Group Sex Nurse Nancy; Dr. Dan

On the floor next to the pair was another spent enema, (identical to the device that had flushed out Nancy's already-clean insides) and a somewhat full plastic bucket. A quick glance in the pail told Dan that like Nancy, the woman had apparently cleaned herself out long before the evening's festivities and also like Nancy this last act had been more for the purposes of lubrication. She'd been slicked up for penetration and was merely waiting to 'get busy back there.'

"Good evening Dan," the man said pleasantly enough as though he were greeting an old friend for a backyard barbecue, "welcome. I hope you don't mind if we don't shake hands!'

The gentleman finished dobbing the woman's spent upturned rectum with the towelette and threw the fowled bit of tissue into the bucket unceremoniously. He stepped to a sink to the side of the room and washed his hands. He then returned and offered Dan a proper handshake that told Dan all was well.

"Dan," Nancy explained, "this is Mr. Sir...or Hubby as I like to call him."

"You are Nancy's husband?" he asked, "I didn't know she was marri..."

"It's quite alright," Mr. Sir assured him, "I can tell you I couldn't be more pleased with the performance." He pointed to the array of television monitors along the wall; showing the bedroom from every conceivable angle, plus the two way mirror that looked directly down onto the bed."

"So you are good with what I did to your wife?" Dan asked, still somewhat in shock, "I mean...I just fucked her and.."

"Dan," Nancy said taking his hand and caressing it as though she was trying to explain to him where babies come from, "we've been very experimental in our marriage but very happy. You see, we both feel that fantasies shouldn't end in a marriage. They should be lived out in the security of a long and loving relationship. This whole activity is one special part of my relationship with my husband."

"Yes," Hubby agreed, "Nancy has always been the best wife possible for me but because of that fact, I can't just keep her like a caged bird...I love setting her free to fly and I experience joy when she does. She'd never truly cheat on me... consider this a case where she loves her man enough to be faithful but I want something else. I married this beautiful pussy but it is not mine... it is my wife's to share."

"And what's more," said Nancy stepping forward to the table, "I married this wonderful cock but I don't own it... my hubby is allowed to share it with those I feel will love it and appreciate it as much as I do; just as I feel they will love and appreciate this man the way I do. They treat the man right; I let them treat the cock right."

She slapped the ass of woman on the table for emphasis; making her yelp against a horse-bridle still in her teeth and jump against her binds. Dan had completely forgotten the presence of the woman and in the darkness of the room, lit only by the flickers from the television monitors and by horse-blinders to either side of her eyes as part of a bizarre head harness she wore; he'd not really seen her face. Nancy offered took Dan's hand and led him around to the front of the table for a better look at the delightfully helpless woman.

As he stepped around to the front of the table, he saw the woman had long chestnut hair that went down to her mid shoulders. There was something familiar about the face but with the head halter designed to make her rather equine in appearance (plus fake attached horse ears, the blinders, and the bit in her mouth), he could not recognize her in the darkened room. Nancy realized Dan was unable to see who the woman was. She nodded to her hubby, (who nodded back to his wife, giving her permission to unharness his "prized mare" for the evenings breeding events).

Nancy reached forward and pulled the horse bridle with its comical ears and whimsical blinders from the woman's head. The lady spit the bit from her mouth as it was pulled away from her face. She flexed her jaw in relief; smiling up at Dan as Mr. Sir set about removing her wrist and ankle restraints. It wasn't until she sat up on the padded table and the glow from the TV monitors had illuminated her face that Dan recognized her. He was now in total shock.

"Dr. Polkfeste?" he blurted out incredulously, "Is that you?"

Sitting there, naked as the day of her birth and rubbing her wrists was his smiling nemesis; Dr. Henrietta Polkfeste in all her glory! He was completely caught off guard by the pleasant nature of her expression. Usually she only reserved the glare of a disdainful condescending harpy for him so this was something completely different, (even if she hadn't been naked and trussed up like a bizarre 4-H exhibit with a cleansed colon just as he'd entered the room).

"Dr. Hardwoode," Dr. Polkfeste said warmly, "I trust you've enjoyed yourself thus far this evening?"

