Doctors and pharmacists Ch. 05

Maryam stared at the blue speech bubble on her phone screen for what seemed like an eternity, her thumb hovering over her phone as though she could somehow un-send the message and take back everything that had happened today. The little 'delivered' notification at the bottom of the text sat there, almost mocking her, making a small part of her want to unsend it.

But it was too late. The text had already travelled across whatever distance separated her from Andrew.

Everything about the text shouted betrayal - the message itself, the fact she had sent it to a man who was not her husband and even the little kiss she had added onto the end. She continued to stare at the phone for a little longer, wondering whether Andrew would reply, waiting for a little grey box to appear to signify he was typing.

It didn't come.

Her thumb hovered, then dropped. She plugged her phone in beside the bed and changed into pyjamas. The black tights she had worn that day looked messy - small patches of dried saliva and the faint imprint of teeth marks where Andrew had gripped and tugged them down with his mouth. Her panties carried the unmistakable scent of her own arousal, thick and musky, and the smell sent a shameful jolt straight between her legs.

She shoved all the evidence straight into the washing machine and headed for the shower.

She padded barefoot to the bathroom, turning on the shower, water too hot and stepped under the stream of water, letting it scald her skin, letting it punish her for her sins. Steam filled up the bathroom, clouding up her reflection in the glass of the shower. She scrubbed hard between her legs, trying to cleanse herself from Andrew's tongue.

It didn't work.

She tipped her head back, letting the water run down her hair and onto her mid back. She couldn't help but remember his hands gripping her waist, the water gently splattering onto her ears reminding her of how his wet saliva on her ears as he nibbled on them. Every time she closed her eyes she felt his hands on her thighs again, the confident way he had spread her, the smug satisfaction in his voice when he made her beg.

Her thighs clenched involuntarily at the thought. "Fuck," she gasped out to herself. Her body was normally refractory to anything else for the rest of the day after an orgasm. Now, a growing heat inside her was becoming harder to ignore by the minute.

She reached for her soap, desperate for a distraction, lathering it between her hands with more force than she needed, washing between her legs, pretending to herself that she was only scrubbing her body all the while the stimulation was furthering her arousal.

Every brush of her fingers over her thighs and labia sent sparks up her spine, her hips jerking forwards and her knees seemingly collapsing from underneath her. Even now, hours later, her body seemed to remember him. The temptation was too much for her.

Her fingers slipped lower almost without permission. She was still swollen, still slick despite the water. Two fingers slid inside easily, and she bit her lip hard as she imagined Andrew's thicker ones replacing them. She spread her folds, feeling a mixture of water from the shower and her own juices.

She let out a silent gasp as her fingers entered her body for the first time, and as her arousal took over her mind and body, she thought back to Andrew. His smug grin, the way he'd made her grind against his face, how she was forced to say 'please'.

The water continued to pour over her as she slid her fingers deeper inside herself without meaning to - no longer remembering, now wanting, imagining Andrew inside her. The thought made her knees weaker. She leaned her forehead against the wall, moving her fingers slowly at first, then faster.

She almost missed the sound of the front door opening and a voice calling out for her.

"Surprise, babe!"

Rahim's cheerful voice echoed down the hallway. Keys clattered on the bowl near the landing. Footsteps approached.

Maryam yanked her hand away, heart slamming against her ribs.

Rahim poked his head in, then stepped fully inside, his grin melting into raw hunger the moment he saw her naked under the spray.

"Fuck... well, it looks like I got home in just the nick of time," he murmured, already pulling off his jumper.

"You didn't tell me you were coming today! I got scared!" Maryam exclaimed back, trying to push the last few minutes to the back of her head, her voice cracking slightly.

"Just wanted to surprise my sexy little thing of a wife." He kicked off the rest of his clothes, eyes never leaving her body. "Mind if I join?"

Maryam's heart sank slightly. She caught herself - she should have been happy to see her husband. To not be alone, but for a few minutes, she had been lost in the memory of Andrew's tongue between her legs and then, suddenly, her husband was here, real and warm and looking at her like she was the only woman on earth, bringing her firmly back down to earth.

She forced a smile, looking up and down at him. "Of course, but I'm actually just finishing off," she said, trying to maintain a balance of appearing playful and flirty but not outright rejecting his advances.

"Ah, okay then, I'll just shower when you're done," Rahim replied in resignation, looking slightly disappointed and grabbing his jumper. "Just going to put the phone on charge," he added.

