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I was forty when I got my first kidney stone. I heard a lot of stories about how painful it was to pee out the spiky grain of sand, but I never felt it pass. It did create a blockage for a while, and that really kind of hurt. Tests were inconclusive, and life went on.
I was fifty when I had my second kidney stone. CAT scans showed that I only had the one, and it was smaller than a grain of rice. It created a blockage, and it refused to budge. The pain came and went, but I was mostly incapacitated for five full days with nearly unmanageable pain in my lower back.
On the morning of the sixth day, I woke with no energy, and I couldn't seem to catch my breath. My wife had a big outing planned with her friends, and I convinced her that it was okay if she went. When she got home that evening and found me still in bed, she became very concerned. I agreed to let her take me to the Immediate Care Clinic.
When a fifty year old man shows up at the ICC with no energy and shortness of breath, they assume he is having a heart attack. I was low on potassium and dehydrated, and they felt that confirmed their suspicions. They pumped IV fluids into me and stuck sticky pads into the hair on my chest to monitor my heart.
An hour later, they were only just starting to believe that I hadn't had cardiac problems. I had to pee badly, and I suggested that I should be given a strainer to catch the kidney stone. They told me to go without, because my heart was of more concern than the stone. I have no way to prove it, but I am pretty sure I passed the stone at that time.
Shortly after that, the pain quickly faded from my lower back, and I started to feel better. The doctor came to discuss my options. She said it was my choice, but she strongly suggested that we stay on the heart attack protocol. She wanted me to stay while they waited for results on some blood tests. She suggested that they really should run an eight hour recording of my heart to be sure. I reluctantly agreed.
Luckily, I was not on any food restrictions. My wife slipped out and brought back some take-out food. After we ate, we were both getting pretty tired, so we dimmed the lights. I tried to get comfortable in the hard hospital bed, in spite of the IV and electrodes stuck to me. My wife tried to get comfortable in a big chair. I don't think either of us slept very well.
Although I mostly woke up every time the nurse came in to check the IV or the heart monitor, I didn't really notice her. Around midnight, I sort of remember being introduced to a new nurse at shift change. I barely noticed either of them. I was really tired, and it would have taken a lot to wake me up.
Actually, all it took was the feeling of soft fingers slowly teasing through the hair on my chest. It startled the nurse when I drew in a quick breath and my eyes popped open. She froze with her fingers still on my chest.
"One of the electrodes came off the pad," she explained quietly with a smile.
"And you need to make my heart race to test it?" I teased in a low voice.
The naughty grin on her face was priceless.
"It takes a lot to make me lose my self control," she said.
That didn't seem to explain very much, so I said, "All I was doing was laying here."
She nicely blushed. "What would you say if I told you I have seen pictures of your chest before?"
My wife and I have been swingers for more than ten years. We have profiles on a few different sites. There are several pictures that show me without a shirt, so it seems likely that someone might have seen them. It seemed unlikely that a good looking thirty-something year old woman would have noticed or remembered them. She was watching my eyes as I calculated an answer.
"Your profile was Badmanners, but I think you changed it," she said with a smile.
"I'm surprised that you would remember or recognize me," I stated.
She smiled and flexed her fingers on my chest. Then she started teasing them through my chest hair again.
"My ex brought up the idea of swinging," she said. "Part of the reason he is my ex is because he started without me."
"His loss, I would think," I offered.
"Thanks," she replied with a pleased smile. "We used to look at profiles and make up fantasies about the people in the pictures. Some of my fantasies I wouldn't share with him, because he would use them to be mean to me."
"It sounds like you might be better off without him," I said. She shrugged with a sad smile.
"I guess I was mean to him, too," she admitted. "He didn't have a single hair on his chest, and I used to tease him about not being a real man because of it."
"That's mean," I accused her. "We can't change what we have any more than you can change your breast size or nipple shape." I couldn't stop my eyes from dipping to her chest for a moment.
Her eyes flared and she shrugged her shoulders forward. In a lower voice, she said, "You just made my nipples change shape!"
Still speaking softly, she said, "He could never figure out why I would always stop on your profile when we talked about fantasies. He never knew how many times I would fantasize about you when I was alone. I always wanted to ride on top of you and rub my hands on your chest. Like I said, it takes a lot to make me lose my self control."
Suddenly, her cell phone buzzed, and whatever was happening between us evaporated. She smiled apologetically as she briskly rubbed my chest one last time.
"I'm off to another room," she said. "I better get myself under control, but thank you."
"Very much my pleasure," I promised. She covered me back up and left.
For several minutes after she left, I wondered if the heart monitor had betrayed how hard my heart seemed to be beating. I wondered what it would show if I did anything to relieve the aching hardness of my cock. I sadly tucked my new fantasy away, and allowed myself to drift back to sleep.
