Hospital

Men often complain that their wives aren’t interested in sex, but my
husband doesn’t complain at all—I’m the one with the complaint!
From early morning to late at night, my husband works as a heavy
equipment salesman. He makes tons of money, but he never makes love to
me except for a half-hearted effort on some weekends. What’s even
worse, when he gets home at night he usually falls asleep on the couch.
We never see a movie, go out to dinner, or even just go to the mall to
get out of the house. Yes, if it wasn’t for the fact that he gives me
and the kids all the money we need, life would be unbearable.

The worst thing, though, is that I really loved him before he began
to think of nothing but work. I still do love him, and that’s why for
15 years I never thought of cheating on him. I always thought
everything would be allright if he’d just think of me sometimes instead
of how many bulldozers he can sell to the big account in Idaho!

Anyway, when I told him I was getting bored and needed something to
do during the day (he doesn’t want me to work; he says he makes more
money than we could ever spend, and he might be right!), he said “Why
don’t you go volunteer to work at the hospital. That should keep you
busy!”

Although I don’t like the sight of blood, I responded to an ad in the
paper looking for hospital volunteers. As I was given a tour of the
hospital, the volunteer coordinator explained that I would basically
help the nurses–make sure ice water bottles in rooms are filled, maybe
push a patient around in a wheelchair, get newspapers for the patients,
and so on. It didn’t sound too dificult, so I told them I would begin
on Monday.

Since I’m just 36, I was easily the youngest volunteer in the
hospital. Most of the daytime help consisted of retired gents, or
elderly widows after the retired gents. Still, everyone pitched in and
made themselves useful. After the first week, I was finding the work
very rewarding and I looked forward to my four-hour shift three days a
week! I was still frustrated by my husband’s lack of attention, but the
volunteer work provided some outlet and relief from my physical
cravings for sex.

After about three weeks on the job, the head nurse assigned me the
job of filling up the ice water bottles in each room. The wing I was
working on was mostly orthopedic patients. It wasn’t very crowded, and
several of the rooms only had one patient in them. As I pushed my cart
along, I reached the last room in the corridor, took a bottle off the
car and breezed unannounced into a room.

I didn’t think before pushing aside the privacy curtains around the
bed, and I soon learned why they were closed! The patient, a
good-looking male around my age, was sitting up in the bed masturbating
himself while looking at a pornographic magazine! While my sudden
entrance briefly startled him, his reaction startled me. “Well,” he
said, “did you come to just watch, or did you want to give me a hand!”

I then realized that instead of putting the ice bottle down and
leaving, I had just stood there staring at his huge prick. Maybe it was
because I hadn’t seen an erect cock at home in a few weeks, or maybe I
was just in shock at finding this patient jerking himself off. Whatever
the reason, I finally responded by blushing, mumbling “excuse me,” and
rushing out of the room.

Soon it was time to go home, but that night I could hardly sleep.
And, when I did, all I did was dream about that man holding his huge
cock and pumping his hand up and down the shaft. I soon woke up and,
with fantasies of that big cock floating through my head, I began to
caress my clit with my fingers, moving slowly back and forth until I
felt a wetness between my legs.

My clit was now swollen and responding to the least bit of pressure, so
as I rubbed it around and round, I inserted two fingers into my cunt.

Imagining they were the patient’s huge cock, I felt my body began to
respond. But, I knew my fingers were no match for his huge prick. I
began to rub my clit and cunt faster and faster, and a quickening arose
in my twat. Faster and faster I moved my hands, but my own hands could
not provide the satisfaction I needed!

Reaching over I tried to arouse my husband, and I started rubbing my
hands up and down his flaccid shaft. But, there was no response, either
from him, or his limp prick. He was deep in sleep, probably dreaming
about the fuel-saving benefits of a 18,000 horsepower diesel earth
mover!

It was no use! I rolled over, and with my juicy cunt longing for a good
fucking, cried myself to sleep. The next day was Tuesday, and because
I didn’t have a shift at the hospital until Wednesday, I went to the
hairdresser, got my nails done, bought some makeup, and finished my
food shopping. Oddly enough, I didn’t think about the patient, or his
huge cock, all day or night. I didn’t even think about him when I
reported for duty the next day!

But, it wasn’t long before I was thinking about him. When the nurse
told me to take the newspaper down to Room 101, I felt my heart jump.
As I walked down the hall with the paper in my hand, I didn’t know if
the lump in my throat was from fear or anticipation. It wasn’t long
before I found out!

This time, I knocked at the door and heard the man say come in. His
privacy curtains were open, so I mustered up my courage and walked over
to the bed and held out the paper to him. He just sat there and smiled,
and it was almost like he was reading my mind.

“Please put the paper on the table,” he said. “I’ll read it later.”
I was just getting ready to turn and leave, when I heard him push the
switch that closes the privacy curtains. As the curtains closed around
us, he said “There’s something I want you to see.”

With that, he pulled the waistband of his pajamas down to reveal
his huge cock. I realized then that I wanted to see it as much as he
wanted me to see it. It was beautiful, and he must have seen my
appreciation of it in my face.

“Would you like to hold it?” he asked. Instead of answering, I
reached over and took his organ in my hand. As I began to move my hand
up and down the shaft, I could see and feel it gorging with blood,
growing longer and thicker with each caress of my hand. “That’s
nice,” he said. “Your hands feel much nicer on my cock than my own
hands. Pump a little faster if you want to!”

My hand started sliding up and down his shaft in a fast rhythm, but
I soon realized his prick was too much for one hand. One hand grabbed
the base of his cock, while the other massaged the meaty head of his
shaft. He started to move his hips in tandem with my grasps along the
length of his shaft, and soon I saw the glistening of semen that
dribbles out when excitement starts to build.

Having been without sex for several weeks, I couldn’t control myself
any longer. Leaning over the bed, I sucked his cock deep into my mouth,
and began to run my mouth up and down the shaft so that his tip must
have went halfway down my throat. It was only seconds before I felt his
hot cum squirting in torrents down my throat, into my mouth, and
dribbling out onto my cheeks.

I sucked and sucked on his prick until every last drop of cum was
gone. As I did, I felt my juices dripping down my thighs as a wave of
satisfaction swept through my body. Suddenly, we heard steps in the
hallway, and as I quickly composed myself, he covered himself up like
nothing happened. A few seconds later the nurse came in and sent me on
some errands.

When I came back to work on Friday, the patient with the big cock
was gone. I never saw him again, but from that day on my sex life got
better and better.

You see, the nurse wasn’t coming down to the room that day to send me
on an erand. She had been blowing the guy ever since he was in the
hospital (I don’t think anything was wrong with him—he just liked to
spend a few days getting sucked!), and he told her I gave head almost
as good as the head nurse!

Well, she spread the word around the hospital, and soon I was spreading
my legs, my cunt, my ass and everything else for doctors, interns,
orderlies! You name it, I fucked it!

It’s a little easier putting up with my husband’s lack of interest in
sex now. I get all the money I want at home, and all the sex (and more)
I need at the hospital.

And, just yesterday the staff named me “Volunteer of the Year!”