As he headed into the corridor leading to the bedroom, Maryam heard a phone ping.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Then silence from Rahim. She felt the blood drain from her face. Was it her phone? Was it Andrew? Would Rahim look at it? She knew he trusted her and wouldn't go snooping, but it wasn't beyond imagination that he might glance at her phone and tell Maryam who was texting, as he often did when her friends messaged.

She turned the spray of the water down with a decisive twist, the sudden silence amplifying the frantic beat of her chest, and slid the shower door open just enough to to allow her voice to carry straight through to him.

"On second thought, I could maybe use a little warming up here," she half-shouted, trying to hide the slight sense of panic in her voice. She needed to redirect Rahim, to distract him from checking her phone - if it even was her phone - and the best way to do that was obvious.

She let out a little sigh of relief as she heard his footsteps on their way back to the bathroom. Rahim's face appeared past the edge of the door, a grin and eyes widened in surprise and instant arousal. "You sure?"

Rahim took his vest and trousers off, pulled down his boxers and stepped into the shower with her.

The cubicle suddenly felt much smaller.

He stood behind her, his chest pressing warmly against her back as he reached past her for the soap, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

"I've missed you," he murmured.

Maryam closed her eyes. She leaned back into him, letting his arms wrap around her waist.

"I missed you too."

It wasn't a lie. That almost made it worse.

Rahim kissed the side of her neck and began soaping her shoulders.

His hands moved slowly down her arms, then across her stomach. There was something almost reverent about the way he touched her. He had always been like this with her - gentle, attentive, as though even after marriage he was still faintly amazed that he was allowed to touch her at all.

Usually, she loved that about him.

Tonight, she noticed how predictable it felt. She knew where his hands would go before they moved. She knew when he would kiss her neck. She knew the little appreciative sound he would make when his palms reached her breasts. She knew everything.

Rahim's fingers travelled lower.

Maryam inhaled as his hand slipped between her legs.

She was still wet.

Very wet.

Rahim gave a quiet groan of satisfaction.

"Someone missed me."

Maryam forced a little smile. She didn't correct his assumption. His fingers moved gently over her, and her body responded automatically. A small shiver ran through her. Her hips shifted against his hand.

But the sensation immediately summoned another memory. Different fingers. A more demanding personality. Andrew's voice. She felt her thighs tightened.

Rahim mistook the movement for encouragement and kissed her neck again.

Then he stopped.

"What's this?" His thumb brushed faint red marks just below her collarbone - places Andrew's teeth had grazed.

"Rash, I think it was my top," she lied, surprised again at how naturally lies seemed to come to her. "It's nothing."

She didn't know whether she was just imagining the silence that came after the lie, or whether Rahim didn't believe her. Either way, she opted to distract him.

Maryam turned in his arms before he could ask anything else. She sank to her knees on the cool tiles, water streaming over her hair and shoulders. She looked up at him through wet lashes, one hand wrapping around the base of his cock.

"Oh fuck, someone clearly missed me..." Rahim breathed.

Maryam smiled up at him. She leaned forward, allowing her to examine his cock in greater detail - the bulbous, almost mushroom-like head with no foreskin, the small veins running along the skin of his cock.

This was familiar too.

She knew exactly how Rahim liked to be touched. She knew how firmly to wrap her hand around him, how quickly to move, when to slow down. Years together had taught her his body until pleasing him required almost no conscious thought.

Her hand was wet enough for it to slide up and down his shaft, tugging slightly on the skin of his cock as the water refused to act a perfect lubricant.

She took him into her mouth in one smooth motion. The familiar taste of him filled her senses, but her mind drifted elsewhere - to Andrew's smug grin, the way he had made her grind against his face, the commanding tone when he told her exactly what he wanted. She started sucking, bobbing her head, one hand stroking the base while the other cupped Rahim's balls the way he liked.

She closed her eyes. Every wet sound, every hum of vibration, every swirl of her tongue was edged with the memory of another man. She worked him with skill, hollowing her cheeks, taking him deep until her nose brushed the dark hair at the base. Rahim's hand tightened in her hair.

"Shit... just like that. Play with my balls - yeah, fuck..." He grunted.

Her body knew what to do even while her thoughts wandered. She hollowed her cheeks and moved her tongue. She adjusted the pressure of her hand on his shaft.

Rahim groaned again.

But with her eyes closed, another man intruded. Andrew's grin. His confidence. His voice telling her what he wanted instead of asking. The memory sent a pulse between her legs.

