A Suddenly Single Doc

All characters in this story are age eighteen or older.

A Suddenly Single Doc

Chapter 01

Although he had considerable experience with sex, he was pretty inexperienced. Steve had been married for almost ten years when his wife decided to look for greener pastures and left. He was in the Air Force, and they were stationed in northern Japan. His on-base house was only a few blocks from the base hospital, where he worked, and more often than not, Steve came home for lunch. The last time he did his wife informed him she was leaving that afternoon. Since they were so remote in northern Japan, he assumed she was going grocery shopping or somewhere local, but he never imagined she was leaving the country. Innocently, he didn’t pursue her comment. He returned to work, then went to his evening classes, as he did every Monday through Thursday. Steve was taking college classes in the evenings, but now for the fun of learning, rather than career or degree oriented. Steve had finished his residency and Japan was his first assignment as a doc, Captain Steve Arnolds, MD. When he got home from class that day, a little after ten pm, he quickly discovered what ‘I’m leaving this afternoon’ meant. She and her clothes were gone. There was a note on the kitchen table explaining, sort of. She had decided that Steve, being an Air Force Physician’s wife, and living in Japan were not what she wanted.

Steve wasn’t even hurt. He was pissed that she had picked that particular time to leave. His first thought was ‘Dammit, I’ve got finals next week.’ That pretty well covered how he felt about it. They had married right out of high school and were both virgins. They learned everything they knew from each other. Steve had never been with another woman. Thus, his ‘inexperienced’ experience. Finals did go well that next week and he had the summer off from school. Steve had told Art, a friend from work, that she had gone, and Art had invited him to come to a party with him on Friday night. Steve agreed. The party was being thrown by the base theater group and Art was involved with the group.

Art lived in the barracks not far from Steve’s house and walked over a little before it was time to leave for the party. Steve had no memory of ever going to a party as a single guy and felt a bit awkward at the idea. He wasn’t shy at all and since he worked in the hospital clinic, almost everyone on base knew who he was. He didn’t remember who they were, but they all knew him.

Steve walked in behind Art carrying a bottle of red wine. They hadn’t gotten more than a few feet in the door when she walked up to Steve.

She smiled and reached for the bottle, “Let me get you a glass.” She was absolutely beautiful. Almost the same height as he was, dark brown hair, flipped under at the shoulder. Her smile, obviously genuine, was heartwarming. Her deep brown and sparkling eyes drew you in. She wore a long sleeve pullover t-shirt and designer jeans that accentuated her luscious curves. She took the bottle from his hand and with her free hand took his arm and walked him to the kitchen. She opened the bottle and poured two glasses then handed him one. She sipped hers looking at him and smiling. She was hot. Steve felt way out of his league.

“What’s your name?” he stammered.

“Diana, with an A.”

“My name is…”

“I know who you are. You’ve seen me as a patient a few times.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember.”

He would have remembered her. Steve would have remained the consummate professional, but he would have remembered her. There were three types of patients that Doc Steve remembered. First, were the ones who were a pain in the ass. Second, were the ones that had some sort of interesting illness or injury. And third, were the ones that made him wish he wasn’t so fucking ethical.

“I don’t usually look like this. I’m usually wearing a green cap and ugly green fatigues,” she said.

“What did I see you for?”

“I injured my knee and you put me in a cast the first visit. Two weeks later I saw you to have it taken off. I thought I would die?”

“From a knee injury?”

“No, I was afraid you would see what my boyfriend, at the time, had written to you on the cast.”

“I don’t usually take the cast off myself. The techs do that.”

“I discovered that,” she replied, still smiling.

“What was the message?”

Diana laughed, “Thanks for fucking up my sex life, Doc.” She had no hint of embarrassment at all.

Steve chuckled. “How’s your knee now?”

“Great.” She squatted in front of him for a moment, looking up at him, then stood easily. Her demonstration relayed more than how well her knee functioned.

“I’m really surprised I don’t remember you. You are beautiful.”

“You’re a babe yourself.”

Steve blushed. “Were those the only two times I saw you?”

“No, there was one other time. The section I work in is a tiny room with a lot of people in it. When one person gets a cold, we all get a cold. Someone got the crabs.

