Epilogue – Part II
QUIN
“Oh my God.” I laughed as I lifted the costume from the silver box on the bathroom counter. Pink tissue paper fell away and scattered. As far as a fantasy nurse’s outfit went, it was about what I’d expected. I laid down the top piece and started getting dressed with the white thigh-high stockings. On the front at the top was a red cross.
This was so silly.
“Matt, you better appreciate this,” I mumbled as I tried to slide on the white panties, but they were too small. No matter what I did my cock wouldn’t be contained by the tiny triangle of fabric that probably wouldn’t even cover a single labia, so after a few seconds of debate, I dumped them back in the box. A pang worked its way through me, but I shook that off. Not everything would fit me and that was okay. I didn’t want to dwell on it right now.
Smirking, I rolled my eyes as I slipped on the white top. It was short in the back, showing off my ass, and the front was held together by red ribbons, so I tightened them and tied it at the top. The gap between the cloth in front showed off a stripe of skin from my lower abs to my chest, which was bare in a huge vee. The lapels and sleeves were lined with a red stripe. I couldn’t decide if this was tasteful or not, but in the end, it didn’t really matter because I didn’t mind being Matt’s dirty nurse.
“Is this really what he thinks of when he thinks about me nursing?” I shook my head as I stared at myself in the mirror, then grabbed a brush. I left my hair down and spent some time affixing the little white hat thing with a heart on the front that reminded me of old-fashioned nursing uniforms.
No, I was pretty sure Matt had learned that I wasn’t just a plaything. I grinned as I attached the garters to the bottom of the top in the front and back. They kept the top down and the stockings up. If I chose to be Matt’s plaything, I was fine with that. I swiped on bright red lipstick before spritzing myself with smoky vanilla perfume.
One last thing in the costume box made me chuckle. He must’ve realized that my stethoscope had been destroyed in the fire because a brand new real one lay in the bottom, and the connecting tubing was pink.
“You’re a keeper, Matthew!” I yelled.
There was some laughter in reply.
Slinging the stethoscope around my neck, I blew myself a kiss. Hmm, without the panties, I needed to do something to really pull this outfit together. Glancing down, I grinned and leaned back against the counter while sliding my hand to my dick.
All I had to do was think about the way Matt had made me so happy today by being patient with the wedding stuff—and his thick arms and amazing chest—and I was ready to burst and leaking in no time flat. Pleasure swirled in my stomach. I looked fucking hot with my hard-on as I checked myself in the mirror. I flipped my hair off my shoulder, then stalked out into the bedroom.
“I’m looking for my patient, Matthew Coltrane,” I said, keeping my tone cool.
Matt glanced up and his eyes locked on me as his lips parted. I smirked at him. He was already sitting there naked and hard. It was fucking beautiful.
“Uh.” His voice trailed off as his gaze slid down and up my body. He licked his lips. “Get over here.”
“No, you can’t speak to your nurse that way or I’ll have security escort you out of the building,” I said primly. My cock twitched and it was difficult to ignore it. “Now, I’ve heard that you’re having issues with your erections.”
“I am?” Matt said, frowning down at his lap.
I held in an entertained snort.
Apparently, he hadn’t thought about the role play beyond getting me into a hot outfit. This was fun and I was really warming up to it.
“Oh yes. You told our intake nurse that you’re catching so much wood you can’t get any work done. All you do all day is fuck your beautiful wife or masturbate. That was in the notes. You might have too much testosterone.”
“Is that a fact?” he asked, smirking. How was he even hotter with that smug grin?
“Mm. But I need to listen to your penile pulse to be sure it isn’t something to do with the organ itself.”
He broke character and chuckled, but I waggled my eyebrows, and he slid to the edge of the bed with his legs spread. I felt extra dirty christening my new stethoscope this way, but I went over to him and leaned close to his thick dick. His balls were bunched up under his shaft. I loved him so much, but I kept my examination clinical. If only I’d thought to get gloves. I moved his penis all around, and a drop of precum trailed down the side that I ignored. Humming, I rolled his balls a bit between my fingers.
“Looks functional and normal,” I said.
“Oh, it is. Would you like to test it out?” He glided one hand over my ass and gave it a hard squeeze, which almost had me saying yes.
“Sir, that is inappropriate,” I chastised, using my best scolding tone. I put the stethoscope buds in my ears and brought the diaphragm to the base of his shaft. It was interesting to listen to the blood flow there, and for a moment, I was distracted as I moved the diaphragm all around, until I finally rested it on the tip of his cockhead. He sucked in a breath that sounded more like a sharp hiss.
“Sorry, it can be cold,” I said, grinning up at him.
The air disappeared from my lungs. He looked so sexy with his intense gaze glued to me and his muscles straining, as if he was stopping himself from flipping me onto the bed and fucking me into the mattress. My hard-on kicked up and brushed my lower stomach while we shared a long look. An idea struck me, and I felt almost giddy with it. I’d asked Matt if he wanted to bottom, and he’d said no, which was fine, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the wonders of his prostate.
He’d presented me with the perfect opportunity.
I turned and strolled a few feet away, which I knew would give Matt a great view of my ass.
“Everything sounds healthy and normal, so maybe your problems aren’t in your penis.”
“No, it’s healthy and I like to use it to fuck.”
It should’ve been so ridiculous, but heat streaked to my gut.
“That’s also healthy behavior for a man in his prime,” I said, grabbing the bottle of lube that had been abandoned on the nightstand. I turned around. “Now, let’s examine your prostate. Maybe there is something going awry there. Perhaps an overproduction of seminal fluid? I’ll have to thoroughly palpate the gland to make a determination.” My cheeks felt too hot as he stared at me.