This had been only partially planned out by Nancy and her husband; the rest had been a bit of serendipity. Nancy and Mr. Sir had been swinging now with Henrietta Polkfeste for over a year now; having attended several couples and swingers functions together as a polyamorous threesome. The fact that Nancy had secured Dan for a date on the same night that Hubby was going to have a weekly diversion with Nancy's boss was a bit of pure wild providence, but there they all were now; naked in another secret playroom of the house and the evening was still young!

Dan was still somewhat off-balance by events. Nancy immediately sensed this and took matter's in hand. She whispered something in Dr. Polkfeste's ear and then to her darling hubby; both of whom nodded in agreement. Mr. Sir stepped over to a control panel and flipped a switch; turning on a bit of calming New Age music as Henrietta re-positioned herself upon the padded table with her ass hanging over the edge; waiting for his return.

Nancy now mounted the table from the opposite end. With her lovely ass jutting out over the edge (resting on her knees and with her head down), she mirrored Dr. Polkfeste's body position at the other side just a few feet away. Nancy now shot a glance over her shoulder and smiled at Dan; pulling her ass-cheeks apart with one hand and beckoning to the young doctor with the other. Dan didn't need to be told twice.

Now in the darkness of the room, illuminated only by flickering television sets; four bodies began to move. From his end of the table Dan seized up a tube of lubricant and slicked up his member before Mr. Sir held his hand in the dim light. Dan immediately took his meaning as he re-capped the tube and tossed it to Nancy's hubby who caught it easily and began slicking up his own tool in preparation for using it to split Dr. Polkfeste's proud popo.

The two men now eased slicked up dongs to the entrance of two lovely upturned female asses and as greased cocks strained against puckered bottom-holes, both women let out bellyaching groans of pain mixed with pleasure! Dan plunged past the barrier of Nancy's greasy poo-pucker and felt himself sheathed deeply; straight up into squeezing warm grip of her naughty nether chute. For a second Nancy sucked all her air and then expelled in a surprised,

"OOhhhhhh ... yyy-yes Dan!"

Across from Nancy and Dan, Henrietta's yelp was more of a mouse squeak as Mr. Sir's bulbous cock-head pushed past her sphincter and shot into her greased-up gut like a bullet-train entering a tunnel. Her face became a twisted caricature of a wide mouthed and wild eyed woman riding the fine line between discomfort and blissful agony. It was all she could do to catch her breath while an enormous belly buster of a dong seemed to stretch her slimed-up entrails to their max capacity. A second later and her squeak became a loud passionate,

"Ohhhh MUH GAAWWD... AAGHH YESSSSS!"

Both women raged and screamed as throbbing boners plowed and stretched their insides. Both men huffed and thrashed their heads while the vice-like grips from two female hiney's pulled upon them. It was as if the two men had somehow stuck their dorks in a pair of dairy milking machines. The air was now filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and loins wetly smacking into upturned rumps.

Nancy and Henrietta's eyes met one another's in the dim light as the two shared a moment; each knowing what exquisitely pleasing agony the other must be feeling at that moment. Both women reached out to the other with both hands and interlocked their fingers. As their rectums were cock-stuffed for stroke after sodomizing stroke, their jaws fell open and the two let out a duet howl of OHHHHHHHHHH that filled the room and echoed out into the passage and down the stairs!

Nancy's excitement was now mounting with each plunge of Dan's derriere damaging dong and she could sense the same was true for Henrietta as a result of her hubby's ravaging rectum wrecking. Now the other half of her sexuality sought out relief and she dropped Henrietta's hands; only to seize the woman's face in a passionate open-mouthed kiss. Henrietta's hand grabbed the back of Nancy's naughty noggin (as she too needed a woman's lips upon hers), and the two shared a spectacular moment as the cocks continued to ream both ladies absolutely rotten!

Over the minutes the forms thrashed and bucked in the flickering light of the television screens. Heads lost all sense of time as each reveler was simply lost in the moment; conscious only of their own pleasure and of the heady intimacy that was being shared. Perspiration trickled down bodies freely; collecting upon the padded table. The air began to be heavy with the scent of sweat mixed with plowed anus and dewing quims.

Finally both women sensed themselves nearer and nearer to a shared "biggy" and almost on cue they dropped hands down to their clits to finish the wonderfully powerful detonation within their cores; the whole time their lips maintaining a mewling Sapphic snog on one another. Fingers danced in a mad frenzy upon swollen clits and juices began to run and flow as rump-holes simply received and received and received! Then suddenly Nancy and Henrietta were 'there.'

