Joanne is sitting on the edge of her bed, leaning down to tie her running shoe laces. She loves getting out for a run as soon as she arrives home from work, especially on a nice summer evening like today.
"Hey honey, how was your day?" asks Eric, Joanne's husband of five years, as he walks into the room.
"Oh you know, the usual," she replies, flashing him a warm smile.
Joanne loves her job at the fertility clinic where she works as a nurse. She knew she was lucky to have a job she enjoys, and actually makes a difference to people's lives. Helping patients conceive a baby was one of the most rewarding jobs she could imagine.
"You going for a run?" Eric asks as he hops onto the bed, causing his wife to bounce a little, and then props himself up on an elbow facing her.
"Yep, you wanna come?" says Joanne.
"I can think of another type of exercise we could do together," Eric says. "You know I can't resist you when you wear your running clothes."
Joanne is wearing a tight white running vest that leaves some of her toned midriff exposed, and a pair of black leggings designed for runners. She has her brown hair tied up in a high ponytail.
"That can wait til later," she says back to Eric, and swats his hand away as he reaches out across the bed pretending to grab her.
Joanne picks up her ear buds from the bedside table, then pops them in. They automatically sync to her phone, and she selects a playlist before slipping the handset into the pouch strapped to her arm.
"See ya later," she says, and winks at her husband, then bounces out of her bedroom, down the stairs and out her front door. A quick stretch, then she starts her running watch on her wrist as she takes off.
Eric is snoozing on the bed where Joanne left him 45 minutes earlier. But he stirs when he hears her enter the room.
"Hmmm, you're back. You ready for some fun," he groans, grabbing his crotch.
"I couldn't think about anything else on my run," says Joanne. "But I'm all sweaty, I'll just take a quick shower first." She double checks her app to make sure of her dates. Yep, this is a good time, she's due to ovulate any day now. They should have sex.
"No, don't," Eric quickly says. " I like when you're sweaty."
"Ew gross, no way," Joanne says, wrinkling her nose as she strips off her clothes and runs on her toes towards the bathroom, covering her most private areas for whatever reason as she goes. "But you can join me if you want," she shouts back.
Eric doesn't need a second invitation. He jumps off the bed, stumbling as he tries to take off his pants at the same time. He catches up with his wife just as she turns on the shower, then playful squeals and laughter can be heard through the house.
Joanne and Eric met in high school, but they didn't hook up then. He was barely aware she existed. But she ended up going to the same college as Eric, and when they randomly bumped into each other on a night out, it was the first time that they actually spoken to each other, even though they were from the same small town. Joanne was in her freshman year at the time, and Eric was a junior.
Joanne recognized him immediately, she had always thought he was cute in school, but the attraction didn't work both ways back then. Her school days were difficult for Joanne, and she didn't really make the most of her looks, to put it mildly, dressing like something between a geek and a tomboy. But the summer between school and college was like an awakening for her. The braces came out and she developed a sense of style, plus an awareness that she had what men wanted. She was sexy and beautiful, but she had kept it hidden from the world through sheer teenage angst and shyness.
By the time her freshman year began, she had lost all the awkwardness that held her back in school. They instantly hit it off that night, and started dating soon afterwards. Eric was the one now punching above his weight.
"It's our wedding anniversary next week," Joanne says to Agnes as they sit having a coffee together in the staff break room.
"Oh how lovely," says Agnes, beaming. "What is it, five, six years?"
"Seven," says Joanne. "Can you believe that?"
"Time waits for nobody," Agnes says quietly, then takes a sip from the mug she's holding between both hands.
Wasn't that the truth, Joanne thinks. She always wanted kids, but she just never felt it was the right time. She and Eric discussed the whole kids thing several times, and he wants them too, but like Joanne, he was happy to wait a while after getting married.
Now at 35, she feels like the clock is starting to tick a little louder. The years go by so fast. Eric is 37, so a little older than her, but he doesn't need to worry about his biological clock the same way Joanne does. It's a man's world, she thinks, taking a big gulp from her own cup.
When they started trying a year ago, Joanne knew from her work here at the clinic that getting pregnant is not always a straight-forward thing. She wasn't panicking just yet, she still had plenty of time on her side. But she had hoped they would be lucky and fall pregnant quickly. She had seen women well into their forties conceive and give birth, and she was much younger than that. But she would be lying if she said each passing month with a negative test wasn't making her a little more anxious.
Although she loved her job, working in a fertility clinic didn't help with her worries. Being surrounded by pregnancy and fertility discussions sometimes kept the issue to the forefront of her mind. But this is work, and Joanne is professional enough to keep her personal situation separate. Usually.
Probably due to her profession, Joanne couldn't resist the temptation to get herself tested to see if everything her end was in working order. She didn't want any of her colleagues to be involved or know about it, so she went to a different fertility clinic. She was delighted to find that everything was as it should be for a woman her age. Perhaps they just haven't gotten lucky yet. But if the reason for nothing happening in the past year was physiological, it's looking like it's a problem with Eric.
Agnes and Joanne get on like a house on fire, despite the age difference. Agnes is 62, has three grown up children, and five grandchildren. "Five that I know of," she remarks regularly, referring to her only son's wild youth before he settled down and got married. She has a wicked sense of humor, which can often be filthy. They've worked together so long now, almost eight years, they have become close friends too and not just work colleagues.
Agnes can brighten up even the worst day with her stories from home, or some hilarious remark under her breath to Joanne. But it's the comments she makes about some of the men that come into the clinic which can be the funniest, and cause Joanne to struggle to maintain her composure.
"What I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall in there," Agnes said quietly to Joanne last week when a guy less than half her age came in for a semen analysis. "He could drop as many crackers in my bed as he wanted, I wouldn't be kicking him out."
His name was Chris. He and his wife have been trying for a baby unsuccessfully for over a year now. They reminded Joanne of her and Eric.
Joanne was just about to bring him down the corridor to one of the three private rooms the clinic has for this particular purpose, but now she had to do it while suppressing a childish giggle, thanks to her friend. Of course, Agnes's inappropriate comment was referring to how attractive Chris was, and Joanne couldn't help but agree with her elderly co-worker.
The sperm collection rooms are all identical, equipped with a leather armchair facing a wall-hung flat screen TV that shows a selection of adult viewing material. There's a wash basin and hand wipes for cleaning up, a small table beside the armchair, and not much else.
But something about these rooms, and more specifically what goes on in them, intrigues Joanne. Well, it's more than that. She would never admit this to anyone, but Joanne gets turned on by them, by what these men are doing inside.
Secretly, Joanne likes when she is the last woman the men see before they go in, and she'll often purposely walk a few steps in front of them down the corridor so they can check her out on the short journey. She knows she can have a certain effect on men, and being honest, she enjoys it.
She usually looks back over her shoulder to say something to her clients as they walk, but really it's just to see if they're looking at her ass. They almost always are. When she catches them, it turns her on big time. I wonder will they think about me when they're jerking off, Joanne usually wonders. She hopes they do. It excites her to imagine the men thinking about her when they masturbate.
Joanne works out quite a lot, and running has given her a nice toned ass that her husband is obsessed with, especially in her blue scrubs that she wears to work.
"Take as long as you need, there's no pressure," Joanne said to Chris last week. She couldn't help but take a quick glance down at his crotch, and was sure she could see a hint of a cock in his pants. God, that's nice, she thought. She loves looking at a man's bulge.
She enjoys imagining what they are doing inside when the door shuts. Do they like to sit or stand? Do they use the TV, watch something on their phone, or just use their imagination and maybe think about the nurse they were with just a few moments ago?
Agnes may have been joking, but she made a good point - I would love to be a fly on the wall in there too.
When the door opened twenty minutes later, Joanne immediately looked up over the computer screen where she was working to see Chris walk out. Only one side of his shirt was tucked into his pants, the other hung down loosely.
She stood up a little too quickly, causing Agnes to look at her and give a knowing smirk.
"All done?" she said to Chris.
"Yeah, eh, do I give this to you?" he asked, holding up his plastic container with his freshly squirted load inside.
"Sure, I can take it," said Joanne.
When he handed over the cup it was still warm, and that made Joanne dampen her panties.
"Thanks, so is that it, do I need to do anything else?" Chris asked.
"No, that's everything. We'll contact you when the results are ready, probably tomorrow," Joanne replied.
"OK, thanks," Chris said, the embarrassment evident all over his face, then he turned and walked towards the exit without hesitating. The poor guy couldn't get out of here quick enough.
"Pull your tongue back in honey," Agnes said quietly, giving her a wink as she walked past.
Who was she to talk about men checking her out, she was just as guilty of that herself.
"Can you confirm your name please?" Joanne asks a client at her workstation as he sat opposite her. She's met him before at his initial consultation with his wife, but she needs to check to follow procedure.
It's 4.30pm on Friday, and it's been a long day. A long week in fact, but she's due to finish up in 30 minutes she's in a great mood. Thankfully, this is her last client of the day, and it's her favorite procedure.
"Brad Kelly," the man replies, obviously nervous.
After confirming other information such as his date of birth and address, again all part of the procedure, Joanne is ready to show him to the private room where he could produce his semen sample for analysis. Joanne remembered carrying out a procedure on Brad's wife Michelle a few weeks ago. Everything was good with her, so she was crossing her fingers for Brad to get some good news from this analysis.
"OK, we're all set. If you can follow me I'll show you to one of our private rooms," she said to him, handing him a plastic container as they both stood up.
