I was still devastated over losing my 91-year-old grandfather when I received a letter from a law firm informing me I’d inherited his lakeside summer home a few miles from the Canadian border. That reduced me to tears from memories of spending so many summer vacations when I was young.
The formalities of possession and title would take several months to complete, but the lawyers advised me to check on the property and arrange for someone to look after it to avoid vandalism. After I received a set of keys, on a Wednesday afternoon my husband drove me to the airport. I planned to stay in a motel near Grandpa’s that night and drive out to the lake the next morning.
I studied a map before I set out, but as I got near the lake that I remembered so well, my memories became clear. I was so excited when I arrived at the house that I wasted no time getting inside. Suddenly a man’s voice boomed out, “What the hell are you doing in this house, lady?” I turned and saw a man about my age standing just inside the door with a gun in his hand!
I said, “This is my house, and I’d appreciate it if you leave and take your gun with you.” He looked at me a moment, then said, “Are you Mimi?” I said I was and if he’d please wait outside, I would explain in just a minute. I locked the bathroom door and did my business quickly, thankful I hadn’t wet myself when I saw the gun.
I found my surprise guest waiting on the porch. He introduced himself as Luke, and the name rang a bell. I thought for a moment, then said, “You aren’t the boy next door I played with when we came here, are you?”
He said, “The same, only not exactly a boy anymore. It must be 30 years since I saw you, and you’re even prettier now!” He said he’d bought his parents’ house after his dad retired and they moved south, and added that after he learned my granddad had passed away he took it upon himself to look after our place. I looked around and saw that the place looked great, with the grass cut and bushes trimmed—and what looked to be freshly painted trim on the house.
When I asked Luke if he had painted the place, he said that my grandfather had hired him to do the trim the last time he was there, and had left him keys to the house. After that he’d just taken it on himself to keep the house swept, vacuumed and dusted so it appeared someone was living there.
I got a cooler of cold soda from my rental car and invited Luke in to have one and visit awhile. When I asked how he had time to do all those things, he said he’d sold his construction business the year before and was taking some time off to decide what he wanted to do next, so besides wanting to do it, it had kept him from becoming bored.
Luke stayed for about an hour. The first thing I did after he left was wash some sheets and towels. Then I started looking through things, finding a lot of treasures. By the time I got the bed remade and made a little grocery list, it was lunchtime. I thought I’d go eat and get what I needed so I could stay there that night.
As I was leaving I saw Luke outside and asked him to join me for lunch. We drove first to the motel, and he took care of some business while I checked out. We had a nice lunch, during which we started catching up on the missing years. He insisted on taking me to dinner, and when I objected that I had nothing to wear but jeans, he assured me that was fine, it wasn’t anyplace fancy he had in mind.
We kept lunch brief so I could get back and start sorting through the house, and that evening we had a wonderful dinner. We got back about half past eight. When Luke walked me to the door, I asked if he’d like to come in for a nightcap, and a few minutes later we were sitting on Grandpa’s cozy little couch sipping wine and talking like longtime close friends.
I was really relieved when Luke asked if he could continue looking after the place for me when I wasn’t around. I hugged him and said that would be fantastic. We went back to reminiscing. It was great fun bringing up different things we remembered. After we’d drunk several more glasses of wine, Luke asked if I remembered the day we got caught playing doctor in his treehouse. I just sat there for a moment, then said I’d forgotten about it but I sure remembered it when he mentioned it!
My God, how could I ever forget the lecture I got that day from my mother about exposing myself to boys? I giggled and said, “Thank God she didn’t include men when she said that.” I felt myself blush when I realized what I’d said and was about to apologize when Luke slipped his arm around my shoulders and said, “Would you feel like playing doctor with me again tonight?”
I winked and said, “We can lock the door so this time nobody can catch us.” I returned his lingering kiss, and we walked hand in hand toward the bedroom, where Luke picked up a short white terry-cloth robe I’d laid out for the morning and said, “Please go behind the screen and remove your clothes and then put on this gown, opening to the back.” He pointed to the master bath, where I went without hesitating. A rush of heat shot through my loins.
While I disrobed and washed up a little, I tried to recall the details of that day in the treehouse. Mostly I remembered us having worked ourselves into what might have been viewed as a “compromising position” when all hell broke loose, with his father yelling at us.
After slipping my robe on backwards, I decided I was ready to face the doctor. I walked out holding the back closed just like I would a hospital gown and found Luke had stripped my freshly made bed to the bottom sheet, laying the neatly folded top sheet on the side of the bed. “The doctor” was wearing white boxers and a T-shirt. I smiled at him as he picked up the top sheet and asked me to please lie on my back, then spread the sheet over me.
