I was realy attracted to to a doctor at the hospital where I worked. My husband was away at college and I was very horny.
My next job was at the psychiatric hospital in Nov. before I turned 19. The area I worked in was comprised of all women. We took the doctor’s notes or recordings and transcribed them into formal documents for the patient files. After about three months of working there I met the man that was in charge of the hospital facilities. He in his late 20s, 28 at the time, I think. His name was Roger. When I first saw him, I took an instant liking to him. He was very handsome and had a great body. He was the one referred to as the lunch partner in my log. Lance didn’t have much to say about him because he doesn’t know much of what actually happened. Roger asked me out to lunch the very same day we met. I was thrilled he showed an interest in me. We went to lunch together and I flirted with him as hard as I dared. The next day he came down and asked me to go to lunch with him again. Based on my past history and my willingness I knew it wouldn’t be too long before he’d want more from me than just letting him buy lunch. He had pulled my personnel file so he knew exactly how old I was and that I was married.
A couple of days later he told me he lived within walking distance of the hospital and would I like to have lunch at his apartment. I said sure. I knew what was going to happen next. I just didn’t know when. It took exactly 5 minutes after we got to his place. We walked in the door and he said let me show you around. When we got to the bedroom, he pulled me close to him and kissed me as hard as I’d ever been kissed. He had a very long tongue and he almost choked me with it. We kissed for a couple of minutes and then we found ourselves undressing each other in great haste. So about 10 minutes after entering his apartment I was naked on my back with my legs thrown up over his shoulders and he was fucking the daylights out of me. He had a long skinny cock. When he put my legs over his shoulders, he penetrated all the way back. I would hit my G-spot which was the thing that always kept me coming back. If a guy could hit my g-spot with his cock I'd never say no to him. When Roger got undressed and I saw that long his dick was I knew we was going to own me. I was naked in record time and I spent 10 minutes sucking on his cock to get it lubed. And then he took control of me and I was right as soon as he put it in, he owned me. I was his work slut. He had me five days a week I was screaming and moaning and wanting every inch of his cock. I told my husband about going to Roger’s apartment to have lunch occasionally but in reality, it was almost every day for over almost 5 months and a lot more than glasses of wine. I never told him about us having sex almost every day. Even having my period didn’t stop us. I would just give him a blowjob instead of him fucking me. The routine was pretty much the same. We’d have sex and then I’d fix us a sandwich and he’d pour us a glass of wine. The only exception to this was when my husband was home for spring break. It’s terrible to admit but I enjoyed him so much that I didn’t mind my husband having to go back to school. I think everybody in the hospital knew what was going on between us. The affair ended when he accepted a job offer in Florida. I cried when he told me he was leaving and our lovemaking got even more intense until he moved. I never did see him again after that.
It wasn’t even a week after he left that one on the hospital’s doctors called me up and said he wanted to discuss some tran***********ions I’d done and would I come up to his office. This wasn’t all that unusual so I didn’t think anything about it. When I got up there to his office, he told me to close the door and sit down. His name was Dr. Peterson. He actually talked for a few minutes about one of my tran***********ions. Then the shocker, He said, Lynn, I know what you and Roger did every day at lunch. You are a very attractive young woman and I want to continue on where Roger left off with you. I said I don’t know what you mean Dr. Peterson. He said, call me Paul, and yes you do know. He said I’d like to discuss it over dinner with you tonight. I was surprised by his approach but he was a very nice-looking older man. He was about 45 as near as I could guess. So, I said, “I have to call my mother and say I’m working late. Fortunately, I don’t have a class tonight”. He said, “good you call her and I’ll call my wife and tell her I’ll be home late”. He took me to a very fancy and expensive restaurant. I was very impressed and flattered that a 45-year-old man would be interested and attracted to me, 19 years old, married mother. I did realize that I was considered very pretty and being available didn’t hurt either, but I was still very impressed by his attention. Looking back in retrospect and maturity he was getting a pretty good deal himself. He was getting a nubile, attractive, and young 19 girl. I was very compliant and he could get me to do anything he wanted. In spite of the fact, I had been to bed with 4 other men I was still very inexperienced and he could train me to have sex exactly as he liked, which he did. I was impressed with all of his money and the attention he gave me. On our first date he took me to a very expensive restaurant and club. I really had a good time and Paul treated me like a queen. We ate and danced. He held me very close every time we danced and I could feel his hard against my body. I was really overcome by the evening and the fact that such a mature handsome man took such an interest in a bubbled headed 19-year-old girl. I was expecting him to take me some place to screw me when the evening was over but he didn’t. He took me back to my car and said he had really enjoyed it and sent me on my way.