Maryam sucked harder. Rahim groaned appreciatively - he had no idea that the sudden enthusiasm had almost nothing to do with him.

The realisation made guilt twist unpleasantly in her stomach. She tried to concentrate on her husband. On Rahim's breathing. On the hand tangled gently in her hair. On the familiar movements of his hips.

She loved him.

She loved this man.

So why did she have to work so hard to keep another man out of her head?

"Maryam..." Rahim's thighs tightened.

"Maryam... I'm close already. Slow down - fuck, I'm gonna-"

She didn't slow down. Not because she was overwhelmed by desire. Because she wanted it finished. She doubled her efforts, sucking harder, twisting her wrist on every stroke.

Rahim groaned, hips jerking, and came with a guttural sound as Maryam took him out of her mouth. Thick pulses hit her chest. She kept stroking him through it until he softened, then kissed the tip gently before rising.

Rahim leaned against the shower glass, breathing hard. "That was... incredible. I love you so much."

Maryam smiled up at him - soft, sweet, the perfect wife. Her jaw ached. Her knees were sore. And between her own thighs she was still shamefully wet, her clit throbbing in a way that had nothing to do with the man standing in front of her, her husband.

"Love you too."

She stepped out first, wrapping a towel around herself quickly, heading out of sight behind the door and running to her phone. The three messages were from Yasmin about work. Nothing from Andrew. A strange mix of relief and disappointment twisted in her stomach.

She wondered whether she should type out another message to Andrew, before deciding to block the number and delete the message from her phone. It was too risky to keep it on there with Rahim here now.

By the time Rahim joined her in bed, she was in oversized pyjamas. He pulled her close under the duvet, arm draped possessively over her waist.

"So... how was your day, babe?" he murmured against her hair. "Any more drama with that man?"

Maryam hesitated. Her mind was concocting lies easier than she expected but lying in person felt riskier than FaceTime - more intimate, more dangerous, more exposed.

"Actually... something happened." She felt her heart racing slightly.

Rahim's hand paused on her hip. "Tell me."

She decided to feed him something a little more daring, something to test his reaction. "I think he... he grabbed my arse."

There was a beat of silence. Then Rahim's breathing deepened and a slow, hungry smile spread across his face. "Wait, seriously? What do you mean? Like, properly grabbed it or just brushed past you?"

Maryam nodded, keeping her voice quiet, looking for elements of truth she could sprinkle into her story to make the lying easier. "Yeah. We were alone in the ward kitchen for a few seconds. I was reaching up for some coffee and he just came up behind me and.. grabbed me whilst getting the coffee for me."

Rahim's breathing deepened. His cock twitched against her thigh. "What? Fuck... that's so hot. Did you push him away?"

"I froze," she whispered. "Then I told him he shouldn't have done that. But he just smirked and said, 'You didn't push me away.'"

Rahim's hand slid down to cup her arse, squeezing. "The nerve of the guy..." He looked a little taken aback, almost angry, as though the reality of it had finally sunk in.

"Did it turn you on?" he asked, clearing his throat.

Maryam swallowed. "A little." She looked up at his face, trying to gauge his reaction.

Rahim's face betrayed the conflict he was feeling between arousal and jealousy.

"And then? What else did he say? Did you flirt?" He asked.

"Then he went off back to the ward, I think, I just smiled back," Maryam said, feeling her throat drying.

"And nothing else happened?" Rahim pressed. For the first time, she felt a hesitation in him - a fraction of a second where his body went still, where the fantasy seemed to press a little too close to something real.

"We're in a hospital. Nothing else can happen," Maryam tried to laugh off.

Rahim's cock twitched in his boxers, seemingly a mixture of relief that nothing further had happened, which in turned seemed to free his arousal. His hand kneaded her ass more firmly. "God, that's so hot. How did he grab your ass? Like this?"

Maryam swallowed, feeling fresh heat between her legs despite herself.

"He just... sort of put his hand on it. It covered most of my cheek. He gave it a.. squeeze, nothing too obvious..."

His fingers slipped under the waistband of her pyjama bottoms, brushing her damp folds. She was wet again. He groaned softly.

"You should have let him touch you more, let him go further." Rahim closed his eyes, lost in the fantasy of it.

Maryam's breath caught. She gently caught his wrist and moved his hand away.

"Not tonight, babe," she whispered. "I'm exhausted. Tomorrow?"

Rahim paused.

"You sure?" he asked. His voice was still thick with arousal, but quieter. "You seem... really into this."