It was still ridiculously early in the morning when a quiet voice called me by my name to wake me. Both the nurse and the doctor were there. The doctor explained that they were done monitoring me, and the tests all showed that I hadn't had any sort of cardiac incident. She said I was free to leave whenever I wanted, with no restrictions, but she also thought we should wait until my wife woke up.
The nurse was busy the whole time as the doctor and I talked. She removed my IV and disconnected the electrodes on my chest. I was about to help her in removing the sticky pads that were stuck in my chest hair, but she stopped me.
"I have something that will help with that," she offered. "Give me a few minutes and I will be back to take care of you."
I started to disagree, but she gave me a look. "Okay," I said quietly.
The doctor was too busy with paperwork to notice us. She had me sign the paperwork, and then she and the nurse left. In theory, I was free to wake up my wife and leave whenever I chose. I wasn't going anywhere.
About ten minutes later, the nurse quietly slipped into the room, closed the door, and just as quietly turned the lock. She had a very naughty smirk on her face as she slipped over and sat beside me on the bed.
"Listen," she said barely above a whisper. "You are no longer a patient here, and that gives us some freedom that we didn't have before." She snuck a look at my wife. "We'll have to be quiet, but please let me have my fantasy?" Her hand slid down and rested on top of the blanket over my hardening cock. "I couldn't help notice your cock changed shape about the same time my nipples did. Please?"
There was almost no chance I was going to say no. I guess my only worry was which way my wife would respond if she woke up and caught us. There was a fifty-fifty chance that either she would be angry that I thought I could get away with something, or that she would quietly slip out of the room to let me have some fun. She was not into girl-on-girl fun at all, so she wasn't going to join us.
I barely nodded. She took a shuddering breath and her shoulders shrugged forward. I could see her nipples standing hard against the fabric of her top.
She was very efficient as she pulled down the covers, opened my hospital gown, and removed my boxers. The gown opened in the front and had snaps over the shoulders. I was effectively naked as she turned back from putting my boxers with my clothes. She was fully dressed as she straddled me.
"I knew you would have a nice cock," she breathed into my ear as she reached between us and held it. "I wish I had time to taste it and tease it," she teased, "but I want this more."
I don't think her scrub pants were hospital issue. A single stitch held closed a gap at the crotch. She easily broke the thread. She wasn't wearing any panties, which I discovered as she lifted the head of my cock into her warm, wet folds. She watched to see that I saw how hard she fought to keep from crying out as she engulfed my hardness. I saw her struggle, but it was just as hard for me to remain silent as I slid into her tightness.
She immediately started rocking against me. She pressed one hand onto my chest where she ran her fingers through the hair. She used her other hand to pull my hand up under her shirt to her bare breast. Her large nipple was very erect. I caught it between my fingers and pinched it. She barely contained her squeal of pleasure.
My wife stirred restlessly on the chair, and I knew we were busted. The nurse froze in place, but her insides continued to pulse against my shaft. We held still like that for as long as we could. My wife slowly returned to the steady breathing of sleep.
We nearly laughed at each other as we realized that we had both been holding our breath. As we started breathing again, we started moving together again as quietly as we could. We smiled at each other's pleasure as we quietly continued. The nurse's attention slowly turned to my chest. She started working both sets of fingers through my chest hair. Then she pulled the front of her shirt up as she leaned forward to tease her nipples against me.
I don't know what made me do it. I was enthralled with the shape of her nipples, and the way they were scraping against my chest. I was listening to the nearly inaudible whimpers that she was making. I was loving the way her pussy was getting hotter and wetter and tighter with every thrust. Nothing should have distracted me from all of that pleasure.
For no reason at all, my eyes were drawn to my wife. It took me far too long to realize what I was seeing over there. First, I saw that her eyes were barely open, and she was watching us. Second, I saw a rhythmic rise and fall of the blanket that covered her. I could not believe she was watching us and masturbating!
And then something even more unbelievable happened. A smile lightly touched her lips as she realized that I had spotted her. She very quietly lifted a single finger to her lips to shush me from revealing her secret. I barely nodded back.
A new-found freedom washed over me. I turned my attention back to the nurse. I slid my hands down to squeeze her ass as I started thrusting harder up into her. A short moan escaped her lips. She tried to stop me as she turned to see if my wife heard, but I kept going. I was sure that my wife would be still while the nurse was looking.
The nurse had sat up a bit to turn, exposing her breasts to me. I quickly raked a hand up her body to lift her breast to my mouth. I caught her nipple with lips and teeth, and I sucked it in. A much louder hiss escaped her, and she frantically turned to make sure she hadn't been heard. She arched her back to pull her nipple from my mouth. She was successful, but at the cost of pressing her clit down hard onto me.