I didn’t get home until just before midnight. My mom gave me a funny look and said she was beginning to get worried especially when she called my office and I didn’t answer. I told her I was working in another office and hurried off to bed after checking in on my daughter. Paul and I had a couple of more early dates. I’d call my mother and say I had to work longer and would go directly to school from work. On our fourth date I cut class because Paul wanted me to come over to his apartment. He wanted to fix me dinner. I didn’t know he had an apartment in town. I though he lived in Germantown with his wife. It turned out he and his wife were getting a divorce. He left work early to go fix dinner. When I got to his apartment, I found out it was in one of the most expensive buildings in town. It was on the 20th floor and had a beautiful view of the Mississippi River and the downtown lights.
I rang the bell and he answered the door wearing a really nice dinner robe. There was soft music playing and he had a glass of wine ready for us. He gave me the wine, pulled me very close and once again I could feel his hard cock. He kissed me long and deep and it took my breath away. He told me to sit that he had a surprise for me. He came back into the room carrying a long silk nightgown. He said, “This is for you. Would you put it on before dinner”? I didn’t know what to say I wasn’t used to this kind of romantic treatment. So, I said, “yes”. He told me to use his bedroom. I went in and took off all my clothes and put it on. It was floor length and medium sheer. I stood in front of his full-length mirror and looked at the half-grown women standing there. At that time my hair was blond. And the first thought that crossed my mind was that when he saw me, he’d know I wasn’t a natural blond. I really liked the way my tits looked in it. I fixed my hair, put on new lipstick, and went back into the living room.
I loved the approving look that was on his face when he saw me. I thought I’d never seen a handsomer man. It never even occurred to me that he was only a year younger than my Dad. He kissed me again and this time slipped his hand inside the gown and cupped my butt and pulled me close. We both started to breathe hard. I put my hand inside his robe and felt his cock. God, it felt so good. It was at least 3 inches longer than my husbands and much bigger around than any other one I’d had. He pushed me away and said, “we’d better eat”. I don’t remember anything about the dinner. All I could think about was what was going to happen after dinner. When we finished eating, he gave me another glass of wine. We went out on the balcony to look at the river. He gently turned me towards him and untied the gown and slipped it off of my shoulders. He took a step back and looked at me from top to bottom and whispered, my god you’re beautiful. He opened his robe so I could see him. He didn’t look like 45 at all. His cock was straight and hard and was at least nine inches. He pulled me to him again and kissed me and it felt like I was going to choke on his tongue. I was more aroused than I’d ever been in my life.
He put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me to my knees. The only other time I had ever had a cock in my mouth was with Rob and those two neighborhood boys but this was nothing like that. I said to him, “I’m not very good at this”. He replied, “don’t worry, my darling, I’ll teach you how”. I hesitantly took the tip in my mouth. He put his hand behind my head and very gently pulled me down onto his cock until the tip almost touching the back of my throat. He stopped before I had a gag reflex. I’d never in my life been treated with such care and tenderness. In an instant I was in love with him. We spent the next half hour on the balcony with me on my knees in front of him while the warm wind blew over us as he taught me how to give a blowjob the way he liked it. He showed me how to lick it up and down on the backside ever so gently and how not to get my teeth on it. It swelled up, as he came. He showed me how to swallow cum without choking. I actually believe now it was the most beautiful romantic thing I’ve ever done. The evening was far from over. He took me to his bedroom where we made love for the next several hours. He came at least two more times and I can’t remember how many times I came but it was more than any other time I had with Rob or those other soldiers who’d fucked me before. More than anytime with Lance even. I was glad I’d cut class.
