Although not a series, this story does pick up from where “Doctor’s Exam Tests Shauna’s Limits” leaves off. Like all of Shauna’s escapades, this story can be read in isolation. I wasn’t certain whether I’d continue with this arc, but popular demand and private requests swayed me to continue the story. I’m glad I did. I think it’s a good one.

“What time is Fred coming over?” Shauna asks. She tries to flatten her emotions. Ralph may be oblivious, but he’s not completely blind.

“He’s going to come by and grab me and we’re heading off around 8,” said Ralph. To her relief, he doesn’t look in her direction. He’s wrapped up in his model planes. Ralph got into them a few years ago. She had to concede that they were beautiful and exquisite pieces of art, and they also kept Ralph occupied while she sought extramarital satisfaction.

A couple months back, Shauna experienced a sexual awakening. She’d already been toying with the idea of getting some ‘strange’ when a young hard cock presented itself. She didn’t hesitate. Feeling Nick’s hot load hit the back of her throat was the catalyst that changed everything in her life. That act ignited and awakened a primal sexual hunger. Since then, she had a few wild and random encounters that filled her perverted need for fresh dick. But the real test had been when she targeted someone she’s wanted for longer than she can remember. Last week, Shauna made a surprise visit to the Doctor’s office. The Doctor happened to be Fred Armand, her husband’s best friend. Sparks flew and Shauna nearly got to enjoy some doc-cock. But Fred proved to be the consummate professional and zigged when he should have bagged. They never acted on their desire, but the seeds were sown by the mutual recognition that they both wanted more but were terrified to pursue it.

Shauna’s no quitter. She isn’t the type of woman to let a small detail like that deter her. At 52, she’s fitter than most women her age. She’s lived an enhanced life by being the proud owner of a giant set of knockers. Shauna is accustomed to getting what she wants. Her stacked body is accentuated by the alluring mystique of the mature woman. To her delight, Shauna has discovered that sport fucking mature women seems to be en vogue these days. That means a steady stream of young stiff dick. They can be fun, but boys lack a confident hand and the requisite wisdom of a seasoned lover.

Fred’s a REAL man, and that is what truly makes her pussy quiver. He’s well over six and a half feet of lean and well honed muscle. The Doctor knows how to keep himself in tip-top condition. What really sets her pulse to racing is Fred’s aloofness to his own beauty. He is always the most handsome man in the room, and yet he doesn’t display the arrogance that typically accompanies the god-touched.

Shauna spends the balance of the evening getting ready for Fred’s arrival. He always makes a point of popping in the house to say hello. Even though she’ll only have a small window, she plans to make those seconds count. Her hair and makeup loft her beauty to new heights, and the sexy yoga outfit with a tiny tank top dial back the years. Her tits are barely contained in the top and she knows that she’s pushing the envelope, but he did see them naked in all their splendour the week earlier. She’s just providing him with an eye-catching reminder as to how spectacular they are!

Shauna is applying another coat of lip gloss when the doorbell rings. Her tummy does a flip flop and butterflies flutter. The last time she saw him, the good doctor ran his fingers along her labia. That’s a hard act to follow. She checks herself in the mirror, suddenly extremely self-conscious of her makeup and seductive vibe. He’s already seen her naked. This is unnecessary. She realizes, perhaps belatedly, that she’s also sending a strong message to Ralph. He is certain to pick up on it. How will she respond if he confronts her? Will she admit that she wants Fred? How will Ralph respond? Shauna stares into the mirror, frozen to inactivity. She can hear voices below and knows that Ralph’s invited him inside. She considers staying hidden until they leave.

“Shauna, honey?” calls Ralph, “Can you come down? Doctor Fred is here.”

She starts. Curious. He never calls Fred ‘Doctor’. Does he know? He must know… Cold sweat breaks on her brow as excuses cascade down her mind as she prepares a defence. She doesn’t know what she’s walking into and the guilt makes her imagination go wild.

Still, there’s no way out other than down. She has to face them. Ralph is calling her out.

Shauna smells him before she hits the bottom of the stairs. He wears a spicy cologne that pairs well with his style. His sandy hair and light colouring appeal to Shauna. Where Ralph is dark, Fred is light. Shauna conjures a random image of burying her face in his armpits and breathing deeply while the doctor manhandles her body. It makes her instantly wet. She whispers a prayer of thanks that she selected the black yoga pants and not the gray ones.

