He led me to the patient's bed and asked me to lie down with my legs spread wide. He removed my panties and forced me to show him my vagina.

For some reason, I felt nervous, I hadn't had sex with any man other than my husband since we got married. The realization that another man was enjoying my body like this made me uneasy.

"Your pussy is already wet, Nina! You can't lie to me that you don't want it!"

"I didn't say I didn't want it, did I? I just, I-I just, oh fuck-" My words turned into moans as I felt Doctor Pierre's tongue lick my pussy.

I closed my eyes as my body began to tense from his oral stimulation. But the pleasure intensified as his tongue entered my vagina. I was afraid to make a sound and had to hold back my moans so they wouldn't get too loud.

But everything felt even crazier when he inserted two fingers inside, making me almost moan out loud.

"I'm going to cum...! Oh..." I said seconds before fluid gushed out of my vagina.

His face and hands were wet, but he smiled as I lay motionless before him. He unbuttoned his shirt and let me see his broad chest and tempting abdominal muscles.

He took off his trousers and underwear. As he had said, he had a truly big and long dick. My eyes were captivated, and my lust grew, making me want to devour it immediately.

Doctor Pierre held his semi-erect dick right in front of my face, signaling that he was ready to receive my counterattack.

Furiously, I grabbed and devoured it, sucking and sucking it like a vacuum cleaner. He seemed surprised that I was much more eager than he expected.

"Nina, oh..." He groaned, his breathing becoming very heavy. His dick was bigger than Simon's, and big dicks had always been my favorite.

The more I sucked, the bigger and harder it got until it felt so full in my mouth.

"I think that's enough, Nina! Lie down! Let me enjoy your pussy too!" He said. I immediately lay down on the bed and spread my legs wide. Doctor Pierre climbed onto the bed and positioned himself directly above me.

He rubbed his dick against my clitoris, providing additional stimulation before finally pushing his own into my very wet pussy.

"Uh...oh..." I moaned softly, even though I was trying to hold it in. He thrust his hips, making my vagina feel full and suffocated by his dick.

"How is it? Does it feel good?"

"Yes, it feels very good, Doctor!"

"Do you like my dick?"

"Yes, I really like it. It feels big and so full inside!"

"Thank goodness you like it, because I really like you too, Nina. I'm crazy about you! I want to be yours."

I put my underwear back on shortly after he ejaculated inside me. We'd been going at it for so long that I was worried someone might suspect something.

"Why do you look so panicked?" Pierre chuckled when he saw me quickly putting on my underwear, even though he hadn't even moved.

"Your patient will be here in about 40 minutes, Doctor!"

"But I want to make out first!"

"We don't have time, Doctor Pierre! We have to-"

"Are you satisfied?" He asked, embracing me again.

"Yes," I replied curtly. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I was genuinely enjoying what we were doing.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and tried to stand on my tiptoes so he wouldn't have to bend his back so much to reach my lips. This time I felt bolder and more willing to accept his kiss.

"You look so much more beautiful and seductive."

"I'm 32, Doctor Pierre, I'm old lady! "

"So what? I love you and I don't care about any of that!"

"Do you love me?"

"Yes, I love you, Nina. I've loved you since I confessed my feelings to you that day. Even today, my feelings haven't changed, they're still the same as they were 10 years ago."

"But I'm married, Doctor Pierre! I-"

"I also have a fiancé."

"Really?"

"But I don't have any feelings for her, Nina! It was an arranged marriage I couldn't refuse," he said. His expression suddenly turned sad. I didn't know what to say now.

"Then, congratulations on your engagement, I'm so happy to-"

"Don't say that! I just want to be yours, Nina! Both then and now, I just want to be yours, only yours."

I was at a loss for words. His deep and emotional confession captivated me. I kissed him to comfort him.

"You're a very nice young man, Doctor Pierre! The woman you're engaged to is a very lucky woman."

"You're turning me on again, Nina!"

"But we only have 30 minutes left!"

"We can do this for 20 minutes, right?" He teased, and I became even more carried away.

I took off my panties again and lay down on the bed, guiding him to get on top of me again.

I held his dick and rubbed it with my hand to harden it even further and make it erect while our lips continued to ravage each other.

"Then let's do it again, Doctor!" I asked softly.

"Sure!" He said, thrusting his dick into my pussy, which was still filled with his sperm.

I held him tightly so he could do his work, and he rocked and thrust his hips at a fast pace, making me feel the tip of his dick pressing against the wall of my uterus.

"Uh...oh..." I couldn't hold back my moan, which made him smile.

"You're so sweet, Nina!"

"Don't flatter me, Doctor!"

"Can I be your boyfriend?"

"But you're already engaged, and I'm married!"

"You don't like me, Nina?"

"Please don't say anything that will confuse me!"

"Am I not handsome enough to be your boyfriend?"

