THE S£X CHRONICLES — 100 WAYS TO SIN

OPEN MARRIAGE, OPEN LEGS 4

Emma

I never expected I would be f*****g a stranger, let alone my patient.

My heart was slamming against my ribs as I stood there completely naked in the middle of the VIP room. Nathan’s eyes moved over my body like he was starving.

I felt shy all of a sudden, like some inexperienced girl instead of a thirty-two-year-old married mother of two. My hands trembled at my sides. My p***y was already dripping down my inner thighs. I took one slow step toward the bed, then another, feeling the cool hospital floor under my bare feet and the weight of what I was about to do pressing down on me.

I reached the side of the bed and slowly lifted the edge of his hospital gown. His c**k sprang free, thick and heavy, the head already glistening. It was half-hard when I first touched it, but the second my fingers wrapped around the base it twitched and started to swell. I leaned down, my heavy breasts brushing against his thigh, and took him into my mouth.

The taste of him was warm and slightly salty. I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue around the head. He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his body. I felt him growing thicker and harder inside my mouth, stretching my lips wider as blood rushed into him. I moaned around his c**k and sucked even harder, bobbing my head, taking him deeper until he hit the back of my throat.

“f**k, Nurse Emma,” he groaned, voice rough and amazed. “I haven’t felt like this before. Where have you been all my life?”

His words hit something deep inside me. A rush of heat flooded my chest and between my legs. I sucked harder, choking myself on him, saliva dripping down his shaft and onto his balls. My eyes watered but I didn’t stop. I needed this. I needed to feel him throb and grow because of me. My p***y clenched with every wet gluck of my throat around him. I had forgotten what it felt like to make a man lose control like this.

Nathan’s hand tangled gently in my hair. “That’s it… just like that. You’re going to make me c*m down your throat if you keep sucking like that.”

I pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting my lips to his now rock-hard c**k. I climbed onto the bed, straddling him, my soaked p***y hovering right above his thick length. I looked down at him, breathing fast, and sank down slowly. The stretch was incredible. I moaned loud as he filled me, inch by inch, until my ass rested against his thighs and he was buried to the hilt.

“Oh my god,” he gasped, my hands bracing on his chest. “You’re so deep.”

I started riding him, rolling my hips first, then bouncing harder. My t**s bounced heavily with every downward slam. Nathan’s hands grabbed them immediately, squeezing, thumbs brushing over my hard n*****s. I lost myself on his c**k. I rode him like I was starving for it, p***y creaming all over his shaft, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the private room.

“f**k yes,” he groaned, pinching my n*****s. “Ride that d**k, nurse Emma. Cure me.”

I bounced faster, moaning louder, my head falling back. Every time I slammed down he hit that perfect spot inside me and sparks shot through my whole body.

“Ahh..Nathan…yes right there!” My c**t rubbed against his pelvis with every bounce and I could feel my orgasm building fast. I hadn’t c*m from penetration in so long. I rode him harder, chasing it, my moans turning into desperate cries.

He sat up suddenly, wrapping one arm around my back and sucking one of my n*****s into his mouth while I kept bouncing. The added sensation made me cry out. It's been a long time I c*m, Ryan never cared about my satisfaction.

“Oh f**k—I’m gonna c*m—I’m gonna c*m on your c**k—”

“Do it,” he growled against my breast. “c*m all over me.”

My orgasm crashed through me so hard my vision blurred. My p***y clenched around him in tight, rhythmic pulses, gushing wetness down his shaft and onto the sheets. I kept riding through it, moaning and shaking, tears pricking my eyes from how intense it felt.

Nathan flipped us suddenly, laying me on my back without pulling out. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and started f*****g me deep and hard. The hospital bed creaked under us. I grabbed the sheets, moaning with every brutal thrust. “Yes…harder please! Ahhh f**k me harder!”

He pounded into me, sweat dripping from his chest onto my t**s. “This p***y is so f*****g tight. So wet for me. You needed this, didn’t you?”

I nodded frantically, another orgasm building already. “Yes—God yes—I needed it so bad—”

He f****d me through my second orgasm, then pulled out and flipped me onto my hands and knees. I pushed my ass back toward him and he slammed back in, gripping my hips hard. I was a moaning mess, pushing back to meet every thrust, lost in the feeling of being truly f****d for the first time in years.

“Turn around,” he panted. “I want you in reverse cowgirl.”

I spun around, facing away from him, and sank back down onto his c**k. The new angle made him feel even deeper. I started bouncing again, hard and fast, my ass slapping against his thighs. Nathan reached around and rubbed my c**t with two fingers while I rode him. I cried out, head thrown back, t**s bouncing wildly.

“f**k Nathan…I’m cumming again…” My third orgasm hit me like a wave, my p***y spasming around him, juices dripping down his balls. He groaned loud and started thrusting up into me, meeting every bounce.

“I’m close,” he growled. “Gonna fill this married p***y up.”

I didn’t even care anymore. I bounced harder, moaning, “Yes—c*m inside me—please—”

He thrust up one final time and came hard, groaning as thick ropes of hot c*m flooded deep inside me. I felt every pulse, every spurt, and it pushed me into a smaller, trembling aftershock.

We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard. Then I slowly lifted myself off him, his c*m already leaking out of me and down my thigh. I didn’t say anything. I just climbed off the bed on shaky legs and walked into the private bathroom attached to the VIP room.

I closed the door behind me and leaned against it for a second, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My face was flushed, hair messy, lips swollen. c*m was dripping down my legs. I turned on the sink and cleaned myself quickly, wiping between my thighs, trying to wash away the evidence. My hands were still shaking. I pulled my scrubs back on, smoothed my hair as best I could, and clipped my badge back to my top.

When I stepped out of the bathroom Nathan was still lying on the bed, watching me with a satisfied smile. I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t. I grabbed my clipboard and slipped out of the room without another word.

The hallway felt too bright. My legs felt weak. I walked toward the nurses’ station like everything was normal, but inside my chest everything was twisting.

I had just f****d a stranger. A patient. On my shift. And the worst part was how good it felt.

But I still loved Ryan. I still loved my husband.

And that made me feel dirtier than anything else.