John was a 48-year-old male who had been happily married to Veronica for the past 10 years. They had both met and fallen in love whilst serving in the military. John was a doctor, and Veronica was a nurse; however, this is not the usual doctor-nurse cliché.
John had been transferred from Germany to a military hospital in Woolwich, North London, following an accident. He was now a patient, and she was the gorgeous redheaded nurse caring for him. Her faint Irish accent, green eyes, and mouth-watering figure had him hooked from the very first moment he saw her.
Despite numerous attempts to get a date, the constant remarks on her beauty finally worked, and she relinquished. After two months in the hospital, John managed to secure a pass out, finally able to leave the ward one evening, albeit in a wheelchair, but that didn’t faze him. He took Veronica to dinner. From then on, efforts to avoid getting involved with each other were hopeless, and they soon fell in love. They tried to keep it professional and conceal it from her colleagues and superiors whilst in hospital, but it was apparent, and of course, one thing led to another. Before they knew it, a relationship had blossomed.
Veronica was 2 years younger than John and had been a saucy little minx back then. Her uniform, although it sounds drab to some, was the traditional grey of the Queen Alexandria Nursing Corps. Back in the day, when nurses had to wear a dress-like uniform with stockings, belts with fancy buckles that emphasized their hips and figures, and hats to hold back the hair from their beautiful faces, those grey uniforms became very sexy.
When they were alone, she would be flirtatious and tease, providing John with cheeky glimpses of her underwear as she bent over. Flashing the tops of her stockings, revealing the backs of her thighs as she bent over provocatively, occasionally allowing him brief glimpses of her panties. Flashing glimpses of her ample cleavage whenever she got the chance. This action would, of course, elicit a sometimes embarrassing and uncomfortable response from John, to which Veronica would tease and make lewd comments, before slipping her hand under the sheets to assist John in relieving himself. She always marvelled at his size, her fingers barely touching as she held him tight. She stared intensely into his brown eyes as she gently stroked him until she knew he was about to explode. Pulling his foreskin back, exposing the shiny head, and watching the ecstasy on his face as jets of hot cum erupted from the tip. She would let him watch her casually lick her fingers clean, sucking each one slowly, savouring his cum, and holding it on her tongue before swallowing. Then throwing a box of tissues at him as she left his room, giggling, before heading straight to the bathroom to finger and relieve herself.
John was discharged from the hospital after eight months of treatment and numerous surgeries, and he managed to secure a two-year temporary posting to a base literally just down the road at another military facility. This enabled John to be close to the hospital for appointments. It also meant he would be close to Veronica, who lived on the hospital grounds. Due to the shift work, including nights, individual rooms were available to the military staff.
John frequently visited the nurses’ quarters in the evening when Veronica wasn’t working for a bit of fun. She realized early on in their relationship that John loved to eat her pussy and ass. She would scream and moan in pleasure as he ate her out, making her cum with his tongue and fingers, before impaling her on his enormous cock. It was on one of these visits that she had squirted for the first time. The scream of pleasure she made nearly invoked a visit from the MPs (military police) after one of her neighbours had called them, thinking she was being attacked. However, a quick phone call was all it took to calm the situation. With all these factors in mind, she didn’t complain when she heard a tap at her door late in the evening. Or if they met on her way back to her room, he loved to taste her after she had finished a busy shift, and she loved the attention.
They were married within the year and, fearing they would be posted apart, they decided that at the end of their current military service obligation, they would leave the forces and move back to Manchester to be closer to their elderly parents.
Kids were never on the agenda, so they bought a modest home, and John, being a doctor, started his own medical business/agency. He worked with both the NHS and the military, training doctors and nurses in trauma and providing specialist staff for “different projects” around the globe. Veronica got a job at the local A&E and returned to university to complete a master’s course, to become one of the first advanced Emergency Nurse Practitioners.
