SCANDALOUS AFFAIRS (AN EXTRA SPICY EROTICA COLLECTION)

ANNA'S POV

"Can I get a new gynaecologist?" I asked Tom the next day as we ate dinner.

He turned his head slowly to look at me, while I was trying to avoid his gaze.

"Why? You just had one session with Dr Marcus."

"I would prefer a female doctor, I don't just feel comfortable with Dr Marcus." I insisted, already getting irritated.

"Well, you haven't gotten to know him enough. Besides Marcus is the best gynaecologist you could ever have."

"But...." I tried again, wanting him to see things from my perspective.

"But nothing, Anna. All you do is whine and complain every time. As I said before, you're likely the cause of us not having children." He hissed angrily.

My stomach turned at his cruel words. Not wanting to hurl insults at him, I gathered my leftover meal, trashed it, dumped the plate in the sink and headed upstairs.

The next few days were hell, he was always muttering how all his friends' wives were getting pregnant.

He had always wanted the white picket fence dream, and unfortunately, I couldn't give him that.

Tom had also formed the habit of picking fights with me. Any little thing I do, irritates him or provokes him.

It has been a week since my last session with Dr Marcus. Those inappropriate questions bored a hole in my thoughts, making my body heat even when I didn't want it to.

Marcus's card burned a hole in my purse. I couldn't bring myself to throw it away.

I should change doctors, damning the consequences from Tom, but I didn't want to.

This night, my body won over reasoning. Tom was fast asleep, snoring loudly like he wanted to bring the house down.

I grabbed my phone, took Marcus' card from my bag and headed into the bathroom.

Heart hammering as I locked the door, walked over to the edge of the tub and sat down.

My hands shook as I dialled the number on the card.

It rang first, but he didn't pick up.

At the second ring, the number connected.

"Hello, who's this?" Marcus asked in a low voice.

I cleared my throat as I answered.

"It's Anna, Anna Goldberg," I whispered, body already humming with anticipation.

"Anna" He muttered, his voice hitching a bit. "I wondered if you'd ever call."

I swallowed hard. Just wanting to go straight to the reason I called.

I think.

Why was I even calling him?

"Listen" I hissed softly. "I'm calling you to tell you again to keep your mouth shut. Tom must never find out about us. And I want to remove you as my gynaecologist, so you shouldn't tell Tom I won't be meeting you again."

The line grew quiet for a few seconds before a soft chuckle filled my ears, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Be honest Anna. Is that why you really called? In the middle of the night?"

"Yes", I confirmed with a shaky voice. My bravado from earlier is fading away.

"Well, relax Anna. Your secret's safe with me. But you sound stressed. You need to unwind a little."

I should have hung up right there, but I didn't.

I stayed silent, as I waited for his next words.

His voice dropped lower and commanding. " Tell me where you are right now."

"In the bathroom," I replied, my breath coming out in pants. "Tom's already asleep."

I didn't even know why I added that information.

"Is the door locked?"

"Yes, it's locked."

"Perfect. Now, slide your fingers under your nightwear. Tell me how it feels."

My eyes widened. "But, Marcus....."

"Do it, Anna. You need to relieve stress. It isn't good for women who want to get pregnant."

I hesitated a bit, then obeyed his command.

My palm trailed my smooth creamy thigh, the fabric of my sheer nightgown bunching up.

"I...I'm touching my thigh. It feels tickly."

"Move your fingers higher." He ordered. "Feel how warm you are. Are your panties wet, Anna?"

A gasp escaped me as I brushed my fingers on my slick thong. My palm is rubbing my covered crotch.

I was soaked.

Just by his voice ordering me around.

"Yes, they're so wet, Marcus." I moaned quietly as I rubbed my covered pussy harder.

"Tell me how wet you are."

"Fuck, Marcus. I'm drenched, my thong is sticking to my pussy because of how slick I am."

"Good girl, you're doing great. Now, push your thong aside. Let air touch your pussy. Circle your swollen clit slowly. How does it feel?"

My head fell back against the tiled wall as I did as he instructed. My fingers circled my swollen clit, rubbing my sensitive folds as I gushed slick.

My pussy throbbed so good as I pinched my clit, making my hips twitch wildly.

"It's aching, Marcus. My clit is jutting out of my folds. I need more." I whimpered.

"Rub your clit faster" He said, his breathing heavier. I could hear the rustle of sheets and the slick sound of a hand.

Fuck.

He was jerking off to the sound of me rubbing my pussy.

"Slide one finger in your pussy. Fuck, Anna, you'll feel so tight wrapped around my cock."

I pushed a finger in, moaning at the intrusion. "It's so tight and hot. It's clenching around my finger."

"Add another finger. Stretch your pussy like I did that night."

I quickly added another finger, body thrumming with arousal. My cunt walls gripped them greedily.

"It's not enough." I whimpered desperately. " I remember how you stretched me so good that night. Your thick cock was pumping hard in and out of my pussy."

" Pull your fingers out and rub your clit faster. You're dripping for me, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm soaking up my fingers with cunt juice." I moaned, pleasure coiling tight in my belly.

"Fuck! I'm about to cum. Come for me, Anna. Moan my name as you do."

I rubbed harder on my clit, pressing the swollen gland as waves came crashing over me.

"Marcus." I moaned, biting my lips to stay silent as my pussy spammed on my fingers.

He groaned loudly at the other end. The sound of his release made my body shiver.

We breathed heavily on the phone for a few minutes.

Reality quickly settled in as the lusty haze wore off.

What have I done?

"I.....I have to go." I stammered, putting my underwear in place as I washed my hands.

"Anna..."

I hung up quickly, going into the bedroom as I crept into bed sliding under the covers.

I cheated on Tom again.

But even as the guilt overwhelmed me, lust stirred deeper.

Longing too, something I hadn't felt in years.