Naughty Night Nurses

by Arilyn Abbott

  "Xannie, you're a good boy," she said scratching the happy dog behind his ear. She called out, "Jeebler, are you here?" but there was no answer. She didn't expect there to be.

  She stripped her scrubs off on the way to the bathroom. She tossed them in the laundry hamper and turned on the shower.

  The hot water felt good pounding against her skin. It had been a long night. She needed to relax. A bath would be nice. Maybe later in the day. But right now, she just wanted to get the night washed off of her and fall asleep.

  As steam filled the room and hot water streamed down the curves of her body, Anna thought about the new hospitalist. The handsome, charming, goofy Dr. Patrick McDaniel. She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, imagining he was with her, his hands moving along her body, his mouth moving along her body, his body entering her body.

  After her shower, Anna walked naked from the bathroom to her bedroom. It was only now that she realized Jeebler's things were still here. She'd drag them out to the yard when she wakes up.

  Right now she was ready to drop. She needed sleep. Sleep where? In bed? In their bed? She would have to get a new bed. She didn't want to sleep in that one anymore. She didn't want to think about the life it represented.

  Anna pulled on some pajamas, grabbed a blanket and a pillow, dragged herself to the living room and curled up on the couch and instantly fell asleep.

  The doorbell rang.

  ~~~

  A door opened. On the porch of the surgery on-call house was Alex, the shaggy-haired, giant-cocked x-ray tech.

  "Alex," Vanessa was surprised. "What are you doing here?"

  She had pulled on her scrubs but she wasn't wearing anything under them. She was very conscious that her nipples had gotten hard in the cool night air. She was very aware that he could see that, that he could see the way her tits moved freely under that top. She didn't try to cover it up. She knew what he was here for.

  "You know what I'm here for," he said.

  She smirked. She knew what he was here for. She also knew that there was already another man in the house. She couldn't do this with Dean here. She didn't even know for sure that she wanted to do this at all. Risking her marriage with Dean was one thing. She trusted him. He was happily married. They had a cold war brinkmanship dynamic, the balance of power afforded by the risk of mutually-assured destruction. But if she fucked this kid, she was opening a whole new can of worms.

  She saw Alex's eyes move from her tits past her to the living room behind her. Shit, she thought.

  "Dr. Dean," he said. "You don't have your own house to sleep at?"

  She turned around and saw the doctor standing outside the bedroom wearing nothing but scrub pants. She loved his body. That man was a man.

  The doctor smiled, "What can we do for you?"

  This was a shitty situation, Vanessa thought. Both she and the doctor are married. Neither of them wanted their spouses to find out about their affair. And now this. She contemplated killing the x-ray tech, but instantly dismissed the thought as insane. She hoped Dean was clear headed enough to see a solution that didn't involve murder.

  "Vanessa and I have some private business to discuss," Alex said. "If you don't mind, we'd like to discuss it privately."

  Dean looked to Vanessa for explanation. She didn't have one. She didn't know what to do. But she knew what she wanted to do. And failing a good idea, she decided to follow through on the bad idea.

  She grabbed Alex by the shirt and pulled him into the house, closed the door, and dragged both men to the bedroom.

  She pulled off her scrub shirt, and dropped it to the floor. She dropped her loose-fitting scrub pants, and stepped out of them. She fell backwards onto the mattress on the floor.

  The two men looked at the naked nurse in front of them, then at each other, and then back at the naked nurse.

  And pounced like hungry lions.

  They kissed her body, her neck, her tits, her mouth, competing to be the best, and Vanessa just breathed it all in, drowning in the attention and affection. She rubbed the bulges in the front of their pants while they kissed her. Alex's was definitely bigger. Not to say she wasn't fond of Dr. Dean's, but she'd never taken something as big as the python in Alex's scrub pants. She knew it would hurt. She was looking forward to it.

  Hands were all over her body, caressing her skin, her curves, her insides. They took turns rubbing her soft, dripping wet pussy. Dr. Dean's fingers played expertly over her lips. Her clit, making her squirm with desire for more. Alex's fingers plunged inside of her, exploring her deeply, making her anxious in anticipation of what his other, larger digit was going to do to her. She knew he was going to destroy her. This was the hottest experience she had ever had. She was orgasming within minutes.

