I undid a button on her blouse. When she didn’t object, I did another, then another. Finally, I undid the last. I put my hands on her dangling tits and rolled her hard little nipples in my fingers. I helped her remove her blouse and bra and admired her lovely body. Her breasts hung nicely and she had smooth, wonderful shoulders. I held her tits, enjoying the smooth skin and weight, massaging them lightly. They moved like putty in my hands, jiggling around.
She leaned up and kissed me. Her hand was on my dick. We kissed again, this time with passion, our mouths twisting together, my tongue searching for hers.
I slid a hand down to the front of her slacks and squeezed under her belt. She paused to loosen the belt and my hand reached for her pussy. My fingers sneaked under her panties and found her hairy puss. I combed through her pubic hair for a few moments. Touching a woman like I was is an amazing experience. The first time touching her pussy was special. Then, I found her slit. She was warm and wet. I slid a finger between her inner lips, stimulating her clitoris and pulling her into another passionate kiss. She was breathing heavily and twisting around in sexual excitement. Then, I entered her. My fingers probed her vagina, pressing against the slippery inner flesh, pushing against her, drawing out her reaction. She was still wearing her slacks, but her legs were spread apart, giving me full access to her pussy. I had two fingers buried inside her. We continued like that for a while, kissing and fingering each other toward inevitable orgasms.
“I used to dream about you fucking me. I had just moved to the school and didn’t have many friends. Boys would ask me out, but I wouldn’t give them anything. But I’d have fucked you.”
“Wow!” I said, “I’ll fuck you now.”
“Sorry, but you’re too late. I’m married and I don’t cheat on my husband.”
She showed me her wedding ring.
I had to ask, “Isn’t this sort of cheating?”
She just said, “Eatin ain’t cheatin.”
I wasn’t going to argue with her, but damn, I would’ve put my dick in her in a moment, regardless of my marriage vows. How many guys can stop when a woman has her dick in your hand and her tits in your face.
We began to moved faster, increasing our pleasure with her hand on my cock and my fingers still in her vagina. Once or twice my knee twinged, but I was brave and fought through the pain.
“Let me see you naked.” I asked.
She stood and pulled off her slacks, then teased me while slowly removing her panties. She had a pretty pussy, with a furry tuft, groomed a bit, but still a bit unruly. Her little slit was gaping a bit due to my finger action.
She climbed on me, straddling my hips. She put her naked pussy against my pecker, rubbing her slit along my shaft. It was wonderful and soon she was coming. She was so wet and the pressure of my dick was driving her orgasm. She was beautiful with the look of pleasure on her face. My dick slid easily between her slippery lips. I wasn’t inside her though.
Then, she did it. She used her hand to put my cock in her vagina. She sat still for a moment. She was warm and tight, her inner flesh pressing against the entire length of my dick. I focused on the extreme pleasure of being inside her.
She said, “I just had to see what it felt like to have you inside me.”
“Does it feel as good as you imagined?”
She said, “Oh yes! I used to dream about having your cock inside me.”
I didn’t move. It was like she was pulsing electricity through my dick. Her muscles were massaging me. Her pussy was amazing. Her tits were swaying with her movements. She was beautiful.
Then she pulled off and resumed sliding along my prick again, faster and faster. I kissed her as she reached her peak. She was squirming and panting and her mouth was trying to consume my tongue. Then I came too. My cum pulsed out onto my pelvis. I watched her body spasm as she continued her orgasm. Her body was covered with a sheen of perspiration. We held each other as we calmed down, recovering.
She stood up and looked at me. “That was fantastic.”
“It sure was. Thank you.”
She stood and I admired her beautiful body. Then she finished the sponge bath while she was still naked. There was a wad of cum on my belly. She lewdly put some on her fingers and sucked them. I had worked up a sweat, so the much of the benefit of the sponge bath had been lost.
Debbie redressed my wound, then regretfully, she got dressed.