Both women shook and screamed as enormous climaxes seized them; their pussies spilling hot brine like rain. Dan and Mr. Sir could hold out now no longer; each seizing the sweaty female rump before them and plunging deep into it; their cocks spouting ropes of hot cum into the furthest recesses of those lovely bottoms. It was a savage climax for all parties involved; leaving all speechless in a sweating heap on the table.

As she lay gasping happily Nancy let her mind wander. She cradled Dan's head in her lap and she thought about what had just happened; the date so far, and the fact that her hubby had seen it all, the delightful stretch of her ass by a fat cock! She thought of how her hubby looked fucking another woman and how that same female took pleasure from it; sending the woman tumbling 'over the edge' into a wanton screaming climax of her own. She remembered feeling a little twinge of jealousy seeing Mr. Sir enjoy the woman so very much and how he must have felt the same twinge upon seeing his wife getting hammered from behind so soundly by a strange cock. It all made her clit pulse and throb.

She loved the ache of cheating, (and seeing her 'one-and-only' cheat). It wasn't really cheating in the purest sense of the word when it was boiled down to its very essence. Both she and Mr. Sir would always love one another and they both craved that feeling of seeing one another enjoying the physical pleasure of someone from outside the marriage. During the ass-fuck between the two couples, she'd caught sight of her hubby's wedding ring glinting on Henrietta's lovely hindquarters. She looked down at her own wedding ring and the aching burn of jealousy began to build and turn into something else; something wonderful that always made their marriage stronger!

That burn... that itch... that ache; it could only be soothed with one thing. They'd have to do what they always did after swinging; he'd have to claim her and she him! It always resulted in a scalding hot husband/wife hair-pulling fuck and she looked forward to it most of all following her extramarital escapades. Her eyes caught those of her husband's and she nodded to him. He read her mind and returned her nod; giving Henrietta a tap on the shoulder.

Henrietta also nodded; understanding immediately and silently. She reached a lazy arm over to Dan and ran her fingertips through his chest hairs. Words were spoken. More head nods occurred in the dim light. The 'dance' would resume again shortly, but first the musicians needed to 'warm up their instruments.'

The women (still being the medical professionals they were), washed both cocks in hot soapy water from a sink in the corner as the men simply allowed the ladies to 'tidy things up a bit.' Dan then found his hand seized by Henrietta's. She led him to one end of the table as Nancy did the same with Mr. Sir to the opposite end. The act of mouth-to-penis resuscitation could now begin!

Dan found himself unceremoniously pushed back with his ass resting on the sturdy table's padded edge as Henrietta dropped to her knees between his legs; seizing him by his still flaccid member. He'd now shot his load multiple times this evening and it was going to take more than a little work to restore him to something worth writing home about! He'd needn't worry however; he was in the hands of a true medical professional and devoted hedonist who drummed his cock against her cheek and chin as she pouted and said to him with big cow eyes fluttering long eyelashes,

"Oh poor Dan! Poor, poor Dan, Dan, Dan! ...I've been simply awful to you all this time haven't I?"

He nodded but smiled as the touch of her hands on his junk began to work their magic. Henrietta's touch was electric and wonderful. She seemed to know how to handle his instrument in precisely the fashion that would be the envy of any massage parlor trollop. As she slapped his dong against her playful pucker, she continued to speak with a voice soft and sweet as honey.

"I know I have been a beast to you," she said to him, "and now I plan to make it all up to you. Y'see, I've been so overworked and stressed at my practice, I haven't had any time for a little 'me time,' you understand?" Dan nodded. She took the end of his dong playfully in her mouth, running her tongue underneath his cockhead before popping it out with a loud juicy smack and continuing.

"...and you know what happens to a girl like me who does not get any 'me time relief,' do you Dan?"

He shook his head with a broad smile growing across his face, pushing up up his high cheeks and accentuating a strong chin beneath them in a way she found simply irresistible. There was chemistry building now between them. She made a phony angry face at him as she stroked his cock and rubbed his peckerhead against her kisser saying,

"She becomes a nasty little bitch!" She popped his dong-head back into her mouth for more lollipop sucks before pulling it out saying,

"...yes a nasty rotten, miserable little BITCH!... And do you know what a nasty rotten, miserable lil ole bitch needs?" Again Dan shook his head as she took his flesh colored all-day-sucker into her mouth; giving it a long hard deep-throat handshake with her tonsils.