He took it without saying anything.
"Take as long as you need," Joanne said, and she couldn't resist doing her usual little trick of looking back at her client before she spoke, to see if he was looking.
Brad's eyes were fixed firmly on her ass, and he must not have heard her speak as he continued to stare without answering.
"Sorry," he said after another second or two, snapping out of it. "I was a million miles away."
"No problem, I was just saying there's no rush. You take all the time you need, OK?" she said, smiling at him warmly when she finished speaking.
"Thank you," Brad said, then walked into the room as Joanne held the door open for him.
She had her usual thoughts as she walked back up the corridor. She found Brad attractive. He's good looking in a rugged way. Very masculine, she thought. He got a good look at my ass too, so I hope he's thinking about it right now.
After Brad had been in the collection room for twenty minutes, Joanne needed to use the bathroom. The clinic was quiet at this time of the day, especially on a Friday. Agnes was still here, and one of two other clients.
"I'm just running to the bathroom," she said to Agnes. "I'll only be a minute."
"Sure thing sweetie," Agnes replied, without looking up from her screen.
When she got back, Agnes was still typing.
"Is he still in there?" Joanne asked her.
"Who, dear?" Agnes answered.
"Brad Kelly, in room 2, semen analysis," Joanne said.
"Oh yes, the big hunky guy. Em, I think he left," says Agnes.
"I don't see his sample," Joanne replies.
"He probably left it in there, you know what some of them are like, they can't get out of here fast enough," the older woman said.
"OK, I'll just go down and get it," Joanne says, looking at her watch as she walks quickly to the private room the client was in. It's almost 5pm, she want's to get out of here before it gets too late.
When she reaches the room, Joanne presses down on the handle and walks inside while hardly breaking stride, the spring on the door causing it to close softly behind her.
Suddenly Joanne realizes she has made a terrible mistake. "OH MY GOD!" she squeals, clasping her hands to her mouth in shock. The client hadn't left. In fact, he was very much in the middle of why he's here today.
Joanne immediately turns and bolts for the door as quickly as possible. Just as she places her hand on the handle, his deep voice cuts through the air.
"Wait," he says.
She freezes, instinctively, then there's silence. It's probably only for a couple of seconds, but it feels longer. Joanne notices the sex sounds coming from the TV. The volume is very low, but she can hear a woman moaning.
"Sorry, this isn't working for me," he says. "I can't cum. I need a woman, not this shit." He must be referring to the porn.
What did he expect her to do? Surely he doesn't think I'm going to actually 'help' him. And that's when she hears his breathing get louder, and the sound of movement - he's jerking off. Is he looking at me?
"You're beautiful," he says. "If you could just stay there. Man that's some ass you got."
How the hell has she got herself into this situation, Joanne thinks. He must have forgotten to lock the door. There's a lock on the inside that she assumes all of the men use. But obviously not. Well not this time anyway.
I need to get out of here, she thinks. But something stops her. She's enjoying being looked at. Joanne can't see him or what he's doing as she's facing the door, but she knows what's going on.
Slowly, she releases her grip on the door handle, and drops her hand down to her side. Her sense of hearing is magnified at this point, and she can hear the sound of this bear of a man stroking his cock just a few feet behind her. Her pussy is tingling.
Joanne doesn't know why she did it, she just got caught up in the heat of the moment. She grabbed hold of the sides of her top, the loose fitting blue scrubs that match the pants, pulled it forwards to make it tight at the back and sides, and lifted it up a few inches to fully expose her ass and the bottom inch of her back. If this guy is like her husband, he'll really like this. Eric loves her ass in her scrubs.
It wasn't much, but it made her complicit. She was now actively helping her patient masturbate to produce his semen sample.
"Fuck yes," he moans, and she can hear him speed up his strokes.
She wants to look around so bad, but she is afraid that will make what's happening real. She could get fired for this. Correction, she thinks, she would get fired for this, even just doing what she is right now.
But she can't help herself. This is my fantasy come to life, she thinks. Sometimes Joanne would play out scenarios very similar to this exact situation in her mind as she masturbated at home after work.
"Will you pull them down? Just a little," he asks.
It feels almost like someone else is controlling her body. Before she thinks her next move through, Joanne slips her thumbs into the waistband of her scrubs at either side of her waist, and carefully slips them down a few inches, exposing the top of her panties. Thankfully she wore a nice ones to work today. They're a new pair of dark pink boyshorts. They make her ass look good in her scrubs.
He grunts as he really wanks himself hard looking at her. Nothing like this has ever happened before, and she's can't believe how horny it's making her. Her motor is running now, and she feels her juice pool in her panties along her slit. But she resists the temptation to touch herself, which is not easy. She wants to slip a hand into her panties more than anything right now.
"All the way," he mumbles.
At this stage, what difference does it make, she thinks. Joanne pulls the blue scrubs down over the curve of her firm ass, letting the waistband come to rest a couple of inches below the bottom of the panties.
"Are you close?" she asks him, speaking to him for the first time.
"Yeah, nearly there," he says, and Joanne hears him step closer to her.
"The cup, don't forget the cup," she says, reminding him.
"Shit," he says, then she hears him take a step away, followed by two more steps back in her direction. He must be very close to her now, she can hear his breathing much louder than before. "Thanks, I left it on the table." Fuck, he's right behind her.
Joanne hears the lid of the plastic container being screwed open, and for whatever reason she reaches a hand behind her back.
"Give me the lid, I'll hold it for you," she says. He hands it to her without saying anything.
Then he resumes jerking off again, but he's not climaxing. Getting the cup must have made him lose his rhythm. After another minute, Joanne is starting to get more anxious, she's worried she's going to get caught. But she's also having the most intense sexual experience of her life, and nobody has even laid a finger on her, even herself. She's torn, and then it dawns on her that the thrill of getting caught is only adding to her arousal.
Brad is a reasonably good looking guy, but his attractiveness comes from his rugged and powerful body. He's a big man, with untidy facial hair. Not someone Joanne would have thought of as her type. But right now, he's turning her on more than she has been in years.
What she does next isn't a thoughtless, auto-pilot move. Joanne has very much regained control of her senses, and body. What prompts her to do this is an overpowering lust and feeling of arousal running through her body that she can't overcome, so she buckles and gives in to it.
She slowly, deliberately, reaches a hand back, but her blind search feels only thin air. Maybe he isn't standing as close to her as she thought.
However, that changes instantly when he steps forward again, and suddenly Joanne feels a strong hand on her wrist, guiding her delicate little hand to where he wants it.
It's wet and hot when she feels it first. And hard, very, very hard. Instinctively, she wraps her fingers around this stranger's shaft, and gently strokes her hand up to the tip, which makes him breath out a deep groan.
As she pulls on his cock, he steps forward even closer to her. That's when she feels it. His cockhead pokes into her panty covered ass, right into her crack just above her ass hole.
A slap on the door inches from her face startles her, but she looks up and sees his hand. He's leaned forward, placing his left hand on the door for balance, and immediately she feels him grind his dick harder into her crack, then pull back. He's fucking her hand.
"Fucking hell, that's good," he whispers into Joanne's ear, his warm breath making the hairs on her neck stand on end, and set her pussy alight.
After letting him thrust in and out through her hand a few more times, she tightens her grip on his cock to keep him still, then drags his hard tip down her crack until it sticks in between her legs. He tries to shove it forward, but Joanne holds her grip and she drags his fat cockhead back upwards again, feeling it press into her ass hole as it passes along the crevice between her cheeks. She keeps lifting it all the way up until the precum leaking pisshole reaches the bare skin of her lower back, where it slips around freely between her back dimples without the friction of her panties.
"Give me the cup," she says to Brad, turning her head slightly to speak over her shoulder, and reaching out her hand that's holding the lid. He places the container into her hand beside the lid as he's told.
Giving his cock a few strokes first, she then brings it down along her crack again, but this time when she reaches the bottom, she lets him push it between her legs like he wanted to do the first time. Without the resistance, he pushes it all the way through, almost losing his balance in the process. That's when Joanne hears a second slap on the door, but this time she's less startled.
He now has both hands on the door, an arm reaching over each of her shoulders. Joanne feels small and vulnerable with such a powerful and imposing man towering over her like this, but instead of feeling threatened, she's incredibly turned on.
When she looks down, she's surprised to see so much of his shaft sticking out from between her legs. His fat cock is longer than she expected. God he would be a good fuck, she thinks.
He keeps still for a few seconds, but when Joanne clenches her legs tighter together, Brad can't resist the sensation and starts to thrust in and out, fucking her thighs slowly.
She imagines this feels good for him, but it's nearly as good as a fucking for her. His cock is sliding along her slit, and hitting her clit on each thrust. Even with her panties between his cock and her, it's still an amazing feeling.
"Tell me when you're going to come, OK?"
He's grunts an acknowledgement, and continues to hump her from behind. Joanne has both hands free now, so she places a hand on the door for balance too. She needs to, he's shoving it between her legs pretty hard, and his hips are slamming against her ass knocking her off balance.
If he keeps going for much longer, he's going to make her cum. She wants him desperately to keep going, just a bit longer, just another few flicks off her clit.
But when he takes his hands off the door and grabs her waist, she knows what's about to happen.
"Now, cumming now," he groans. He keeps one hand on her left side, but brings the other up and grabs hold of her tit, squeezing it over her blue scrubs.
