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 all right 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 difficult, 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 errand.
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!"
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