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Slut Nurse 
by Shufflespeare (webmaster@eroticpages.co.uk)

***

A wife is hypnotized by a doctor to help relieve her 
stress over her husband's accident. (MF, nc, rp, mc, 
uniform-fetish)

***

On the side of the bottle, it had said to take one 
tablet, about half an hour before going to bed. Ben had 
taken three of them and that was four hours ago. 
Ruffling his pillow for the seventeenth time, his wife 
stirs beside him, but sleep still eludes Ben.

So he lies there, eyes fixed on the woman he married 
seven years ago. Her treacle hair spills across the 
pillow and her pale complexion, bathed in the glow of 
the streetlight, outside their bedroom window. 
Suspicions lay siege to his sleep-starved mind.

Was Marie really having an affair? Every day she had the 
opportunity and the men she works with would have to be 
blind not to notice her. Especially in the starched, 
white cotton of her nurses uniform. 

Conspiracy consumes Ben and scares away any hope of 
sleep. But the pills must have worked because Ben drives 
to work feeling as though he has slept. So much so, he 
doesn't recall the same morning routine that every one 
rushes through after sleeping late and having to dash 
out the door. What did he have for breakfast? Did he 
have any at all? 

On the stretch of country lane, separating the town 
where Ben lives and the town where he works, he sees a 
cat perched on top of the gate to one of old Jess 
Harlow's fields. He only really notices it because it 
looks exactly like Tigger, the Tabby, Ben's parents had 
bought him as a boy. The cat watches Ben's car drive 
past. How much stranger is this day going to get? 

Well, it is about to get a whole lot stranger because as 
Ben's gaze returns to road in front of him, he is too 
late to avoid the pothole which rips his front, drivers 
side tyre wide open and sends the car into a spin. Ben 
is unable to recover control, the car hits an embankment 
and flips on its side. The horn sounds continuously as 
Ben lies with his face pressed up against the window, 
unconscious.

Ben hears an intermittent sound from a machine. He opens 
his eyes to see he is alone, in a bed, in a hospital 
room. His head hurts, big time. But something makes him 
stop for a moment and think; the pyjama's he is wearing 
are his own. They had been a gift from Marie on his last 
birthday. He must be in the hospital where Marie works. 
The thought comforts Ben and he begins to wonder how 
long he has been unconscious. 

Has Marie been sitting by his bedside the whole time, 
waiting for any sign of recovery or has she been using 
the accident as an excuse to spend even more time at 
work, secretly liaising with another man while her 
husband lay incapacitated. 

Ben shakes the thought from his head. He isn't thinking 
straight. Marie would never do a thing like that. 
Anyway, he is about to find out because Ben can hear the 
tones of his wives voice approaching from the corridor. 
As he listens, his earlier thoughts return to seize his 
mind of his wives conspiring ways. Ben hears her 
chatting to someone as she walks. It sounds as though 
Marie is talking to a man.

Maybe it is her lover. Maybe she has brought the 
competition to see what he is up against.

As Marie enters the room, Ben closes his eyes and 
resumes his position. He wants to hear their 
conversation. Will they give themselves away with an out 
of place word or a tone which is maybe too affectionate 
for mere colleagues. No such luck. Their conversation is 
spoken in medical jargon and Ben understands very 
little. 

The man turns out to be a Dr. Maitland, and is the 
doctor looking after Ben's recovery. Marie is taking 
time out from where she works on another ward to find 
out how her husband is doing. The doctor assures Marie 
that being at work will keep her close to her husband 
and comments on how well Ben is responding to the 
treatment he is receiving. 

Then the room is silent. 

Ben is about to open his eyes when he hears the sound of 
someone coming towards his bed. With a bit of luck it 
will be Marie and Dr. Maitland will have left the room 
so Ben can open his eyes and look at the woman he has 
doubted. He wants to tell his wife he loves her and let 
her see that he is recovering. Then he hears his wife 
voice in a whisper. "Oh sweetie, when am I gonna be able 
to hold you again? When will I be able to lie, warm and 
safe in your arms and have you tell me all those silly 
jokes that you find so funny?"

Ben smiles inside. He wants to open his eyes and see his 
beautiful wife but freezes when he feels her hand slide 
under his sheet. She finds his cock and pulls at the 
foreskin. In a softer tone than before, she whispers 
again. "I want you back so much. I've tried talking to 
you, reading you books and I hope you don't remember my 
attempt at singing for you... this is the only real 
response I get from you. I hope that wherever you are, 
inside that messed up brain of yours, you can appreciate 
this one thing I know you always like..."

