The Trials of Smith and Jones
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Nurse Smith and Nurse Jones
By Ricky
I've always had a thing for uniforms; maybe that's why I
married a nurse. That starched white uniform really turns
me on, and her long legs in white stockings are enough to
get me hot and bothered at a moment's notice. The only
problem is she is working nights in a small nursing home
and our schedules make time in bed a hard thing to come by.
But night shift does have it's advantages at times. There
have been a few mornings when I have been awakened by an
angel in white standing by the bed. One of the games we
have developed over the years happens on mornings like
these, where she treats me as a patient, telling me it's
time for my therapy. Sarah reaches out and unbuttons my
pajamas, starting a slow and sensual rub of my body.
She treats me like one of her patients, explaining just
what she is about to do. "Good Morning, Mr. Smith, it's
time for you to get up." or "Mr. Smith, it's time to for
your rub."
I'm always Mr. Smith on these occasions, and she is always
"Nurse Jones". I look up at her beautiful tits encased in
the virginal white of her uniform, and watch them bounce as
she presses her hands into my body. She works her way down
my body and snaps open my fly, revealing my semi erect
cock. With a smile she begins a massage of my member, and I
am soon aroused and pointing skyward. Fumbling off her
pantyhose she leaves her uniform on as she climbs on the
bed and impales herself on my rigid cock. Her long, lean
legs flex and raise her delectable body up and down on my
pole as I watch her tits bounce each time she slides down
my pole. I reach out and unbutton the front of her uniform
but am frustrated by the heavy fabric of her professional
bra, built for support and not for sex.
"Nurse Jones, there seems to be something covering your
lovely tits this morning." I say.
She replies, "Of course, Mr. Smith, a nurse must wear
professional clothing at all times."
Still, I find her nipple and gently pinch it each time she
comes within reach. I can feel her juices dripping down my
balls as she continues to ride my peter, smiling down at me
and asking if I approve of my therapy. I very much approve
and tell her so, praising her medical abilities. I can feel
the coolness of the air as she slides off my cock and the
incredible warmth as her slippery slit again engulfs my
cock.
Soon that familiar feeling starts to build, and I spray my
white sperm deep into her white sheathed body, grunting and
clenching my fists as I pound on the bed in orgasm. When I
have finished she sits still for a moment and then, rising
gracefully, sits on my face for her reward. I greedily
reach out with me tongue and lab her cunt, tasting her
womanhood and my come mixed liberally together. I explore
the many folds of her vagina, sliding my tongue into the
myriad nooks and crannies of her cunt lips. Each time I
probe into her slit I can feel her shudder in pleasure, and
I am rewarded with a little spurt of my own sperm.
Clutching her magnificent ass I press her clit to my hungry
mouth and suck her until she comes, trying desperately to
keep my lips fastened to her as she writhes in orgasm. As
she calms down I release her from my embrace and tell her
how much I love her.
But while the mornings can be a pleasure, she needs her
sleep and I have to work. The nights without her are long
and lonely. I'm not sure how it happened, but over time I
began to try on her silky white pantyhose. They were too
small for me, of course, but seeing them on me in the
mirror was a real kick, and somehow I felt closer to my
missing wife. I suppose it was inevitable, but one night I
fell asleep before I had taken them off, naturally on a
morning when Sarah was in the mood to play our little game.
I awoke to feel her unbuttoning my PJ tops and blearily
realized I was still wearing her pantyhose, but there was
nothing I could do about it. Her hands stopped in surprise
as the tried to free my cock for it's therapy, and I,
deeply embarrassed, sunk into the bedclothes.
"Mr. Smith, there seems to be something covering you lovely
cock this morning." Pulling down my pants she reveals her
white nurse's pantyhose covering my crotch. "Mr. Smith, I
had no idea you wanted to be a nurse. You haven't told your
therapist about this before, have you?"
I was dumbfounded, I didn't know what to say but stammered
out something about taking them off. To my complete
surprise she replied, "Oh no, Mr. Smith, perhaps you need
some new therapy."
