The last patient of the day is a uni volleyball player. Although nothing untoward has happened, yet...
"FUUUUCKKK baby that feels so good. I'm so close. uh uh yeah baby. I'm cuuuummmming," Sarah screamed from her back as she came for a 3rd time. On top of her, her husband Ben leaned over her while slowly sliding his 8 inch cock in and out. She was cooing lightly, enjoying the orgasm she just had. His dick was slick with his wife's juices and moved in and out with ease.
"God, Ben. You're so good to me. What does my baby want?"
"Flip over", Ben said huskily. Sarah dutifully did, knowing it was Ben's favorite position to finish. She grabbed a pillow and wedged it under her hips while Ben positioned himself behind her, guiding his cock into her already stretched pussy.
Ben leaned forward on his right hand, while his left hand grabbed side of his wife's waist. Slowly at first to give his wife time to adjust to the new position, but building speed. Pulling his cock back until it was barely in, then thrusting as deep as he could, giving a little extra push which made his wife wince and moan in equal measure. It didn't take long at this rhythm to feel the familiar build-up of tension.
"I'm cuming babe", he groaned out. "oohhh owww, don't pull out", was Sarah's reply.
"uuuuuggghhhhhh, shit", Ben cried out as he collapsed on his wife's back. He laid there for a minute, both breathing heavily before he slowly rolled off.
"Do you still have to go to the gym after that workout, babe?", Sarah asked while still enjoying the orgasm.
Ben reached over and kissed his wife of 7 years on the forehead. "I'll consider it my cardio for the day, but these pecs have to grow to keep you still wanting me," came the reply.
"mmmm you don't have to worry about that" she said as she curled up and fell back asleep.
It was a rare day that his wife woke up early enough for morning sex. What a great start to the day! He got up from the hed, feeling the hard, cold tile on his feet as he walked to the bathroom to clean the mingled sex juices from his now flaccid cock. Standing 5'9 190lbs, 31 years old, Ben was a trim guy that, while you could see he worked out, would never be confused for a body builder. He looked in the mirror, tousled his brown hair and gave a little pec dance as he smirked.
After changing, working out, and showering, Ben made his way to work as a physiotherapist dealing mostly with athletes from the local uni. The day was normal enough and nearing lunch. Up next was a retired tennis pro who hit on him relentlessly during their sessions. Judy was her name, 55 years old, slim, blonde hair, and brown eyes. Her proportions were far different from his wife's hourglass figure. Small tits that still somehow managed to show cleavage, and a very firm ass that she maintained with a mix of Pilates and coaching the youth team in town. Lower back and hip pain were the complaints, though he wondering how much of their visits were for the teasing she gave him. The sessions usually started with a sport massage of her lower back, followed by some exercises meant to help engage her already firm gluteal muscles. As good-looking and forward as she was, Ben didn't find it too hard to rebuff her advances. When he didn't return the more overt flirts, Judy would blame it on all the co-eds she saw visiting the small clinic.
That wasn't it either, not entirely. There were definitely some girls that made it harder to be professional; but he was a professional and not a cheater. That didn't mean he didn't have the occasional fantasy. The slip of a hand that was met with a look of longing and turned into more, or the exercises that caused an awkward position to lead onward. But that's all they would ever be.
"Right there, Ben. Your hands are magical. They make me feel better in all the right places", Judy said slyly. Ben looked around to make sure none of his colleagues heard. If they did, they didn't let on.
"When will you let me pay you to do a house visit?" Judy pleaded as she got up from the table.
"That's sweet of you to ask, again, but the company policy is pretty strict", was his reply, again.
"It can be another of our little secrets", was her reply with a glint in her eye and a look down to Ben's crotch. He blushed, catching the obvious meaning in how she said it. During the exercises, she would ask if she was doing everything correctly, sometimes asking that get behind her and show her how to squat, or how could she know her gluteals were firing unless his hand was on them. He navigated the situation as best he could and said good-bye as their session ended.
"I don't envy you", Bethany said as he went to the front desk computer to click "finish session".
"What do you mean?", he replied knowing full well what she referred too.
"You can't let your guard down for a moment with her. You are the example in dealing with some of the pushier people", she said with a slight smile.
"Thanks", he said with a shake of the head. "Time for lunch".
