I walked into the house after a long day of work to find my wife Jackie waiting for me on the couch. She was a little more dressed up than usual, and her brunette hair was perfectly styled. Her outfit wasn’t going out to dinner level, but certainly more than lounging around the house attire. She looked delicious.

“Hey, baby. You look great. What’s up?” I asked.

She stood up and said, “Get in the shower. You have a doctor’s appointment.”

“What?” I asked, punctuating it with an incredulous chuckle. “It’s eight o’clock. The clinic closes at seven.”

“I know,” she said while putting her hands on her hips. “I’m tired of that excuse, so I arranged for you to have an after-hours appointment. It’s someone new. Now go, and don’t try to stall, or I’ll come drag you out of the shower by your dangly bits.”

I knew that tone of voice well enough to understand the threat was real. As little as I wanted to go, I knew there was no getting out of it. “I’ll go get some clean clothes.”

“I’ll do that. In the shower, mister.”

I sighed, nodded, and headed for the bathroom. I heard the bathroom door open and close in the middle of my shower. When I got out, my carefully folded clothing was waiting on the far edge of the sink counter. By the time I toweled dry and dressed, my wife was waiting by the door with her purse in hand.

She said, “I’m driving, because I know where we’re going, and you don’t.”

“Okay.”

Jackie rolled her eyes and groaned. “Oh, don’t look so glum. I think you’ll feel a lot better once it’s over.”

With that, she opened the door, and we climbed into the car. It took about ten minutes to reach the suburbs, and she turned into a small parking lot not long after. The sign said Dr. Washington, general practitioner, and had all the usual information. The office was obviously a house that had been converted from the looks of it. There was only one other car in the parking lot, and I didn’t see anyone through the windows of the lobby.

We walked up to the door, and my wife knocked. A moment later a door opened, and my eyes went wide.

God damn, I thought as I beheld who I assumed was Dr. Washington. She was gorgeous with her mocha colored skin and long, straightened hair. The blue-green lab coat she was wearing couldn’t hide the swell of her tits, which jiggled hypnotically as she walked toward us. Her skirt hid nothing of her incredible legs from a couple of inches above the knee down to her flats.

The doc unlocked the door, and then held it open for us to enter.

“So, this is our reluctant patient?” she asked as we stepped inside and she locked the door.

My wife smiled, and laughed. “Yes. Thanks for making time for us.”

“It’s my pleasure.” She then turned to me and said, “I’m Doctor Christine Washington.”

I shook her hand when she extended it. “Vic Adams.”

Christine said, “I have something I need to finish, but I’ll show you to the exam room. You can go ahead, get undressed, and put on the gown. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes, and we’ll get started.”

Alarm bells went off in my head when she said that. I’d already swelled to about half hardness between how sexy she was, and catching a whiff of her perfume. Seeing her incredible ass in that skirt peeking out from below the lab coat didn’t help matters when she gestured for us to follow, even though I wisely only looked for a fraction of a second.

We passed through the door she’d entered the lobby through, and it looked like any other doctor’s office. The level of conversion was almost disconcerting with how much it differed from the building’s exterior. A few steps later, the doc pushed open a door to an exam room. I followed my wife inside, and bent my will to talking down my half an erection.

Jackie sat down in a chair situated in the corner, and then waved her hand in an impatient gesture.

I started undressing, and the bout of nerves thankfully helped my dick droop.

Jackie warned, “You better hurry up, if you don’t want her to walk in on you bare-assed.”

That was sufficient encouragement for me to finish stripping and put on the gown. My wife rose to tie it in the back, and then resumed her seat. A few seconds later, there was a knock on the door, and Christine pushed it open a crack to ask, “Ready?”

“Mmm hmm, come on in,” Jackie answered.

The doctor handed my wife a clipboard and said, “If you don’t mind filling out the paperwork, I’ll go ahead and get started.” She then gestured toward a set of scales, and picked up a tablet.

I walked over and stepped on the scales, which were an old time set with the weights. After adjusting them into balance, she said, “That’s a nice healthy weight for a man your age. Good job.” She then glanced over her shoulder and asked, “Or should I be directing that praise your way?”

Jackie chuckled. “He doesn’t do too badly.”

