My wife Laura and I had only been married for three weeks when we moved into our new condo. We were really excited about it, the building was in a great location, it had security and all the amenities we wanted, and the neighbors were really nice. Once we got settled in we held a small party and invited all our neighbors, just to get to know everyone. At the party we made friends with a nice man named Robert that lived on floor below us.
Robert was in his mid fifties, which seemed much older than my wife and I, as we were in our early twenties. He had a very friendly demeanor and genuine personality. I invited him back to watch the game that weekend and he agreed.
The day of the game Laura went out to run some errands while I stayed in to watch the game with Robert. “Call me Bob”, he told me quickly, and so I did. During the commercials we would talk, and at one point he Laura got home with bags full of things we needed for the condo. She sneaked down the hall to the bedroom and left us alone in the living room.
“You sure have a pretty wife”, Bob said. I thanked him. “Are you sure you’re satisfying her?”, he asked.
Shocked at his bluntness I stammered a bit before shooting back, “What are you talking about?”
“She was carrying a small bag from the adult store down by the mall”. I hadn’t even noticed. “Looks like it had a toy inside, and it looked like she was trying to hide it from you. That means she’s using toys to satisfy herself. Which means you”, he paused briefly, “aren’t. I live below you, which means I can hear most of what goes on in here, and if you were satisfying her I would hear it”.
I didn’t know how to respond, but I was about to ask him to leave. All I could managed was, “My wife is satisfied”.
“Oh yeah? Tell you what”, he said during the next set of commercials, “I bet you she isn’t”.
“I… um, okay”, I replied. “What are we betting”.
“If I’m right, I get to teach you how to satisfy her”.
That didn’t sound so bad, “And if you’re wrong Bob?" I was confident that my wife enjoyed our sex life.
Bob pulled a wad of dollar bills out of his pocket, set it on the table and said, "That’s one hundred dollars right there. Yours, if I’m wrong”.
“You’re on”, I said with confidence.
“Well there’s only one person that can settle this”. With that he muted the television and shouted down the hallway, “Hey Laura! Got a minute?”
My wife joined us in the living room and said, “Sure, what’s up?”
Bob motioned for her to sit down and said, “Your husband here thinks that he satisfies you”. Laura looked surprised, but Bob continued anyway, “I bet him that he doesn’t”. He picked up the wad of money from the table and waved it at her. “Now there’s a lot of money riding on this, so you need to be honest. Does he satisfy you sexually?”
Laura hesitated for a minute before responding, “Not really, no”. Bob laughed, I’m certain that I looked shocked, and my wife said, “Wait, did we lose? We don’t have that kind of money to be betting!" She sounded angry with me.
I was about to explain when Bob cut me off, "Your husband didn’t bet money, I did”.
“What did he bet then?”, Laura asked.
“He lost, so I get to teach him how to satisfy you”.
“What does that mean?”, my wife asked.
“That means you should go get that bag you got from the adult store, and come show us what you bought”. Laura hesitated, and I didn’t know what to say or do. “You’re newlyweds right? So it should be something fun, this should be a very sexually charged time for you”. We both waited to see where he was going. “Laura honey”, he got up and stood next to her. Touching her face gently he finished, “You should be having two or three orgasms every time you’re with your husband. Are you having any?”
Ashamed my wife looked down and shook her head.
“Why don’t we see if we can fix that?”, Bob asked. He helped her stand up from the chair, and directed her down the hall toward the bedroom, before sitting back on the couch next to me. Just before she disappeared into the bedroom Bob said, “Laura! You should bring all the toys you own out here for your husband to see, and change into something sexy”.
Honestly, the thought of getting my wife more into sex was thrilling to me. Laura rarely seemed interested, and if it took Bob coaching us from the sidelines then so be it. A few minutes later my wife came out of the bedroom. She was wearing a sheer black nightie over a lacy black bra and panties, matching garter, stockings, and heels.
With her were two toys, a long pink dildo which I knew she owned, and a small, white egg shaped thing that I didn’t know about. Bob started complimenting her on how great she looked, how beautiful she was, and how he would help her. “Why don’t you sit down and show us how you use those”, Bob said. Laura shook her head reluctantly. “Laura honey, I’m trying to help you out here”. He sounded very calm and reassuring. “I need to know where the problems are before I can show you how to fix them. You want them fixed right?”
My wife nodded in agreement. “If you don’t want to show us how you get off, then I think there’s only one other way”. There was a short pause, and I wasn’t sure what the silence was for or what everyone else was thinking. I sat there wondering until my wife nodded again. Bob took her hand and led her down the hall toward the bedroom. Curious, I followed.
Once inside the bedroom Bob motioned for me to sit down in a chair while he helped Laura sit on the edge of the bed. Standing right in front of her he said, “Alright honey, let’s make sure you can actually have an orgasm with a man”. With that he dropped to his knees in front of her, put a hand on each of her knees, and pushed her legs apart.
As he leaned his head in I jumped up and yelled, “Hey! Wait a minute!”
He leaned back and said, “What? I need to know if she can orgasm with a man, and you obviously can’t make that happen. We can’t fix anything until we know what the problem is”. When it was obvious that I was going to protest again Bob asked my wife, “Do you want me to stop?”
We both paused and waited for her to answer, it took her a minute, but eventually my wife said, “No”. I was shocked and aroused at the same time, we’d never really talked about exploring sexually, much less bringing in other people, but I did like this side of my wife.
It was all Bob needed to hear, he leaned his head in toward her lacy, black panties, his hands sliding up her thighs at the same time. His hand yanked her panties aside, a finger from his other hand penetrating her moist lips, and then his mouth making contact with her clit. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but it was kind of obvious how my wife felt. Laura’s head was back, her eyes were closed, and her mouth was hanging open slightly. A look of pleasure was slowly working its way onto her face.
Bob continued pumping a finger in and out of my wife’s pussy as he licked furiously on her clit. Laura was moaning louder and louder, leaning back on her elbows. A second finger joined Bob’s first, and having two fingers inside her made my wife moan louder. My dick was getting hard in my pants watching. It was obvious that Bob and my wife were enjoying themselves.
“Yes… yes… yes…”, Laura was chanting with a look of concentration on her face. She fell silent for a moment, holding her breath, and then she started shaking. A long, loud moan escaped her, turning into a yell, and she shook so hard that the entire bed vibrated. Her arms gave out beneath her and she fell back onto the bed. “Ohhh fuuuck!”, she yelled.
To call it an orgasm would be an understatement, but it was obvious that she was cumming. Bob though did not let up, he continued his facial assault on my wife’s pussy. “Oh shit, shit, shit”, she chanted as her orgasm kept going. After nearly two minutes she finally stopped cumming, moaning softly and breathing heavy.
Bob sat back, rubbing her thighs gently, and asked, “How was that?”
“Holy shit”, she said.
“Alright”, he said looking at me, “How about you give that a shot?”
I got up from the chair and moved between my wife’s knees on the bed. She was looking down at me, leaning on her elbows again, as I started eating her out. Just like Bob did I stuck a finger inside her pussy and licked back and forth on what I thought was her clit. After a few minutes Laura had not cum yet, so I rolled my eyes upward to look at her. She wasn’t looking at me anymore, she was looking across the room.
So I turned my head, as much as I could without taking my mouth off her, to see what she was looking at. Bob had sat down in the chair, his pants were undone, and he was stroking his dick. It was huge and sticking straight up out of his lap toward the ceiling. My wife was staring at him.
