I tell you I'm a chef. "Well, how about coming to my place and cooking me a meal?" you ask, cheekily. Who am I to disagree? I go back to your place t... cook the meal. As I cook, you take a shower and change. We chat over a 3-course meal and are getting on well together. After the meal we sit chatting and laughing. We run out of wine and you tell me you have a bottle of champagne. We begin to get tipsy and the talk turns to sex and previous lovers - and what turns us both on. I tell you I was. " That would be a bad move," she agreed with a grin.We fell into a gentle, warm kiss, but deep kiss."This," she said, looking down as she started to slide her arms into the scrub top, "was definitely..." She was searching for words, and she looked up at me, head tilted, her hair covering one eye, "... the most memorable, umm... outcall I have ever had."I was grateful to her that she hadn't called it a "job" or referred to me as a "client" though I knew that's what it, and I, was. Outcall,. ’By now any pretence of decorum had gone out the window. Harold stood in front of her and unbuttoned the blouse, and pulled it completely off. She then deliberately unzipped him and carefully pulled out his massive thick uncut cock, dribbling with copious amounts of pre cum.Gently rubbing his cock in front of me he said, ‘Go on Arthur, give her a good going over, I want you to give her the works – tits, cunt and arse.Putting my arm around her shoulders, I started sucking and pulling her big. This appointment was going to be different; I was making my husband go as punishment for what he did a few days ago. I had gone with him for his appointment and he embarrassed the heck out of me! My husband and Dr. Woods are buddies since high school and could nearly pass as twins. My husband went a little overboard at his visit discussing our sex life with Dr. Woods! I was ready to kill him, and I also saw Dr. Woods looking at me in a different way then normal. So as punishment, he was going.