"What the hell happened to you?" Will asked when Christina returned home. "Your hair looks like shit."
Christina dropped her wet bikini on the floor and pointed to it without saying anything. Right away, she didn't like his attitude. She curled her fingers under her blouse and pulled it over her head, dropping it near her bikini.
"When did you quit wearing a brassiere?"
"I didn't think you would notice. You haven't paid much attention to me lately."
She stood there near the front door of their luxury apartment naked from the waist up, her big tits rising and falling with her breathing. She was angry at his attitude, and her stance – shoulders squared, legs spread wide – reflected her feelings.
"I've been working hard, honey," Will said. His voice had a slightly condescending tone to it. "You know that. We've talked it all through before."
Christina thought of telling Will that she had seen him fucking his patient and the nurse named Betty. She turned the notion over in her mind, then decided against it. The information, after all, was her trump card. She didn't want to use it until she had to.
Will got to his feet and approached Christina, making straight for her plump tits.
"Forget it, Will. I'm not in the mood." And with that, Christina turned on her heel and walked to the bathroom hoping like hell that she had turned Will on. It would do him good to get horny and not have a woman around to service his hard prick.
When she got out of the shower, Christina found a note saying that her husband thought she was quite the snippy bitch, and he was going to the hospital. Christina figured Betty was working the shift and wondered in whose room the two would soon be fucking.
Though it was against her better judgment, Christina quickly dried her hair, slipped into one of the slinky dresses she had just bought, and drove to the hospital. It might not be the time to tell Will that he wasn't as sneaky as he thought he was, but it was time to introduce herself to her competitor.
Christina turned everybody's head when she stepped into the hospital and headed for the administrator's office. Wearing a white silk dress cut dramatically low at the neck and high on the thighs, she was a vision of feminine beauty.
"Hey, hey, hey!" a black kid, in a wheelchair said as Christina passed him.
After asking several members of the hospital staff where she might locate Betty, Christina discovered that Will, too, was looking for Betty. But, unlike Will, Christina didn't have to hide her intentions. Will had to explain his presence off duty at the hospital; Christina did not.
Christina found Betty in the employee lunch room, sipping a cup of coffee and munching on a roll. She was relieved to find the nurse sitting alone.
"You've got to be careful of what you eat," Christina said casually, sitting across the small table from Betty. "You'll lose your figure if you're not careful."
Betty eyed Christina suspiciously. Will had never showed her a picture of his wife and she had, she wisely assumed, no right to ask any questions about his marital relations.
"I don't believe I've had the honor," Betty said finally, extending her hand.
"It's really not much of an honor," Christina replied, shaking the nurse's hand. "The name's Christina. Christina Mentis. You may not be familiar with the first name, but the last name should ring a bell. You've been fucking and sucking my husband. His name's Will. Perhaps you remember him. Nice guy, sort of quiet, has a big cock."
Betty felt her cheeks getting hot. The embarrassment was greater than she had thought it would be. Whenever she had fucked around with a married man – and there had been so many of them – she had always assumed that sooner or later she'd get caught. But this knowledge hadn't made the confrontation any easier.
Christina could sense the nurse's discomfort, and she reached out, putting her hand over Betty's, and said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to make a scene. In fact, I'm not even going to tell Will I know. At least, not yet. Right now, I just want to know the whole story. Hell, we might become friends."
Betty forced a nervous smile and replied, "Yes… yes, I'd like that."
The two women talked through Betty's coffee break. When it was over, Betty got Christina a white smock so the stewardess could accompany her on the rounds to check the patients. Since Christina had kept a rather low profile at the hospital, very few people would recognize her as Dr. Will Mentis' wife.
Will saw Betty and Christina walking down the hallway, and he knew he was in trouble. Exactly what kind of trouble, he wasn't exactly sure. But he knew he was in trouble. Christina seemed to be talking in such a friendly manner with his lover, Betty. It didn't make sense to him, but then, he didn't expect to find Christina with Betty in the first place.
Betty whispered to Christina as they entered a room, "Just pretend you're a doctor. Look quickly at his chart, mumble something, he can't hear and nod your head. That's all your husband does."
"This is ridiculous," Christina replied with a smile, deciding that playing doctor might be a lot of fun.
In the room, Christina found a distinguished-looking man in his early forties with graying hair and sharp, green eyes that seemed to size up everyone and everything in an instant. As Betty went about her duties, Christina picked up the chart hanging at the foot of the bed.
"Let's see…" she murmured, never really looking at the man. The chart said he was in for problems with an ulcer. "And how are you feeling today?"