Another minute went by and I heard Bob, “I don’t think it’s going to happen. Laura?”
“No”, she cooed softly.
“We should try something else then, to help your husband’s technique”, he replied.
“Okay”, she said.
“Alright”, I said now willing to learn anything that would help. I wanted to be able to give my wife orgasms like she’d just had.
Bob got up from the chair and came to the edge of the bed. “Are your breasts sensitive?”, he asked. She only nodded in response. I went back to the chair, and like Bob I freed my dick from my pants to stroke it as I watched. Unable to help myself, I made a quick mental comparison of his dick to mine, and thought mine was rather small. “How about we see which parts of your body are sensitive and can help you get aroused”.
He started running his hands over her body, especially her breasts, pushing her bra down to get at them better. One of his hands slipped down her body to her pussy, where he gently probed her lips and rubbed her clit. In less than a minute she was squirming on the bed under his hands and moaning. I was so turned on that my dick was harder then it had ever been.
Laura reached up and grabbed Bob’s cock, it was still hard and had been hanging over her as he touched her. I wasn’t expecting her to do that, it wouldn’t help me learn anything, but at that point I thought it best not to interrupt. Her hand was barely able to wrap around his shaft, and fascinated, she started to slowly jerk back and forth. He leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue. A long, soft moan escaped her lips.
She continued jerking his cock as he leaned up and kissed her on the lips. I could see their tongues tangling, could hear her moaning, and I started to feel a bit uncomfortable. Bob slipped his hand lower, pushing into her pussy with one finger while his other rubbed her asshole gently. Laura’s eye popped open in surprise as he probed her ass with a finger, but instead of stopping him she only moaned louder through their kiss, her eyes locked on his.
Bob picked her up, moved her farther up on the bed, and then lay down beside her in something close to a sixty-nine position. He moved his head back between her legs, spreading her pussy lips with one hand so he could get his lips wrapped around her clit, while his other hand continued to play with her asshole. It took no time at all before my wife was moaning and squirming again, locking her legs around his head and rocking back and forth on his hands and tongue.
It was all more than I could stand, watching my wife in such pleasure, and I started cumming. I blew my load all over my chest and legs, making a big mess of myself. It was an amazingly hard orgasm, my dick jerked multiple times, and my balls tightened. Neither of them seemed to notice, and now with a big mess on my chest, I needed something to clean myself. So I got up and went into the bathroom where I washed my cum off and wiped myself dry.
When I came back into the bedroom Bob was laying on his back and my wife had rolled over on top of him, her legs were spread wide and resting on either side of his head. His tongue was flicking up and down across her clit, two fingers buried in her cunt, and a third in her ass. I watched for a minute, fascinated and enthralled, until I realized what else was happening.
A quick step to the side and I could see my wife sucking Bob’s dick. Her head was moving up and down his shaft, taking as much of it as she could with enthusiasm. She jerked one hand up and down in time with her mouth while her other hand massaged his balls. That was more than I was comfortable with.
“Wait, what…”, I started to protest, but I was cut off by Laura’s orgasm. She screamed so loud she drowned me out, and although her head came up off Bob’s dick she never let go of it. It lasted forever, her hips driving down onto his face so hard I was afraid she’d smother him.
When she finally finished cumming she collapsed onto the bed next to him, breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling. Bob asked, “How was that? You ever cum that hard before?”
“No”, she answered between breaths, “Never like that. Never twice.”
Bob looked up at me, “Could you go get us some water from the kitchen? I think we’re going to need it.”
“Alright”, I answered stunned. As I went down to the hall and into the kitchen, I felt slightly relieved that things were now over, it had gone far enough. Though I was looking forward to laying with my wife in a sixty-nine and doing what they had just done. The thought was enough to start getting me hard again, even if Bob was going to watch. I was getting three bottles of water out of the fridge when I heard Laura start moaning again. ‘Again?’, I thought.
As I walked down the hall toward the bedroom her noises got louder, and I could hear her yelling in rhythm, “Shit! Shit! Shit!" And even though deep down I knew what was happening, when I opened the door I wasn’t prepared for what I saw.
Laura was on her back, now moaning so loud I was afraid that everyone in the building could hear her. Bob was on top of her, pounding his big dick in and out of her pussy, their bodies slapping together furiously. Laura was having another orgasm that seemed to build with each of Bob’s thrusts and her moans, more like shouts, continued at a fevered volume. Her legs were hooked over his arms, bent at the knees, and when he would rock forward into her it caused her feet and ankles to kick up toward her head.
It was so energetic, their bodies flailing, sweat dripping, Bob moaning, my wife yelling, his dick slamming into her pussy so hard I feared she might get hurt, and I wasn’t a part of it. Jealously and anger took hold of me, and I dropped the water in the chair intent on shoving Bob off my wife. As I leaned in to try and break them up though my wife’s foot shot up and caught me on the side of the head.
For a moment my vision went black and I reeled, dazed. When I was clear again, they were still humping hard and fast, so I leaned in for another try at dislodging Bob, trying to avoid accidentally getting kicked by my wife again. It was tough, Bob wasn’t slowing his pace and Laura’s feet were flailing wildly.
Again I got kicked, my wife’s foot hit me square in the head. There was a bit of pain this time in addition to the shock, so I fell backward off the bed and onto the floor. When I stood up she screamed at me, "Fuck off!" Surprised, I just stood there not sure what to say or do. Laura made eye contact with me briefly and screamed again, "Go the fuck away!”
Never before had I heard her cuss like that. Bob hadn’t slowed his pace at all, it was unbelievable, but not even breathless he said to me, “Better do as she says man.”
My mouth hung open, I wanted to protest, but before I could find words my wife screamed, “Can’t you see I’m busy getting fucked?" I took a step back feeling hurt and she yelled, "Yes! Go! Let me enjoy this big dick! Let me get fucked by a real dick!”
“But…”, I tried to say anything but emotions were flooding me, “I can’t… stand…”
“Then go watch your fucking game!”, she yelled.
“Best give her space”, Bob said chuckling, “This will take a while.”
I backed off into the hallway, defeated, pulling the bedroom door mostly closed. As I moved toward the living room feeling numb I heard her yell, “Now fuck me! Fuck me! Really give it to me! Come on!" She trailed off into primal moans and screams. For almost ten minutes I tried sitting in the living room, but I couldn’t escape the sounds. There were no breaks, no changes, only my wife’s screams as she went from orgasm to orgasm.
Finally I decided that I’d rather be in the bedroom so I could know what was happening, because not knowing was worse. So I went back down the hall and into the bedroom, neither of them noticed me at all. I sat down in the chair for a lack of anywhere else to sit. They were still in the same position except my wife had moved her legs and had her ankles locked behind Bob’s waist. It only lasted another couple of minutes, before Bob finally stopped pumping.
Any thoughts I had about it being the end were destroyed when Bob said, "Alright honey, let’s try another position and see if that works." He rolled her over onto her belly and pushed himself down onto her, his dick between her spread legs, using his weight to hold her to the bed. With a quick hip thrust forward his dick slipped inside her, and they immediately resumed their fucking motions.
They fucked for almost an hour in countless positions. Her on all fours, sitting on him forward and backward, her bent over the bed, laying beside each other, and finally with him kneeling between her legs with her hips propped up on two pillows. Each positions lasted forever, my wife cumming so many times I lost count. In almost every position Bob had a finger buried in my wife’s ass as he fucked her, it only seemed to make her cum harder. I was so turned on by it all that I managed to jerk off twice more, once sitting in the chair and once in the bathroom just listening to them.
