All Chapters of Stepfamily Stories: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

The paper gown crackled when I shifted on the table.Dr. Reid had already done the basics—blood pressure, the cold press of the stethoscope, questions about my cycle that I answered while staring at the ceiling tiles. My husband, Mark, was in the waiting room. He’d driven me because the last two appointments had run long and he didn’t like me taking the bus home after. Now it was just the two of us in the exam room. The door was closed. The nurse had left ten minutes ago.“Scoot down for me,” Dr. Reid said. His voice was calm, professional. “Heels in the stirrups.”I did. The gown rode up. Cool air hit my thighs. He pulled on fresh gloves, the snap loud in the quiet room, and settled on the stool between my legs. The speculum was cold when he eased it in. I breathed through the pressure the way I always did. He worked in silence for a moment, adjusting the light, looking. Then his gloved fingers replaced the metal. Two of them. They pressed deeper than the exam usually went, curling s

Mark stood against the wall with his arms crossed, watching the monitor the way Dr. Reid had asked him to.The lights in the exam room were already dimmed. The screen mounted high on the opposite wall showed a grainy, clinical image that meant nothing to me. Dr. Reid had invited him in with the same calm tone he used for everything else.“Just want you to see the positioning,” he’d said. “Makes the follow-up clearer for both of you.”Mark had nodded, still half-focused on his phone, then set it face-down on the counter when the lights dropped. He looked attentive. Concerned. Exactly like a husband who thought he was being included in something routine.I was already in the stirrups. The paper gown was open down the front. Dr. Reid had told me to leave it that way “for access.” Now he stepped between my legs, body angled so his back and shoulder blocked most of Mark’s view of anything below my waist. His gloved fingers pushed into me under the guise of adjusting the internal probe. Two

The next night I didn’t bring whiskey.I waited until 7:51, long enough that the last of the cleaning crew had gone and the floor was dark except for the strip of light under Damien’s door. My cock had been half-hard since lunch, every time I pictured the way his voice had dropped when he told me to get out. I knocked once and walked in.He was standing at the window, jacket off, sleeves rolled, one hand braced on the glass. The city lights cut across the line of his shoulders. He didn’t turn around when the door opened.“I told you to get out yesterday,” he said. His voice was already rough.“You did.” I closed the door behind me. The lock clicked when I turned it. The sound was loud in the quiet office. “And you’re still here.”Damien’s shoulders tightened. He stayed facing the glass. “Unlock it.”“No.” I crossed the room slowly. My shoes were quiet on the carpet. When I stopped, I was close enough that the heat of his back reached my chest. Close enough that if he turned, his body

I found him already standing when I walked in.Damien had the blinds half-drawn and his sleeves rolled past the elbows. The desk was clear except for his phone face-down and a half-empty glass of water. He looked at the lock when I turned it, then at me. No protest this time. Just a tight breath and the slow flex of his hands at his sides.“Come here,” I said.He did. Stopped an arm’s length away. I closed the distance, set both palms on his chest, and walked him backward until the edge of the desk hit the backs of his thighs. The wood was cool through his slacks. I felt the jump of his pulse under my hands.“Turn around.”Damien’s throat worked. He held my eyes for a second longer than he needed to, then turned. I pressed in behind him immediately, chest to his back, and reached around to open his belt. The zipper came down. I pushed slacks and briefs to mid-thigh in one motion and left them there, trapping his legs. His cock hung heavy and already thickening against the front of the

I woke to Damien’s hand already on my cock.He was pressed against my back, chest warm, breath steady at the nape of my neck. Morning light cut across the sheets. His fingers wrapped around me in a slow, lazy stroke, thumb dragging through the slick that had gathered at the tip while I slept. I pushed back into him without opening my eyes. He was hard against my ass, the length of him nestled between my cheeks, rocking in small, unhurried shifts.“Been awake for twenty minutes,” he said, voice rough with sleep. “Tried not to wake you. Failed.”I turned in his arms. He let me, rolling onto his back and taking me with him until I was straddling his hips. His cock slid against mine, both of us thick and leaking. Damien’s hands settled on my waist, thumbs stroking the skin just above my hip bones. He looked up at me like he’d already decided something and was only waiting to see if I’d argue.“I want you inside me again,” he said. “And I want you to stay there when you come.”I reached fo