"You're not my doctor. Who are you?"
"My name is Doctor Young," Christina replied, still looking at the chart and fighting to keep from smiling. "I'm a specialist in this field. I have some ideas… opinions, if you like, on the matter at hand?"
"I don't understand." The patient sat up in his bed, eyeing Christina.
If nothing else, she was surely the sexiest doctor he had ever seen. Her white smock parted to reveal a white dress with a V neck cut so low that her tits threatened to burst free at any moment.
"I believe that ulcers are, to a great extent, caused by sexual frustration." Christina hung the chart up again and walked to the head of the bed, closer to the patient. "I can't imagine a man as handsome as you experiencing sexual frustrations, but perhaps there is something more… something deep inside your subconscious that is bursting to be let free. And because you hold these subconscious urges back, your stomach takes the brunt of your frustrations."
Betty was standing behind Christina now, jabbing the stewardess in the back with a finger. She wanted to shut Christina up, but that would be pretty difficult without making a scene, and she didn't want the patient to know that Dr. Young was, in fact, a phony.
"Nurse, please step to the other side of the bed," Christina said, her voice sounding sure, authoritative. "I'd like your assistance in this experiment."
"What experiment?" the patient asked, getting nervous. "Hey, Doctor, I don't want to be a guinea pig."
Betty was even more nervous than the patient, but that crazy Christina couldn't be stopped without the patient realizing the whole thing was a hoax. Visions of law suits passed through Betty's mind as she got into position and shivered with fright.
"Sir," Christina said calmly, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I assure you that my experiments are by no means dangerous."
Christina delicately grabbed the sheet covering the man and pulled it down to his feet. He was wearing one of those hideous hospital gowns that open in the back.
"Please excuse the bluntness of this request," Christina said, "but I'd like you to raise your gown above your genitals. I assure you, this is quite important and quite safe."
The patient did at requested, albeit with a great deal of reservation. But just the same, she pulled the gown up to expose his prick and nuts.
"Sir, has it not been a fantasy for you since childhood to go into a hospital and have a sexy doctor and her nurse suck your cock until you blew your nuts off? Have you not dreamed – fantasized, as it were – of coming in such a manner?"
"Well… ah… yeah, I have."
"Then please lie down on the bed. A sitting position is uncomfortable, and your comfort is of the greatest priority in my experiments."
The patient slipped down on the bed, and Christina fluffed his pillow for him, then looked at Betty. Betty's eyes no longer had that hint of fear in them. The nurse had done similar experiments with many patients – both men and women – in her career.
"Watch carefully, nurse," Christina said, grabbing the man's heavy, slumbering cock in her hand. "You'll be judged on your performance later."
"Yes, Doctor."
Christina swept her hair back over her shoulders so Betty and the patient could see what she was doing, then she bent forward and planted several light, smacking kisses on the man's cockhead. She felt his cockshaft throb in her hand, getting harder quickly. After several more wet kisses on his swelling prick knob, his prick was standing up of its own accord.
"There we go," Christina said quietly, her warm breath passing over his cockhead, making it dance in the air. "Now the experiment can fully begin."
Christina looked at the patient, her eyes coolly professional. She was playing the game to the hilt, and so she pretended that the experiment was serious business. She returned her attention to his cock so close to her face. She kissed his cockhead, finding a small drop of white cum on the tip. Christina licked it off tasting the salty cock juice. It pleased her, and when she kissed his prick again, she pushed her head down farther, letting his drooling cock knob pry apart her lips and sink into her mouth. Her tongue moved slowly in circles around his fat prickhead, driving his cockmeat to even greater hardness. Christina squeezed his cock shank with her lips, testing the rigidity of his prick.
"Doctor," the man said, trying unsuccessfully to remain calm. He had quickly made up his mind to change doctors. "Doctor… I ah."
Christina swirled her tongue around his cockhead, then let the prick slip from her lips.
"You must be quiet, sir," she said, giving the patient a stern ionic, "This experiment is very serious business."
"Yes, Doctor Young."
Christina cradled the man's nuts in her hand and whipped her head over his cockhead, not taking the knob of spongy cockflesh into her mouth. She licked around the head of his prick, then worked her way down his quivering prick shank, chewing gently on his thick shaft as she headed for his nuts. When Christina finally got to the root of the patient's prick, he was quivering on the bed, squirming from the unbelievable pleasure she was providing.
"Please be still," Christina said, never taking her eyes off the twin, hairy nuts in her hand. Her tongue snaked out, running over the wrinkled sac. Once it was nice and wet from her spit, she sucked one of the balls into her mouth, careful not to scrape the sensitive nut with her teeth. Her tongue rolled lightly on his nut, and Christina felt the patient's prick throbbing against the side of her face, making her cheek wet with her own spit.