He was very professional, asking about my health as he looked in my nose, throat and ears, then listened to my lungs with an imaginary stethoscope, then carefully lifted my arms and removed my arms from the robe but didn’t expose my breasts. He said my chart indicated my breast exam was past due, then lowered the sheet and robe just below my breasts. I stared straight up at the ceiling while he gave my firm 34Cs a complete exam, close to five minutes, paying special attention to the swollen nipples.
He covered me and said to lie on my left side in fetal position for a quick rectal exam. I felt myself blushing before I even moved, and he said, “There’s no need to be embarrassed, Ms. J—.” (He used my maiden name.) “Remember, I’m your doctor.”
I assumed the position, and still felt pretty embarrassed when Luke lifted the sheet, knelt beside the bed and parted my cheeks with one hand and probed my puckered anus with a warm finger. My ass was wet and slippery from the vaginal secretions I’d felt trickling down my crack since he began the breast exam. He spent a minute tickling the ring of my sensitive ass. I heaved a sigh of relief when he patted my butt and said, “Okay, you look great.”
He pulled up a chair, sat on it and said everything seemed to be normal. He asked why I’d needed an appointment.
By now I was into the doctor thing, so I said, “Well, doctor, it’s very personal, but as you said I can trust my doctor.” Looking straight at the ceiling, I said, “It’s my vagina. It gets unbelievably warm and wet at times, and I have no control over it. I can’t really describe the feeling I get down there, but it’s almost like being very hungry. It’s that way now. Do you think you can help me?”
He said to scoot down and put my feet in the stirrups and “let me take a look at you.” I scooted toward the foot of the bed, and he carefully placed my feet on the footboard about 30 inches apart, then folded the sheet and robe back over my knees, completely exposing my vagina. He pressed on my stomach, then traced the slippery lips of my dripping pussy, sending shock waves through my loins. He tugged on both of my labia and said, “You have the longest labia I’ve ever encountered. They look very healthy and beautiful to be honest.”
He looked up at me and said, “I’m going to have to do a vaginal probe, so don’t be alarmed.” I felt one finger slip in my pussy, and then two, and I moaned when they curled up to massage my G-spot, bringing me to a quick, intense orgasm. He kept manipulating those delightful digits until my orgasm subsided and my body stopped trembling, then withdrew them slowly.
He looked up and said, “It’s my opinion that this is a temporary condition that’s easily treated with a few simple procedures. If you’d like, I can give you a treatment right now. It doesn’t require sedation, and most patients find it rather pleasurable.”
I said, “I don’t remember it ever being this bad, doctor. I think we should begin treatment as soon as possible. Can we?”
All pretense of playing doctor went out the window the moment Luke buried his face in my crotch. I held his head with both hands as his talented tongue performed a delightful mating dance around the folds of my pussy while teasing my swollen clit with the briefest touches. I gasped as he pressed his face firmly to my pussy and thrust his tongue in as deep as he could, nearly sending me over the edge again. Finally he put his tongue flat against my clit and rubbed it sensually until I was sure I was going to explode.
Suddenly Luke stopped. He loomed above me for a second, and then the blunt head of his cock parted my lips and easily found my entrance. He didn’t ram it in, but fed his cock slowly until the whole thing was buried in me and our loins met.
I nodded when he asked if I was on the Pill and met him thrust for thrust as our lustful needs took control of our bodies. Both of us were far too aroused for this coupling to last very long, but Luke managed to hold out for nearly a full minute until my orgasm burst and my contractions simply sucked the semen from his body. We gazed in one another’s eyes, then shared a passionate kiss for the first time since we began playing our doctor game.
He didn’t rest for more than a minute before he scooted my body up to the center of the bed without removing his still-erect cock. Then he started to screw me unlike I’d ever been fucked before—no frenzied thrusting this time, just gentle love. He fucked me for a few minutes, then paused to regain control, resting his cock inside me.
When he resumed slow thrusting, he said, “You have to understand, this is the first time I’ve been with a woman since I got out of the dating scene several years ago.” I said I’d be more than happy to help him catch up, and catch up he did! The man had a hard-on that wouldn’t go away, and he screwed me steadily for an hour before depositing another load deep in my cunt. Again he rested only briefly before remounting me dog-style. I was so sensitive from being on a roller coaster of sexual heat that I begged him to come, and he did.
I couldn’t believe it when he snuggled up and pressed a renewed erection against my thigh! Feeling a little tender, I slid down and took it in my mouth. His cock was shorter than my husband’s, but thicker, and it took me awhile to adjust to the thickness. But once my throat opened, I was able to take it all in down to the root. I switched back and forth about every half-minute between bobbing up and down on his thick joystick and licking his hairy nut sac.