She said, “They’ll ask for an evaluation of my nursing visit.”
“What’s the highest score?”
“Ten.”
“I’ll give you a hundred.”
She laughed and said, “Don’t be too specific with your comments.”
I asked for her contact info but she declined. “I don’t want to have the temptation to cheat with you. I have a good marriage that I don’t want to screw up and you seem to have a nice wife.” She continued, “I’ve fulfilled a dream. I don’t need to do it again. It’s always better the first time.”
I said, “I understand but I’ll not forget you again.”
“Let me know if you go in the hospital again.”
She kissed me softly and left. Wow!
A few hours later, my wife came home. I had fallen asleep and was till pants-less under a sheet, wearing just the pajama shirt. Fortunately, nurse Debbie had cleaned my dick and the cum on my belly.
My wife puttered around for a while and finally came to look at my wound. She lifted the sheet covering me and discovered that I was naked from below the waist.
‘What happened to your shorts?”
“I took then off. They were too uncomfortable.”
She saw the cut-up shorts on the floor. She held them up.
I couldn’t lie, so I said, “The nurse gave me a sponge bath. She didn’t want to hurt my knee, so, she cut them off.”
Gloria was absorbing that revelation. “Did she wash your dick?”
I said, “Yes, of course.” I tried to make it sound like no big deal.
She looked at the form that Debbie had signed and left. “It was the same nurse from the hospital.”
“Sure. She does home care too.”
“Did you fuck her?”
I looked insulted, “Honey. I can’t move here.”
She knew my word-games and asked another way, “Did she fuck you?”
I nodded. “I was helpless, honest. She’s had a crush on me since high school.”
Gloria laughed, “You asshole. You’d fuck anything that moves.”
I noted, “She’s not just anyone.”
“She is cute and I know you like her tight ass.”
I said, “It was just as momentary penetration. She just wanted to see what it felt like.”
“She wanted to see what it felt like to fuck her high school crush?”
“We didn’t come.” I hesitated and added, “Not while I was in her.”
She laughed. “Tell me what you did, everything.”
I told her about the recovery room, about Debbie giving me a sponge bath that included a hand job and a blow job; she stripped and let me suck her tits and finger her; then we rubbed my dick in her slit; she put my cock in her for a few moments, then we rubbed again and both came.
“Is that all?”
I could see the amusement on my wife’s face. I was pleasantly surprised, and greatly relieved.
I said I was sorry and she said I was “Just a typical male, led astray by a pussy. Thinking through your dick.”
I tried to explain how beautiful Debbie was, which didn’t help my cause.
Then, Gloria stood and I watched her strip. As my pretty wife undid her blouse, she said, “Nobody’s going to take better care of my husband than I am.”
Her bra fell to the floor and her tits flopped out. I just love them. Of course, all tits are wonderful, but I never get enough of my wife’s pretty breasts.
She lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties.
“And I know your love this pussy more than anyone else’s pussy, don’t you?.”
I nodded. “You know I do.”
She was straddling my hips. She lifted her skirt to show me her pretty cunt, with her pubic triangle and the pink slit that hides her treasures.
“Do you have anything left for me?”
I had a boner again. She impaled herself on it.
“Don’t hurt my knee.” I joked.
The warmth of her pussy engulfed my dick. She began to rock back and forth, riding herself to orgasm. I held her tits and we kissed. She was as passionate as I’d ever seen her. Her jealousy and possessiveness had been aroused and she was letting me know that I was hers. I had enjoyed the tryst with Debbie, but it was just sex. Gloria was the love of my life.
She whispered in my ear, “I’m ovulating. Make me pregnant. I want to have your baby.”
I did it. I knocked her up. We fucked through the weekend and I scored, big time. The baby, a little girl, is due in a few months.
Oh, my knee has healed well. I haven’t seen my recovery room nurse again. I did give her a ten on the evaluation form. I almost want to have something go wrong so I have to go to the hospital again.