There was still no sign of embarrassment. Regulations require that before treating that condition they confirm the presence of the mite. He would have had to look at her pubic hair. He couldn’t believe this gorgeous woman had her pants off in front of him and he hadn’t noticed.

“What kind of work do you do?” he asked.

“Army, I’m not allowed to tell you what my job is.”

They were stationed at a security base and many of the people assigned there had jobs they couldn’t discuss. Several people had walked past them, and each told her hello. She was always cordial and shared her beautiful smile with everyone. When Art walked by, she grinned at him, and they kissed each other on the cheek. When he walked behind her, he turned to Steve and gave him a double thumbs up. Steve grinned at him.

“Are you in the theater group?” Steve asked her.

“Yes, I love theater. That’s what I did before joining the Army. I’m from LA. Well, Huntington Beach, but we have a lot of theater there. Where are you from?”

“Indianapolis. We have corn and race cars. That’s about it.”

“Well, I for one, am glad you’re here. I heard your wife split.”

“Last week,” he replied, surprised that she would know that.

“Word travels fast on base,” she said.

He chuckled, “Apparently.”

He looked at her left hand as she took a sip from her glass. There was no ring. Steve was still wearing his.

“Why did she leave?”

“Tired of me I guess.”

“That’s it? You didn’t beat her? Weren’t a lousy lay?”

He laughed out loud. “I’ve never hit her, and she never complained in bed. Her note wasn’t specific about her reasons.”

“So, what now?”

“What do you mean?” He was confused by her question.

“Are you going to try and get her back?”

“No, I think that relationship has run its course. Time to move forward.” He really hadn’t given it much thought. His answer was off the top of his head, but totally accurate.

“How about you? Are you married?”

“Oh, hell no! I’m single and staying that way.” Her smile grew even more. “Do you know anyone here besides Arty and me?”

He looked around. “There are a couple of faces that look familiar, but I don’t know a single person.”

She picked up her wine glass and took his arm. “Let me introduce you around.”

They walked through the crowded house, and she introduced him to everyone. They all seemed to know him, but he knew none of them. Even after introductions, he didn’t remember more than one or two names.

Diana was the belle of the ball. His wife had been a bit of an introvert and rarely even spoke in social situations. Diana was the opposite. She smiled, genuinely, at everyone. She knew them all and they all adored her. They finally settled onto a couch enjoying their conversation and laughed a lot.

“I have early shift tomorrow. I’ve gotta get up at four. Time for this girl to go home.” She made no effort to stand.

“Diana, I’ve really enjoyed visiting with you. I’d like to see you again.”

“I’d like that.”

“How about I fix you a steak dinner tomorrow?”

“You can cook?”

He laughed, “As a matter of fact, I can.”

“Other than Japanese restaurants and the chow hall, I haven’t had real food in over a year. You’re on.”

“Good. Baked potatoes and salad, okay?”

“That sounds wonderful.”

‘She’s so real, so genuine, so alive, and so hot!’ he thought. “Let me find something to write down my address.” He started to get up.

“I know where you live.” Steve apparently looked surprised at her comment. “I’ve seen you go in your front door on my way to work when I have afternoon shift. Last house in the row, right?”

“Right. What time is good for you?”

“How about six?”

“Perfect. I’m looking forward to it.”

“So am I. Walk me to my car?” she asked, as she stood.

He smiled, stood then walked her outside. She held his arm as they walked. Diana was parked about half block from the house and finally stopped at her car. He opened the driver’s door for her. She looked at him as if she were puzzled by something.

“What?” he asked.

“You don’t get out much, do you?”

Steve blushed. “I guess not. This is the first time in many years. I’m not sure what’s appropriate.”

Diana chuckled. “Let me help. Put your arms around me and pull me to you. I’ll put my arms around your neck, then you kiss me.”

Steve felt like a complete idiot but did exactly what she said. The kiss lasted a long time and was then followed by more. He was in heaven, having forgotten how exciting kissing could be. He had never been kissed this well. His erection showed up almost immediately. She pushed herself harder into him. In a moment, with her pelvis pushed into his, she pulled her upper body back a little.

“It feels like it’s been overdue.” She had a knowing smile.

“Yes, a long time.”

Diana chuckled, then got in her car. Steve closed her door and she rolled down the window.

