Empty Nester 06 - Doctor’s Orders

Empty Nester 06 - Doctor's Orders

A horny MILF is just following doctor's orders

Author's note: This story is the sixth in a series titled "Empty Nester." The first story set the stage for all the remaining chapters of this adventure. All future stories will continue to chronicle the events of these three lovers. It would be best to read them in order. All characters are fictional, consenting, and over the age of 18. This story is a complete figment of my imagination and not based on any real events or characters. I love to read comments as long as they are constructive.

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My bedroom door burst open to the screeching sound of my concerned daughter's voice.

"Mom, are you okay?" Jackie asked in a panicked voice. "We heard what sounded like a scream."

"Oh fuck," I muttered as I quickly pulled the bedspread over my naked body with the dildo still deep inside of me.

"Jesus mom," a stunned Jackie's voice questioned from the foot of my bed. "We're you masturbating?"

Jackie put her hands over her eyes as she apologized. "I am so sorry; I should have knocked."

As my completely embarrassed daughter was trying to somehow make a graceful exit, an excited female voice could be heard coming from somewhere in the room.

"Oh my, that big cock pumped my tiny fertile pussy so full of cum," the playfully exaggerated voice exclaimed. "Wanna see a happy pussy? Wanna see the massive cream-pie this stud just made? I'm gonna hold the phone close so you can see it pour out of my wet cunt when I slip off this big thick cock."

I scrambled to find my phone. It must have flown off the bed when I panicked and covered myself with the bedspread. I cringed as I watched Jackie bend and pick something up from the floor.

"No!" I pleaded too late.

"Way to go mom," Jackie proclaimed with a big smile. "You were getting off to porn. Jesus, that is one big dick and one sloppy cream-pie."

Jackie was holding the phone up so we both could watch as she sat on the edge of the bed. I tried to grab the phone from her hand. She just giggled as she avoided my attempts.

The woman on the screen appeared to be straddling a man and holding the camera behind her body close to her butt. She slowly lifted her freshly fucked pussy off the massive cock, allowing thick white cum to ooze from her gaping hole. As she hovered above him, her free hand reach between her thighs and started stroking the slippery shaft and rubbing the bulbous head against her sloppy pussy lips. I'm not going to lie, under different circumstances, this would have been hot.

I made one last attempt to grab the phone. "Please!" I begged.

Just then the camera started to move. "What do you think?" The beautiful woman asked as she held the phone up to her face. "Do you think that was a big enough load to make a baby?"

"Oh fuck!" Jackie screamed as she threw the phone at me. "That's Marcy. Jesus, mom, tell me that isn't dad."

I just smiled. I didn't know what else to do. Jackie covered her face with her hands and sat on the bed silently. I thought she was crying at first, but the sounds coming from her pretty little lips sounded more like a giggle.

"I really didn't need to see that," Jackie said in a stern voice. Suddenly it felt like she was the mother and I the daughter that just got caught masturbating to porn. "I'm probably going to be in therapy for the rest of my life."

"Can we talk about this," I asked in a consoling voice. "Please just sit for a minute and let me explain."

Jackie sat on the edge of the bed and chuckled. "I'm not even going to ask what's going on under there," she said as her eyes motioned down my body.

I hadn't realized until that very moment that I still had my hand between my legs with my fingers wrapped around the dildo that was imbedded deep inside my body.

"Out," I insisted as my free hand pointed to the door. "I think you have seen enough for one day."

We both started to giggle as Jackie got up and kissed my forehead. "Just try and keep it down a little in here. Pretty sure Jeremy isn't ready to find out just how kinky his newly adopted mom is."

...

I rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom to wash the nasty little toy and take a pee. When I wiped, it was clear that my subconscious mind was still seeking more pleasure, but my conscious mind wasn't going to allow it. I took a cold shower in an attempt to quell the desire before crawling back into bed. A few minutes later my phone rang, it was Marcy. Her and George were back on the road, and she was sitting in the sleeper with the curtain pulled over.

"What the fuck happened?" She asked in a concerned voice. "Jesus, did Jackie see me fucking her dad?"

"She did," I replied. "But that was just the half of it."

I offered Marcy all of the details, especially the parts where Jackie saw the closeup of her sloppy cream-pie, and the fact that I was still teasing my insides with the pink dildo.

"Was she upset?" Marcy asked in a concerned voice.

"I don't think so," I responded with a chuckle. "Perhaps a little frustrated though."

"Why's that?"

"After the romantic evening she and Jeremy had, then seeing a closeup of your sloppy, well fucked pussy, I can only imagine she wanted to do that to Jeremy. Unfortunately, she is on her period."

"So?" Marcy responded with a big grin. "That has never stopped me before."

We talked for a while, and I was starting to get sleepy. Before we said our goodbye's, Marcy asked if I was still okay with this arrangement; her traveling the country and fucking my husband while I sat home alone. I assured her that I was. After our call ended, I wondered though.

...

I was a little hesitant to face Jackie the next morning. I knew we should discuss what had transpired the night before, but I wasn't at all sure what to say. When I walked into the kitchen, Jackie and Jeremy were both finishing up a bowl of cereal. Their backpacks were sitting by the door.

"Are you guys leaving so early?" I asked in a sad tone.

"We both have studying to do, and wanted to get on the road before traffic gets too bad," Jackie said as she hopped up and gave me a hug. I just sighed.

Jeremy rinsed his bowl in the sink and came around the table to hug me. He whispered in my ear, "You are an incredible mom." Somehow, he seemed different.

"I'll call you when I get home," Jackie promised as they walked out the door.

I was sitting on the sofa enjoying a hot cup of coffee when the doorbell rang. I wasn't exactly dressed for a visitor, I thought as I grabbed a shawl and wrapped it around myself. Since I was expecting a quiet day alone, I just threw on a T-shirt sans bra and a comfortable pair of cotton shorts sans panties.

"Can I help you," I asked before recognizing that it was David. "Oh, that time of the month already? Just let yourself in through the gate, I will bring a check out to you."

I started to walk towards my bedroom to dress myself properly, then for some unknown reason changed my mind. I pulled out my checkbook, wrote a check, refilled my coffee cup and headed out the back door. I took a seat facing the hot tub at the small outdoor bistro table in our backyard. There was a bit of a chill in the air, so I was glad I had the shawl over my shoulders.