He gives one final, hard thrust, and Joanne is ready. She has the cup waiting where his cockhead protrudes, and catches the first huge rope of white cum as it erupts from his pisshole.
There is enough of his prick sticking through for Joanne to wrap her hand around it, and keep it still enough to aim it where she wants his semen to go. She massages the top of his shaft near the cockhead, and uses her thumb to gently rub around his tip, milking his pulsating cock through his ejaculation.
"Oh that's good," he grunts. "I'd bet your a serious little screw."
He grinds up against her ass, keeping his cock sticking out the other side for his nurse to collect his full load.
Joanne is breathing heavy, her panties soaked between her legs from a mixture of his precum and her own pussy juice. Hearing him speak to her like that brought her right to the edge of a climax.
But she maintains her composure and keeps his squirting tip inside the plastic container, making sure to not let any spill, which is not that easy with the angle she needs to keep the cup.
The feeling of his strong hands holding her in position while he shoots his load is having a powerful effect on Joanne.
Finally, he finishes shooting his massive load, but he keeps his hand on her breast stlll feeling her up, and rests his hairy face on her shoulder with his bristles tickling her bare neck. He's still holding her waist, and she notices he's gently moving his thumb in circles on her side, feeling her bare skin.
"Now, all done," she says trying to sound professional, but the fact she releases his cock from between her thighs as she says it makes that a difficult feat to achieve.
As Joanne screws the lid onto the container and subtly pulls her scrubs up over her ass, behind her she hears the sound of pants being pulled up and a belt being buckled.
She could try to spin this as only doing her job, but who would she be trying to kid. She allowed this to happen because it made her horny as hell.
"Thanks," he says. "I don't think I could have managed that without you."
Joanne turns around, finally, and looks up at him.
"What happened here, to get this done, stays between us, OK?"
"What do you think?" he replies. "You think I need my wife knowing about this?"
"OK, well once we're on the same page."
Joanne looks at her watch as sees it's 5.15pm. Has she really been in here that long.
"You go ahead, I'll fix up in here," she says, not able to stop herself smiling at him when she looks up into his eyes.
Why the hell does she feel like a giddy, horny teenager.
"Thanks again," he says, then opens the door and leaves.
I better wait for a minute, she thinks, just in case anyone is around.
When it feels like enough time has passed, Joanne walks out of the room too. To her relief, there isn't anyone else around. So she makes her way back to her desk and sits down to bag up the sample still in her hand for testing.
"You be careful girlie," says a familiar voice.
Agnes has appeared out of seemingly nowhere.
"Jesus, my heart," Joanne says. "You gave me a fright."
"Never mind that. You're playing a very dangerous game."
"I don't know what you mean," Joanne says, her heart beating harder than ever. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She's been caught. Oh shit, this is it, her job, marriage, all over. All because of this. What the fuck was she thinking. She feels like she's going to be sick.
"Be careful, that's all I'm saying," says Agnes.
There's silence between the two women. It lasts for ten, maybe fifteen seconds, and then Joanne can't hold it anymore. She bursts out crying.
"Agnes, what have I done. I'm such a fucking idiot," she manages to say between the sobbing. "Let me tell Eric first. And give me a few weeks to find a new job."
"What in Christ's name are you going on about woman?" says Agnes. "Do you think I'm going to tell on you?"
Joanne just keeps sobbing, tears streaming down her face.
"Oh good lord you're serious," says Agnes, who raises a hand to cover a smile she can't stop forming on her lips.
"But...but..." Joanne tries to speak.
"There there child," the older woman says, comforting Joanne with a hug. "You've got me all wrong. I'm not going to tell Eric about your visit to the....little boys room. Or anyone else for that matter. I'm just giving you some friendly advice. If you want to give.... a helping hand.... or whatever else is needed to get the job done, just do it a little more discreetly."
"Wha....but....what do you...." Joanne says trailing off, unable to think straight.
"You think you're the first nurse to get a little hot and bothered by the goings on in those rooms?" Agnes says with an eyebrow raised. "We all do honey. I've milked out more loads in there than I care to remember."
Joanne is stunned. Speechless.
"Pick your jaw up off the floor dear. So, what did you do for him? A tug? A suck? Oh, did you let him go all the way, you naughty minx? Or did you just let him feel you up a bit, that's enough for some of them you know," says Agnes, the excitement clear in her voice.
"I let him stand behind me and put it between my legs," says Joanne sheepishly, using a tissue paper to dry up the last of her tears.
"That's....interesting," Agnes says, a quizzical look on her face as she tries to imagine it.
"It worked," Joanne says defensively when she sees how Agnes reacted. "I collected the full sample."
"Oh aren't you a great little nurse," Agnes says sarcastically. "Because that's the only thing you were interested in in that room."
"I....I...," Joanne stammers, struggling to come up with an honest response.
"I'm only joking honey. I believe you, that you wanted to help him with his sample. But don't try to tell me that's all you got from your.... encounter. You stayed in that room because you wanted his cock. It's OK honey, we all have our urges."
Of course she was right. She did want his cock, to feel it in her hand, to make him spurt his seed out. And she knows she wants more. Not just that guy, but more men, different men. Different cocks. God she's such a slut, she thinks. It's not sex though, she tries to reason with herself.
Joanne tries again to say something, but she fails and just looks at the ground.
"It's OK sweetie, it's only nature. You're hardwired to want them. If you want my advice, whatever satisfaction you get from going into that room with a man, don't deny yourself. You only live once," Agnes says.
"But what about Eric. Oh God Agnes, what have I done. I have to tell him."
"Are you out of your mind girl. You will do no such idiotic thing. You love him, don't you? Well don't ruin that just because you have needs you can't get from a marriage. You can have both. But like I said, be careful about it."
"You keep telling me to be careful. What do you mean?" asks Joanne.
"Book them in after hours, the 5pm slot, or even 5.30 to be extra safe. And use room 3, it's around the corner, a more discreet location."
"Sounds like you know what you're talking about," says Joanne.
Agnes gives her a cheeky wink.
"What if he tells his wife. Brad, the guy I....helped. I'm such an idiot Aggie, I really didn't think this though. I'm not cut out for this."
"Sure, he could tell her. That's always a risk. But is he really likely to? I mean, what sane man would go home and tell his wife that the sexy nurse from the clinic jerked him off, or whatever, and risk breaking up his marriage just when they're trying for a baby. It's not very likely, now is it?" Agnes says.
"I guess not," Joanne agrees, feeling a little less guilty about what she did.
"You want one last piece of advice? Go home, give your husband some head and keep your legs spread for him every night. Do that, then come to work and do whatever the hell you want with the men we get in here. Everyone's happy."
"Can I tell you something?" Joanne says to her friend. "I feel like such a slut. This is the first time I've ever done anything like this. But if I'm being honest, I like it. The feeling of being wanted by that man. Then the feeling of power I got when I made him cum. Even thinking about it now......"
"Makes you want more," Ages says, finishing Joanne's sentence and completing her thoughts exactly. "Welcome to the club honey."
"Wow, you look amazing," Eric says to his wife when he gets home from work. "What's the occasion?"
Eric is talking about the sexy outfit Joanne is wearing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Her brown hair is hanging down over her shoulders, a few locks brushing against her almost fully exposed tits, which are being shown off by the plunging neckline and thin straps of the little black dress she's wearing. It's tight around her ass, which it barely covers. In fact, the bottoms of her cheeks can be seen under the hem.
She bought this over ten years ago and Joanne is proud that not only she can still fit into it, but she still looks good. It's purely for the bedroom these days though.
After her chat with Agnes earlier, Joanne left the clinic and went home, sick to her stomach with guilt for the entire drive. But gradually, she let what her friend said sink in. She was right about keeping Eric satisfied. She needed to be a better wife, and sexual partner. She had let sex become solely about getting pregnant, and neglected her husband's needs the rest of the month. If he had found a bit on the side to keep his balls drained, she wouldn't blame.him.
It wasn't always this way. Eric was her first. She was 18, he was 20, and he was her only sexual partner for a long time after that. But when she was 24 they went on a break. It was mutual, both of them felt they had lost out on something by getting together so young, and things getting serious between them so quickly. The reason seems almost silly now in hindsight, but at the time Joanne couldn't get past it, a break from their relationship was something she needed. So they went their separate ways, but assured each other that if it was meant to be between them, they would find a way back to each other.
Their separation only lasted eight months, but Joanne certainly made the most of it. She had never even considered cheating on Eric while they were together, but within a week of breaking up, she was lying underneath only the second man in her life. A third followed days later. Four months after breaking up with Eric, she struggled to keep count. She had turned into a cock hungry slut.
When she met Eric, she had just discovered the joys of being attractive to men. And over the six years they were together before their break, she enjoyed the advances of many men in that time, even if she would never act on it. The attention was flattering, but it did make her feel like she was missing out on something.
However, even after being with more men than most women would ever be with in a lifetime, or two or three lifetimes even, none of them came close to what Eric meant to her. She had the best sex of her life with some of these men, but she knew Eric was still the one.
So when he called her eight months to the day after they last spoke, she knew they were meant to be. There was a man beside her in her bed the morning Eric called. An older man in his 50s, and a very good fuck. She looked over at him sleeping while she spoke to Eric, rekindling their love for each other, and she knew he would be her last. Eric asked to meet her later to talk, and she agreed. When she ended the call she woke him up with a suck and climbed on top for one last ride.
Later that day she met Eric for a coffee, and they've been together since. They agreed to start fresh, and neither of them ever asked about what the other did during their break. It was unspoken, and they never dared bring it up. They were together now and committed, that's all that mattered.
