The Good Doctor

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The situation I am in now, its wild because not only do I not know how it is going to turn out. I am not really sure I know how I want it to turn out. I really have the best of both worlds. I just turned 46, my ophthalmology practice is doing well, not just well, thriving. I finally for the first time really don’t have to worry about money. I have two good kids, Marsha and Bradley, 11 and 7, both are well behaved and do well in school. My wife Patricia is doing well in her position as an engineering consult with Conoco, and we have a great, not too big 4 bedroom, 2.5 bath two story home out in suburbia. The weather is great in North Carolina much of the time, and I recently took up running and have noticed my little middle aged paunch is receding, much like my hairline, but it is still thick where it is so with hair gel, I am a pretty decent looking guy. Not hot or handsome, but I like what I see in the mirror.

Of course, I had almost all of that, sans the running 3 years ago when I often felt so uninterested in life I actually considered offing myself. In the end having kids would always have stopped me, but I did think about it. I wasn’t depressed mind you, just completely disengaged. So what has changed? Why do I smile at the mirror now instead of frown? Because in reality only 1 thing makes a man truly content with life.

Regular sexual interaction that gets him off. Now I have that, and my stress is gone, I have pep in my step, and I find myself curious again about life. I am reading books again, I started taking an auto class at the community college to finally learn how to do minor upkeep on my own damn car, and I really enjoy it. I was always good with my hands. So what caused the change do you ask? What is the ‘catch?’ The sexual interactions are not with my wife. To tell you the truth, I think she knows. She has to have noticed the change in my attitude. She knows me well, and knows men well.

Patricia has been pretty much sexless since our son was born. When I really think back on it, she never really was all that into it. When we dated in college we didn’t consummate until our 9th date, and we never had that phase people talk about where they fuck every 10 minutes. I knew what I was even in high school, I was the slightly unathletic smart guy. Not brilliant to go to Goldman Sachs or anything, but a good brain in my head. I was normal looking, of English and French decent, and about 5′ 10″. When I first asked out Patricia who was my lab partner in zoology, she was pretty shy and introverted. She is a little less now, but it is still her base. But she is very pretty in the face. High cheekbones, close set eyes, small nose. Very classically pretty, and though the look didn’t particularly turn me on, nor did her thin figure, I knew she was probably hotter than I was ever destined to get so I hung on.

I don’t mean to come off as completely shallow, I did enjoy being with her then, and still do now. She was a big nerdy sci fi fan and we both loved Star Wars. In fact early on that was kind of what got us talking in depth the first time. I remember when the prequels came out, she and I camped over night. It is the last time I really remember her being excited WITH me. Too bad she didn’t enjoy Episode 1, it stopped her from being willing to do the overnight fanboy thing for the rest. Anyway, like I said, she wasn’t very sexual, and the sex we had from dating to marriage to kids was almost exclusively missionary. I wanted to try all kinds of things but she just seemed to almost feel like sex was a dirty thing, even in marriage. She is very, very intelligent, maybe so much so that sexual endeavors seemed mundane to her. All I really know was after she got preggo with our second child, that was it, no more instigating from her. It was all me, every time, and when she agreed to be intimate, it rarely was with anything but apathy. Lights off, missionary, and “no noise!”, or we might wake up the kids.

I personally like sex. I have found I fucking love it. Positions, rhythms, dirty talk, role play, oral, vaginal . . . . even anal. I doubt I would ever have found out those things if I didn’t take a chance on that rainy March afternoon. Then I met her, and eventually, she taught me all about sex. Was it sad that a young lady knew so much more than an older man? You may say so but I respected my wife and her lack of desire lead me to only ask when I really needed it. Sure, you can say the respect is bullshit since I am cheating on her, but really, I am not cheating on our marriage. There isn’t going to be any bastard child or messy divorce. I just . . . outsourced her sexual job to another, more willing participant. I didn’t plan it! I didn’t. I had no idea she was coming to interview. I didn’t know she was going to take it upon herself. I just thought she was a great girl who deserved some good luck for a change. I guess you really do get back what you put out there.
Ok, Jesus, I gotta focus, just thinking about her starts to make it hard to concentrate. You know, that is truly what has driven me wild over her. Yes, yes, she is hot as fuck, totally my type and one amazing fuck, but that is still just sex, sex can be totally physical. But with her, it is an emotional release as well, I just lose myself in the sensation of the orgasms she gives me. Not to mention, I like who I am when I am with her. I am excited and engaged and curious and extroverted and expressive and passionate. I enjoy being a passionate person, and its good for me, my business and my family life. Again, you can say it is wrong, but my wife just does not want it. I need it to feel whole. How can it be wrong if everyone is happier? I really do think she knows, and doesn’t say a word, she still has the home, the career the good money and kids and no longer has to put up with my libido. It’s win/win, right?