I just sat there sipping my coffee as I studied the handsome young man. David had been coming once a month to clean this stupid hot tub since we first got it about three years ago. I have always hated it. George bought it on a whim at one of those high-pressure trade shows thinking it might help to spice up our love life. In the end, it did just the opposite.

I have only been in it a couple of times since we got it. Both times, George and I got in it together and I felt obligated to have sex. I'm not going to lie, we did do it once, but all I could think about was that dirty water getting into my pussy and wondering what kind of strange infection I would have to battle for the next month. Every month for the past three years, I dutifully wrote a check for chemicals and maintenance. Every check increased my hatred for the stupid thing.

Today was very different. I was actually enjoying sitting in the sun. Enjoying watching this cute hunk of a young man clean it. I had always found it difficult to sit comfortably on these chairs because my feet don't touch the ground. Today though, seemed different, somehow sexy. I had one bare foot perched on a chair rung to help support me. My legs were crossed tightly and the toes of my other foot teased up and down the calf of that supporting leg. I noticed that each time David leaned over the side of the spa, when his strong shapely butt pressed tight into his shorts, my foot would gently bounce. It was creating a pleasant friction deep between my thighs. The lack of panties only served to make things more intimate down there.

I could feel that all too familiar tension start to build in my abdomen. With no panties to wick away my arousal as the pleasure intensified, a slickness quickly coated all of the moving parts. I crossed my legs tighter and bounced my foot faster, as my eyes ogled the innocent young man while my mind painted lewd portraits of his personal features. One appendage in particular seemed be straining the thin fabric of his shorts a little more each time he caught my gaze.

I noticed that David's smile broadened a little more with each sneaky little peek in my direction. I could feel a cool breeze dancing over my hard nipples, the nipples that had been concealed by the shawl. When I looked down, the shawl had fallen away from my breasts, and my nipples were obscenely on display through the soft cotton of the T-shirt. Rather than cover myself, I leaned back a little and pushed my chest out proudly. I could feel more of that special warmth ooze between the tight grip of my thighs.

Our provocative little dance continued for the next half hour while David worked. He strutted and puffed his chest while my foot bounced uncontrollably, and my nipples sought proper recognition. I was fully aroused, and by the looks of it, so was David. Neither of us made any attempts to hide it.

By the time he finished packing up his gear, I was a mess. I started to stand up and hand him the check, but thought better of it as the soggy material that covered my bottom stuck to my butt. I sat back down and motioned him over.

Since David was a neighbor and had been friends with Jackie, I was always accustomed to giving him a motherly hug before he left. He would get suspicious if I didn't follow suit today. After I handed him the check, I slipped off the tall seat and stood with my arms outstretched. I could feel my hard nipples bore into his chest as I wrapped my arms around him tightly. My nipples weren't the only hard things that drew my attention during our extended hug. This quickly became a full body hug that left nothing to the imagination.

"You should jump in the hot tub," David suggested after our passionate hug ended. "I never really see you guys use this thing. It sure seems a waste."

I must have had a strange look on my face as my brain questioned his statement. "Where do you live?" I asked. "I know Jackie used to walk to your house when the two of you were in school. I guess I never actually knew where that was."

David pointed towards the back fence. "That two story house right there." He replied with a sly little grin. "That is my bedroom window right up there on the second floor."

"Oh..." I couldn't seem to finish my statement. My brain went blank, I had no words. I just muttered, "Thanks again," as I turned to lead him to the gate.

I had completely forgotten about the condition of my shorts. I am relatively certain that he got a good look at the wet spot in the back of them. If I had to guess, he probably got a good look at something in the front as well. When he turned to wave goodbye, his eyes were darting between my chest and my crotch, mine were fixated on the wet spot in the front of his shorts.

After the gate was securely latched, I couldn't help but chuckle as a warmth spread across my chest and face. A sense of pride filled me as I marveled at the ease with which I was able to seduce the handsome young man. I guess this old MILF still had a little sex appeal left in her.

...

I just kind of wandered around the house for a little bit. I was alone again and needed something to occupy my time. It would be two weeks before George and Marcy made it back home, and I needed something to keep me from going stir crazy. To be honest, I needed something to help me keep my mind off my steamy wet arousal.

I poured another cup of coffee and sat in George's leather recliner. I just figured it wouldn't stain if my butt was really as wet as it felt. For some strange reason, for the past couple of weeks, my pussy always seemed to be in a state of arousal. I reasoned that it was due to all the sex I had been having.

The more I thought about it, I had had at least one big orgasm every day since we first left on our two-week trucking adventure. Between George, Marcy, Charlie, and the pink dildo, my pussy probably saw more action than it had its entire life. I just chuckled at the thought that I must have somehow broken it.

As I was enjoying my third cup of coffee for the morning, I received a text. It was one of those automated texts from the doctor's office reminding me of an appointment tomorrow.

"Damn," I said aloud. "I should probably call and cancel. Especially in light of the way my body has been behaving lately."

The appointment was for my annual OBGYN visit. How embarrassing would it be if I started to get aroused during the pelvic exam. I clicked on the number and the phone started to ring. I canceled the call. Maybe I should find out what was causing all of this wetness, the emotional rollercoaster, and my seemingly insatiable appetite for sex. Something had certainly changed. I pushed my knees apart and looked down at the crotch of my shorts, the huge wet spot between my legs. I should go I decided.

I spent the rest of the day trying to stay occupied by performing menial chores around the house. After a couple of hours, the coffee started to wear off and I was getting a little sleepy. I was almost finished tidying up in Jackie's room and just needed to change her bedding. I thought about putting on another pot of coffee but decided to just take a little nap instead. I stretched out on Jackie's bed and closed my eyes as I snuggled my face into her pillow. I immediately noticed a different scent on her pillow. It must have been Jeremy's.

I couldn't help but imagine what Jackie and Jeremy may have been doing together in her tiny little bed. As I drifted off to sleep, my mind filled with vivid dreams. Very inappropriate and taboo dreams that included both Jackie and Jeremy doing things that a good mother not dare to imagine. The dreams were so real, so graphic; so completely inexcusable. I forced myself to wake up, scolded myself for becoming so aroused at the expense of my innocent daughter.