“Shauna, Sahabet it is always a pleasure to see you.” Fred smiles and the room dissolves. He’s standing in the living room with Ralph. Her eyes flow down and she sees that he’s holding a black leather bag.

“Good to see you too, Fred,” she flows to him and they embrace. She tries to make it look innocent but it comes off awkward. She thinks that her intentions are made obvious by the flaring crimson glow rising to her face. Her paranoia blossoms and she feels Ralph’s eyes crawling upon her. It is maddening to have her attention diverted between the two men; between heaven and hell. Ralph smiles. It sends a shiver down her back. She knows that smile and it is completely out of context. Shauna feels confused and wants to escape. She isn’t prepared for how viscerally it hits her to be in close proximity with Fred so soon after her visit to his clinic. Her legs are spaghetti as she slowly backs toward the exit.

“Shauna,” calls Fred. She snaps to face him immediately. She would follow his every command. “You don’t look well at the moment. You’re quite flushed.”

“Well, its just…”

“Your visit to my office raised some concerns,” says Fred. His mouth is crooked into a friendly smile. He doesn’t look angry, and neither does Ralph, for that matter. Her eyes dart between the two men. She swallows, unsure what to say.

“What concerns, Doctor?” asks Ralph. The tone in his voice raises alarm bells with Shauna, but she can’t see far enough ahead to know what’s coming. She knows she has to play along, whatever the fuck this turns out to be. She sighs. Before she can answer, Doctor Fred intervenes.

“Oh Ralph, that’s between the patient and me. I mean, Shauna can share everything with her consent, but I’m bound to secrecy until then.” He turns to Shauna. “But with your leave, I have been considering your condition for the past week. As I said that day, I don’t normally do house calls, but I’d break that rule for you.”

Shauna laughs out loud. “Is that what this is then? A house call?”

“Yes dear,” pipes in Ralph, “I had to deceive you because I knew you’d never go along with it.” His expression suddenly turns dark. There it is, she thinks. There’s the other shoe dropping. Ralph assumes a serious demeanour and whispers,”He’s worried about your health, Shauna. He didn’t want to wait to next week to examine you. There’s something he’s concerned with that can’t wait.” A shiver runs through her. This was not what she expected. Not by a long shot. She’s stunned and having difficulty thinking clearly. Her nose fills with Fred’s cologne and any semblance of cogent thought goes out the window.

“Ralph, where can I set up. Someplace comfortable, please.”

Ralph thinks, “I assume you’ll want her to lay down?” Fred nods. “Come to the spare bedroom.” Ralph leads them there while Shauna breathes a quiet prayer that they aren’t heading to the master bedroom. She’d just die if Fred saw her granny panties scattered on the floor and the large black dildo sitting on the nightstand.

Fred stops just outside the master bedroom. Shauna’s heart races, suddenly fearful that he’s going to lead them inside. Instead, he asks her to slip out of her yoga clothes and into a robe, as though she were at the clinic.

“You can have the robe open to the front here though, Shauna,” he laughs, “Or really whatever your pleasure may be. Home advantage.” She notes that he said, “your pleasure” instead of “your preference”. Perhaps he misspoke, but Shauna is compelled to read into every nuance. She knows that she’s hyper sensitive to his words and actions, but she needs to know whether the moments they shared at the clinic were genuine. Or at least, she needs to know whether she imagined them or read too much into the steamy looks and brief touches.

Shauna beelines for a silky pink kimono they picked up in Japan a few years earlier. It barely covers the bottom of her ass. It’s perfect. She finds the two men chatting quietly in the spare bedroom. Ralph has laid out towels and a pristine white bed sheet to contribute to a more clinical atmosphere. It feels surreal as she enters the room. This is not how she envisioned a ‘house call’ with Fred, but she’s grateful to feel him near. Her body resonates with his presence as her skin tingles. Her pussy started dripping the moment she learned he was coming over. It’s been on full faucet mode since his smell filled her nostrils and his heat warmed her presence. So close and yet so far, she thinks. If there was ever a time for Ralph to be called away on emergency, this was it!

“Why don’t you get comfortable, Shauna,” Fred sweeps his hand across the bed. “I know this is somewhat unconventional, but for a close family friend, I must insist.”

She shoots Ralph a glance. “Is he going to be here?” She tries to bite back the words, realizing that her tone was harsher than intended. Ralph tosses a sweet and innocent smile in her direction. He Sahabet Giriş gives her his best, ‘Who me?’ look.

“I would have thought that you’d want him here,” says Fred. “It is the man’s house, after all, and we want to do our utmost best to assure him that this is entirely professional. Right, Shauna?”