In truth, Joanne didn't think Eric would find someone else to keep his needs satisfied, he was too honest. He probably had to jerk off for three weeks every month, and Joanne didn't even give that a second thought. Well that was going to change from now on. She would be the one to empty her husband's sack.
But she had come to accept she needed more in her sex life than her husband could provide. She hated herself for it, but she couldn't deny what she felt a few hours ago at the clinic. It was like a fire had been ignited inside her, and it was a blaze she couldn't extinguish, even if she wanted to.
"No occasion. Can a loving wife not look nice for her husband?" Joanne answered, and proceeded to lean over the table to light a candle, knowing her very short dress would lift up another couple of inches revealing her bald pussy. She had decided to forgo her underwear.
"Don't bother with that," Eric said, referring to the candle, as he walked over behind his wife, loosening his tie on the way.
He spun her around and buried his tongue into her mouth. He couldn't keep his hands off her, groping her ass, his hands up under her dress.
"Let's go to bed," she said to him, breaking away from their kiss, and taking his hand in hers as she led him to their bedroom.
Joanne couldn't remember the last time she was this turned on for Eric. The sexy outfit helped, but she knew in her heart the main reason is what happened at work. She was getting off on what she did with another man, and had now come home to her husband afterwards.
When they reached the bed, Eric bent her over the side, her feet still on the ground, and got down on his knees behind her. She knew her pussy was right there waiting for him, her dress was much too short to come even close to keeping her modesty in tact in this position.
He dove straight in, shoving his tongue up her cunt. It's been at least a year since he did this, and she didn't realize how much she missed it until now. Then when he moved down to her clit she remembered how good his is at this. He has her body trembling in seconds, her climax fluttering through her.
When she hears him pull down his zipper, she spins around as quick as a flash and drops to her knees facing her standing husband, placing her hands on his.
"Let me," she says, and he gently takes his hands away to let his wife do whatever she wants.
Joanne opens his belt and pants, and pulls them down his legs, dragging his boxers down too. His hard cock springs up and slaps her on the chin. They both laugh and smile at each other.
Then she wraps her fingers around his shaft. The same fingers that were wrapped around another man's cock only a couple of hours ago. It shouldn't, but this sends a jolt of excitement through Joanne. She can't help but compare the two cocks. Her husband's is smaller in every way, but that only makes her even hornier, knowing she jerked off a much bigger one already today.
Looking up into his eyes as she slowly strokes him, Joanne opens her mouth and wraps her lips around her husband's tip, then takes him into her mouth where she swirls her tongue around his spongy cockhead. Eric has always loved getting a blowjob, but she can count on one hand how many she's given him in the past 5 years.
What the fuck was wrong with her, she thinks. She loves giving head. Did she just get bored?
Then she feels him harden up even more.
"I'm close," he says, and goes to pull his cock out of his wife's mouth. But Joanne has different ideas.
She keeps on sucking, and even decides to take him down into her throat, something she has rarely done for her husband. She's done it plenty of times before though, just not that much with Eric.
He groans loudly, obviously enjoying deepthroating his wife, and he holds his shirt up out of the way so he can enjoy the view of Joanne bottoming out and burying her nose into his pubis. It's too much for him, and he unloads down her throat.
When she feels the first pulse of semen shoot down her throat into her stomach, Joanne keeps his cock buried, and lets him empty himself into her.
"That was.....unbelievable. Are you OK?" Eric asks.
"I'm OK," she says, not letting on that was nothing for her. Muscle memory maybe, it just instinctively came back to her. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
They both climb into bed, Joanne still wearing her dress, Eric kicked off his shoes and pants, but he's still wearing his white shirt. He's out of breath. Joanne lays her head down on his chest, one leg draped over his, and traces circles with her finger on his stomach. He's in really good shape, Joanne notices.
They talk a little, but mostly just lay there in silence. Fifteen minutes later, she sees what she's been waiting for. His soft cock starts to lift again, and she can't help but smile to herself.
"Mmmm, I see somebody is after waking up," she purrs, and reaches down to feel her husband get hard in her hand. She gives him a couple of gently squeezes, but he doesn't need the help.
"On top, get up on me," Joanne says.
Eric gets up on his knees, takes off his shirt and shuffles in between his wife's sexy legs that she has spread for him, her knees bent and feet flat on the bed. He feels her slit, sticking a finger up her hole testing if she's wet enough (she is more than wet enough), and then uses the same hand to line his prick up at her entrance.
Joanne grunts when he drives it into her hard, and she feels a relief she can't describe. She's wanted a cock in her since 5 o'clock. In fact, she's never wanted a cock in her this bad before.
Eric thrusts in and out, building up the pace over the next ten minutes until he's going as fast as he can. But he came already, so Joanne knows he'll last another while.
He's fucking her hard now, this is what she likes. Her mind wanders to Brad in the clinic, standing behind her, his cock between her legs, the fucking size of it. She reaches around her husband and feels his ass as he screws her, then she lifts her knees up to get him in deeper. Her mind drifts again, back to the sperm collection room, then back to when she was 24 and taking a different cock every other day.
She thought she had left that life behind, settled down with a good man. But she can't deny herself this. If it wasn't for what happened today, she would be curled up on the sofa now watching TV, or reading a book, with no interest in sex. Instead, here she was getting pumped by her husband as he edged her closer to her second orgasm. He had never made her climax with his cock before..... but here it comes......
Joanne arched her back as her eyes rolled in her head, and a flood of juice coated Eric's already slick cock. Eric bucked hard on top of her, and then he released his second load of the evening, this one into his gorgeous wife's womb.
He rolled off and they lay side by side, both of them panting and coated in a sheen of sweat with contented smiles on their faces.
The rest of the weekend was like a rekindling of their marriage for Joanne and Eric. They hardly left the bedroom, except to eat and use the bathroom, and once when they took a quick trip to the grocery store on Sunday morning. Even there, they couldn't keep their hands off each other.
But like always, the weekend goes too quick, and before Joanne knew it she was parking outside the clinic on Monday morning. She walked inside with a spring in her step.
"You're chirpy today," Agnes remarked when she was around Joanne for a while. "You seem like a woman who spent the weekend on her back."
"Agnes, a lady never tells."
"A lady! Ha, don't make me laugh. You must have been on your knees so. Eric didn't strike me as a doggy man."
Joanne can't help but laugh.
"You're lucky you still get it at home. Dan can't get it up anymore," Agnes says, talking about her husband. "Luckily there are plenty more fish in the sea.....or horny men around, maybe that's more accurate. Some of the younger ones have a particular fascination with banging old broads my age. So we're all winners!"
"Agnes, you're terrible," Joanne says blushing, but unable to hide a smile too.
"The young ones are great," Agnes continues, staring into the distance like she is fondly remembering something. "They don't know when to stop."
"I like the older ones too," Joanne says, before she could stop herself.
Agnes snaps back to the present and gives Joanne a shocked look.
"Is that right. Well well, aren't you full of surprises. Maybe you could do something with Dan for me. Oh, he'd love you."
"It sounds like you've worn him out. I'm not sure I would do any good," says Joanne.
"You're welcome to try. Be my guest."
Both of the women can't hold in the laughter any longer, and they attract a few looks from clients in the waiting room beside them. They silently agree they better get back to work.
Joanne pulls up the schedule and checks which client she has next. It's a couple, William and Sarah Hart. Initial consultation
"William and Sarah?" she calls into the small waiting room. A couple stand up and walk towards her. Back to reality.
Monday's can be a drag at the best of times, but today is the worst. Joanne want's to finish on time so she can get out for a run as soon as she gets home. She didn't get any exercise all weekend..... well, not outdoor exercise anyway.
She clicks on her workflow planner and sees she has only one client left. Another initial consultation. Thank God, she thinks, it's only 4.30pm. I should get finished on time.
"Shauna and Albert," she calls out, and a couple in the far corner stand up. She smiles warmly at them, and they smile back seeming a little more at ease when they are greeted by a friendly face. But then she notices Albert look down at her tits, then further down her body checking her out. A nice little ego boost for her to finish off a hard day.
They sit down in a private consultation room, Joanne facing the couple across a desk.
"It's really nice to meet you both," Joanne says. "We'll go through the initial forms you filled out online, then we'll talk about the next steps in the process. If you have any questions, stop me at any time."
She looks at both of them and they smile back at her. She can't help but find Albert attractive. She looked at their ages on the file and sees that he's 57, so a good bit older than his 40 year old wife. His grey hair makes him look distinguished, and she's not surprised that he has a younger, and very pretty wife.
But that doesn't stop him checking her out every chance he gets. She can feel his eyes on her when she's not looking, and Joanne likes it.
"OK, I think that covers everything," she says twenty minutes later. "The next step is an ovarian scan and some blood tests for you Shauna. Albert, we're going to go ahead with a semen analysis for you, if that's OK?"
"Sure," he replies.
"Great. I'll just look and see when we can fit you both in. Shauna, how does Thursday at 11am suit for your scan and bloods?"
"Perfect," she replies.
"OK, and Albert, for your semen sample," she starts to say, then looks over at him and catches his eye again. They both let it linger for probably a second longer than appropriate, then Joanne looks away. This guy is a player, she thinks, but he's giving her that feeling, like an ache deep in her pussy.
She continues to pause, pretending to be looking at the schedule on her laptop. Then she speaks again.