...

After I put Jackie's bedding to wash, I crawled into my own bed, flipped on the TV and just tried to relax. My instinct was to satisfy the burning desire between my legs, but I resisted like any good mother should. I reassured myself that the dreams were not real as the monotonous sound of an uninteresting TV show lulled me to sleep.

The next morning, I got up, showered and dressed appropriately for my doctor's visit. I knew I would have to strip naked for the exam, so loose fitting and comfortable was the dress code for the day. I even went one step farther and stuck a thin panty liner in the crotch of my cotton panties, just in case. At some point during the day, my overly spicy imagination would certainly cause me some kind of embarrassment. And besides, my period should have started by now. How disgusting would it be if that decided to make its bloody appearance during the exam. I shuddered at the thought.

I have been seeing the same OBGYN since Jackie was born and we were certainly on a first name basis. Out of respect, I always called her doctor Teresa, but she would have been fine with just Teresa. She had been to our house a couple of times over the years, and her husband Jed, and George would occasionally have a beer together. Somehow, knowing her so well seemed to make this visit all that much more embarrassing.

"Good morning," Dr. Teresa said in a cheerful voice as she ushered her nurse in the door with her. "As you know, the government doesn't trust that I can perform an exam on you without somehow getting inappropriate, so Elizabeth here will be watching my every move."

We all chuckled. This was the normal entrance Dr. Teresa made every time. She was so completely offended by the whole, two medical professionals in the room at all times rule, that she never failed to bring it up. This was the one time that I really wished I could have been alone with her. The last thing I needed was for my body to humiliate me with a witness present.

"So," she said as she looked at my chart on the computer. "Any changes since your last exam? Any vaginal dryness? Pain during intercourse? Depression? Lack of libido?

I just chuckled nervously. "How about just the opposite," I replied as my eyes started to well up. "This is really embarrassing to have to say out loud, but I have actually been feeling extremely slutty lately. I don't know what's wrong with me. I have been having really nasty dreams and can't seem to stop thinking about sex. For the past several weeks, it seems like it is always wet down there."

Dr. Teresa handed me a box of tissues and gently caressed my arm. "I am pretty sure I know what is going on. Let's get this examination out of the way and we can talk privately in my office after you are dressed. We will also get a urine sample and run a couple of blood tests to help verify my suspicions."

I just nodded as I dried my eyes. "Sorry in advance about the mess down there," I said. "That thing just won't turn off, especially when someone or something touches it. Please don't think badly of me, I just can't seem to control myself."

"Believe me when I tell you I have seen this kind of thing before," the doctor reassured. "Just close your eyes and try to relax. Trust me when I tell you that I won't be offended."

I put my feet in the stirrups, pushed my knees out wide, and closed my eyes. The sensation of the cool breeze that drifted between my legs combined with the doctor's gentle voice seemed to quell my emotions, for the time being at least. I just blocked everything out, hoped I could make it through the exam without further embarrassing myself.

The combination of the doctor's gentle touch on my inner thighs, the sensation of her delicate, latex covered fingers parting my intimate tissue, and the contrasting indecency of the cold rigid instrument pushing into my warmth caused goosebumps to form on my exposed thighs. It was beginning, and I knew I could not stop it. To be honest, in that moment, I wasn't sure I wanted to stop it.

This type of exam had always been uncomfortable and typically required her to use lube. Not today. My body was providing more than enough of that. In fact, I had to fight the urge to thrust my hips as the barbaric instrument pressed into my throbbing moist flesh and opened me wider than any man possibly could. The feeling was so intense, my emotions so raw. I had never wanted to be touched so badly, to be loved so intimately.

"Just breathe," the doctor's calm voice said as I tensed my abdominal muscles in an attempt to fight off an impending orgasm. I was finally able to relax a bit when I felt the tool shrink and dislodge.

"A quick check of your vulva and surrounding tissue," the pleasant voice informed. "Just a little pressure, I promise, I'm almost done."

I literally jumped when her fingers pressed into the sides of my vulva as she checked for any abnormalities. "This part might feel a little personal," the doctor warned. "I need to get a better look at your clitoris. Try to relax."

I could feel my lips gently part as a cool breeze tickled at my hard little clit. I was holding my breath in anticipation as her fingers pressed into the sensitive flesh around it. I couldn't help but flinch and let out a little squeaking sound as tiny electric pulses triggered the production of my juices. I clenched tightly in a futile effort to seal the passageway and stem their flow.

"Does that hurt?" A concerned voice asked.

"Oh god no," I responded as a thick warm drizzle tickled over my exposed butthole, causing me to squirm on the table.

Dr. Teresa rolled her exam stool around to my side. I could see the slippery mess on the fingers of her gloves as she peeled them off her long fingers.

"I think we should perform a vaginal ultrasound just to take a little better look inside. It is a little invasive, but given your age and current condition, I think it is warranted."

"Okay," I responded in a shaky breath knowing full well that would almost certainly send me over the edge.

As the nurse prepped the ultrasound machine, the doctor had me sit up so she could do the breast exam portion. As her soft fingers probed deeply into my breasts, I could feel a familiar fluttering inside my pussy as the absorbent pad under my butt soaked up all of the evidence. I had always secretly enjoyed this part of the exam. There is just something about the touch of another woman that feels so erotic and sensual. In the past, Dr. Teresa always did this at the end so any evidence of my arousal stayed hidden deep inside. Today, she was planning to push a foreign object deep into my already wet pussy after touching my breasts. This couldn't possibly get any more embarrassing.

"Have your nipples always been this sensitive?" The doctor questioned as she transitioned to the second breast.

I looked down at my exposed breasts, at her fingers pressing into their tender flesh. Both of my nipples were obscenely long and hard, begging for attention.

"They have always been sensitive," I murmured shakily, trying hard not to moan. "But not like this. Sometimes, just the pressure of my bra does this. It actually gets uncomfortable after a while."

"Any abnormal discharge or milk production?" I just shook my head no as I fought off an inappropriate fantasy that was building somewhere deep in the recesses of my mind.