"She needs," she explained as she pulled his cock from her puckered pie-hole with a bad girl pout, "a strong forceful guy to come along and teach her a lesson in manners! She needs to shut up and gag on his cock and for him to fuck some sense back into her, (as only a real man can). She needs him to put her in her place. Will you put me in my place Dan? I've been such a naughty bad girl lately!"

She kept drumming his dong-head against her lips and chin; a coquettish gleam shining in her eyes, (definitely not looking like the nasty vicious harpy of a woman who'd made his life a living hell at work). Instead her pout made her the look like a spoiled rotten brat who desperately needed the shit spanked out of her before being sent to bed without supper. She looked into his eyes and wondered what he'd do next. She got her answer not two seconds later.

Dan's jaw hardened. His hand seized the back of her head and grabbed her locks roughly in an iron-hard grip. Henrietta felt a rush of fear; making both her heart skip and her clit tingle simultaneously. Through gritted teeth Dan seethed at her,

"Open your fucking mouth BITCH!"

No sooner had she parted her lips obediently, then Henrietta felt her head pulled down roughly onto Dan's cock; his fingers gripping her hair like she were a piece of luggage. Her scalp felt as though it was on fire the way he handled; tugging her head back and forth on his cock - slamming her tonsils against the knob-head in stroke after brutish stroke. He thrust his hips up against her face and she whimpered submissively. Her clit tingled; her fingers pawing at it feverishly. He was 'doing her' precisely the way she needed and craved!

At the other side of the table Nancy was busy gorging herself on Mr Sir's gonads; sucking him as though she hadn't eaten in days. Mr. Sir tossed his head back and merely let her go to town on his hubby-junk. One thing was for certain, Nancy knew her way around a cock and her restorative powers were the stuff of legend!

The two couples could not have been in more stark contrast to one another. Where Nancy and Mr. Sir were now engaged in a passionate exchange between a wife and husband fueled by seeing one anther's infidelities; Dan and Henrietta's entanglement took on the appearance of something from a Viking raid on an Irish coastal town, (not that either of the two doctor's seemed to care)! Henrietta was beside herself with horny lust; pleased that the man whom she'd treated like a whipped dog for so long had finally had enough! As for the dog in question, Dan was now snarling with bared teeth and ready to put this whimpering bitch n' heat in her proper place; right over his fucking lap!

Still holding her by her hair, he pulled her from his dong and raised her to her feet as she blubbered and whined pitifully. It was all for show; Dr. Polkfeste had a pain threshold that would be the marvel of any interrogator. She'd soon show him just how true that was!

Sitting on the table, Dan now flipped Henrietta over his knee. Lying naked and vulnerable over his legs, she wondered if he'd somehow read her mind; she simply craved this! Dan raised his hand high with a vindictive snarl rippling across his muzzle.

To his partial amazement, she did not shield her ass with her hand; instead placing both hands at her sex under her weight. She aimed to take her 'correction' ...just like a naughty selfish brat should! Dan regained his composure, gritted his teeth and let the first blow fall.

Immediately upon feeling the first lightning bolt crack of his palm, Henrietta's head and feet rose in the air and she let out a tortured anguished howl of anguish. Another blow fell with an equally hard CRACK, and then another, and another, and another; each smack followed by blubbering yelps and heart-wrenching sobs. The cool whiteness of her soft round rump-cheeks began to take on a decidedly warmer and pinker nature. The blows continued to land; her head and feet thrashed, and her wails reverberated down the stairway and throughout the house. The only difference now was her hands were busily working her sex and clit; she'd craved such rude rough treatment so terribly much!

Again and again the blows came with a repetitive regular whack followed by howls of equal regularity. Dan could now feel Henrietta's hands working frantically against her crotch as he dispensed correction on her naughty bottom and it was now that Nancy's words came back to him in an epiphany. Nancy had assured him earlier in the evening that after this weekend, 'there would be no fear of the "dragon- lady" doctor from him,' and that much was most certainly true!