"We can fit you in Friday, 5.30pm?"
"Looking forward to it."
"Hey honey, how was your day?" asks Eric, Joanne's husband of five years, as he walks into the room.
"Oh you know, the usual," she replies, flashing him a warm smile.
Joanne loves her job at the fertility clinic where she works as a nurse. She knew she was lucky to have a job she enjoys, and actually makes a difference to people's lives. Helping patients conceive a baby was one of the most rewarding jobs she could imagine.
"You going for a run?" Eric asks as he hops onto the bed, causing his wife to bounce a little, and then props himself up on an elbow facing her.
"Yep, you wanna come?" says Joanne.
"I can think of another type of exercise we could do together," Eric says. "You know I can't resist you when you wear your running clothes."
Joanne is wearing a tight white running vest that leaves some of her toned midriff exposed, and a pair of black leggings designed for runners. She has her brown hair tied up in a high ponytail.
"That can wait til later," she says back to Eric, and swats his hand away as he reaches out across the bed pretending to grab her.
Joanne picks up her ear buds from the bedside table, then pops them in. They automatically sync to her phone, and she selects a playlist before slipping the handset into the pouch strapped to her arm.
"See ya later," she says, and winks at her husband, then bounces out of her bedroom, down the stairs and out her front door. A quick stretch, then she starts her running watch on her wrist as she takes off.
Eric is snoozing on the bed where Joanne left him 45 minutes earlier. But he stirs when he hears her enter the room.
"Hmmm, you're back. You ready for some fun," he groans, grabbing his crotch.
"I couldn't think about anything else on my run," says Joanne. "But I'm all sweaty, I'll just take a quick shower first." She double checks her app to make sure of her dates. Yep, this is a good time, she's due to ovulate any day now. They should have sex.
"No, don't," Eric quickly says. " I like when you're sweaty."
"Ew gross, no way," Joanne says, wrinkling her nose as she strips off her clothes and runs on her toes towards the bathroom, covering her most private areas for whatever reason as she goes. "But you can join me if you want," she shouts back.
Eric doesn't need a second invitation. He jumps off the bed, stumbling as he tries to take off his pants at the same time. He catches up with his wife just as she turns on the shower, then playful squeals and laughter can be heard through the house.
Joanne and Eric met in high school, but they didn't hook up then. He was barely aware she existed. But she ended up going to the same college as Eric, and when they randomly bumped into each other on a night out, it was the first time that they actually spoken to each other, even though they were from the same small town. Joanne was in her freshman year at the time, and Eric was a junior.
Joanne recognized him immediately, she had always thought he was cute in school, but the attraction didn't work both ways back then. Her school days were difficult for Joanne, and she didn't really make the most of her looks, to put it mildly, dressing like something between a geek and a tomboy. But the summer between school and college was like an awakening for her. The braces came out and she developed a sense of style, plus an awareness that she had what men wanted. She was sexy and beautiful, but she had kept it hidden from the world through sheer teenage angst and shyness.
By the time her freshman year began, she had lost all the awkwardness that held her back in school. They instantly hit it off that night, and started dating soon afterwards. Eric was the one now punching above his weight.
"It's our wedding anniversary next week," Joanne says to Agnes as they sit having a coffee together in the staff break room.
"Oh how lovely," says Agnes, beaming. "What is it, five, six years?"
"Seven," says Joanne. "Can you believe that?"
"Time waits for nobody," Agnes says quietly, then takes a sip from the mug she's holding between both hands.
Wasn't that the truth, Joanne thinks. She always wanted kids, but she just never felt it was the right time. She and Eric discussed the whole kids thing several times, and he wants them too, but like Joanne, he was happy to wait a while after getting married.
Now at 35, she feels like the clock is starting to tick a little louder. The years go by so fast. Eric is 37, so a little older than her, but he doesn't need to worry about his biological clock the same way Joanne does. It's a man's world, she thinks, taking a big gulp from her own cup.
When they started trying a year ago, Joanne knew from her work here at the clinic that getting pregnant is not always a straight-forward thing. She wasn't panicking just yet, she still had plenty of time on her side. But she had hoped they would be lucky and fall pregnant quickly. She had seen women well into their forties conceive and give birth, and she was much younger than that. But she would be lying if she said each passing month with a negative test wasn't making her a little more anxious.
Although she loved her job, working in a fertility clinic didn't help with her worries. Being surrounded by pregnancy and fertility discussions sometimes kept the issue to the forefront of her mind. But this is work, and Joanne is professional enough to keep her personal situation separate. Usually.
Probably due to her profession, Joanne couldn't resist the temptation to get herself tested to see if everything her end was in working order. She didn't want any of her colleagues to be involved or know about it, so she went to a different fertility clinic. She was delighted to find that everything was as it should be for a woman her age. Perhaps they just haven't gotten lucky yet. But if the reason for nothing happening in the past year was physiological, it's looking like it's a problem with Eric.
Agnes and Joanne get on like a house on fire, despite the age difference. Agnes is 62, has three grown up children, and five grandchildren. "Five that I know of," she remarks regularly, referring to her only son's wild youth before he settled down and got married. She has a wicked sense of humor, which can often be filthy. They've worked together so long now, almost eight years, they have become close friends too and not just work colleagues.
Agnes can brighten up even the worst day with her stories from home, or some hilarious remark under her breath to Joanne. But it's the comments she makes about some of the men that come into the clinic which can be the funniest, and cause Joanne to struggle to maintain her composure.
"What I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall in there," Agnes said quietly to Joanne last week when a guy less than half her age came in for a semen analysis. "He could drop as many crackers in my bed as he wanted, I wouldn't be kicking him out."
His name was Chris. He and his wife have been trying for a baby unsuccessfully for over a year now. They reminded Joanne of her and Eric.
Joanne was just about to bring him down the corridor to one of the three private rooms the clinic has for this particular purpose, but now she had to do it while suppressing a childish giggle, thanks to her friend. Of course, Agnes's inappropriate comment was referring to how attractive Chris was, and Joanne couldn't help but agree with her elderly co-worker.
The sperm collection rooms are all identical, equipped with a leather armchair facing a wall-hung flat screen TV that shows a selection of adult viewing material. There's a wash basin and hand wipes for cleaning up, a small table beside the armchair, and not much else.
But something about these rooms, and more specifically what goes on in them, intrigues Joanne. Well, it's more than that. She would never admit this to anyone, but Joanne gets turned on by them, by what these men are doing inside.
Secretly, Joanne likes when she is the last woman the men see before they go in, and she'll often purposely walk a few steps in front of them down the corridor so they can check her out on the short journey. She knows she can have a certain effect on men, and being honest, she enjoys it.
She usually looks back over her shoulder to say something to her clients as they walk, but really it's just to see if they're looking at her ass. They almost always are. When she catches them, it turns her on big time. I wonder will they think about me when they're jerking off, Joanne usually wonders. She hopes they do. It excites her to imagine the men thinking about her when they masturbate.
Joanne works out quite a lot, and running has given her a nice toned ass that her husband is obsessed with, especially in her blue scrubs that she wears to work.
"Take as long as you need, there's no pressure," Joanne said to Chris last week. She couldn't help but take a quick glance down at his crotch, and was sure she could see a hint of a cock in his pants. God, that's nice, she thought. She loves looking at a man's bulge.
She enjoys imagining what they are doing inside when the door shuts. Do they like to sit or stand? Do they use the TV, watch something on their phone, or just use their imagination and maybe think about the nurse they were with just a few moments ago?
Agnes may have been joking, but she made a good point - I would love to be a fly on the wall in there too.
When the door opened twenty minutes later, Joanne immediately looked up over the computer screen where she was working to see Chris walk out. Only one side of his shirt was tucked into his pants, the other hung down loosely.
She stood up a little too quickly, causing Agnes to look at her and give a knowing smirk.
"All done?" she said to Chris.
"Yeah, eh, do I give this to you?" he asked, holding up his plastic container with his freshly squirted load inside.
"Sure, I can take it," said Joanne.
When he handed over the cup it was still warm, and that made Joanne dampen her panties.
"Thanks, so is that it, do I need to do anything else?" Chris asked.
"No, that's everything. We'll contact you when the results are ready, probably tomorrow," Joanne replied.
"OK, thanks," Chris said, the embarrassment evident all over his face, then he turned and walked towards the exit without hesitating. The poor guy couldn't get out of here quick enough.
"Pull your tongue back in honey," Agnes said quietly, giving her a wink as she walked past.
Who was she to talk about men checking her out, she was just as guilty of that herself.
"Can you confirm your name please?" Joanne asks a client at her workstation as he sat opposite her. She's met him before at his initial consultation with his wife, but she needs to check to follow procedure.
It's 4.30pm on Friday, and it's been a long day. A long week in fact, but she's due to finish up in 30 minutes she's in a great mood. Thankfully, this is her last client of the day, and it's her favorite procedure.
"Brad Kelly," the man replies, obviously nervous.
After confirming other information such as his date of birth and address, again all part of the procedure, Joanne is ready to show him to the private room where he could produce his semen sample for analysis. Joanne remembered carrying out a procedure on Brad's wife Michelle a few weeks ago. Everything was good with her, so she was crossing her fingers for Brad to get some good news from this analysis.
"OK, we're all set. If you can follow me I'll show you to one of our private rooms," she said to him, handing him a plastic container as they both stood up.
He took it without saying anything.