"I'm just tired and I don't want to shower again. Tomorrow, okay?"

He sighed and rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. "Alright. You're killing me though."

A small, forced chuckle. "Just... promise you'll be careful." He looked up at the ceiling, deep in thought.

Maryam nodded in the dark. "I promise."

Rahim's arm stayed around her, but his breathing took longer to even out. She lay awake long after he fell asleep, staring at the ceiling, thighs pressed together against the ache that had nothing to do with the man beside her.

His words rang in her ear: "You should have let him touch you more... Let things go further..."

Despite hearing specks of hesitation, it seemed like permission to go further, to see what boundaries Andrew would push next. She stared at the ceiling, thighs pressed together against the growing ache between them as she fell asleep.

Maryam and Rahim spent the rest of Saturday and most of Sunday together. Rahim was affectionate, pulling her close on the sofa during a film, cooking dinner with her in the kitchen, making love to her that night with the same gentle reverence he always did. But Maryam felt the difference. When he brought up Andrew again on Saturday afternoon, his voice had a new carefulness to it.

"So... about this guy. If he tries to, you know, go further... what do you think you'll do?" he asked casually while they folded laundry.

"I thought you said I should have let it go further?," she replied, keeping her tone casual, her heart beating a little faster at his hesitation.

Rahim nodded, but his hands paused on a shirt for a second longer than necessary.

"Yes. Of course. But.. I just want you to stay safe, not get into anything too deep."

Maryam smiled and kissed his cheek. "I know, I'll be careful, we talked about the rules."

By Sunday evening, Maryam had sensed a pattern. His arousal seemed to dictate his feelings on Maryam taking things further with Andrew. Rahim packed his bag for the drive back to his hospital accommodation, lingering at the door as he said goodbye.

"Be good," he said, cupping her face. His thumb brushed her cheek. "And if anything happens with him... tell me everything. Okay?"

Maryam nodded and kissed him back. "Of course."

She watched his car disappear down the road, then went inside and sat on the sofa for a long time, replaying the weekend. Rahim's feelings about Andrew seemed to change by the hour. She recalled the flicker of relief in his eyes after she had reassured him nothing more had happened following their encounter in the kitchen. But it was followed by something else. Disappointment? Or the first sign of unease?

Monday and Tuesday at work passed in a strange, empty haze. Andrew was still away at the conference. Maryam told herself she was relieved. She threw herself into her drug charts and ward jobs, avoiding the nurses' station where they had first started flirting. Yasmin teased her about looking distracted during their lunch breaks, but Maryam brushed it off.

Yet every quiet moment, her mind wandered back to the car. To Andrew's tongue inside her. To the way he had looked at her when she came. By Tuesday evening she was restless, thighs clenching at random memories, her body aching for something Rahim's gentle touch no longer fully satisfied.

Wednesday morning, Maryam stood in front of her mirror longer than usual. She chose a fitted navy pencil skirt that hugged her hips and ended just above the knee, paired with sheer black tights that hugged her legs. On top she wore a soft white ribbed turtleneck jumper that clung to her curves and showed the delicate line of her collarbones. She added simple black flats and left her curly brunette hair loose, framing her face. She told herself the extra effort she had put into her outfit was just for herself. Certainly not for Andrew's return.

She grabbed a few drug charts as she got onto the ward and tried to hide in the cramped doctor's office, half-trying to avoid Andrew, half-hoping he would come in looking for her. She caught a glimpse of him as he joined the morning ward round but remained in the office.

By lunchtime, their paths had crossed. The junior doctors were squeezed in the office after the ward round, finishing up notes and jobs, so Maryam offered to vacate, sitting instead on the nurses desk. Andrew caught her, giving her a little smile and slid into the chair beside her without a word, close enough that their knees almost brushed under the desk. Maryam kept her eyes on her paperwork, trying to focus on the drug shortage list, but her pulse quickened and she felt her face blush.

For a few minutes everything was quiet. Then Andrew leaned in slightly, voice low.

"You blocked me," he said, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I tried texting you over the weekend. No reply."

Maryam's cheeks warmed. She kept her eyes down on the paperwork. "I had to, sorry."

"Husband snooping around?" He asked.

"Something like that," Maryam said quietly.

He paused, then continued casually, as if they were discussing patient notes.

"What did you and your husband get up to then?"

She kept on avoiding eye contact, keeping her voice neutral. "Nothing much. He came over on Friday. We spent most of the weekend together. It was... nice."