It all crystallized like the finest gemstone in his head... this was all very well-orchestrated to include this meeting with his naughty naked nemesis. He was indeed getting pointers on how to deal with 'Doctor Henrietta Hellfire' and had been getting them all along from the start of the evening with Nancy. What's more, the beastly boss bitch really needed to be put in her place; she indicated as much that it was her desire! Who was he to refuse a lady's wishes?

Now the blows and whacks were not only regular...they became hard; damnably hard in fact! Dan's hand actually stung from it but did Henrietta the Dragon Lady mind? Not in the least!

Henrietta was kicking, wailing as though her heart would break! Her hands were now a blur of furious self-abuse. Faster and faster she frigged herself as she reveled in her spanking until finally... she brought herself off with a loud banshee squall of,

"AAAGGGGGHHH! Oh GAWD Uggghh AAAGGGGHHH!"

Dan ceased landing swats as Henrietta's pussy suddenly spilled over; splattering a cascade of bitch-gasm across his knee that ran down both their legs and puddled on the floor. There was a pause of several seconds; the air punctuated only by the sound of Henrietta's panting and Nancy's sucking coming from the other side of the table. When she'd caught her breath the mean spirited bane of Dan's existence (who'd had just drenched his leg in puss juices), turned her face up to his.

"Why'd you stop?" she pleaded with a look of someone who'd just started to get warmed up.

"Because," he said grabbing her by her hair and pulling her to her feet, "I have other plans for you!'

Her face was now a giddy excited question mark. His was a masterful visage of quiet strength. A quick glance down at Dan's stiff dong however, told her all she needed to know. He had her mount the table and as she mounted the now drenched bit of furniture he slapped her rump with a roughness that surprised and delighted her immensely. She'd chosen well!

The CRACK on Henrietta's ass now roused Nancy and Mr. Sir into action. Soon both women found themselves back upon the table; heads down and asses up as behind them, a pair of men prepared to stretch two lovely female rump-holes with freshly restored cocks. Looking across the table at Henrietta, Nancy was now suddenly seized by an idea; a wonderfully wicked naughty idea!

No sooner had the thought hit Nancy's pretty little head then she leaned forward and whispered something in Henrietta's ear. Henrietta giggled and nodded in agreement. With that, Nancy flipped over like a happy little cheese omelet; scurrying beneath Henrietta.

Now the two were in a hot sweet sixty-nine position; kissing one another between the legs with passionate eager enthusiasm. Their little nibbles and pussy-pecks gradually became something more intense as heads thrashed, mouths gobbled, and noses poked dewy pink pots. All Dan and Mr. Sir could do was shake their heads and shrug happily.

Both gentlemen surveyed the scene for a few minutes time; marveling at the lovely spectacle of two women who thoroughly enjoyed one another. It was now simply a magical fleshy female mass the two women had melted into; passionate beautiful and inspiring. Within a few minutes time the two gentleman were sufficiently aroused that each placed his throbbing greased dong to an unoccupied female anus and shoved in up to the balls; skewering the humming licking mass of lovely female flesh!

The two women continued to feast but let go with muffled groans as the cocks split and stretched their insides. Both ladies now writhed bottoms appreciatively as the men began to plow at each end of the MILF-Kabob. Dan found himself sheathed deep inside Henrietta's naughty bottom and gasped with pleasure as he sawed back and forth cautiously. Mr. Sir felt the all too familiar squeeze of Nancy's hiney and he began to thrust into the lovely warmth of his wife's nasty snugness. The women munched mewed, and thrashed their rumps appreciatively. It commenced.

There was now a link between the pairs stronger than any chemical bond; that being none-other than the two girlie-gonad gobbling ladies. It seemed all powerful too this new thing; hot urgent and depraved and it was all the men could do to simply hold on to the writhing lovely mass of sweat soaked female flesh; all plump bottoms, legs, and lovely bellies that it was. The four soon were swept away with their all-consuming activity; completely caught in the moment and unaware of the clock's tick, nor could they have cared about it in the least. Cocks plowed bottoms, sweat ran down bodies, and quims juiced and ran freely as everything else ceased to matter.

Nancy after several minutes began to feel her hubby pounding her insides with increased rapidity. She sensed he was nearing something immense and powerful; between that and the ravenous onslaught of Henrietta's tongue upon her sex, she now felt a big one of own. It was as if the orgasmic energy were an electric current.