So back to that March day. Suzanne had been my front desk gal forever. Annie was my assistant and there was me. I did consults for lasik on Monday, procedures Tuesday, we were closed on Wednesday and then Thursday and Friday I did traditional vision care, exams, glasses, contacts, all that stuff. Now Suzanne had just gotten married and her husband was in some military outfit, I am not sure which, kind of behind the scenes stuff, and he had suddenly announced to her that they were moving to Maryland. I was sad to see her go but started interviewing right away. Actually Suzanne was interviewing since she knew the job so well and was going to narrow it down to two or three and I would pick from those. She had interviewed two that day and had just headed home for the night. Annie had left a half hour ago and I was just finishing the quickbooks for the week when there was a tap on the glass door of the office. My office was a suite in a office building, on the second floor.

She waved at me with a smile from the door. I figured she was a customer who had gotten there appointment mixed up, as we opened and closed two hours later on Fridays. It was hard to really see her face through the silk screened frosty eye and name design on the door, but her long dark brown, almost black hair was noticeable. I had always liked brunettes, and had even tried talking Patricia into dyeing her hair, but she never would. I saw her eyes as I got to the door. She had those bedroom eyes that melt any man. Some women thing it is big tits or a tight ass that gets hot women what they want. Nope, that shit is just fun to look at, what makes you give a woman things or go above and beyond for a cutie you don’t know is the eyes. Big, wet, wide-eyed, with deep colors, and the proper mascara, lashes and liner to accentuate them; bedroom eyes. I think it is because they look very honest, and also because they carry all the time the look a woman gets when you are inside her and she likes it. That is when any woman can do it, but some lucky girls, they are born with them and they never stop having that look. Those are the eyes with over the shoulder can make any man consider cheating.

As I opened the door she had a tight lipped smile, cracked just enough to make her front teeth look like a bunny’s (god that’s hot too!) Her hair was pulled back on the sides, and clasped in a soft leather tie with a stick. Her bangs fell in front to the left, and some her hair was over her shoulders and some was behind her. Gorgeous hair, just gorgeous. It was wet from the storm and a few droplets could be seen on the tips of some clumps of strands. Her hair tapered to a point, again, just hot as hell, why other girls don’t see what drives us wild is beyond me. I couldn’t help but watch a drop fall from her hair down to the top of her breast. Well, to the cloth on top of it, she was dressed very professionally. She had on black high heels with an open toe, black stockings, a somewhat form fitting black skirt to her knees, and a purple satin looking blouse, button up with a wide collar. I shit you not, she was showing no cleavage but her breasts just had that look. You know, some girls can fake it if close using a push up bra. But those great looking tits, where they start high up, above the arm pits, had good heft, uniformly dispersed, buoyant and full, giving that rounded under slope through the garment. Now I am an ass, man. I have always been an assman, and great legs and a bubble butt easily win out to me 99% of the time. Patricia had neither, her breasts were flat saddle back flaps, small in size and girth. They were purely functional, and that was before the kids. But again, I am an ass man, so that never bothered me. Until that day.

That day I saw near perfection, or what hinted at it. Even an ass man, confronted with shameless, bursting with pride perfect tits, melts like butter on a hot roll.

“Hi! I’m Angie!” She squeaked in a bubbly voice, her eyes fluttering once, a sly smirk now on those great lips. She had the type of lips where she had a lot of control over them, very muscled, very versatile. But that fucking smirk, it was the kind only really hot women who know they are hot can do. A look that says ‘you’re gonna just do what I tell you eventually anyway . . right?’ And they are absolutely correct, we do, every time, like idiots. Well usually like idiots, but even a broken clock is right once a day, and it is amazing to be that clock!

“Um, well what can I do for you Angie?” Amazed I kept my voice level. I felt like I was in middle school, talking to the “it” girl.

“Um, well I was supposed to talk to Suzanne? About a job?”

“Oh, well she has gone home, what, what time was your appointment?”

“Well . . . . 4.”

“It’s 5:25 Angie. I have a busy office, if you . . . “

“It’s not my fault, I swear.” her voice got rushed and panicky. “I was on the Interstate and, and my tire went flat and I had to pull over, and, and it has this locking bolt on it and I couldn’t get it fixed until some stopped to help me!” Angie said, blinking fast, the smirk gone, she almost looked like she was going to cry. Not a pouty look but an honest to God breakdown look.

Yes I like to be the good guy, yes I wanted to help. But I have to be honest that I was also already smitten. She was so cute, and sexy and she was just perfect to me, to what I wish I had. I tell you if Patricia had even been 10% interested in sex, I wouldn’t be such a pathetic guy.