Turning Fifty! Ch. 02

When I exited the shop Sara Lee was standing by the car. "Open the damn door! It's a bit nippy tonight." She was impatient but her tone didn't seem at all angry.

"What's the problem? I goaded, "You look hot as hell!" I hit the release on the remote and opened her door for her. "At your service, madam!"

She turned and with her knees together sat down. I waited as she brought both her feet inside the car keeping her knees together. It's hard to maintain a ladylike demeanor when you're wearing a skimpy "nurses" costume from a lingerie shop.

As I closed her door and walked around the car I couldn't help but wonder how many times Sara had been to this sex shop. It wasn't just lingerie. There were all kinds of things that I was embarrassed to talk about or even see in mixed company.

I got in, closed the door and reaching over the center console touched my wife's arm. "You look so sexy!"

She grinned, "Ya think!"

I leaned over to kiss her. As she leaned in and my hand touched the flimsy "uniform" that just barely covered her belly her hand rubbed my crotch. "It feels like you really enjoyed yourself in there!"

We kissed again. "I was embarrassed, ... in shock!" I couldn't help but wonder what had gotten into my usually reserved wife.

"When we walked passed that man sitting on the side?" She whispered as she stroke my crotch.

I looked away, "Yes, and I wouldn't have blamed you if you had turned around and run back to the dressing room."

"But he already saw me."

"I know, I just never imagined you doing anything like that."

"Anything fun" Anything exciting? Aren't I fun and exciting?"

"Of course you are, sweetheart!" I started the car, first rule of getting out of a hole: quit digging!

"Carmella seemed to know you, do you shop there often? I needed to know more.

"Just twice, she wasn't there the first time." Sara Lee admitted.

"I can't recall any special lingerie recently, didn't you buy anything?"

"No, just looked, but I knew when I saw those nurses outfits I had to get one."

"Why didn't you just buy it?"

"Because of the discount. We saved twenty-five dollars because you were with me!"

"It was more like five dollars. You could have saved twenty all by yourself."

"True, but I needed you there for moral support!"

We still hadn't left the parking lot. "What about Carmella, did you come here tonight because you knew she'd be here?"

"She was very helpful; I think she works on commission. She took lots of time showing me things and getting to know why I was interested in certain things. She explained the discount system when one lady rang the bell. I thought it was right to reward her efforts."

"Do very many women ring it?"

"I don't know, I guess if they shop often. Carmella said she has a lot of strippers come in and they all want the discount."

"What did you tell her about why you wanted the nurse's costume?"

"I told her all about your appointment with Dr. Newman. How you were draped over the exam table with your pants around your knees and the gown up by your shoulders and the two female doctors were examining your butt."

"You didn't!"

"I did! And I told her how they taught me to examine your butt in case something developed and you needed to go back in for more surgery."

"I'll never be able to face her again."

"Let's go home, Fred, I'm horny as hell."

That was a first! Thirty years of marriage and Sara had never been the one to initiated sex so directly. Sure she would sometimes wear a flimsy nighty instead of her flannel pj's but to just announce she wanted sex was new!

I stopped the car by the side door and let her out before parking behind the house. She was still standing under the light looking for her keys. "Aren't you afraid the neighbors will see?"

"Just open the door, Freddy! Next time I'll find my keys before I get out."

She scampered up the steps and headed towards our bedroom, "I've got dibs on the shower!"

"What about Nurse Sara?"

"You need to make an appointment!"

"Don't be silly! I just bought eighty dollars worth of Nurse Sara uniform.

"So you did but Nurse Sara can't fit you into her busy schedule without your calling to make an appointment. Now I'm going to take a shower!"

"But!" I objected, "What am I supposed to do?"

"When I'm done you can take a shower; in the meantime you could call to make an appointment."

"OK." I thought, "I can play this game." I grabbed my cellphone, "Call Sara." I wanted to catch her before she was in the shower. Her phone rang five times and then I heard an unfamiliar voice."

"Premier Visiting Nurses; is this an emergency?

"Emergency? Ah... no. I'd like to make an appointment."

"I'm sorry sir, the offices are closed. This is the answering service. To make an appointment please call during our normal business hours 8 am to 5 pm. Then I heard a dial tone. I was stunned. "How did she do that?" I wondered. I walked into our bedroom and Sara was already in the shower! "How did she do that?"