Henrietta felt it too; hot and urgent and like great pressure behind a dam slowly building. She was so fucking worked-up now from Dan's masterful spanking (and his subsequent brutish manhandling of her bottom), she could no-longer think in words; only urges and cravings as an animal might. She wanted him now to own her; to own the very woman who'd terrorized him the week before and filled him with dread! Now she wanted him to fill her with his hot seed, but not in this way.

Henrietta now wrenched herself from Nancy and pulled her ass free from Dan's throbbing dong. She flipped over on her back; raising her legs high and wide... her foot-soles pointed at the ceiling. She looked into Dan's eyes with a look of wanton need; her face a contorted mask of lust as she raged at him,

"Fuck me Dan! Take my pussy now!"

Dan fell upon her form; driving his dong deep into her sodden pussy and pinning her legs back with strong arms and shoulders. His cock-head found the back of her puss-passage and collided with it hard as lovely pink pussy squeezed from all directions. Henrietta let out a gasp followed by a shrill howl of joy as Dan's balls slapped her sweaty stretched anus. He began to slam her; down, deep, and hard in smacking wet strokes. It was all Henrietta could do to just scream happily and take it good n' hard, (like the bad girl she was; in need of good ole-fashioned 'correction')!

As Dan jack-hammered her in a good ole-fashioned pussy pounding, Henrietta now understood completely she'd found the man with the right tool for the job. He'd be more than able to fill the position she had in mind; a permanent position and one that had been vacant for her for a good long time. As he rose and fell; crushing her with each pounding stroke Henrietta realized however; she'd more pressing matters to consider. She was gonna fucking cum (and cum astoundingly hard)!

"EEEEYYYAAGGHH" Henrietta's voice ripped through the air; echoing throughout the house in a shrill caterwauling cry. A geyser of hot girllie-gasm splashed from her puss-hole; drenching Dan, herself, and the table. Dan responded by falling atop her; his weight coming to rest on her like a heavy lead blanket as his cock snorted and spouted rope after hot rope of cum deep inside her. Her wails and howls were suddenly muffled by his lips as his strong mouth seized hers in a simply overpowering kiss that she'd craved for too long; a kiss that she'd feel again and again over the years to come!

Nancy and Mr. Sir had been watching this hot torrid spectacle and now flew into a sympathetic release of energy. The husband pulled his wife's ass back onto his dong; spouting hot jets of jism deep in her anus! Nancy screamed and piddled hot dew freely in a loud head-shaking howler of an orgasm! The two fell forward in a hot sweaty heap; husband and wife having claimed one another following another torrid hot-wife session.

It was done. It was deliriously over and done. Now all that remained were happy sighs and weary giggles as the four sought to catch their breath.

Nancy was the first to stir. She gave her hubby "the tap," and Mr. Sir rose from atop her, his balls empty and his spirits high. Henrietta soon gave Dan a tap of her own but not before returning his kiss deeply; wrapping her legs around his rump as though she'd never let it go - ever!

The four decided they'd worked up an appetite. They left the secret playroom with its flickering TV's, soaked padded table, and its atmosphere heavy with sex funk. They now moved briskly to the kitchen.

Mr. Sir had set aside wine and post-fuck snacks for the occasion. All had been taken into consideration and the evening had proceeded even better than both he and Nancy had hoped. Not only had it been an enjoyable encounter for Nancy (something her hubby always loved to see), Dan and Henrietta had also come together, (something Nancy had predicted might happen but maybe not on the first go). Over glasses of wine and finger sandwiches she told Dan and Henrietta this.

"So you knew about this all along," Dan asked, "that me and 'Hen' here would hit it off?"

" I knew," Nancy said, "that she'd had her eye on you but due to professional considerations, she wasn't acting on the itch in her panties. I knew however, there was a chance you'd both 'connect' with a certain alchemy that would produce something special and entirely new."

"Damned Hospital Code of Ethics!" Dr. Polkfest said popping a finger sandwich in his mouth and following it up with a tender kiss.

"Yes," Nancy agreed, "it does get in the way of good wholesome dirty fun between consenting adults."

"So you set all of this up?" Dan said, "The dinner, the fact that Hennie would be here? You and your husband went to all this trouble?"