Christine chuckled as well, recorded my weight on her tablet, and then pulled up on the bar for the height measurement. That too found a data entry slot. I sat down on the exam table when she directed me to, and the examination continued. The table felt like it was set really low to me, compared to what I was used to. The doc performed all the usual tests, and it was perfectly routine other than the fact I was being examined by an incredibly sexy black woman.

I was doing fairly well until she went to check the glands in my neck. I found myself staring straight into the hint of cleavage sticking out of her top above those big, round tits. Once again, I was in a battle of will versus nature, even though I almost immediately closed my eyes.

“So far, so good,” Christine said when she stepped back. “Do you have any complaints? Aches? Pains? Unusually shaped skin blemishes? Weak urine flow?”

I shook my head. “Not really. I’m always a little sore after work, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“That’s good,” she said while tapping away on her tablet. When she finished, she sat it down on the counter and asked, “Any trouble achieving or maintaining an erection?”

I felt as if my face had instantly burst into flames. I shook my head and grunted in the negative.

“Are you sure? That didn’t sound particularly convincing. I know it’s an uncomfortable subject, but it’s perfectly normal for a man your age, and there are effective treatments.”

“Nope. Everything’s good down there,” I said while avoiding eye contact.

“Hmm ... I should probably take a look,” the doc said.

Shit. Shit. Fucking shit! I thought in an embarrassed panic. It only got worse when she grabbed the gown I was wearing and started pulling it up. As short as that gown was, I was dangling in the wind in less than a second. What she did next caused my breath to catch in my chest. She reached out, cradled my thankfully limp cock in her hand, and lifted it.

I cut my eyes toward my wife, expecting a protest, or at least a concerned look in response to the unorthodox examination. When I noticed she was smiling, I turned toward her. She had put the clipboard down, and she was caressing her breasts through her top.

When I looked back at Christine, she was wearing a sultry, knowing smile. Her fingers curled around my cock and she said, “Let’s just see whether this gets hard or not.”

I groaned as blood rushed between my legs, rapidly swelling my cock in her hand. She let out a moan that my wife echoed, and I glanced at Jackie again to see her rubbing between her legs. She’d tricked me, but I was perfectly content to be fooled with the sexy doctor squeezing my rising erection.

Christine moaned again and began stroking once I was hard enough. “Well, you certainly seem to be responding normally. No discomfort?”

“No, that feels incredible,” I said in a low, quiet voice.

“Good. You certainly are getting hard. Mmm, so hard. I should get a better look, though.”

I grinned as she sank down to her knees in front of me. I looked over to see my wife had tugged her skirt up, and she was unabashedly playing with her pussy through her panties. There was a very visible dark spot where her wetness was soaking through the cotton.

I looked back down to see Christine’s tongue snake out and glide up my shaft. It bounced energetically, and I growled in pleasure.

“Mmm hmm. Mmm hmm,” the sexy doctor moaned as she gave me a thorough tongue bath.

I put my hand on the back of her head and stroked her hair, which felt unexpectedly soft beneath my palms.

“Suck it,” Jackie said in a breathless voice.

I looked over at my wife, and was hardly surprised to see that she’d yanked her panties aside, and she was enthusiastically masturbating while she watched Christine lick my cock.

The doc tugged down on my erection, and I focused my attention back on her. She swirled her tongue a couple of circles around the swollen head, and then parted her lips.

“Holy fucking shit,” I growled as she engulfed me in her hot mouth. The contrast of our skin where her lips and fingers were wrapped around me was exhilarating. She must have earned a P.H.D. in sucking cock as well, because she was taking me deep and fast from the get-go. The sound of my wife’s whimpers mingled with Christine’s moans, the pop of my cockhead sliding in and out of her lips, and the sound of her sucking hard.

Christine pulled away with a gasp. A strand of saliva dangled between her full lips and my twitching cock, while another had broken and hung from her lower lip. She licked her lips and said, “It certainly feels completely engorged to me. I would like a second opinion, though.”

Jackie took her cue, rose from her seat, and joined the doctor on her knees in front of me.

“Yeah, baby,” I said when her lips slid down around me. The familiar, wonderful feeling of her sucking my cock was combined with the rare novelty of her doing it while it was coated in another woman’s saliva. I grabbed a fistful of her brunette locks.