"Take as long as you need," Joanne said, and she couldn't resist doing her usual little trick of looking back at her client before she spoke, to see if he was looking.
Brad's eyes were fixed firmly on her ass, and he must not have heard her speak as he continued to stare without answering.
"Sorry," he said after another second or two, snapping out of it. "I was a million miles away."
"No problem, I was just saying there's no rush. You take all the time you need, OK?" she said, smiling at him warmly when she finished speaking.
"Thank you," Brad said, then walked into the room as Joanne held the door open for him.
She had her usual thoughts as she walked back up the corridor. She found Brad attractive. He's good looking in a rugged way. Very masculine, she thought. He got a good look at my ass too, so I hope he's thinking about it right now.
After Brad had been in the collection room for twenty minutes, Joanne needed to use the bathroom. The clinic was quiet at this time of the day, especially on a Friday. Agnes was still here, and one of two other clients.
"I'm just running to the bathroom," she said to Agnes. "I'll only be a minute."
"Sure thing sweetie," Agnes replied, without looking up from her screen.
When she got back, Agnes was still typing.
"Is he still in there?" Joanne asked her.
"Who, dear?" Agnes answered.
"Brad Kelly, in room 2, semen analysis," Joanne said.
"Oh yes, the big hunky guy. Em, I think he left," says Agnes.
"I don't see his sample," Joanne replies.
"He probably left it in there, you know what some of them are like, they can't get out of here fast enough," the older woman said.
"OK, I'll just go down and get it," Joanne says, looking at her watch as she walks quickly to the private room the client was in. It's almost 5pm, she want's to get out of here before it gets too late.
When she reaches the room, Joanne presses down on the handle and walks inside while hardly breaking stride, the spring on the door causing it to close softly behind her.
Suddenly Joanne realizes she has made a terrible mistake. "OH MY GOD!" she squeals, clasping her hands to her mouth in shock. The client hadn't left. In fact, he was very much in the middle of why he's here today.
Joanne immediately turns and bolts for the door as quickly as possible. Just as she places her hand on the handle, his deep voice cuts through the air.
"Wait," he says.
She freezes, instinctively, then there's silence. It's probably only for a couple of seconds, but it feels longer. Joanne notices the sex sounds coming from the TV. The volume is very low, but she can hear a woman moaning.
"Sorry, this isn't working for me," he says. "I can't cum. I need a woman, not this shit." He must be referring to the porn.
What did he expect her to do? Surely he doesn't think I'm going to actually 'help' him. And that's when she hears his breathing get louder, and the sound of movement - he's jerking off. Is he looking at me?
"You're beautiful," he says. "If you could just stay there. Man that's some ass you got."
How the hell has she got herself into this situation, Joanne thinks. He must have forgotten to lock the door. There's a lock on the inside that she assumes all of the men use. But obviously not. Well not this time anyway.
I need to get out of here, she thinks. But something stops her. She's enjoying being looked at. Joanne can't see him or what he's doing as she's facing the door, but she knows what's going on.
Slowly, she releases her grip on the door handle, and drops her hand down to her side. Her sense of hearing is magnified at this point, and she can hear the sound of this bear of a man stroking his cock just a few feet behind her. Her pussy is tingling.
Joanne doesn't know why she did it, she just got caught up in the heat of the moment. She grabbed hold of the sides of her top, the loose fitting blue scrubs that match the pants, pulled it forwards to make it tight at the back and sides, and lifted it up a few inches to fully expose her ass and the bottom inch of her back. If this guy is like her husband, he'll really like this. Eric loves her ass in her scrubs.
It wasn't much, but it made her complicit. She was now actively helping her patient masturbate to produce his semen sample.
"Fuck yes," he moans, and she can hear him speed up his strokes.
She wants to look around so bad, but she is afraid that will make what's happening real. She could get fired for this. Correction, she thinks, she would get fired for this, even just doing what she is right now.
But she can't help herself. This is my fantasy come to life, she thinks. Sometimes Joanne would play out scenarios very similar to this exact situation in her mind as she masturbated at home after work.
"Will you pull them down? Just a little," he asks.
It feels almost like someone else is controlling her body. Before she thinks her next move through, Joanne slips her thumbs into the waistband of her scrubs at either side of her waist, and carefully slips them down a few inches, exposing the top of her panties. Thankfully she wore a nice ones to work today. They're a new pair of dark pink boyshorts. They make her ass look good in her scrubs.
He grunts as he really wanks himself hard looking at her. Nothing like this has ever happened before, and she's can't believe how horny it's making her. Her motor is running now, and she feels her juice pool in her panties along her slit. But she resists the temptation to touch herself, which is not easy. She wants to slip a hand into her panties more than anything right now.
"All the way," he mumbles.
At this stage, what difference does it make, she thinks. Joanne pulls the blue scrubs down over the curve of her firm ass, letting the waistband come to rest a couple of inches below the bottom of the panties.
"Are you close?" she asks him, speaking to him for the first time.
"Yeah, nearly there," he says, and Joanne hears him step closer to her.
"The cup, don't forget the cup," she says, reminding him.
"Shit," he says, then she hears him take a step away, followed by two more steps back in her direction. He must be very close to her now, she can hear his breathing much louder than before. "Thanks, I left it on the table." Fuck, he's right behind her.
Joanne hears the lid of the plastic container being screwed open, and for whatever reason she reaches a hand behind her back.
"Give me the lid, I'll hold it for you," she says. He hands it to her without saying anything.
Then he resumes jerking off again, but he's not climaxing. Getting the cup must have made him lose his rhythm. After another minute, Joanne is starting to get more anxious, she's worried she's going to get caught. But she's also having the most intense sexual experience of her life, and nobody has even laid a finger on her, even herself. She's torn, and then it dawns on her that the thrill of getting caught is only adding to her arousal.
Brad is a reasonably good looking guy, but his attractiveness comes from his rugged and powerful body. He's a big man, with untidy facial hair. Not someone Joanne would have thought of as her type. But right now, he's turning her on more than she has been in years.
What she does next isn't a thoughtless, auto-pilot move. Joanne has very much regained control of her senses, and body. What prompts her to do this is an overpowering lust and feeling of arousal running through her body that she can't overcome, so she buckles and gives in to it.
She slowly, deliberately, reaches a hand back, but her blind search feels only thin air. Maybe he isn't standing as close to her as she thought.
However, that changes instantly when he steps forward again, and suddenly Joanne feels a strong hand on her wrist, guiding her delicate little hand to where he wants it.
It's wet and hot when she feels it first. And hard, very, very hard. Instinctively, she wraps her fingers around this stranger's shaft, and gently strokes her hand up to the tip, which makes him breath out a deep groan.
As she pulls on his cock, he steps forward even closer to her. That's when she feels it. His cockhead pokes into her panty covered ass, right into her crack just above her ass hole.
A slap on the door inches from her face startles her, but she looks up and sees his hand. He's leaned forward, placing his left hand on the door for balance, and immediately she feels him grind his dick harder into her crack, then pull back. He's fucking her hand.
"Fucking hell, that's good," he whispers into Joanne's ear, his warm breath making the hairs on her neck stand on end, and set her pussy alight.
After letting him thrust in and out through her hand a few more times, she tightens her grip on his cock to keep him still, then drags his hard tip down her crack until it sticks in between her legs. He tries to shove it forward, but Joanne holds her grip and she drags his fat cockhead back upwards again, feeling it press into her ass hole as it passes along the crevice between her cheeks. She keeps lifting it all the way up until the precum leaking pisshole reaches the bare skin of her lower back, where it slips around freely between her back dimples without the friction of her panties.
"Give me the cup," she says to Brad, turning her head slightly to speak over her shoulder, and reaching out her hand that's holding the lid. He places the container into her hand beside the lid as he's told.
Giving his cock a few strokes first, she then brings it down along her crack again, but this time when she reaches the bottom, she lets him push it between her legs like he wanted to do the first time. Without the resistance, he pushes it all the way through, almost losing his balance in the process. That's when Joanne hears a second slap on the door, but this time she's less startled.
He now has both hands on the door, an arm reaching over each of her shoulders. Joanne feels small and vulnerable with such a powerful and imposing man towering over her like this, but instead of feeling threatened, she's incredibly turned on.
When she looks down, she's surprised to see so much of his shaft sticking out from between her legs. His fat cock is longer than she expected. God he would be a good fuck, she thinks.
He keeps still for a few seconds, but when Joanne clenches her legs tighter together, Brad can't resist the sensation and starts to thrust in and out, fucking her thighs slowly.
She imagines this feels good for him, but it's nearly as good as a fucking for her. His cock is sliding along her slit, and hitting her clit on each thrust. Even with her panties between his cock and her, it's still an amazing feeling.
"Tell me when you're going to come, OK?"
He's grunts an acknowledgement, and continues to hump her from behind. Joanne has both hands free now, so she places a hand on the door for balance too. She needs to, he's shoving it between her legs pretty hard, and his hips are slamming against her ass knocking her off balance.
If he keeps going for much longer, he's going to make her cum. She wants him desperately to keep going, just a bit longer, just another few flicks off her clit.
But when he takes his hands off the door and grabs her waist, she knows what's about to happen.
"Now, cumming now," he groans. He keeps one hand on her left side, but brings the other up and grabs hold of her tit, squeezing it over her blue scrubs.
He gives one final, hard thrust, and Joanne is ready. She has the cup waiting where his cockhead protrudes, and catches the first huge rope of white cum as it erupts from his pisshole.