Laura yelled loudly every time she came, announcing that she was cumming, telling Bob how much she loved fucking, that she loved his big dick, and how good he made her feel. When Bob finally came he had his dick buried inside her and pushed as deep as he could. His balls tensed again and again, emptying his load into her bare pussy.
After they’d both calmed down he used two fingers to rub and pinch her clit, while still holding his half hard cock inside her. It wasn’t something she was expecting, because she jumped and screamed her way into another orgasm. Finally she had to grab his wrist with both her hands and stop him, "Oh God”, she was breathless, “That’s too much.”
“Well Laura”, Bob asked, “Was that good?”
“Fuck yes!”, she answered, “How do you stay hard that long?”
“Gotta know how to please a woman”, he replied.
“Holy crap…”, was her breathless response.
A few minutes later she got up from the bed and went into the bathroom where she started to shower. Bob got dressed, and I sat there unsure what to say or do. I felt completed deflated, empty inside. Without saying anything, Bob left. When my wife came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, she looked around then asked, “Where’s Bob?”
“He left”, I answered. Laura looked disappointed, and simply got dressed. The rest of the night was uneventful, she acted like nothing had happened, though she did go to bed early. In the days that followed I tried to make love to my wife a few times, but she never seemed satisfied. Our love making had not only failed to gain anything, but seemed to lose something.
My doctor had recommended therapeutic massages for my condition, to help me relax and to help ease my muscle pain. I was uncomfortable with the idea of going to a spa though, so I talked to a friend of mine and she recommended a massage service that comes to your home. She seemed rather enthusiastic about it, smiling big when she told me about them. My husband thought it was a good idea, whatever made me comfortable and helped me out he said.
So I called them up and asked for one therapist to come to my house, scheduled a date, and then they asked me if I preferred a female or a male. I hadn’t thought about it, “Male”, I said unsure.
“And what type of massage were you looking for?”, the receptionist asked me.
I hadn’t thought about that either, so I asked, “What are my choices?”
“Swedish, Full Body, Shiatsu, Deep Tissue, Relaxation, and Aromatic”.
Relaxation sounded exactly like what my doctor had ordered, so I asked for that. They told me the price, and that was it. All I had to do was wait.
The following day I cleared a space in the living room, knowing they’d be setting up a massage table, and took a shower right before the appointment. I was drying off from the shower when the doorbell rang, I was running a little late and they were running a little early. So wrapped my hair up in a towel, wrapped a towel around myself, and ran down to get the door.
On the other side of the door was a gorgeous man, well built body, great smile, warm eyes, tanned skin, and a soft voice. “I’m Brad”, he introduced himself, “You must be Mrs. Wilson?”
I’m a petite woman, and I was a little intimidated to let him in when I was alone. But he showed me his business card from the massage company, he was carrying a folded up table in a bag, and had a backpack with him. Still a little unsure of the whole massage thing, I let him in and showed him to the living room where he began to set up his table. We had a short conversation about it being my first massage, and what I needed it for.
“Um… I’m going to go upstairs and get changed, I’ll be right back”, I said.
“Oh, there’s no need for that”, he said smiling. “I’ll cover you with a towel for the massage, so you’ll be more comfortable the way you are”. Sure enough he pulled two towels out of his bag, and then a sheet which he covered the table with. “If you’d be more comfortable, I can leave the room while you get situated. Or I can hold the towel up”. He demonstrated by holding the towel up to block his view of the table.
“Okay”, I said shyly. As he held the towel up I slowly took my towel off, and then the one from my hair. Completely naked I laid down on the table, face down. Once I was down her covered my ass with the towel, folding it neatly. Then he asked, “Are you comfortable?”
“Yes”, I replied. The table was warm, the sheet was soft, the towel was soft, and it all felt really nice and relaxing.
He started by rubbing my back lightly, touching and pushing in various places, feeling for knotted muscles, and then he worked his way down my back to my thighs and calves. For a minute he even rubbed my feet, and I was starting to really enjoy my first massage.
“Alright”, he said softly, “I think I know where your tension is now, so we can get started”. He pulled a bottle of lotion out of his bag, spreading some in his hands to warm it, and then spreading his hands across my back. It felt amazing, his hands were strong and soft all at the same time.
I lost track of time as he worked his hands over my back, rubbing all my muscles loose, and then his hands worked down toward my ass. “I’m going to work your glutes now”, he said. “If you get uncomfortable just let me know”. Sure enough his hands started circling around the base of my back, moving the towel slightly lower, and then his hands cupped my ass.
It made me feel a bit uncomfortable, but it also did actually loosen up some of the muscles in my back. He kept working on my ass though, rubbing it around in circles, gripping it in his hands, and kneading it. I’d never had a massage before, so I didn’t know what was appropriate and what wasn’t, and even though it seemed a little over the line, I figured he was the professional and knew what he was doing though.
And then I was certain that I felt the tip of one of his fingers slide across my asshole. It was a brief touch, and I wasn’t exactly certain, so I didn’t react. Then he moved his hands to my thighs and started rubbing them, working his way down. Soon he was rubbing my feet, which felt amazing, and then he said, “I’m going to do some leg stretches now”.
Sure enough he started bending my legs, moving them about, crossing them, and gently stretching the muscles. It wasn’t until now that I realized the towel that had been covering my ass was gone. Which meant when he was stretching my legs, I was certain that he had a view of my pussy. If he did, he didn’t say anything though.
He reached for more oil, grabbing the bottle, but with his hands slick he had a little trouble holding onto it. Then when he popped the top open, it slipped and oil spilled out all over his shirt. I gasped, and he said, “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. Just a minute”. Laying there, trying not to expose myself too much, I leaned up and watched as he removed his shirt.
His muscled chest was glistening with oil, and despite myself I inhaled sharply. Not wanting to be rude and stare, I turned and laid back down. “Oh no”, he said exhaling, “It got everywhere”. I was trying not to look, but I heard a zipper and then what I was pretty sure were his pants coming off. So I turned my head slightly, and out of the corner of my eye I could see him standing there wearing only tight, black, bikini style briefs.
There was a huge bulge in the front of them, and he was busy folding up his pants and shirt and setting them on his bag. Again I inhaled, trying not to think about this amazingly hot, nearly naked man standing next to me, all covered in oil. Then he started running his hands over his body, massaging the oil in, and spreading it evenly over himself.
His hands ran down his stomach toward his groin, pausing just above the elastic band of his briefs, and then he looked over at me. It was so sudden that I didn’t have a chance to look away before he caught me watching him. Embarrassed I turned away and put my head back down into the little face pillow. I heard him snap the band of his briefs, and then I felt his hands on my back again.
He rubbed up my shoulders, across my neck, and down my spine. I couldn’t believe the naughty thoughts I was having about this strange man, in the living room of my own house, surrounded by pictures of my husband. Suddenly I noticed his body in front of me, from the position I was laying in I could only see his legs, and he was leaning over me to rub my back and neck.
More than a couple times his body brushed against mine as he hands explored my body. “I’m going to finish working on your glutes”, he said. Seconds later his hands returned to my bare ass, rubbing and kneeing. This time I was certain that I felt one of his fingertips slide across my asshole, it was subtle and quick, but I was certain that’s what it was. Then I thought, ‘Perhaps that’s just what my mind wants to think’. But then it happened again, and I knew with certainty that’s what it was. Despite being upset at this strange man feeling me up, I found the sensation quite arousing.