"Occasionally, women in your condition begin to produce milk due to over-stimulation of the nipples. Have your sexual habits recently changed to include more nipple or breast stimulation?

I thought for a second. An image of Charlie vigorously suckling and manipulating my nipples flashed into my brain. A second image of Marcy sucking and pulling on my nipples materialized. Then of George squeezing and tugging my erect nipples. I just closed my eyes, blushed brightly and nodded as the barrage of lewd images continued.

"That's okay," the consoling doctor's soft voice assured. "I just need to check to see if I can express any milk."

I nodded ashamedly as my eyes watched intently. Her hand was so soft, yet her grip so firm as she wrapped her fingers tightly around my breast just above the nipple and pulled outward like she was milking me. The pleasure was so intimately intense that I couldn't breathe. When she did the second one, I could feel my pussy tighten as my mind secretly begged for her to wrap her pretty lips around my long thick nipple and suckle.

"Based on your reaction, I have to assume there was no pain," Dr. Teresa said softly as her comforting hand touched my shoulder. "Your breasts are completely normal for a woman of your age. Now let's get this ultrasound done so we can get you off this table and dressed. Try not to be alarmed by what you are experiencing right now. You are a healthy woman, and your body is just reacting to the external stimuli. There is nothing to be embarrassed about."

Dr. Teresa held up the long smooth wand of the ultrasound and squirted a copious amount of gel over its bulbous head. "I'm going to insert this into your vagina. You may feel a little discomfort as I position it to get a clear picture of your uterus. Please let me know if you feel any pain."

I just closed my eyes and reassumed my position in the stirrups. I held my hands over my face again as if that would somehow help. As she inserted the wand, I could feel a cool sensation. I slowly let out my breath and tried to concentrate on something other than the fluttering sensation deep inside my pussy. As the wand pushed deeper, an image of George flooded my mind. Unfortunately, it was an image of George making love to me in the truck for the first time. As hard as I tried, I couldn't stop the vivid movie from playing out in my head. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling as my hands tightly gripped the sides of the exam table.

"Please," I begged my body silently. "Don't embarrass me like this. Don't you dare cum."

The wand touched something deep inside me that sent shivers up my spine. My thighs jerked as my pelvic muscles contracted and I took in a sharp breath.

"Everything okay?" The pleasant nurse's voice asked as she took my hand into hers and attempted to comfort me. Her hand was so soft and her actions so caring. Unfortunately, it only reminded me of Marcy. I closed my eyes again as the masculine hardness penetrated and probed my intimate flesh while the soft feminine hand caressed mine. My two lovers were here to rescue me.

"Uh huh," I managed to eek out. I sensed the heat of the nurse's body as she stood close to me and caressed my hand. I could detect a gentle fragrance, possibly a body wash or shampoo combined with her delicate natural scent. I opened my eyes, looked up at her beautiful face. Our eyes met for a brief moment before she looked away. My eyes lowered to her perfectly proportioned breasts, detected the slightest hint of a nipple gently pressing against the soft fabric of her top. They lowered again, studied the gentle curve of her mons as it pushed out ever so slightly before rounding and diving between her tone thighs. Her stance created a small gap between her thighs, just enough to identify the delicate furrow of her vulva. Her body exuded a lovely sensual femininity.

Our intimate moment was interrupted by Doctor Teresa saying something to the nurse, something about a different machine. As the nurse released my hand and walked away, my eyes studied her perfect backside. The gentle sway of her round cheeks beneath the loose-fitting scrubs clearly signaled that they were not being restrained by traditional undergarments. The doctor seemed to catch my stare as she continued probing me with the wand.

"I'm so sorry," Dr. Teresa said in an apologetic voice. "I can't seem to get a good picture with this machine. The nurse went to get a different one."

I was on sensory overload. I could hear her words. I could see the door open and close. I simply couldn't control myself any longer. My pelvis started to gyrate and rock uncontrollably as it involuntarily thrust against the wand that was still intimately probing me. I could sense that the doctor was trying to remove the wand as my hand clamped over hers and pushed it deeper into my quivering pussy.

As my body jerked and twisted on the table, I could feel something press against my ultra sensitive clit. My pelvis pressed harder against her hand as an intense orgasm rippled through my abdomen. I covered my mouth with my free hand as I gasped for air while at the same time trying to silence my passion. I could feel a comforting hand press into my abdomen in an attempt to steady me on the table as the intensity of the contractions faded.

Before the exam room door opened again, my orgasm had fully subsided. I lay still on the table trying to catch my breath. I looked over at the monitor as a clear picture appeared. I just breathed a sigh of relief as my flushed face and chest began to cool.

"It looks like it started working again," the doctor informed the nurse as she rolled the replacement machine into the room.

A few minutes later, I was alone in the exam room, sitting in a puddle of my own making. Before leaving, the nurse reached into a cabinet and pulled out a thick, medical grade maxi pad and handed it to me with an all-knowing smile. She didn't say a word. She didn't have to.

I got dressed, stuck the pad to the crotch of my underwear, and prepared to face humiliation. As I walked into the doctor's office, something I did after every exam, something seemed very different. Instead of sitting behind her desk, Dr. Teresa was in one of the patient chairs, motioning for me to sit in the chair next to her.

"We should discuss what happened during the exam," she said as she took my hand into hers. "Please try not to feel embarrassed or ashamed. You did nothing wrong. I called my colleague and asked her to join us for this consultation. She specializes in a very specific condition called female hypersexual dysfunction."

Just then I heard a knock on the door and a tall younger woman entered the office and sat behind the desk. "Dr. freeman told me what happened during your exam. While certainly not a common occurrence, what you experienced is most likely due to a hormonal imbalance. I would like to run a series of tests that should help to confirm that determination as well as provide a path for treatment."

Dr. Teresa just held my hand as the new doctor explained the reasons behind all of the arousal induced wetness, the vivid fantasies, wet dreams, and mood swings that I had been experiencing since just before Jackie left for college.