When we were both exhausted, we lay back with me snuggled on his shoulder. We were silent for what seemed a long time. Then he said, “Lynn, I want you to move in here with me”. I was speechless. When I finally found my voice, I said, “I can’t, I’m already married”. He said, “I don’t want to marry you I just want you to be my mistress”. I told him I couldn’t do that. My husband would find out and it wouldn’t be right. Beside I live at home with my mother. I’ll never forget what he said then. He said, “Lynn did you like what happened to you to night”. I said, “Oh my god I loved it”. He said, “Well that could be the way it would be every night except when you husband is home. You can bring your daughter here and I’ll get a full-time maid for her”. I told him he was crazy; my mother would never allow it and somehow my husband would find out. He said, “Well think about it”.
When I left it was already after midnight? I was so sexed up with the thought that I could have him on a regular basis that I wasn’t thinking very straight. How wonderful he felt inside me and how his touch was so wonderful was all I could think about. When I got home my mom was waiting up for me. She was very pissed. She said. “Where in the hell have you been”? I told her I had gone to the library after class. She said, “The library has been closed for 2 hours”. She sighed looked me in the eye and said, “Lynn, who is your boyfriend? I can understand the need for you to have sex”. That was the start of a long conversation. It ended up that my mother understood how I felt because she felt that same way ever since my Dad left. I told her what Paul had ask. I had worried about my mom being upset for nothing. She said, “I think it would be great if you moved in with him”. She went on to tell me, that having my daughter and I there interfered with her sex life. Her boyfriend wanted to move in with her but he told mom that my daughter and I were in the way. I told mom I was afraid about my husband finding out. Mom said she’d talk to her boyfriend and see what they could come up with.
They decided that one of the things to do was for mom to get another phone line for them and to have the existing one transferred to Paul’s apartment. That way if Lance called, I would be there and he’d think he was calling my mom’s house. The maid was instructed not to answer that phone. That worked out pretty well. The couple of times my husband was home we stayed at my mom’s house and he never suspected a thing. It was great living with Paul. He gave me my own car to drive and I didn’t have to clean the apartment. Paul did have me quit school though. He wanted me with him every night and on the weekends. I just played with my daughter, kept Paul satisfied and when Paul wasn’t home, went out with my girlfriends. The sex was magnificent especially for a 19-year-old girl. I couldn’t get enough from Paul. I got home every evening before he did. I’d feed my daughter and while the maid was putting her to bed, I’d get ready for Paul. It took a while for the maid and I to get used to having her see me naked or in some sexy nightgown but I wanted to make sure I was ready for Paul when he got home. The maid would fix dinner for Paul and I and then leave. Living with Paul made the time go by so fast. The couple of times my husband came home on the weekend were agony for me. I missed Paul so much and my husband wasn’t near as good a lover as Paul. Fortunately, on Lance’s spring break Paul had to go to a medical conference so I didn’t resent my husband keeping me from Paul.