She fell forward onto me as she started to cum. I caught her hair and turned her face to mine and I kissed her hard. She kissed me back just as hard, and I couldn't hold back any longer. We both struggled to keep from crying out as I pumped into her and she squeezed down on me. All too soon, our kisses slowed to gentle touches, and our bodies melted together. Through it all, her hands stayed on my chest.
I could have held her for hours, but she took a deep breath and lightly pushed away.
"I wrote my cell number on your paperwork," she quietly breathed into my ear. "Get permission to make this happen again!"
I wasn't sure that my wife would allow that. We prefer to swing with other couples. And yet, I nodded to her.
She smiled and leaned back to slowly lift off of me. We both saw that her scrub pants were unmistakably soaked, and more of our juices started to drip out as my cock pulled out of her. She gave a quick glance toward my wife and then gave me another naughty smile as she pressed back down against me to smear the juices around.
"I love the flavors of sex," she teased quietly in my ear. "I intend to savor every drop!"
In spite of the hard orgasm I had just enjoyed, my cock twitched against her, eager for more attention. She smiled as she rubbed back against my growing hardness.
I was more than half hard when she pushed away and slipped off the bed. She grabbed my cock and started milking the last of my cum from it. She caught some on her tongue, and the tortured moan of pleasure that she made was much too loud. She turned a worried look toward my wife, and prepared to pull the covers over me. My wife barely stirred at all.
With another naughty smile for me, the nurse bent and pressed her tongue into our combined juices around the base of my cock. As she teased her tongue against me, I grew to full hardness. She lifted my cock and gauged how deep it would push into her throat as she licked up the side of it.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed, and she quietly cursed. After a quick glance at her phone, she sighed, and then leaned up close to give me a quick kiss.
"You better go rinse off before she wakes," she said. "And you better call!"
She gave me another quick kiss, and then quickly but quietly hurried over to the door. She turned and gave me another very naughty look as she paused to quickly strip off her soiled scrubs. She tore open some kind of wipe, used it to clean up, and then pulled on panties and a new pair of pants. Finally, she blew me a kiss, and slipped out the door.
I took a slow deep breath, and prepared to get up and clean up.
My wife said, "Don't move, and don't say a thing!"
We have been married for nearly thirty years, and I have never heard her use the tone of voice she used. It wasn't angry or demanding. It was urgent, but there was something else in it that I didn't recognize at all.
She didn't wait for me to reply. She was already on her feet as she spoke. She quickly went to the door and turned the lock. Just as quickly, she came back to my bedside. She lost all of her clothes except her panties and her shirt along the way.
There was burning desire in her eyes as she raked her fingers up my chest.
"Don't make a sound," she said with an urgent breathiness. "Make sure you don't wake her," she added as she bent and bit my ribs.
It took every bit of self control that I have to keep from crying out. I had no idea who I wasn't waking. I had no idea what had come over her. I'd never seen her act that way. And it only got crazier.
"Savor every drop," she purred as she nibbled her way toward the puddled mess around my hard cock. She moaned loudly as she nibbled and licked the wetness from my skin. I was beyond speechless.
My wife and I started dating when she was in high school. We got married after a couple years in college. We like to pretend we were sexual athletes back in the day. We added swinging to our pleasure, and we have had some great times. With all of that experience, I am pretty sure I know what she likes and what she doesn't like.
I am very sure she does not like the flavors of sex. If she has ever tasted herself, it was only by accident. She has no desire to do anything to another woman. The one time I lost control and came in her mouth, she nearly bit me in retaliation. Most of our guy swinger friends know that she loves to give blow jobs, but she does not want them to finish in her mouth.
In spite of all of that, she was moaning with desire as she devoured every drop of another woman's juices mixed with mine. It was frightening and arousing at the same time. I was terrified of what would happen if she took my cock in her mouth. Watching her and listening to her had me on the edge of exploding again. When she pulled my cock up across her lips and planted her teeth into it, I nearly passed out.
She released my cock, and then quickly moved to straddle me.
"Let me have the fantasy," she said in the urgent whisper. She grabbed her panties and tore a hole in the front panel. Then she pushed one hand up into the hair on my chest as she used the other to guide my cock inside.
It had been a long time since I had felt my wife as hot and worked up as she was. She saw the lust in my eyes, and she started riding me hard. She pulled my hands up under her shirt to her breasts. I pinched her nipples, and she struggled to keep from crying out.
