Preparing for a post-discharge appointment with Dr. Breedlove

"Honeybear, wake up," Mary says, kissing your whiskery cheek. "You've got an appointment at the hospital today."

"That place I just got out of? No thanks," you say. Your leg is stiff and achy, you've got to take a leak, and you've got kind of a halfway case of morning wood.

"No, no, the first hospital," Mary says. "We got a call this morning from your Doctor Breedlove, she found out you're home. I told her we were looking for help in the marriage bed, and she said that's what this was about."

Your morning wood goes from half-staff to full salute. You've still got Dr. Diddy's panties stashed, and you have a sweet recollection of her pleasure when you loved up on her butthole. And even with the drama when Dr. Fawn caught you -- Dr. Diddy's black lesbian wife! -- even Dr. Fawn Rogers couldn't resist taking a little **** by letting you do the same. But then it was across town, and no more lesbo lady doctor butthole for you.

There was plenty of time till the appointment, but you end up using it all. It's just slower hobbling around, stiff with that leg. But it's sweet having your loving wife take care of you. You've got one of those shower chairs now, and she gives you a good scrub-down, shampoo, and a clean-up of the edges of your beard.

"Thank you sweetie-pie," you say, "I feel more like a man again, not just a piece of hospital stock."

"Oh honeybear," Mary says. "You're always my man."

Except when Tom Jackson is railing you from behind. But that's all right.

"I'm so glad to be home. You always keep it warm for me, sweetie," you say.

Mary gives you a shy look. "Are you thinking of me with other fellows?" she asks.

"Hon, that's how we make it all work. And I know for you, it's how you see the angels."

Mary hugs you around the shoulders. "Bless you, honeybear. God bless us all."

"I'm hoping Dr. Diddy can get me all set up for you," you say. "But if it takes me a while to get up to it, I don't want you to be missing out."

"Let's not talk about that now, hon," Mary says. "We'll have you back in the saddle soon. You didn't break your wiener, you broke your leg."

You and Mary meet Dr. Didyma Breedlove in a clinic a few blocks from the hospital. She's pleasant to you in an I'm The Doctor kind of way, but still just as cute as when you last saw her, that short blonde cap of hair on top of that sweet round face and those little lips that stretched in a circle round your cock.

She asks you questions about how you're getting along, and then goes into the main event.

"What sorts of positions did you try for intercourse, Mr. and Mrs. Forbes?" she asks. "And what sorts of difficulties did you have?"

She nods as Mary describes what you'd tried, and what sorts of trouble you'd had. Mostly getting an angle where you could get the old in-and-out going. She gives you some advice about things to try on getting the angle right. A pillow here. Some lube there.

She asks you what medicines you're on, and a few other kinds of questions you recognize as being about side effects and **** interactions.

"I'll write you a prescription," Dr. Breedlove says. "It's a medicine to help you maintain a firm erection. For the positions I'm suggesting, it could be helpful, and give you some more angles that would work. Have you had it before?"

Fifth Amendment, doctor. One of the gals on the road fed me some of her man's little blue pills. Not bad.

"How does it work?" you ask, dodging the question.

She gives you the run-down. Mary nods along.

"I can give you a sample pack," Dr. Breedlove says. "If it works well, you can get the prescription filled."

"Thank you, Doctor," you say. "That sounds like a good idea."

"Is there anything else?" Dr. Breedlove asks. "The clinic's closing soon."

It's a short day today, from the hours posted.

"Would you be able to show us something about what you said, for positions?" you ask.

Dr. Breedlove's cheeks pinken. You think she's catching your drift.

Roll +Cool(+1) to STALK Dr. Breedlove