It happened a couple more times and I found myself starting to anticipate it, knowing now how he moved and when it would happen. That was when I realized that my body was starting to move in response to his explorations, that my hips were moving upward slightly to raise my ass, in anticipation of his fingers rubbing my asshole. I was desperately embarrassed at my body’s betrayal, and hoped that he hadn’t noticed.
On his next pass though his finger rubbed right pass my asshole and lightly brushed the lips of my pussy. There was no mistaking it anymore, he was taking advantage of my nakedness to cope some free feels. I wanted to be upset, but I was only embarrassed. The next time his fingers passed they touched my pussy lips more firmly and a shiver ran through my body.
I knew that my body was aroused, only my mind was trying to fight what was happening. That was when he stopped touching me and said, “Alright Mrs. Wilson, I need you to go ahead and turn over for the next phase of your massage”.
Hesitantly I thought, 'Surely he can’t want me to roll over completely naked like this’. Part of me knew that’s exactly what he wanted me to do, and part of me wanted to. So I leaned up slightly and turned to look at him. He was still wearing only his briefs, glistening with oil, smiling down at me.
When he saw me hesitating he said, “I’m sorry that I’m all out of towels, I had to clean up the spilled oil. If you’d like I can go get one of your towels for you”.
Realizing that would be more trouble to explain which towel to use than I really cared for, I said, “No, that’s alright”. Slowly I rolled over, onto my back, my exposed breasts and pussy there for him to see, blushing a little.
“Don’t be embarrassed”, he said, “You have a beautiful body, very gorgeous”. That made me blush more. “Just relax for this next part”, he finished grabbing up the bottle of lotion and oiling his hands.
He started on my feet, then my calves, and then my thighs. Rubbing them gently in turn, loosening the muscles. I couldn’t help but be embarrassed though, with this strange man looking at me naked, running his hands all over my body. The thought of it turned me on at the same time, and it made me feel rather ashamed.
"Mrs. Wilson, you’re tensing up. What’s wrong?“
"I’m a little shy is all”, I replied with a half-truth.
“Don’t be”, he said soothingly, “Here, I can make you feel more comfortable”. With that he tucked both thumbs inside the waistband of his briefs, and pushed them to the floor. One small kick and his briefs landed atop his bag, leaving him completely naked. “Now we’re both naked and there’s nothing for you to be ashamed of”.
I wasn’t listening to him though, I was staring at his dick. He was completely shaved, his dick was long and thick, hanging low, with a large head. The vein running down the side was clearly visible, and I thought, 'Damned that’s a big dick, and he’s soft!' He was easily more hung than any man I had personally seen.
He didn’t say anything, just allowed me to stare as he went back to work, rubbing my arms, hands, and shoulders. I didn’t want to stare, but I found myself mesmerized by his dick, watching it sway back and forth as his body moved. Moving back to my legs he was standing beside me, putting his dick about two inches from my arm. There were a couple of times, as he massaged up and down my thigh that his dick actually brushed against me. It even twitched once as he came up my thigh, I was certain of it.
A few minutes later his hands started rubbing my stomach, and that feeling of wetness started to creep back between my legs. Anticipating what was coming next just made it that much more thrilling when it happened, his hands circled upward and looped around my breasts. His hands did another circle around, then ran over my breasts once lightly brushing my nipples. They dipped back down my stomach and briefly passed through the patch of hair above my pussy.
“You have beautiful breasts”, he told me running his hands over them again. This time he slightly pinched my nipples between his fingers as he did. I was in a state of arousal just enough that it caused my nipples to get rock hard, which would be obvious to him. Turning my head away from him, I shut my eyes, trying not to think about him or how turned on he was making me. One of his hands continued to massage my breasts, kneading them and playing with my nipples, while I felt his other hand slip back down my stomach.
I felt it push though my bush of hair, rubbing gently back and forth, slipping a little lower each time. It was almost as if he was daring me to stop him, to say something, and I found myself both wondering how far he would go and without the willpower to stop him. Just as his hand was about to make contact with the top of my pussy he pulled it away from my body.
Actually somewhat upset that he would stop, that he was teasing me, I snapped open my eyes and looked at him. Some of the spilled oil had started running down his chest, pooling together just above his dick, and starting to run lower. “Sorry Mrs. Wilson”, he apologized again, “I have to take care of this oil”.
He took a step back from the table and turned away from me, blocking my view of what his hands were doing with his body, and I said, “Hey now, that’s not fair. You get to look at me I get to look at you”. Smiling he turned back around and let me watch as he ran both hands down his hairless chest, pushing the oil together, and then down over his dick. I lay there and watched, breathing heavier, getting more turned on, as he began to pump both hands up and down the length of his shaft using the oil to make his dick slick.
Again I was mesmerized, almost helpless, watching this beautiful man jerk his dick just for me. Rubbing one hand over his balls, the other moistening his shaft. In less then a minute he was hard, his dick an impossible length and girth. “There now”, he said still smiling, “With that done we can finish working on you”.
This time I didn’t take my eyes off him, watching his huge, hard dick bounce before me as his hands returned to rubbing my body. He tweaked both my nipples at the same time, rubbing my breasts firmly. When both of my nipples were hard again he returned one hand to my stomach, sliding low through my bush, and then one of his fingers made contact with my pussy lips.
Another shiver ran through me, both of us smiled, and I knew that this was no longer a massage. “Just what kind of massage is this?”, I asked.
His hands paused where they were, “This is the relaxation massage. Do you want me to stop?”, he asked in return.
I had to think about it for a minute, I still wasn’t sure how far he was willing to go, and I was very aroused, but I was also very married. Perhaps this was what they meant by a happy ending massage, perhaps he was just going to use his hands on me, and that wasn’t really cheating on my husband. With it rationalized like that I told him, “No, please, don’t stop”.
We both smiled, and his hands resumed their motions, one on my breasts and the other firmly over my pussy rubbing back and forth. With all the build up I orgasmed instantly when his finger pressed against my clit. I couldn’t help but moan out loud as my body shivered under his touch.
He slid a finger inside me easily, the combination of my pussy juice and the oil. Slowly he pushed deeper, and then back out, before pushing in again. As he increased his rhythm I started slowly gyrating my hips to meet his exploring hand.
I didn’t know if it was appropriate or not, and I didn’t care at this point, so I reached up and grabbed his dick as it bounced over me. Just like his hands, his dick was soft to the touch, but hard as hell. It was massive, I couldn’t even get my hand all the way around it. Feeling up and down the shaft, sliding slowly, trying to keep a firm grip on him as he stood over me.
Another orgasm was slowly approaching when he pushed a second finger inside me. I gasped and tightened my grip on his massive cock. As he finger fucked me I jerked his cock, faster and faster. He moved his hand from my breasts to my pussy, using it to rub my clit. The combination of both hands working me over was enough, and I came hard. This time I moaned loudly, pushed up off the table with my hips, and let him work his hands over me without shame.
When I finished cumming I dropped back down onto the table, breathing heavy, and he said, “Alright Mrs. Wilson, it’s time for the next part of the massage. Please roll back over onto your stomach”. Weary, sexual aroused, and curious I rolled over. He moved to the end of the table behind me and I felt his hands on my thighs.
He rubbed upward, moving his hands toward my ass slowly, and when he got there one went immediately to my pussy. I was becoming very sensitive, even the lightest touch sent a shiver through me and made me moan. With his other hand he rubbed the area below my pussy, working his way to my asshole. I’d never experienced it before, and I was too scared to really stop him. Sure enough, he pushed two fingers into my pussy and one into my ass.