She leaned forward to crush her clit against my pelvic bone. By that action alone, I knew she was very close to cumming. I pinched her nipples even harder as I leaned up and buried my teeth into her neck. She barely contained her scream as she started to cum.
I planned on giving her a few more hard thrusts and then easing off to let her ride her orgasm down. She grabbed my head and pulled it back so she could look me in the eye.
"Fill me!" she demanded. "Fill me up again!"
I grabbed her hair and pulled her down into a fierce kiss. I was unrelenting as I slammed up into her. She did cry out into our kiss, and I exploded inside her. The pressure blasting out of my cock was met by a wave of heat pouring out of her, and she went rigid in pleasure. I managed a couple more trembling thrusts before I pressed into her and then just held her. Slowly, we melted into the bed.
She recovered faster than I did. She slowly lifted her head and started teasing her fingers through the hair on my chest. She smiled as she teased one of the bare patches where the pads had pulled the hair out. I don't remember them being removed at all.
"What did you two do to me?" she asked quietly.
I opened my eyes and tried to think of words to protest my innocence. She shook her head before I could speak.
"I left the room to pee just after they changed shifts," she started to explain. "I was surprised when she stopped me in the hall. She said that she recognized us from our profile pics, and she told me she loved fantasizing about your chest. She said that if it was a problem, she would get another nurse assigned. I said that it wasn't a problem at all.
"I think she was joking when she asked if that meant I would let her play with your chest. I told her she could do anything she wished, and she said she couldn't while you were a patient. I didn't think she would do anything when I teased her to find a loophole."
My cock had been slowly deflating as she spoke. She stopped to let herself enjoy the sensation of having it slide from between her lips. Her legs trembled as she fought the urge to rock against it. She took a breath and lifted her head again.
"I know we've watched porn together," she continued, "and we've been in rooms where other people were having sex. Somehow, this is the first time I've watched someone have sex with you. At first, I was a little jealous, but not enough to worry about. I thought about sneaking out. But then I heard the noise she made when she slid down onto you."
She gave me a coy look full of pleasure.
"I remember when I used to make noises like that for you. I remember when I couldn't wait to feel your cock slide into me. I think that's when it happened. I started fantasizing about what it would be like if I was doing what she was doing. I could almost feel your cock inside of me and your hands on my breasts and the feel of your skin beneath my legs and my hands. I couldn't believe how wet I was when I touched myself. I saw you looking at me, and I didn't care. I didn't want it to stop."
Her head dropped suddenly, and she gasped lightly. Her body trembled and a large bit of warmth flowed off of her lower lips onto my cock.
"You really filled me," she teased.
"A lot of that wetness came from you," I teased back.
"I hate cumming that hard," she said quietly. "It feels so good, but I hate losing control. I bet you're soaked again."
I just shrugged. It was empowering for me to know that I could still affect her so deeply.
She took a deep breath. "Am I still being her?" she asked. She smiled at the puzzled look on my face.
"I've never felt so connected to a fantasy before," she explained. "She was riding you so hard and struggling not to make any noise. I was stroking myself just as hard, and struggling not to let her catch me. I think she almost caught me when we all came together. I couldn't stop the spasms in my legs.
"When she declared that she was going to savor every drop of your flavors, I couldn't believe how much I shared her need. You know how much I hate that, but I swear I would have joined her if she had asked. When she suddenly had to leave, I couldn't believe she would walk away without finishing. I knew I had to take her place and finish for her."
She lifted her head to look me straight in the eye again.
"The fantasy was so real. I loved every drop of flavor I found, just like she did. I loved being her and being eager to take that from you. I loved replaying the whole thing and reliving her role. She loves how wet things get."
She paused and rolled her hips in the wet mess between us.
"She would love to taste you again. She would love to taste the difference that my flavors bring. Tell her you want that."
I heard myself say, "Please, nurse, go taste us. Go taste the flavors that you know you want."
A tremor of orgasm teased through her body. "I intend to savor every drop," she purred.
She lifted up off me and rubbed her crotch against my cock to leave as much wetness as she could. She slipped off the bed and kissed her way down my body. She didn't hesitate at all as she began to nibble and lick to gather up the wetness. She even milked every drop from my cock. It was incredible to watch and feel. I am sad to report that I was too used up to get hard again.
She didn't seem to mind. She continued to lick and taste with a big smile. She used her fingers to gather the wetness from between her own legs to paint onto my cock. When it was all gone, she slid back onto the bed and into my arms. I simply enjoyed holding her.
I could have held her for hours, but she also took a deep breath and lightly pushed away.
"Please, nurse go taste us?" she asked. "Couldn't you remember my name?" she playfully demanded.
I was speechless. I guess I had been half asleep when the nurse had come on shift, and she hadn't had on a nametag. My wife shook her head.