“Six tomorrow, your house. I like Bleu Cheese dressing. That wine we had tonight was good too.” She blew him a kiss and drove away into the night. He stood there and watched until her car turned a corner and was out of sight. He didn’t go back inside until his erection backed off a bit and then checked himself to make sure he hadn’t spotted his jeans.

When Steve walked back inside, he felt all eyes on him. He wondered if he hadn’t overlooked something on his pants and went to the bathroom to check. His clothes were fine but there was a lot of lipstick on his mouth and his face was flushed. He washed his face before leaving. Steve returned to where we had been sitting and picked up their wine glasses. There was a small amount left in her glass and he nervously downed that. Steve looked at her lip prints on the glass once more before putting it in the sink. Art walked up beside him.

“Jesus, fucking Christ, that was Diana! You lucky son of a bitch.”

Steve smiled at him. “She’s gorgeous.”

“No shit, Sherlock. Every guy on the base would give at least one of his nuts just to talk to her.”

“She seemed friendly enough.”

“She is, but no one ever gets past that smile. Based on the lipstick you were wearing when you came back inside, you did.”

“No comment, sir.” he grinned.

“Why’d she leave?”

“Early shift tomorrow.”

“I hope you scheduled a follow-up appointment, doc.”

“Dinner, tomorrow evening.”

“You are one lucky mother-fucker.”

Steve smiled but didn’t comment. He was now accepted into the partygoers. Everyone was coming by to chat. There was one woman at the party that he had given a second look while Diana had been doing the introductions. Her name was Julie. She was a thin but shapely blonde with a cute smile. She walked up to him.

“Well, so much for who gets the Doc.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Diana snatched you up. The rest of us don’t stand a chance now.” She was smiling.

“I don’t understand.” He was pretty sure he did but wasn’t about to own up to it.

“The name is Julie, if you’re ever free, look me up.” She winked and walked away.

Diana was about all anyone talked to him about. It seemed that he had gotten the biggest prize since Charlie had found the golden ticket in Willy Wonka. She was, in fact, single and very picky about who she spent her time with. Everyone loved her and she was the life force in everything she touched. She was an Army E5 and worked in security. She listened to the Russians all day long over the radio. All top-secret stuff that she was listening to. She was what they called a ‘hotdog’. She excelled at everything. Diana was the star in nearly every production the theater group put on. She could act, sing, and dance and was very good at all those. No one had met her, but she had an identical twin sister that still lived in Huntington Beach. Many of the women on base would also give one of their nuts to be with her, if they had any. She had a lot of friends, but there were three that she spent the most time with. There was Roni, who was at the party. She was married but apparently in an open relationship. Sherry, was one of her co-workers, and they played sports together. And finally, there was Julie. The cute little blonde that had flirted with him.

When Steve and Art left the party, they went back to Steve’s house and drank a few beers. Art continued, on and on, about how lucky Steve was. He just couldn’t seem to talk about anything else. He finally went home at about midnight. Steve went to bed shortly after Art left. Diana was running through his mind. ‘God, she had been hot.’ Not being accustomed to late nights, Steve was out quickly.

*****

Steve woke up anxious. No, that’s not quite what I was. He was terrified. It had been ten years since he had been on a date with anyone except his wife and had no clue what to do. If he was going to get her in bed, which was certainly on his mind, how would he do that? Steve and his wife, in all their years together, could pretty well sense things. He wondered, maybe part of the reason she left was because of that complacency. They had both let the romance fade away. The realization made him feel bad about it. Not bad enough to pursue her, just a little bad. ‘Dinner, that was no problem. He could do that part easily. Then what?’ he wondered.

He checked the wine cabinet and discovered he had taken his last bottle to the party. Steve usually drank B&G Beaujolais. It was inexpensive, but he liked it, and Diana had commented that she had too.

‘Okay,’ he thought. ‘Arrival first. Small talk, wine, and fix dinner. Serve and eat dinner with more small talk. Screw the dishes. He could do those on Sunday. After dinner – there was the problem. Kissing would have to come first. But where?’ He looked around the living room. Two chairs and a three-person sofa. ‘Gotta keep her out of those chairs.’ He considered taking them out of the room entirely, but that would make the room look incomplete. No, they had to stay. He finally decided that putting something in the chairs might help. He tossed his book bag into one. That would work probably. It looked neat enough and not like he was a slob, at least. That solved chair number one. Chair number two took more thought. He finally decided to drape a clean white lab coat over it. That would look like he had simply set it out to take to work. Chair problem solved. The sofa had a throw pillow at each end. Not big enough to prohibit three people from sitting there, but if he put both pillows at one end… ‘That’s it.’ He moved both pillows to one end, which left the center and one end open.