The afternoon saw a few regulars, one new patient. The last patient of the day, and of the clinic was Viv, a volleyball player in her last year at uni. She requested the last appointment due to school and practice. Today, he was staying a few minutes later than usual to accommodate the request. Being her last appointment, it would run a little long with an exit physical. An outside hitter on the court, Viv had all the dimensions needed to excel at the position. She was a redhead, stood 5'11 with thick legs. If he had to guess, and he had, Ben would say she was a high B-cup. She had started physio 4 months ago after a particularly bad landing off a block. She was referred by the team's setter, Trish. She was almost the polar opposite of Viv. Dark black hair, 4'10, slender build, but with c-cup tits. She finished her physio a few weeks ago. They often scheduled sessions together, towards the end of the day, and were a joy to work with. There were a few moments that made Ben wonder if there was any attraction, but nothing overt. He had the odd fantasy of one or both of them, but kept it strictly professional and cool during sessions. With their good looks, bubbly personalities, and the openness in how they talked, they were the type you got warned about in school.
Viv showed up on time as usual, sporting a long dark blue skirt and a tight fitting white top that reminded Ben of a tennis player. She held an energy drink in one hand which she offered to Ben saying, "I don't think I need more caffeine, and I know how tired you get at the end of the day, we can't have that on my last day!".
"Thanks, but today should be pretty routine," Ben replied as he took a drink. There was a chalky texture that made him screw up his face.
"Oh sorry, I had practice earlier and added creatine to it," Viv said when she saw his reaction.
With a shrug, Ben downed the rest of it. Bethany checked her in, but looked concerned.
"Do you have a parent or your coach with you?", she asked. Company policy required another person be in the building when a therapist was working with a member of the opposite sex.
"Mum should be by any second", she said.
As if on cue, a car pulled up in the west parking lot. Bethany looked out and though partially blinded by the setting sun, saw a female waving her hand.
"Ok, great. It was a pleasure working with you, Viv. Best of luck the rest of the season. Ben, I'll lock the front door but leave it ajar. My car is out back."
"Thanks, Beth. See you tomorrow", Ben replied absently. "Take a seat, Viv. Any changes or are you ready for the exit physical?", Ben asked as he sat in the stool at the foot of the treatment table.
"I'm ready for you, Ben" Viv said in the way she does that made Ben wonder if there was some subtle context.
The beep from the back door opening and closing sounded, alerting Ben to the fact they were now alone.
As Viv jumped up on the table, the front door opened. It wasn't Viv's mom, but Trish. Surprised, Ben turned to look at Viv. Directly in his line of site was Viv's mostly shaved pussy. She was leaning back on the table with her legs spread, wearing no panties. His jaw could not have dropped any lower.
"wha. uh. huh?", was all he could mutter.
Trish's laugh sounded from behind him as he felt her hands on his traps. "That look was priceless, Viv."
Bewildered, he looked over his shoulder at Trish as she planted a firm, longing kiss on his lips. One hand slid down his shoulders to caress his chest while the other moved up his neck to his cheek. She held him for a brief second before letting go and walking to stand beside Viv, who had been watching.
"It's so cute how you're still trying process this", Trish said as she slid her hand to the inside of Viv's thigh.
"I had wanted to show you how much I appreciate all your hard work before, but Bethany never gave me the fucking chance. When I told Viv here", and her hand slid up her thigh to the outside of Viv's exposed pussy, "I found she had the same thought".
Ben couldn't help but turn and watch as Trish's fingers started circling Viv's mostly shaven, light-orange pussy. Viv was clearing enjoying it as she bit her lip and threw her head back.
"And while you were always so professional and such a gentleman, it was easy to tell you wanted both of us just as much", Trish purred.
Ben blushed but couldn't deny it. Not with the election that was starting to show in his light grey slacks.
"So we came up with this plan. We're going to give you the time of your lift", she said while simultaneously sliding her middle finger deep into Viv's glistening snatch.
"Hhhhmmmmm that feels great. Can't wait until it's you inside me, Ben", Viv moaned.
"But. I. Uh. We. I mean, I can't ", Ben stammered.
Trish took her finger out of Viv, licked them, and put on a very earnest pout face.
Flushed, Viv said up wearing the same pouting face.
"Don't pretend this isn't a fantasy of yours. We want nothing more than to give it to you", and with the last word she got up from cushioned treatment table and walked over to put her foot up on Ben's knee, giving him a close-up view of her wetness and bringing the scent of lust to his nose.
In that moment, Ben's mind was being assaulted. The sight of the moist, tight, young pussy. The smell of her juices. The look on her face. The inner turmoil he was facing. He didn't want to cheat on his wife. They were happy, there love life was good-albeit vanilla, and he loved her deeply. But his body was clearly wanting and his mind was racing with rationalizations. Before he could make up his mind, Trish made it up for him.