Ben's sheets are pulled down and his wife takes his cock 
into her mouth. Soaking it with her saliva laden lips 
and sucking only the tip until it bulges against the 
roof of her mouth. How often had Marie been doing this 
while he had been unconscious? It is probably the reason 
for him waking up!

As she takes more and more of the cock, she is still 
working to full hardness with her soft lips, Ben becomes 
aware his wife, herself, is moaning softly. She must be 
enjoying it too. Her movements rock the bed slightly, 
causing it to creak in sympathy.

Then Ben is struck by the thought that this would be the 
perfect moment to open his eyes and let his wife see she 
has brought her husband out of coma. The bedside vigil 
is at an end and her husband is back in the land of the 
living because of her unquenchable love and intimate 
attentions. 

Ben lifts his eyelids and squints at the sight of Dr. 
Maitlands' hands latched to his wives hips, holding her 
uniform around her waist and ramming twelve inches of 
cock up her ass. As though paralysed into silence, Ben 
falls back into the welcome embrace of a soul-numbing 
slumber. 

Marie looks down on her husband affectionately and lifts 
her hand to cup his cheek. Apparently not wanting to 
miss a single thrust from the cock in her ass, she 
watches his face, so still and serene. She wonders what 
he would do if he woke up right now.

Oblivion furnishes Ben with all the emptiness he needs 
to forget his wives infidelity. The days pass in a 
moment for him and Ben wakes once more, remembering 
nothing of the doctor and his wife. So it comes as an 
equal shock when he opens his eyes to see Dr. Maitland 
standing by the washbasin in the corner of the room with 
Marie tending to the cock which hangs from his open 
trousers. 

Ben's initial reaction is anger. Marie has her breasts 
free of her uniform and is rolling her big nipples 
between her fingers as she slurps and kisses the swollen 
tip of the doctor's cock.

With what little strength he has, Ben lifts a hand and 
croaks his disgust. He sees the doctor pull away from 
Marie, horrified at being caught, before his hand drops 
back onto the bedclothes and Ben feels himself fading. A 
bright lights shines through Ben's eyelids and makes him 
bury his head back into his pillow.

"Benjamin... open your eyes if you can hear me..."

Ben doesn't recognise the voice.

"It's Dr. Maitland, Benjamin. I've come to see how your 
recovery is progressing." 

Ben cracks his eyes open just enough to show the doctor 
that he is conscious but not enough to be blinded by the 
pencil torch held above him. The doctor is by himself 
and wearing a very smug grin. Ben recalls his last 
waking episode and looks away to show what he thinks of 
a man who takes advantage of a patient's incapacity. 

The doctor has news for Ben. "I judge from your 
expression, you have full recall of yesterday's events. 
I don't blame you for feeling, how shall I put it? 
Annoyed." 

If Ben could summon the strength to throw a punch, that 
last remark would have lost the doctor his front teeth.

"I will come clean Ben. You see, the thing is... you 
have been in a horrific accident and your wife was, 
understandably upset. She thought she was going to lose 
you altogether."

Ben tries to sneer at the way his wife has shown her 
grief but his face doesn't allow him.

"She came to see me. In a professional capacity, you 
understand. I am a psychiatrist and Marie needed help. 
You have a lovely wife Ben. She is very pretty. I fell 
under her spell straight away. Ironic really, because 
she fell under mine shortly after. I hypnotised her, for 
authentic medical reasons at first but when I saw how 
well she took to it, I am afraid to say I began to abuse 
the implicit trust and longing in her." 

Ben wants to get out of bed and leave the room but knows 
he cannot. He wants the doctor to shut up and stop 
torturing him but he continues. "You have a lovely home 
Ben..."

Ben wishes his hearing would suddenly fail him and this 
agony would go away.

But the doctor leans close and Ben can smell Marie's 
perfume on his coat. 

"I must compliment you on the craftsmanship in your 
bedroom, such sturdy plaster on the walls. You know, the 
chains I fitted hold so well. And I just adore lying on 
the bed you chose together, doing little more than 
watching Marie as she stands there in one of my little 
trances, the remains of what I have left inside her, 
seeping out and running down the inside of her thighs. 
She has such long legs, doesn't she Ben?"