I moved on the table, my body pushing forward slightly, and he asked, “Does that hurt?”
It didn’t, in fact the opposite, so I said, “No, it feels good”.
“Have you ever had anal sex before Mrs. Wilson?”
Shocked that he would be so blunt I didn’t really know what to say or how to react, so I just told him the truth, “No, never”.
“I need to readjust the table”, he said after a minute of probing me, “So we can move to the last part of the massage”. I slid forward on the table to give him room, he grabbed my ankles with one hand and held my legs up out of the way. Then I heard him adjusting and locking thing into place. When he was done he lowered my legs and said, “Alright Mrs. Wilson, go ahead and slide down just a bit”.
Wiggling myself I managed to slide down the table, it was now set so that the rear half of the table was almost vertical, the effect had me nearly bent over. The strange thing was that when I settled into position I felt a large lump right beneath my waist, and as I lay down completely it aligned with my pussy. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it was long, hard, and warm with a spongy quality.
Whatever it was, it was pressing against my sensitive pussy and it felt great. He put his hands back on my ass, rubbing and kneading it gently. That was when I felt the lump beneath me move forward, then back, just a little bit. That was enough for me to figure out what is was though, it was his dick! He’d laid his hard cock on the table so that when I moved back I was laying on top of it.
Now I didn’t now what to think, I was dangerously close to cheating on my husband, but his hard dick felt so big beneath me. I found myself moving my hips back and forth, rubbing my pussy against it, just as he was thrusting with me. It was unbelievable big, and so thick that it spread my pussy lips as wide as they would go.
I pushed forward as he pulled back and the head of his dick rubbed against my clit, and I almost came right then. Our motions became more vigorous, his hands rubbing my ass, hips, and thighs. One of his hands moved to my asshole again and I felt him slip his thumb inside. The feeling was amazing, rubbing my clit against his cock as he fingered my ass.
Then on one of my slides I felt him push down a little bit, it caused his dick to angle up, so that when I pushed back his head penetrated my pussy lips. I froze, not sure what to do, but he knew what he was doing. Slowly I felt him push forward, pushing more of himself inside me. There was nowhere for me to go, I tried pulling myself forward on the table, but the position didn’t afford me an escape.
Part of me wanted to jump up screaming and run away, but part of me wanted him to push deeper and faster. When I didn’t resist him, the second part of me won, because he took that as a sign to push himself all the way in. I moaned louder than I ever had before in my life. “Ohhh fuck!" He was huge, bigger than I thought, and he was splitting me wide. The feeling was amazing, I was tingling in places I didn’t know I had.
At that point all I could think about was fucking that monster dick. I started furiously rocking back and forth, but there wasn’t much room for me to move about on the table. Mostly all I could do was lay there as he started pounding into me, faster and harder then I’d ever had it before. The size of his dick was unbelievable, I was building to the biggest orgasm of my life.
I could hear myself moaning loudly, almost screaming, lost in a haze of sexual fury. His hands gripped the table on either side of me and he leaned forward a bit, pushing himself deeper. When I started cumming I lost all control of myself, yelling as loud as I could, "Of Fuck! Oh Fuck!" And still he pounded me so hard the table shook. My entire body shuddered as I came and I literally yelled in pleasure.
When I came down from the high he was still pumping in and out of me, it was amazing. He could sense that I wasn’t content in that position though because he grabbed my hips and rolled me over onto my side. I wrapped my knees around him, holding him close, he’d done the whole maneuver without slipping out of me.
He fucked me like that until I came again, screaming and moaning so loud I was sure the neighbors would hear. Then he rolled me onto my back and retrieved a pillow, which he placed under my hips. It was designed perfectly to raise my pussy into the air, so he spread me wide with my ankles on his shoulders.
It was unbelievable how he could fuck, he never got soft once, and I lost count of my orgasms. The table folded into perfect positions, and he had a couple pillows which helped. We fucked for almost an hour, and never once did he slow down his pace. I’d never cum so much in my life.
Finally he rolled me onto my back on the table, stood beside me, and jerked his cock until he shot cum all over my chest. It was warm and nasty, such a turn on, to see his dick spurting for me like that. When he finished he rubbed his cum into my skin, giving me one last orgasm with his hand.
All done, he used one of the oil soaked towels to clean himself up a bit. "Alright Mrs. Wilson I would recommend you take a shower or warm bath now. Is there anything else you’d like before I leave?" The only thing I could think was to make another appointment.
A girlfriend of mine recommended a new ob/gyn for me. It wasn’t that my last one was bad, I just wasn’t completely comfortable with him. She assured me that her’s was amazing, and apparently he’d implemented a new office policy a couple of months prior that helped make all of his patients feel comfortable. Strange as I thought that sounded, she wouldn’t tell me what this policy was, she said I had to see it for myself.
So I made an appointment for my routine check up, and on the day of showed up to his office early. Unlike most doctor’s offices I had to get buzzed into this one, telling them my name and time of my appointment. The waiting room looked normal, with magazines and two other women waiting, but when I got to the counter I saw what was so different.
The receptionist, in fact all three women that I could see behind the counter, were completely naked. I was surprised, when she asked my name to confirm my appointment I didn’t know what to think, and couldn’t think of what to say. Helplessly I just stared at her, she had a nice body, all three of them did, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her breasts.
Realizing that I was being rude, I managed to stammer out my name. She checked her list and then handed me a clip board with the usual paperwork. “It’s your first time”, she said not really a question, “Everyone is surprised at first, but we find it makes our patients more comfortable if the people working here are also nude”.
“Everyone?”, I squeaked. “Even the doctor?”
“Oh yes, he wouldn’t have it any other way”. Strangely her comfort with the situation, the casual way in which she treated being completely naked, was making me more relaxed. So I went and started filling out all the forms. It was all completely normal, except for one little section at the bottom. There was a question that read, ‘To what level of comfort would you like the doctor?' Beneath were three check boxes that gave me the options of: normal, warm, and complete.
Not understanding what was meant by the question I went to ask the receptionist. I had spent a few minutes filling out the rest of the forms, and had forgotten that she was naked. So once again I found myself in awe, staring at her naked breasts. She told me what the check boxes were for, “The doctor has special instruments and techniques for helping you relax in different ways. Normal is for a normal exam, like you would get at any other doctor. Warm is for special instruments only, and complete is for both instruments and techniques”.
I checked off the box for complete and handed it all back to her. Five minutes later a naked woman appeared through a door and called one of the women that had been waiting before me. They disappeared into the back and I was left sitting three seats away from the other woman that was waiting. Trying to be casual I asked her how long she’d been seeing the doctor, “Years”, she smiled back at me.
When the other woman was called she had smiled, and when a clothed woman came out from the back saying goodbye to the receptionist she was smiling too. So I was feeling a little nervous when it became my turn to head back. The nurse that led me back to the exam room was naked, and though her breasts were smaller I noticed that she had shaved her pussy. Everyone was naked that I could see, the woman working the phone scheduling appointments, the accountant, and the woman filing.
Once inside the exam room the nurse closed the door and pointed me to a chair in the corner with robe hooks next to it. “Go ahead and disrobe, the doctor will be here shortly. You wanted the complete relaxation correct?”
Nodding I told her, “I’m a little put off actually. Everyone is walking around naked, and I don’t see a robe for me to wear. So I’m kind of nervous”.