“Oh, of course, of course,” she agrees. She tries to conceal the reluctance in her tone. Shauna commits to ignoring Ralph’s presence. He’s not going to spoil this for me, she thinks. I have this gorgeous man in my own home and all that separates me from him is a thin veil of expensive Japanese silk. I’m closer than ever…

“This is the best sort of lighting for me, Doc,” she says, drawing attention to the dim ambiance. Alarm bells continue to go off for her but she still can’t put her finger on the game. “Not that I’m complaining, but is this enough light? I mean, is that a candle Ralph?”

“Um, oh, it’s a s-scented candle, darling. J-jasmine. Your favorite,” Ralph stutters nervously.

Fred laughs. “I’m a very good doctor, Shauna. I tend to focus more through my hands than trusting my eyes alone.”

Shauna shivers. That statement alone nearly makes her come. She wants to show him everything and she really, really wants him to ‘see’ her with his hands.

“Well, I have plenty to look at, so those hands are going to be busy,” she quips.

“Nonsense, you’re easily one of the fittest and most attractive 52 year olds that I’ve ever seen. But you know that, don’t you Shauna,” he narrows his eyes and grins.

“I do alright,” she shrugs nonchalantly. Inside her stomach does flip flops and her heart hammers in her chest. She wonders how she can hear him over the thunder in her ears and the constant twinges emanating from her hungry pussy. Shauna had planned to get herself off this afternoon. She thought she needed to relieve the stress. Time ran out and she never got the chance. Thoughts of Fred and planning and preparation took precedence and she was left to percolate.

She moves to the bed. “Face up, I presume?” she quips.

“Let’s start there,” he responds.

As she lays down, Shauna is overcome by a host of thoughts and emotions.

What the hell are we doing? I’m alone in my house, in a bedroom with Fred and Ralph, on a Saturday night. Only a blind man wouldn’t see how wet I am, and I’m practically naked. What the actual fuck?

Almost as though he were reading her mind, Fred says, “I bet you’re wondering why we’re engaging in this unconventional appointment tonight. I can assure you that I’ve never made this exception for anyone. Ever.” His eyes smoke with intensity. “I believe that you may have contracted a rare disorder that would explain, um, the unconventional sensations you’ve been experiencing lately.”

Shauna fights to hold Fred’s gaze. She is dying to see Ralph’s reaction, but a glance in his direction would tell too much of the tale.

Wait. Did he say disorder? Is he suggesting that her recent extreme horniness is an illness? That would explain some of the public, random, stranger behavior. That shit is dangerous, and yet, I can’t get enough of it. Am I sick?

“I believe you may be sick, Shauna. The question is, how sick?”

“Ok Doc, what do we do here? Do I open up and say ‘ahh’?”

“Only when I ask you to, otherwise you’d look pretty silly laying there with your mouth hanging open.”

“Not if my tits are out,” Shauna offers playfully, tugging at her robe as though threatening to flash him.

Fred laughs. “You’re right there. An open mouth with breasts exposed might well lead to quite another conclusion. Medically speaking, of course.”

Out of the corner of her eye she sees Ralph quietly leave the room.

She’s alone with Doctor Fred for the first time since her appointment. The room is silent, save for their breathing. She swears she can hear his heart beat.

She wants to ask him what this is all about, but she fears breaking the spell. Some things shouldn’t be dragged into the light until they’re ready for inspection. Shauna wants to call a spade – ‘a spade’ – but she’s afraid. It was his statement, she realizes. Doubt crept in and maybe she really is out of touch with reality. Could her libido be on fire due to an illness? Shauna feels like she’s dreaming.

His hands on her body say otherwise. They are very real. Like searing coals, his fingers trace her jawline. She moans slightly into his fingers as she pushes her face against his palm. She feels like a kitten begging for affection. Shauna notices a brief flicker in his eyes. He knows. But he already knew, so what has she gained?

Time. Solitude. Opportunity?

“So wet, you’re burning up,” Fred says under his breath. The dam breaks.

“Oh baby I am so fucking hot for you!” Shauna whispers fervidly. “I need…” Fred cuts her off with a finger pressed against her lips.

“I’m not blind or stupid, Shauna.” She waits for the ‘but’, but it doesn’t come. She’s even more confused Sahabet Yeni Giriş than she was moments earlier.