“Whew,” Christine said while fanning a hand next to her face. “Is it getting hot in here for anyone else?” The look on her face said that the double entendre was absolutely intentional.

“So hot,” I answered.

I divided my attention between my wife’s head bobbing between my legs and Christine unbuttoning her lab coat. She shrugged it off and tossed it aside, giving me an even better view of those huge breasts straining at the material of her top. She didn’t stop there. She slipped her fingers between the button holes, and gave a yank.

“Fuck yeah,” I said as buttons clattered across the floor and her bra-clad breasts burst free. I reached behind me, and managed to snag one of the ties of the robe.

Another yank tore her top the rest of the way open, and it soon landed with a soft whump on the floor. She wasted no time in pushing the straps down off her shoulders, and popping the clasp of her bra. I tugged the last bow on my back undone, and dispensed with the robe without taking my eyes off her.

My wife and I both moaned. Christine had big, dark nipples surrounded by soda-can sized areolas. She hefted the heavy globes, gave them a jiggle for me, and then asked my wife, “So, what do you think?”

Jackie slurped back to the tip and said, “It’s just as big, and hard, and delicious as ever.”

“Let me have another taste,” the doctor asked.

My wife nodded, but before letting Christine wrap her lips around me, she pressed hers to the doctor’s instead. I grabbed one of the doctor’s heavy breasts while Jackie cradled the other. The two engaged in a passionate, tongue-wrangling kiss. When their lips parted, Jackie took my cock in hand and offered it to Christine. She was quick to accept.

I watched my wife quickly strip off her own top and bra, unveiling breasts that were every bit as big and beautiful as the doctor’s. She then moved back in next to Christine. The doctor gave me an agonizingly long, delightfully slow suck back to the tip before letting me go with an audible pop.

I filled one hand with Christine’s dark globe, and the other with Jackie’s pale one. I squeezed and fondled those wonderful tits while they both licked me up and down from opposite sides. They licked, kissed, and suckled me in a dual assault that had me squirming. Jackie hunched down, tongued my balls, and licked her way back to the tip. As soon as her tongue reached the head and suckled it, Christine mimed her. Then my wife repeated the journey, with the doctor’s tongue slathering my balls before Jackie’s had left them.

They met in a kiss with the head of my cock between them, and then another unobstructed by my swollen glans.

Christine’s eyebrows lifted, and Jackie nodded.

My wife pulled on my legs, encouraging me to slip off the exam table. When I did, she started knee-walking, and turning me at the same time. When her back was against the exam table, she reached up and grabbed my arms, guiding me to bend over.

I started to, but then the sound of a rubber glove snapping over a hand caused me to stand bolt upright and snap my gaze to the doctor.

“Relax,” Jackie admonished me from down between my legs. “Yes, we’re here to play, but this is also a real checkup, and there’s a test you’re due for.”

“Oh fuck,” I muttered under my breath as my butthole clenched.

Christine picked up a bottle of lubricant and began drizzling it over her latex-covered fingers. “I promise I’ll be gentle, and it will be over before you know it.”

“I doubt that,” I scoffed.

“Well, I’ll give you something else to think about,” Jackie said. “Now bend over.”

I didn’t have a lot of choice, because my wife squeezed my balls with just enough pressure to provide a warning, and once again grabbed an arm. I bent over with a sad groan, and rested my head on my folded arms atop the exam table. Jackie’s tongue flickering over my cock did indeed provide a distraction, and rapidly replaced the little bit of steel I’d lost in trepidation over what was about to happen.

Nevertheless, my ass puckered like a steel trap when Christine’s bare hand settled on my buttock.

The doctor spread my cheeks, and my wife wrangled the head of my cock between her lips with her tongue. While Jackie gave me an amazing headjob, I felt Christine’s slippery - and chilly - finger press against the iris of my ass. The cold wasn’t helping my brown eye relax at all, but Christine began swirling her finger over the pucker. The lubricant slowly warmed, and despite knowing what the next step was, the sensation of her teasing my back door caused my cock to throb in my wife’s mouth.