  Vanessa's inhibitions were gone. She pulled Alex's huge cock out of his pants and stroked it with her hand, feeling the length of it, the weight of it. It was like a baseball bat.

  She tried to wrap her mouth around it. It was fucking difficult. The head alone nearly filled her mouth. So she licked and sucked the head and the shaft. His balls. Her tongue traced every ripple and vein and fuck, she needed it in her.

  She looked up into his eyes and smirked. "You want to destroy my tight little pussy with this monster?"

  He didn't need more of an invitation. His cock headed straight to her fuck hole. He laid the length of it along her lips. She rubbed against it, painting it with slick wetness. He pushed it against her. She had been cumming continuously for minutes. It was only getting more intense. She was almost absentmindedly jerking Dr. Dean off. Her whole body wanted Alex's dick to penetrate her.

  "You want it?" he asked her. "You want this cock inside you?"

  "Fuck me, you smart ass little fuck," she purred, using her legs to pull him closer.

  He did. He pushed into her, slowly, gently, stretching her out, stretching her to her limits. He was thick. He was long. He pushed deeper into her than she knew was even possible. She couldn't even take him all the way. The more he pumped, the deeper he got, but never all the way to the hilt. She screamed and squealed in pleasure and in pain.

  She was breathless, but she was present enough not to totally neglect her main man.

  "Give me that dick to suck, daddy," she said to him. She knew he liked being called daddy, and part of her thought he probably needed his ego boosted right now, since she'd been giving so much attention to that monster cock on the x-ray tech.

  She sucked Dr. Dean's cock while Alex ruined her lady parts. After several minutes, Alex flipped her over and absolutely destroyed her from behind. She had never been fucked so hard and deep before in her life. He was using an uncomfortably large tool to do it with. She knew she was going to be sore for days. Hell, she was sore now. He was ripping her apart the right way. She was still cumming. And cumming. And cumming.

  Her mouth was wet and dripping all over Dr. Dean's cock. She may have been crying. She was sucking him off like a slut. She spat on his dick more than once and then sucked it off. She took him deep down her throat. He held her head and fucked her face like a fuck toy. She was being used like a dirty little slut. She fucking loved it.

  Dr. Dean came in her mouth. She kept sucking, coating his cock with his own cum. She kept sucking. And Alex kept pounding. She kept cumming, and when he was ready to explode, he pulled out of her. She immediately turned around, ready to take his full load on her face. He gave it to her, thick and white and hot all over her face. She snuggled his cock. She wanted to use his dick as a body pillow.

  All three fell onto the mattress in a tableau of post-coital bliss.

  This was fun, Vanessa thought, but she also felt she had finally suitably lived out her fantasy life. She resolved to quietly go back to her life with her husband. He never needed to know about any of this. She had her fun. She could be a housewife. She could do that now. She didn't feel guilty. She enjoyed it. A lot.

  ~~~

  The doorbell rang and Anna rolled off the couch.

  "
Dammit, Jeebler," she grumbled as she wrapped the blanket over her shoulders and shuffled to the door, "You know this is sleep time. We can talk about this later but I need..."

  Patrick McDaniel.

  The hospital doctor held out a vase full of sunflowers.

  "Wow," Anna said, taking the flowers from him. She pulled a card out them and read it, "Get well soon?"

  The doctor grinned sheepishly, "Vending machine at the hospital."

  "Of course," she laughed. "But you remembered my favorite flower."

  "Oh, did I?" he said, "I just closed my eyes and poked at buttons."

  "How did you know where I live?" Anna asked, "Did you just follow the rainbow? I don't have any marshmallow breakfast cereal."

  "I looked up your address in the computer."

  "That's creepy," she said.

  "I'm going to kiss you now," he said.

  "Okay," she said.

  He did.

  She didn't think she'd want him to.

  But she did.

  She took his hand and led him to the couch, where she laid him down and then nestled into his arms.

  "When we wake up," he whispers into her ear, "I want to see your scrimshaw."

  He can't see her smile, but she smiles, and relaxes in his arms.