There is enough of his prick sticking through for Joanne to wrap her hand around it, and keep it still enough to aim it where she wants his semen to go. She massages the top of his shaft near the cockhead, and uses her thumb to gently rub around his tip, milking his pulsating cock through his ejaculation.
"Oh that's good," he grunts. "I'd bet your a serious little screw."
He grinds up against her ass, keeping his cock sticking out the other side for his nurse to collect his full load.
Joanne is breathing heavy, her panties soaked between her legs from a mixture of his precum and her own pussy juice. Hearing him speak to her like that brought her right to the edge of a climax.
But she maintains her composure and keeps his squirting tip inside the plastic container, making sure to not let any spill, which is not that easy with the angle she needs to keep the cup.
The feeling of his strong hands holding her in position while he shoots his load is having a powerful effect on Joanne.
Finally, he finishes shooting his massive load, but he keeps his hand on her breast stlll feeling her up, and rests his hairy face on her shoulder with his bristles tickling her bare neck. He's still holding her waist, and she notices he's gently moving his thumb in circles on her side, feeling her bare skin.
"Now, all done," she says trying to sound professional, but the fact she releases his cock from between her thighs as she says it makes that a difficult feat to achieve.
As Joanne screws the lid onto the container and subtly pulls her scrubs up over her ass, behind her she hears the sound of pants being pulled up and a belt being buckled.
She could try to spin this as only doing her job, but who would she be trying to kid. She allowed this to happen because it made her horny as hell.
"Thanks," he says. "I don't think I could have managed that without you."
Joanne turns around, finally, and looks up at him.
"What happened here, to get this done, stays between us, OK?"
"What do you think?" he replies. "You think I need my wife knowing about this?"
"OK, well once we're on the same page."
Joanne looks at her watch as sees it's 5.15pm. Has she really been in here that long.
"You go ahead, I'll fix up in here," she says, not able to stop herself smiling at him when she looks up into his eyes.
Why the hell does she feel like a giddy, horny teenager.
"Thanks again," he says, then opens the door and leaves.
I better wait for a minute, she thinks, just in case anyone is around.
When it feels like enough time has passed, Joanne walks out of the room too. To her relief, there isn't anyone else around. So she makes her way back to her desk and sits down to bag up the sample still in her hand for testing.
"You be careful girlie," says a familiar voice.
Agnes has appeared out of seemingly nowhere.
"Jesus, my heart," Joanne says. "You gave me a fright."
"Never mind that. You're playing a very dangerous game."
"I don't know what you mean," Joanne says, her heart beating harder than ever. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She's been caught. Oh shit, this is it, her job, marriage, all over. All because of this. What the fuck was she thinking. She feels like she's going to be sick.
"Be careful, that's all I'm saying," says Agnes.
There's silence between the two women. It lasts for ten, maybe fifteen seconds, and then Joanne can't hold it anymore. She bursts out crying.
"Agnes, what have I done. I'm such a fucking idiot," she manages to say between the sobbing. "Let me tell Eric first. And give me a few weeks to find a new job."
"What in Christ's name are you going on about woman?" says Agnes. "Do you think I'm going to tell on you?"
Joanne just keeps sobbing, tears streaming down her face.
"Oh good lord you're serious," says Agnes, who raises a hand to cover a smile she can't stop forming on her lips.
"But...but..." Joanne tries to speak.
"There there child," the older woman says, comforting Joanne with a hug. "You've got me all wrong. I'm not going to tell Eric about your visit to the....little boys room. Or anyone else for that matter. I'm just giving you some friendly advice. If you want to give.... a helping hand.... or whatever else is needed to get the job done, just do it a little more discreetly."
"Wha....but....what do you...." Joanne says trailing off, unable to think straight.
"You think you're the first nurse to get a little hot and bothered by the goings on in those rooms?" Agnes says with an eyebrow raised. "We all do honey. I've milked out more loads in there than I care to remember."
Joanne is stunned. Speechless.
"Pick your jaw up off the floor dear. So, what did you do for him? A tug? A suck? Oh, did you let him go all the way, you naughty minx? Or did you just let him feel you up a bit, that's enough for some of them you know," says Agnes, the excitement clear in her voice.
"I let him stand behind me and put it between my legs," says Joanne sheepishly, using a tissue paper to dry up the last of her tears.
"That's....interesting," Agnes says, a quizzical look on her face as she tries to imagine it.
"It worked," Joanne says defensively when she sees how Agnes reacted. "I collected the full sample."
"Oh aren't you a great little nurse," Agnes says sarcastically. "Because that's the only thing you were interested in in that room."
"I....I...," Joanne stammers, struggling to come up with an honest response.
"I'm only joking honey. I believe you, that you wanted to help him with his sample. But don't try to tell me that's all you got from your.... encounter. You stayed in that room because you wanted his cock. It's OK honey, we all have our urges."
Of course she was right. She did want his cock, to feel it in her hand, to make him spurt his seed out. And she knows she wants more. Not just that guy, but more men, different men. Different cocks. God she's such a slut, she thinks. It's not sex though, she tries to reason with herself.
Joanne tries again to say something, but she fails and just looks at the ground.
"It's OK sweetie, it's only nature. You're hardwired to want them. If you want my advice, whatever satisfaction you get from going into that room with a man, don't deny yourself. You only live once," Agnes says.
"But what about Eric. Oh God Agnes, what have I done. I have to tell him."
"Are you out of your mind girl. You will do no such idiotic thing. You love him, don't you? Well don't ruin that just because you have needs you can't get from a marriage. You can have both. But like I said, be careful about it."
"You keep telling me to be careful. What do you mean?" asks Joanne.
"Book them in after hours, the 5pm slot, or even 5.30 to be extra safe. And use room 3, it's around the corner, a more discreet location."
"Sounds like you know what you're talking about," says Joanne.
Agnes gives her a cheeky wink.
"What if he tells his wife. Brad, the guy I....helped. I'm such an idiot Aggie, I really didn't think this though. I'm not cut out for this."
"Sure, he could tell her. That's always a risk. But is he really likely to? I mean, what sane man would go home and tell his wife that the sexy nurse from the clinic jerked him off, or whatever, and risk breaking up his marriage just when they're trying for a baby. It's not very likely, now is it?" Agnes says.
"I guess not," Joanne agrees, feeling a little less guilty about what she did.
"You want one last piece of advice? Go home, give your husband some head and keep your legs spread for him every night. Do that, then come to work and do whatever the hell you want with the men we get in here. Everyone's happy."
"Can I tell you something?" Joanne says to her friend. "I feel like such a slut. This is the first time I've ever done anything like this. But if I'm being honest, I like it. The feeling of being wanted by that man. Then the feeling of power I got when I made him cum. Even thinking about it now......"
"Makes you want more," Ages says, finishing Joanne's sentence and completing her thoughts exactly. "Welcome to the club honey."
"Wow, you look amazing," Eric says to his wife when he gets home from work. "What's the occasion?"
Eric is talking about the sexy outfit Joanne is wearing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Her brown hair is hanging down over her shoulders, a few locks brushing against her almost fully exposed tits, which are being shown off by the plunging neckline and thin straps of the little black dress she's wearing. It's tight around her ass, which it barely covers. In fact, the bottoms of her cheeks can be seen under the hem.
She bought this over ten years ago and Joanne is proud that not only she can still fit into it, but she still looks good. It's purely for the bedroom these days though.
After her chat with Agnes earlier, Joanne left the clinic and went home, sick to her stomach with guilt for the entire drive. But gradually, she let what her friend said sink in. She was right about keeping Eric satisfied. She needed to be a better wife, and sexual partner. She had let sex become solely about getting pregnant, and neglected her husband's needs the rest of the month. If he had found a bit on the side to keep his balls drained, she wouldn't blame.him.
It wasn't always this way. Eric was her first. She was 18, he was 20, and he was her only sexual partner for a long time after that. But when she was 24 they went on a break. It was mutual, both of them felt they had lost out on something by getting together so young, and things getting serious between them so quickly. The reason seems almost silly now in hindsight, but at the time Joanne couldn't get past it, a break from their relationship was something she needed. So they went their separate ways, but assured each other that if it was meant to be between them, they would find a way back to each other.
Their separation only lasted eight months, but Joanne certainly made the most of it. She had never even considered cheating on Eric while they were together, but within a week of breaking up, she was lying underneath only the second man in her life. A third followed days later. Four months after breaking up with Eric, she struggled to keep count. She had turned into a cock hungry slut.
When she met Eric, she had just discovered the joys of being attractive to men. And over the six years they were together before their break, she enjoyed the advances of many men in that time, even if she would never act on it. The attention was flattering, but it did make her feel like she was missing out on something.
However, even after being with more men than most women would ever be with in a lifetime, or two or three lifetimes even, none of them came close to what Eric meant to her. She had the best sex of her life with some of these men, but she knew Eric was still the one.
So when he called her eight months to the day after they last spoke, she knew they were meant to be. There was a man beside her in her bed the morning Eric called. An older man in his 50s, and a very good fuck. She looked over at him sleeping while she spoke to Eric, rekindling their love for each other, and she knew he would be her last. Eric asked to meet her later to talk, and she agreed. When she ended the call she woke him up with a suck and climbed on top for one last ride.
Later that day she met Eric for a coffee, and they've been together since. They agreed to start fresh, and neither of them ever asked about what the other did during their break. It was unspoken, and they never dared bring it up. They were together now and committed, that's all that mattered.