With that Sarah slid down the elastic of the pantyhose and
quickly sucked my flaccid cock into her mouth. It didn't
take long for her ministrations to overcome my
embarrassment, and I felt myself growing in her mouth as
she sucked on my member with gusto. Soon she was sliding
her lips up and down my prick while stroking my balls
through the material of the white pantyhose. I forgot
everything except the circle of fire rising and falling on
my rigid prick and blasted a load of cum into her as she
sucked me dry. Removing her lips from my spent member she
lifted her skirt and tore out the crotch of her pantyhose.
"Seeing as you like them so much I won't take them off.
It's my turn now, Mr. Smith!"
Pulling aside the skimpy panties she wore underneath her
hose I began to finger her cunt, playing with the hair that
protruded through the tear in her lovely white stockings. I
slid my finger over her outer lips, outlining them and
brushing lightly into the crack between. I was really
turned on by her impulsive actions and began to rub her
clit through the hair and elastic of her pantyhose.
Soon she was grinding her crotch into my hand as I rubbed
her, raising her hips and crying out: "Harder, Mr. Smith,
harder!"
I obliged and she came with a roar under my hand. With a
guilty look at the clock I left her smiling in bed as I
quickly removed her pantyhose to dress and head off to
work.
I was very nervous coming home that night, but Sarah was
not at all put off by my behavior. I explained how much her
nurse's uniform turned me on, which made her laugh. To her
it was just what she had to wear for her job. She got a
funny look on her face, and told me not to worry. If her
uniform turned me on it was all right. Perhaps she could
come up with a new therapy for me. I was relieved, to say
the least. The day passed much as usual but she left for
work early that night. The following day was Saturday, so I
pottered around the house as quietly as I could to keep
form waking her. She arouse about noon, unusual, and said
she couldn't sleep anymore. To my surprise she had put on
her uniform and asked me to go out to her car and bring in
the box in the trunk.
As I came in the door with the box she greeted me with:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Smith. I'm glad you arrived on time
for you therapy session."
So that was to be the game.
"Please follow me, Mr. Smith." She led me to the bathroom
and said, "Please put the box on the sink and remove your
clothes, Mr. Smith."
I complied and she began to fill the tub. Following her
instructions, delivered in a cool, professional nursing
voice I entered the tub and was scrubbed quickly,
impersonally and professionally. Sarah then shaved my face
and drained the tub, but instead of getting out she
lathered my legs and started to shave them. By this time I
had some idea of what she had in mind and enthusiastically
cooperated with her as my legs were shorn. She rinsed me
off, toweled me dry and opened the box.
Breaking her character as the cool, professional nurse she
said, "I borrowed a few things from my co-workers for your
therapy. I hope you like them."
With that she handed me a pair of plain white panties and
told me to put them on. With some chagrin I did so, and
next came a garter belt and white support stockings.
"I thought these might be better than pantyhose considering
you are built differently than the average nurse. Do you
know how hard it is to find stockings and garters these
days? Especially with the stores about to close for the
night? I hope you appreciate this."
I did, and told her so. I was taken aback as she handed me
a utilitarian white bra, I hadn't figured on things going
this far.
With a look of exasperation she said, "Come on, Nurse
Smith, you have to go on duty and can't stall around."
Nurse Smith? I held out my hands and she slipped on the
bra, expertly fastening it around my chest. Out came two
pliable bags of saline solution. They were too big, so she
expertly drained a bit of the fluid off, wrapped them in a
hand towel and inserted them into the cups of my bra. She
produced a slip and nurse's uniform, one of her wigs and
even a cap. My own white sneakers completed the outfit and
there in the bathroom mirror were two nurses, one taller
and definitely scruffier than the other, but two nurses. I
couldn't believe what was happening, my own wife had
dressed me as a nurse. I had fantasized about this, but
hadn't told her for fear of her scorn. I guess I should
have had more faith in Sarah, she is always willing to try
something new and her years as a nurse have inured her to
shock. She stepped back and scanned me from head to toe.
