One of the perks of my husband being a doctor with his own private practice is the ability to role-play as a sexy nurse whenever the mood strikes.

Like last Tuesday — Doug was working late, catching up on paperwork after the office had closed, and I was in the mood for a game, so I dressed up in my favorite nurse costume and went to surprise him.

I’d called ahead to make sure he was really alone, and knowing that we had the place to ourselves, I dropped my coat as soon as I’d locked the front door behind me. His office is all the way in the back, and I knew I’d be able to ambush him. I grabbed some empty files from the front and headed back to find him, calling out when I saw the light on in his office. “Doctor Doug,” I said, “I need your assistance in exam room three.”

“Gina?” he replied. “Is that you?”

I’d surprised him all right! I stayed in character. “Doctor,” I called again. “I need you in room three.”

Doug is used to my antics, and he knows there’s nothing I love more than showing up at the office to play doctor. I heard a quiet chuckle, then he pushed his chair out, walked across the floor, and came out into the hallway. I ducked into the exam room when I saw his shadow enter the hall, and I summoned him again.

As soon as my husband came into the exam room, his jaw dropped. I’d worn my latex nurse’s outfit, his favorite of the half-dozen I own, and seeing me in the skintight white dress always gets him hot in seconds. It turned him on so much that it took him a moment to get his voice back to ask me, in as serious a manner as he could muster, “What’s the problem, Nurse Gina?”

After years of helping him at the practice, I had more than enough medical knowledge to make up a scenario that would require his attention — and that would require me to show some skin. I complained about an imaginary pain in my pussy, and when he pushed his fingers against me through my dress, I jumped, pretending he’d hit the spot.

“I’ll need you to lift your dress so I can get a better look,” he told me, and I quickly did as he asked, shifting and shimmying until the hem of my dress was high enough for him to see the “problem area.”

He pretended to examine my pussy, tenderly poking and prodding as I squirmed and squealed in delight. When he slipped a finger in, still “examining” me, I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. That would definitely pull me out of character, and this is always more fun when I keep up the act for a while.

Doug added a second and then a third finger. We both tried to pretend he had some important medical reason for fingering me, but the more he thrust, the harder it was to keep a straight face. Still, we persisted, and whenever I needed to moan, I’d cry out, “Yes, Doctor, there!” as if he’d found the particular part of my anatomy that was giving me grief.

After a minute or two, he told me he’d need to probe deeper, “to get a feel for what’s going on up there,” and he asked me to hop up on the examination table. I did as he said, making sure my dress stayed above my waist. I knew what was coming, and I didn’t want to wait. He turned to “get his instruments ready” — which meant he was unzipping his pants and releasing his hard cock — and I pulled the stirrups up so I could rest my feet in them. Then Doug turned back to me, stroking his cock, which was standing at attention, and moved between my spread legs.

My pussy was already wet with anticipation, and he quickly slid into me. We dropped the pretense then, not needing the game now that the fucking had started. I grabbed the sides of the table as Doug thrust, and he held my latex-covered hips firmly, keeping me in place. His cock is long, and it went deep with every thrust. He started off slow, warming me up for a pounding, but he quickly picked up his pace to slam into me.

I’m not a passive sex partner, and when he started pumping harder, I dug my fingers into the edges of the exam table and began to slide my ass toward him, thrusting back as best as I could. His hips slapped loudly against mine as the paper covering the table ripped and crinkled under my ass.

Doug was working me up to an impressive orgasm, but I knew it would be better if I stopped trying to fuck him. When I felt ready to explode, I lay back on the table, giving him a better angle for fucking me, and reached a hand between my thighs to play with my hot little button. That was all it took, and I came hard, my pussy grasping his dick and holding him inside me as my juices gushed out and my body thrashed against the table.

Doug fucked me slowly through my orgasm, but he was still rock-hard and wanting to fuck. He stayed buried in my pussy and began to thrust hard and fast again immediately. It took him another minute of furious fucking before he was ready to blow, and he pulled out just before so he could shoot his come all over my mound. I loved watching him explode, and I frigged my clit to one more orgasm before he’d finished shooting.

When we finished, Doug zipped up his pants and went back to his office to get his things while I cleaned up the exam room, tidying it up enough so the late-night cleaning crew wouldn’t know anything out of the ordinary had happened. Then we headed home, both of us sated and ready to call it a night.