"Oh, my God!" Betty Sue said, frightened at being caught spying on the couple.

"Mrs. Swensen," the doctor said, calmly, staring at her brazenly. "Your husband's room is just down the corridor. You know the way."

"Uh, yes, thank you, Doctor," Betty Sue said, blushing furiously and angry with herself for letting the man make her feel somehow inferior, as if it was she, not him, doing something wrong. As if he had caught her at it, not the other way around. His face was flushed just slightly, not from embarrassment, but from the friction of his face through the woman's juicy cunt. It was shining with moisture, and her juices, along with his spittle, was tracked all over his cheeks and his chin.

To make matters worse, it was her very own doctor, Dr. William Montgomery, the fine physician who was personally in charge of her Johan, of seeing that he was returned safely to her as soon as possible.

Turning without another word, Betty Sue rushed down the hallway toward Johan's room, her conscience awash in a sea of confusing guilt, her morals shocked beyond her comprehension at being forced to witness such a degrading orgy.

Still, she had to admit, while she reached out to open Johan's door, the scene had been exciting. Her own cunt had gone through a trip all its own, heating up to burning intensity and juicing like mad, as if she was more than ready for Johan's big cock to fill her with hot heavy meat, making her a respectable married woman again.

She paused and breathed deeply, not wanting to appear too flushed for Johan, and certainly not considering telling him about the nauseating thing she tad seen Dr. Montgomery do, groveling around in the woman's pussy that way.

Besides, people just didn't do things like that anyway, so no one would have believed her. She decided it was best to try to forget the whole sordid scene, to simply wash it away from her memory as if it never happened.