One night right after my husband had gone back to school from spring break Paul came home and found me crying. Dinner was ready but Paul had been held up at the hospital. I had missed Paul so much while my husband was home. In fact, we were so horny the day after my husband left during lunch Paul and I snuck away and went home for a noon’er. It had been three days since he and I had sex with each other. Of course, my husband wanted sex every time we could but it just wasn’t the same. Anyway, before we got home for lunch, I called the maid and had her put my daughter down for a nap. I told her Paul and I were coming home for lunch and I wanted her to go shopping as soon as we got home. When Paul and I got home the maid left and as soon as the door closed, I grabbed Paul, got on my knees in front of him. I practically ripped his pants off of him and took his cock into my mouth. I breathed a deep sigh of relief as I felt it go in. It had been three days since Paul and I had sex. In spite of what President Clinton said, oral sex is sex and god did it feel good. I sucked long and hard on it. I felt it grow in my mouth and then I heard him give a loud sigh as I felt his cum flowing into my mouth. It felt so warm and salty in my mouth. I hated to have to swallow it right away and before I could, Paul pulled me to my feet and started to kiss me. His tongue and my tongue met in my mouth as we swapped his cum back and forth between us. I was totally surprised that he would do that. I always thought that men would never want to taste cum even their own. Paul then pulled away from and ordered me to swallow, which I instantly did. I felt so warm, so loved and so lucky to have a man like Paul. In fact, I felt so emotional that I started to cry. Paul said, “Darling what’s wrong”. Through my tears I said, “Nothing my wonderful and loving man. You just feel so good to me and I want you so much. I’ve missed you and every time Lance makes me make love to him, I want you so bad. While he is doing it, I pretend that you are the one inside me and when he cums it’s you coming in me”. Paul pulled me back close to him and gave me a kiss on my eyes to dry my tears. He said, “Remember you don’t owe it to your husband to have sex with him. Just tell him you have a headache. Then the night before he has to leave let him screw you and that will have to last him until he’s home again”. I replied, “Paul I’m his wife and no matter how I feel it is my responsibility to provide him with sex when he wants it.” Paul took me in his arms and said, “well you know when he’s home I really miss you and I’m terribly jealous when I think about him fucking you. I know from your viewpoint it isn’t making love like it is with me but just screwing. So just lay back and let him do it. Do you understand”? I told him I did. I went on to reassure him that he was the most important man in my life and way better at sex that my husband. I knew that in just another three days my husband would have gone back to school and Paul and I could get on with our lives.
All of a sudden, I stopped talking and just stood there like I’d been shocked. For the first time I realized I was actually falling in love with Paul. I wanted to spend all my time with him, I was upset when Lance would come home, and I didn’t enjoy making love with him like I did Paul. I panicked. What was I going to do? I started to cry again. Then I was afraid that Paul would think I was a big blubbering 19-year-old crybaby. But in Paul’s wonderful way he pulled me close to him again and said, “it’s ok darling. I know it hard for you. You want to spend all your time with me and you feel guilty about your husband. But just remember if he doesn’t find out it will never hurt him.” I felt so warm and secure in Paul’s arms. My tears dried up and after a few sniffles I went down on my knees again. I felt him start to get hard again as I sucked on him. Once again it swelled as he came in me. I felt so lucky that he wanted me and even though I knew he didn’t really love me I still felt like the luckiest girl in the world. When he had finished cumming he pulled me to my feet and gave me a kiss on the cheek. He took out his wallet and gave me $100 and told me to go buy something nice for myself to wear. He said he’d tell my boss that I was running an errand for him and would be late back to work.
When I did finally get back to work one of my girlfriends told me that my husband had stopped by to surprise me for lunch. She said, “I didn’t know what to say to him. He surprised me when he showed up. He told me to tell you to call him as soon as you got back.” I told him you went shopping. But Lynn it’s almost 3:00pm. Where were you? Dr. Paul Peterson stopped by and told the boss you were running an errand for him. What where you really doing?” I thought since she didn’t know about Paul, I’d just tell her the Dr. had sent me down to the archives just as I was getting back from lunch to pull some patient files for him. She grinned and said, “aw come on Lynn, I know one of the doctors is fucking you just like that intern was doing before he left. I winked at her and said, “Don’t tell”. Then I called my husband and told him I went shopping during lunch and then had to pull some files for one of the doctors. I felt guilty about lying to him but I needed Paul so much. My cube mate said in a stage whisper, “the file she was pulling was Dr. Peterson’s cock”.