The doctor let me enjoy it for a few seconds, which caused me to relax. She timed it perfectly, and a shamefully high-pitched grunt burst from my lips when her finger pushed into my ass. She knew what she was doing, and found my prostate almost immediately. When the initial frightening shock wore off, I felt an unexpected surge of novel pleasure from the finger skillfully exploring me.

Jackie moaned - the sound full of delight - and sucked me harder. A growl rumbled in my throat as the pleasure swelled even stronger. My wife wrapped a hand around my cock to hold me in place as it throbbed hard from the doctor’s ministrations.

Then, as she had promised, it was over before I knew it. In fact, I felt a little disappointed.

Christine said, “All done. Perfectly normal, and no need for concern.”

My wife let me slip from between her lips and said, “Good boy. That made you leak so much. It tasted so good. Admit it. You liked it.”

My grunt, which was supposed to indicate no, rang hollow in even my own ears.

“You’re not fooling anybody,” the doctor said as she removed her glove and disposed of it in the biohazard container. She gave my ass a light smack and said, “You can get up now.”

The sound of a zipper coming undone a moment later gave me a good reason to do so. I stood up and watched Christine kick off her shoes. Then she pushed, and her skirt slithered down her legs to reveal a pair of cream-colored, sexily cut panties. At the same time, my wife moved out from between me and the exam table. I could see Jackie wriggling out of her own skirt in my peripheral vision, but my attention was on the doctor hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her panties.

I sighed as she pushed them down, revealing a triangle of thick black curls on her mound. She bent over while pushing the panties down her legs, giving me a wonderful view of those big tits dangling and swinging with her movements. She kicked her panties away, and then parted both the curls and her nether lips to show me the sweet, glistening pink within.

Christine sauntered to the exam table while my wife - now nude as well - stepped in to stand beside me. The doctor hopped up onto the table, reclined on the crinkling paper, and spread her legs wide.

My mouth was watering, and I was ready to dive in, but the doctor crooked a finger and beckoned me to her. Jackie giving me a push in the direction set my feet in motion. Christine lifted an arm and pulled me down into a kiss. Her lips were just as sweet as the ones I’d originally planned to kiss.

When she whimpered into the kiss and leaned her head back to gasp, I saw what had caused it out of the corner of my eye. Jackie had her face buried in the doctor’s hairy pussy, and she was eagerly devouring it.

“Taste good?” I asked while enjoying the rare treat of watching my wife go down on another woman.

She answered with a sharp, muffled moan.

Christine moaned loud and long, and then said, “Come here.”

I was all too happy to comply when she guided me to her breast. I tongued her stiff nipple, which was as big around and as long as the tip of my pinky. Then I reached across her body to squeeze and tease the other soft swell.

My wife slurped and lapped feverishly, causing Christine to writhe on the table, which set off a loud crinkling from the paper. I switched back and forth between the doctor’s delightful nipples, sometimes sucking them hard enough to pull the dark areolas between my lips as well. Christine’s hand rested on the back of my head, keeping me hovering over her chest - as if I needed any encouragement in that regard. The doctor whimpered, moaned, and yelped as her pleasure mounted.

Christine’s back arched up from the table after a minute or so of the dual assault, pushing my face tight against her breast. Her professional tone slipped a little when she said, “Ah, shit! You’re licking that pussy so good.”

My wife answered with actions, rather than words, stepping up the intensity of her flickering tongue and sucking lips.

I let go of her nipple just long enough to say, “Come all over her face.”

The doctor let out a squeal, and then demanded. “Suck it. Harder. Eat that pussy.”

I did exactly as she asked, sucking for all I was worth, squeezing the nub with my lips, and slathering it with my tongue. The next time I looked down to enjoy the show of my wife between the doctor’s legs, I saw her push two fingers into Christine’s canal.

“Oh lord! Oh my lord!” Christine cried not long after. “Don’t stop. Gonna come. Gonna come. I...” Her next breath emerged as a warbling scream.

Her body bucked, and her fingers clawed at the back of my head, once again squishing my face into her wonderful tits. Her other hand snapped to the edge of the exam table, and ripped off a substantial chunk of paper that ended up trapped in the grip of her clawed hand. She sucked in a ragged breath and screamed again.