"Well you better figure it out before you call her to set things up so we can share this again!"
That was something I would do.
I was fifty when I had my second kidney stone. CAT scans showed that I only had the one, and it was smaller than a grain of rice. It created a blockage, and it refused to budge. The pain came and went, but I was mostly incapacitated for five full days with nearly unmanageable pain in my lower back.
On the morning of the sixth day, I woke with no energy, and I couldn't seem to catch my breath. My wife had a big outing planned with her friends, and I convinced her that it was okay if she went. When she got home that evening and found me still in bed, she became very concerned. I agreed to let her take me to the Immediate Care Clinic.
When a fifty year old man shows up at the ICC with no energy and shortness of breath, they assume he is having a heart attack. I was low on potassium and dehydrated, and they felt that confirmed their suspicions. They pumped IV fluids into me and stuck sticky pads into the hair on my chest to monitor my heart.
An hour later, they were only just starting to believe that I hadn't had cardiac problems. I had to pee badly, and I suggested that I should be given a strainer to catch the kidney stone. They told me to go without, because my heart was of more concern than the stone. I have no way to prove it, but I am pretty sure I passed the stone at that time.
Shortly after that, the pain quickly faded from my lower back, and I started to feel better. The doctor came to discuss my options. She said it was my choice, but she strongly suggested that we stay on the heart attack protocol. She wanted me to stay while they waited for results on some blood tests. She suggested that they really should run an eight hour recording of my heart to be sure. I reluctantly agreed.
Luckily, I was not on any food restrictions. My wife slipped out and brought back some take-out food. After we ate, we were both getting pretty tired, so we dimmed the lights. I tried to get comfortable in the hard hospital bed, in spite of the IV and electrodes stuck to me. My wife tried to get comfortable in a big chair. I don't think either of us slept very well.
Although I mostly woke up every time the nurse came in to check the IV or the heart monitor, I didn't really notice her. Around midnight, I sort of remember being introduced to a new nurse at shift change. I barely noticed either of them. I was really tired, and it would have taken a lot to wake me up.
Actually, all it took was the feeling of soft fingers slowly teasing through the hair on my chest. It startled the nurse when I drew in a quick breath and my eyes popped open. She froze with her fingers still on my chest.
"One of the electrodes came off the pad," she explained quietly with a smile.
"And you need to make my heart race to test it?" I teased in a low voice.
The naughty grin on her face was priceless.
"It takes a lot to make me lose my self control," she said.
That didn't seem to explain very much, so I said, "All I was doing was laying here."
She nicely blushed. "What would you say if I told you I have seen pictures of your chest before?"
My wife and I have been swingers for more than ten years. We have profiles on a few different sites. There are several pictures that show me without a shirt, so it seems likely that someone might have seen them. It seemed unlikely that a good looking thirty-something year old woman would have noticed or remembered them. She was watching my eyes as I calculated an answer.
"Your profile was Badmanners, but I think you changed it," she said with a smile.
"I'm surprised that you would remember or recognize me," I stated.
She smiled and flexed her fingers on my chest. Then she started teasing them through my chest hair again.
"My ex brought up the idea of swinging," she said. "Part of the reason he is my ex is because he started without me."
"His loss, I would think," I offered.
"Thanks," she replied with a pleased smile. "We used to look at profiles and make up fantasies about the people in the pictures. Some of my fantasies I wouldn't share with him, because he would use them to be mean to me."
"It sounds like you might be better off without him," I said. She shrugged with a sad smile.
"I guess I was mean to him, too," she admitted. "He didn't have a single hair on his chest, and I used to tease him about not being a real man because of it."
"That's mean," I accused her. "We can't change what we have any more than you can change your breast size or nipple shape." I couldn't stop my eyes from dipping to her chest for a moment.
Her eyes flared and she shrugged her shoulders forward. In a lower voice, she said, "You just made my nipples change shape!"
Still speaking softly, she said, "He could never figure out why I would always stop on your profile when we talked about fantasies. He never knew how many times I would fantasize about you when I was alone. I always wanted to ride on top of you and rub my hands on your chest. Like I said, it takes a lot to make me lose my self control."
Suddenly, her cell phone buzzed, and whatever was happening between us evaporated. She smiled apologetically as she briskly rubbed my chest one last time.
"I'm off to another room," she said. "I better get myself under control, but thank you."
"Very much my pleasure," I promised. She covered me back up and left.
For several minutes after she left, I wondered if the heart monitor had betrayed how hard my heart seemed to be beating. I wondered what it would show if I did anything to relieve the aching hardness of my cock. I sadly tucked my new fantasy away, and allowed myself to drift back to sleep.