In truth, Joanne didn't think Eric would find someone else to keep his needs satisfied, he was too honest. He probably had to jerk off for three weeks every month, and Joanne didn't even give that a second thought. Well that was going to change from now on. She would be the one to empty her husband's sack.
But she had come to accept she needed more in her sex life than her husband could provide. She hated herself for it, but she couldn't deny what she felt a few hours ago at the clinic. It was like a fire had been ignited inside her, and it was a blaze she couldn't extinguish, even if she wanted to.
"No occasion. Can a loving wife not look nice for her husband?" Joanne answered, and proceeded to lean over the table to light a candle, knowing her very short dress would lift up another couple of inches revealing her bald pussy. She had decided to forgo her underwear.
"Don't bother with that," Eric said, referring to the candle, as he walked over behind his wife, loosening his tie on the way.
He spun her around and buried his tongue into her mouth. He couldn't keep his hands off her, groping her ass, his hands up under her dress.
"Let's go to bed," she said to him, breaking away from their kiss, and taking his hand in hers as she led him to their bedroom.
Joanne couldn't remember the last time she was this turned on for Eric. The sexy outfit helped, but she knew in her heart the main reason is what happened at work. She was getting off on what she did with another man, and had now come home to her husband afterwards.
When they reached the bed, Eric bent her over the side, her feet still on the ground, and got down on his knees behind her. She knew her pussy was right there waiting for him, her dress was much too short to come even close to keeping her modesty in tact in this position.
He dove straight in, shoving his tongue up her cunt. It's been at least a year since he did this, and she didn't realize how much she missed it until now. Then when he moved down to her clit she remembered how good his is at this. He has her body trembling in seconds, her climax fluttering through her.
When she hears him pull down his zipper, she spins around as quick as a flash and drops to her knees facing her standing husband, placing her hands on his.
"Let me," she says, and he gently takes his hands away to let his wife do whatever she wants.
Joanne opens his belt and pants, and pulls them down his legs, dragging his boxers down too. His hard cock springs up and slaps her on the chin. They both laugh and smile at each other.
Then she wraps her fingers around his shaft. The same fingers that were wrapped around another man's cock only a couple of hours ago. It shouldn't, but this sends a jolt of excitement through Joanne. She can't help but compare the two cocks. Her husband's is smaller in every way, but that only makes her even hornier, knowing she jerked off a much bigger one already today.
Looking up into his eyes as she slowly strokes him, Joanne opens her mouth and wraps her lips around her husband's tip, then takes him into her mouth where she swirls her tongue around his spongy cockhead. Eric has always loved getting a blowjob, but she can count on one hand how many she's given him in the past 5 years.
What the fuck was wrong with her, she thinks. She loves giving head. Did she just get bored?
Then she feels him harden up even more.
"I'm close," he says, and goes to pull his cock out of his wife's mouth. But Joanne has different ideas.
She keeps on sucking, and even decides to take him down into her throat, something she has rarely done for her husband. She's done it plenty of times before though, just not that much with Eric.
He groans loudly, obviously enjoying deepthroating his wife, and he holds his shirt up out of the way so he can enjoy the view of Joanne bottoming out and burying her nose into his pubis. It's too much for him, and he unloads down her throat.
When she feels the first pulse of semen shoot down her throat into her stomach, Joanne keeps his cock buried, and lets him empty himself into her.
"That was.....unbelievable. Are you OK?" Eric asks.
"I'm OK," she says, not letting on that was nothing for her. Muscle memory maybe, it just instinctively came back to her. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
They both climb into bed, Joanne still wearing her dress, Eric kicked off his shoes and pants, but he's still wearing his white shirt. He's out of breath. Joanne lays her head down on his chest, one leg draped over his, and traces circles with her finger on his stomach. He's in really good shape, Joanne notices.
They talk a little, but mostly just lay there in silence. Fifteen minutes later, she sees what she's been waiting for. His soft cock starts to lift again, and she can't help but smile to herself.
"Mmmm, I see somebody is after waking up," she purrs, and reaches down to feel her husband get hard in her hand. She gives him a couple of gently squeezes, but he doesn't need the help.
"On top, get up on me," Joanne says.
Eric gets up on his knees, takes off his shirt and shuffles in between his wife's sexy legs that she has spread for him, her knees bent and feet flat on the bed. He feels her slit, sticking a finger up her hole testing if she's wet enough (she is more than wet enough), and then uses the same hand to line his prick up at her entrance.
Joanne grunts when he drives it into her hard, and she feels a relief she can't describe. She's wanted a cock in her since 5 o'clock. In fact, she's never wanted a cock in her this bad before.
Eric thrusts in and out, building up the pace over the next ten minutes until he's going as fast as he can. But he came already, so Joanne knows he'll last another while.
He's fucking her hard now, this is what she likes. Her mind wanders to Brad in the clinic, standing behind her, his cock between her legs, the fucking size of it. She reaches around her husband and feels his ass as he screws her, then she lifts her knees up to get him in deeper. Her mind drifts again, back to the sperm collection room, then back to when she was 24 and taking a different cock every other day.
She thought she had left that life behind, settled down with a good man. But she can't deny herself this. If it wasn't for what happened today, she would be curled up on the sofa now watching TV, or reading a book, with no interest in sex. Instead, here she was getting pumped by her husband as he edged her closer to her second orgasm. He had never made her climax with his cock before..... but here it comes......
Joanne arched her back as her eyes rolled in her head, and a flood of juice coated Eric's already slick cock. Eric bucked hard on top of her, and then he released his second load of the evening, this one into his gorgeous wife's womb.
He rolled off and they lay side by side, both of them panting and coated in a sheen of sweat with contented smiles on their faces.
The rest of the weekend was like a rekindling of their marriage for Joanne and Eric. They hardly left the bedroom, except to eat and use the bathroom, and once when they took a quick trip to the grocery store on Sunday morning. Even there, they couldn't keep their hands off each other.
But like always, the weekend goes too quick, and before Joanne knew it she was parking outside the clinic on Monday morning. She walked inside with a spring in her step.
"You're chirpy today," Agnes remarked when she was around Joanne for a while. "You seem like a woman who spent the weekend on her back."
"Agnes, a lady never tells."
"A lady! Ha, don't make me laugh. You must have been on your knees so. Eric didn't strike me as a doggy man."
Joanne can't help but laugh.
"You're lucky you still get it at home. Dan can't get it up anymore," Agnes says, talking about her husband. "Luckily there are plenty more fish in the sea.....or horny men around, maybe that's more accurate. Some of the younger ones have a particular fascination with banging old broads my age. So we're all winners!"
"Agnes, you're terrible," Joanne says blushing, but unable to hide a smile too.
"The young ones are great," Agnes continues, staring into the distance like she is fondly remembering something. "They don't know when to stop."
"I like the older ones too," Joanne says, before she could stop herself.
Agnes snaps back to the present and gives Joanne a shocked look.
"Is that right. Well well, aren't you full of surprises. Maybe you could do something with Dan for me. Oh, he'd love you."
"It sounds like you've worn him out. I'm not sure I would do any good," says Joanne.
"You're welcome to try. Be my guest."
Both of the women can't hold in the laughter any longer, and they attract a few looks from clients in the waiting room beside them. They silently agree they better get back to work.
Joanne pulls up the schedule and checks which client she has next. It's a couple, William and Sarah Hart. Initial consultation
"William and Sarah?" she calls into the small waiting room. A couple stand up and walk towards her. Back to reality.
Monday's can be a drag at the best of times, but today is the worst. Joanne want's to finish on time so she can get out for a run as soon as she gets home. She didn't get any exercise all weekend..... well, not outdoor exercise anyway.
She clicks on her workflow planner and sees she has only one client left. Another initial consultation. Thank God, she thinks, it's only 4.30pm. I should get finished on time.
"Shauna and Albert," she calls out, and a couple in the far corner stand up. She smiles warmly at them, and they smile back seeming a little more at ease when they are greeted by a friendly face. But then she notices Albert look down at her tits, then further down her body checking her out. A nice little ego boost for her to finish off a hard day.
They sit down in a private consultation room, Joanne facing the couple across a desk.
"It's really nice to meet you both," Joanne says. "We'll go through the initial forms you filled out online, then we'll talk about the next steps in the process. If you have any questions, stop me at any time."
She looks at both of them and they smile back at her. She can't help but find Albert attractive. She looked at their ages on the file and sees that he's 57, so a good bit older than his 40 year old wife. His grey hair makes him look distinguished, and she's not surprised that he has a younger, and very pretty wife.
But that doesn't stop him checking her out every chance he gets. She can feel his eyes on her when she's not looking, and Joanne likes it.
"OK, I think that covers everything," she says twenty minutes later. "The next step is an ovarian scan and some blood tests for you Shauna. Albert, we're going to go ahead with a semen analysis for you, if that's OK?"
"Sure," he replies.
"Great. I'll just look and see when we can fit you both in. Shauna, how does Thursday at 11am suit for your scan and bloods?"
"Perfect," she replies.
"OK, and Albert, for your semen sample," she starts to say, then looks over at him and catches his eye again. They both let it linger for probably a second longer than appropriate, then Joanne looks away. This guy is a player, she thinks, but he's giving her that feeling, like an ache deep in her pussy.
She continues to pause, pretending to be looking at the schedule on her laptop. Then she speaks again.
"We can fit you in Friday, 5.30pm?"
"Looking forward to it."