  "Have you ever heard of the Bangor alarm clock sign?" she asked him, drifting to sleep before he answered.

  ~~~

  CHAPTER 7 – SUNRISE SYNDROME

  A nna was disoriented when she woke on her couch. Jeebler had dropped a box by the front door.

  "What the fuck, Jeebler," she said. "I'm trying to sleep."

  "Why aren't you in bed?" he said, dropping another box by the front door. He was still wearing the t-shirt and camouflage cargo shorts he'd been wearing last night when she caught him having sex with Olivia the surgery nurse in the hospital supply room.

  Xannie, their German shepherd, ran back and forth between the bedroom and the living room, trying to figure out what was going on. The little metal tag on his collar jingled all the way.

  "Because fuck you is why," she said. "Where is Patrick?"

  "What?"

  The new hospital doctor, Dr. Patrick McDaniel, had shown up at her front door after they got off work this morning, with his Irish brogue and bouquet of sunflowers. Her favorite. He let her fall asleep in his arms. It only now started to dawn on her that maybe that was just a dream. A nice dream. She'd only met him last night. It would have been insane for him come to a nurse's house, especially when they didn't even really know each other yet. But they had kind of talked about it. He might have come to check on her to make sure she was doing okay since she'd had an ugly breakup with Jeebler last night. She was pretty sure it was just a dream, probably.

  "Nothing," she said. "Nevermind. Why are you here when I told you I don't want you in my house?"

  "I'm getting my things. I'm going," he said. He sat on the couch by Anna's legs, "But babygirl, we can talk about..."

  Anna kicked Jeebler hard and knocked him to the floor, "Get the fuck off my couch. What the fuck."

  "Sorry. Fuck," he said. "You don't have to be a bitch about it."

  The reason she was sleeping on the couch was that she couldn't stand the thought of sleeping in the bed they shared for years. Anna and Jeebler had been high school sweethearts. He was her first kiss. He was her first everything. He was what fifteen year old Anna thought was a bad boy, and he had some cute boyish charms that had drawn her to him. Over time, she matured, and he didn't. The things that had attracted her to him when she was younger became increasingly repulsive to her. She stayed with him just because she'd invested so much time in him. Catching him cheating last night was the last straw. She'd told him to be moved out by the time she got home from the night shift. He wasn't.

  "Just get your shit and get out of my house," she said. "I need to sleep."

  "Okay, I'm going," he said, "But we're going to figure this out, babygirl."

  "Leave your house key on the table by the door," she said. The table where she had placed the vase of sunflowers Patrick brought her. The imaginary vase of imaginary sunflowers.

  ~~~

  Vanessa did wake up in a doctor's arms. The ER nurse had fallen asleep in two men's arms, but it looked like Alex the x-ray tech had already left. Now it was just Vanessa and Dr. Dean on the mattress on the floor of the surgery on-call house. She checked her beeper to see if she'd missed any calls from the ER. Nope, nothing. She snuggled up to the ER doctor's chest. She had to tell him she was stopping. It was hard. He felt so good. He smelled so good. He was so good.

  So she just did it.

  "Can we stop?" she asked.

  "If you need to," he said.

  "I think I do."

  "Are you okay?" he asked. He ran his fingers through her hair to push it out of her face.

  "Yeah," she said. "I am."

  He just held her. He smelled so good.

  "I love him," she said.

  "I know you do," he said. "I love her too."

  "We shouldn't be doing this to them. It isn't right."

  "We can stop," he said. "Can I ask you not to tell anyone about us?"

  "I wouldn't. You know I wouldn't.

  "What about Alex?" he asked. It was a fair question, and one she couldn't answer. Vanessa and Dr. Dean had been carrying on this affair for years and had managed to keep it secret until this morning when Alex showed up at the call house door. She didn't know how to deal with it, so she had fucked both men at the same time. It was fun. In retrospect, she couldn't see how it helped keep the secret. But it was fun.

  "I don't know," she said. "I'll talk to him."

  "What are you going to tell Charles?"

  "I don't know," she said. "Nothing. I just want to focus on being a good wife to him. He deserves that."

  "You are a good wife," Dr. Dean said. "You're a good woman."