I left the bedroom and as I passed the bathroom door called in, "I'm making myself a drink, care for anything?

"Wine." She shouted back.

I made myself a JD on the rocks and poured her a glass of Chardonnay. By the time I returned to the living room Sara was already seated on the couch wearing a plush terry cloth robe.

"New robe? I thought you said you didn't buy anything at Soft & Silky?"

"I didn't, this is from O'Malley's downtown. Go take your shower."

"What's the rush."

"No rush, just go take your shower."

I put my drink down on the coffee table. When I entered the bedroom there was a plush robe like Sara's on the bed.

When I showered I shampooed my thinning hair and even made good use of the scrub brush Sara conveniently left on the commode. I dried off and went back to the bedroom. There were no pj's so I put on the robe and went back to the living room. Sara was still seated on the couch which was unusual. We each have our own recliner for watching TV. The TV was off; sensing something was up I sat next to her. I leaned in and kissed her. Not really passionately but on the lips. "That was really hot!"

"Your shower?"

"Now who's being silly? You know very well what I mean."

"Do you really think so?"

"I didn't know what to think when you put on that sexy nurse outfit. When you said you'd walk all the way to the front of the store to get a discount I couldn't believe my ears!"

"Why? Don't you think I'm sexy enough?

This was dangerous territory! Sexy enough or too sexy. I leaned in to kiss her again, this time with a little tongue. "You're sexier now than when we got married and you were hot then." She was hot; skinny and hot. Now she had filled out. She was fifteen pounds heavier most of which was on her hips and breasts.

"Fred, do you mind? Those heels were killing my feet! Can you give me a foot massage like you used to?"

I remembered the very first foot massage I ever gave Sara. We were dating and we just decided to go steady. I kissed her again with a little more passion. "How can I forget?" I whispered as I knelt at her feet. My robe had no belt so it fell open. I picked up her right foot. I started with her toes and her left foot pressed against my penis.

"Like this?" She rasped.

"I was remembering the first one. The one where I never made it past your ankles. I was so turned on I think I came in my pants and you never touched me."

Sara sighed, "You made me so hot I soaked my panties. I wondered why you didn't go any higher!"

"I was too ashamed." As I kneaded her instep I noticed her toenails. "Did you get a pedicure?"

"I did." She sighed as I brought her instep to my lips kissing the arch of her foot. Her leg fell to the side opening the gap in her robe. I picked up her left foot and began massaging her toes. "Do you like my nails?

"They look fantastic!" I moved up her leg to her calves.

"Freddy?" She seemed afraid to ask.

"What. lover?" I kissed just below her knee before switching to her right leg. Her robe was falling open; I could see she wasn't wearing panties. Her neatly trimmed pussy was glistening.

"Will you ever go shopping with me again?"

I began squeezing her thighs with both hands pushing them apart. As she loosened the tie on her robe she scooted her hips to the edge of the cushion. I trailed kisses up and down both sides of her thighs not stopping to answer. I didn't want to go back to that store.

She began rubbing my scalp, "Will you go shopping with me again, Freddy?" She asked again.

I avoided answering by lightly flicking my tongue on the little nub at the top of her slit. She twitched and gasped, "Answer me, Freddy, there are a few things I'd like to get but I need you for moral support!"

Her personal scent was overpowering the perfume of her shampoo. My tongue traced the lips of her vagina and lapped up the wetness that would have ruined the cushions of the couch were it not for her robe and my ministrations. I moaned audibly neither agreeing or refusing.

"I need you now, Freddy!" She grasped my hair on both sides of my head. She pulled me up and away from her pussy. Reaching between her legs she guided my penis into her throbbing vagina. Her legs wrapped around my hips. Her ankles urged me on. I supported myself with both hands as I looked into her eyes. I barely remembered her saying, "We'll go shopping together, soon."

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The following morning while Sara Lee was putting on her make-up I called "for an appointment." Her phone was on her nightstand. It rang five times and again I heard, "Premier Nursing Services."

I was looking right at her phone and yet somehow, someone, a woman, had answered! "I need to make an appointment."

"Is this for you or for someone else?"

"It's for me."

"And, is this your first appointment or do you have a provider?" This woman sounded very professional.

I wasn't sure how to answer, "I think my provider is Nurse Sara."

"Does she have a last name, sir?"

Now I was stumped, did my wife use her real name? "I don't know it."