My husband's orders to the west coast for his midshipman summer cruise came when school was out. Much to my regret he wanted me to go with him and spend a couple weeks out there before he had to report. I didn’t want to be away from Paul that long but I really had no choice and besides I felt a little guilty being married, living with Paul, and having all that wonderful sex. The next couple of months just seemed to fly by. Paul was able to spend at least 5 nights with me every week. I was so happy and I was used to having sex on a regular basis. In June my husband came home from school. The last night before he came home, I planned a special night for Paul and me. Paul had been giving me $1500 a week to run the household on and I had saved up quite a bit. A couple of weeks before that last night, I made arrangements, at one of the best restaurants in Memphis, to have them deliver a special dinner to a jet that I chartered for the night. Our maid was going to take my daughter home with her for the night. I had splurged and spent $800 on a very sexy nightgown for the evening. I arranged for a limo to pick Paul up at the hospital and bring him to the airport to the plane I’d chartered. I wanted to surprise Paul and make the night one of the most memorable we’d had. I also wanted Paul to make me a member of the mile-high club. The only thing I worried about was that the charter was costing our joint account $12,000 for 6 hours. I thought to myself, “what if Paul is mad at me for spending so much money on one night”. I left work early and went home and got the maid and my daughter off to the maid’s house. I forwarded my phone to my mom and told her what I was doing and if my husband called to tell him I was out with Sandy at a movie. I got my new nightie and left for the airport.
I got there and talked to the pilot about where we were going. I barely had time to get into my nightie before Paul arrived. I had made all the reservations under the name of Mrs. Paul Peterson so the pilots kept calling me Mrs. Peterson. Every time one of them did I felt a hot flash of desire cross my body for Paul. I spent the next 30 minutes getting my makeup just right and my nightie on before Paul arrived. When Paul arrived, I was standing by the door in my gown, waiting for him. He was so surprised. Since I was almost naked in that gown, I had to ask Paul to go tell the pilots that we were ready to go. When he came back, I had dinner all laid out. He pulled me up close to him and gave me along hard passionate kiss. I could feel his hard pressing up against my belly as we taxied for takeoff. My nipples were as hard as his cock. I was barely able to breath I was so aroused. I had to force myself away from him. I said, “oh darling, I want you so bad. I hope you’re not mad at me for spending so much money but this is our last night before my husband comes home and I want it to be really special”. He grinned at me and said, “Any night with you is very special. I don’t mind if you spent the money. I think you are a beautiful and wonderful girl and it’s worth any amount of money to have you standing here in front of me nearly naked. With that, he reached over and slipped the gown off my shoulders. Now I was truly naked.
It was just at that precise moment that the co-pilot walked out of the cockpit. He saw me standing there in front of Paul totally naked. Talk about being embarrassed. He and I both turned bright red. He managed to stammer, “Mrs. Peterson you asked me to tell you when we’d reached a mile in altitude”. I managed to stammer back. “Thank you, Bob”. I was watching Paul’s face as this was happening. He looked like he could barely keep himself from laughing at me standing there naked trying not to turn red all over my body. When the co-pilot left, he broke out in a big laugh and pulled me close up against him and said, “Well, Mrs. Peterson, I guess you’re a little extra benefit for the help. I also suppose you want me to make you a member of the mile-high club”. The blood in my veins was running so hot I thought I was going to melt. The red from my desire replaced the red from the embarrassment. My whole body was still red. When Paul pulled me close again, I put my arms around his neck and gave him a French kiss that lasted for at least five minutes. When we finally pulled apart, he put his hands on my shoulders and said, “darling you know there is already a Mrs. Peterson and you can’t be her.” I looked back into his lust filled eyes and said, “I know, I’ll just take you any way I can and you can do anything with me you want.” He started to get undressed. I pick up my gown and put it on. I said, “Now wait a minute. I spent $200 on this meal. We’re going to eat it”. He laughed and finished undressing down to his waist. “Ok”, he said, “we’ll eat. I’m hungry anyway”. What followed seemed be a scene out of the movie Tom Jones. We ate faster and faster. I sat there eating and looking at him and thinking how handsome he was, what a good lover he was and I thought, “oh my god I am definitely in love with him”. I dropped my spoon and said,” I can’t take it anymore Paul, and I have to have you now”. I went around to his side of the table and said, “stand up you SOB I’ve got to have that cock of yours.” We both worked feverishly at getting him out of his pants, shoes, underwear, and socks. He picked me up and threw me on the couch. He said, “Ok, you slut, your mine now and when we land, you’re going to be an official member of the mile-high club.”