There, a friend, Angela, moved in with them about a year later after leaving the Army. Having no family, she felt a little lost, so when John and Veronica offered her a place to live, she jumped at the chance. Angela also started working on Contracts with John. He knew she was a reliable, hard-working asset, having worked together extensively in the forces. He knew she was a highly qualified, well-trained medical combat technician. This being said, she found it challenging to obtain a job. When she wasn’t helping John, which she found very frustrating, she eventually secured a position as an instructor with the Greater Manchester Ambulance Service.
Things were becoming a little strained at home. It wasn’t clear to Veronica at first, but she thought her marriage was in trouble when, one day, while she was doing some research, she happened to check her browsing history. She noticed it was growing increasingly explicit. She then realized why John was coming to bed late. Instead of getting angry, though, she found herself becoming quite aroused. Looking at the sexy images and clips on screen was making her pussy tingle. She could feel moisture starting to dampen her panties, knowing the house was empty, and before she realized what she was doing, her hand was quickly unfastening her pants and sliding into her now damp knickers.
She instantly found her little bud, stroking it as she watched the scene unfold on screen. Her hand moving lower, slipping a finger, then two, between her lips and into herself. Her hot, wet pussy clung to her fingers as she thrust them in and out, and an orgasm was not far behind. She bucked her hips and came hard as the girl on the screen squirted all over the guy’s face. ‘Mmmm,’ she thought, that looks good. Breathing heavily and panting, she eventually licked her fingers clean, savouring the taste. She had not realized how sexually frustrated she was. John must be feeling the same, she thought, trying to remember the last time they had sex.
That night, Veronica rolled over in bed and confronted John. She rubbed her hand along his thigh as she told him what she had found on the computer. She told him how aroused she had become looking at the images, and asked if that was what excited him. He looked at her in amazement as she pulled back the sheets and lowered her mouth to his cock. Licking her lips, she pulled back his foreskin, touched the shiny head with the tip of her tongue, circling it twice before sucking it between her lips and taking his full length into her mouth and gagging as it hit the back of her throat. As she massaged his balls, she hummed softly, sending a vibration along his spine. He moaned out loud, running his fingers through her hair. After a few sloppy sucks, she withdrew his cock and moved her body so her pussy hovered over his mouth.
She reenacted the scene she had watched on the computer and came hard on his mouth, soaking his face. God, she didn’t realize how much she had missed that sensation. Then kissed him and told him to fuck her. How could he refuse? He spread her legs and climbed between them, entering her hard and fast. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing up as he pushed in. Soon they were both panting hard. Veronica released her grip as she came, her body spasming, her cunt gripping his cock hard. John grunted, pushing deep and filling her pussy, with his hot cum. When he finished, she pushed him down, ”Lick me clean.” He ate her with eagerness, cleaning her pussy before kissing her again, shearing his seed with his wife. He never told her that it hadn’t been him on the computer, but at that moment, he didn’t care.
“What’s going on?” she said after, as they embraced. John was unsure. He knew things were getting mundane at home, but he just put it down to job stress. She explained to John what she had found. He had no idea what she was talking about, but he listened intently to Veronica and, to his own surprise, was thrilled by what was being said. He was surprised again by his own eagerness to try something different, so he went along with it as they discussed their needs, wants, and desires, and the next day they set about planning their next adventure.
Discretion would be very important due to their jobs. They needed to be careful; however, they enjoyed the fantasy and became much closer again as they searched websites looking for what they needed. This, of course, led to many lengthy sexual encounters, much to Angela’s disgust, as all she could hear was them both humping, moaning, and screaming. However, this also turned her on more than she could have expected, and her vibrator hadn’t seen this much action in months. She struggled to keep a straight face each morning when she saw them. However, she did wonder why John had been looking at her strangely recently.
Together, a plan was hatched, and Angela was consulted, as she had a part to play. It was then she realized what had happened and why John had been looking at her strangely; damn, she said to herself, delete the browser history. She reluctantly agreed; she didn’t really have a choice. All this was her fault, God, I hope I haven’t ruined their marriage, she thought to herself.