"Do you find that certain odors trigger some of these symptoms?" The pretty young doctor asked. "There are some significant studies going on right now that seem to indicate a correlation between pheromones and hypersexual behavior. Many of the study's subjects are reporting a spike in arousal after being exposed to a male's scent, something that has long been suspected. What is surprising is that those same subjects are reporting even higher levels of arousal after being exposed to the scent of another woman. Just keep that in mind as you try to determine the specific triggers of your own arousal."

It turns out that I had entered something called perimenopause, and my body was essentially mimicking a second, grownup version of puberty. In a nutshell, my hormones were completely out of wack and my pussy was acting like a horny teenager again. A horny teenager that gets off on the smell of wet pussy. Of course, the doctor assured me that this was completely healthy and normal, although the extent and frequency of my arousal seemed to be well above average. She threw out the term hypersexuality to describe what I was going through. We talked about the importance of exercise and sex, and she recommended lots of both.

"Don't be afraid to masturbate," the pretty young doctor said as she handed me a couple of pamphlets as I was leaving. "This is all very normal. Take a look at these pamphlets and call me if you have any questions. Oh, and like I said before, be sure to enjoy it while it lasts. If you would like, I can write a prescription for your husband - no less than one orgasm per day. Seriously though, exercise and sexual stimulation will help to stabilize your hormone levels. A healthy sex life will provide both. I can't emphasize that enough but be very careful as this is a time in your life when your body is very fertile and more prone to becoming pregnant."

...

My drive home from the doctor's visit was a little uncomfortable. The thick pad between my legs seemed to be hitting me in just the right spot and I could feel the tension start to build in my abdomen again. By the time I walked into the house, I was literally a hot mess.

I ditched the thick pad when I changed into some comfy sweatpants and a loose-fitting t-shirt and settled into the sofa with a glass of wine. I thought about calling George and Marcy, but decided I should wait till morning, after I had a chance to better digest the news myself. God, it seemed like I was some kind of sexual deviant that couldn't control her urges. I started to sob.

I pulled out my iPad and started searching the internet for answers. A search for hypersexuality and spontaneous orgasm took me down a rabbit hole that led to some very explicit videos and stories of women who had a similar experience to mine. I spent the next three hours watching videos of women masturbating using some pretty interesting techniques. By my third glass of wine, my sweatpants were drenched, and my mind was whirling. Never before in my life had I wanted, no needed someone to make love to me so badly. Masturbation alone wasn't going to be sufficient. Not even a dildo. I needed to feel an emotional connection with another human being, and soon.

It was getting late. I decided I should go to bed and try to better understand everything that had happened in the morning, when my mind wasn't fogged by wine and porn. I stripped down and tossed the soggy pants into the hamper. I slid between the cool sheets without my nightgown. In hindsight, that was probably a big mistake, but wine doesn't always make for the best decisions.

My eyes were closed, the cool silky sheets tickled at my sensitive skin as my mind filled with erotic fantasies. The events of the pelvic exam and ultrasound replayed in vivid high definition as the fantasy took on a storyline of its own. The vivid imagery of Dr. Teresa and her nurse became pornographic as their faces morphed into those of Marcy and Charlie.

I tried to push those thoughts out of my mind, searched for less erotic replacements. I remembered what my doctor said about my hormones and how sexual stimulation could help to stabilize their fluctuation. It wouldn't take much to push me over the edge at this point I concluded.

The delicate touch of my fingers began a sensual exploration of my aroused body. I allowed those fictitious images of Dr. Marcy and the sexy little nurse Charlie to dominate my consciousness. In my fantasy, my cute little nurse was sucking on my nipples and playing with my breasts while Dr. Marcy fucked my horny little pussy with the magic wand. I had a hand buried between each of their crotches as their hot little pussies flooded my invading fingers.

I quickly discovered that the combination of fantasy and my fingers alone weren't getting the job done. I pulled the dildo from the drawer in the nightstand, rolled onto my stomach, lifted my pelvis, and pushed it deep inside my ravenous pussy. I slipped a pillow between my thighs and settled my stuffed crotch onto it. As my hips rocked and gyrated, the pillow sensually massaged my clit while at the same time causing the slippery dildo to gently stir against my insides. My whole body started to rock recklessly.

"Make me cum," I moaned loudly into my other pillow. "Please doctor Marcy! Make me cum all over this exam table."

My hips were gyrating and humping the defenseless pillow as my hands and fingers pulled and twisted at my breasts and nipples. I was so close. I could feel my climax trying to crest. It wanted so badly to push an intense orgasm out through my fluttering, clenching pussy, but it wouldn't let go.

I rolled onto my back and retrieved the small vibrator from the drawer. Just a little more stimulation and I should be able to get there. My pussy was gripping the dildo tightly as my abdominal muscles tightened and burned. I lifted my pelvis high into the air, pressed the vibrator to my clit as the dildo slammed my sloppy wet hole. As badly as I needed to, I couldn't finish. I couldn't make myself cum. My thighs were cramping as my hips thrust against the deeply embedded rubber cock. I finally surrendered as my sweaty, breathless, unfulfilled body crumpled onto the bed.

I rolled out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. I could feel my needy pussy still throbbing inside, begging for more attention. I wasn't sure how to satisfy that deep-pitted desire. I needed to orgasm so badly, and my body was suddenly refusing to cooperate. I just curled my naked body in the big recliner and cried. That nagging fluttering deep inside my pussy just wouldn't go away. I thought back to the few times in my life when I masturbated to climax. Was I ever truly alone when I did it? For some reason I couldn't think of a time when I had actually been alone and reached an orgasm.

...

It was a little past ten when I walked over and peeked out the sliding glass door. It was very dark in the back yard. I carefully slid the large door open as quietly as possible and tiptoed my naked body out to the hot tub. I guess I had never removed the cover myself, and was surprised how heavy the waterlogged cover would be. As I pushed the front half up and over, it slammed loudly as it came to rest on the back half. I froze. Surely one of our nosy neighbors would have heard. Shit, David might have heard. I looked over my shoulder towards his bedroom window. No sign of light or movement. I felt a strange energy fill me. My nakedness could possibly be seen by any number of people, a thought that felt exhilarating.

I couldn't help but chuckle. Here I was naked as a Jaybird in my own backyard, bent provocatively over the stupid hot tub, trying to get the heavy cover off. Once I was able to finally slide it off, I turned toward the back fence, stepped my feet apart, threw my arms out wide and flashed my neighbors with everything I had. I guess the wine was still impacting my better judgement, but it felt incredible.