The next two hours was one of the most passionate times I would ever have in my life. I was so hot and aroused that his merely slipping it in me caused my first orgasm of the night. The next two hours I came again and again. I was screaming and moaning at the top of my lungs the whole time. I would never have suspected that a 48-year-old man could do that to me. After the third time he came I was on top of him screaming “oh god, oh god”, repeatedly and bouncing up and down on his cock as fast as I could go. As I felt his cum squirting in me, I started to go slowly up and down on him. I was moaning much more quietly, as I had one of the most emotionally intense orgasms I had ever experienced. I fell off of him by his side after that last orgasm. I rolled over into his arms and said, “Darling I love you. I know you don’t love me back as much and you have a wife that even though you’re separated you’ll never divorce. I know I have a husband that I have an obligation to because he might be the father of my child but I’ll be yours forever. Whenever you want me, I’ll be there no matter what I have to do to get there. You can have me anytime or anywhere you want. I’ll walk down the middle of Main Street total naked if you want me too.”
I dozed off to sleep. When I awoke, I was still on the couch naked but Paul had covered me up. He was talking to the pilots as I slowly came out of my slumber. I just lay there and pretended to still be asleep. I heard the pilot say, “she’s a pretty girl Dr. Peterson”. He replied, “Yes she is. She quite enthusiastic as you probably heard”. The co-pilot said, “Well we did hear quite a bit. You are right about her being enthusiastic. And man does she have a body. I almost fainted when I walked in on you. I sure wish I could see her again.” When I heard that, I was curious what Paul would do. I know he was very proud of my body and if he wanted me to, I show it off to them without a bit of hesitation. However, I really wished he wanted to keep me private, although, I supposed that since the co-pilot had already seen me naked another time would not hurt. Paul told them that one time was enough. They left and Paul came over and shook me to wake me up. Since he hadn’t wanted to show me off that made me want him even more. I got up, put my nightgown on, put my clothes in a bag and we went home.
It was three in the morning when we got home. When we walked in the door Paul said, “Lynn you’ve got 30 seconds to get your ass in bed and be ready for me to screw you one more time.” Even though I was totally exhausted you’ve never seen a girl move so fast. We were still screwing when the sun came up. I said, “well Dr. I believe the sun is up and you’re not anymore” I leaned over and kissed him and pushed my young body up against his as hard as I could with the minimum strength I had. He said, “We’d better get up and get dressed. The maid will be here soon. I’ll take your daughter to your mom’s. I don’t have any patients to see today.” I thought, “oh my god I’m going to have to work all day and by quitting time my husband will be home and the first thing he is going to want to do is screw me”. I said aloud to myself, “Man, I’m so tired”.
Sure, enough when I got off from work my husband was there to pick me up. We didn’t get an opportunity to get to bed until after 11:00pm that evening. When we lay down, my husband started playing with me. I knew it was going to take the performance of a lifetime for me to pull this off as tired as I was. Not only did I have to act interested but also since it was supposed to be quite a while since I’d had sex, I was supposed to be horny. Somehow or the other I managed to do it for about 5 minutes. When he came, I said, “Hon I had a really tough day and I’m really tired can we go to sleep”? He acted somewhat surprised but being the nice guy, he was he said “sure”. I almost immediately feel asleep. It was three weeks before we left for Ca.