It was still ridiculously early in the morning when a quiet voice called me by my name to wake me. Both the nurse and the doctor were there. The doctor explained that they were done monitoring me, and the tests all showed that I hadn't had any sort of cardiac incident. She said I was free to leave whenever I wanted, with no restrictions, but she also thought we should wait until my wife woke up.
The nurse was busy the whole time as the doctor and I talked. She removed my IV and disconnected the electrodes on my chest. I was about to help her in removing the sticky pads that were stuck in my chest hair, but she stopped me.
"I have something that will help with that," she offered. "Give me a few minutes and I will be back to take care of you."
I started to disagree, but she gave me a look. "Okay," I said quietly.
The doctor was too busy with paperwork to notice us. She had me sign the paperwork, and then she and the nurse left. In theory, I was free to wake up my wife and leave whenever I chose. I wasn't going anywhere.
About ten minutes later, the nurse quietly slipped into the room, closed the door, and just as quietly turned the lock. She had a very naughty smirk on her face as she slipped over and sat beside me on the bed.
"Listen," she said barely above a whisper. "You are no longer a patient here, and that gives us some freedom that we didn't have before." She snuck a look at my wife. "We'll have to be quiet, but please let me have my fantasy?" Her hand slid down and rested on top of the blanket over my hardening cock. "I couldn't help notice your cock changed shape about the same time my nipples did. Please?"
There was almost no chance I was going to say no. I guess my only worry was which way my wife would respond if she woke up and caught us. There was a fifty-fifty chance that either she would be angry that I thought I could get away with something, or that she would quietly slip out of the room to let me have some fun. She was not into girl-on-girl fun at all, so she wasn't going to join us.
I barely nodded. She took a shuddering breath and her shoulders shrugged forward. I could see her nipples standing hard against the fabric of her top.
She was very efficient as she pulled down the covers, opened my hospital gown, and removed my boxers. The gown opened in the front and had snaps over the shoulders. I was effectively naked as she turned back from putting my boxers with my clothes. She was fully dressed as she straddled me.
"I knew you would have a nice cock," she breathed into my ear as she reached between us and held it. "I wish I had time to taste it and tease it," she teased, "but I want this more."
I don't think her scrub pants were hospital issue. A single stitch held closed a gap at the crotch. She easily broke the thread. She wasn't wearing any panties, which I discovered as she lifted the head of my cock into her warm, wet folds. She watched to see that I saw how hard she fought to keep from crying out as she engulfed my hardness. I saw her struggle, but it was just as hard for me to remain silent as I slid into her tightness.
She immediately started rocking against me. She pressed one hand onto my chest where she ran her fingers through the hair. She used her other hand to pull my hand up under her shirt to her bare breast. Her large nipple was very erect. I caught it between my fingers and pinched it. She barely contained her squeal of pleasure.
My wife stirred restlessly on the chair, and I knew we were busted. The nurse froze in place, but her insides continued to pulse against my shaft. We held still like that for as long as we could. My wife slowly returned to the steady breathing of sleep.
We nearly laughed at each other as we realized that we had both been holding our breath. As we started breathing again, we started moving together again as quietly as we could. We smiled at each other's pleasure as we quietly continued. The nurse's attention slowly turned to my chest. She started working both sets of fingers through my chest hair. Then she pulled the front of her shirt up as she leaned forward to tease her nipples against me.
I don't know what made me do it. I was enthralled with the shape of her nipples, and the way they were scraping against my chest. I was listening to the nearly inaudible whimpers that she was making. I was loving the way her pussy was getting hotter and wetter and tighter with every thrust. Nothing should have distracted me from all of that pleasure.
For no reason at all, my eyes were drawn to my wife. It took me far too long to realize what I was seeing over there. First, I saw that her eyes were barely open, and she was watching us. Second, I saw a rhythmic rise and fall of the blanket that covered her. I could not believe she was watching us and masturbating!
And then something even more unbelievable happened. A smile lightly touched her lips as she realized that I had spotted her. She very quietly lifted a single finger to her lips to shush me from revealing her secret. I barely nodded back.
A new-found freedom washed over me. I turned my attention back to the nurse. I slid my hands down to squeeze her ass as I started thrusting harder up into her. A short moan escaped her lips. She tried to stop me as she turned to see if my wife heard, but I kept going. I was sure that my wife would be still while the nurse was looking.
The nurse had sat up a bit to turn, exposing her breasts to me. I quickly raked a hand up her body to lift her breast to my mouth. I caught her nipple with lips and teeth, and I sucked it in. A much louder hiss escaped her, and she frantically turned to make sure she hadn't been heard. She arched her back to pull her nipple from my mouth. She was successful, but at the cost of pressing her clit down hard onto me.