‘Okay, I’ve got her to the couch. What next? Small talk. How do I get the kissing started? Start by touching her hair, stroking her neck or shoulder. Make sure my leg touches hers. Damn, I feel stupid! I could ask Art, but what the hell did he know? He lived in a barracks with bunk beds and a male roommate. How about the other men I know? All married or lived in the barracks. How could they possibly help? They couldn’t.’

He cleaned up, then drove to the liquor store and the base commissary with his list. Steve bought a half dozen bottles of wine. At the commissary he got a couple of nice ribeyes, salad fixings and potatoes for baking. He also picked up Bleu Cheese dressing. As an afterthought, he got everything needed to fix a nice breakfast, just in case. A trip through the commissary was always risky. Everyone knew him and expected him to remember who they were and their entire medical history. Today was no exception. The best thing about the trip was running into Claire.

Claire was the wife of the gynecologist. She was about thirty-five and drop dead gorgeous. She exuded elegance and grace. Claire was in the same league as Diana. Way out of his. They chatted for a few and he mentioned his date. She could sense he was anxious and suggested they chat over coffee next door. Steve told her about the meeting the evening before, and the scheduled dinner date for later that day. She asked several times why he was so nervous. He finally admitted to her about his ignorance.

“So, picture this evening. Where are you?” she asked.

“My house, dinner is finished. I’ve cleared off the table. Now I’m stuck.”

Claire chuckled, “She’ll probably help you clear the table. Do the dishes. Don’t let them sit overnight. She’ll think you’re a slob. If she wants to help with the dishes, let her, but don’t expect it or ask for it. If you do them alone, that’s a good thing in her eyes. If she helps, it’s bonding. Also, a good thing.”

“Okay, dishes done. What then?” he asked.

“Make sure you both have a glass of wine and just walk to the living room. She’ll walk with you. What’s your living room like?”

“Sofa, two chairs, end tables at each chair, coffee table, TV and stereo.”

“Are you playing music?”

“I hadn’t thought about it.”

“Soft music. Leave the TV off.”

“I had planned on that, Claire.”

“Please don’t tell me you put stuff in the chairs?”

Although he had, he wasn’t about to admit it. “Why not?”

“Oldest trick in the book. She’ll see right through you. Are the end tables being used?”

“Not unless you sit something on them.”

“Where’s your lighting?”

“Overhead and two floor lamps. One by a chair the other next to the couch.”

“Keep the overhead off. Get rid of the end table by the lamp. Do you have candles?”

“A few.”

“Put one on the coffee table. Have it lit before dinner. How big is your couch?”

“Three people.”

“Pillows?”

“Two, one at each end.”

“Put both at one end. Let her decide where she wants to sit. If she sits in the center, she’s giving you an invitation to join her.”

“What if she sits at the end?”

“If she’s hugging the arm of the couch, join her but keep your distance. If she isn’t, join her but not right on top of her.”

“Okay, what then?”

“Talk, be yourself.”

“I can do that, but now I have no clue what to do next.”

“Watch her body language. Are her arms folded across her chest? Legs crossed?”

“Indicating she’s not interested?”

“Not necessarily. She may just be telling you to move slowly. She’ll let you know when she’s ready to be kissed. Watch her eyes. She may take a finger and fiddle with her hair. You’ll know, it’s instinctive.”

“I hope so.”

“If she puts her arm across the back of the couch or crosses her legs like men do, she’s offering herself to you. You could probably go right for the pussy, but I suggest some kissing and breast work first. Foreplay is really nice.” Steve laughed. “Have your bed made and clean sheets on the bed. Light on in the bedroom, but dim. Don’t drown yourself in aftershave. Just wear a little. Do I know this lucky lady?”

“I doubt it. Her name is Diana. She works on the hill.”

Claire’s eyes opened wide, “Brunette, hair curled under at the shoulder? Long legs? Gorgeous? Killer smile?”

“That’s her.”

