assure you that my experiments are by no means dangerous."

Christina delicately grabbed the sheet covering the man and pulled it down to his feet. He was wearing one of those hideous hospital gowns that open in the back.

"Please excuse the bluntness of this request," Christina said, "but I'd like you to raise your gown above your genitals. I assure you, this is quite important and quite safe."

The patient did at requested, albeit with a great deal of reservation. But just the same, she pulled the gown up to expose his prick and nuts.

"Sir, has it not been a fantasy for you since childhood to go into a hospital and have a sexy doctor and her nurse suck your cock until you blew your nuts off? Have you not dreamed – fantasized, as it were – of coming in such a manner?"

"Well… ah… yeah, I have."

"Then please lie down on the bed. A sitting position is uncomfortable, and your comfort is of the greatest priority in my experiments."

The patient slipped down on the bed, and Christina fluffed his pillow for him, then looked at Betty. Betty's eyes no longer had that hint of fear in them. The nurse had done similar experiments with many patients – both men and women – in her career.

"Watch carefully, nurse," Christina said, grabbing the man's heavy, slumbering cock in her hand. "You'll be judged on your performance later."

"Yes, Doctor."

Christina swept her hair back over her shoulders so Betty and the patient could see what she was doing, then she bent forward and planted several light, smacking kisses on the man's cockhead. She felt his cockshaft throb in her hand, getting harder quickly. After several more wet kisses on his swelling prick knob, his prick was standing up of its own accord.