Miss: June cums and falls asleep.

You're sweet-talking the petite redhead nurse June as she sits on the toilet in your husband's hospital room, wearing nothing on her bottom half but her nurse's socks and shoes. Dazed and dreamy from her wet, fainting orgasm, June nods along as you talk.

"And while you're taking care of Mr. Forbes, I'll take care of you, honey, don't you worry. Now, honey, here are your panties, just bring them out and give them to him."

June's eyes widen, but then they meet yours and soften into a dreamy look. "Okay," she says.

"That's good, honey," you say. "Now come with me."

When you take her hand, she stiffens. There's a peculiar look in her eyes.

"Now, honey, come," you insist. You want to her to take care of business with Brian before anyone comes looking for her.

"Mama?" she says.

You squeeze her hand. "Now."

June's eyes stare pleadingly into yours. "Mama, I'm coming!" she says. "Eeeeeeeee!" she whines. Her face and neck blush pink. Pulses of liquid splash out of her pussy and into the toilet, splashing into the bowl. She squeezes back tightly to your hand as her body bucks in orgasm. Her eyes stay locked to yours as her body spasms with pleasure. "Oooooooohh...."

You cuddle June to yourself. "Oh sweetheart, it's all too much," you say.

June sighs and nuzzles into your neck. "Mama."

"I'll put you to bed sweetheart, just lie down and rest."

You tuck the nurse into the unoccupied bed. She closes her eyes and fades off into sleep. You dig through the supplies and find a spare pair of petite scrub trousers and a pair of disposable panties and fold them up next to her head. While you're quietly sorting things out, you shimmy out of your own panties and hold them next to June's discarded ones.

Crossing to the other side of the privacy curtain, you come round and sit by your husband's hospital bed where he lies with his leg in a cast, immobilized. You're a little out of sorts, your ankle twinging a bit, one shoe discarded with a broken heel in the other hospital room, and bits of June's girl juice dampening your clothes. But you're here for your honeybear in his time of need.

"Sweetie-pie," he greets you.

"I'm sorry, honey, the whole thing was all just too much for Nurse June," you say. "She's over in the next bed asleep, poor thing. Now hush a sec." You raise a finger to your lips and bring out your other hand from behind your back with a gift for him. Nurse June's little cotton panties, soaked with girl juice, and your own panties, much bigger and still warm from your skin, are your offering.

Brian whispers, "Oh, sweetie-pie, how wonderful." He tucks the panties inside his pillowcase.

"Now let me take care of you, honey-bear," you say. "Now listen, you're gonna do exactly what I say."

"Sweetie-pie, how am I gonna resist?" he says, laughing.

You slip off your other shoe, leaving yourself better balanced for your next move, and get up on the bed, straddling Brian's head. You're finally comfortable with Brian staring at your rear end, but for a long time you felt ashamed of your husband's thing for looking at a girl's behind. Between the cheeks especially. It still feels dirty, having him stare at your back hole. But he loves it, and even if it gives you the shivers, they're good shivers. Sort of.

"Okay now, honeybear," you say.