That morning, Sandra found it particularly difficult to drive to her doctor's surgery on the outskirts of the city. She had had a terrible argument with Bernd last night. Bernd and Sandra had been married for 19 years. Their only daughter Lisa, whom she had given birth to before their marriage, had been studying in another city for a few weeks. She missed her.

Bernd didn't mind so much. Although their daughter was his princess and he loved her more than anything, Bernd had already taken over her room just two days after Lisa moved out. He had set up a hobby room there. Among other things, it had a huge TV, which he used to watch soccer on with his friends at the weekend. Since Lisa had left, their love life had actually frozen. Sandra could only speculate as to why. Was it Lisa who had kept their marriage alive? Now that she was gone, there no longer seemed to be a reason for their marriage; at least that's how it seemed to her. When she thought about it, sex with Bernd over the last few months had been almost unbeatable in terms of boredom anyway. There was a lack of creativity. There was the quick number before bed every two weeks and that was it. Always the same routine. No foreplay, no romance, just a quick missionary position and then he fell asleep and snored like a walrus with weak lungs. Not a trace of eroticism.

And yet he still looked good. Bernd was tall, athletic and had a full head of hair. Despite being in his mid-40s, Sandra's girlfriends sometimes raved about him when they came to her place for a coffee party. Bernd always showed his best side then. He could be charming, she had to admit. Unfortunately, only with other women, rarely with her. They were considered the dream couple in her circle of friends. She, the extremely attractive and successful doctor, and he, the great pike who managed everything. Everyone envied them. They were so great.

It was all just a facade!

She knew the truth only too well. He was unemployed, grumpy and boring as hell. And she blended in. Always the same routine. Practice during the day, TV in the evening and cocktail parties at the weekend.

She couldn't even remember what the argument was about yesterday. Somehow it started when she stumbled over his shoes, which he had slipped off and left in the middle of the hallway. One word led to another and then there was no stopping it. They blamed each other, which caused the argument to escalate further and further. In the end, Bernd left, as he always did when it got too much. He came home in the middle of the night. He smelled of smoke and alcohol. Sandra had gone to sleep.

This morning she had woken up before the alarm clock and had made her way to her practice earlier than usual, where she was now parked in the underground garage of the residential and commercial building in a small shopping street in the city center. She was still lost in thought and unable to concentrate. Suddenly she heard a scraping noise and the car wobbled precariously. "Damn!" she hissed as she realized that she must have hit something. "That's all I need."

She laboriously completed the parking process and got out. Sandra walked around the car to see if there was any damage. When she stepped onto the passenger side, her breath caught in her throat. The right-hand side of her vehicle was covered in a long scratch. She cursed quietly and looked around for the reason for the scratch and found it in the vehicle parked next to hers. Sandra had never seen the car here before and she had had her practice in this house for eight years now. The strange vehicle had a dent on the rear bumper, which was decorated with the paint from her vehicle.

"What do I do now?" she asked herself, staring at the dent.
"The best thing to do is to report the damage to your insurance company and everything will be fine."
Sandra wheeled around with a yelp. She hadn't heard the man coming. She was too preoccupied with the accident.
"Oh, sorry. Did I scare you?"
"Yes, you did," Sandra replied, trying to calm herself down.
"I didn't mean to."
"That's okay," said Sandra. In fact, the excitement had faded a little. She looked up and looked at the stranger for the first time. She liked what she saw. The stranger was tall, at least ninety-one, well-trained and had a full head of black hair. He had a three-day beard on his face, which made him extremely attractive. His eyes were green and stood out brightly, contrasting with his black hair. His face was angular and very masculine. Sandra noticed how she felt a shudder. She had only ever seen such a beautiful man on television. She felt the blood rush to her head. The stranger didn't seem to notice, or he gallantly ignored it.
"Is that your car?" Sandra asked, just to say something.
"Yes, it's mine," the stranger confirmed.
"I'm sorry, but I was thinking ..."
"Don't worry about it. Your insurance will cover the damage. But I'm also a bit out of line, so I'm sure that was partly my fault."
"What a charming guy," thought Sandra, blushing again.
"It's best if we swap our addresses and insurance details and they'll sort the rest out for us."
"That's very nice of you."
"What do you mean?"
"That you're so calm and courteous. I know men who would freak out if I hit their car."
"Oh, it's just tin."
Only now did Sandra see that the stranger's car was a Porsche.
"But it's pretty expensive sheet metal."
"It can all be repaired."
"You're not a typical man."
The stranger laughed and showed his flawless teeth. Sandra felt another shiver of pleasure seize her. She lowered her eyes as the blood rushed to her head again.
They exchanged addresses and went their separate ways.