I climbed into the hot tub and switched on the bubbles and the jets. I almost jumped out of my skin when one of the powerful streams of water pulsed against my bare crotch. I guess I had forgotten how nice this thing could feel. I took a seat at the back of the hot tub, facing David's window. I draped both arms across the back of the hot tub and pushed my feet apart as wide as the tub would let me. I chuckled as my large boobs floated to the top of the water, suspended by thousands of tiny tickling bubbles.

"Fuck," I moaned quietly. "Why am I just now discovering how nice this feels."

I just closed my eyes and let the combination of water, heat and bubbles bring me to the verge of climax. "Look at me David," I said in a moderately loud voice. "Watch this old MILF cum in her clean hot tub."

"Oh fuck," I moaned a little louder than I had intended as I moved my pelvis a little to the side and felt a powerful stream of water blast my clit. I was actually a little too sensitive and had to close my thighs to block the stream. I soon found that I very much enjoyed teasing my sensitive clit by moving my ass back and forth, offering a quick burst of pleasure followed by a short break.

I looked down at my dancing boobs topped by hard rubbery nipples. I could barely see them in the dark. Against my better judgement, I reached over and flipped the switch to turn the underwater lights on. As soon as I did, I caught a slight movement in the curtains of David's bedroom.

"Oh, you little fucking pervert," I said aloud. I pinched one of my nipples tightly with one hand as I pulled and stretched it hard. My other hand lifted the other breast and fed its nipple to my mouth. I pinched it tightly between my teeth before sucking it deep into my mouth. My gaze never left the bedroom window as the added stimulation pushed me to the edge. I opened my legs wide, allowed the powerful stream of water to pummel my naked pussy and exposed clit.

I released the nipple from my mouth, leaned my head back, and let out a deep loud moan. My hips thrust against the invisible liquid molester, as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed my fragile body and pushed out through my pussy. I finally had to slam my thighs together, stop the relentless, but much appreciated molestation.

"Thank you, David," I said aloud as I reached over and flipped the light off. I watched as the bedroom curtain dropped back into place. I just smiled and enjoyed the bubbling full body massage. I was finally able to release the pent-up sexual tension, and my body was feeling very content. If I'm being honest, I was a little disappointed that David didn't peep a little longer. My naked backside would surely have been a sight to see as I struggled to get the heavy cover back in place.

...

When I woke the next morning, I felt more relaxed than I had in a long time. "Just what the doctor ordered," I thought as a big smile covered my face while remembering the pleasant orgasm the hot tub provided. Maybe I didn't hate that thing as much as I thought.

While enjoying my first cup of coffee for the day, I pulled the pamphlets out of my purse and unfolded them. The first one focused on perimenopause and the benefits of staying active sexually. I couldn't help but to chuckle when I read that the best way to regulate hormonal fluctuation was through orgasm, something about oxytocin and endorphins.

The second pamphlet titled, "Masturbation, Key to a Healthy Marriage." I thought back to the handful of times I had masturbated in my life, and recalled how much I actually learned about myself, and my body.

My mind started buzzing. While I knew George masturbated, especially during the many months after Jackie was born when I simply couldn't meet his needs, I didn't recall ever actually seeing him do it. It's not like it's rocket science, I surmised; hand wrapped around hard cock, and a little stroking. Did he use lube? Maybe his own saliva? Did he just cum on his stomach and clean it up, or did he cum into a tissue? Could I masturbate in front of him? Could I masturbate in front of Marcy? The questions just kept flooding in.

I refilled my coffee cup and wandered into the living room. Before leaving, Jeremy had folded the sheets and set them next to the sofa. I needed to wash them. As I unfurled the sheets and started to drop them in the wash machine, I noticed a large crusty stain on one of them. I couldn't help but smile. Did innocent little Jeremy cum all over my sheets? Did he masturbate right there on my sofa? I pressed them to my nose and inhaled. His scent was so masculine and powerful. I immediately began to feel a warmth spread through my body. I just chuckled.

"Pheromones," I said aloud as I dropped the sheets into the washer. "Someone could get rich by making a scratch and sniff out of that stuff."

I pushed my horny thoughts aside and picked up my phone and dialed George's number. "Hey babe," George answered on speakerphone. "How did your appointment with doctor Teresa go yesterday?

I just chuckled. "That's kinda what I wanted to talk to you about. Hey Marcy, I promise I will explain everything later, but would you mind if I just talk to George for a minute."

I could hear a click on the phone. "Just me now," George said. "Marcy is actually driving right now. I need to stay up front with her, but I can listen."

"Perfect," I responded.

I spent the next half hour telling George everything; the perimenopause and its symptoms, the unexpected orgasm on the exam table, my unsuccessful masturbation session, even young David and my exhibitionistic hot tub experience. George just listened.

"Could I get another hall pass George?" I asked after having beared my soul. "A very specific hall pass that would allow me to experiment a little."

The phone went silent. I just waited for George to speak.

"I guess I don't understand what you mean by experiment," George finally responded in a questioning tone. "It's your body. Why would you need my permission?"

"I very much liked what I did with David," I replied nervously. "I think I would like to explore that exhibitionistic part of myself a little more. Maybe not so privately the next time. The doctor indicated that I should try to understand what triggers my arousal."

The phone was eerily silent.

"Never mind," I said emphatically. "The silence says it all."

"No," George quickly responded. "I was just trying to imagine how I would feel if you had sex with another man. Call me a hypocrite, but I don't think I would ever be okay with that. It sounds so pathetic to hear those words come out of my mouth considering the fact that I am doing that very thing with your best friend, and let's not forget Charlie. I just want to be honest with you."

"Thank you for that," I responded after taking a deep breath. "I could never imagine myself with another man, not having intercourse anyway. You are the only man to ever kiss or touch me. I just felt so alive when I thought another man was looking at my naked body. I don't want another man inside of me, at least I don't think I do. Maybe someday, but only if you would agree to be there with me, participating."