“You want to palpate my prostate?”
I nodded sharply. “Oh yes.”
For a second, something close to discomfort flashed across his face.
“You know, sir, red is a word that would bring this appointment to an end. Yellow would keep the appointment going but allow us to re-examine the direction it is taking. Green, and we continue on.”
“Oh, green Nurse Coltrane,” he said, voice husky. He must’ve come to some sort of decision because he stood up and bent over. While I absolutely loved his meaty ass, I wasn’t sure about this position, so I tossed a pillow just beyond him.
“Rest flat, please, sir,” I said, sounding as prim as I could. “This examination will only take a moment.”
“Yes, Nurse Coltrane,” he said, shooting a heated gaze over his shoulder at me. I thought I was going to come as he crawled his muscled body onto the bed and did as I said. I adored Matt telling me what to do and throwing me around, but this was such a thrill.
“Spread your legs, please, sir.”
He moved his legs farther apart, and now that I was here, my confidence faltered, except that I knew how good this could feel. Why deny him the pleasure? I shuffled up onto the bed on my knees.
“There will be some pressure,” I said.
“How much pressure, Nurse?” he asked, an amused tone back in his voice.
“Very slight.” I’d never really had this angle on Matt in the past, and his ass was really spectacular. I spread his solid cheeks with one hand and carefully lubed up his pucker. He looked perfect here, just like the rest of his body, and I eased one finger in.
He grunted.
“Sir, are you doing all right?”
“Fine.”
As I watched his shoulders, they tensed hard as rocks. But as soon as I had my finger in his tight heat, he relaxed. A couple of realizations hit my cerebral cortex and exploded while I was fingering him. One, I honestly didn’t care if Matt bottomed for me, but I hated the idea of him missing out on something as nice as a prostate orgasm because of what? Fear, maybe? I could ease him through it. And two, I really, really got a charge out of him letting me tell him what to do.
He looked so fucking hot sprawled out on the bed, trusting me to touch him somewhere I was pretty sure no one else ever had. My cock was on fire, but I would just as soon ride his as anything else. I slid a second finger into him, and his hips shifted. He’d already been hard, but I knew that wriggle. He was enjoying this.
It took me only a few seconds to find his prostate. It felt a little bit different and stuck out some, and I began to stroke it. He jolted and pressed back against me, and the joy of victory, combined with how turned on I was already, sent me soaring on a unique high that I never wanted to end.
“Oh, hell,” he muttered. I felt lightheaded as he pushed back against my fingers.
“That’s your prostate, sir. Please allow me to continue this exam without interruption,” I said. “Stay still.”
He moaned, and I smirked as I did everything to him that I absolutely loved. I went fast, then slow. I circled it. I banged on the gland, using it as a mini drum, tapping my fingers there. When he really started getting into it, grinding against my fingers, I felt as if I’d won a gold medal in fingering. Did they have a medal for that? They should.
“Sir, do you feel pressure building up?”
“Fuck, yes. Quin,” he growled.
“I’m not sure how you learned my first name, sir, but my husband wouldn’t approve of you using it.”
He practically snarled as he rolled over. I was forced to pull my fingers out, and his cock was red and had precum smeared all over the tip. I gasped as he snagged me by the waist and physically lifted me into the air.
“Oh, Matt!” I slapped my hands on his shoulders. “Lube.”
He looked wild, nearly crazed, and he almost didn’t wait long enough for me to grab the lube and slide some into my own ass before he slammed up into me, forcing me down onto his cock at the same time. I went from empty to full in an instant, but I was used to things getting a little rough, and I loved the dangerous gleam in his eyes. The small amount of pain was something I could easily breathe through.
Matt didn’t speak, just bared his teeth and fucked me like he had to do it or die. My stethoscope went flying, and all I could do was hold on for the ride as pleasure began to cascade through me. What I’d been doing to him was a gentle tease, and this was a war against my prostate. He was invading and conquering. Hot streaks of need crashed against my insides and had my cock pulsing.
“Nurses shouldn’t tease,” he growled, then ripped down the right side of the flimsy top. The material tore off my shoulder, and he dragged his teeth across my nipple before he rolled and slammed me into the mattress. I wrapped my legs around his waist and cried out as he rammed into me at warp speed. I crested ridiculously easy—I’d already put myself on edge by bossing him around and playing with his ass.
My orgasm rocked me to my core, and I sprayed us both with cum. Heat deluged me and left me feeling like the human version of a beam of sunshine. Seconds later, he roared and shoved deep, filling me with his spunk. We clung together, breathing so hard it was all I could hear for a couple of minutes, and then he began to laugh.
“What?” I asked, still breathless. My mind was pleasantly blank, and my body felt warm and tingly all over.
“You’re definitely being my naughty nurse again.” He kissed the tip of my nose.
Grinning, I did my best to give him a hug. He was quiet for a while, and I held him. It was nice, especially after the way he’d used my body like I was a sex toy. His sex toy.
“Matt, I know that was a little different. Did you like it?”
He hummed and sucked a kiss onto my neck. His cock was still hard in my ass, and I smirked when he began to gently rock again.
“You liked it a lot, huh?” I asked, digging my heels in against his back so that he began to fuck me harder. Matt never had a problem fucking more than one orgasm out of me, and I knew not all men could keep going, so hell, maybe he did have more testosterone or something. He definitely had a high sex drive.
“I’m going to ruin this costume tonight,” he growled into my ear.
Chuckling, I held on tight. “I want you to ruin me this way forever,” I murmured.
“Yes, Wife.”
I nearly swooned. Matt might treat me like his housewife and act like a big man, but he was as much mine as I was his—and that would make for a perfect marriage. I couldn’t wait for him to be my husband for real.