"You'll do, Nurse Smith. At least for now. If you find it
comfortable here at nursing school I'll help you perfect
your image in the future."
The day passed all too quickly. In my white uniform I
helped with the housework, made the bed (with hospital
corners, of course), played a game of cards and helped cook
dinner. Sarah decided we should eat on the deck, and with
some nervousness at leaving the sheltering walls of the
house I agreed. We live in the country with no close
neighbors, but I was still nervous.
After supper Sarah stood up and said, "It's time for my
dessert."
To my astonishment she came over to me and knelt, lifting
up my skirt. Drawing aside the white panties she began to
suck my cock. I was floored. What if someone came to see
us? What if...
I soon forgot the "what ifs" as my prick grew under her
attentions. There I was, a man in a nurse's uniform sitting
on the deck while being sucked off by another nurse. You
know, it was great; I loved every minute of it. I couldn't
see my prick because of the jutting boobs on my chest, so I
had to follow the action by touch. Not hard to do, as every
little sensation was driving me wild. As my member stood
out she began to tease it, just running her tongue lightly
over my balls and cock, keeping me hard but not getting me
off. She would concentrate on my balls, nibbling, licking,
sucking one then the other into the oven of her mouth. My
pecker flagged with this attention to my balls, but before
it could sag too much she latched on to the tip of my cock
and slowly slid her lips sensually down my pole, tongue
flicking and rubbing my manhood. As she slid out I felt the
suction drawing my cum from deep inside my body. With each
breath I felt the tightness of the bra around my chest, and
my eyes saw only the pure white of our uniforms. With
exquisite slowness she moved her mouth over my aching cock,
sucking expertly, sending ripples of delight through my
body. I felt the tightness in my balls that signals
imminent release, but she must have felt it too and
suddenly my pole was hanging all alone in the cool evening
air.
Without a word she rose and seated herself on the edge of
the deck and spread her legs. I know a hint when I get one
and quickly descended the porch stairs. She pulled back her
skirt to reveal her bare cunt and I raised my skirts to
plunge my pecker deep into her. I held my position, crotch
against crotch for a minute and leaned over to kiss her.
"I love you, Sarah, I can't thank you enough for what
you've done for me."
With that I withdrew my penis and after a second of
suspense hanging in the air before her sopping slit I
plunged back in and began to fuck her for all I was worth.
It was a strange and exciting feeling to be wearing a
nurse's uniform, to feel the weight of the ersatz boobs on
my chest as I rammed my manhood deep into her slit. With
each thrust I could feel the water in the bags slosh
around, in my bra, savor the subtle pull of the garters and
stockings as I flexed my butt and drove my pecker home. Her
warmth surrounded my cock over and over, I could hear the
slight sucking sound as I pulled out, and her moans of lust
as I pushed in again. Orgasm took her suddenly; her eyes
wide open staring at my white clad body.
"Fuck me! I want you to keep fucking me forever! Don't
stop! Oh God..."
After that nothing was intelligible, but I did keep on
fucking her. I felt able to keep this up for hours, driving
my aching prick deeper and deeper into her cunt, feeling
the rush of sensation as I penetrated her and the moment of
coolness as I withdrew. To my gratification her moans rose
in pitch and she again climaxed around my probing prick,
clenching her muscles tight as orgasm overcame her. With
that I blew my own load, pumping spurt after spurt of sperm
into her, feeling my balls tighten to propel my juices
flying into her wet hole. As my sperm filled her I felt the
increased slipperiness and kept pumping my pole until I was
no longer able to keep it up.
I stood there, outdoors in the twilight, dressed in white
and holding my pecker in my wife, as much for support as
for sex.
She smiled up from the rough boards of the deck and said,
"Nurse Smith, you are one hell of a lover, but you look
funny without you hair and cap!"
I had totally failed to notice I had lost my wig in my
exertions, and it lay there at my feet.
"Nurse Jones" I replied, "I don't give a damn!"
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