"Oh, so you don't live with each other?" He asked, sounding excited.

"No," Maryam said, giving Andrew a look as though to warn his imagination off whatever idea it was brewing.

Andrew's hand dropped casually beneath the desk, resting on her knee. His palm felt warm through her tights. "I'm just saying, it sounds like an ideal domestic set-up."

Maryam's eyes widened, as she glanced down to make sure his hand wasn't too obvious to those around them. "What are you doing?" she hissed.

His fingers traced slow, lazy circles on the inside of her knee, then crept higher along her thigh. "Did you think about me at all while he was here?"

She laughed despite herself. "Your ego is unbelievable. Stop it." She tried to wriggle her leg feebly away from him without drawing too much attention.

"That's not a no."

He leaned slightly closer, pretending to point at something on her page.

"I missed your taste," he murmured under his breath, voice low enough that only she could hear. "You look incredible in that skirt. Makes me want to slide my hand higher... see how wet you already are for me."

Maryam's breath hitched. Heat flooded her face and between her legs. She pressed her thighs together instinctively, trapping his hand for a second before realising what she'd done.

"Stop it. Not here," she whispered sharply, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. Her voice was barely audible, a mix of panic and unwanted arousal.

Andrew's fingers paused, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he gave her thigh a gentle, possessive squeeze.

"If location is the only issue," he said softly, pointing again at the drug chart to pretend their conversation was about work, "then maybe we should go somewhere more private. The on-call surgery room is always empty during the day."

"You're actually unbelievable," she replied, almost in disbelief.

"OK. How about this? You spread your legs open just a little - and if you're not already dripping wet, I'll leave you alone and pretend this conversation didn't happen."

Maryam shot him an indignant look.

"The on-call room in the North Block. Third floor. It's really quiet, just slip in after me. I'll be waiting for you," he said, preparing to stand up.

"I cant!" She hurriedly whispered to him.

"Who said you can't?" Andrew asked, feigning a confused look before grinning.

She sat for ten minutes and debated whether or not to meet him. She could sense Rahim's growing hesitation and a big part of her felt she should end things here.

She hurried down the corridor towards the on-call room, moving quickly enough to look purposeful but not so quickly that anyone might wonder why.

Halfway there, she took out her phone. Andrew's number was still blocked. Her thumb hovered over the screen.

This is ridiculous.

She was going there to talk to him. That was all. She would tell him that Friday had been a mistake, that whatever had started between them had gone too far already. She had a husband. A marriage. A life that had been perfectly good before Andrew had decided to complicate it.

She unblocked his number. "On my way." She typed. The message showed as delivered almost immediately.

Her stomach tightened.

She put the phone away and kept walking.

Her damp panties pressed uncomfortably against her crotch with every step, undermining every sensible argument she had rehearsed in her head. By the time she reached the North Block, her heart was hammering.

Third floor.

She found the corridor and slipped through the door of the on-call room, relief briefly overcoming everything else when she saw Andrew sitting in a chair inside.

At least she had found the right room.

It was hardly seductive.

The room was small and dimly lit, the narrow bed pushed against one wall. There was a cupboard full of used, stained scrubs and the carpet looked as though it hadn't been cleaned in years. The faint smell of disinfectant hung in the stale air.

Andrew looked up at her. Neither of them spoke at first, as the door clicked shut behind her. Maryam kept one hand on the handle.

"I only came because we need to talk."

Andrew stood.

"Of course."

"I'm serious."

"I know."

"Andrew--"

He kissed her.

Slowly at first.

Maryam froze for perhaps half a second before kissing him back.

That was all the permission her body seemed to need.

His mouth became hungrier against hers, and her hand slipped from the door handle to his chest. Andrew pressed closer, trapping her gently between his body and the door. His hands found her waist before sliding beneath her jumper.

The warmth of his palms against her skin made her inhale sharply.

His hands travelled upwards, cupping her breasts through her bra, his thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples.

Maryam moaned softly into his mouth.

Then reality broke through.

She pulled back just enough to breathe.

"Andrew... I can't."

He cupped her face gently, thumb brushing her lower lip

"Remember what I said downstairs?"

Maryam swallowed.

"If you're not wet, I'll walk out of here and pretend we never had this conversation."

Her breath trembled. She should have told him no.

Instead, she stayed where she was.

Andrew kissed her again.

His hands dropped to her hips, gripping them firmly before sliding beneath her skirt and squeezing her arse through the tights.

Maryam gasped against his lips.