“That’s natural your first time, but I assure you that we’re very good at taking care of our patients”, she smiled and left me alone in the exam room. From everything I could see, the inside of the room was completely normal looking, it even had the table with the cold, metal stirrups. So I undressed, stacking my stuff on the chair, and sat down on the edge of the exam table. Thankfully the office was warm, unlike most offices which has the air conditioning cranked all the way up. The exam table appeared to have a built-in heating pad also, which was really nice, and I sat with my legs and arms crossed enjoying the warmth.
After a few more minutes there was a small knock, the door opened, and the nurse entered. I hadn’t heard her coming at all, but right behind her was the doctor. He was in his mid-thirties at most, blond hair, tanned all over, a nice body, blue eyes, and he too was completely naked. I couldn’t help myself, but I looked between his legs. His circumcised dick was hanging low, it was long and thick, and his pubic hair had been neatly trimmed.
“I’m Doctor Summer”, he said shaking my hand. The nurse closed the door. “Now then, since it’s your first time I’d like to do a complete check. Please lay back on the table for me”. Slowly I laid back, keeping my knees together. “I’ll need you to put your ankles in the stirrups”, he said, “But first we can put some padding on them so you’ll be more comfortable”.
From a cabinet the nurse produced two, fuzzy, round looking pads which she inserted into the cup-shaped stirrups. So that when I placed my ankles in them, they completely surrounded me, keeping my flesh from touching the metal and providing some cushion. He was right, they were much more comfortable, and warmer.
“Alright”, Dr. Summer said, “Let’s do a breast exam first while Nurse Lowe here gets the rest of the exam ready”. He stepped up next to where I was laying down, his dick hanging inches from my arm. “You have beautiful breasts”, he told me reaching his hands down to them. His hands were soft and warm as they began massaging my breasts.
It started to feel really good, and I found myself getting slightly aroused watching this strange man rub my breasts with his naked dick hanging directly in front of me. I tried to distract myself by looking at what the nurse was doing, but I couldn’t see past the doctor. So I turned my head away and closed my eyes. “Normal responses”, the doctor said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Have you had any trouble or pain?”
“No”, I whispered trying not to get aroused.
“Any trouble getting aroused or with sexual activity?”, he asked.
“No”, he wasn’t helping me stay distracted. Both of his hands moved to my other breast.
“Alright now the nurse is going to start helping you relax, you might feel some odd sensations”, he said soothingly. I felt the nurses hands on my ankles, touching me softly, and I dared not open my eyes but I couldn’t help myself. There she was, standing between my spread legs, looking down at my spread pussy. Her hands were on my ankles, which were now strapped into the stirrups!
“What?”, I managed to ask not sounding as scared as I suddenly felt. The doctor’s hands were still working over my breasts as he leaned over me, his dick just barely avoiding contact with my arm.
“Just relax”, the nurse said, “This will help make everything better”. She adjusted the stirrups, pulling them father out from the table and spreading them farther apart. With my ankles trapped in them it caused my legs to be pulled as far apart as they could be. Then she reached onto the table behind her and picked up a small, white, plastic thing and flipped a switch causing it to start humming.
Leaning in she touched it to my clit and I immediately jumped. “No! Don’t!”, I yelled.
“Please don’t yell”, the doctor said. “We need to test your arousal response, to make sure everything is healthy. The nurse is just doing it in a comfortable way, we don’t want your legs jumping about and injuring someone”.
“Let me up!”, I yelled trying to sit up, pushing the doctor’s hands aside.
“Help me here”, he ordered the nurse. She immediately came around the table to my other side and the two of them wrestled me back down onto the table. They then locked my arms in restraints similar to those around my ankles, pinning my wrists to the edges of the table.
“I’m going to scream”, I threatened.
“Don’t do that”, the doctor said, “The room is soundproof anyway, to help keep the privacy of our patients. I’m afraid if you scream we’ll have to gag you”.
I didn’t believe them, and at that point I didn’t really care, so I screamed for help as loud as I could. Sure enough, the nurse came to the head of the table with some black, vinyl looking thing with straps. As the doctor held my head still she shoved a roughly phallic shaped piece into my mouth, which depressed my tongue and filled my mouth, and then strapped the whole thing around my head.
Not only could I not close my mouth or make any noise, but it was making it more difficult to breathe and my breaths were coming short and shallow. “Now if you behave we can take that out”, the doctor said.
“Judy”, he was talking to the nurse, “Go ahead and continue”. The doctor crossed the room and came back with a bottle of lubricant, he smeared a small amount on his finger and spread it around my mouth. “I’m moistening your lips so they don’t get chapped against the vinyl”. As he rubbed his fingers along my lips the nurse put a hand on my thigh and the vibrating thing back against my clit.
Immediately I started to squirm, trying to free myself and trying to get myself away from whatever the nurse was using on me. The doctor put his hands back on my breasts, massaging them under the guise of looking for lumps, but it felt a lot more like he was fondling them. As if to confirm my suspicions I saw his dick jump, just a little bit, indicating that he was getting aroused also.
Despite myself, I was getting turned on. Whatever the nurse was rubbing against me was really doing a number on my clit, and I could feel my pussy getting wet. Her hand was rubbing my thigh gently, and with the doctor rubbing my breasts I was starting to lose my head. The nurse said, “Doctor, we have a positive arousal response”.
“Good”, he replied, “Let’s check breast response”. With that he pinched my nipples, not hard, but just enough to get them to respond. Sure enough they flushed with blood, standing erect, and he said, “Good, nipples appear to respond to manual stimulation”. As he continued to play with my nipples I was getting closer to cumming, and I feared that I would respond to what was now, basically, rape.
“Need to check if they respond to suction”, the doctor said, “Judy please hand me the pump”.
“The pump isn’t working Doctor”, she replied.
“Well, we can just do it the old fashioned way”. He cupped both of my breasts in his hands, pushing them together causing my nipples to push upward, and then leaned his head down to them. As he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth I exploded into an orgasm. It was more intense than any orgasm I had ever had. The combination of his hands and mouth playing with my breasts, the nurse’s hand rubbing my thighs, and the constant vibrations against my clit.
I don’t know how long it lasted, but it was the strongest orgasm I’d ever had. Despite myself I found my hips bucking upward, pressing against the nurse’s probes and my chest leaning toward the doctor. That was when the nurse said, “Doctor, I believe she just orgasmed. There’s evidence of vaginal fluid”.
“Excellent”, the doctor replied taking his mouth and tongue off my tits, “We need to see if her clitoris will respond to suction now”. I snapped my eyes open and shook my head violently side to side and whimpered as loud as I could, trying to get them to stop. “With the pump missing we’ll have to continue with the old fashioned methods. Judy, if you would”, he motioned toward my spread pussy.
“Certainly doctor”, she said bending her mouth down toward me. I tried to move out of the way, but there was nowhere for me to go. She put her hands on my thighs, sliding upward, until she was touching my pussy. A moan escaped me as she spread my lips, exposing my clit, and then she put her mouth on me.
Already sensitive from my last orgasm, it wasn’t long before I came again. She sucked my clit into her mouth, rolled it between her lips, flicking it with her tongue, but always sucking. Again my orgasm was thunderous, and I gasped for breath as my body bucked wildly. As she pulled her mouth off me I was breathing as hard as I could, struggling for air around the gag in my mouth.
“I’m sorry”, the doctor said looking down at me, “Was that orgasm too strong for you?" I nodded my head in confirmation. "That’s a side effect of the gag unfortunately. It restricts the flow of air, which makes the orgasms more intense”.