After about four minutes I felt his cock throb, at which point I throated him and applied as much suction as I possibly could, sucking the come from him, sending it straight down my throat. I nursed tenderly on his softening unit, draining every remaining drop of his load, until it shrank and retracted.
Luke was finally wiped out, and we slept until early morning, when we screwed for nearly an hour. We showered and had breakfast, and then he showed me a few things around the property that needed attention and said he would take care of them. I told him I’d appreciate that but I would stay for a few days and help him. So he made up a list of parts and materials for me.
While Luke started digging up a leaky hydrant, I took his pickup into town for the things we needed. I found everything on the list at the store he’d sent me to, then stopped to pick up a little more food and booze. The liquor-store owner was kind enough to allow me to call my husband collect from his phone. I just told him that I needed to spend some time doing maintenance, and I’d call him in a few days, strategically omitting any mention of my helpful neighbor.
I wasn’t much help to Luke other than handing him tools, but he had the hydrant fixed in a short time. We went in for lunch, but he couldn’t wait for desert and I found myself bent over the counter getting fucked quite beautifully. After we ate, my horny old playmate wanted more pussy, but I told him he’d already had his nooner and would have to wait until bedtime. After lunch we got a few more repairs done and prepared the things we would need to replace a window the next day.
We grilled burgers for an early dinner, then went skinny-dipping as darkness was falling. Talk about cold water! (It was only May, after all, and the place is pretty far north.) My nipples got so hard that they ached, and my pussy puckered up until it nearly sealed itself off. Needless to say, we didn’t stay in the water long! We rushed back to the house, where we made hot toddies, which warmed our bodies. We were soon back in bed screwing like bunnies far into the night.
Luke finished the repairs late the next day, so after another night of tearing up the sheets he took me sightseeing around the area. The countryside was beautiful, but the sight he liked the most was the long fleshy lips between my legs. Four times that day I ended up on my back lying across his truck seat!
After two more days of exploring and fucking, then screwing ourselves silly at night, I told Luke I needed to go into town and call my husband. He just stared at me with his mouth hanging open for a moment. Then he said, “What do you mean, your husband?”
I held up my ring finger and said, “What did you think this was?”
He said, “It looks like a birthstone to me.”
It dawned on me that the day before I left home I’d dropped my rings off to be cleaned and have the settings tightened! And until that moment I hadn’t mentioned my husband to Luke. I explained about my missing rings and apologized for forgetting to mention Oswald to him.
Luke was clearly shaken to find that, as he put it, he had been “screwing another man’s wife.” I reassured him that he hadn’t led me astray, and told him that for what it was worth he wasn’t the first man I’d been with while I was married. I told him I was careful not to let my husband discover that I’d been with another man, and wouldn’t ever embarrass or hurt Oswald because I loved him very much. I tried to explain that I’m all but insatiable, and love having a big hard cock thrusting away in my pussy. I added that he was one of the best fucks I ever had.
Once Luke got over the shock he had a thousand questions, which I answered reasonably honestly. He poured the peter to me as I related details of my lurid life. He found this all very arousing and had his cock in me for almost three straight hours before I was finished with him.
We went to his house, where I called Oswald and said I was going to book a flight home in a week, which would give me time to finish what I had left to do in the house (which I lied and said I’d found a mess) while also finding someone trustworthy to look after the place.
Luke and I spent that week fucking like newlyweds, hardly leaving the house except to mow grass and go pick up supplies. Although he never said a word, I knew he had a thing for my ass, which he couldn’t keep his hands off, in or out of bed. One day when I was in town while he cut grass, I thought about picking up some lube, but decided not to, since my ass was the one thing I’d never shared with anyone but my husband. My not telling him about Luke was already making me feel guilty enough.
The day before my flight home, I asked “the doctor” if he could fit me in his busy schedule to give me a physical before I left, because I had this continuous itching between my legs. I received a complete exam. The doctor recommended I receive a long succession of “in and out patient” treatment, which we should begin immediately. We did, but the treatment took most of the day, since it required four separate sessions.
I packed up then and told Luke that we needed to keep what had happened between us. I promised to keep in touch, and would send him a monthly payment for taking care of the place. He said payment wouldn’t be necessary, but I told him I had to or my husband would be suspicious.
Since I had an early flight, I left the night before and spent the night in a hotel near the airport. On the way I stopped at a drugstore and picked up a box of disposable douches. The next day I was in my husband’s arms being carried up to our bedroom.
—Name and address withheld