One hand moved around to the front. Beneath her tights. Beneath her panties.

His fingers found the evidence almost immediately.

Maryam shut her eyes.

Andrew smiled.

"Well," he murmured, "that settles it, then."

The smugness in his voice should have irritated her. Instead, another pulse of arousal ran down her spine.

Her body had betrayed every sensible thought in her head. Her thighs were slick, her nipples taut beneath her bra, and there was a deep, aching need between her legs that had been building from the moment he sat beside her downstairs.

She said nothing. There was nothing convincing left to say.

They stumbled towards the narrow bed. Andrew pulled her against him, his mouth finding hers again.

"I've been hard for days thinking about you," he murmured against her ear. "Every night at the conference, remembering how you tasted. How you sounded when you came on my fingers."

Maryam shivered.

She could feel his erection pressing against her through his scrubs.

He guided her hands down his body until they reached his waistband. Then she stopped, providing some resistance to his hands.

Her fingers trembled against the knot of his scrubs. "I... Andrew. I'm married, I have a husband. We shouldn't," she said quietly, voice barely above a whisper. Saying it aloud made everything suddenly more real.

Andrew's eyes softened from outright lust to something almost tender. "I was married too. Here I am. It's not a crime to enjoy yourself."

Maryam stared at him. Then she pulled the knot loose, as his scrubs dropped around his ankles. His boxers remained as one last barrier.

She hooked her fingers into the waistband and pulled them down. His cock sprang free and she bent over slightly, allowing him to fully take them off.

Maryam deliberately kept her eyes on Andrew's face as she bent down and stood up again. She didn't want to look down. Looking would make it real.

"Fuck, Maryam..."

His hands settled gently on her arms. She knew what he wanted. She spent a few, final moments wondering if it was too late to back out, before taking a deep breath and slowly sinking to her knees.

She continued looking up at him whilst she slowly reached the carpet. The carpet scratched her knees slightly through her tights. Her heart was beating so loudly she could hear it in her ears.

Maryam noticed the strange little things about the environment she was in - the smell of disinfectant trying to cover up mould, stained surgical clogs left on the floor and she felt her hands shaking.

Then, finally, she looked.

Her immediate reaction was one of surprise. It looked very different to Rahim's. He was erect, but the head of the penis was barely visible, covered by his foreskin. She surmised that Andrew must have been uncircumcised and a small sense of panic came across her - how did foreskins even work?

She continued staring for a few more seconds, noticing a few prominent veins near the end of the foreskin before taking in everything else. He was bigger. Thicker. The comparison to her husband entered her mind before she could stop it, immediately followed by a stab of guilt.

"Stunned silence, is it?" Andrew asked, chuckling at her reaction. "I don't suppose you've ever seen someone who's not been circumcised before?"

She shook her head in reply.

"Well, luckily, it's not brain surgery. Give me your hand," he said, holding his out for hers.

She gingerly gave him her hand, still shaking and he grabbed her palm, placing it over his cock for the first time. It felt firm in her hands, with a slight springy, swollen texture to it. She could feel a slight pulsation as her hands tightened its grip around it.

Andrew took her hand and moved her fingers up to his foreskin, gently guiding her as she retracted it fully, pulling it down towards the top fraction of his shaft. The head of his cock looked slightly more pink, more flushed and she noticed a bead of precum already gathering near the meatus.

She wrapped her hand around his shaft as Andrew took his hands away. "I bet that's not the only difference," he winked at her.

Maryam was almost too taken aback to even feign annoyance and give him a semi-playful annoyed look and rolled her eyes at him. She stroked him once, slowly, with her hands, rolling his foreskin completely back up and down again.

Andrew inhaled sharply and she felt his cock twitch in her hand. He reached his hand out and touched her chin, tilting her face upwards with his index finger. His thumb brushed against her lips.

Maryam looked into his eyes as she kissed the tip of his thumb. He continued to push his thumb past her lips until she opened her mouth and sucked it gently.

Something about Andrew's expression changed. He seemed to have resolved something in his mind, and he bit his lip slightly. His hand moved from her chin and into her curls, near the back of her head, as he gently guided her face back towards his crotch.

Maryam resisted his push slightly, hesitating with her lips inches away. She noticed how his foreskin arched into the frenulum near the underside of his cock and looked back up at him, almost daring him to continue pushing her head. As though his push would absolve her of any responsibility.

A slight push of encouragement came again from Andrew. "You can do this," he said gently.