“Jesus, Steve. I’d like to get her in the sack. She’s hot!” Claire looked like she meant it. She even licked her lips.

“Claire, you’re making me horny.”

She smiled, “You’re already horny.”

“Yes, but you’re making it worse.”

“Jack off about two hours before she arrives. It’ll help with staying power. If you don’t, you may cum the minute you touch her. That wouldn’t be a good thing”

“Claire, you’re surprising me.”

“Oh, I’m full of surprises. Make sure she cums before you do. Preferably twice. How many times can you go?”

“Two or three if I’m motivated.”

Claire looked at his crotch. “It’s pretty apparent you are. Picture Diana and I eating each other if you need more motivation. Hell, I’d like to see that. It’s making me wet just thinking about it. Do you know about the most wanted list?”

“You mean like the FBI thing at the post office?”

“Sort of, there are three on the base. One in the officer’s wives club, one in the NCO club, and one in the ladies’ room on the hill.”

“What is it?”

“All very hush hush. The women are making lists of who the most desirable men are on base. You’ve been number one ever since you arrived. Once one of the women gets you in bed, they rate you. You get stars like movie ratings. You have nothing behind your name yet. You’re an unknown. If you’re successful tonight, you’ll have a rating on Monday. You want that to be a good one. If you rate above three stars, the rest of your stay at the base will be a busy one.”

“You’re kidding me about the list, aren’t you?”

“Not a bit, Steve. Women are much more devious and organized than men are.”

“That really surprises me.”

“It’s true. Any other questions?”

“No. Thanks, Claire.” Clair smiled and stood. Steve stood facing her.

“One other thing. If you ever get around to trying to seduce me, just give me some wine and tell me what you want to do to me. I’ll be naked and in your arms in minutes.” Her expression showed him she meant it.

He reached down into the bag next to his chair, took out a bottle of wine, and handed it to her. She took the bottle and smiled. He leaned over and whispered to her, “Claire, I want to lick your pussy until you beg me to stop, then fuck you until you have trouble walking.”

“Not this time, sweetie. You’d be too tired to fuck Diana. Soon, very soon. I’m going to go home now and rub myself thinking about that. Let me know how she was.” Claire smiled, winked, and walked away.

Steve’s pants were bulging. Fortunately, he had the shopping bags to cover it. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He was hoping to get some advice but sitting in the coffee shop with Claire was the most amazing discussion with a beautiful woman he’d ever experienced. He knew that he would have to follow-up with Claire, and very soon.

Steve went home and put everything away, then rearranged the living room as she had recommended. Halfway through making the bed, he was tempted to relieve himself, but decided to take Claire’s advice and wait a while. After finishing the bed, he went through the house to check on everything. He even put the pictures of his wife into drawers and out of sight.

He took a short nap on the sofa, and at four, did what Claire had suggested. He came quickly. He cleaned up then organized the kitchen to make dinner. A little before six he brushed his teeth for probably the fifth time that day and waited.

Right at six the doorbell rang. Steve opened the door and there stood Diana. Even more beautiful than he remembered. Makeup and hair were perfect. She had that smile that melted him. Diana was wearing a white button up blouse, and tan slacks that were a bit more loose that her designer jeans had been. Her outfit still showed off every curve. She wasn’t carrying a purse. Over her shoulder she carried a small tan bag like an overnight bag.

“Hello, please come in,” he said smiling.

She stepped inside, handed him her bag, then put her arms around his neck and kissed him, like they had kissed the evening before. Something told him he had been anxious about knowing what to do for nothing. Still, in the back of his mind was Claire.

After breaking away from the greeting kiss, he set down her bag, then they went into the kitchen where he poured them both a glass of wine.

“Let me get started on our dinner.” Already preheated, he put the potatoes in the oven. Diana started laughing. “What’s so funny?”

“You really are fixing dinner?”

“Sure, that’s why I invited you over.”

“Oh really? That’s a new approach.”

He grinned at her, “You thought…”

“I thought it was a ploy to get me in your house. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“My invitation was legit. I plan to make you the dinner I invited you for.”

“Steak, baked potatoes and salad?”

“And a little wine.”

“Sounds wonderful. May I look around while you demonstrate your culinary talents?”

“Make yourself at home.”