Sandra couldn't forget Martin all morning. The name was on his business card. Martin Möhler, managing director. The company he worked for, according to the card, was called Möhler Marketing, which led Sandra to conclude that he was either the owner or the junior manager of the company. She guessed that he was the junior manager because he was still very young for a successful businessman. Her thoughts revolved around him like butterflies around a fresh flower. She caught herself imagining him in swimming trunks on the beach. Or how he got out of the sea with wet skin, lay down on the beach with her and kissed her deeply. Again and again she had to remind herself to concentrate on her work. Lost in thought, she walked from treatment room to treatment room and routinely treated her patients. Fortunately, these were minor cases that did not challenge her skills as a general practitioner in any particular way.

It was shortly before the lunch break when she entered treatment room number three. A new patient was waiting for her there. According to the file, it was a private patient, which pleased her, because there was money to be made with these patients, and as Bernd was currently looking for work, as he called it, she had to support the family on her own. She opened the door and looked at the file in her hand to decipher the name so that she could greet the new patient properly by name. When she read the name, she froze and looked up.
"Hello," she heard the patient's soft voice.
He grinned at her.
"What a coincidence," she exclaimed and laughed softly.
Martin Möhler was sitting in front of her. The man whose Porsche she had demolished that morning.
"What brings you to me?" Sandra wanted to know, adopting a tone of indifference.
"General malaise, Doctor," he replied.
"But that's broad-based," Sandra replied.
"Can you describe it in more detail?"
"Of course," he said, looking deep into her eyes. "It hurts in my chest and pulls in the stomach area. My throat feels clogged up and my thoughts are completely confused. I suffer from a loss of appetite and general malaise. It's a dull ache that throbs in my soul."
Sandra stared at him. What was he talking about?
"I don't quite understand ..." she said.
"Heartache," he said curtly.
"Then we should have a look," Sandra fell back into her routine. As always, she had a stethoscope hanging around her neck. She took it in her hand and asked Martin to open his shirt. He did as he was told and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Sandra was amazed at what good shape he was in. His muscles were very well toned. There didn't seem to be an ounce of fat on his body, a picture of a man. She came closer and placed the stethoscope on his chest. She leaned forward a little and pretended to concentrate on her patient's heartbeat. But when she smelled his aftershave, she was no longer able to concentrate.

Martin closed his eyes and breathed in the doctor's scent. She smelled wonderful. A mixture of flowers and fresh soap that fogged his senses. He had never smelled such a scent before. When she came very close to him to listen to his heart, he had to restrain himself from pulling her close and kissing her. She was beautiful. Her eyes were blue and her narrow brows had an elegant curve. Her lips were red and full. They were perfectly shaped. Her blonde hair flowed around her shoulders and was playfully curled at the ends. Her nose was fine and delicate and her skin had the sheen of honey. Her figure showed that she worked out several times a week. Whatever, be it at the gym or running. Maybe she also cycled or played tennis. She was perfect. Her charisma was like that of a nymph. She was seductive and beautiful.

When he opened his eyes, she was right in front of him. For a brief moment he was able to look into her soul, then she tore herself away and turned away from him. She went to a drawer cabinet on the wall of the treatment room, still with her back turned to him, and said:
"I think you're perfectly healthy, Mr. Möhler."
"I know, I'm not here because I'm ill," he said in a gentle voice. He noticed how she stiffened. "I wanted to see you again as soon as possible. Since this morning, when I saw you, I haven't been able to think straight. I think about you all the time, Sandra."

He stood up, his shirt still unbuttoned, and walked towards the doctor. She didn't move. Then he stood right behind her and breathed in her scent.
"Do you believe in love at first sight?" he breathed into her ear.
She said nothing. When he touched her hips, she didn't resist. On the contrary, she closed her eyes and enjoyed it. Slowly, he came closer until their bodies touched, even seemed to merge. His contours simply molded themselves to hers. As if made for her.