A few weeks later, John found himself alone at home, sitting in the living room, pacing about with a glass of brandy. Had they really done it? The anticipation was driving him mad. Finally, the message arrived as a welcome buzz and beep on his cell phone: “Home in 10 minutes, be ready.” was all it said. He downed his brandy, calming his nerves.
Again, he thought to himself, had he really asked his wife to fuck another man? He walked to the bedroom, stripped off his clothes as they had planned, and sat on the edge of the bed in just his boxers. A chill ran across his body. John was covered in goosebumps. Was he cold, or was it something else? He wasn’t sure. He felt His cock twitch and slowly harden. He had been imagining this moment for so long. Was it really becoming a reality?
He heard a car pull onto their gravel driveway, the loose stones crunching as the wheels slowly edged forward. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach while he slipped off his shorts. Then, a few minutes later, the front door opened, and he heard a soft click as it closed. He heard her soft footsteps on the carpeted stairs as they slowly ascended. It seemed to take forever for her to reach the bedroom.
She opened the door and smiled. Relieved, he was ready for her, her own anxiety now released as she saw John sitting there naked. She calmed herself, structuring her words before she spoke. “You’re a little eager, aren’t you?” she said, with a little smirk and a smile. Her heart skipped a beat. John just nodded and watched her intently. She unzipped and slipped off her dark blue nursing uniform as she walked towards him. He watched as it slid down her body, hitting the floor at her feet. She stood in front of him, letting him take in the sight of his just fucked wife. He could see her white cotton panties were wet and sticky, her breasts heaved and strained at the matching white lacy bra she was wearing, her nipples hard and poking through the material, her legs in her white stockings. She looked amazing. “Do you approve? “ she said, watching him. His mouth was open slightly, watering, and he was gazing at his wife, who suddenly appeared to have turned into a slut.
She spoke in a commanding tone, “Lie down.” He obeyed, turning and lying on his back, his head positioned at the bottom of the bed. She noticed his hard cock bouncing as he moved. “I hope you haven’t been touching that,” she said. “ I’ve been a very naughty girl, my pussy is full, and you need to clean it for me, then Dear, if you do a good job, you can reclaim it as your own.”
She kicked off her shoes and appeared to float towards him. She stood above him in her stockings, pants, and bra, then turned around. He gazed in amazement and reached up to pull her down onto his face, but she stopped him, brushing his hands away, “Patience,” she said, teasing him.
She started waving her bottom inches above his face. Her scent flooded his nostrils as she lowered slightly, feeling his breath on her thighs. She could feel her pussy heating, aching in anticipation, her wetness seeping onto her panties. “Do you want to taste me?” John was silent. “Do you want to taste how naughty I have been? “ she said again with a touch of harshness in her tone.
She heard him answer a muffled, “Yes” as she lowered herself, sitting on his face, pushing his head into the mattress. Rotating her hips, she ground her cotton-covered crotch against his mouth.
John sucked on the material, his hands reaching for her stocking-clad thighs. His fingers caressing the lacy-topped material, feeling her soft, sticky thighs above them, and pulling Veronica harder onto his mouth. He started sucking and licking the thin cotton, his nose pushing the gusset of her panties between her swollen labia as her clit throbbed.
“Do you like that?” she asked, panting, loving the sensation of the power she now held over him. “Time to clean me properly,“ she lifted slightly, pulled her panties to the side, and hovered as John’s tongue found her gooey slit. She moaned loudly as she rubbed her engorged clit while easing two fingers into her dripping wet pussy. She pushed out the cum that was leaking into John’s open mouth, and spread her labia wide using both hands. Looking down at her husband between her spread legs, she watched in amazement as a thick blob of cum landed on his lips. His tongue darted out to catch it before sucking it and swallowing. She could see the hunger in his eyes. He wanted to devour her.
She lowered her dripping cunt onto John’s outstretched tongue, savouring the sensation as it slipped inside her. His tongue squirming around, licking her hot, warm insides clean. She sensed Richard’s cum oozing out of her and could hear John moaning as he ate it all. She looked over her shoulder at his cock bouncing about in eagerness, hitting his abdomen, the head swollen and glistening as it oozed pre cum. She wanted so much to taste it.
