The Candy Striper

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 Saturday mornings.

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 the
kids and me 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 I guess, 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 do
volunteer 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 companionship.

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 were 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 the
room.

I didn’t think before pushing aside the privacy curtains
that surrounded 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 on it. 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 filling me, I felt my body begin
to respond. But, I knew my fingers were no match for his
huge prick. I began to rub myself faster and faster, and
a quickening arose in me. 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 deeply asleep, probably dreaming about the
fuel-saving benefits of an 18,000 horsepower diesel
earthmover!

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.

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’d wanted to
see it as much as he wanted me to see it. It was
beautiful, and he must have seen appreciation in my eyes.

“Would you like to hold it?” he asked. Instead of
answering, I reached over and took his organ in my hand.
As I grasped it 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 mine do. 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. So I used one hand to grab 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
pulls 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 and knowing
that there was little prospect of getting any within the
foreseeable future, I couldn’t control myself any longer.
Leaning over the bed, I sucked his cock deep into my
mouth, and began to run my lips up and down the shaft so
that his tip must have gone 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 chin.

I sucked and sucked on his prick until every last drop of
his 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 had
happened. A few seconds later a 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.

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