She fell forward onto me as she started to cum. I caught her hair and turned her face to mine and I kissed her hard. She kissed me back just as hard, and I couldn't hold back any longer. We both struggled to keep from crying out as I pumped into her and she squeezed down on me. All too soon, our kisses slowed to gentle touches, and our bodies melted together. Through it all, her hands stayed on my chest.
I could have held her for hours, but she took a deep breath and lightly pushed away.
"I wrote my cell number on your paperwork," she quietly breathed into my ear. "Get permission to make this happen again!"
I wasn't sure that my wife would allow that. We prefer to swing with other couples. And yet, I nodded to her.
She smiled and leaned back to slowly lift off of me. We both saw that her scrub pants were unmistakably soaked, and more of our juices started to drip out as my cock pulled out of her. She gave a quick glance toward my wife and then gave me another naughty smile as she pressed back down against me to smear the juices around.
"I love the flavors of sex," she teased quietly in my ear. "I intend to savor every drop!"
In spite of the hard orgasm I had just enjoyed, my cock twitched against her, eager for more attention. She smiled as she rubbed back against my growing hardness.
I was more than half hard when she pushed away and slipped off the bed. She grabbed my cock and started milking the last of my cum from it. She caught some on her tongue, and the tortured moan of pleasure that she made was much too loud. She turned a worried look toward my wife, and prepared to pull the covers over me. My wife barely stirred at all.
With another naughty smile for me, the nurse bent and pressed her tongue into our combined juices around the base of my cock. As she teased her tongue against me, I grew to full hardness. She lifted my cock and gauged how deep it would push into her throat as she licked up the side of it.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed, and she quietly cursed. After a quick glance at her phone, she sighed, and then leaned up close to give me a quick kiss.
"You better go rinse off before she wakes," she said. "And you better call!"
She gave me another quick kiss, and then quickly but quietly hurried over to the door. She turned and gave me another very naughty look as she paused to quickly strip off her soiled scrubs. She tore open some kind of wipe, used it to clean up, and then pulled on panties and a new pair of pants. Finally, she blew me a kiss, and slipped out the door.
I took a slow deep breath, and prepared to get up and clean up.
My wife said, "Don't move, and don't say a thing!"
We have been married for nearly thirty years, and I have never heard her use the tone of voice she used. It wasn't angry or demanding. It was urgent, but there was something else in it that I didn't recognize at all.
She didn't wait for me to reply. She was already on her feet as she spoke. She quickly went to the door and turned the lock. Just as quickly, she came back to my bedside. She lost all of her clothes except her panties and her shirt along the way.
There was burning desire in her eyes as she raked her fingers up my chest.
"Don't make a sound," she said with an urgent breathiness. "Make sure you don't wake her," she added as she bent and bit my ribs.
It took every bit of self control that I have to keep from crying out. I had no idea who I wasn't waking. I had no idea what had come over her. I'd never seen her act that way. And it only got crazier.
"Savor every drop," she purred as she nibbled her way toward the puddled mess around my hard cock. She moaned loudly as she nibbled and licked the wetness from my skin. I was beyond speechless.
My wife and I started dating when she was in high school. We got married after a couple years in college. We like to pretend we were sexual athletes back in the day. We added swinging to our pleasure, and we have had some great times. With all of that experience, I am pretty sure I know what she likes and what she doesn't like.
I am very sure she does not like the flavors of sex. If she has ever tasted herself, it was only by accident. She has no desire to do anything to another woman. The one time I lost control and came in her mouth, she nearly bit me in retaliation. Most of our guy swinger friends know that she loves to give blow jobs, but she does not want them to finish in her mouth.
In spite of all of that, she was moaning with desire as she devoured every drop of another woman's juices mixed with mine. It was frightening and arousing at the same time. I was terrified of what would happen if she took my cock in her mouth. Watching her and listening to her had me on the edge of exploding again. When she pulled my cock up across her lips and planted her teeth into it, I nearly passed out.
She released my cock, and then quickly moved to straddle me.
"Let me have the fantasy," she said in the urgent whisper. She grabbed her panties and tore a hole in the front panel. Then she pushed one hand up into the hair on my chest as she used the other to guide my cock inside.
It had been a long time since I had felt my wife as hot and worked up as she was. She saw the lust in my eyes, and she started riding me hard. She pulled my hands up under her shirt to her breasts. I pinched her nipples, and she struggled to keep from crying out.
She leaned forward to crush her clit against my pelvic bone. By that action alone, I knew she was very close to cumming. I pinched her nipples even harder as I leaned up and buried my teeth into her neck. She barely contained her scream as she started to cum.