Though I couldn’t see it from my position squished into the doctor’s breasts, I knew my wife was keeping the pressure on from the excited - slightly evil - moans emerging from between Christine’s legs. The doc kept bucking, thrashing, and clawing from the orgasmic energy ripping through her. I rode it out with a smile in my warm, comfortable nest.

She settled with a long, violent quiver when Jackie eased off her assault. A few seconds later, her grip on me relaxed enough for me to lift up from her chest. Christine was gasping for air, and a light sheen of sweat made her face glow.

My wife moaned, and I looked over to see her licking her lips. Her face was covered in pussy juice. She beckoned me with her eyes, and then drew me into a passionate kiss. The scent of Christine’s arousal and the tang of her juices on Jackie’s lips made me growl into that kiss. I dipped down to lap more off my wife’s chin, kissed her again, and then put my tongue to work seeking more of the bittersweet nectar.

Jackie turned my head and whispered into my ear, “You can have all you want in a minute when it’s your turn to lick that pussy and make her scream.”

“Oh my god,” Christine said in a low, drawn out groan. I saw a shiver ripple through her. The nest of curls between her legs was slicked back away from her nether lips, which twitched from the contractions of her intimate muscles.

My wife gave my cock a quick caress, and then sauntered to the head of the exam table, where she leaned over to kiss the gorgeous doctor. Their hands roamed, and I let mine glide over Christine’s smooth thighs as well.

“Ready for more?” Jackie asked.

Christine chuckled and said, “Damn. Give me a minute. I’m still out of breath.” Her eyes lit up when she said that, and she asked Jackie, “Fetch something for me?”

My wife nodded.

“Grab my tablet and the Oximeter out of the top right drawer. It looks like a big ring with a display screen.”

Jackie went to the drawer first, and held up something. When Christine nodded, my wife grabbed the tablet and brought both over.

The doctor said, “Slide that over his finger. This one is designed for stress tests, and it records the data in the app.” She looked over at me and said, “It can’t hurt to see what your numbers look like when you’re excited, or getting a workout.”

“Oh, he’s going to get a workout,” Jackie said as she approached me.

Christine tapped on her tablet, while my wife slid the meter on my finger. It was a little bulky, but it didn’t feel as if it was going to fall off or get in the way all that much. Jackie had wisely put it on my off hand, so the fingers of my dominant hand were free.

The doctor handed Jackie back the tablet. “Put it on the counter. It’s running, so we’ll have a good range of numbers.”

I was starving for that pussy by that point, so I moved my hand a little closer to the prize on the next caress. Christine let out an encouraging moan, and more importantly spread her legs in invitation.

My wife said, “Get in there, baby. But take your time and enjoy it. I want her to be able to concentrate for a while.”

The reason why she wanted the doctor to have her wits about her was plain to see when Jackie slid a stool over next to the exam table. I leaned in and filled my lungs with Christine’s musk while I watched my wife mount the table. I took my first lick of that hairy pussy while watching Jackie straddle the doctor’s face.

My wife had already made a furrow through the kinky curls, so I delved right in. I pressed my tongue deep, and growled from the unique tang of Christine’s abundant juices coating my tongue. I could feel her pussy lips contracting from my touch. I let the tip of my tongue barely brush her clit before dipping back down.

Christine moaned into my wife’s pussy when I pushed my tongue as deep into her canal as I could. I wiggled my tongue around, gathering up her pussy juice, and then started tongue fucking her.

“Whatever you’re doing, keep it up,” Jackie encouraged me. “But don’t get her so excited that she can’t pay attention to what she’s doing.”

That drew a sad moan from the doctor.

My wife said, “Oh, don’t worry. As soon as I come all over your face, I’m going to turn him loose on that pussy.”

Jackie’s squeal a moment later hinted that Christine was very ready for that sequence of events.

I wiggled my tongue up the doctor’s folds to the apex, and gave her clit a stiff lap. Her hips lifted, but I pulled away to tongue her labia. When I glanced up, it encouraged me to push on Christine’s bent knees. That gave my tongue easy access to the doctor’s sweet pussy, while allowing me to enjoy the sight of my wife squirming on her tongue.