"Is there anything you'd like me to do, Doctor?" Betty asked, feeling her panties getting moist from her pussy juice. Watching Christina's expert cocksucking, and what it was doing to the patient, was getting to Betty.
Christina let the man's nut pop out of her mouth, and she looked up. "Yes. For added stimulation, added pleasure, I'd like you to feed your nipples to the patient." Then, to the surprised man, she said, "That will please you, will it not?"
The patient nodded his head vigorously. Betty moved closer to his face and calmly unbuttoned the front of her white uniform. When that was accomplished, she shook her shoulders and slipped her arms out of the uniform, pushing it down to her curvaceous hips. Reaching behind her back, Betty unfastened her bra and let that slide down her arms and fall to the floor. Her tits were large – though not quite the size of Christina's – with chocolate-colored areolas and hard, pointed nipples. She cupped her hands under her tits and squeezed, making her nipples more pronounced.
"Here, sir, enjoy yourself," she said, pushing her chest forward.
"Unbelievable," the man mumbled, grabbing both of her tits. He buried his face between the plump mounds of tit flesh, inhaling deeply and catching the richly feminine perfume of Betty's tits. Then he began kissing, salivating heavily and licking until he reached her hardened nipple. His lips fastened on the nub, and he sucked like an infant, delirious with lust. As his lips closed around Betty's nipple, Christina's lips were closing around his cockhead.
Christina licked his cock's pulsating crown as she pushed her face down, taking the meat of his cock deep into her mouth. Her tits pressed against the side of the bed, tingling hotly inside her bra. She wanted to reach her hand into her panties and finger herself, but that would be out of character even for an avant-garde doctor.
Her lips crept slowly down his fat prick until they pressed against the side of her fingers that were wrapped tightly around the base of his cock. She stayed like that for a long time, basting his cockmeat with her spit, letting his prick throb from the warmth of her mouth as her lips sucked expertly and her tongue danced over his prickshaft.
Christina could hear the patient sucking on Betty's tits, and now and then an occasional whimper of delight would come from the nurse. Christina knew how cock hungry the nurse was – she had witnessed the way Betty had whipped her mouth over Will's prick – and decided to share the tasty hunk of hard prick.
"Nurse, please apply your lips to this man's penis," Christina said, standing erect, again affecting the authoritarian stance she had taken earlier.
Betty almost leaped at the upraised prick, taking the patient's cockflesh into her mouth until his bulky prickhead hit the opening of her throat. She moaned with delight, loving the way the girth of the man's prick stuffed her mouth and spread her lips wide.
The man started pumping his hips up and down slowly to meet Betty's bobbing head. His nuts itched, a sure sign that soon he would explode in a liquid fountain of bubbling cum. He looked at Betty, seeing the sheer delight on her face. And though she was definitely a pretty woman, what he really wanted was to have the doctor suck him off. He reached his hand out to Christina, but she was too far away.
"Sir, would you like to feel my breasts?" Christina asked indifferently. When the man nodded his head, she moved closer, grabbing her smock by the lapels to open it.
"Damn, you've got big tits," the man said, his face looking a little pained from the blowjob Betty was providing.
He squeezed Christina's tit with one hand ad rested his other hand on Betty's slowly bobbing head. He rubbed her silky hair between his fingers and thumb as she gulped his hard, lusty cockmeat deep into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" Betty moaned, lashing her tongue along the underside of the man's prick.
She sucked hard on his tube of cockmeat, taking his cockflesh deep into her mouth. Fitting as much of his cock into her mouth as possible, Betty still left an inch or two of prick outside of heir lips. She had seen Christina's ability to deep-throat and decided that perhaps the lusty stewardess would like to share the man's cum. It had become obvious that the patient, who writhed with pleasure on the bed, jerking his ass up and down to fuck Betty's mouth, would shoot his nuts off soon.
Christina's nipples were hard, and even through her bra and dress, the patient could see and feel them poking out. When the man attempted to feel her cunt, she made no attempt to stop him. Christina spread her legs a little more, and the patient's hand dipped under her dress, pushing up until he reached the top of her silk stocking.
"I like those," the man whispered softly, his cock almost aching now from the intense sucking pressure Betty was applying. He rubbed Christina's thigh through her stocking, then let his hand ride higher. His fingertips grazed her lace panties, erotic to his touch. He felt the warmth and wetness of her pussy, even through the material, and knew that despite the beautiful doctor's austere appearance, she was a hot, lusty bitch.