Diana left the kitchen and walked through the downstairs, then picked up her bag and went upstairs. Steve finished putting the salad together and set the table. He went all out, even used placemats, cloth napkins and the good china. By the time she came back downstairs all that was left to do was wait on the potatoes and grill the steaks. They had about thirty minutes to kill. She walked past the table smiling and up to him holding out her empty wine glass.

“May I get a refill?” He got the bottle and refilled her glass. “Do you often keep candles burning in the bedroom?” she asked.

“Not usually.”

“Is that where you’re planning to serve dessert?”

Steve blushed at being discovered. “Not planning particularly, just hoping,” he said, smiling.

Diana smiled back. “What were you hoping to serve?” she asked, as she came closer and kissed him.

Diana rubbed her pelvis into his. He wouldn’t really say he got an immediate erection, but was convinced, to her it must have felt like a squirrel jumped into his shorts. She laughed out loud. “Oh, that’s my dessert.”

He laughed. “I was actually hoping you were serving dessert.”

“Your dessert is already ready. I checked on it upstairs, it’s warm and ready. How long until dessert?”

“Dinner will be ready in about forty-five minutes.”

“If you put your hands on my ass when you kiss me it’ll help keep your dessert warm.”

He slid his hands down from her back to her ass and pulled her closer, kneading the softness of her butt. Diana moaned and deepened the kiss. Her hands went to his ass. She reached into his hip pocket and removed his wallet, tossing it on the kitchen counter, then resumed grabbing.

“That was in my way,” she said.

“Anything else in the way?”

“Your pants, but let’s leave them on until you’re done cooking. I wouldn’t want you to get burned.”

“Good idea. You aren’t cooking.”

“You think I should take my pants off?”

“Diana, you can take off anything you want.”

“How about if we have dinner first, then you can take my pants off?” She took his hand and walked him to the living room. When they got to the couch, she picked up both pillows and tossed them into the chair. She pointed to the center of the couch, “Sit.”

‘This is going well,’ he thought, as he sat in the center of the couch. Diana straddled him and sat facing him. She resumed their kiss, holding his face in her hands. Steve moved his hands back to her ass. Diana pulled her shirt out of her slacks, reached behind her, and unfastened her bra, then magically took it off without unbuttoning her blouse. Being the genius he was, he took the hint and began unbuttoning her.

“Don’t burn my dinner,” she said smiling.

“I have a timer set to let me know when to put on the steaks. We’re good,” he smiled.

After finishing with the buttons, he opened her blouse. There, before him, were two of the most beautiful, perfect breasts he had ever had the pleasure of seeing. No tan lines, even though she had a nice tan. Nipples a little larger than quarters and rock hard. The breasts were tear drop in shape and would just slightly overflow a champagne glass. He leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth. Diana let out a low moan and began grinding herself on his lap. He cupped the other breast and used his free hand to pull her closer. After a few minutes he moved his mouth to the other breast and started gently pulling her blouse off her shoulder.

“Uh uh, after dinner.”

He left the blouse as it was and returned his full attention to her luscious breasts. Diana held his head to her with both hands. They sat there for some time before the oven alarm went off. Diana stood and began buttoning again. Steve walked to the kitchen and put the steaks in the broiler. He looked down and there was an obvious wet spot on his pants. Diana had joined him in the kitchen but was facing the dining room. He walked up behind her, reached around and cupped both breasts. She pushed her tight ass into him and laid her head back. He kissed her neck softly.

“Keep this up and we’re going skip dinner and go straight for the dessert.”

“Oh no, I promised you dinner.”

Diana stepped away and sat at the table.

“You seem to have gotten over some of your shyness, Doc.”

“That’s your fault. You’ve made me feel very comfortable.”

“I wasn’t too forward for you?”

“Not at all.”

“You were so funny yesterday at the party. I thought you were afraid of me.”

“I’ll admit I was a nervous wreck. I was a bit of a fish out of the water.”

“How long have you been married?”

“Ten years.”

“Did you ever cheat on her?”

“Never.”

“So, besides your wife, I’m your first conquest in ten years?”

“You’re the first.”

“I’m honored.”

“I’m still in shock.”

“Shock? Why?”

“Damn Diana, look at you. You could have just stepped off the cover of Cosmo. You’re way out of my league.”

“That’s BS if I ever heard it.”