Jackie moaned and gasped - her head lolling this way and that - as the doctor pushed her pleasure higher. My wife’s sexy ass slowly gyrated beyond the big, quivering mounds of Christine’s breasts. I tickled and teased the doctor’s need, slowly increasing the speed, pressure, and attention to her clit. Christine’s hips frequently lifted, seeking more, and pressed my face into the kinky curls surrounding her pussy.

I knew my wife well, and the sound of her deep, loud gasp was an unmistakable signal. Sure enough, her hips moved faster - more erratically - and whimpers began tumbling from her lips.

I paused in my tongue bath of Christine’s pussy just long enough to say, “Come for her, baby.”

Jackie cried, “Oh god! Yes!”

The sweet serenade of my wife’s whimpers going up and down in pitch and coming faster let me know she was on the edge. I slowed my tongue, enjoyed the show, and saw the telltale tensing of her muscles in a sudden jolt that was accompanied by her voice going silent. A moment later she lurched as if she’d been cracked like a whip, and screamed in sweet release.

My wife twitched and jerked as she came. Her breaths were rapid, loud whimpers. I could just hear Christine’s moan, and saw the doctor grip my wife’s thighs, holding her in position so she could keep licking her pussy. I held out as long as I could, which was about as long as it took the first acute pang of my wife’s orgasm to fade in preparation for a second bout of beautiful agony.

I drew Christine’s clit and dark chocolate folds between my lips while simultaneously thrusting two fingers into her canal.

A shocked yelp burst from the doctor’s lips and she screamed, “S-s-shit!”

I growled, sucked her clit hard, and worried it with my tongue. My fingers plunged into her, curling up to her G-spot on every stroke. I shook my head back and forth, adding another dimension of stimulation. I could hear my wife still coming even as Christine screamed in her throat with a mouth full of pussy.

It wasn’t long after when a sharp, pained whimper from my wife coincided with Christine venting her pleasure in an unbridled scream. I didn’t need to look to know that Jackie had yanked her pussy away from the doctor’s mouth. Christine crushed her pussy against my lips, but I hardly needed the push to keep the pressure on. The heat and discomfort caused by her bush scraping against my skin didn’t discourage me either.

Christine’s cries took on an increasingly desperate edge as the seconds passed. A furious buck of her hips dug my chin into her thigh and pulled her clit from my lips with a loud slurp. She responded with a weepy-sounding, “Nooo!”

I quickly dug the fingers of my free hand into her thigh and latched back on. The sudden lack of stimulation followed by the resumption of pleasure was the trigger that set her off. Christine squealed and her thighs slammed against my ears as she came. My cock launched into an enthusiastic dance because the squeeze of her canal around my fingers promised an even tighter squeeze to come.

I rode the doctor’s bucking body - still savagely sucking her clit and delighting in the muffled sounds I could hear her making. A drop of Christine’s pussy juice rolled over the curve of my chin, and started moving toward my neck. I would have been perfectly content to keep sucking her pussy and making her come for a lot longer, but her throes causing her to kick me hard in the chest put the kibosh on that. My mouth opened in a stunned grunt, and her curled-toed foot shoved hard against me.

I barely got my face out of the way before her thighs snapped together like a steel trap.

When I straightened, I licked my lips and watched Christine writhing on the table with my wife still trembling atop her. Christine’s feet were slipping off the end of the exam table, so I cupped my palms beneath them to give her some extra stability.

The two sexy women slowly settled, though Christine was still gasping for breath. Her voice languid with satisfaction, my wife said, “Oh my god, baby.”

“Come hard?” I asked.

Jackie answered, “Uh huh.”

At the same time, Christine responded with a squeaky, “Yes.”

The two women made eye contact and broke out into weak laughter.

Still shaken by lingering chuckles, my wife stuck her left arm out to the side and said, “Help.”

I moved next to her, helped her place her foot on the stool, and then lift her other leg over the doctor, who was settling into the afterglow of her orgasm. Jackie’s knees were still a little unsteady, so she sank down to sit on the stool in front of me. At eye level with it, she could see the pre-cum I’d leaked while eating Christine’s pussy.

I growled when she wrapped her fingers around me, pulled me close, and sucked up the clear dribbles.

By the time my head slipped from between Jackie’s lips, Christine had recovered enough to mutter, “Damn, your man knows how to eat a pussy.”

My wife chuckled and said, “Just wait until he shoves this cock in you.”