“Alright”, he continued, “We have positive clitoral response, we need to check vaginal response”. He asked me, “Do you have any allergic reactions to vinyl or latex?" Fearing what was coming next, I nodded my head yes. "Oh dear, in that case we’ll have to substitute. Judy, come help me here”.
The nurse came around the side of the table I was strapped to, dropped to her knees, and proceeded to grab the doctor’s cock. Incredulously I watched as she sucked it into her mouth, taking the whole limp shaft and working it with her cheeks. Fearing what was coming I tried to get up from the table, to free myself, but I couldn’t.
In less than a minute the oral attention of the nurse had the doctor’s dick fully erect. His cock was huge, much larger than any I’d ever seen in person before, and he moved to the end of the table. As he stood there between my forcefully spread legs, his monstrous dick pointing directly at my exposed pussy he said, “Now you’re going to feel a bit of pressure for a minute, but it will ease up”.
Unable to stop him, he leaned himself forward and slowly pushed the length of his shaft inside me. As my pussy was being violated I whimpered because it hurt slightly, I was being raped by my doctor, and at the same time it felt really good. “Judy”, he said still pushing himself inside me, “It appears the patient is in some distress, can you help her?”
“Certainly doctor”, she answered with a smile. As the doctor pushed himself inside my pussy, for what seemed like an impossibly long time, the nurse leaned over me. Using her hands she spread my lips and then started licking my clit.
Finally the doctor reached bottom, the head of his dick touching me in places I’d never been touched before. And a shiver ran through me as I felt another orgasm coming. When he started pulling himself out all the pain went away, replaced by unbearable pleasure. “Your pussy is very tight”, he said pushing back in.
His strokes were long and soft, he was taking his time. Once I stopped whimpering with each stroke, he picked up his pace, fucking me faster and faster. I came quickly from their attention. It was unbearable, the sensation of having my clit sucked and licked while getting fucked by a huge dick. My orgasm was longer and stronger than the previous ones, it was exactly what I needed after the attention my clit had received, every part of my body felt sensitive.
I shook so hard that the entire exam table vibrated, rattling against the floor, and I screamed against the gag which suddenly felt very phallic. It was the most intense orgasm of my life. As I came down off my high the doctor stopped his pumping and the nurse stood up. “That was a rather positive response”, the doctor said.
“It appears she’s having a little trouble breathing doctor”, the nurse said. I nodded in response, weak in every part of my body and fighting for air.
“Go ahead and take that off then Judy, but you have to promise not to scream for help again”, he replied. Again I nodded, so the nurse unstrapped the thing from my head and took it away. Immediately I started taking deep breaths, relived to not have my mouth stuffed anymore. “Alright”, the doctor said to me, “it appears that your sexual responses are normal. Now we can move on to the rest of the exam”.
Just then there was a knock on the door, a second later it opened and a strange man poked his head inside. I gasped and tried to hide myself, even though the table didn’t point directly at the door he still had an amazing view and I couldn’t move enough to stop him from looking. “Doctor”, he said, “we need Nurse Lowe to help with a sperm donation”.
The doctor turned to her and said, “Go ahead Judy, do what you can”. She left the room, and then the doctor said to the man standing in the doorway, “Come on in David”. Then to me, “David here is our new resident, he’ll be able to help me finish the exam”.
Just like everyone else he was naked, younger than the doctor, well built and just as hung I noticed. I was suddenly embarrassed and ashamed again, laying naked, strapped down to the table, spread and exposed for this stranger to see. “We were heading to the final phase of the exam”, the doctor said. Looking down at me he continued, “What that means is we’re going do an internal exam, which is usually uncomfortable, so we’ll give you something to distract you”. He motioned his assistant toward me before returning to the end of the table.
I couldn’t believe that the doctor’s dick was still hard as he sat down on a stool and pulled himself up between my legs. Meanwhile the new guy moved up by my head, his dick was hanging inches from my face. Looking down at me he said, “Alright ma'am I’m going to distract you now while the doctor finishes the exam”.
“Okay”, I replied weakly. Then I watched incredulously as he started jerking his dick, right in front of my face. Slowly at first, but getting faster and faster as his dick got harder. It was distracting, I didn’t even notice the doctor doing anything, until he pinched my clit. I jumped and let out a loud moan, for the rest of the exam the doctor continued to massage my clit.
Everything that had happened so far had me super horny, the orgasms only made me want more. So, almost unable to control myself, I reached up and grabbed the assistant’s dick and started stroking it for him. It was so hard, the skin so soft, and all I could think about was tasting it. I sucked him into my mouth, his firm dick filling me, and I tasted his precum on my tongue. More than anything I wanted to make him cum, to have him fill my mouth and swallow it all down.
It felt so empowering, having him under my control like that. Like a mad woman I sucked as hard and fast as I could, as the doctor fingered my pussy, and I massaged the assistant’s balls. Then I could feel him tensing up, looking down at me, and finally his body jerked as he started cumming. Spurt after spurt of jizz hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed it all down.
All too soon the doctor was finished. He withdrew from me, stood up, and unstrapped my legs. I was positively exhausted, they had to help me stand up. “Alright”, the doctor said, “You’re fit and healthy. If you’d like, you can leave now and we’ll see you at your next appointment, or there’s an optional hormone injection we can give you." The doctor wiggled his still hard dick at me to make his point.
I knew that I shouldn’t have, too much had happened already, my husband would be pissed if he knew, but I was too horny to resist. It was obvious that the doctor could read it on my face. Gently he stepped up to me, turned me around to face the table, and bent me over. "Now you’re going to feel some pressure in your vagina, but that’s normal.”
Soon I felt the head of his dick against my pussy, and I whispered, “Please, oh please." He pushed forward and the length of his dick slipped inside me again. Without hesitation he started pumping in and out of me faster than before. The table rocked slightly as he fucked me, his assistant stood there watching.
Without a condom and without any tenderness the doctor fucked me hard and fast, pounding his big dick in and out of my aching pussy. I came twice more before he did, burying himself deep inside me as he filled me with his seed. When he was finally through I managed to stand up on weak legs and thank him, "I’ve never cum that much in my life… or that hard.”
“It’s what we do”, he answered as his cock softened. He had me sign a few more forms and then they left me to get dressed. On the way out I made another appointment to see the doctor next month.
At my friend’s suggestion I went to a new gym, one that she’d been using for years, and one she raved about. Upon arrival it seemed like a normal gym, but when I went looking for the locker room I couldn’t find it. I asked the guy at the front desk and he said, “Our locker room is co-ed." He pointed toward it, then looked down, to end any conversation.
That was rather unorthodox, to have co-ed lockers and showers, but there was nowhere else to change. So I slipped inside and tried to find an out of the way place to change. Unfortunately the locker room was arranged with all the lockers around the outside walls, and a large open area in the middle with rows of benches.
There were a few men in there and a few women, in various states of undress. I grabbed a locker away from the door and started changing, determined to not get as naked as possible in front of strange men. To my surprise, right as I was slipping off my bra, a man came into the locker room from the showers, and opened the locker right next to me. With no shame at all, he dropped his towel, opened his locker, and started to dress.
I couldn’t help it, I looked at his bare penis, hanging there before me. Then I caught him looking at my breasts and I blushed deeply. Using my clothes I was able to cover myself up enough to get dressed with getting any more embarrassed.
My workout was good, all the normal equipment, and I felt really pumped as I finished. That all turned to anxiety as I approached the locker room, remembering that it was co-ed. At first I thought that I could skip the shower, just dress quickly and quietly, then head home, but I knew that I was so sweaty that I had to have a shower.
