John Kellerman - Auntie with the hots

"Maybe I don't even need to see a doctor," she sang. But she knew that as soon as she came down from her boozy flying that she'd feel even worse than when she'd awakened that morning. Something was in the air. She had the feeling that her husband was about to have an affair with someone. She'd always thought she was psychic. And while brushing her teeth, she'd felt that familiar urging. The male surge of desire. She hadn't been completely satisfying her husband lately. As if she weren't allowed to think, of her own satisfaction. But that was the way the world was set up. The boy got his goodies first. If the girl happened to luck out, fine. If not, tough titty. Beth giggled again. Her laughter sounded strange and unfamiliar. She didn't laugh much. And she did it always shocked her. Beth put her empty glass in an ashtray in the lobby.

The receptionist gave her a look that said she could smell the booze on her breath.

"Won't you sit down please?" the girl said. "The doctor is running over a few minutes this morning."

Beth tried to read a magazine but couldn't focus on the page, let alone concentrate on what the words meant. She felt like giggling again. Then crying. She took a firm grasp of the chair arms and tried to pull herself together. She hadn't meant to get this sloshed. She'd only wanted to get enough guts to see somebody. For a moment she felt like getting up and getting the hell out of there. But when she stood, she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror at one end of the waiting room. Drunk as she was she looked fine. Her expensive silken dress showed off her willowy form to its best advantage. She didn't look skinny now, just tastefully thin. Her small, high breasts were perfect. The receptionist was staring at her when she turned to find her seat again.

"Is everything all right, Mrs. Henderson?"

"Oh sure," she said, voice unnaturally high. "I'm just a little sloshed." She gave the girl a stupid grin and plopped back too hard into the seat. The door opened and Phil Barnaby was looking at her. Thank God he wasn't wearing a stethoscope, Beth thought. If he had been, she would have broken out laughing.

"Hi Phil," she said, wobbling towards him. Phil exchanged a look with his receptionist and stepped back to let her pass by him. Beth made it somehow and turned as he closed the door behind. Then she lurched into his arms with a sigh.

"Oh Phil, I almost didn't make it."

"Beth, it's a little early to hang one on, isn't it?"

"You don't know the half of it," she said, breaking into gales of laughter now that the tension in the waiting room had passed. She clung to the slim doctor's body. He felt so warm and good. So understanding. At least she didn't feel obligated to him physically like she did with Cal. Phil would understand all that, wouldn't he?

"Why don't you tell me about it."

"Sure. Love to." The room spun. Beth felt that she was getting drunker instead of more sober. She almost fell trying to get to a chair. Then Phil helped her up onto the examination table and sat there with his arm around her waist.

"I usually don't give such personal attention to my patients," he joked, "but you're a fiend. And a good dancer to boot."

"Phil, ohhh God am I drunk."

"You don't need a doctor to find that out."

"It's because I'm so miserable. Cal. We don't make love. We've never made love. I know, I've got a twenty-year-old daughter. That was a miracle. Virgin birth. Right out of the blue." The room swam again and she had to clutch at Phil. She found herself clutching his thigh.

"Hey, slow down. I'd need a tape recorder to get all of this."

Beth went over things as carefully as possible. She even started putting, in the details. Like how huge her husband was. How she'd measured him once. An honest ten, and a half inches. And there was something wrong with her which even made it worse. There was no way in hell that her husband would ever be able to have sex with her. And now he was about to do something to break her heart.

"Adultery isn't the end of the world," Phil said, rubbing her back gently. She had collapsed with her head in his lap and he was petting her, talking quietly to her.

"I do everything he wants," she went on, still sobbing. "I do it to him with my mouth. But last time he got too rough. He choked me half to death." Beth was surprised to feel Phil Barnaby's crotch tighten. Maybe it was the way she'd been rolling her head around and talking all this nonsense. But she'd thought that doctors were different somehow.

"Hmmmm," he said at last, making her sit up again. "I think we'd better take first things first."

"Oh Phil, what am I going to do?"

"You're going to have a pelvic examination for a starter." He started for the door. "I'll call the nurse to get you ready."

"Oh, Phil, I don't want a woman in here with me." She clutched her dress. She could see that he really did have a hard-on. A beautiful hard-on. Beth knew that she always liked a man's cock as long as it was inside his pants. No, that wasn't quite right either. She found herself wondering about Phil Barnaby. She imagined he had a nice slender cock that would fit perfectly into her vagina. God, she sure was drunk.

"You met Barbara. I don't see why…"

"No!" Phil appeared momentarily irritated. Then he smiled and shrugged.

"All right. Take off your dress and panties and get on the table. If were going to do it like this, I guess you don't even need a gown."

It took Beth a little fumbling around but she managed at last to get onto the table and put her legs in the metal stirrups. She felt so vulnerable. Though she'd never been the least bit sexy in a doctor's office before, the liquor had worked wonders. She felt a warm glow between her legs. Maybe it was seeing her doctor sexually excited by her presence. And he had been! It was more than happened with Cal. He treated her like mouth for his cock. A convenient hole to pump his cream into. Phil Barnaby entered the room with a tray of instruments. Beth blushed furiously. Phil put the tray down and turned to look at her.

"Perhaps I should have made you wear a gown after all. You're a very lovely woman, and I think your husband is a fool." His face showed that he'd said too much. Beth felt that he was trying hard to maintain a patient-doctor relationship. She moved her hips on the table. Her inner surfaces were very oily and hot. The months of frustration, of not being able to come really good were clearly showing now. Yes, she wanted to be examined. So someone else on the planet would know her problems.

"This might be a little cold," Phil said leaning down between her legs. The sight of him gazing right up her pussy made Beth giddy. He touched her hair fringed labia and parted them slightly so the instrument would fit in. She trembled and moved her ass in a slow circle. She could feel her juicy folds open. A droplet of lubrication slid down one ass cheek. Phil cleared his throat. His fingers were shaking.

As the hard metal went into her hole, Beth let out a sigh. She'd been ashamed to use anything on herself. Even her own finger. But now it was all okay. It was a doctor doing it. The metal slid easily into her depths. She rocked her hips, unable to keep still now. Deep… soo deep! Why couldn't a man's cock do that? Her husband's cock…

"Ohhhhh," she gasped. "It feels so strange."

"Try to hold still," Phil said, fingers trembling more than ever.

"I… I can't. Ohhhh Phil, you don't know what it's like to have something going inside me!" She bit her bottom lip. Her fingers were squeezing at the edge of the examination table.

"Yes," he said in a doctorly tone. "You are somewhat smaller than normal. It could be a hysterical reaction. Something psychological. I see no abnormal growths. Your body is perfectly normal in every other way. There's no reason…"