"Oh, just what a guy wants to see, another man fucking his wife," George responded in a snarky tone. "No thank you. I love you and trust you, Jodi. Please just promise to always be honest with me."

"I promise," I responded with a renewed excitement. "God, I love you."

...

I spent the next couple of days plotting and planning, trying to figure out exactly how I wanted to use my newfound sexual freedom. To be honest, just the fact that I had so many options available to me made the planning all that much more exciting. I knew I must do this right the first time, since it would probably only happen once.

First though, I wanted to find some new clothes that made me feel sexy. I have always loved to shop for clothes, and very much like the feeling of stripping down in a dressing room. I don't know exactly what it is, perhaps the simple fact that someone might walk in and see me. I was getting goosebumps just thinking about the naughty dressing room adventures I had with Marcy. I missed her so much.

...

As I traversed the large department store looking for the perfect outfit, I observed a couple in their late twenties, possibly early thirties. The woman was in a wheelchair, and what appeared to be her handsome husband was pushing her. I couldn't help but to watch from afar as the seemingly embarrassed hunk of a man pushed her through the lingerie section and occasionally retrieved different pieces of intimate apparel for the woman to inspect.

Something drew me to them, and I eventually approached under the guise of shopping for intimate wear myself. Being a tactile shopper, I have always selected clothing based on feel, so it didn't seem out of the ordinary when the woman gently held a pair of silky panties to her cheek as her fingers toyed inside the crotch. I watched intently as a soft flush crept over the man's face when he sensed my presence.

"Those look very comfortable," I said softly as I approached. "I'll bet they would feel very sexy."

The woman smiled as she looked up at me. It wasn't until then that I fully realized how beautiful she was. Her face was that of a model with deep dark eyes and pouty lips. We both did the typically unavoidable scan of each other's bodies. I immediately observed that she wasn't wearing a bra under her silky blouse. Her breasts seemed firm and proud as her tiny nipples delicately dimpled their thin covering. She was wearing loose fitting shorts, and her long tanned legs seemed marathon ready. It somehow seemed odd to see such a vibrant and beautiful woman in a wheelchair.

"Unfortunately, since the accident I couldn't tell you how anything feels down there," the young woman's voice interrupted my stare. "I just do this because of how embarrassed my husband gets when I make him shop this section of the store. You should see how red he gets when I make him push me into the dressing room."

I chuckled. "I completely understand. My husband can certainly appreciate the benefits of lingerie but wouldn't be caught dead anywhere near it in a store. Perhaps I could offer him a reprieve from the embarrassment if you would allow me to assist you in the dressing room."

"That is very kind of you," the woman replied. "My name is Sharon, and the one with the red face if Tyler. I am sure that would make him very happy."

The three of of spent the next half hour browsing the intimate selection of clothing. Sharon and I each selected several different items of interest to try on. Tyler rolled Sharon to the entrance of the dressing rooms before offering control of the wheelchair to me. He mouthed the words "thank you" as I carefully navigated the doorway. Thankfully, the dressing area was equipped with a handicap accessible stall.

To be honest, I was feeling a little nervous. I had never assisted someone who is wheelchair bound, and wasn't sure exactly how I should help.

"I hope you don't mind if we get a little personal in here," Sharon said quietly. "Since the accident I have grown accustomed to having any number of different people help me out in very personal ways. I guess I have completely lost any sense of modesty since I can't really function like a woman anymore. I can disrobe myself but will require a little assistance getting these flimsy little panties on. Perhaps it would be less awkward for you if you just disrobed as well."

I was a little taken aback by her forwardness, but somehow understood how her dependency on others could lead to such unexpected openness. I watched Sharon start to unbutton her blouse. She may not feel the sexual tension this situation was presenting, but I sure did.

I quickly slipped my shirt over my head, careful not to miss a single moment of her unveiling. I could feel my own nipples pressing into my soft bra as each of her buttons carefully revealed a little more cleavage. Her chest had no visible tan lines, and the ripples in her abdomen signaled her appreciation for fitness.

"They are fairly small compared to yours," Sharon said in a warm voice as she slowly pushed the blouse off her shoulders. "I couldn't help but notice the way Tyler was looking at yours. I think he always wished mine were larger."

I reached back and unfastened my bra, being careful to hold it in place with my arms. Our eyes were locked as I slowly lowered my arms and allowed my breasts to spill out of their constraints. Both of our eyes lowered at the same time.

"They look so soft and inviting," Sharon said with a smile. "Mine are kind of hard and firm."

"They are perfect," I reassured. "Sometimes, I wish mine were smaller, so I didn't always feel the need to wear a bra."

We both chuckled. "Now what?" I asked nervously as I considered wether or not to undress further. I guess I wasn't at all sure what I thought would happen after offering to help another woman try on lingerie, but I never expected anything like this.

"Help me up so I can get my pants down," Sharon responded as she signaled me to bend in front of her. "I will wrap my arms around your neck and pull myself up so you can slide my pants down."

I did just that. Sharon wrapped her strong arms around my neck as I straightened, causing her warm firm breasts to push into mine. I carefully slid the waistband of her shorts over her butt, trying hard not to touch her inappropriately.

"You know I can't feel anything down there, right?" Sharon said with a laugh. "You could be feeling me up right now and I would never know."

"You could only wish," I responded as I leaned forward and lowered her back into the chair as my hands instinctively cradled her soft warm butt and offered an unintended squeeze.

I knelt before her and pulled the soft cotton shorts down her legs and over her feet. "No underwear?"

"Not today," Sharon said as the action of me lifting her feet caused her knees to separate. "I always go commando when we go shopping. It just makes things easier."

My eyes were focused on the perfectly manicured V between her thighs. I knew I was staring, but I couldn't help myself. "So, if I were to touch you down here, you wouldn't feel anything?

"Not a thing," Sharon responded. "My doctor keeps telling me that I should be able to have children, even though everything below my belly button feels dead. Everything down there still works as designed, I just can't feel anything."

I found myself gently caressing Sharon's thighs as she briefly told me about the car accident they were involved in the second day of their honeymoon that left her paralyzed from the waist down and Tyler consumed by guilt. It had been several years ago, and Tyler hadn't been able to get an erection since. The whole thing was just so sad.