"YOU may do as you like with me, sir," Christina said, fighting off the urge to twist and churn her hips and push her hot pussy against the man's probing, groping hand. "Whatever pleases you is essential to this experiment."
"Take your panties off," he instructed. "I want to finger your pussy."
Christina did as she was asked, dropping her panties on the man's chest. He grabbed them and pressed them to his nose, inhaling deeply, catching all the pungent, womanly scent. Releasing the panties, he reached between Christina's legs once again, this time finding her cunt exposed to his probing finger.
He slipped his middle finger into her juicy cunt, working it far into her body. And despite Christina's attempts to show no emotion, she closed her eyes and whimpered softly. Whoever this man was, he was sure as hell no stranger to a cunt. Experience had taught him what to do once he had his finger in a hot pussy, and experience had taught him well!
"Ohhhhhhh!" A moan escaped Christina's lips, and she silently cursed herself, fighting to remain indifferent. But nothing could stop her cunt – her cunt, in particular – from taking notice of the finger delving deeply between her pink cuntlips.
"Arrrrgggghhhh!" the man groaned a moment later, jerking his hips up and down on the bed, fucking his hard prick between Betty's clutching lips.
His balls slapped back and forth, bouncing furiously between his thighs. The resounding, slurping noises of Betty's juicy cocksucking filled the room. Christina looked over, seeing the busty nurse's heavy tits waggling, slapping together, as she tossed her head down to meet the man's upthrusting prick.
"Mmmmmmmmmiu! Unn! Uggghhhhh! Mmmmmmm!" Betty wailed as cum erupted from the patient's throbbing cockhead.
The salty jism, very thick and flavorful, spewed from his fat cock knob, splattering over Betty's frisky tongue. She whimpered with delight, sliding her tongue over his cockmeat, drawing a hard suction on his prick, to get all the cum from his nuts.
"Ssssshhhhiiittt!" the man hissed through clenched teeth.
The extraordinary pleasure of having shot his cum in one woman's mouth while fingerfucking another beautiful woman was more than anything he had ever felt before. True, he had wanted to shoot his cum in the doctor's mouth, but the nurse had sucked him too well for him to hold back any longer. Despite not having gotten exactly what he wanted, this was one hell of an experience for the tired business executive.
"Unngghhh!" Betty grunted as the man gave his prick one last stab between her lips. His cockhead slammed against the back of Betty's throat, catching her by surprise. His jism filled her mouth to such an extent that her cheeks swelled with the hot cock juice. His fuck-cream trickled from the corners of her lips when he pushed his cock back in her mouth. Betty pulled her head up, keeping her lips tight around his throbbing cockshaft so she wouldn't lose any of the cum.
"Na, don't swallow it," the man said. "I want you to kiss the doctor. Share my cum with her."
Betty smiled, keeping her lips closed, and walked around the bed to Christina. Her heavy tits jiggled, catching the somewhat frightened gaze of the stewardess.
"I can't kiss a woman," Christina said softly, her insides suddenly filled with butterflies. She had seen Betty almost force a woman to eat her cunt. Would the nurse expect the same from her?
Betty put her hands softly on the sides of Christina's face, stepping ever so slowly nearer the woman. When her naked tits brushed against Christina's, she whimpered with happiness. What a thrill it would be to suck on Christina's massive tits, to dig her tongue hungrily into the brunette's furry pussy!
But instead, Betty put her lips against Christina's full, trembling ones. They kissed tenderly, and then, without warning, the nurse wrapped her arms around Christina's neck, holding her close and secure. Her lips mashed against Christina's, and she thrust her tongue into the frightened stewardess' mouth. Christina struggled, stumbling backward until she hit the wall, fighting to get away from Betty. But the half-naked woman would not be denied! Betty pressed on, rubbing her tits against Christina's coveted ones, pressing her pussy against Christina.
When Betty's cum-slick tongue slithered into Christina's mouth and the heady taste of jism was transferred, the stewardess lost all will to struggle. A moment later, she opened her lips wide and tasted the full load of the man's creamy cum as Betty spit it into her mouth. They transferred the cum back and forth until there was nothing left of it, having been swallowed drop by drop with each transfer.
And when it was over, Christina pushed Betty away firmly, ashamed of herself for allowing such a thing to happen. Looking at Betty, she saw two opaque lines of cum trickling from the corners of her mouth down to her chin. It was, without doubt, the lewdest thing she had ever seen.
"You've got cum on your face," she said softly.
"Lick it off," Betty replied and was mildly amused when Christina did just that.