Just then, Ralph slips back into the room. He caresses a crystal highball glass delicately in his hand. The ice tinkles softly, swaddled with the scotch it floats in. Ralph’s expression is enigmatic. More alarm bells for Shauna. She starts to see what this might be, but doesn’t dare to hope. She’s not sure she could take the rejection, and she certainly can’t handle being humiliated in front of Ralph.

“You know, Ralph, your wife appears to be in critical condition. I’m quite concerned.”

“You’re the Doctor. Is there anything you can do for her, Fred?”

They’re talking about me like I’m not here, or like I’m a child, thinks Shauna. Where do these men get off talking about me like I’m not in the room?

And yet, a part of her felt excited to be ‘handled’ in this way.

“As evident by my attendance at your home, this is an unconventional problem that requires an unconventional response. Ralph, with your permission I’d like to conduct some tests to determine the extent of the issue.”

“His permission? What about mine?” Shauna spits. Both men ignore her. Its irritating … and super hot.

“Well Fred, I’ve known you most of my life. I trust your judgment. I think I can safely place my wife in your hands.”

The way he phrases it makes Shauna perk up. Fred must be thinking the same because his lips pull back into a grin that sends shivers up Shauna’s back. She sees how her future could unfold. She realizes that it requires her surrender.

So she surrenders.

“I trust my husband to know the right thing for me,” she purrs. “I’ve also known you for a long time, Doctor, and I trust that you know what’s best for me, too.”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what’s happening. You created this,” Fred whispers as he leans over her prone body. She emanates heat like a furnace.

“I did,” says Shauna with confidence. She turns her head on the pillow to face Ralph. “I am becoming very accustomed to getting what I want. Whatever I want.” Ralph smiles enigmatically, but appears unfazed. This is a side of him that Shauna’s never seen. But she can hardly focus on that while Fred hovers over her. She’s drunk on his cologne. Her nipples beg to be touched. She aches to touch herself, even for a moment. It is impossible not to squirm. So when Fred asks her to roll over, she’s only too happy to comply. Shauna grinds her thighs together tightly as she spins on the bed. She is rewarded with tasty twinges and a deeper aching need to be filled. Soon, or she will undoubtedly lose her mind.

“You can rest your face in the pillow. Let me know when you’re comfortable,” Fred directs.

“Robe opens in the front,” she says.

“That’s fine.”

Shauna surrenders to the bed’s embrace and sinks into the pillow. Her large natural breasts flatten beneath her and flow into her armpits. She’s completely unconcerned; he is a doctor, after all. She can’t see or smell him, but her other senses spike to attention. Every sound sends vibration through her body. She’s desperate to know what Dr Fred will do, but is afraid to raise her eyes off the pillow and break the spell.

A warm hand caresses her ankle. She bites back a moan. The palm gently slides up the back of her leg. Shauna’s stomach flips into her throat. Her buried face hides the truth of her responses. She struggles to mask the effect his touch has on her. And yet, he traces fire along her skin as his fingers climbs. He stops at the back of her knee. His fingers trace her tendons and she nearly faints. Her ass rises slightly off the bed begging for attention. She scolds her body for throwing itself at him. Shamelessly.

She hopes he gets the signal.

He does.

Fred traces his index finger along the crack of her ass. His hand spans her ass cheek and he gives it a delicious squeeze. Before that can even register, he plunges his thumb between the crack and dives into her anus. He stops just as the tip pushes into the spongy ring. Shauna’s dares not breath. Her hips rock involuntarily against his thumb as she tries desperately to suck it into her body. She needs to be filled.

“You’ve been working out, Shauna. I can tell.” His free hand sweeps over her back.

“Mmhmm,” she pants into the pillow. She hopes it isn’t loud enough to alert Ralph. The Doctor pushes a little deeper. “Uhhh,” she grunts. It’s almost as though he’s pushing her to break through the boundaries and shatter their reality.

“Sorry, did you say something Shauna?”

She smirks into the pillow. “MMph nope.”

“Let me know if you experience any discomfort.”

“Mmhmm.”

The Doctor is in. Her ass. His thumb, anyways.

“This just won’t do,” he says. Fred plucks his thumb and twists his hand, driving the index and middle fingers into her ass. The pillow swallows her gasps. She wiggles against his fingers as he wraps his free hand in her hair and draws head back until her face is clear of the pillow. In a flash she’s hog-tied and in his complete control. She starts to say speak but he silences her with a quick jerk of her hair.

“Ralphie, can you give me a hand over here?” Shauna squirms in futility. She braces for what comes next.

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