LOGINTIMOTHY But then, a flash of panic hit me, like cold water running down my spine as I suddenly remembered something. “Oh no… I nearly forgot. My mom… she’s outside waiting for me in the car.” She had insisted on dropping me off, for safety reasons best known to her. If I hadn’t stopped her at the door, no doubt she would have marched into this examination room with me. That’s how overprotective she was. And I was grateful she hadn’t followed. Because if she had, I never would have gotten the chance to feel this hot doctor’s mouth on my dick. Dr. Thorne showed no signs of panic after I told him that. Instead, he chuckled, a low dark sound that I felt in the base of my dick. “Your mother’s sitting in the parking lot while her little boy’s getting wrecked under his doctor’s touch,” he said, as though he was tasting the words like wine in his mouth. “Not that she can hear from all the way down there. But then, we’d best make the most of our time. We don’t want to keep her waiting to
TIMOTHY “First, I’ll need to perform a full physical assessment to rule out inflammation,” he explained. His tone was still professional, but the predatory glint in his gaze made me wonder if he saw me as more than a patient sitting before him. He reached out and slid the paper sheet away. Cool air hit me, and my dick came into view—hard, aching, tilting up against my stomach. Dr. Thorne didn’t look away. His brows lifted slightly in amusement as his eyes lingered on the long, heavy swell of me, which only grew another inch with him so close and watching. Then he looked at me. My body went still. Shame crept over me, cold and unwelcoming, but it didn’t stop my dick from rising to its full length under his stare. He looked back down at it without comment. He simply reached out with a gloved finger. I thought he would ignore what he saw, pretend like it wasn’t there and just carry on with the assessment like any doctor would. He didn’t. Instead, he lightly, almost teasingly, fl
TIMOTHYFor three weeks now, I’d been dealing with a persistent dull ache in my pelvic region. At twenty years old, I didn’t want to be worrying about prostate issues. But after a few sleepless nights and a lingering discomfort that wouldn’t go away no matter the painkillers I took, I finally booked an appointment with a specialist. Not because I was too worried, but because my mum wouldn’t stop pestering me after I told her what was going on.I wasn’t the “sickly” kind of guy. I was a sophomore swimmer at Northwestern, regular at the gym, and watched my diet like I was diabetic. But you know what they say, in this life you can never be too careful. The thought of a prostate exam had me feeling anxious and a little on the edge. After I arrived, the waiting room did nothing to calm my nerves. If anything, it made them worse. The place smelled like bleach and metal and old magazines. The wall clock wouldn’t stop ticking. And somewhere behind the closed doors, I could hear muffled voice
PAULMy wife’s wedding band caught the lamp light on his shaft. Mine had done that a hundred times, and seeing hers there made the moment feel strangely different. I couldn’t look away.“Like this,” I heard myself say, and my hand went over hers on Cole’s shaft, teaching her the twist at the top, the slow drag down, the way Dani had taught me on the cove. “That’s the spot he likes.”At almost eleven inches if I’m not mistaken, Cole’s cock was nearly twice my size. It was far bigger than what my wife was used to. I was simply being a good husband by showing her the way around it. After all, I’d always wanted her to know what it felt like to be with a man with a much bigger cock than mine.She got used to it fast, the mix of my leftover spit from sucking him off since we got here and his precum making the movements slick and sloppy. Cole’s head tipped back and a groan rolled out of him. “Christ,” he said. “Both of your hands. That’s not fair.”“Shut up and enjoy it,” Dani told him. Sh
PAUL“You have nothing to be sorry or afraid of, Paul,” she said in the calmest voice I’ve heard from her. “I already knew this was happening. I saw the video.”I blinked, confused.“What video?”“The one where you were sucking his cock in water.”Her words hit me like a wrecking ball and for a moment I forgot how to breathe. I could only stare at her, wondering how she could say something like that so casually while looking me straight in the eyes. Where could she have seen such a video from?“They were the couple at the resort,” she explained, referring to Dani and Cole. “Dani and I got talking two days ago by the pool. I told her about you, described your features and all. Somehow she found out who you are without me saying much. Then she showed me the video.”She paused and let out a soft, amused breath.“I don’t think I’ve seen anyone suck a cock like you did, Paul. And now, you’re taking it up your ass like a slut.” She couldn’t help the laughter that broke out of her. “I’ve l
PAULAt first, I felt a shadow come over me. It wasn’t Cole. He was still behind me, his legs caging me in as he relentlessly drove in and out of me. It wasn’t Dani either. She was right beside me, kissing and running her hands all over my skin.So who the hell was it?Usually, it was always just the three of us in the cove at this hour. No interruptions. No unexpected visitors. Just the sound of the ocean, warm breeze, and the secret we came here to indulge.But someone else was here.My stomach tightened.I glanced up, just enough to catch a glimpse of the person’s feet. The moment I spotted a familiar pair of slippers, my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.Those slippers. They were the very same pair my wife had bought specifically for this vacation.My blood ran cold.On Cole’s next stroke, I slowly lifted my head fully from the towel and dared to look up.And there she was.My wife.In flesh and blood.She was standing at the edge of the cove in her cover-up dress, sunglas

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