"Just a moment while I look her up." I waited patiently but confused. This game was getting complicated.

"Ah... yes, here she is, Sara Goodwife!" She sounded pleased with herself. "Nurse Goodwife has an opening a week from this Saturday at 8pm. Will that work for you?"

"That will be fine."

There was a short pause. "Your name, sir?"

"Frederick Collier."

"Your birthdate?"

"June, 27, 1966."

"Who referred you, sir."

I was wasn't sure what to say so I just blurted, "Dr. Newman."

"The gastroenterologist?"

"Yes."

"And what services do you require?"

I tried to avoid answering, "It's a post operative exam."

"Let's see, Mr. Collier, yes, yes, I see. We do have a referral from Dr. Newman for you! You had some nodules removed, is that correct?

"Yes."

"So, this will be a digital rectal exam?"

I was embarrassed and answered meekly, "Yes."

"No need to be embarrassed Mr. Collier, cancer screenings are nothing to be embarrassed about! Please be sure to shower before your appointment so you are nice and clean for Nurse Sara!"

"Yes, ma'am."

"That's a good boy!" I swear she was giggling as she hung up!"

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Nothing more was said until the following Saturday morning. I was up first so I made coffee. I peeled an orange and made a slice of dry toast preferring a light breakfast. Sara Lee joined me as I finished the toast. "What are your plans for the day?"

"The yard needs mowing, I'll start with that."

"Don't forget we're going shopping this afternoon."

"Do I have to go?"

"You promised you would!"

"I don't recall promising."

"It was implied." Changing the subject she asked, "Did you ever make an appointment with Nurse Sara?"

I wasn't at all sure what kind of game she was playing. "I did. Who was that I was talking to?"

"Gee, honey, I don't know. I guess it was the receptionist at her office. When is your appointment?"

I'm sure she already knew! "It's tonight at 8pm."

"She must be very busy." Keeping a straight face Sara Lee pondered, "I didn't know visiting nurses worked so late."

"I didn't know she had so many customers!" I countered.

Sara Lee just grinned as she sipped her coffee.

I put my coffee cup in the sink. As I headed outside she instructed, "Do by the porch first; I'll be out in a minute to trim the bushes."

I started mowing up by the house and was halfway to the street before I noticed her standing by the porch putting on her gardening gloves. She was not wearing her usual sweatshirt and jeans, instead, she had on a wide-brimmed straw hat, long-sleeved light blue cotton shirt tied in a knot above her belly button and the skimpiest Daisey Dukes I've ever seen. More incredibly she was wearing high heels. I stopped the mower. As I approached her I was shocked to see the shirt was not buttoned at all over the knot and she was braless. In disbelief, I stammered, "You look..."

While I was searching for a word she completed my sentence, "like a slut."

"No, no, not that! I was thinking sexy!"

She turned to start trimming the bushes. Our next door neighbor, a retired gentleman named John came out to mow his grass. He waved, "Good morning!"

"Good morning, John." I responded, "Great day to mow the grass." Sara Lee just waved.

"It's supposed to rain later, I want to get it done before it's too late!"

"Can't say as I blame you. I'm finished up front; I'm doing the back and then I'll be sweeping the drive and sidewalk."

John responded, "I'll try to finish mine as fast as possible so we can clean up the front together." He couldn't take his eyes off Sara Lee. She seemed to not care or even notice his staring.

When the back yard was finished I put the mower away and took my leaf blower up front. John was tinkering with his mower. He was clearly distracted by the show Sara Lee was providing. When she bent over facing him her tits were in danger of falling out of her blouse and when she turned her back her shorts just barely covered her ass cheeks.

As I walked past her I chided, John's getting an eye full!"

"You jealous?" She laughed.

I kept walking. "What seems to be the problem, John?"

"Won't start."

"Let me take a look." I just glanced at his mower and spotted the problem immediately. "You should connect the sparkplug wire."

"I guess my eyes need checking." He tried to explain.

"Your eyes are just fine, John."

He was flustered, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, John, she shouldn't tease you like that."

As he started mowing I went back and reprimanded Sara Lee, "Your gonna kill that old man!"

"He's not that old and he doesn't smoke. His heart can use a little stimulation."

"Well, what about his wife? I don't think she would approve!"

"Ethel?" She laughed again, "If he gets horny enough she might thank me.