The doctor doesn't see Marie listening intently by the 
door, her anger contrasting with the relief of her 
husbands' recovery. Marie knows that a snap decision 
could ruin everything so she retires to the staff 
canteen where she can think it all over and straighten 
her head out. Her cup of vending-machine coffee is cold 
and untouched by the time Marie smiles to herself, 
content she has the solution.

Marie greets Dr. Maitland as she arrives for their 
appointment the following day. Her manner is trained on 
politeness as they chat about the development in her 
husbands' condition. 

Marie is wary of the doctor but does not let it show as 
he leads her through their usual routine. Reclining on 
the doctors' chaise-longue, Marie listens as the doctor 
begins the hypnosis. She resists him successfully and 
before long finds herself witnessing a side of Dr. 
Maitland she should never have to hear.

He begins by slowly caressing Maries' cheek as they sit 
in the oak-paneled office in silence. Marie hears birds' 
song outside the window as the doctors' courage grows 
and he begins to speak. "Now Marie, we both know that 
your husband is awake and is on the road to recovery but 
I want you to remember that you are still mine. I will 
continue to do what I want, when I want. Do you 
understand?" 

Marie, fully aware of his words and their meaning, nods 
in agreement. 

"I don't want you to forget what we had together. You 
still belong to me. I own your body. It is mine. I will 
fuck you when the fancy takes me. We work together so 
you have no excuse not to see me. I expect to see you at 
the door to my office, every lunch time. I will not 
tolerate absence at any time. I will instruct you, each 
day as to how I want you to pleasure me. Do you still 
understand?"

Again, Marie nods in agreement.

"Good," the doctor says as he stands up and pushes his 
seat away. "Now I want you to open your mouth for me 
Marie."

She does as she is told and the doctor unzips his 
trousers. He reaches inside and fishes out his soft 
cock. He pulls at the foreskin and groans as it swells 
in his fist. He orders Marie to unbutton the front of 
her uniform and pull the cups down on her bra.

"They are truly beautiful Marie," he says, looking down 
on the plump mounds topped with their dark, hard 
nipples. "Still as beautiful as the first time I made 
you show them to me. I was so happy that I was finally 
to get to know you."

The doctors' face suddenly takes on a puzzled 
expression. "You have something in your pocket Marie. I 
want you to tell me what it is. It is ruining the line 
of your uniform. You know I don't like that!" 

The doctor is sounding agitated and Marie responds by 
refastening the buttons on her uniform. "Marie I demand 
you unbutton your uniform for me. Unfasten your uniform 
at once!"

Marie opens her eyes and reaches into her pocket for the 
little black box. The doctor looks down at the turning 
spools of tape, recording his every word. Collapsing 
into the nearest chair, the doctor seems almost resigned 
to the fact he has been caught out. Marie has evidence. 
Dr. Maitland looks directly at Marie and asks her what 
she wants.

"Half of everything!"

"I beg your pardon?"

"That's the going rate for a divorce isn't it? Half of 
everything."

"But... we aren't married..." the doctor protests. 

"We might as well have been, the way you've been going 
on! You can consider this our divorce procedure. I 
wonder how many times you've had me. Maybe I should have 
charged you by the hour..."

"Now come on, Mrs. Newton. It is impossible for me to 
make you do anything you don't want to do, even under 
hypnosis. You must have enjoyed it at some level."

Marie looks down at the voice recorder in her hand and 
then back to the doctor. "One of my husbands' friends is 
a police officer. I'm sure he'd love to hear this tape."

The doctor wrings his hands and thinks for a moment. "I 
agree. Half of everything..."

"I thought you'd see sense. Future earnings as well, Dr. 
Maitland!"

"Be reasonable Marie."

"Ben's recovery could take months. He may never be able 
to work again. We'll need all the money we can get."

"Okay. Future earnings as well, but just answer me this 
one question. How did you find out what I was doing when 
you were under hypnosis?" 

Marie smiles and tries to make the lie she is about to 
tell as convincing as possible, for maximum devastation. 
"I knew all along, I felt every single thrust and loved 
it. You're a very gifted lover, Dr. Maitland."

Marie leaves the doctor sitting at his desk with his 
face in his hands.

She is really looking forward to seeing her husband 
today.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any 
of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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