[MF] Putting the temp room to good use

Rotating through hospitals is part of my job and sometimes I might have to stay late, or be there early for surgery. Luckily, at one of these hospitals, they gave me an on-call room to sleep in. One particularly cold month a few years ago, we were snowed in due to an incoming blizzard. I had my wife waiting for me at home, she would have to wait some more because it was too dangerous to drive in the rural Pacific Northwest in that storm. I spent my time in the ER talking to some nurses, keeping ourselves entertained with stories ranging from our favorite movies to scariest experiences in life. As a horror movie nut, I try to keep an open mind regarding supernatural experiences. And the moment I started talking about haunted hospitals, everyone’s eyes lit up, and they began frantically sputtering about the morgue.

“Oh dude, you definitely should not go down there,” the cute travel nurse said. But I would not be deterred. I’ve never had a paranormal experience in my life, and while i’m not a thrillseeker, this particular place did not seem overly evil or gav me bad vibes. So I asked If someone would accompany me to the morgue just to see from outside. Pin drop silence, and suddenly that travel nurse volunteered.

“Fuck it, why not? I’m done soon anyways.”

And so I watched her get up from the chair and grab her things. In those blue scrubs, her ass was divine. Tits were hugged so tightly by her shirt too, and i shook my head to get those thoughts out. I had a wife… anyway, she would walk with me down the hall. She took me through a couple of different flights of stairs, and eventually the labyrinth opened up into a dark hallway where the lights flickered on and off. Perfect, even though the morgue wasn’t that big, it still felt like a horror movie.

“See, it’s fucking creepy,” she said.

The closer we got to the door, the darker the hallway got it. Suddenly, I felt a stench in the air. It didnt smell like formaldehyde, and I could feel my muscles start to tense up. Flight or flight was activating. I looked over, and she looked at me. Even in the dimmer light, the blue scrubs were radiant against her skin. She was beautiful. And I was starting to miss my wife… We’ve been having some marital issues, and our sex life has gone stale. Such a classic guy issue right?

Anyways, I could feel a combustible mix of emotions: fear, and arousal. Suddenly, we felt a gust of wind come through and slam a door in the distance. We looked at each other, and wasted no time sprinting out of there. Fuck that, I’m not gonna die here. We felt some more wind washing through our faces and flicking our hair, and now this was getting genuinely scary. We dipped in and out of hallways and ran up and down flights of stairs and eventually got to a little bit of an alcove. We took a break. She was hunched over, heaving, and looked at me as if I needed to let her know that we were both real, what we experienced was real, and we would be OK. I put my hand on her shoulder and we both started giggling and laughing.

“Are you OK?” I asked. She said yes.

“I didn’t know you could run like that, looks like that ass can MOVE,” she said. I looked up at her and surprised, seems like an unprofessional thing to say. “Oh don’t look at me like that, you’ve been staring at my tits all day…“

I blushed and apologized. But she was smirking and lowered her gaze to my bulge. “But, it seems like you didn’t mind?“

“No… No I didn’t.“ She looked at my wedding ring, and I looked up at her. And suddenly…Something compelled us. We immediately launched ourselves at each other. Frantically making out, with me licking her neck and biting and kissing, spurred on by her moans.

“I think my room is close by“ I said.

“Yeah, I know it’s just around the corner.“

“ Fuck“. I lifted her up, swaddled her onto my chest/stomach and carried her through the hallways dipping around corners and finally came to the wooden door. I left it open, so luckily all I needed to do was place her ass on the door knob, jiggle it down, and push through. We wasted no time. I took everything off of me and her, my wedding ring, and her wedding band too. It felt like a movie.

She was jerking me off as I was eating her fucking face. She grabbed me by the cock and drag me over to the bed. She pushed me down, and slunk her face onto my cock and started spitting and sucking and doing everything I ever wanted a woman to do to it. She silenced my moans with her mouth and hands, switching between the two. Before long, my cock was throbbing and wet enough, and she got up and positioned her pussy right over it. I could feel her pussy already dripping cum drops onto my pelvis, and she sat down like a professional and rode me like a fucking cowgirl. We kept fucking for what felt like forever, trying all new positions. I don’t think I ever fucked my wife this good however, but this recent nursing grad knew how to work her petite frame well. I loved fucking her standing up, carrying her across the room and making a mess out of the furniture. Grabbing her hair, smacking her ass, turninf her white skin red with my marks. And within an hour we were done. We knew we had to get down there, but luckily it was a quiet night and I had no surgery scheduled. So we put our clothes on, agreed to never speak about this again, and made our way down. As she got to her car, I got her number. I fucked her a few more times before I left the hospital for good. And my wife was none the wiser, and honestly, that experience has spiced up her sex life so much more. We couldn’t be happier…

All in all, that place was certainly a paranormal experience. But instead of ghosts, I am haunted by the memory of the best sex of my life. And how it forever changed

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