"I am so sorry to get so personal, but I have to ask. Does it get, you know, lubricated?"

"That's okay," Sharon responded. "It doesn't when I touch myself, or even when Tyler touches me, but sometimes I wake up after a very naughty dream and discover wetness down there."

"What kind of naughty dream?" I questioned as my hands gently slid higher up her thighs.

Sharon paused for a moment. "When I dream about another woman," she responded hesitantly. "Since the accident, I have this recurring dream about a woman kissing me down there. It always makes me feel so alive and normal again."

"Have you ever thought about making that dream a reality?" I asked as our eyes met. "You are such a beautiful and vibrant woman. It's such a shame that you don't feel that way."

"But I'm not a lesbian," Sharon responded in a sad tone. "I have never done anything like that with a woman before."

"I'm not either," I said with a smile. "But I have made love to two different women. It is so incredibly beautiful and fulfilling. I would be honored if you would allow me to at least try."

Sharon didn't respond. Instead, she lifted herself with her arms and pushed her butt to the edge of the wheelchair as I pressed her thighs outward. I just stared at her perfectly manicured crotch, the tender mounds of her sleepy vulva.

"My nipples are very sensitive," Sharon whispered as I knelt between her legs. "Sometimes, I think something happens down there when I touch them. Will you try kissing them first?"

I just smiled as I leaned forward and gently kissed each of her nipples before pulling one into my mouth and suckling. Her nipples started out very tiny, and almost flat but soon grew long and hard. I could feel Sharon's hands caressing my bare shoulders and neck as I sucked, nibbled and pulled at her aroused breasts. There is just something about pleasing another woman that gets my juices flowing, and I was certainly getting wet. When Sharon reached her hand around and cupped one of my breasts, I almost lost it.

My hand trailed down her taunt abdomen until it reached her silky carpet. My teeth carefully sank into one of her rubbery nipples as a fingertip teased over her tightly nestled sleeping clit. There was no reaction, no jolt of pleasure that one would expect from such direct contact. My finger teased lower and parted her warm flesh as my tongue toyed with her nipple.

I lowered my face until my eyes could carefully scan the intricate details of her pussy. She was so perfect, her lips so delicate and moist, but not wet. As my tongue gently teased against her clit, my eyes studied hers in hopes of a reaction, any reaction. There was none.

I pulled back a little, gently eased a finger into her. Her pussy was tight and warm, but lacking any lubrication or response. My fingers retreated, pushed into my mouth to be coated with saliva, before slipping gently back inside her. They searched for that illusive G-spot as my tongue flicked her unresponsive clit. Still no sign of arousal.

"Will you try something for me?" I questioned as I stood, pushed my pants down and pressed my soggy panties deep into my pussy. Sharon just nodded as she studied the wet panties while I peeled them from my aroused body and handed them to her.

"Hold these to your nose while I touch you," I said as I dropped back to my knees and pressed my mouth to her pussy.

I could hear Sharon take a deep breath while I sucked her clit between my lips and pushed my fingers back inside her accepting body. I could feel her clit stiffen under my curious tongue as a sensual warmth coated my fingers. My free hand found an accepting nipple and pinched tightly causing a deep moan and a gentle contraction deep inside Sharon's pussy.

"Did you feel that?" Sharon asked with excitement. "I could feel something down there. God I miss that feeling, please don't stop."

I continued to stroke my fingers in and out of her wet pussy as my thumb pressed into her budding clit and my mouth clamped onto one of her nipples. I could feel Sharon's hand grip mine and press my fingers deeper into her body as her other hand found the free nipple. She was clearly feeling something below her waist but was it enough to take her over the top.

"Kiss me," Sharon begged as her fingers pressed deeply into the supple flesh of her breast. When my lips pressed to hers for the first time, I could feel her pussy gently tighten around my fingers. I found myself in a squatting position as I tried to maintain my balance when Sharon's fingers first located my steamy crotch and pushed deep inside me. I hadn't realized the true extent of my arousal until that moment and couldn't help but moan into her mouth.

Sharon broke off the kiss and pulled my breast to her lips. The magical combination of her mouth on my nipple, fingers thrusting into my pussy, and thumb on my clit quickly brought me to the summit. My body jerked uncontrollably as my thighs cramped, causing me to fall backwards onto the floor. When I looked up at Sharon, she was slamming the fingers of one hand into her juicy pussy while holding the glistening fingers of the other under her nose. Her head was pushed back, eyes closed, and she was trying hard to stifle a loud moan. She was clearly cumming.

...

Our beautiful moment was interrupted by a knock on the dressing room door.

"Is everything alright in there?" Tyler's worried voice asked through the door. "The lady out front said she heard a crashing sound and asked me to come and check on you."

"Everything is okay," Sharon said with a huge smile on her face. "More than okay. We will be out in a minute."

We didn't bother to try anything on. We just hurriedly dressed and prepared to leave. Of course, Sharon made it very clear that I wouldn't be getting my panties back anytime soon and stuffed them into her purse saying something about using them again later.

I followed the two of them to their car. After Sharon was safely in the passenger seat, she rolled the window down and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. The kiss caught both Tyler and I by surprise.

"Come here babe," Sharon said as she summoned Tyler to the window. "Close your eyes and smell this new perfume I picked up."

After Tyler's eyes were shut tightly, Sharon pulled my damp panties from her purse and held them close to his nose. Tyler inhaled, cautiously at first, then more deeply

"Musky and earthy," he replied with a grin. "You've worn that before, haven't you?"

"Perhaps something similar," Sharon responded as she stuffed the panties back into her purse. "Do you like it?"

Tyler took a step back and turned away from me, but not enough that I couldn't see him make an adjustment to the front of his pants. It was clear to both Sharon and I that the scent on my panties caused something to stir inside Tyler's pants. He retreated to the driver's side of the car as an embarrassing flush spread across his face.

"We need more of that," Sharon whispered as she handed me a business card. "Tyler and I want to have a baby. Would you please help? I will explain everything to him on the way home. Your scent is so magical, would you please consider joining us in our bed."

"I will call you later," I promised. "I need to talk to my husband first."

I just stood in the parking lot as they drove off, wondering how I would explain this to George and Marcy.

Stay tuned...