She pouted her lips and kissed the tip of his cock, one, twice, thrice, slightly adjusting the position of her head and lips and kissing on a slightly different area of the tip each time. She felt him gasp slightly as she did.

She then lifted his cock up, pointing the head towards the ceiling and licked a slow, tentative stripe from the base to head, feeling his cock twitch against her tongue. The skin felt impossibly soft over the hardness underneath it.

Andrew let out a shaky breath.

That first taste was different, he tasted slightly saltier and muskier than Rahim. Difference. Comparison. The same ideas kept on popping into her head against her will as she tried to block them out of her head.

She opened her mouth a little more and let her tongue out slightly, allowing it to circle the head with her tongue, gathering the precum as she did. His precum had a slight salty taste to it as she licked her lips.

His fingers went further into her curls and gripped slightly. Not causing her pain. Just steadying her in place.

"Jesus..." he breathed. "Your mouth feels even better than I imagined."

The praise sent an embarrassing rush to her head and she blushed slightly, smiling up at him. She took him into her mouth for the first time, guiding it into her mouth with her hands, slowly at first and then deeper. It didn't take long for her to come across a stumbling block.

He was thicker than Rahim - noticeably so - and she managed a little more than halfway before she felt the back of her throat tighten against her will. She gagged and pulled back with a wet gasp.

Her eyes watered immediately and she swallowed and took in a few more breaths.

Andrew groaned.

"You don't have to take it all at once," he said, his voice rough.

Maryam wiped her mouth and lips with the back of her hand. She took him into her mouth again, finding her throat tighten again at a similar length, accidentally letting her teeth sink slightly onto the skin of his cock as she tried to adjust its position in her mouth, feeling and hearing Andrew wince slightly.

"Sorry," she gasped out as she took another few breaths and wiped her mouth clean.

The next time, she tried to relax her jaw and curled her lips around her teeth, working with shallower movements, with tongue pressed against the underside while her hand stroked the part she couldn't comfortably take.

Andrew's head tipped backwards in pleasure. "Just like that... fuck."

She slowly began finding a rhythm, bobbing her head back and forth onto his cock, her hand twisting and jerking his cock from the base up until her fingers met her lips.

Every subsequent attempt to take him deeper ended the same way: her throat tightened, her eyes watered and she had to pull back for air.

Andrew looked down at her. "Rahim's not as big as me, is he?"

Maryam stopped, her hand still over his wet cock. She looked up at him indignantly.

"I'm not answering that."

Andrew laughed.

She stroked him while catching her breath.

"You don't have to. I can see the answer for myself."

He cupped her cheek with a hand and she rolled her eyes. Maryam said nothing, which, she realised too late, was effectively an answer.

Andrew's smile widened.

"Does the size of it scare you or turn you on?"

Maryam looked at him.

"Both." She answered honestly. Her honesty seemed to both surprise and turn Andrew on even more.

"Shall we see if we can get a little more than just a tenth of my cock into that mouth of yours?" He teased, making her blush, causing a sharp pang of shame to come across her. What worried her was that the shame wasn't because of what she was doing; it was because of Andrew sounding disappointed in her.

She leaned forwards again, more determined than before. She took him once again into her mouth, until the head pressed against her throat. Her body rebelled instantly again. She gagged around him, tears gathering in her eyes.

But this time, she didn't pull away for breath.

Andrew groaned above her.

Maryam reverted back to earlier, but began moving faster, using her hand where her mouth couldn't reach, saliva now gathering around her lips and slipping down her wet chin.

Another hand moved lower, cupping his balls. She felt them tighten beneath her fingers and felt his legs tense up as she did.

The on-call room filled with wet and gulping sounds, broken breathing and Andrew's increasingly uncontrolled groans.

His fingers tightened slightly in her hair and he began moving his hips, thrusting into her mouth. Only gently at first.

Maryam gagged each time as he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth.

"That's it..." Andrew breathed. "Just like that."

Maryam pulled back after a while for some air. A thin string of saliva connected her lips to his cock before breaking. She breathed hard, her lips wet and swollen and again wiping them dry with the back of her hand.

Andrew stared down at her and smiled smugly.

"God, you look so fucking pretty with my cock stretching your little mouth."

Maryam's cheeks burned.

"Taking it so well," he continued, "even though it's bigger than your husband's."

The mention of Rahim should have stopped her. Instead, the shame of it sent another pulse of arousal between her legs and she found herself not responding with any opposition.

Andrew's voice dropped lower.