She had never experienced anything like it. His hands moved to her stomach. His grip was tender, but also firm. She felt her heart. It beat faster and faster. Her breathing was heavy. A pleasant warmth flowed into her most sensitive spot. She felt reminded of her youth, of her first sexual experiences at her classmates' parties. Then she realized how she was gripped by a desire that could hardly be contained.

How long had it been since she had felt like this? Martin kissed her neck hotly, goose bumps shot through her entire body; she was tingling all over. She was hot and cold at the same time. He continued to kiss her, becoming more demanding. He slowly turned her towards him. She did not resist. Their bodies were still one. She knew she wasn't allowed to do that. She was a married woman. That was not proper. She had sworn eternal fidelity to Bernd. But she was too weak. In front of her was a dream man who wanted her. And her husband at home had never been that exciting. Not even at the beginning of her time.

Martin unbuttoned her white doctor's coat and she let it happen. She had lowered her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her neck. Slowly, his kisses moved higher and higher until he reached her cheeks. Each kiss a pinprick of pleasure. When he reached her mouth, she gave up all resistance. She greedily demanded more. More of this incredibly beautiful feeling of unbridled lust, the exciting fruit of the forbidden. She had never experienced anything like it.

She searched for his mouth, opened her lips and demanded his caresses. Suddenly his hands were everywhere. He pushed her T-shirt up and had opened her bra with a practiced grip. When his hand reached her breasts, she almost exploded with desire. She moaned softly, gripped his hips and pulled him against her. She could feel his arousal. Behind her was the drawer cabinet. There were bandages and some utensils on the shelf, which she swept to the side with a flick of her wrist. She sat down on the shelf and spread her legs. She put a little distance between herself and Martin. In that brief moment, she could see him better. The sight of him drove her crazy.

Until then, Sandra had never thought she would ever find herself in such a situation. Sure, she was no pushover and had loved to go man-hunting in her wild days when she was in her early 20s. Among the men she had used for a one-night stand, there had been some pretty decent lovers, but there had never been one like Martin, who triggered such ecstasy in her within a very short space of time.

She forgot everything around her. The practice, the waiting patients, the receptionist who could come in at any moment, Bernd, Lisa, the risk ... simply everything. All that mattered to her was the moment. And right now, she wanted this man. At any price. She reached into the waistband of his jeans and pulled him between her thighs. She closed her legs behind his back and moaned again when their bodies touched. Now she took the lead. Her kisses were demanding. Her hands dug into his back, rummaging through his hair. He tasted good. "Non-smoker!" thought Sandra. Their upper bodies were naked. Somehow, Sandra had stripped off her pants in their lovemaking. Only her panties and T-shirt were still on her body.
"You're so beautiful," Martin whispered in her ear.
"Sleep with me," she breathed back and looked deep into his eyes.
He obeyed.

It was an explosion of the senses. She bit her lips and stifled a scream. Their bodies merged. They became one. Everything blurred in the rhythm of the love dance. It seemed as if they had practiced this dance to perfection for years. Everything seemed perfect. His grip was firm when she wanted it and tender when she needed it. He covered her with kisses, nibbled on her ear like she loved, and drove her mad. She clung to him tightly, felt safe, willingly took him inside her and wanted him with all her skin and hair. They reached their climax together. With almost painful control, they both suppressed their cries of release.

Together, their bodies went limp and relaxed. Warmth overcame the couple. They breathed heavily. They held each other for a while longer. He kissed her gently, stroked her hair and looked deep into her eyes before breaking away from her.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly and smiled at her. She nodded and smiled back.
Shortly afterwards, they were fully dressed again. They fixed their hair and looked at each other. They both had to grin.
"What exactly is wrong with me now, doctor?" Martin asked in a mock-anxious tone.
"Oh, your illness is nothing to joke about, Mr. Möhler. Your condition is more serious than it appears. You should definitely come back tomorrow for a follow-up examination."
"Well, then I'd better make an appointment right away."

Dirty women's fantasies 2 - "Pure sex!" by Ashley Clark - Carl Stephenson Verlag