  She tried to be. It was hard to not touch his dick.

  "I'm going to take a shower," she said.

  ~~~

  The sun was a muted glowing circle through the smoky-tinted skylight over Dr. Shane Svenssen's bedroom. The two surgery nurses had come here instead of the surgery on-call house last night.

  Olivia was naked, spread out in the middle of the surgeon's bed. A naked Kendra was draped over her. Olivia could smell bacon cooking, and coffee.

  Olivia pushed Kendra away. "Get the fuck off me, slut."

  Kendra put her arm on Olivia and Olivia flung it away.

  She did it again.

  "I'm serious, bitch," Olivia said. "I will murder you."

  Kendra's fingertips touched Olivia's hand gently and then made a lazy, meandering path up her arm, down her chest. Her fingers played lightly all over Olivia's body, now moving down her belly, now moving up her side, now moving down her thigh, teasing Olivia's skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Olivia's breath was becoming irregular.

  Kendra climbed on top of Olivia and kissed her mouth.

  "I... will...," Olivia said, kissing back between each word, "murder... you..."

  Olivia turned her head away in mock protest, exposing her neck to Kendra's mouth. Kendra kissed it.

  "Hey, bitch," Kendra whispered in Olivia's ear. Her fingertips ran down the middle of Olivia's chest, down the middle of her belly, and brushed over the mound between her thighs. "You're kinda cute. Wanna fuck?"

  "Don't fucking touch me, whore," Olivia said, closing her legs tight.

  Kendra pushed Olivia's legs open hard and held them open. Her hand rested on Olivia's pussy while she kissed Olivia's neck and shoulders. She slid her palm hard up Olivia's belly to her chest. Then rubbed and sucked Olivia's tits.

  "You like that?" Kendra asked. "Answer me. Say you like it."

  "No," Olivia said. "You're gross."

  Kendra slapped Olivia's face. "Say you like it."

  "Fuck you."

  Kendra slapped her face again. "Say you like it, bitch."

  "I like it," Olivia said, "bitch."

>   Kendra slid her fingers into Olivia's mouth and Olivia sucked on them while Kendra's mouth explored her body. Kendra took her wet fingers out of Olivia's mouth and slapped her across the face, and then put them back in. She did this several times. Olivia bit her fingers playfully. Then a little more than playfully. When she bit harder, Kendra slapped her face harder.

  Kendra's kisses and licks finally made their way to the mound between Olivia's thighs. The sheet was soaked already. Olivia was more than ready to be licked up. Kendra's lips wrapped around Olivia's lips, and she devoured her, licking and sucking the soft wet folds of her pussy.

  While still eating her out, Kendra's fingers massaged in circles on Olivia's pussy. Her fingers moved in big, rough, messy circles on the lips, and then tight, little, gentle circles on Olivia's clit. She alternated between the two so perfectly that Olivia never knew what the next second was going to be and her whole body was anticipating the changes.

  When Olivia needed it to be faster and harder, Kendra wouldn't do it. She would make her wait.

  And every time Olivia couldn't take it for a second longer, Kendra gave it to her faster and harder. She knew exactly what she was doing. And she didn't stop until Olivia was screaming and trembling. When they were done, the fucking bed was fucking soaked.

  "Do you want me to do you?" Olivia asked, still flushed and unable to catch her breath.

  Kendra climbed up to Olivia's head, and ran the tip of her tongue around Olivia's earlobe. Olivia could feel the wetness of her pussy in Kendra's breath.

  "I want," Kendra purred, "bacon."

  And she sprang from the bed and left the room, pulling a silky robe over her body as she disappeared through the doorway.

  ~~~

  CHAPTER 8 – BODY MECHANICS

  W hen Vanessa got home from the surgery on-call house, she found her husband working under a car in the garage. She sat on a toolbox on the floor beside his legs.

  "Charles," she said. She hadn't decided what she was going to say. She didn't know if she should say anything. She didn't want to hide from him anymore. Maybe she could just stop the affair and pretend like it never happened. There was no reason to hurt him. Maybe telling him would just make herself feel better. Maybe that was selfish. She had no idea what her next words were going to be.