I planned on giving her a few more hard thrusts and then easing off to let her ride her orgasm down. She grabbed my head and pulled it back so she could look me in the eye.
"Fill me!" she demanded. "Fill me up again!"
I grabbed her hair and pulled her down into a fierce kiss. I was unrelenting as I slammed up into her. She did cry out into our kiss, and I exploded inside her. The pressure blasting out of my cock was met by a wave of heat pouring out of her, and she went rigid in pleasure. I managed a couple more trembling thrusts before I pressed into her and then just held her. Slowly, we melted into the bed.
She recovered faster than I did. She slowly lifted her head and started teasing her fingers through the hair on my chest. She smiled as she teased one of the bare patches where the pads had pulled the hair out. I don't remember them being removed at all.
"What did you two do to me?" she asked quietly.
I opened my eyes and tried to think of words to protest my innocence. She shook her head before I could speak.
"I left the room to pee just after they changed shifts," she started to explain. "I was surprised when she stopped me in the hall. She said that she recognized us from our profile pics, and she told me she loved fantasizing about your chest. She said that if it was a problem, she would get another nurse assigned. I said that it wasn't a problem at all.
"I think she was joking when she asked if that meant I would let her play with your chest. I told her she could do anything she wished, and she said she couldn't while you were a patient. I didn't think she would do anything when I teased her to find a loophole."
My cock had been slowly deflating as she spoke. She stopped to let herself enjoy the sensation of having it slide from between her lips. Her legs trembled as she fought the urge to rock against it. She took a breath and lifted her head again.
"I know we've watched porn together," she continued, "and we've been in rooms where other people were having sex. Somehow, this is the first time I've watched someone have sex with you. At first, I was a little jealous, but not enough to worry about. I thought about sneaking out. But then I heard the noise she made when she slid down onto you."
She gave me a coy look full of pleasure.
"I remember when I used to make noises like that for you. I remember when I couldn't wait to feel your cock slide into me. I think that's when it happened. I started fantasizing about what it would be like if I was doing what she was doing. I could almost feel your cock inside of me and your hands on my breasts and the feel of your skin beneath my legs and my hands. I couldn't believe how wet I was when I touched myself. I saw you looking at me, and I didn't care. I didn't want it to stop."
Her head dropped suddenly, and she gasped lightly. Her body trembled and a large bit of warmth flowed off of her lower lips onto my cock.
"You really filled me," she teased.
"A lot of that wetness came from you," I teased back.
"I hate cumming that hard," she said quietly. "It feels so good, but I hate losing control. I bet you're soaked again."
I just shrugged. It was empowering for me to know that I could still affect her so deeply.
She took a deep breath. "Am I still being her?" she asked. She smiled at the puzzled look on my face.
"I've never felt so connected to a fantasy before," she explained. "She was riding you so hard and struggling not to make any noise. I was stroking myself just as hard, and struggling not to let her catch me. I think she almost caught me when we all came together. I couldn't stop the spasms in my legs.
"When she declared that she was going to savor every drop of your flavors, I couldn't believe how much I shared her need. You know how much I hate that, but I swear I would have joined her if she had asked. When she suddenly had to leave, I couldn't believe she would walk away without finishing. I knew I had to take her place and finish for her."
She lifted her head to look me straight in the eye again.
"The fantasy was so real. I loved every drop of flavor I found, just like she did. I loved being her and being eager to take that from you. I loved replaying the whole thing and reliving her role. She loves how wet things get."
She paused and rolled her hips in the wet mess between us.
"She would love to taste you again. She would love to taste the difference that my flavors bring. Tell her you want that."
I heard myself say, "Please, nurse, go taste us. Go taste the flavors that you know you want."
A tremor of orgasm teased through her body. "I intend to savor every drop," she purred.
She lifted up off me and rubbed her crotch against my cock to leave as much wetness as she could. She slipped off the bed and kissed her way down my body. She didn't hesitate at all as she began to nibble and lick to gather up the wetness. She even milked every drop from my cock. It was incredible to watch and feel. I am sad to report that I was too used up to get hard again.
She didn't seem to mind. She continued to lick and taste with a big smile. She used her fingers to gather the wetness from between her own legs to paint onto my cock. When it was all gone, she slid back onto the bed and into my arms. I simply enjoyed holding her.
I could have held her for hours, but she also took a deep breath and lightly pushed away.
"Please, nurse go taste us?" she asked. "Couldn't you remember my name?" she playfully demanded.
I was speechless. I guess I had been half asleep when the nurse had come on shift, and she hadn't had on a nametag. My wife shook her head.
"Well you better figure it out before you call her to set things up so we can share this again!"
That was something I would do.
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