"Oh yes," Nancy nodded happily as she threw her arms around her naked hubby and kissed him on the cheek as he opened another wine bottle, "It wasn't merely for you and Henrietta. True she'd told me she wanted a younger man in her life and you being about five years her junior; you fit the bill, but there was more. This was also for me and my darling hubby, Mr. Sir, as well you see!"

"So my fucking you really fed something before-hand," Dan asked, still trying to understand, "... it tossed some more coal on the fire for your marriage?"

"Oh yes Dan," Nancy said with another peck on Mr. Sir's cheek, "We do this thing all the time and it revs our marriage up and keeps things vital between us. You see, I have needs and part of his needs are seeing those needs of mine being full-filled. In return for his 'considerations,' I make sure he enjoys himself too with both me and others, like Henrietta here!" Dan nodded while Nancy continued,

"All women have sexual fantasies. The perfect husband makes them come true. Give and you shall receive."

"And now," Dr. Henrietta Polkfeste said, pulling Dr. Dan Hardwoode up against her as she playfully threw a leg around his hip in a snuggling embrace, "you'll have a chance to make a few fantasies come true for me, your horny 'Mother Hen!'" She paused for a moment; looking straight into the eyes of her new boy-toy of a doctor and asked him point blank, "You game for this?"

"I am," he said, drawing her up for a kiss in a pair of strong arms, "most definitely; ALL IN!"

Nancy observeded and smiled. It had been a productive evening. Not only she scratched her own selfish itches (and those of her hubby's), she'd found a special someone for Henrietta. True, that special someone would now look at Dr. Polkfeste as a priority and not her, but Nancy understood that she was not losing a lover, (she was simply gaining a couple for her and Mr. Sir to enjoy in countless swinging escapades and adventures in the future). She'd done well by her account of the evening; very well!

Monday arrived as Monday's do. People went to work and started their weekly grind. Nancy found herself back in the Helping Hands Hospital bright and early assisting Dr. Polkfeste as one patient after another found their way into the good doctor's stirrups. There was something that was different. The good doctor didn't seem tired at all; in fact she was radiant and cheerful. Her sunshiny mood lasted for the entire day.

Standing next to her and observing attentively the whole time was Dr. Dan Hardwoode with the strong confidence of a new man; a man reborn, a man well at ease in his surroundings. As Dr. Polkfeste spoke to him through the days events and issues; she did so not as a condescending superior, but instead in the manner of a colleague who considered his opinions and insights. Once or twice when she seen he'd made an error, she made tactful supportive suggestions for his benefit. Nancy saw Dr. Polkfeste's demeanor with the young doctor; noting in the back of her mind that it was "warm and welcoming."

At the close of day, Nancy caught Dr. Polkfeste's attention. She and Mr. Sir would be having drinks that evening on the back deck by their pool and she wanted to know if the good doctor would be able to make it a threesome. The doctor looked up from her paperwork and wrinkled her brow saying,

"Oh so sorry Nurse Gardener, I'll have to simply take a rain-check. I'll be able to make it over to your place Friday evening for dinner, but Dr. Hardwoode is taking me out for Chinese and then a late movie. Thank you so much though!"

At that moment Dr. Dan poked his head in the door. He was getting ready to leave, but he needed to finalize a few things. He apologized for the interruption,

"Nurse Gardner, I'm so sorry. I just needed to speak to Dr. Polkfeste. Doctor are we still on for this evening?"

"Yes Dr. Hardwoode," Henrietta replied, "I'll see you at my place at seven!"

"Good," said nodding curtly and disappeared handsomely as ever, but not without a sly wink to Nancy. The door close and he was gone. Nancy turned and saw that Dr. Henrietta Polkfeste was happily flushed; even smitten.

As Nancy left for the day and headed to the parking garage she smiled. She'd done well. She'd brought those two together. Dan was a new man and Henrietta was a new woman with a bounce in her step and a new lease on life by the looks of things. The dragon lady was gone, replaced by the 'Mother Hen,' and she was most assuredly going to take 'special care' of her young cock.

Nancy started her car and sped home. At the house Mr. Sir sat down at a desk; his panama hat cocked rakishly to one side atop his head. He opened a document on his computer and began to tap away; spinning a tale for future readers to enjoy of how Nurse Nancy slayed the dragon lady and got Dr. Dan to make house calls. He wanted to get a few pages typed up to at least start things... once she pulled into the drive however, his attention would be focused entirely on Nurse Nancy!
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