“Diana, men drool when you walk past them. Women too.”

“Where did you get that idea?”

“I saw the men at the party last night. I ran into a female friend at the grocery today. She told me you make her drool.”

Diana laughed. “Anyone I know?”

“I don’t think so. Her name is Claire.”

“The gynecologists wife?”

“That’s the one.”

“Now that’s a hot woman! I’d do her in a heartbeat. Maybe you can introduce us sometime.”

“Claire said you make her wet just looking at you.”

“Maybe we could all three have dessert sometime.” Diana raised her brow at him.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

Diana laughed. “Don’t think you could handle both of us?”

“I’ve lived a pretty sheltered life. I don’t know if I can handle you.” He truly meant that.

“We’ll see. If you do well, we’ll invite Claire to join us next time. We’ll see.”

He was already excited with having Diana there, but the idea of having both of them in bed was beyond any fantasy he had ever dreamed of. ‘Do well tonight’, he told himself. He went to the broiler and turned the steaks.

“About five minutes ’til dinner.”

“Then dessert?”

“Then dessert.”

“I really hope dessert is as good as I anticipate. I’m looking forward to us visiting with Claire,” Diana replied.

He just grinned. He was too but wasn’t going to blow tonight by thinking too much on that idea. He put the salad on the table and took the potatoes out of the oven. In a few minutes, he removed the steaks and put them on the plates with the potatoes, then put them on the dining room table. Steve refilled both wine glasses and joined her.

The steaks came out perfectly. Diana put butter on her steak rather than steak sauce. He looked a bit puzzled. She cut off a bite and offered it to him on her fork. It was delicious.

“There’s a restaurant in town that serves Colby beef. Butter is what they put on it. What do you think?”

“Delicious. I’ve never had steak like that before.”

“I’ll take you sometime,” she told him.

Dinner was wonderful but his mind was on the dessert. Diana could tell. She kept looking up at him grinning. After they finished eating, he stood and started clearing the table and putting things away. Diana sat and watched. When he started running the dish water Diana stood.

“When you finish, I’ll be upstairs.” When she saw his smile, Diana winked then walked up the stairs. He had the dishes done and the kitchen cleaned up in record time. When Steve went upstairs, he stopped in the bathroom. Diana had removed her cosmetics, shampoo, etc., from her bag and had already taken over much of the bathroom. He brushed his teeth then went into the bedroom.

To his surprise, Diana was sitting on the bed and leaning back on the headboard. The bed covers were pulled to the bottom of the bed. Diana was nude and massaging herself between the legs. He stopped in the doorway in awe.

Diana looked at him, “I was keeping your dessert warm. Why don’t you undress and join me?”

She didn’t have to ask twice. He was undressed with his face between her outspread legs in no time. He began by nibbling and kissing the inside of her thighs and slowly working his way up. Her fingers were running through his hair, and she quivered in delight. He licked all around her labia without actually touching them. When he finally dragged his wet tongue the length of her labia, her hips rose to follow his movement. He looked up at her. Diana’s head was tilted back, and her eyes were closed. She was breathing through her open mouth. His tongue continued along her outer labia and then gradually worked its way inside for a single pass on each side. He lowered to draw his tongue from her anus right up between the lips and lightly brushed her exposed clit. Diana moaned loudly and raised her hips to greet him. He repeated this move twice more before tonguing her vaginal opening. She was soaked and her taste was sweet and salty. She put her hands behind his head and pushed his face into her. Steve’s hands were massaging her breasts and her rock-hard nipples. She moaned again when he gently pinched her nipples. Her entire body was moving in time with his movements. Steve was relieved, apparently, what he knew of eating pussy was adequate. She was responding beautifully. He continued to watch her, and she raised her head to watch him. She smiled that smile.

“You really look good in a beard,” she said.

He smiled and began circling her clit with his tongue. She moaned and laid her head back again. He moved his right hand to her pussy and inserted two fingers. Rotating his palm upward he began rubbing her g-spot with the tips of both fingers. Her movement and moans increased, and her breathing became deeper. Suddenly, she let out a loud moan and arched her back. Her body trembled and spasmed. Diana’s right leg began to tremble as she supported herself on only her feet and shoulders. Her legs clamped around his head. He was sure she was speaking, but with her legs tightly over his ears, he couldn’t understand what she said. It didn’t really matter, her body told him what he wanted to know. Steve eased off on her clit and slowed his finger movement inside. His tongue continued to work on her labia and inner thighs. It took her a minute or so before she relaxed and looked at him again. Her smile had grown, and her face was flushed. She lifted his head so she could see his wet face.