"I bet he thinks you're being a such a good wife at work."

Something in her that would ordinarily have defended Rahim continued to desert her.

Maryam looked up at Andrew.

"I am being a good wife," she whispered, emphasising the am.

Andrew stared at her for a second and his expression darkened with lust. He resisted the urge to mention Rahim again, sensing it was a touchy subject.

"Fuck, take me back into that sexy little mouth of yours."

She did as he ordered.

"You're going to make me cum if you keep sucking like that."

Maryam moaned around him.

"Such a dirty little whore."

The insult should have offended her. Instead, she sucked harder and it sent a shiver down her spine. Every slither of guilt seemed to have been overpowered by how turned on she now was.

Released from the emotional shackles, she concentrated only on pleasing him - focusing on the sounds he made, how his thighs tightened and tensed up when he was feeling the most ecstasy, the way his fingers curled into her hair.

"Get up here." His tone didn't leave any room for discussion.

Andrew pulled her to her feet and sat on the edge of the narrow bed.

"And get those tights off."

They were going to have sex. And Maryam didn't care. This time, she didn't hesitate. She fumbled with the waistband, dragging the tights down her thighs and over her legs. She looked at his face whilst she took them off, barely believing what she was about to do.

What he did next surprised her. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the bed next to him. "Get on all fours, face me," he said, his voice husky and deep.

She repositioned herself on the bed until she was on all fours beside him, facing him side-on, her head resting near his lap. It was only then she realised he wasn't really inviting her to full-on sex. She couldn't help but feel a slight sense of disappointment, mixed with some relief.

He guided her mouth back onto his cock. His other hand hiked up and disappeared beneath her skirt.

Maryam felt his fingers brush against her soaked panties. He yanked and pushed them aside.

"Don't stop." He ordered.

Two fingers slid easily inside her. She whimpered around his cock, the sensation making her lose focus on his cock.

Andrew groaned. "I said don't stop. I want to feel you come while my cock is in your mouth."

His fingers began moving faster.

This new position made taking his cock and size even harder, but the pleasure between she was experiencing between legs made it increasingly difficult to care.

She tried bobbing her head faster, gagging whenever she pushed too deep, saliva spilling around her lips and onto his crotch.

Andrew's fingers curled inside her. Maryam's entire body jolted. Her hips flinched in shock. Fuck.

He did it again. Her moan vibrated around his cock.

"Fuck..." she gasped out.

His finger found her clit.

Maryam's concentration shattered.

She tried to keep moving her mouth while his fingers worked inside her, curling repeatedly against the same sensitive place as he circled her clit.

Pleasure began building frighteningly quickly.

Andrew's free hand rested against the back of her head, gripping her hair so it wasn't in her way.

"Cum for me, Maryam."

She whimpered.

"Cum while you choke on my cock like a good wife."

That did it.

Her orgasm tore through her with almost no warning. Maryam's body shook violently. Her thighs trembled and weakened, legs collapsing onto Andrew as her walls clenched rhythmically around Andrew's fingers, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through her.

She moaned helplessly around his cock. For several seconds, she could barely continue moving, her mouth and lips stuck in the same position.

Andrew kept thrusting into her mouth, her broken moans vibrating around him. A few seconds later, his breathing changed. His thighs clenched up beneath Maryam.

"Fuck!"

Andrew came moments later.

His hand held her head steady as she made a feeble attempt to move her mouth and head away.

Maryam gagged as the first hot pulse of his cum filled her mouth.

Another followed.

She swallowed instinctively, not really having any other alternative, struggling to keep up, some cum spilling from the corner of her mouth before she pulled back and gasped for air.

Then Andrew collapsed backwards onto the bed.

Maryam remained where she was, breathing hard, her hair dishevelled, her mouth wet, her tights lying discarded somewhere on the floor. Andrew reached for her arm.

She allowed herself to be pulled down beside him, resting her head against his chest. She could feel his heartbeat was still racing.

His hand slid lazily over her arse.

"You're incredible," he murmured.

Maryam didn't answer, focusing on her own breathing. She stared at his crotch, his cock still stiff, small patches of cum around the tip and rolling down his shaft. At her tights on the floor.

She closed her eyes. She had promised Rahim she would be careful. She had walked into this room telling herself she was coming to end things.

Instead, she had knelt between another man's legs and compared him to her husband. And the most frightening part wasn't what she had done. It was that, beneath all the guilt twisting inside her, Maryam already knew she wanted to do it again. And more.