Taboo

I heard a voice calling out my name from inside the house, and when I opened the door… there was a party going on.  It was not your average party, as it was more like an orgy, or it could be better described as a swinger’s party, as it was much more than a threesome or a foursome and everywhere I looked there was some type of sexual debauchery taking place.  I heard a plethora of moans, grunts, groans and squeals along with a lot of oohs and ahhs and then I saw my doctor screaming, “Oh my god!”  My name is Olin and a lot of my friends call me O for short, and that is why I thought that somebody was calling out my name.  When my doctor came down from her orgasm, she motioned for me to join her on the bed.  I felt an intimate sensual ambiance seeing her naked on the bed, and this was starting to work its magic on me, as I became instantly aroused, but I needed to know what was going on.

I only knew her from the office and I had heard that she was married, so I asked her if her husband was here as I sat down next to her.  She told me that she did arrive with her husband, but the last time she saw him, he was shagging her nurse.  She said that it was only fair that I got to see her naked as she had seen me this way many times in her office, where I was always more than willing to disrobe and be examined by her in my open-to-the-front gown.  She told me that she that she made a note on my chart that I might have exhibitionist tendencies, because of the time that I became excited in her office while exposing my genitals to her and her nurse.  She told me to strip because she knew that I had a strong desire to be observed by other people during sexual activity and then we could engage in a new world of sexual discovery and satisfaction that might include oral sex, intercourse, anal play, or bondage.

I was not ready to do that yet and I needed to know why she was here and she told me to look around and see if I recognized anyone else.  I saw my dentist standing up against a wall, with her panties around her ankles, receiving oral sex from my pulmonologist who was on his knees.  In the hallway I saw my foot doctor with his trousers undone, getting pleasured by my ophthalmologist.  I asked my doctor if this was some kind of medical convention and she said that I was not far off, as that is how this party got started.  She told me that she has to deal with naked or partially naked bodies all the time, day in and day out and that she takes it for granted because these people are her patients.  She said that she sees naked women and naked men and although she gives them a drape for their comfort, she is not immune to being aroused and thoughts do go through her head, but being a professional, she would never act on them.

After the pandemic subsided, she wanted a getaway and she and her husband took a week off to go visit these hot springs in New Mexico and since it was presented as a medical convention, she could write the whole vacation off as a tax expense.  Clothes were optional in the hot spring tubs and since none of her fellow physicians were wearing a bathing suit, she decided to brave this new adventure and get to know her fellow retreat participants as whole human beings.  All her thoughts of being exposed faded away along with the tension in her body as the warmth of the water envelopes her.  All of the doctors had stories of trauma, moral injury, abuse, burnout, depression, and some had even attempted suicide, because their jobs were so toxic and their careers were so demanding.  The warmth of the water seemed to be able to melt away all those tragic memories and everyone felt human again.

The atmosphere in the hot springs was very conducive to relaxing and she reveled in the peace, even when she noticed that her breasts were floating in the buoyant mineral waters.  A female colleague was relaxing next to her was having the same problem and they both began to laugh, which became a very human and intimate moment for them.  She discovered that this lady was a gynecologist that worked in the local hospital and they both laid back to float up to the surface, breasts and all, when a group of naked doctors came around them.

She recognized an orthopedic surgeon who treated her for sore ligaments and she said, “Hey, I know you, but I have never seen you without your white coat, or your stethoscope before.”  A comradery built up as one doctor told her that it was hard for him to recognize her without any of her makeup on or her hair being perfect and he smiled at her saying how nice it was to see her without a mask on.  They all started recognizing each other for who they really are, and it wasn’t long before promiscuous indiscriminate group sexual behavior followed.  She always thought this was a far-fetched fantasy, but soon any type of sexual activity became fair game and the orthopedic surgeon was drilling her from behind as she was arching her back like a cat and gasping, with her mouth gaping like a fish when her husband came by and asked if he could join in.

They realized that they all needed this sexual release to help them relax, but they couldn’t all just take off from work to go to New Mexico, so they decided to hold a local party to help them get rid of some stress.  This is their first party since they got back and my doctor told me that I can’t tell anyone about what they are doing, but if I wanted to bring you wife along next time, that she was sure that everyone will be OK with that.  My doctor gazed into my eyes as I stripped out of my clothes and she gave me a kiss on my lips that was long and lingering.  She then asked me to bend forward at my waist and lie on the bed in a fetal position so she could give me a quick exam.  I smiled at her and I told her that I loved this part and just then ‘Bony Maronie’ started playing on the stereo.

Written for Fandango’s Story Starter #17.

9 thoughts on “Taboo

  1. Um. This ought to have had a “NR-17” rating on it or a hard *snicker* R. Very interesting. The people I see in a medical capacity (physical or for mental health) would NEVER allow that kind of boundary to be crossed. And some of them? Even if I were still in the market for going out to play, I wouldn’t choose them for partners. But these days the playpen is closed permanently. I don’t want anyone at all seeing me naked, unless it’s for strictly medical purposes. Those people HAVE to look at some *koff koff* interesting bodies types and such, but in the swinger world that’s strictly to the individual’s personal tastes and boundaries. I hope you did get to experience an orgy or exhibitionism at least once. Everybody should try it at least that often.

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