“Doc, your wife is a fucking idiot.”

“I did okay then?”

“Holy fuck! You eat pussy better than anyone I’ve ever met.”

“Thanks, I needed the reassurance. I wasn’t sure.”

“Take it from me. You’re an expert. Come up here and kiss me.”

He moved up over her body as she slid down under him. He rubbed the end of his cock between her labia paying special attention to her clit again. She jumped at the first touch but spread her legs wider as she drew her knees up toward her shoulders. He slid inside her easily. Their mouths met and she licked herself off his face before exploring his mouth with her tongue.

“Shit, how big is that thing?” she asked.

He grinned, “About the size of your thigh.”

Diana laughed, “I’m serious, it feels huge. Show me.” He raised up and pulled out. Her eyes widened. “Damn, I’m surprised it went in that easily. It’s huge.”

Steve was aware that he was a bit larger than average. He was nowhere near what he had seen in porn movies, but certainly a bit bigger than average. He slipped it back inside. She pushed herself against it to get it all the way in, then began to rock on it as he thrusted. Steve was ready to cum almost immediately. Diana sensed it.

“Do it. Cum in me. I want it. We can go again in a little while.”

He came just moments after she finished the sentence. She kept up the rocking to milk it. He finally collapsed on her. After a brief respite, he slid down her body again. Diana looked at him as if surprised. Steve put his face in her pussy and licked her clean, then moved back up and kissed her, sharing the cream pie with her.

“Wow, that was hot. You’re the first guy that’s ever done that.” Her eyes were still wide. “My turn, roll over.”

He rolled onto his back and doubled the pillow up behind his head. Diana rolled on top, kissing him. She slowly worked her way down from his face to his neck, chest, and abdomen. He was already getting hard again. While kissing and licking his abdomen, her hands moved to the side of his hips, and around to the inside of his thighs. His cock was fully hard and pushed flat to his abdomen by her upper chest. Her hands found his balls and she began gently rolling them in her palm and teasing near the base of the cock, without actually touching it. Steve began to squirm a bit. She moved lower and began working the same areas with her tongue but still never touched his erection. As she raised her head to move to another area, his cock popped up and slapped her in the cheek. She ignored it and kept on working. She scooted down a little then licked the underside from the base to the tip.

“You taste like pussy and cum. Two of my favorite flavors.”

Diana took her thumb and index finger and held it at the base, standing it up in front of her face. She licked the frenulum and around the corona then licked the pre-cum from the tip. She began stroking it with her hand and moved her mouth to the scrotum, slowly licking and swirling her tongue around his balls. She sucked one into her mouth, then the other. The sensation of having both balls in someone’s mouth at the same time was awesome. She removed her mouth then raised the scrotum and tongued the perineum. Moving back to the tip, she licked off the pre-cum again before putting the head in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it. She massaged his balls with her other hand as she slowly descended with her mouth, stopping periodically to lift off and start again. She finally began a steady motion moving his cock in and out of her mouth. She took her hands away to just use her mouth and went all the way to the base. She held it in her throat for several seconds before sliding back up and then repeating it, time after time. He could feel his orgasm building. She stopped and removed her mouth. Diana had been watching him the entire time.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t quit. Just letting you rest a minute before I start again.”

“Wow, I was close.”

“I could tell. Hold onto your hat. This is going to rock your world.” She put him back in her mouth and again all the way to the base. While holding it there, she began swallowing. The sensation of only her throat moving on his cock was out of this world. She raised up to the tip again and repeated it. Just before his first shot of cum, she raised a bit, to work her tongue on the head with her mouth open. Stream after stream shot into her mouth as she did her magic with her tongue. When he had finished squirting, she closed her mouth over the head and deep throated him again. This time when she came up, she opened her mouth to him to show her mouthful of cum. She rolled it around on her tongue, playing in it. She swallowed, then again, opened her mouth to show it was gone. Diana scooted up and kissed him deeply.

“Damn, you’re good at that,” Steve told her.