Her legs went weak, and butterflies started dancing in her stomach. She sensed a massive climax building within her. She grabbed John’s head, grinding her pussy down on his face as she exploded, squirting copiously and soaking his face. She screamed out, quivering as her climax shook her body to the core. Never had she cum so hard.
Sweat was running down her back, and she panted heavily as her pussy spasmed, her body convulsing, flooding John’s mouth. He gasped and struggled beneath her as his mouth filled. All he could feel was her fluids spilling out as he struggled to swallow them. As her orgasm started to subside, she began to relax a little, her heavy laboured breathing slowly returning to normal. Slowly leaning back onto John’s chest before rolling off onto the bed beside him, and allowing him to breathe. He gasped and sputtered a little, moaning in pleasure. She gently stroked his cock, teasing it with her fingernails, whilst they both caught their breath.
Then, once she had regained a bit of composure, she stood up, John spun around on the bed and watched as she removed her sodden panties, and threw them onto the floor, her bra following quickly. John was mesmerized by the hypnotic swing of Veronica’s breasts bouncing and swaying; her hard nipples appeared to be pointing right at him.
He climbed off the bed and pulled her towards him, taking her body into an embrace, kissing her hard before lowering his mouth and sucking a hard nipple into his mouth, biting it, scraping his teeth along the erect, hard flesh. She moaned loudly. He kissed her again, and she could taste Richard’s cum, mixed with her own sweat elixir, on his mouth and tongue as their mouths mashed together. Holding her in his arms, her breast rubbed his chest. Her nipples were hard, poking him as they hugged, both panting, trying to catch their breath. John then stopped, stepped back, and took in the gorgeous sight before him, gazing adoringly at Veronica, standing there in just her white stockings.
He pushed her back onto the bed and watched as she slowly lifted and spread her legs. Exposing her pink labia, her lips parting, her clitoris hard and exposed. He took hold of her ankles and placed them on his shoulders, the soft material slipping as he did so. She reached and tried to pull his cock towards her gaping, wet pussy.
It was his turn to tease, positioning the tip of his cock at her entrance. He rubbed along her slit, slowly coating the tip. Rubbing over her engorged clit, making her moan, he pushed in an inch then withdrew, repeating the process again and again. Veronica pushed up her hips, trying to get his large, hard cock inside her. She needed him inside her. She begged him to fuck her, to take back what was rightfully his. He continued to tease her, though, making her wait and ignoring her growing frustration. But eventually, he relinquished and pushed in hard, taking her a little by surprise. She squeezed his cock as he pulled out slowly, flinching as he rammed it back in his balls, slapping against her bottom. Veronica moaned loudly, bucking her hips and screaming out as she came again quickly. It took her by surprise as the hard orgasm hit, juices flooding out around his cock, soaking the bedsheets, as she squirted hard.
John withdrew his cock as Veronica recovered, flipping her over. “You’ve been a very naughty girl,” he positioned himself at her dark star, the tightest of holes, and one they rarely visited. But he wanted it tonight, and with a little whimper and cry, she moaned as the bulbous head stretched her tight asshole. He felt her anal sphincter protest before relaxing and allowing entry, her legs shaking as he grabbed her hands and pulled them back. Her back arched slightly as he held her hands, pulling them as he stuffed his cock deep into her ass. He fucked her there in her tight anus hard until he felt her start to shudder as another orgasm hit. Her pussy and ass spasming, legs trembling, he couldn’t hold on any longer. Her ass was squeezing him tight. It pushed him over the edge. She sensed his balls tighten, his cock appeared to expand, then He finally grunted, went in deep, and exploded, releasing his seed deep into her ass, holding himself there, panting, his breath ragged and hard, until he felt his cock start to shrink.
He let go of her hands, and she fell forward. His cock slipped from her, with a soft ploping noise, followed by a steady stream of cum. He fell on top of her, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tight. He started kissing the back of her neck, muttering how much he loved her.
Was this his or her wanton desire?