So I went into the locker room to see if I could slip into the showers without getting visually assaulted by the men. To my dismay the locker room was filled with men and empty of women. That meant I had eight pairs of eyes on me as I went to the locker to get changed. I got undressed slowly, pretending not to notice that they were all looking at me. The room was completely quiet, none of them were saying anything, the only noise was from the showers.
Once naked I slipped a towel around myself and went into the shower room to find a stall. As I rounded the corner I could see that half the men in the locker room were completely naked, and each of their dicks were half hard. Thankfully they didn’t see me blush as I disappeared into the showers. Unfortunately the shower area was similar to the locker room, one big open area, all tiled, with shower heads mounted around the exterior. There were no walls, curtains, stalls, or doors anywhere.
There was already one shower running, with a man standing at it, soaping himself up. So I chose a shower head across the room from him, hung up my towel, and started washing myself. A few moments later one of the guys from the locker room entered, carrying a towel and some soap, and headed right to a shower head two down from me. That was a little too close for my comfort, and I started blushing again.
The other guy left, glancing at me on his way out. Now with just me and the strange man standing near me, both of us completely naked and dripping wet, I felt even less relaxed. It was very stressful, having all these hormones running through me from working out, from the shower and locker rooms.
"New here?”, the guy asked startling the hell out of me so much I literally jumped. “Whoa, sorry. Nervous?" I nodded in response, trying to smile weakly. "I’m Ray”, he turned and stuck out his hand toward me to shake hands. The turn made his dick waggle, and I couldn’t help but look. It was enormous, hanging low and soft, swaying back and forth mesmerizing me.
I looked up as soon as I realized what I was staring at, shook his hand, and introduced myself. “You don’t have to be nervous or shy”, he said, “It’s routine around this place, perfectly normal." It didn’t feel normal for me. Instead of trying to make more small talk he went back to washing himself, rubbing soap all over his body. Now I couldn’t help but look, stealing glances out of the corners of my eyes.
He must have noticed what I was doing, because he turned more, leaning his head back under the water, giving me perfect views of his dick. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, and then he did something unbelievable. Ray reached down with one soapy hand and started rubbing his cock, stroking up and down the shaft, running his palm over the head. In disbelief I looked more intently, no longer content to steal a glance, I had to see what was happening with my own eyes to believe it.
His other hand dropped to his balls, and started rubbing soap all over those. Here was this strange man, five feet away from me, jerking his dick and massaging his balls, like I wasn’t even standing there. Slowly his dick started to get hard, growing larger, bigger than I imagined. And then suddenly, he stopped both hands, holding himself still.
I looked up to find Ray’s eyes fixated on me, he’d caught me staring at him. Quickly I turned away, let out a scared squeak, blushed deeply, and tried to hide myself. It was useless though, there was nothing but water and air between us. Then I felt his hand on my shoulder, and I turned around to ask him what he thought he was doing.
The words didn’t make it out of my mouth though, because he was close enough to me that the head of his dick bumped my leg as I turned. Completely reactive I looked down, and there was this monster dick resting against my leg. I took a step back, to give him space, to move away, but I bumped up against the shower wall.
Without saying anything he grabbed my hand and guided it to his shaft. I couldn’t believe it, that he would dare do something like that! But at the same time I found myself unable to pull my hand away. The feel of his cock was amazing, soft skin, warm, so thick and long, and hard as a rock. Keeping his hand over mine, he started stroking up and down his dick, and I became fascinated.
When he took his hand away a minute later, I kept my hand on his shaft, increasing my pace, stroking faster. There was no resistance from my body, but my mind was screaming for me to stop. Those thoughts got quiet when Ray put his hands on my breasts. We kissed deeply as I stroked his cock and he fondled my tits.
My hand found his balls, and just like he had done, I stroked and massaged with both hands. One of his hands found my pussy, and rubbed my clit gently. A shudder ran through my body, my hormones had me out of control, and I positioned myself so he could get clear access to my snatch.
Ray didn’t need any further prompting, he dropped to his knees in front of me and put his mouth to my clit. I almost lost my balance on the slick floor from my body spasms as I started cumming. He was fingering my pussy while sucking on my clit, two fingers inside me, and one teasing my asshole. To keep from falling I had to grab his head, holding it tight against me, as he made me cum so easily.
Moans escaped me, I could feel Ray moaning into my pussy, and finally my orgasm subsided enough that I regained my senses. "No… Ray… I’m married”, I managed to say between breaths. He stood up, keeping his hands on my hips, kissed me again, and then he spun me around to face the wall.
Now with my back to him he pressed himself against me, his huge dick bulging between my legs, brushing lightly against my puffy lips. “No…”, I said again, this time with less certainty. I was afraid of his size more than anything, he was three times as big as my husband. “I’m married…”, I whispered one final protest.
The head of his dick rubbed against my pussy opening and electricity ran through me. Instinctively I arched my back and stuck out my ass, all to give him better access. Ray took the hint and pushed forward, sliding his dick into me. I gasped loudly, he was so large that it hurt, and I had to grab the shower fixtures in front of me to keep from falling. Inch after inch he pushed into me, more cock than I’d thought. More than I ever imagined I would, or could, take.
For what seemed like hours he just pushed forward, burying himself in me, until finally our bodies met. Ray had his dick entirely inside me, and the pain was disappearing quickly. When he started to slide back out the pleasure took over. His huge dick rubbed me in places I never knew I had, touching me in ways no other man ever had.
He picked up pace, pulling out faster and pushing in harder. Our bodies would smack together as he put all of himself inside me. The water was running over us, our own heat rising, as we fucked. I’d been so worked up, so many emotions coursing through my body, that I was now in a sexual frenzy. So as he would push forward, I would push back.
I started cumming again when he moved his hands to my tits, squeezing them and pinching my nipples. Then I felt him tensing up, his strokes getting more furious, our fucking reaching a fevered pitch. Finally he came, and the feeling of his hot load hitting the inside of me so deep, pushed me directly from one orgasm into the next.
Ray held himself deep inside me as he shot again and again, our orgasms fueling the pleasure of each other. When he’d finished cumming he held me close, still inside me, and then slipped one hand down to rub my clit. My entire body shook as the orgasm that I thought was over, raced through me again. I’d been moaning so loud that I was sure the entire gym could hear us, but this time I practically screamed.
Finally he withdrew, and again we kissed as his cum leaked from my pussy. That was when I looked around and saw six other men in the shower room, all naked, all hard, and all watching me. Each man was jerking himself off, enjoying the show I didn’t know I’d been putting on. Ray returned to his shower to clean himself off, smiling at me as he did.
At that moment a pretty, blonde woman entered the shower room. She too had wrapped herself in a towel to hide her nakedness. Quickly though she got under the shower next to mine, between me and Ray, hung up her towel, and turned her water on. As she started to shower she looked at the men in the room and smiled.
Then she looked at me and asked, “Been putting on a show huh?" She didn’t need an answer. "It’s not nice to leave these men like that”, she waved at the six hard dicks, “That’s teasing.”
I tried to stammer some response, but couldn’t come up with anything. Once she’d gotten completely wet she announced to the room, “Alright, come here and we’ll take care of things." All six men descended on her and me like a pack of rabid animals. Suddenly I had three strangers trying to put their hard dicks in my hands and their hands on my body.
Fearful I looked at Ray for some help, but he said, "Welcome to the club, it’s always like this.”