She had made her way to him while he was distracted by Viv's hiked up skirt, flaunting her nakedness. Trish grabbed hold of Ben's strained cock through his pants. He gave out a moan that sounded more like a whimper. As if in defeat, his lips met Viv's as she pushed her hips forward.
"Oh fuck, I've been waiting for this all day", Viv said in reply.
Ben loved going down on his wife. But he didn't get do it more than twice a year because his wife said it made her feel self-conscious. His hesitation gone, he wasted no time in getting his lips and tongue working.
"Damn he's good" breathed Viv as Ben's hand came up from underneath, grabbed her ass and pulled himself deeper into her.
Trish had unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.
"Mhm now that's a good looking dick. Veiny just like your arms" and she bent down to give it a kiss.
The surprise made Ben break his concentration momentarily. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes briefly as Trish's kiss became a sucking. When be opened his eyes, Viv had her pout face plastered on her face again.
"I guess I shouldn't be greedy, this is about you after all ", she said as she moved her foot off his thigh.
Both girls started taking Ben's clothes off. Viv his shirt, Trish his pants and boxers.
"That's better", said Viv.
"Not quite", replied Viv as she turned to Trish. Looking back at Ben, Viv stuck her ass out and bent over to expose her pussy, meanwhile pulling down Trish's skirt and panties. With a smirk, Trish said, "my turn" and began pulling Viv's shirt over her head. Ben hadn't realized Viv wasn't wearing a bra until her tits became free. A giggle escaped both girls lips as they took turns slowly taking off their remaining clothes. Ben wasn't even conscious that his hand had moved toward his crotch and he was slowly stroking himself.
"As hot as it is watching you jerk off to us, we came here to thank you. So, tell us what you want", Viv said while biting her lip.
The part of him that had eagerly lapped up Viv's pussy had receded slightly. He was falling back to the bewildered, unsure, slightly shy physio when he stammered, "Uh, i guess. Er, can you..."
"NO! Tell us what to do" exclaimed Trish and she grabbed Ben's cock, hard.
Ben had never been in a sub/Dom relationship or anything that would be anywhere close. Sure, he had briefly choked his wife a time or two during sex, but that was it. Yet here he was, being told by this short, little raven-haired beauty to do what he wanted.
The thought tore away whatever reservations he had.
"Get on the table on your hands and knees. I want to taste you", he barked to her.
"Oooo yes sir", Trish said with a shake of her tight little ass.
"Don't tell me you forgot about me", pleaded Viv.
"You're going to sit at the head of the table and rub yourself while I watch from behind Viv", Ben said even as he pulled the stool closer to where Trish knelt with her bubbly little ass high in the air. From behind, he wrapped his hands around her legs to grab the front her thighs. He used the leverage to dive his tongue into her pussy and his nose into her ass. He had never tried anal. In fact, the rare times he got to eat his wife out were never from behind because he didn't like the idea of being nose deep in her ass. But this was different. Her smell and taste, combined with the situation was amazing. He pulled back a little and dove both in again. And again. And again. Trish was letting out soft grunts every time he made contact.
On the last one, he stayed there with his tongue in her snatch and wrapped his lips around as much of her as he could. He sucked hard as he flicked his tongue up and down.
Trish's upper half collapsed to the table. Her cheek now pressed against the cushion, She reached up and vigorously played with her tits, about ready to come.
"Fuck that is so hot. God, Trish, he is so into this. How many times have you thought about doing this to her?"
Viv and Ben's eyes were locked as she talked dirty to him, all the while rubbing herself hard.
"Ugh, I'm so jealous. It felt so good when he ate mine. Damn, your wife is lucky!
Not even the mention of his wife could deter him. He was ravenous, so many fantasies coming true at once.
"She's going to cum so hard, Ben", Viv said between her own strokes
"Uh huh. Uh huh. Ahhh.", and with that Trish reached out, grabbed a hold of Viv's thigh and came.
Ben had to work to keep his pace amidst the wild bucking, but he knew Viv was close too. He looked her in the eyes with an expression of animal lust and desire he didn't know he possessed.
"Oh FUCkk!" screamed Viv as she came.
Ben finally released his grip and stood up. He walked to the side of the table Trish was facing and half-flopped, half-slapped his swollen cock down on her cheek. Taking the cue, She obediently opened her mouth, grabbed his dick and pulled him in...