Glancing at the alarm clock she saw it was already 11:00! But then remembering the days events last night, plus the two bottles of wine, she had every...right to sleep in. Besides reminiscing about the ordeal she placed upon her little frame, she needed the healing time too. She felt a little stiff as she rose from the warm covers. Glancing over at the full length mirror, she gazed at her nimble body. Her tan had noticeably darkened considerably making the areas where her bikini covered her body. We both heard the front door opening (He has a key, of course) and my wife rushed to greet him telling me to sit on the edge of the bed, that she’d text me when to come down and warning me not to touch myself while I waited. That last command was the hardest to obey; my clitty was crying for attention, the thong caressed my boipussy every time I shifted position and my nipples brushed urgently against the rough lace cups of my bralette.I sat there, remaining in my deep state, for an hour before. I arched my head back and gasped, succumbing to the Authority of the Penis. I wrapped my long, smooth legs around his torso, involuntarily but reflexively, to allow my r****t to more deeply violate my helpless, abused twat, and the same to putting my arms around him, trying to pull his face close for the possibility of a kiss, an acknowledgement that he had at least some emotional feeling for me.But that didn't happen. It never does, with ANY of us nurses. No, it was Standard Operating. Some of them were plain stupid, some were a blast.Short Story #1: Stupid, Risky, but Man did it feel great.For reasons of personal identity I will exclude the location of this happening, but it was not the same state as my last adventures. I was new to the area, but still had many fantasies running through my head that I wanted to indulge. Since I was new I didn't really know where to go looking, but I knew one thing: I wanted a street walker. I had looked throughout my area for quite sometime.