"You're so handsome! But I already have a husband and-" I paused, unable to continue. The wound on my lip, which had previously faded away when I was too lost in my passionate passion, now felt the pain again.

My tears flowed without me realizing it, my heart aching so much. Pierre looked at me and immediately wiped my tears away. It was as if he could sense my sadness.

"Everything will be fine, Nina! I won't let anyone hurt you."

I took a deep breath after I was sure I was in a safe place, in my car. After Dr. Pierre and I had sex in his office, I felt terrified as I stepped out of his office.

This was absolutely crazy, our second round was even wilder and hotter. Even though the atmosphere seemed tense, I still felt worried that someone would discover what we had done.

I drove my car to an auto repair shop only 200 meters from the clinic where I work. I sensed something was wrong with my car after I had forgotten to get regular maintenance for six months.

I opened the car door and stepped out. Mr. James, the manager who usually greeted guests, seemed busy, but when he saw me, he asked one of his employees to come see me.

A very tall young man, probably 195 cm tall, with a muscular build, walked toward me, slightly sweaty and oil-stained. He was wearing only a white singlet, his uniform pulled down and tied at his hips.

He looked at me with an indifferent gaze while chewing gum. His skin was slightly tan, which perfectly complemented her dark brown hair and sparkling golden amber eyes.

"Can I help you, Miss?" He asked in a tone that sounded a little impolite to a customer.

"T-That's my car-"

"Yes, what's wrong with yours?"

"There seems to be a slight problem," I said, captivated by his good looks.

"What's the problem?" He asked, examining my car, which still looked shiny from the outside.

"It stalled a few times while driving. But after a while, it'll be back to normal."

"Is that so?" He said, opening the hood to inspect the engine. He studied my car for a few moments, then turned back to me.

"Okay, I know what the problem is. Can you wait? I'll fix it now!"

"Sure!" I said.

"Then you can sit there and wait! It won't take long."

"It's okay, I'll just stand here. You can fix it, don't mind me!"

"Why? You want to watch me, Miss? Do I really interest you that much?" He said it with utter confidence. I couldn't believe what I'd just heard.

"W-what? Observing you? I just wanted to see how you work, I'm not interested in you at all!" I said, annoyed. Even though he was very handsome, that didn't mean I had to be attracted to him.

"Oh, okay, Miss-"

"Mrs. Meiyer!" I said firmly.

"Really? Okay, Mrs. Meiyer, do whatever you want, okay?"

"Even without you asking, I'll do whatever I want!"

"Okay, go ahead, madam!"

He laughed as if he thought it was funny. He annoyed me, and the first impression he gave was pretty bad. Let me guess, from his face and appearance, I'd guess he was under 30. He looked like a playboy and a reckless young man.

After waiting for 25 minutes, it seemed he had finished his task. He tried to start my car to double-check his work.

"Okay, it looks like it's done. You can drive smoothly now, Mrs. Meiyer!" He said, staring at me with intense eyes.

"Thank you." I walked away from him and went to the cashier to pay for the repairs. I took out a $20 bill and as I walked back to the young man, I handed it directly to him.

"Here's a tip for you, thank you!"

"I don't need it. How about I just ask for your phone number instead!"

"What? My phone number? Are you kidding me?"

"I'm not kidding, ma'am! I'm serious. If your car breaks down in the middle of the road, you can call me anytime."

"I can call this company number if I need help, so I don't have to give you my personal number, right?"

"If you're on the night shift and your car suddenly breaks down, the only person you can contact is me, since your calls won't be answered after 7 p.m., Mrs. Karenina Meiyer!"

I was shocked. How did he know my first name? And how did he know my job involved the night shift? I eyed him suspiciously, trying to figure out how he knew my identity.

I remembered the name tag I'd left near the driver's seat. He'd obviously seen it, which is why he knew my real name and also that I work as a nurse at a large and well-known clinic in this city.

"Okay, you're right! Then, you give me your number, and if I need any help, I'll call you."

"Okay."

He said his number, and I immediately typed it into my phone.

"Your name?"

"Leo."

"Just Leo?"

"Do you need my full name?"

"No, thank you. Okay, Leo, see you later?" I said as I opened my car door and sat in the driver's seat.

Leo leaned over to the car window and deliberately held it with his hand to prevent me from closing it immediately.

"Don't forget to call me, I'll be waiting!" He said as he removed his hand from my window.

Is he serious? He wants me to call him even though there's nothing wrong with my car? He's a very aggressive man, even though I've already pointed out that I'm a married woman.

I drove, occasionally glancing in the rearview mirror just to see him again. He waved and gave me a knowing smile.

This was a very strange day. I had sex with a doctor who turned out to be a patient I treated 10 years ago, and now a young man at the auto repair shop was trying to flirt with me. Did I still seem attractive to them?

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